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Perry had been watching the boy for two weeks now. The boy operated like
clockwork, his routine within milliseconds of each night before. He would
come out of the Recreation Center at precisely 7:50 PM. The boy waited,
sitting on a picnic table on the far side of the dimly lit parking lot,
fifty feet away from the entrance. He always carried a small duffel bag
and wore a sweat suit. The boy had many colors and seemed to wear a new
color each night. His ride would pull up right at 8:00 PM. The boy always
climbed into the front seat. Totally predictable.

The clock on the dashboard read 7:40 PM. Ten more minutes, Perry
thought to himself. He was parked across the street, well out of view of
the rec center. He checked to make sure his ropes were ready, easily
accessible. He rarely used them, but he had to be prepared for anything. A
small bottle of chloroform sat in the cup holder. He liked to wait till he
was 100% sure he could do the job before wasting his precious knockout
drugs.

Earlier in the day, he was in Harkins, about two hundred miles west of
Bonkersville, to acquire a vehicle for his upcoming kidnap. It took about
two hours, but he finally located a silver Camry, the same car as the
person who picked up the boy drove. After picking the lock and hot wiring
the car, he sped off for the 300-mile drive back to Normhaven. He slept
for two restless hours and woke up at 7:00 PM and drove to the rec center.
This was the most work he had ever put into a kidnapping, but society was
getting smarter, fewer kids playing on the streets or walking alone. He
had been searching for his next victim for five weeks and came up
empty-handed each time. He was always careful and pulled out at the last
minute on three attempts. He could not risk getting caught, since his
parents were prominent in the business world and he could not let them
down, or ruin their good names. Plus, they gave him the money needed to
live the devious lifestyle he craved. If he succeeded tonight, this would
be the first boy he snatched in the city he lived in. Very daring, but
that was part of the thrill.

At 7:53 PM, he soaked a rag with chloroform and set it down on the seat.
This will be easy, Perry smiled as he eased the car out of the lot and in
to the rec center, the same way the boy's ride always came. He pulled head
first in front of the picnic table and unlocked the door. His face could
not be seen through the windshield, he was sure. The boy looked up and
then jumped down, his duffel bag in tow. He opened the door and climbed
in, butt first, closing the door once both feet were in. Before he could
look around his mouth was covered with a wet rag and he choked, breathing
in the chemical, he quickly became light headed and his head fell back into
the seat.

Perry quickly backed up, searching the lot to make sure no one saw him.
The coast was clear. It was only 7:56 PM, so he had time. He sped out of
the lot and went the opposite direction that the boy's ride would come
from. With the rec center out of sight, Perry's tensions eased and he
focused on the road ahead, making sure not to drive erratic or anything.
He looked over at the boy, who looked like any other child who fell asleep
on the way home. He head bobbed lightly in response to the bumps in the
road. No expression on his little face. His hands rested at his sides,
allowing easy access to his gray sweats.

The gate opened and Perry entered and stopped, waiting for the gate to
close behind him. He had security cameras and motion sensors, but he could
never be too safe. Once satisfied, he continued down the driveway and past
the house. About a half mile past the house, a large work garage stood in
the shadows. Another door opened at the push of a button and Perry rolled
his car into the two-car stall. Once the door was closed, he checked the
boy again. He was still out. Maybe he used too much chloroform. The boy
was still breathing, so that was a good sign. He got out and went to the
other side of the car and opened the door. He gently lifted the boy and
grabbed the duffel bag. Perry entered the main room, which was a wood
working shop, and headed down a set of stairs to the basement. No one knew
the basement existed, since the contractor was paid handsomely to leave it
out of the blueprints. At the bottom of the stairs, a large metal door
with a numeric keypad waited. He punched in the 10-digit code and the door
clicked. He pushed the door open and passed through, closing the door
behind him, waiting for the lock to click. The hallway was short, with
access to five doors, all with keypads. He stopped at the first door on
the right and punched a 5-digit code and entered the room.

He laid the boy onto the twin sized bed, with only a white fitted sheet.
The boy was much better up close. The boy's short blond hair, his cute
lifeless face and his light gray sweat outfit added up to one sexy boy.
Perry gently rested his hand on the boy's chest, feeling it rise and fall
slowly. He slipped a finger under the elastic waistband and pulled it down
slightly, just enough to see the boy's white Hanes briefs. Yum. A quick
poke at the little bulge cemented Perry's lust for the boy. He got up and
left the boy lying on his back. He took the duffel bag and closed the door
behind him. The interior door did not have a knob, just a keypad, so
escape was impossible, even if the electricity went out.

Perry went to the room across the hall from where he left his new boy.
The room had three computer monitors sitting on top of a large desk. Two
TV's also sat on a nearby table. He entered the necessary passwords on the
keyboard and all three monitors flickered to life. The far right monitor
showed the boy, still asleep. The monitor on the far left showed four
shots, the exterior of the garage, door leading to the basement, the front
gate and the path leading to the garage. In all, 30 cameras and 200 motion
sensors protected his property. He had to be sure his secret, stayed a
secret. On the monitor in the center, pulled up an image capture program
and snapped a picture of the boy sleeping. He then pulled up his email
account and sent out an encrypted message with the photo. He also checked
his mail and received a compliment for his work on Brian. Yes, Brian was
the last boy through his rigorous program. He sold for 200K to a mistress
up north. He always did great work.

The duffel bag was blue with a large Speedo logo. Just what he hoped
for. A young swimmer. He unzipped the bag and pulled out a damp light
green beach towel. Then he pulled out a pair of black goggles, a small box
with nose plugs and earplugs and then finally, the solid yellow Speedo.
They were still quite wet. Perry looked at the tag, waist 24, very small
boy indeed. The interior lining was very clean, no urine stains or
chlorine damage. The shell was free of pilling. A very nice piece for his
growing collection of boys' clothing. A soft beep brought his attention
back to the monitor on the right. The boy was waking.

He opened his eyes and was not sure where he was. The last thing he
remembered was getting into his mother's car, and then. Then what? Yes,
something was put over his mouth and he tried to scream, but then he closed
his eyes and fell asleep. Now he was in a strange room with nothing on the
white walls. A door, a metal toilet with a sink on top and a bed. Nothing
else. His head ached and he still felt tired. He got up and walked to the
door. He pushed and nothing happened. He pressed a few buttons on the
keypad only to hear a solid loud beep. He dropped to his knees and tried
to peek underneath the door, but a rubber guard prevented any peeking. He
got up and went to the toilet. He pulled down the front of his sweat pants
and underwear and peed. Once he was done, he pushed the button, producing
a loud flush, and then went back and lay back down on the bed. He didn't
know what to think. He was scared to be alone and wanted to see his mom.

A clicking noise was heard and the boy swung over to see the door swing
inward. A man walked in, wearing a white lab coat, like the one the school
nurse wore.

"Hi, son. My name is Doctor Perry. And what's your name?" He asked,
standing in the doorway.

"My, my name is Aaron. Where's my mom?" He meekly asked, not sure if he
should be frightened or relaxed.

"You will see your mother soon, but we have some tests we need to run
here. She asked us to make sure you are physically fit and healthy." Perry
smiled and walked to the side of the bed.

"Really. My mom didn't say anything about this. Are you sure?"

"Yes, of course son. Don't be afraid. I am a doctor. I'm here to help
you!" He comforted, as he reached his hand out and grabbed Aaron's hand and
squeezed it playfully.

"How long will it take?" The boy stared up at the doctor, his eyes half
open.

"About two weeks, then your mom will come pick you up!"

"That long?"

"Don't worry. Everything will be all right. Are you still tired?"

"Yeah, kinda. I have a headache. Can you make it go away?"

"Yes, I think I can. Let me give you a small shot, and that will take
care of it. Okay?" Perry asked, as he removed a syringe from a side
pocket.

"Okay, but only if it makes me feel better."

Perry injected a sleeping agent into the boy's arm, which would last
about ten hours. He then pulled out a small note pad and began asking
questions. He learned that Aaron was a swimmer and was the district
champion the year before. He also learned that Aaron had just turned
twelve. No girlfriends yet, He liked pizza and Pepsi. Loved PS2 and
playing games on the internet. Also liked to bowl and go to baseball
games.

Perry then moved on to the personal questions. Aaron was quite
comfortable now and answered only because the doctor asked. No, he had
never played with is penis. No, nobody else had ever seen his penis.
Never seen another boy's penis let alone played with one. Same for girls.
No fantasies, no wet dreams, nothing. This boy was a complete virgin! Not
that most twelve year olds weren't, but most have had at least some
exposure to sex. This kid would be a tough cookie to break in, but maybe
not. He was really buying into the whole doctor thing.

"Okay, I need to get your height and weight." Perry said, as he held out
his hand and led Aaron to a spot next to the door. He pushed a button on
the wall, which was unnoticeable at first glance.

Aaron looked down and saw that he was standing on a small square piece
of rug that did not match the rest. It must be the scale. How cool, he
thought.

Green numbers flashed on the wall, displaying the weight of 74 pounds.
Another push of a button revealed a ruler in the wall. He turned Aaron
around and measured him. Average height of 58 inches. Perry led Aaron
back to the bed and instructed him to lie flat on his back. Aaron followed
directions and rested his head on the pillow.

"Now, just relax, Aaron. I need to take a peek under your pants." Perry
offered a warm smile and spoke softly.

"Okay." Aaron smiled back.

He pulled the sides of the sweat pants down and told Aaron to lift his
hips. He did. The Hanes briefs were as white as the lining of the Speedo.
Not a mark! Perry admired the small bulge and grabbed it, rubbing the
boy's penis gently. Aaron giggled, not sure what else to do. He was very
ticklish and well, his penis was a sensitive area. Perry let go of the
bulge, which was slowly growing. He smiled as he pulled down the sides of
the Hanes. Aaron's three-inch uncut erect penis plopped out and stood
straight up. The boy laughed and squirmed.

