- CHAPTER SEVEN - A FRESH HIGH FROM A DIFFERENT LADY

			BY POC



	Sandy's boyfriend David dropped both girls off at Cynthia's 

house at the request of Sandy then he quickly left hoping to get the 

Mercedes sedan back into the garage before either his mother or her

love discovered he had taken it.



	Once the girls were inside Sandy put her arm around 

Cynthia and said, "Now it's my turn to run you a bath. Come on

lets get up stairs and you get undressed." 



	Cynthia undressed slowly becoming more and more depressed 

with each article of clothing she removed as the full impact of having 

been raped by a low life gang banger overcame her.



	Sandy filled the bath with clean hot water but did not use any

bobble bath as Cynthia had done for her. Sandy understood better than

most others exactly what Cynthia was going through, and she had 

decided to offer herself to Cynthia as sexual cleansing, filled with

meaning, far away from male dominational lust and only selfish

gratification for the male.



	She helped Cynthia step into the hot water then she herself

undressed.



	Cynthia's eyes were closed and Sandy kneeled down then 

kissed her on the lips. Cynthia jerked back in surprise, staring up at

Sandy. .

     

	"Why not Cindy? It's the least we can do for each other."

     

	"I'm not sure I'm comfortable with this." Cynthia answered.



	"I'm not sure I'm all that comfortable with it myself," Sandy 

replied, "but....I do love you, and this at least doesn't involve abuse

or humiliation with the single purpose of sexually satisfying some 

male's cock pounding into us until their balls explode!" 



	"I can't......." Cynthia started to say, but Sandy kissed her 

again, silencing her. This time she climbed into the tub and put her arm

around Cynthia's neck, then she pushed Cynthia back onto the tubs 

surface, pressing herself into Cynthia's chest. Both of her breasts 

pressed heavily into Cynthia's breasts, then she leaned her body to the 

right until her other hand could caress Cynthia's left breast.



    	"Sandy." Cynthia complained.

     

	"Come onnnn." Sandy pleaded, then kissed her again as her

hand slid over Cynthia's naked breasts. 

     

	"You know we both need this." Sandy said, hotly.



	Cynthia still wasn't sure about what they were doing, but

the feelings coming up from between her legs was trying to tell her

she did need this.

 

    	Sandy ran her tongue across Cynthia's nipples, then slurped 

them into her mouth, suckling lightly, bringing them erect. Cynthia's 

breasts swelled and hardened as Sandy's hands and mouth worked on 

them, and Cynthia started to drift off into a pleasurable daze.

     

	Sandy slid down Cynthia's body, her tongue licking wide trails 

across her chest, and stomach, and abdomen. Then he head was under 

water and she was between Cynthia's legs and twirling her wonderful 

tongue in and out of Cynthia's slit.



	Sandy raised her head and she took in a deep breath of air as 

her fingers rubbed back and forth across Cynthia's clitty, sending her 

into groaning, grunting spasms of ecstasy, making Cynthia cum with a 

devastating fury.



	Cynthia was still under the heated spell of orgasmic bliss 

when Sandy softly whispered, "Come on," and she helped Cynthia

out of the tub.



	Sandy held Cynthia's hand and lead her to the bed then

scurried around on her knees over Cynthia until her tongue and 

mouth latched onto Cynthia's slit. Sandy moved her groin around 

over Cynthia's face, and then slowly lowered herself. 



	Cynthia looked up at Sandy's bare crotch, and as if in a 

dream, watched it approach her. Then almost on their own accord 

Cynthia's hands slid up around Sandy's buttocks, feeling the 

wonderful softness of the girl's skin as she drew her closer.



     	Cynthia's tongue slid up and down along her friends slit, 

making her shiver atop Cynthia. Sandy lay fully over Cynthia, her 

breasts in Cynthia's belly and Cynthia's in hers. Cynthia could feel the 

hard little points of Sandy's nipples against her skin as she worked on 

Cynthia's clit once more.

     

	Cynthia opened her mouth wide and engulfed almost Sandy's 

entire pubic mound, munching lightly. Then Cynthia moved her lips 

against Sandy's clitty and sucked it into her mouth, humming and 

buzzing to set the little bud vibrating. Cynthia heard Sandy moan from 

down between her legs, and the sound sent a surge of lust through her.

     

	Cynthia renewed her effort, driving her tongue deep into 

Sandy's slit, gulping down girl juice, rasping her nose, and lips and 

tongue across Sandy's clitty. Sandy's body shuddered all over, and her 

fingers stabbed deep into Cynthia's cunt as she came.



