Her Loving Black Mistress
by Jane Dawson

FOREWORD

Diana felt carried away by the beautiful black woman's soft, pulsating voice. Never before 
in her life had she felt so complete and alive. Her whole body tingled under the short, thin 
gown she was wearing. She yearned to remove it and press her soft, young white flesh to the 
woman's enticing loins.

She moaned as she stood before the altar, quivering with need and anticipation. Her eyes 
swept over the room and quickly returned to the black woman who was approaching her, 
naked and gleaming in the light of the candles.

"You have become my slave," the woman was whispering in a low, seductive voice. "You 
wish only to do my bidding, to make me happy, is that not true?"

"Yes, yes, Lamia," moaned Diana, her loins on fire with wanting. "I need you so much! 
You're the only thing that matters to me now!"

She could not help but drop her hands and begin to caress her aching pussy mound. Her 
cunt was on fire with lust and she almost could not stand she felt so weak and hungry for the 
touch of the woman's hand. Ever since that first time it was as if her body had a will of its own 
and all it wanted was the aching, loving caress of Lamia's strong, black hands.

The tall, beautiful black woman laughed in a deep voice. "Tell me how much you need me,"
she hissed passionately. "Tell me how much you yearn for my favors!"

Diana slipped to her knees and threw her arms around the woman's warm, black thighs. 
She pressed her face against the hot, damp cunt that had enraptured her and kissed it 
hungrily.

"Ohhh, Lamia, Lamia, I will do anything for you, anything," she gasped, mashing her 
luscious, moist lips against the hot cunt petals of the woman's magnificent womb. "Just 
please, please love me as only you can! Please, please love me!"

Lamia put her hand on the teenager's head and slithered her fingers back and forth 
through her long, blonde hair. "I will, I will," she cooed seductively. "I will, I will..."

CHAPTER ONE

For some young people in the late seventies, college is a bore. It's a place to pass the time 
before having to assume the responsibilities of adulthood, a way to put off dealing with the 
real world for awhile.

For others, it is one more step along the way to whatever goal they have set for 
themselves. It is a place where you work hard and get ahead, each grade as important as 
anything you have ever done.

For some, however, college is still the strange and wonderful experience of learning, 
making new friends and growing up knowing more than you ever thought you would know. 
It's a place where you have more freedom than you have ever had before and finally stop 
being the little kid your parents thought of you as.

It was that way for Diana Prine. She came to Blackthorn University filled with excitement 
and dreams. She had no idea what she would find there, but it had to be better than the life 
she was leading in Hallburg. None of her friends were going on to college, they were getting 
jobs in the local factory or settling down with their boyfriends. They thought she was weird to 
want to go on with school. They all hated it and even her father didn't know why she had to 
leave home and go to some small college town three hundred miles away.

"It's better than me going to New York, Daddy," she would tease and of course he couldn't
argue with that.

But it wasn't as if she thought of herself as anything special. After all, she was just another 
girl from a very small village in downstate New York and she really didn't feel she was better 
than anybody else. But she did want to get out of the married and babies trap that all her 
friends were into. She wanted to see a bit of life and be on her own before she got into that.

She was rather afraid of going out by herself, though and that is why she chose Blackthorn
University in the first place. It had as good a reputation as any other state school and it was 
set in a nice, quiet small town that she was sure would make her feel well enough at home.

From the day she arrived, she knew that she had made the right choice. She had never had
so much fun in her life. There was a lot to do despite the fact that it wasn't a big school and 
for the first few weeks she was in a whirlwind of activity that never seemed to let up. She 
hardly had time to catch her breath.

Her roommate was a year ahead of her and such a wise and wonderful girl. She was very 
grown up, though kind of strange. Sometimes she seemed to be wandering around in a cloud,
but then, with all the work you had to do, Diana could see why. Still, Tina Morrow, her 
roommate did act weird sometimes.

But that didn't really bother Diana. Tina was always nice to her and helped her get over the
bumps of the first few weeks by listening to her questions and trying to answer them as best 
she could. In a very short time, Diana had come to care for Tina a lot. Almost like a sister.

And that wasn't all that had happened to Diana. She didn't tell anyone, not even her best 
friend from high school about it when she went home for Christmas vacation, but Diana Prine 
had fallen in love.

His name was Howard Templeton and he was a poet. He was a year ahead of her as was 
Tina but they shared a Lit. class taught by Miss Phyllis Woodman and after one session during 
which they both talked a lot with Miss Woodman about a story they had read, he had rather 
shyly asked her out for coffee. It didn't take Diana much time to see that he was a special boy.