"Very nice little cock you've got!" Perry smiled, as he squeezed it
firmly. His other hand reached below and grasped the two, small testicles
and he juggled them lightly.

Aaron moaned out of enjoyment. He had never felt this way before.
Having a man touch his most private parts was exciting.

Perry worked his fingers to the top and clutched the foreskin. He
pulled carefully, looking at the boy's eyes, making sure not to bring any
pain quite yet. Amazing! He pulled the foreskin back all the way to
expose the beautiful glands and Aaron said nothing. He resisted, obviously
feeling some discomfort, but he took it far better than any of the previous
boys did. He allowed the skin to return to its normal position and clasped
his hand around the shaft before him. He pumped the boy's hard cock slowly
at first, but then sped up. The boy lay there, accepting the sensation
happening to his dick. He closed his eyes and suddenly felt strange. His
muscles tensed and his entire body shook in shock and his penis felt like
it was launching, like he was gonna pee. His breathing became heavy as his
first, dry orgasm riveted his body.

"Good job, Aaron! Did that feel good?" Perry asked.

The pleasure was almost too much for the little boy. He was hot now,
still wearing his sweatshirt. "Yes, it felt awesome! Can you do it
again?"

"Not tonight. You need to get some rest. Tomorrow is going to be a big
day for you."

As if on cue, the medication finally took effect, rendering Aaron's body
lifeless. Perry untied the boy's shoes and removed them, then the sweat
pants, briefs and socks. He then slid the sweatshirt and white tee off and
left the room with the clothes, leaving Aaron's body naked. He returned to
his command center and went to the back of the room. Nine boxes, normally
used for files, were stacked in the corner. Each one had a name printed on
the front. Matt, Peter, Vern and so on. All boys' he had kidnapped and
sold into slavery. He always kept their clothes, for future reminiscing,
stuff pictures couldn't replicate. He grabbed a flat box and quickly
folded it into a box and threw Aaron's clothes in. He also stuffed his
swimming gear in as well. He went over to the computer and printed a quick
tag for the box. The lid was installed and he set the box next to the
stack.

He pulled down the box labeled Gordy and went back to his desk. He
kicked off his shoes and pulled down his cargo shorts. His white size 14
underwear was crushing his testicles but his dick made a huge bulge running
diagonally, since if his dick were straight up, it would stick out of the
top by two inches. He pushed down the waistband and pushed Gordy's
underwear down and stepped out. He brought the underwear up to his nose
and sniffed them. Yes, even after all this time, he could still smell
Gordy's first cum stain. He folded the underwear neatly and stuck it on
top of the blue Nike mesh shorts. The box was returned and he grabbed
Conner's box. He pulled out a pair of silver spandex bike shorts. They
were size 10. He carefully balanced himself while he slipped into the
incredibly too small shorts, pulling them snuggly to his waist. His now
erect cock pressed mercilessly against the soft liner, completely missing
the crotch pad, creating a huge, well-defined rod, jutting out the front.
He smiled and returned Conner's box to the stack. He was ready to release
his wrath on the boy next door.



Perry carried Aaron's lifeless body to door at the end of the hallway.
He carefully balanced the boy while he punched in the code and pushed the
door open. The room was large and was filled with enough equipment
to punish an entire school of boys. He carried his victim over to a hard
metal counter, with the surface large enough to accommodate most
prepubescent boys. He lay Aaron down on his back and reached under the
counter, flicking a lever. Two platforms popped out of the sides and two
at the foot. Perry strapped Aaron's wrists and ankles in the classic
spread-eagled manner.

He loved what he did and wondered how he got by before he discovered
this whole secret underground world. Being 23, he was the youngest member
of the organization operating in his territory. He was the premier
supplier of boys and could ask for any price he wanted. Nine successful
sales with a tenth on the way. Yes, he loved what he did. But this boy
would be different. He wasn't trying to get a lot of money from this boy.
He knew another member who was having a rough time getting his hands on a
cheap boy, so this would be his charitable contribution. But first, he had
to break the boy in. He was always easy the first night. He felt that if
he built some rapport right from the start, the entire process would run
more efficiently.

The smooth skin of the boy was tantalizing. Perry ran his finger along
the boy's chest, then down to his belly button. Very sexy! His pectoral
muscles were still developing, but they were there. This boy could easily
fetch 300K, but a promise was a promise. Besides, his turn-on came from
the kidnappings and , not the long-term slavery.

The boy's cock was limp, a paltry 1-inch, but he would fix that. He
pulled out a ball-separator and installed it on the boy's balls. The tiny
balls pushed hard against the outer sack as they were forced away from
their home. A rope was attached to the separator and pulled tight to the
end of the table and secured.

Next, he installed a metal ring on the base of the dick. The dick
filled slowly into the ring and held it snug. The ring had four small
extensions protruding from the sides. Those would be used in a moment.
Perry moved to the tip of the erect penis and grabbed a piece of foreskin.
Another ring was hovered above the tip, this one with four small rubber
clamps and four longer protrusions sticking out from the sides. Once all
four clamps were securely attached to the foreskin, he pulled on the ring,
stretching the skin as far as it would go. The final elements were the
extendable metal rods, which fitted between the top ring and base ring
protrusions. After installing them, he extended each rod as far as they
could be extended. One final rod was installed which connected both rings
and ran into the surface of the table. This would keep the cock straight
up, to prevent any of the parts from coming undone. Aaron's cock was caged
in to the metal contraption with no way of going limp. It was a crude
enlargement device, but it was very effective. The boy would have major
discomfort when he woke up, but that would be the least of his worries.



At eight am, Perry woke up and opened up the laptop on his nightstand.
The boy was awake. He turned on the volume and heard the boy crying for
the doctor and his mom. Perry quickly put a tee on and walked down to the
kitchen, rubbing his hard cock through the bike shorts. He drove from his
house over to the garage and casually headed down to the room. As
he opened the door, the screaming stopped. He walked in and smiled.

"Hey! How's it going, Aaron?" Perry asked, looking down to see the dick
enlarger still doing its job.

"Why am I tied up? Where's my mom? I thought you were a doctor,
where's your white coat?" His eyes were wet, which meant he was in
considerable pain. That was the whole point.

Crap! He realized he was wearing the all too small bike shorts and a
white tee that stopped just above his waist. He blew his whole charade.
Oh, well. Back to the master plan. "Well, Aaron. I'm going to have to be
honest with you. I'm not a doctor. And your mom doesn't know you're here.
In fact, nobody knows where you are. And that's just the way it's going to
stay."

Aaron's eyes became large, unable to understand what the man was saying.
"I want my mom! Let me go! My weenie hurts. And I need to go to the
bathroom!"

Perry walked over to the boy and carefully disassembled the device,
still pulling the skin tight. He then untied the restraints and the ball
leash. He tugged the leash, to remind the boy who was in charge. He
helped the boy down and walked him to the bathroom. The boy peed and tried
to free his balls,

"Ah, ah. That's a no, no." Perry warned.

Aaron looked back, with tears in his eyes. "But it really hurts!"

"Don't ever touch them again, you hear me?"

"Yes" He let go and bowed his head in shame.

After the boy finished, Perry yanked the leash and led the boy back to
the main room. His main goal for the day was to establish authority.
Nothing tore a boy away from his past better than punishment and .

"Okay, things are gonna change right now!" Perry stormed. "From now on,
you will call me sir and you are now my slave." He yanked the ball leash
hard, forcing his slave to attention.

"Why are you doing this? I just want to go home!" Aaron sobbed.

Perry yanked the leash harder, almost knocking the boy off his feet.
"You will call me sir! Anytime you speak to me! Do you understand?"

"Sir, yes sir." He grabbed for his balls but quickly thought better of
it.

Perry led his slave over to a wooden bunk bed in the corner. It was
perfect for suspension. He laid the boy on his back on the bottom bunk and
tied his wrists and ankles with 6 inches of slack, not enough for the boy
to escape, but enough to assist in the pain process. A ball gag was
installed. This would be quite painful and Perry did not need all the
screaming in his ears.

Perry attached two rubber clamps to the boy's nipples and looped the
ropes to the rungs of the top bunk, which did not have a mattress. The
ropes were fed down to the end and clinched tight. That lifted the boy's
head and upper back up about two inches off the bed, by his red nipples.
He squirmed and tried to scream, but gave up, realizing that struggling
only made his nipples hurt more. The short ball leash was looped above to
the top rung and pulled tight, lifting the rest of the body up about two
inches. The three ropes were secured to a spool, connected to a hand
crank. Perry smiled as he cranked slowly, raising the boy evenly up. He
stopped once the boy was about a 14 inches off the mattress. The perfect
height. His body resembled a lovely arch. Just perfect.

Aaron struggled more, trying to get comfortable, but not able to. He
finally relaxed his muscles and searing pain ripped through his balls and
nipples. Sweat covered his body and head. The pain was unbearable. His
balls ached and felt like they were going to rip out. His nipples also
felt like they were leaving his body. He strained to keep his head up, but
had to rest every few minutes, allowing blood to flood his brain. Aaron
had been a lucky boy during his early years. The worst injury ever
suffered was a 1-inch cut on his arm when he was eight. It didn't even
need stitches. This was first time he ever experienced true pain and fear.

Perry returned to Aaron's and sat down on the floor. He had a small bag
with several goodies.

"Okay, Aaron. Listen and listen carefully. If I ask you a question,
answer by nodding your head yes or no. Do you understand?"

Aaron nodded his head. Yes, he understood.