     	Cynthia kept working fiercely on Sandy's clitty until she 

finished her orgasm, then she went back to a more leisurely licking 

and sucking. Cynthia slid her hands back and forth over Sandy's thin 

buttocks, and then down along her sides to her breasts pushing her 

hands between them and squeezed Sandy's breasts, searching for the 

nipples.  



	Sandy pressed her mouth onto Cynthia's clit and nibbled 

sending a shudder of hot flashes moving through Cynthia's body, as 

that hot, dark center between the girls legs started to burn with lust. 

Cynthia just lay there, unmoving, her hands limp at her sides, as 

Sandy worked her mouth over her pussy, sucking, then sliding her 

tongue over and over the soft cunt flesh, her tongue buzzing across 

her clit, then slowly worked its way down along Cynthia's slit. Up and 

down it moved as Sandy's fingers rubbed over her clit, and dipped in 

and out of Cynthia's cunthole. Deeper and deeper they moved, two 

fingers, fucking the girls cunt box, stabbing into her up to the knuckles.



	Cynthia came again, with even more intensely than the first 

time. Her hands came up of their own volition, and seized her aching

breasts, squeezing repeatedly. She whimpered in denial as the 

floodgates opened inside her and a massive tidal rush of ecstatic 

sexual power rushed forth, enveloping her body from top to bottom in 

an electrifying roar of sensations, brought on by an almost 

overwhelming orgasm.

 

	When Cynthia's orgasm ended Sandy straightened up and lay

next to her friend. Both girls looked deep into each others eyes. Both 

of them breathing hard,  uncertain of the other or of themselves. Then 

Sandy kissed Cynthia. At first it was soft, as soft as mist on a rose 

pedal. Then as seconds passed and neither girl screamed or pushed the

other away Sandy's lips moved more hungrily, pressed against 

Cynthia more demandingly.

     

	Cynthia's eyes closed as her hands slid around Sandy's back 

and shoulders drawing the girl against her. Their bodies moved together, 

all wet and dripping and warm from their excitement and exertion then

Sandy rolled onto her side. 



	Cynthia opened her eyes to find Sandy lying beside her, propped 

up on one elbow, smiling tiredly. 

     

	"Sandy... " Cynthia started, then couldn't think of anything else 

to say.



	Sandy leaned forward and kissed Cynthia again, very gently. 

Then she got up and held out a hand for Cynthia to follow her back to

the bathroom where they could take a real bath.





	The following day both girls stood across the street from the 

house Eric and the black man Henry had used to humiliate Sandy while

Cynthia observed. They were looking at Eric's van parked in the 

driveway.



	"I'm certain the pictures of us are in that van but its 

undoubtedly locked. " Cynthia told Sandy disappointedly.



	"Can't we just break in?" Sandy asked shrugging her 

shoulders.



	"I guess," Cynthia answered tentatively, "but if Eric comes out

while we're going through his van we'll be in for it."



	Sandy looked thoughtful for several seconds then said, " Well 

then,  I'll just have to make sure Eric stays busy until you get the 

pictures," With that she took a step toward the house.



	"Wait a minute!" Cynthia said as she took a hold of Sandy's

blouse stopping her progress, "Just what is it you're planning on 

doing?"



	"I'm going to keep him busy while you go through the van."

Sandy answered matter of factly.



	"Do you have any idea what he might want you to do!"

Cynthia mouthed as a fact rather than a question with concern for her 

friend.



	"It can't be any worse than what he's already made me do, 

now can it? Besides, what other options do we have? You just make 

sure you get what we came for. I sure as hell don't want to let that 

bastard fuck me again without us getting the pictures." With that she 

walked toward the door.



	"Sandy...." Cynthia called after her, but Sandy just waved 

her off with a hand.



	Sandy boldly stepped up onto the porch then rapped lightly 

on the door.  After several seconds the door was pulled open by Eric

who got a surprised look on his face when he recognized Sandy. 



	"What the fuck are you doing here?" He said angrily, 

maintaining the puzzled look on his face, "Your not supposed to be 

here until Saturday!"



	"I know Eric," Sandy said meekly, "I....I need a little hit....

you know...just to tide me over. Just a pinch. Please Eric. I'll do

anything." She was trying to act as strung out as she could.



	Eric looked suspiciously up and down the street several times 

then he looked back at Sandy, "What the fuck! I've sold you a lot of shit 

lately. What the fuck have you been doing with it? Using it for wallpaper 

paste?"



	"Please Eric...just a little....I'll pay you later....I promise. 

Please." She pleaded with him.



	"You stupid cunt! No fucking wa....." Eric's words were cut 

off by the deep voice of Henry from inside the house.