He was very kind and sweet and they went out almost every Friday and Saturday night 
after that. Unlike the boys she had known at home, he never got fresh and she actually had to 
kiss him the first time. They hadn't gone beyond that stage yet, but over vacation, missing him
terribly, remembering the warm, moist tingle she had felt between her thighs whenever they 
were alone together, she had decided the time had come to give up her virginity and become 
a woman.

Howard was obviously the man to do that with. She couldn't think of a better boy to give 
herself to for the first time and she was determined to go to bed with him if she had to drag 
him there!

She and Howard were standing in line, now, signing up for courses for this semester. It was
a long, tedious wait but she didn't mind, she could feel the warm, delicious presence of his 
body beside hers and since this was their first day back together, she had decided that tonight
was the night. Howard had a small studio apartment off campus so there would not be any 
worrisome interruptions.

"Say, darling," she said in an excited voice, pointing to the course offerings listed in a small
book she was carrying. "Besides taking the second half of Miss Woodman's class, let's sign up 
for this one."

He looked to where she was pointing and saw the course in Mythology taught by Lamia 
Abaddon, a West Indian black woman whom they had both seen around the campus in her 
long, flowing robes, so strikingly beautiful that the year before she had been nominated 
Homecoming Queen in spite of the fact that she was a teacher and not a student.

"Tina is always raving about the course," Diana said, curling her fingers around Howard's 
arm and giving him a playful squeeze. "What do you say?"

Howard shrugged, smiling and shaking his head. There was no way he could resist her 
when she got all cuddly on him. Not that she did anything on purpose, it just worked out that 
way.

"Sure, why not," he laughed, leaning over and giving her a peck on the cheek. "It might be 
fun. Certainly it won't be boring!"

They spent the next hour or two going through all the hassles of fixing your program and 
finally stumbled out of the building tired and hungry. She suggested she make dinner for 
them at his apartment, trying to be as light about it as possible She had only been there twice 
and both times it was rushing in and out to get something for a class and she didn't know 
how he would react to that idea.

He didn't seem to think anything of it other than it was a good idea and with a mixture of 
apprehension and anticipation, she hurried him through a quick shopping at the supermarket 
then went on to his apartment. The dinner was fantastic, of course. Both her parents worked 
and she had been cooking at home ever since she was twelve. They had wine with their meal 
and Howard surprised her by breaking out a bottle of champagne afterward.

"I was saving it for a special occasion," he explained in a rather embarrassed way. "I guess 
this is as special as it could get. I really missed you a lot, I'm glad you're back."

She smiled warmly as he handed her a glass of the bubbly liquid. "I did too, darling," she 
said in a soft, seductive voice. "More than you think."

He sat down and they touched glasses, draining them in one swallow. He refilled them and
sat a few inches away from her on the couch. She could tell he was nervous and as she had 
suspected, she was going to have to make the first move.

She slithered over next to him, leaning into him with her warm, quivering body. She was 
only five-five, but her figure had filled out quite nicely in the last year or two and her breasts 
were perfect for her size. She pressed them against his arm and felt him shudder with the 
contact. He seemed to heat up in a flash and if she hadn't been so serious about what she was
doing, she would have giggled at his obvious uneasiness. But she didn't want to worry him so 
she merely smiled and leaned her head on his shoulder.

"It's so nice being here with you, Howard," she sighed happily. "I never feel more safe and 
comfortable than when I'm alone with you!"

He groaned and put his arm around her, hugging her tightly. "You have no idea what you 
do to me, Diana," he said gruffly. "It's an effort not to touch you sometimes!"

She laughed warmly and lifted up her head, kissing his cheek. "Then don't stop yourself, 
darling," she cooed. "I'll tell you when to stop, and that is never."

She slithered her moist, succulent lips over his warm cheek and ran them lightly across his 
own, dry, cracked petals. He gulped frantically as he felt her luscious mouth covering his. She 
put her hands on his head and held him tightly, roaming her darling lips back and forth, 
kissing him hungrily.

He moaned softly as he felt the passion rising in him. She had never really kissed like this 
before. Never so calm and determined and he hardly knew how to deal with it other than go 
along with whatever she had in mind.

Gently he parted her even, white teeth with his greedy tongue and when he felt them 
open willingly he sighed with delight and slithered the seeking arrow beyond them, curling 
and slashing eagerly at her own, moist spear.