"Good. Okay. You are now my slave, and soon you will be turned over to
a new master where you will still be a salve. That means you will have to
do anything I or any other master asks you to do. Understand?" The boy
nodded. "You have no more rights! You may only go to the bathroom if you
ask first. You do not touch your dick, unless you're using the bathroom.
You never touch you balls or butt. Understand?" The boy nodded. "Tomorrow
I will take you to my house where you will clean. After that, I will start
teaching you about sex, since that will be your primary function with your
new master, to provide him with sexual pleasure. Understand?" The boy
nodded with tears flowing down his face now. The pain of his nipples and
balls were killing him. The pain of his new predicament was just as bad.
"Are you in pain?" He nodded quickly, hoping he would release his painful
extremities.

Perry reached back into his bag and brought out a can of aerosol hair
spray. He attached a three- inch plastic tube to the spray nozzle and
carefully inserted the tube one inch into the tip of the boy's dick.

Aaron screamed, but was not heard. His muscles and joints ached from
the constant stress being applied. The pain in the tip of his dick
increased ten-fold as Perry sprayed the alcoholic mixture deep into his
penis. It burned and tingled, like the inside of his dick was being eaten
alive.

After three long sprays were injected, he removed the tube. Aaron would
be feeling the pain for the next day, every time he urinated. Perry
reached into his bag again and pulled a pair of vise grips. He clamped
down hard on the base of the boy's limp cock and locked the grip. The cock
filled up partially with blood, but the force of the clamp not only crushed
the urethra shut, but also a vein. Aaron twisted and wriggled but was
helpless. His breath was getting heavy and he was now sweating profusely.
Perry laughed at the boy, slapping him on his cheeks, causing his entire
body to shudder.

Perry left Aaron hanging for one hour before lowering his body back to
the mattress. The next would make this seem like a reward. He
tightened the ankle and wrist bindings, and re-clinched the nipples and
ball ropes tight. The heavy vise grip rested on his belly, pulling the
purple tipped cock harder. Satisfied that Aaron was secure for the time
being, Perry returned to his house for brunch and to plan his next
punishment.

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Chapter 282






"I'm leaving Saturday," Dee Dee said, her voice soft
and a little plaintive. "For Ann Arbor. I won't be back
for . . . who knows when. Six months, maybe. I know you're
sort of . . . involved with Sara. But I like you, Laura.
I'd like to see you one more time before I go. I promise I
wouldn't let her know."

Over the phone her voice sounded almost pained to
Laura, as if she were going to suffer if she didn't see her,
just the thing to tug Laura's heart. Dee Dee was a very
complicated person. She could be dour and serious, had
little sense of humor (very peculiar for a sister, even a
half-sister, of madcap Sara), was frequently hostile or
bristly, then alternatively alluring in a dangerous,
thrilling way that also was alien to Sara's character. Dee
Dee was enormously bright and articulate, was going off to
Ann Arbor for a last chance at completing her Ph.D., and was
an absolute scorcher of a bed mate.

She was also very reckless with her lovely young body,
ingesting drugs and alcohol in quantity, allowing herself to
get pregnant often apparently by accident or carelessness,
having undergone numerous abortions. Sara had explained it
all to Laura, and Laura had even seen some of the former
herself. Dee Dee occasionally got so drunk or overdosed on
some kind of drug that she could no longer climax. And yet
under all this she was so totally, touchingly vulnerable
that Laura could never turn away from her, even though she
had nearly caused a fatal breakup between Laura and Sara.
It was this touching vulnerability that Laura heard in her
voice right now.

It didn't help that Dee Dee was also quite beautiful as
well as smart, and had the deeply blue black smooth-as-
velvet skin that Laura somehow found especially desirable
and erotic. Just seeing Dee Dee's smooth coal black skin,
which Dee Dee obligingly exposed-to everyone, it seemed, not
just Laura- at every opportunity, was enough to make Laura's
pussy flutter excitedly.

And yet, she had almost lost Sara by fucking with Dee
Dee the first time. True, after that they had been very
careful. And yet, did Laura want even to risk it?

Dee Dee could sense her hesitation, even over the
phone. "Look, I know what you're thinking. You can come
out here, where I'm staying. I'm in this old house on Ulloa
near Thirty-Seventh Avenue. The woman who rents me the room
. . . I call her the widow Harper . . . she's really very
nice to me. She's out of town in New Orleans for a few
days. We would have the whole house to ourselves. That way
you don't have to be worried that Sara might drop by in . .
. you know, the middle of things."

This was an even more urgent consideration than before,
Laura knew, since after her last, mid-week intimacy with
Sara, during which they had nearly consumed each other with
radiant love and beautiful sex, and which Laura had
initiated by dropping in on Sara unexpectedly, there was no
longer any guarantee that Sara might not return the favor at
any time. It would be bad enough for her to catch Laura
with Joy, but to actually come upon her in bed with Dee Dee
would be the end for sure. Once bitten, twice shy. It was
out of the question.

"When . . . did you have in mind?" Laura asked,
tentatively groping her way forward, unwilling to give up
the opportunity but very cautious about accepting it.

"Tonight. Or tomorrow. I told you, I'm leaving
Saturday."

It was Thursday. Laura and Sara always met on Friday
night after work. "It'll have to be tonight," she said,
both resigned, weary from having to make such a choice, but
also sexually titillated by the prospect of a few exhausting
hours in bed with this fantastic woman.

Dee Dee gave her the address. "And bring some of those
. . . things you've got," she added, almost surreptitiously.
"You know, from your secret drawer. The blindfold, the
handcuffs, you know."

"I know," Laura admitted. Dee Dee, in addition to
being wildly attractive, also liked her sex a little rough
at times, at least with Laura. "I'll bring them."

This perked Dee Dee up immediately, and she began to
seem upbeat and chipper. "I can't wait. I'll see you about
six-thirty?"

"Yes."

Laura surprised herself by being remarkably calm after
work as she dropped by her condo to pick up the requested
items. She hummed a tune, one of the sweet songs of love
that Sara always inspired in her, and all the while acted as
if she were actually someone else doing this. She herself
was on the outside looking in as this person rummaged
through her drawer and filled a small valise with the scarf
they had once before used as a blindfold, both pairs of
handcuffs and keys, the strap-on dildo harness and the long,
ribbed dildo, as well as the Double Penetrator. As a last
thought, she threw in a little nylon rope. Who could say
what Demetra might want. And after all, this would be the
last sex they would share for months. Might as well make it
as hot as possible.

She realized that this person, not her, that she was
watching had called Dee Dee by her given name, which usually
had the effect of driving Dee Dee into a purple fury. She
hated being called Demetra, and was quick to let Laura know
it. Mmmm, you'd better not do that again, she warned Laura,
her alternate self. She doesn't like to be called that.
She says Sara calls her that when she's mad at her. Don't
give her the opportunity to indulge all her rivalry with
Sara.

Snapping the valise shut, unable to keep up the
pretense any longer that someone else was doing this instead
of her, she went back out to her car and realized that her
hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel. I'm
not doing anything wrong, she told herself. She's Sara's
sister . . . but she'll be gone by Saturday, safely back in
Ann Arbor. Nothing will come of this but an evening of
really terrific fucking. She wants it . . . I want it. Why
should we let anything get in the way of it?

She realized that her hands had been shaking a little
more out of sexual anticipation than any guilt or potential
remorse she felt about betraying Sara. Sure, she wouldn't
like Sara to find out about it, but there appeared to be
little chance of that. And Dee Dee had made it clear that
she was looking forward to some wild sex. Laura could feel
her pulse racing as she looked for a parking space on Ulloa
Street, which was about as hard to find as ever.

Dee Dee met her at the door, wearing tight-fitting
white pants and a Yankees tee-shirt. Her hair fell in long
red-gold-brown ringlets around her cheeks. She was
breathtaking. Laura's breath caught in her throat. It was
hard to believe that this ravishing young girl had lived
through the low-life debauchery, drugs, pregnancies,
abortions, everything Sara had described. She looked fresh,
bright, clean, healthy, friendly, and shockingly sexy. It
was also hard to believe that she was only a few credits and
a dissertation defense away from her doctorate.

"How's the Ph.D. candidate?" Laura asked, looking her
up and down. "You look good enough to eat."

"Hope so," Dee Dee flirted, letting her in and double-
locking the door behind her. "And I'm not a candidate yet.
They only let me in on a probationary status. I have to
prove myself to them first."

"I won't even ask what that involves. Here, I also
brought a bottle of wine. If you're good, you can have
some." She winked.

Dee Dee lowered her eyelashes and gave Laura a sultry
grin. "I thought you said I was always good. I've never
had any complaints. Ruta is always begging me to come back
over to Berkeley and give her another little taste of the
sweet African pussy."

"Ruta? Is she that Czech professor?"

Dee Dee nodded coyly.

She knew how roiled and flustered Laura became at the
thought of Dee Dee in the arms of another lesbian lover.
For some reason, Laura didn't worry about how many guys
hammered this lovely creature, as long as they didn't give
her some communicable disease, but she wanted to be the sole
beacon of incandescent lesbian sex for Dee Dee, the one who
gave her life-altering orgasms, the one she could not live
without. This was really a very dangerous attitude, she
knew, for several reasons. One, it didn't make any sense to
be jealous of the odious Ruta, whom Dee Dee seemed mostly to
use just to fan Laura's competitive lusts anyway. Two, it
wasn't wise to be feeling so proprietary about the body of a
girl who was the sister, and an ungovernable sister at that,
of the love of your life.

Laura made her face to express her extreme distaste for
the subject of Ruta.

Dee Dee gave her a very coquettish smile and sidled up
closer. "Don't be jealous, Laura. She isn't half as good
as you. Even a quarter as good. She isn't gorgeous,
either. She kind of looks like a troll from the Black
Forest." She ran a fingertip across Laura's lips, her dark
eyes pulsing. "Anyway, I haven't seen her since I last saw
you. I've been such a good girl. No drinking. No drugs.
No screwing. Just studying and working and being such a
disgusting good girl. Tonight I want to be bad."

"If she looks like a troll, why do you let her fuck
you?" Laura asked.