	"Who da fuck is it?" Henry's voice boomed.



	"It's that stupid bitch you popped a couple of weeks ago." 

He answered the man inside, then taking on the tone one would use 

when talking to a baby he said, "She want's a little blow. Aw...baby 

needs her pabulum." Then in a normal tone added, "I'm going to send

her little ass a packing."



	"Not so's fast man.  'S coo', bro. ah' wouldn't mind knocking' 

off anoda' piece uh dat honky pussy.  Slap mah fro! Let ha' come in.  

'S coo', bro." Henry told Eric.



	"What the fuck!" Eric said with annoyance in his voice as

he pulled Sandy into the house and closed the door behind her.



	"Here!" Eric said pushing Sandy toward Henry sitting on

the couch, "She said she'd do anything. Hell, maybe you'd like to take

her up the ass this time Henry."



	The thought of Henry sodomising her with his huge tool 

frightened Sandy so much she almost bolted from the room, but 

remembering Cynthia was just outside breaking into Eric's van forced

her to push aside the fright and think of some other way to keep him

out of her rear hole. "You know Henry...." she said in a subservient 

voice with downcast eyes, "you were right when you said...you  

know...how white girls..ah....you know...learn to really like black 

cock...well....I really would like to suck your big black cock and drink 

down your cum again."



	"Ho!... Ha!...." Henry laughed sadistically at her words. "I

knowed it! Axe anyone. White bitch Hoe's loves big black cock!" He

stood up and took off his pants. "Takes off yo' clothes and git yer 

lilly white ass buck necked. Den we'll see's bout lettin' ya' suck dis." 

He told her wiggling his massive cock up and down.



	 She smiled down at him hoping he wouldn't notice how false

her smile really was, and started to undo the back zipper of her dress.  

As she took the dress off her shoulders it fell forward revealing her 

young breasts. They were high up her body, not huge, more like ripe 

cone shaped grapefruit. They protruded deliciously as she removed the 

dress from her hips were it had collected.  Soon she was standing in 

front of him completely necked.



	"Turn round!" Henry demanded.



	She did so giving him a view of her wonderful ass. As she 

turned she noticed his cock stiffen between his legs.



	"Okay.  Slap mah fro! Suck mah' cock, goat.  Suck me, ya' 

little honky who'e," He said as if she were nothing more than a 

common slut to be used.



	She dropped down onto her knees between his wide spread

legs and used her long fingers to take his penis into her hand.  He was 

not fully erect so she was able to take most of it into her mouth.  She 

started sucking and moving her tongue around the stiffening member.  

Soon she needed to stretch her mouth as his cock grew to its full size.  



	Sandy did the best she could pumping her mouth up and 

down the length of his swollen cock, causing discomfort due to it's

size, but she was determined to bring him to orgasm with her mouth

rather than the alternative of him taking her in the rear. Her left hand 

held on to the root of  his cock while her right played with his balls 

hoping to help stimulate him.



 	Sandy was working hard at giving him great head, she forced

herself to take most of his cock into her overstreched mouth, while

suppressing any gag response each time his black cock pushed against 

the back of her throat. 



	As she sucked she pulled on his balls while pushing  the fingers 

of her hand between his ass crack playing with his anus trying to further 

stimulate him into ejaculation and pleasure generated by her pumping 

mouth. 



	"Stop!", he ordered, "Ah' wanna do sump'n else. Come ova' 

cheer and sits waaay down on mah' lap." He pushed on the top of her 

head pulling her mouth off of his member.



	She became frighten of how he might want to use her and 

she put a mask of disappointment on her face as she said, "Oh please....

I thought you said you would cum in my mouth...."



	"Don't fucks wit me bitch!" He said angrily pulling her up

by the hair.



	She stood and turned around then slowly sat down on his lap.

He positioned his cock up in-between her legs where it protruded up 

along her pubic hairs, with its tip reaching almost to her belly button.



	She had almost completely forgotten about Eric, but now

that she was turned looked directly at him. Eric had taken a seat in

one of the side chairs and watched with amusement as Sandy allowed

herself to be defiled by the big black man.  



	Henry reached around and took both of Sandy's breasts in

his hands and started squeezing them roughly, "Youse got any KY?" he 

asked looking over toward Eric.



	"Naw. Got some margarine though. What that?" Eric said 

letting a smile cross his face as he got up and headed toward the

kitchen.



	Sandy pushed upward knowing what he intended on doing to

her, but Henry squeezed so hard on her tits she winced with pain and

remained seated. "What are you going....." She started to say but another

squeezed of her breasts took the words out of her mouth.