The two loving tools entwined and danced around each other as they pressed their bodies
tightly together and kissed hungrily and passionately. Diana's loins were beginning to burn 
with the aching, familiar fire she had kept quiet for so long. She had only felt this good and 
excited when she had masturbated and she knew that it was going to get better and better.

"Ohhh, darling, darling, Howard," she cooed softly, fluttering her lips sensuously against 
his, twisting and turning her head as she spoke.

"You make me feel so nice! So nice and warm! Ohhh, make love to me, Howard! Make love
to me now!"

He couldn't believe his ears, but her mouth confirmed what she was saying. As their 
tongues lashed and darted around each other in a frenzy of passion he felt his hand, almost 
with a life of its own, roaming down the back of her soft, wool sweater, gripping and kneading
her pulsating back through the thick material.

She gasped in pleasure as she felt his strong young hand pause at the base of her spine, 
his fingers tapping tentatively at the pert, luscious swell of her round, attractive behind. She 
shivered involuntarily and wiggled her sweet bottom in an enticing manner.

"Oooo, don't stop there, Howard," she gasped in delight. She gave him a hug and swayed 
back and forth in his embrace. "You'll get me very, very frustrated if you do, darling! Go on, I 
want to feel your hands all over me!"

Hesitantly he slithered his hand lightly over the luscious half moons of passion. She was 
wearing a pair of tight ski pants that she had put on for just this purpose. They hugged her 
bottom in a most erotic manner and she knew he could feel her buttocks quivering under his 
touch as his hand rode over the darling buns and cupped them tenderly in his palm.

He gave the spongy cheeks a soft squeeze and she sighed contentedly, rocking her sweet 
butt back and forth over his gripping fingers. Gently he caressed the warm, trembling buns, 
massaging them and kneading them lovingly. She felt her pussy getting damp and warm and 
she sighed in pleasure as his searching fingers rolled along the soft cleft between her spongy 
mounds, making her tight, damp anal dot tingle as it never had before.

She ran her mouth hungrily over his, kissing and stabbing at his lips with her pink, pointed 
tongue. She kissed his cheeks and eyes and slithered her tongue around to his ear, lathering 
the rim with a wicked delight and blowing a warm current of air against his skin that made 
him jerk and quake with uncontrollable pleasure.

"Ohh, God, God, Diana," he groaned, his body feeling as if it were being wound as tight as 
a spring. "I can't help it, I can't help how much I want you! Jesus, you drive me crazy!" She 
laughed softly, nibbling teasingly on his ear. "That's the idea, darling," she whispered 
erotically. "That is exactly the idea!"

He ran his free hand over her slim, elegant neck, feeling the excited blood pulsating in her 
veins, then dropped the loving hand to the tops of her small, perfect breasts. She moaned in 
pleasure and squirmed against him hungrily.

Gently he slid his palm over the soft, spongy globes and curled his fingers around them. 
He squeezed the trembling boob in his hard fist and she gasped as the stinging, wonderful 
sensations raced from her aching tits to her throbbing loins.

"Oooo, that feels so nice," she sighed in heavenly delight. "Ummm, I like that! We should 
have been doing this a long time ago, darling!"

She ran one of her own, slender, exquisite hands down over his chest to his waist, then 
around to his quivering thigh. Tenderly she slithered the tips of her soft, pretty fingers over his
trousers, feeling him shiver with the pleasure of her contact and hearing him moan quietly as 
the aching need tore through his pounding loins.

She dug her darling fingers into his leg and he almost leaped from the couch as she 
gripped his flesh tightly through his pants, kneading and tugging on his thigh, moving ever 
closer to the hard, throbbing bulge between his legs.

His eager hands roamed lovingly over her breasts and bottom, sliding back and forth, 
pinching gently and dancing lightly as he went along. She shivered with anticipation as he 
fumbled with the buttons to her sweater, pulling them free, one by one until he had reached 
the end of them and was spreading the folds of the garment apart.

His hand pressed firmly against her warm, palpitating stomach, feeling the enticing 
shudders of love that were quaking beneath his caress. His eyes were staring lovingly at the 
twin cups of her sweet, white bra, watching her breasts rise and fall inside of the restraining 
halter with ever labored breath she took.

Tenderly he slid his fingers upward and pressed them gently against the smooth, alabaster 
halter. She moaned softly and rocked from side to side under his pleasing touch, her own, 
eager hand moving over the top of his belt now, just inches from the hard, thick mound that 
was pressing urgently against the front of his pants.

He curled his fingers around her bra and squeezed it hard in his fist. She sighed with 
pleasure and lifted her back from the couch, giving him access to the snaps that held the 
garment together.