Dee Dee pulled back a little and raised her eyebrow, as
if this were a bizarre question that needed no answer.
"Haven't you ever gone to bed with somebody who was really
ugly?"

Laura shook her head. It was true; she hadn't, male or
female.

Dee Dee's arched eyebrow slowly fell. "One, sometimes
they are the wildest you will ever find. Hot doesn't
describe it. Maybe it's all that pent-up need. They just
explode all over you. Two, there's something really
arousing about giving your body to them. Something
elemental. Like this troll fucking me is a force of nature.
She's slobbering all over my flesh and ramming her fingers
into me, and sucking me . . . and god, I'm am suddenly
coming so hard. All because she-or he, (she said,
pointedly)-is this grotesque, voracious animal of a person,
just taking me, just . . . devouring me."

Laura realized she was getting very aroused listening
to Dee Dee's little narrative. Being this close to her and
smelling the fresh, healthy, sexual odor of her young body
didn't help. And of course, as always, Dee Dee's incredibly
smooth very black skin beckoned her lips, her fingertips,
her eyes, which roamed hungrily all over Dee Dee's face and
neck as she was speaking.

"I can . . . devour you too," she half-whispered, half-
croaked.

Dee Dee smiled. "You look like you're getting ready to
do it right now."

"Do you have any objections?"

Dee Dee shook her head. "Why do you think I asked you
over here instead of Ruta?" She came closer, propping both
wrists on Laura's shoulders, her face so close now that
Laura could feel her warm breath. "Fucking with somebody
gorgeous can be terrific too," she whispered. "Especially
if it's you."

"You're so kind," Laura breathed, letting her mouth
come closer to Dee Dee's until they were suddenly kissing.

She remembered how they had fucked several times in a
very athletic and sometimes kinky way before ever really
kissing seriously like this, a long, deep, emotional kiss.
Only during their last time together had they begun to feel
true affection for each other, and of course Laura had
always been a little shy of it because Dee Dee was Sara's
sister. Dee Dee, being vulnerable underneath all her curt,
brash mannerisms, was not inclined to let anyone very close,
especially Laura, who was in love with her sister.

But now they took their time. They had all evening,
and for once they were not filled with a hot urgency to get
naked and start groaning. Instead, they kissed very much
the way Laura and Sara kissed, slowly, searchingly, with
deep intimacy and feeling. Laura recalled how last time Dee
Dee had said nobody had ever kissed her this way since she
was seventeen. This was so touching that Laura wanted to
remind her of it too, but not by mentioning it, only by
kissing her that way.

"I love to kiss you," she whispered against Dee Dee's
sensual lips, sliding her tongue between them, probing Dee
Dee's open mouth with it.

She realized that both of them were feeling more
emotional than ever too since Dee Dee was going away. They
would not see each other for a long time. True, Laura was
in love with Sara, but there was now something special,
something new, between her and Dee Dee too, something more
than just sex; though, if you had to weigh it, sex was
certainly more with Dee Dee than with Sara, and love with
Sara more than Dee Dee. Laura could not resist a fantasy
she frequently had when making love serially to two
different women: god, think what it would be like to be in
bed with both of them at once!

"I can tell you do," Dee Dee whispered back, "because
you're not just diving for my black pussy like everybody
else. I like the way you kiss me."

Laura kissed her smooth black neck and her ear, and the
little hard bone behind her ear. "I'm going for it too, in
a minute," she panted softly. "I want you to know that."

Dee Dee twisted her head and got her own lips on
Laura's neck. "You're making it pretty wet by what you're
doing," she murmured, kissing down under Laura's collar.

Laura shivered and let forth a delighted, husky giggle.
"God . . . you're getting me so excited."

Dee Dee smiled and purred, kissing her way back up
Laura's neck to her cheek, to her mouth. "Does it make you
want to lick me, like you said before? Does it make you
want to lick my shoulder? My skin? My arm? Here . . .
lick my arm."

She held up one deeply black and smooth arm to Laura's
lips. Laura ran a fingertip along the firm, supple flesh,
leaning forward slightly and brushing it with her lips,
feeling the fires in her pussy flare.

"Your skin is so black . . . so beautiful," she said
softly, kissing it everywhere, up toward Dee Dee's sleeve.
"Take this off," she plucked the white Yankees tee-shirt,
"so I can kiss all of you and lick you everywhere."

Dee Dee smiled mysteriously. She leaned down and
picked up the small valise from the spot where Laura had
dropped it. Laura had not noticed her small breasts swaying
under the tee-shirt until now, partially because of the blue
'Yankees' logo which spread across them, partially because
she had been so taken by other parts of Dee Dee's splendid
body and freshly interesting personality that she had not
focused on them. But now, as Dee Dee bent down briefly, she
could see them dipping out slightly, see the soft bumps of
Dee Dee's nipples moving under the fabric, and it
electrified her.

I want her so much! she realized. I keep trying to
ignore it. But I want her. I want her bad.

"Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?" Dee Dee asked
her, an amused expression forming around her desirable
mouth. "Don't you have some little surprises in here for
me?"

"Kinkomania," Laura winked at her. "You're a nasty
little thing, aren't you."

"I saw you looking at my tits. Takes one to know one."

Laura shook her head playfully. "Oh no. I was only
wanting to kiss and lick them. Nothing kinky. You're the
one who wants that."

"You bet I do," Dee Dee said, with a sudden hard glance
down at the valise. "I told you, tonight I'm going to be
bad."

Laura reached out with one hand and drew her close
again. "No . . . we're going to be good. We're going to be
so good together. All the time you're back in Ann Arbor,
you're going to be remembering how good it was last time
with Laura."

Now she ran her hands up under the Yankees tee-shirt
for the first time, feeling Dee Dee's warm, incredibly
smooth and taut skin against her palms and fingertips,
touching only her shapely back but exploring every inch of
it. They kissed again, with Dee Dee still holding the
valise, but this time it was a hungrier kiss, wet, urgent,
stabbing, teeth-clinking. They were both panting softly
when they came apart.

Dee Dee took Laura's hand and pulled her toward the
back of the house. "We're going to use the Widow Harper's
bedroom," she said, pulling Laura down the hallway. "She
lets me sleep in her daughter's room. Her daughter's in
the Foreign Service, in Japan. The bed's only a single,
though."

They went into the largest bedroom, which indeed looked
like an older woman's bedroom. There was a queen-size bed
with a mahogany headboard, matching dual bedside tables, a
matching bureau and dressing table, heavy rose draperies
with sheers between them, ornate garish lamps with
pretentious filigreed designs on them. The bedspread
matched the draperies and had roses all over it. Everything
was very neat and in its special place. There was no sign
of dust, and the surfaces of the wood gleamed from furniture
wax. On the wall were pictures of, presumably, the deceased
Mr. Harper and the successful daughter in her cap-and-gown.

"Don't you feel a little guilty? Doing something like
this in her bed when she's been so nice to you?" Laura
asked.

Dee Dee opened the valise and shook out everything
Laura had brought with her onto the bedspread. "Something
like what?" she grinned at Laura. Her eyes darted to the
coils of nylon rope. "Rope? You gon' tie me up, Miss
Laura?"

She was close enough to Laura, half-facing the bed,
that it was fairly easy for Laura to lean over and pull the
back of her tee-shirt up, exposing all the smooth, coal-
black, delicious skin under it. She bent down and kissed it
feverishly.

"You ever tie Sara up?"

This remark landed in the bedroom like a hand grenade.
Laura froze, her head still filled with the wonderful erotic
odors of Dee Dee's flesh, which she had been nuzzling. Dee
Dee also stiffened a little, clearly knowing that this was a
remark she could have resisted making. She had given in and
made it anyway.

Slowly, Laura stood up straight. She placed both hands
on Dee Dee's shoulders and turned Dee Dee around to face
her, aware that the tee-shirt was falling back into place as
she did this, covering up that paradise of a long, sinuous,
sleek back like no other. She looked directly into Dee
Dee's dark, flashing eyes.

"I never did," she said evenly. "Why do you ask?"

"Because you do a lot of things with me that you won't
do with her, that's why. Either I'm some kind of skanky
slut that you can take out your perverted fantasies on, or
she's some kind of divine goddess who can't be fucked in the
ass with a dildo. Which is it?"

I guess maybe it's a little of both, darling, Laura
thought, but did not say it. She realized that Dee Dee's
feelings, as usual, were so on edge that an unwise remark of
her own here might just destroy their anticipated evening
together in one crushing blow.

"I believe you were the one who asked me to bring
these," she said softly, trying to calm her down. "I'm very
sorry you brought her up. She has nothing to do with us."

Dee Dee's eyes watered, and she looked away. Laura
couldn't tell what she was feeling, whether it was remorse
at having mentioned her sister, or pain at realizing that
she could never share what Laura felt for Sara. Dee Dee
sniffled and rubbed her nose. She looked back at Laura.

"You're right. I'm sorry I brought her up."

"Me too. Come here and kiss me."

Dee Dee obliged, now softer and more yielding, trying
to make it up to Laura. "I can be as good as she is," she
murmured while they were kissing. "I can be better."

She had gone down this path before with Laura, who
tried not to betray her exasperation. "Demetra, forget
about her, okay? How can we enjoy each other if she's
lurking in this room? It's like she was watching us. It's
like you wish she was watching us."

Dee Dee sniffled again, sucking back some uncomfortable
tears, and smiled. "She should be watching us. She might
learn something." She leaned across to the bedspread and
picked up the coil of nylon rope. "Come on, now, and show
me how you're going to tie me up. And if you call me
Demetra again, I might be tying you up instead." Her eyes
flickered with sharp scorn.

"I happen to think Demetra is a beautiful name."

"Well, I don't. Here." Dee Dee tossed her the rope.

Laura immediately threw it across the room toward the
door, where it landed on the floor. "I wouldn't do that now
if you begged me."