	"Shut  yo' fuckin' hole cunt. You's  duzn't rap unless yo' 

spoken too. I'm goin' t'fuck ya' up de ass and yo' goin' t'likes it.Right 

on?" Henry inflicted additional pain on her breasts for emphasis.



	Eric returned, handed Henry a cube of margarine then resumed

his spectators seat enjoying the show.



	"Now's ya' stand up and lubricate yo' ass hole wit dis here 

butta' den spread some on mah' cock. It'll make takin' dis here big-ass 

brother snake up yo' ass some little easier." Henry told Sandy handing 

her the cube of margarine.



	Sandy resigned herself to the fact that she was going to be 

sodimized by the black man and there was nothing she could do about.

That resignation didn't dispel her fright or anticipation of pain, but it

did minimize her brains activity thinking of ways to avoid what was

about to happen.



	She bit down on her lower lip then standing up on shaky 

legs she used a finger to scoop up a sizable amount of margarine

into the palm of her hand. The lubricant felt soft and cool on the 

tender flesh in and around her rear entry as she liberally applied up 

inside herself. She turned around slowly then leaned down and 

coated Henry's throbbing cock with the margarine, gripping and 

pumping him vigorously in one last ditch of hope that she could get

 him to ejaculate under her hands attention.



	Henry pushed her away and gripped her around the waist

then turning her so her buttered ass faced him, he pulled her downward 

onto him, "Now's ya' do all de wo'k bitch. I'll put mah' cock  in de 

right spot, den ya' push yo'self waaay down and snatch dis pole 

up de tight little ass O' youren." Henry said removing one hand from

her waist so he could position his cock's head at the entrance of her

anal entry.   


	"Down bitch!" He yelled and Sandy pushed downward.



	Sandy cried out painfully as the purple head of his cock 

pushed against her unyielding passageway and she paused in her

downward movement. Henry pulled her down driving more of him

into her and her sphincter gave in to the force of the weapon he 

wield.



	His extra large member plunged deeper and it felt as if she 

were being pulled apart as he stretched her anal cavity wider and 

wider, filling her with both cock and pain from his extra large 

organ.



	Taking her under the arms he raised and lowered her up and 

down on his stiff  tool. Sandy screamed out with pain on the down 

strokes as she was forced to take his shaft up into her body. For what 

seems to be an  eternity he slammed her up and down on his hard 

penis, then he leaned forward and slid two fingers up into her cunt

while he roughly handled her small, firm tits with his other hand.



	"ya' do de wo'k now bitch! Use dem feet ta ass fuck me!"

He demanded.



	Sandy was in such extreme pain she could hardly hear him,

but somehow she managed to press down with her feet to raise up then

allow gravity to pull her tortured body down onto his black sword again

and again.



	Small trickles of blood from her abused asshole ran down his 

cock as Sandy forced herself  to impale her ass up and down over his 

rigid organ.



	Finally the cum welled up in his balls and he started slamming 

up into Sandy.  She tried to raised herself up attempting to get away 

from the painful pole, but he pulled her down slamming his battering 

ram deep into her, then she felt a hot wetness splash against her raw 

tender flesh up inside her bung hole and she knew he was having a 

climax. 



	"Oh yeah. Right On! You's little who'e. Right On!" He yelled. 

"Dere's nodin' likes unloadin' some hot wad up a tight whit ass. God 

ah' loves butt fuckin', specially a yung honky cunt likes ya'. Ohooooo.. 

Mannnn.... Ohoooo... Fugggggg...." 


	After he had milked the last drop of cum out of his balls he

roughly pushed her away from him onto the floor, sliding his cock 

out from her bloody, swollen asshole.



	Eric got up laughing and stood over Sandy, "Christ, I was

planning on fucking you myself, but you look all fucked out." He 

reached into his pocket and dropped a small bag of powder onto 

Sandy's bare breasts. "Not ass for grass, but close." he said still 

laughing.



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	Cynthia sat comfortably on her bed next to Sandy. Both girls 

faces displayed relaxed smiles as they perused the photographs 

Cynthia had taken from Eric's van for the hundredth time.



	It  was three weeks from the time of the theft and both Eric 

and Henry had seemed to vanished off the face of the earth. A police

investigation was still in place, but without any leads resolution to

the disappearance seemed far fetched. The girls assumed Chewy had

done his thing.   

	

	"You know Sandy," Cynthia told her best friend, "I think we're

going to ace English class this year." She was looking at a photograph

of Mrs. Wilson, their home room English teacher deep throating Eric 

while Henry humped her from behind.



	Sandy's smile broadened as she said, "History looks pretty 

good for us too," holding up a picture of Mr. Hudson. 



END