Dee Dee seemed momentarily at a loss for words. She
sat on the edge of the bed. "Have you done it before? I
guess you have, since you already have the rope. How do you
do it? I'm kind of curious. Do you hogtie . . . somebody?
Like me?"

Laura looked at her without responding. Then she shook
her head. "I've never done that."

"I saw this picture once on the Internet of a girl who
had her boobs tied up. Did you ever do that?" She slowly
pulled up the white Yankees tee-shirt, the crisp white
cotton so stunning against the fine dark sheen of her deeply
black skin, letting Laura's eyes greedily take in her smooth
black stomach and the soft cambers of her ribcage, pulling
it on up over her lovely small breasts, exposing them to
Laura. "But mine are so small. Do you think you could do
it with mine?"

Laura swallowed and said nothing.

"Does it hurt?" Dee Dee asked.

Laura shook her head. "Not if you do it right. It
doesn't really hurt. It just feels a little uncomfortable .
. . for a while. And kind of . . . arousing, too."

Dee Dee's eyes locked with hers. She wasn't about to
let Laura squirm out of this, regardless of the faux pas she
herself had made seconds earlier. Without another word, she
pulled the tee-shirt completely over her head and tossed it
aside. Then she stood up and crossed the room, stooping
down to retrieve the rope. She returned to Laura with it.

"I'm ready." She held out the rope to Laura. "Tie
them up before you put the handcuffs on me."

Dee Dee, now naked from the waist up, was breathtaking.
She treated the exposure of her half-naked body
nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the
world to be this gorgeous. From any disinterested point of
view, she was far more intrinsically, physically beautiful
than her sister Sara. Her small, upswept naked breasts were
enchanting, her nipples soft and gleaming and as black as
tar, a shade darker than the surrounding skin, which was
already as black as midnight. (Sara was not as black as Dee
Dee by any stretch, and though her dark, large, beautiful
nipples seemed to shift in different lights from black to
umber and back, Dee Dee's were totally and unchangeably jet
black.) Laura could not take her eyes off them.

"You don't want me to tie up anything as beautiful as
these," she whispered, finding her throat tight, dropping
the rope to the floor between them and stretching out her
arms, filling her palms with Dee Dee's perfect, springy
little globes.

Dee Dee looked down at Laura's hands on her breasts.
Still holding the coils of rope in one hand, she caressed
Laura's fingers with the other. "You really think they're
beautiful?"

Laura nodded, brushing Dee Dee's soft black nipples
with her thumbs. "Why don't we make love?" she said
suddenly, as if struck by this fresh idea. "We'll do the
other stuff later. I want to make love to you."

Dee Dee made a querulous, nasty face. "Laura . . . you
know you don't 'love' me. You 'love' Sara. Don't be such a
hypocrite. I want you to do everything with me that you
won't do with her."

She brushed Laura's hands away and looped a coil of the
rope loosely around one exquisite black breast, loosely and
clumsily trying to catch the small globe, then succeeding,
pulling the rope tighter.

"Is this how you do it?"

Laura looked at the coil of rope around Dee Dee's
enchanting naked breast and shook her head. "I'm not doing
this. I'm not."

She turned as if to leave the room, but Dee Dee reached
out with one hand and caught her shoulder. "Why not?" she
half-whined. "Laura . . . please."

Laura turned to face her, unable to suppress a grin.
"I told you not even if you begged me."

Dee Dee grew flirtatious. She dropped one hand to her
amazing taut black midriff and ran her fingertips over it.
"If you do, I'll let you rub your pussy here until you come.
You like to do that, I know."

Laura nodded and gulped. She loved to do it. The mere
thought of it sent hot shivers up and down her body and made
her wet pussy throb excitedly. She could feel her clit
tingling and swelling.

The loose coil that Dee Dee had managed to loop around
her small, perfect breast had fallen away again. She held
out the rope to Laura, her eyes beckoning, promising, daring
Laura.

"I . . . stopped doing that," Laura said, feeling her
mouth go very dry.

"Then why did you bring this?" Dee Dee asked plausibly,
shaking the rope, which made her delectable little breasts
shimmy slightly, a sight that made Laura's knees weaken.

Laura was speechless, caught in her own contradictions.
"I don't know," she said, very softly.

"Let me guess," Dee Dee smirked, approaching her again,
dangling the rope seductively from her fingers. "You knew I
wouldn't ignore it. You knew I'd see it . . . and ask you.
Everything."

"I think maybe it was just an accident," Laura
extemporized. "I just scooped everything up into the bag."

"You are such a liar," Dee Dee smiled.

Their eyes held each other's for several moments before
Laura stepped forward, slowly stretched out her hand and,
with seeming reluctance, took the rope. A self-satisfied
grin tugged at the corners of Dee Dee's mouth. She watched
with fascination as Laura carefully looped three coils
around one of her naked breasts, then did the same thing
with the other one. The white nylon cord against Dee Dee's
sleek, deeply black skin was stark and erotic.

"Aren't you going to make them tighter?"

Laura looked up at her, feeling, as she knew Dee Dee
was now feeling too, a serious elevation of sexual desire,
as if they had untapped a bottle of dangerous lust toxins
and were breathing it in whether they wanted to or not.
"You don't want it to hurt, do you?"

"I don't care if it hurts a little," Dee Dee said, her
breath coming more quickly now. "You're right, it's kind of
exciting."

"I never said that."

Dee Dee glowered at her. "Make it tighter."

"I don't want to mark your body. You have a beautiful
body. I don't want to mark your skin. I love your smooth
black skin."

"Nobody's going to see it but you and me." Dee Dee's
breath was coming noticeably more quickly now. "I want it.
It's rad. It makes me juicy and hot."

Dee Dee's dark eyes were daring her. Laura's hands
were shaking. She took a deep breath and tried to get a
hold on herself.

"You're heart's not in this, Laura," Dee Dee teased.
"Come on, tie me up and fuck me. I know you want to." She
glowered into Laura's eyes. "You never do this to Sara. Do
it to me."

"I'll thank you to leave her out of it," Laura almost
hissed, pulling the coils around one of Dee Dee's exquisite
breasts tighter.

"Hhhhh!" Dee Dee gasped, her eyes suddenly watering.
"Maybe that's a little too tight."

"Oh, now it's too tight," Laura said, petulantly.

But before she loosened it, she couldn't help taking in
the way Dee Dee's small, perfect breast swelled tautly and
her coal-black nipple flared and gleamed. Dee Dee looked
down at it too, fascinated. Then Laura loosened the coils.

Dee Dee bit her lower lip. "That's better," she said
in a meeker, more submissive voice.

Laura smiled and bent forward to kiss her shiny black
forehead, unable to suppress the impulse. "You sure you
want to go on with this?"

Dee Dee nodded. "Suck it," she panted, more aroused
than ever now. "Suck it a little before you do the other
one."

"Oh Dee Dee," Laura panted too. "If we do that, we may
never get any farther."

"Yes we will." Dee Dee's black eyes were on fire.
"I'll stop you if you . . . go too far."

"Let me do the other one first."

Reluctantly, Dee Dee nodded, eyes swirling with sexual
fires. "Then suck them . . . before you do anything else."

Laura, her hands still shaking a little, though now not
from nerves but from fierce and growing sexual arousal,
carefully imprisoned Dee Dee's other breast with rope coils
the same way, making the pressure just enough so that Dee
Dee could feel it, just enough to make her breast swell and
the black nipple thicken, protrude, and gleam, but not so
much that the sensation was cut off.

Next she crisscrossed the strands of rope between Dee
Dee's entrapped and bulging breasts, looped them around her
neck and tied them there.

"Oh shit, I'm already afraid I'm going to come," Dee
Dee half-whimpered, her body quivering and almost squirming
in mid-air. "Here, let me lie down. Handcuff me to the bed
before you suck them."

"Will you come if I suck them?"

The expression in Dee Dee's eyes was frantic and
urgent. "I don't know, I might. I never have before, but I
might."

"Some people do, you know. Maybe we better wait."

"Why, you don't want to suck them?" Dee Dee keened with
amazing and fraudulent coyness.

"You know I do. I could swallow them."

"Do it now, then."

"Don't you think we better take off your landlady's
bedspread first? All these fluffy sweet roses and stuff?
We don't want to get them all wet and sopping. What do you
think?"

Dee Dee frowned. "Laura, you have a way of ruining the
spontaneity of everything with your damned fucking
scruples."

Laura pursed her lips. "Just move to the side a little
here while I . . . pull it off. It won't hurt you. Anyway,
your body looks absolutely gorgeous against these white
sheets. God, I want to eat you alive."

"Promises . . . promises . . ." Dee Dee said, rolling
her eyes.

"Oh, I am going to do it," Laura murmured to her when
she had successfully stowed the thick and cumbersome
bedspread across the room on top of the landlady's cedar
chest. She returned to the bed and embraced Dee Dee
aggressively, kissing her shoulders and neck, toying with
Dee Dee's swollen, popping nipples by twisting them with her
fingers. "I'm going to fuck you now, just like you wanted."

"Laura," Dee Dee panted, her eyes going briefly glassy,
"you're still dressed. How much fun can that be? Take them
off. Please."

"You're right," Laura panted, beginning to tear at her
clothes.

"Here." Dee Dee sat up beside her. "Let me help."

"I can do it." In seconds she had wriggled out of her
pants and removed her blouse. Dee Dee was unclasping her
bra while Laura slid out of her panties, which were already
damp in the crotch. "There."

Dee Dee smiled. They were now sitting face to face on
the bed. She ran her black, slender fingers all over
Laura's naked breasts, cupping and kneading them, letting
Laura's thick coral nipples protrude between the gaps.

"Rub them against mine," she said in a soft, hushed
voice, clotted with sexual excitement. "It really excites
me."

Now Laura felt herself growing all sultry and
seductive. "Me too . . ." she breathed, kissing Dee Dee
romantically, sensually, while they let their naked breasts
touch and their nipples brush together.

Dee Dee's nipples were taut and erect, swollen from the
pressure of the rope coils, and Laura's were soft and silky.
The sensations caused by them rubbing together sent fiery
currents of lust through both of their bodies. Laura, who
began by kissing Dee Dee in a very sensitive way, was now
stabbing her tongue down the girl's throat, and Dee Dee was
pushing back equally, sucking Laura's lips, her breathing
harsh and rough.

At a pause in their hungry kissing, Dee Dee looked at
Laura almost dreamily, an expression Laura had never seen on
her face before. "Are you going to suck them now?" she
murmured. "I've been waiting. My nipples are aching."

Slowly, Laura nodded. She knew, however, that once she
began sucking Dee Dee's scrumptious, popping, shiny black
nipples, both of them would lose control.

"Let me do this first," she said, reaching down to the
end of the bed for the handcuffs.

"Yes!" Dee Dee gasped, stretching out obediently with
her hands up close to one side of the mahogany headboard.

"You've really turned into a little pervert, haven't
you," Laura teased her as she handcuffed first one wrist,
then the other, to the post. "I hope you aren't holding me
responsible for this."

"Just fuck me and shut up, Laura," Dee Dee panted back
to her. "Ruta just fucks me. She doesn't psychoanalyze me
at the same time."

"Sorry." The mere mention of Ruta was enough to make
Laura see red. She became instantly shot through with
jealousy again. She caressed Dee Dee's shackled, wildly
desirable naked body, running her pale fingers across the
girl's sleek coal-black skin everywhere. "God, I love your
body . . . and your skin. It's so smooth and dark."

Dee Dee softened a little. "If you love it so much, I
wish you'd get busy doing what it needs. I told you . . .
my nipples ache. They want to be sucked. Hard."

Laura wanted to. Dee Dee's throttled breasts were
incredibly desirable to her, little bunched up swollen black
balls of young flesh, her nipples protruding and glossy.
Laura wanted to devour each one, and she knew that if she
gave into the impulse, they would get no farther than this.
She loved to suck, and she loved Dee Dee's exquisite
breasts, now trussed and bulging, round and glossy.

"I . . . can't," she explained to Dee Dee. "I want to.
But I have to do this first."

She snatched up the ball gag and the white scarf from
the end of the bed and crawled over Dee Dee's supine body,
leaning down, whispering huskily to her while she fastened
the gag in place. "I want to suck them . . . but if I do,
we'll both just go crazy," she panted softly in Dee Dee's
ear. "Here . . . open wide."

Dee Dee's eyes were suddenly streaked by sexual terror
and excitement as she saw Laura about to place the ball in
her mouth. "Oh god! I'm sorry, Laura, I take back what I
said about Ruta. Anything I said. Nobody ever fucked me
like you do. That's why I need it tonight."

Laura nodded at her, but those were the last words Dee
Dee would be able to speak for a while. The shiny red ball
went into her open mouth, and Laura quickly fastened the
strap behind her head.

"Unnmmnngghh!" Dee Dee grunted, her eyes beseeching
Laura, but Laura had no idea what she was trying to say
other than 'Do it to me before I die of wanting it.'

Laura was about to die of wanting it, too. She had
been moving forward reluctantly at first, unwilling to
venture too deeply into this territory she had abandoned
long ago, except for a few previous times with Dee Dee. She
had got along very well without it, she told herself. I
don't need this. You can have plenty of good sex without
it.

But she couldn't keep her eyes off Dee Dee's bound and
gagged and shackled naked body, and she couldn't deny that
there was an extra hot spice of need in her throbbing pussy.
It's sick, but god she is gorgeous this way, and I want to
fuck her so bad! she realized. The fact that she wants it
this way makes it even worse for me. I just want to eat her
alive!

As if reading Laura's mind, Dee Dee nodded her head
sharply, vigorously, obviously seeing in Laura's eyes the
seething, imperative need there. How could you want anyone
so much? So desperately, so sharply, so heatedly?

"How can I want you so much, Dee Dee?" Laura panted
out loud, almost not realizing what she was saying or that
Dee Dee could hear it, almost thinking-or chanting,
gasping-aloud. "Oh god, I want you! I want your body . . .
I want every inch of you!"

Her black eyes shiny and wide with sexual excitement,
Dee Dee again nodded vigorously. "Ummnngggghh!"

Quickly, her hands shaking again, Laura folded the
white scarf and wrapped it around Dee Dee's eyes, knotting
it in back of her head, just above the small clasp that kept
the ball gag strap in place. She did not want to do this.
She wanted to look into Dee Dee's eyes while she fucked her.
There was something magical, overpowering, scintillating,
wildly stirring about seeing the uncontrollable fires leap
alive in the depths of a beautiful woman's eyes while you
were bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

She had already seen the first hints of it, and she
wanted to see the whole thing, wanted to see Dee Dee's eyes
roil and throb with spurts of electrical ecstasy as her
coming orgasm devoured her from within. But Dee Dee wanted
it this way. She had been the first one to ask Laura for
it, and obviously she got some kind of extra jolt out of it,
some incremental charge that made her climax and everything
leading up to it more thrilling.

Okay, my darling, you can have it, Laura thought, now
caressing her wonderful smooth black body as she slid back
down to retrieve the Double Penetrator from the end of the
bed. Before grasping it, however, she was momentarily
transfixed by the sight of Dee Dee's gorgeous pussy, now
completely vulnerable, her sleek black thighs spread to
reveal the festering wet red seam, her black cunt lips all
swollen and wavy and glistening wet, the ruby inner sleeve
simply overflowing with shiny juices. The sweet thick odor
itself was enough to make Laura quiver with anticipation.

She knew what her duty was at the moment, knew Dee Dee
had begged for this, knew what she was expecting, and yet a
strong part of Laura wanted to throw herself on this
beautiful festering pussy and lick and suck it in a wild fit
of passion until Dee Dee was whimpering and flipping and
surging and coming uncontrollably. And she knew she could
do it and make it all happen in only seconds. She knew Dee
Dee was that close. The girl was writhing and clenching and
groaning with need.

Reluctantly, knowing she would get a chance to devour
this tempting juice pit later, Laura snatched up the Double
Penetrator and the harness. It took her only seconds to
slip her legs through the straps and fasten the monster in
place, anchored on her pubic bone to make sharp, deep
thrusting inevitable. Honey, I'm going to give you a fuck
you'll remember every day while you're in Ann Arbor, she
thought, looking down at Dee Dee's vulnerable and beautiful
sleek body.

As she carefully swabbed the lower prong of the dildo
with baby oil, she realized again that her challenge would
be not to let Dee Dee come too fast. There would be no
sense in going through all this elaborate preparation, this
little bondage and blindfolding episode that had overheated
their blood to the sizzle point, if it were all to be over
in a quick, premature explosion. After all, Laura reasoned,
we're not men, ejaculating all over the place without
warning, unable to hold it until the right moment arrives.
We can do better.

Now she was ready. Clearly, Dee Dee was also ready,
her luscious, lean, dark body gleaming and squirming, her
small breasts swollen and her shiny black nipples
protruding, her pussy inflamed and runny. Since the fingers
of Laura's right hand were still coated with baby oil, she
slid two of them down between Dee Dee's taut little buns,
one of the most incredible, desirable asses Laura had ever
seen or invaded, and slid one up with little effort into Dee
Dee's anus.

"Ummmgghh!" Dee Dee grunted softly into the ball gag,
her body seizing up momentarily before relaxing a little
again.

"Oh yes . . . what a tight little asshole," Laura
murmured, fucking the pinched-shut little aperture slowly
and sensually with her finger. "Mmmm, you like that? You
like me to fuck your pretty little asshole like this?
Hmmm?"

"Ummmgghh!" Dee Dee grunted again, nodding her head
wildly, though it was hard for her to lift it up off the
mattress, so overcome was she by the sexual urgency that was
filling her body now.

"I think this beautiful girl is going to come," Laura
murmured absently, as if she were merely thinking out loud,
now removing her wet finger and carefully guiding the two-
pronged beast forward toward Dee Dee's gaping pussy and
prepared asshole. "I think if I fuck her just a little,
she's going to come like it's the end of the world. God, I
bet she wants me to fuck her. Do you? Do you want me to
fuck you, darling?"

"Ummmgghh! Ummmgghh!" Dee Dee groaned again violently,
nodding her head and snuffling as her breath became more
labored.

"Mmmm . . . I thought so. Okay . . . hold still now .
. . Mama can't get them in you if you don't hold still.
That's it . . . that's it . . . here we go . . ."

The upper shaft would slide easily into the gaping,
oozing slit of Dee Dee's inflamed pussy, but Laura carefully
guided the bottom stalk with her fingers, letting the head
of it gently push into the greased and puckered entrance to
Dee Dee's tight little asshole, then pushing harder until
both long stalks began to slide up into Dee Dee's body.

Dee Dee's sleek flesh tensed and quivered.
"Ummnggheenneee!" a sharp, clotted whimper came from deep in
her chest.

"Mmmm, you like that, don't you . . ." Laura purred,
slowly pushing both hard dildos deep into Dee Dee's cunt and
ass, still holding the bottom one with her fingers until she
could feel them brush against Dee Dee's swelling ass cheeks.

This time Dee Dee was so gripped by the acute sensation
of being impaled on these two long rubber spikes that she
could no longer respond directly to Laura. Even though
Laura missed the opportunity to look into her eyes, now
concealed by the scarf, and see the fiery need being swirled
alive in their depths, she was nevertheless enchanted by the
uncontrollable flexing and writhing of Dee Dee's beautiful
dark flesh. The girl had an amazingly beautiful body, and
though Laura only had one hand free, she ran that hand all
over Dee Dee's warm, smooth, straining flesh, up to her
imprisoned breasts, which she now knew she could enjoy, even
though there was still a danger that Dee Dee would come too
fast. But you couldn't wait forever.

With the double-pronged dildo still embedded deep in
Dee Dee's body, Laura leaned forward and forcibly squeezed
the hard, swollen balls of Dee Dee's small breasts with her
free hand, watching Dee Dee's protruding, black, shiny
nipples flare and puff up, the centers erect and rubbery.
She lashed them with her tongue passionately, moving from
one breast to the other, then back again, also pinching them
with her fingers after her tongue had stabbed them.

"Unnmmngghgh!" Dee Dee grunted, shaking and writhing
under Laura's mouth.

"Oh god, Dee Dee, I love your boobs! They are so
beautiful!"

"Unnmmngghgh!" Dee Dee groaned again, even arching her
back a little, though she was so shackled and pinned down by
Laura's groin that she could barely move, but arching her
back a little to push her strangled breasts up into Laura's
face.

To tease her a little bit, Laura began to withdraw the
Double Penetrator slowly, then push it back in deep, fucking
Dee Dee with it now as Dee Dee had wanted to be fucked, but
slowly, methodically, carefully, wanting both of them to
enjoy much more of this before the inevitable conclusion
swallowed them up in a firestorm. But when she eased the
two shafts back up into Dee Dee's body, she could hear the
girl moan deep in her chest and feel her flesh quiver in the
grasp of completely uncontrollable spasms that shook her
straining body from head to toe. The handcuffs clattered
and scraped against the wooden bed post as Dee Dee flexed
and moaned.

Oh damn, she's going to come before I even get a chance
to . . .

Without another thought, Laura again lowered her mouth
to one of Dee Dee's popping, pointing nipples and nearly
swallowed it, sucking it so deeply into her mouth that she
felt Dee Dee's body leap and heard her yelp and whinny into
the ball gag. On the other hand, it was what she had
wanted. She wanted it rough, and Laura by now without
really intending to was unable to control the urgency of her
own lust. She sucked Dee Dee's thick, wet nipple with a
feverish gluttony, then moved to the other bulging black
bulb, still wet with her own warm spittle from moments ago,
and sucked it just as hard and long.

Dee Dee went wild. From squirming and moaning she
quickly went to violent writhing and keening under Laura,
her knees jackknifing, her pelvis churning frantically now,
almost coaxing Laura to fuck her, to fuck her harder and
faster with the Double Penetrator while continuing to savage
her imprisoned breasts and devour her throbbing, aching
nipples. And Laura could simply not do everything at once.

"Mnngggg! Ungghh. Mnngggg!" Dee Dee grunted almost
hysterically into the gag, her body flipping and surging off
the mattress, her breath chuffing loudly as she sucked air
into her nose, the only way she could now breathe.

Laura felt like a r as well as a lover, and part
of her wished that Dee Dee would come immediately, just so
they could put an end to the worst parts of this fiercely
exciting event. The other part of her wished she could just
go on fucking Dee Dee this way for an eternity since she
could hardly imagine a sexual encounter in her life that had
been more thrilling. But Dee Dee was getting more and more
frantic each second.

She's going to come . . . she's going to come . . . I
know she is! Laura thought, now pumping harder, faster,
knowing Dee Dee had nearly reached the point of no return,
if she was not already there. Laura knew that if she did
not pull the dildos very far out of Dee Dee's body, she
could continue fucking her without holding the monster with
one hand. It was a matter of hard, quick little rabbit jabs
instead of long strokes, and she quickly transitioned to
this, now raising her other hand to the rest of Dee Dee's
writhing, squirming body, squeezing her hard, already-
squeezed, rope-encased breasts and assaulting her beautiful
erect black nipples, pinching and sucking them, until she
felt almost immediately a sharp quake deep in Dee Dee's body
and knew that the moment had arrived.

Miraculously, as often happened, there was a startling
lull, a calm before the storm, for a few micro-seconds after
this, as if Dee Dee were gathering all her strength for a
true cataclysm. She seemed to enter, and Laura along with
her, into a very brief instant of suspended animation, not
breathing, not snuffling or whimpering, just very still and
poised. And then, just as quickly, she was howling and
flipping and convulsing through what Laura took to be a
horrific and excruciating series of crushing orgasmic
spasms.

"Mmmmnngggghhnneeeee!" Dee Dee wailed, her head tossing
violently from side to side and her pelvis jumping
spastically into the air, pushing up into Laura's sharp
little jabs, her cunt and ass skewered on the hard dildo
poles, shuddering and straining as she came in fierce jolts.
"Mmmmnngggghhnneeeee! Nngghaauunnggmm!"

She was wrenched by four or five really killing
thunderbolts of coming. Laura could feel each one rending
Dee Dee, feel the girl's flesh start and quiver and shudder
as each fierce shock wracked her body. The spasms were so
powerful and unrelenting that after absorbing a few of them,
Dee Dee could hardly take any more. Her feverish body
slackened, and she merely twitched and jumped as fresh jolts
hit her. Laura had stopped pumping by now, and merely held
her while she continued to come, mewling and quivering, her
wrists twisting in the handcuffs.

"Unhh . . . unnmmmhhh . . . auuhhnnmmm!" Dee Dee
groaned pathetically into the gag, her body still twitching
and jerking in response to fresh killer jolts of ecstasy.

Laura-hovering above her, stroking Dee Dee's marvelous
smooth body with her fingertips, feeling the light coating
of sweat that had exuded from her skin during her sweet
torment, feeling her own groin still locked into Dee Dee's
via the long, rigid stalks of the dildos that were still
sunk deep in Dee Dee's ass and pussy-simply waited,
murmuring to her softly, letting the intense sensations wane
naturally. She knew that Dee Dee had climaxed perhaps more
violently than she had expected, or even had ever done
before. It had been a shockingly stupendous orgasm, and it
would take a while to recover from it.

After a decent interval, and when she felt Dee Dee's
breathing returning toward normal, she leaned forward,
bracing herself on her elbows, and quickly unfastened the
gag behind Dee Dee's head. Next she untied the scarf,
which fell away from Dee Dee's eyes. Doing this made her
own naked breasts brush Dee Dee's engorged and phenomenally
hard little gourds, still swollen and strangled by the rope
coils, and the feel of her own sensitive and now very
aroused nipples against Dee Dee's sharp buds sent a streak
of fire through Laura's dripping pussy that nearly made her
come unglued.

Quivering with need herself, she looked down at their
naked breasts touching, their nipples brushing together,
kissing. "Oh god, honey, I love your body!" she could not
help gasping.

Dee Dee seemed groggy after her shattering climax, her
eyes still glassy, her mouth slack, her expression dazed.
But she managed a wan smile. "Please untie me first," she
croaked softly.

"First?"

"Before you rub your pretty pink pussy all over my
tummy."

Laura grinned. "I don't know whether I can wait," she
panted, hastily extracting the wet shiny poles from Dee
Dee's plundered orifices, making Dee Dee wince.

In a flash Laura was out of the harness, unwinding and
untying the rope, unlocking the handcuffs. There were
crinkly circles in the skin around Dee Dee's marvelous
breasts where the coils had bitten it. Laura felt guilty at
the sight of them marring these masterpieces, though she
knew they would disappear soon enough. She kissed and
caressed them anyway tenderly, as if to make up for it.

"Careful, girl," Dee Dee warned her softly. "You have
a way of igniting my fires by kissing my titties. Nobody
ever did it the way you do it."

"What's the matter, you don't want another go around?"

"Shit, I don't know if I would survive another one like
that one. Thought you were going to fuck me to death."

Laura made a long face. "I was only doing what I
thought you wanted." She gave Dee Dee a devilish grin. "Of
course I did want you to remember me while you're back in
Ann Arbor. And I did want to be better than that horrible
Ruta or whatever her name is. Look," she kissed them,
"these little crinkles will all go away in a few minutes, I
promise."

Dee Dee, almost completely revived by now, wrestled
Laura playfully onto her back. "My turn. How about letting
me kiss your beautiful white titties for a while?"

"I don't think I could refuse you anything," Laura said
solemnly, looking up into her eyes.

Sometimes it was hard to believe this was Sara's
sister. Or half-sister, at least. They did not physically
resemble each other, and sex with each one was so different,
with Sara so sweetly intense, with Dee Dee so exuberantly
twisted and exciting. God, they're like two sides of a
coin, she thought. I would die if they fucked me together.
Though of course Laura realized that was out of the
question.

She lay back and let Dee Dee have the run of her supine
naked body. She was very horny, her pussy sopping wet and
inflamed, and of course Dee Dee's silky, deeply black skin,
always a sharp sexual turn-on for her, aroused her even more
as the girl's graceful black hands crawled over her pale
flesh, and Dee Dee's small dangling breasts brushed her
belly, then her breasts when she leaned up to kiss Laura's
mouth.

"Mmmm, I'm gonna suck you like you suck me," Dee Dee
murmured, moving down again and smiling up at Laura while
she bunched up Laura's small breasts in her slender black
fingers, making Laura's thick coral nipples swell and flare.

"Oh god, if you do I think I'll come," Laura confessed.
"I mean right away."

"What's the matter with that?" Dee Dee teased,
grinning, lightly pinching Laura's nipples with her fingers.
"You do want to come, don't you?"

"Yes!" Laura felt her pussy throbbing and pulsing, her
nipples aching for Dee Dee's mouth. "Yes . . . oh yes!"

"You aren't going anywhere, are you? You and I are
spending all night in this bed. If you don't get to rub
your pussy on my tummy right now, you'll get to later.
Right? So what's the fuss?"

Sometimes all the dilly dallying could just drive Laura
crazy. She grabbed Dee Dee and pulled her down against her
own body so that she could feel all their hot flesh glued
together everywhere. Dee Dee's naked breasts mashed into
hers, and Laura caught her mouth and kissed her almost
savagely.

"Suck my nipples and fuck me with your hand . . ."
Laura panted into her open mouth, stabbing her tongue nearly
down Dee Dee's throat.

"You really want it?" Dee Dee purred, kissing her
heatedly again. "You want it? Don't you want me to fuck
you to heaven with that thing, the way you did me?"

"I want it now . . ." Laura whimpered, squirming,
frantic. "I can't wait. I need it. I need you. I need
you to . . ."

"Like this?" Dee Dee smiled, sliding one hand down
Laura's body to her crotch.

"Ungghhh! Oh yes!" Laura gasped, her eyes rolling up.

She could feel Dee Dee's fingers slide into her buttery
pussy, and the sensations simply made her melt with desire.
There were a thousand things they could do, but this was the
only thing she wanted right now. She wanted this feeling to
go on, never to stop, and wanted Dee Dee to fuck her this
way, face to face at first, then sucking her nipples until
she exploded, which she was certain was just seconds away.

Dee Dee wasn't a very experienced lesbian lover, though
she had learned fast, but she was clearly, according to
Sara, otherwise very experienced sexually and knew her own
body as well as Laura's. She knew how to hand-fuck Laura
into a sweet delirium of urgent need in only a few moments,
and before she even knew what she was doing, Laura was
pushing Dee Dee's head down her body, down to her breasts.

"Do it," she panted, "ohhhhh . . . do it . . . I'm
going to come! Please, Dee Dee!"

If anything, the turmoil of their two bodies was even
more pronounced than before, when Laura was fucking Dee Dee.
Laura was wildly writhing and squirming in the rumpled
sheets, even pulling them loose in two places from the
corners of the mattress, her hands scrabbling over Dee Dee's
silky black flesh and clutching her spastically while Dee
Dee jabbed her fingers up into Laura's frothing pussy with
increasing speed and force.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh yes . . . ungghh! Yes, oh yes,
honey, yes!" Laura panted, semi-hysterically.

She dug her heels into the mattress and pushed her
pelvis up into Dee Dee's thrusting hand, gyrating her hips,
shimmying them frantically, feeling hot arrows of piercing
pleasure streak through her body each time Dee Dee's
increasing rough fingers penetrated her flooding quim. And
now Dee Dee, after making her wait an unconscionably long
time, began to suck her nipples, not sweetly or sensually,
but hungrily, passionately, just the way Laura needed it.

"Oh god . . . yessssss!" she hissed, feeling her body
nearly boil over, feeling her breasts throb and pulse inside
with sexual pleasure. "Oh god yes . . . harder! Unhh!
Yes! Unhhh!"

The bed springs creaked loudly as their bodies surged
and roiled in the scrunched up sheets, Laura whimpering and
gasping with desperate urgency, Dee Dee panting and grunting
softly too as she brought Laura quickly to the pinnacle with
rapid thrusting and fervent sucking. She was working one of
Laura's nipples in her mouth into a frenzy of pain-pleasure,
sucking and pinching it hard with her tongue, ringing it
with her teeth.

"Bite it . . ." Laura gasped to her. "Bite it. Not
too hard . . . just hard enough . . . unhhhhh! Yes!
Ownnnmmggggg! Oh!"

Dee Dee sank her teeth into Laura's areola with just
the right amount of pressure to make Laura simply dissolve
in a holy red fury of coming. Even though she knew it was
coming, she was shocked by the force of the wrenching spasms
that hit her. She could feel her clenching womb suddenly
shudder in a deep seizure of sharp jolts.

"Unngghh! Ohnnmmggniieeeee!" she suddenly yelped, then
cried out. Her body flipped and jerked off the bed, her
thighs uncontrollably clamping Dee Dee's thrusting hand, her
flesh quivering with flames as each pulverizing stroke hit
her. "Auungghhh! Oh! Auunngghhh!"

Incredibly, her wet, throbbing nipple was still in Dee
Dee's mouth, though Dee Dee had released it from her teeth.
But the phenomenal spurt of sexual fire that had shot from
it to her pussy was still there, and Laura twisted and
flexed for another ten seconds in the grip of a crushing,
thrilling orgasm, feeling Dee Dee still sucking her, though
more gently now, and still fucking her pussy, though more
slowly now.

In this way she slowly came down from the more acute
spasms of her climax until only the long, feathery
aftershocks remained, striking her without warning again,
making her whole body quiver. Finally, even they diminished
and disappeared. She could feel Dee Dee extricating her wet
fingers from her pussy, and her eyelids fluttered open to
see Dee Dee lovingly kissing the nipple she had just bitten
at Laura's request.

"You did a pretty good one too," she murmured to Laura.
"I can see why you like girls more than guys. I never had
orgasms like I have with you. And I can see you have them
too. No dude ever made me come like that, I can tell you."

Laura felt very affectionate toward her, more affection
than she usually felt. She pulled Dee Dee down to her and
kissed her enthusiastically, running her hands all over Dee
Dee's naked body, especially down to her miracle ass, which
she had not been able to concentrate on until now. She
squeezed the hard, high, round moons suggestively.

"No man has an ass like this," she murmured against her
silky black cheek.

"How would you know? You only go to bed with sistas
like me who have the best asses in the world." She frowned
playfully but also dangerously at Laura. "Except Sara. You
know I have a better ass than she does. She's got a big
flabby butt. Admit it."

Ordinarily Laura would get mad at this point, but she
was now so overcome by sweet affection for Dee Dee and so
temporarily satiated by her stirring orgasm that she could
only smile back and pinch her delectable bottom lightly.
"I'll thank you kindly to leave your sister out of this,"
she purred. "She's a special person to me . . . but you're
special too."

Dee Dee was pleasantly surprised to hear this. "Do you
mean that?" she asked, pulling her face back, querying Laura
earnestly.

"Of course I mean that." Then, before they could get
too deeply into whatever Laura may have meant by saying
this, she changed the subject. "Let's go break open that
bottle of wine. I think we've earned it."

Dee Dee grinned sardonically. As she had made clear
earlier, she really wanted a drink. On the other hand, she
was very interested in getting Laura to explain herself more
thoroughly. In the end she apparently decided that they had
enough time stretching ahead of them for her to bring up the
subject again.

"Okay. I think I can find a corkscrew in the Widow
Harper's kitchen. Follow me."

Still stark naked, they went to the kitchen and found a
beer opener that also had a corkscrew nestled in the handle.
Dee Dee held it up mockingly.

"I fear the Widow has not much use for opening wine
bottles."

"Never mind, it'll work," Laura said, taking it.

She opened the bottle while Dee Dee took down two glass
tumblers from the cupboard. They returned to the bedroom
with the wine and glasses.

"Now, we have to be very careful," Laura said. "We
can't spill wine on the Widow's things. And I wish you'd
put something on over that delicious body. I can't take my
eyes off it."

Dee Dee grinned and flirted. "You ain't so ugly
yourself, Laura. I'm kinda getting into this girl fucking.
I hope they have some pretty girls like you back in Ann
Arbor."

Laura sat on the edge of the bed and pouted. "That
means you'll forget all about me."

Dee Dee scoffed. "You won't miss me. You'll be too
busy kissing that fat ass Sara."

This time Laura did frown. "Why do you hate her so
much?"

"I don't hate her at all," Dee Dee said, gulping down
one glass of wine. "I love her. Probably even more than
you love her. I just get mad at her for being Miss Perfect
all the time, and having somebody sweet and hot like you to
. . . I don't know, just gush all over her and be mooning
around over her all the time. Nobody ever did that for me."

All this talk, plus the wine, plus watching Dee Dee's
naked body as she sat in the armchair talking and moving
while Laura sat on the edge of the bed, Dee Dee's sleek,
flawless black skin glowing with a rich, soft sheen in the
dim light, reawakened Laura's lust for her in only seconds.
Dee Dee had already emptied her wine glass, and Laura's had
only about a inch left in the bottom. Rather than risk
spilling it, she too gulped it down, then set her glass
aside and scooted back on the bed, patting it with her palm.

"Come to Mama," she purred, eyelids heavy. "I'm not
finished with you yet."

Slow, Dee Dee put her glass down too on the adjacent
dressing table and rose from the chair, her delicious little
black breasts swaying as she walked toward Laura. "What you
gon' do to me, Mama?"

"Mmmm, I'm going to give you a back rub," Laura
continued purring, maneuvering Dee Dee down on her stomach
on the mattress and straddling the backs of her gleaming
black thighs.

She had truly a miracle back and a miracle ass. She
had an incredibly beautiful body, and as Laura began to run
her hands over Dee Dee's smooth, supple flesh she found
herself wondering about the very thing Dee Dee had mentioned
moments ago: why was it that men-with whom Dee Dee had
obviously had most of her considerable sexual experience
(only Laura and the horrible Ruta were the exceptions)-were
not beating down her door, fighting with one another for the
right to have her exclusively, declaring their endless love
to her at every opportunity? True, she was a little prickly
and difficult at times, and she had a clear addiction
problem.

And yet, as Laura felt the girl's smooth warm skin
slide under her palms and her firm flesh give under her
fingers, Laura thought that almost anything would be worth
it for this. She rubbed and then squeezed the resilient
flesh between Dee Dee's neck and gleaming black shoulders
before leaning forward to kiss the seductive shadows formed
by the wings of her shoulder blades when she squirmed a
little. Dee Dee smiled drowsily and looked back at Laura
over one shoulder.

"Laura's magic fingers, eh? Why didn't you tell me you
could do this?"

Still stroking Dee Dee's marvelous flesh, Laura kissed
her way down the shallow groove of her spine, which deepened
as she reached the firm high black moons of Dee Dee's
miracle ass. "It was all just a ruse so I could get you on
your stomach," Laura breathed, her lips now having reached
the top of the crease between Dee Dee's ass cheeks.

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