"Ohhh, Howard, Howard, just take it off," she groaned in an urgent voice. She shook a little
and took hold of his hand, riding it around to her back. "Please just take the damn thing off 
me now! God, I want to feel your hand on my breasts right now! Right now!"

Eagerly his fingers found the small snaps and he popped them loose. She tugged and 
pulled on her sweater and straps to the bra, finally slithering them over her arms and tossing 
the unwanted clothing to the end of the couch.

She settled back against the sofa once more and smiled lovingly up at him, her free hand 
caressing his cheek. His eyes were feasting on the delicious, exciting view of her revealed tits. 
They jiggled enticingly with her breathing and the small, perfect globes stood proudly on her 
ribcage, obviously not needing the support of a bra at all.

Howard was overcome by passion and desire and he had to contain his aching need and 
calm himself down. He curled his fingers around one, soft, warm boob and gave the tender 
globe a gentle squeeze. She gasped with the incredible delight of his gripping fingers and her 
tiny, rosy nipple quickly grew firm and erect as his palm crushed down on it. He rubbed the 
sweet nugget back and forth, thrilling to the way it dug into his flesh as he caressed the lovely 
button. He took it between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it back and forth until the 
wonderful girl was groaning in pleasure and kissing his neck greedily.

"You have wonderful breasts, Diana," he sighed happily, kneading the twin spheres of 
pleasure with his hungry hand. "You have the nicest breasts I've ever seen!"

She laughed in delight and mashed her body tightly against his hand, swaying back and 
forth under his urgent, pleasing attention. She slithered her hand down to his hard, quaking 
mound and pressed her palm on the bulge, feeling the throbbing passion that was flowing 
through it even through his clothes.

He gasped and shuddered as she attended to his prick, pinching the thick, knobby head 
and rolling her delightful fingers up and down the length of his shaft. He had never felt such a
wonderful, burning ache in his loins before and he could hardly breath his prick hurt so nicely.

Quickly he slid his hand over her tight, smooth ski pants. Riding his fingers greedily over 
her thighs, slithering the digits down along her inner limbs. She shivered in expectation as she
felt his marvelous spears caressing her aching flesh, nearing her hot, pounding cunt mound 
with each relentless step.

He could feel the heat rising from her womb, slashing through her clothes as he cupped 
his palm over her hard, aching hillock. Her pussy was trembling violently when he began to 
rub the steaming mound up and down, gripping and squeezing his fingers around the 
luscious cave, and she yearned to feel his manly grip on her naked cunt instead of through the
unwanted layers of clothing she was wearing.

She shuddered with pleasure and bucked her hot, pounding womb hard against his hand. 
Her own fingers were busily kneading and gripping his cock through his pants now, no more 
pretending it was an accident her hand being there. She tugged and pulled on the 
magnificent shaft, gripping it lovingly as she rode her fingers back and forth over the thick 
bulge.

He gasped and moaned loudly, the intense pleasure racing through his rod and slashing 
powerfully at his balls. His prick seemed to grow bigger and bigger under her constant attack 
on his throbbing spear.

Hungrily he ran his fingers up to the button and zipper that held the ski pants closed. She 
shivered violently in anticipation as he fumbled with the button and popped it loose then slid 
the zipper down. She sighed in wild, warm pleasure when she felt him slither his hand inside 
of her panties and roll his fingertips through her thin strands of cunt hair, damp with the 
steady stream of creamy love juice that was now flowing from her aching cave.

"Yes, yes," she whispered urgently, her moist, warm thighs opening and closing 
spasmodically under his caress. "That's it, darling, that's it! Ooooo, Howard, Howard, it feels so
good! It feels so wonderful!"

He chuckled softly, pleased to feel her trembling and groaning under his moving digits.

He tugged on her pussy hair playfully and danced the tips of his fingers around the edge 
of her fevered mound. She gasped with pleasure and thrust her cunt up against his hands, 
yearning for more and more of his loving caress.

Gently he slid his fingers over her twitching clit. The tiny button leaped to his touch and 
trembled violently in response. She moaned loudly and rocked her darling head against his 
shoulder as he took the juicy button between his thumb and forefinger and tenderly pinched 
it, sending a sharp, stinging wave of passion shooting through her tortured loins.

Her cunt was on fire now with greed and wanting and she could think of nothing else but 
the marvelous, powerful sensations that were racing through her flesh. She felt as if her whole 
body was poised to respond to his attack and she ached to feel his fingers deep in her taut, 
burning tunnel.

Quickly she pulled and tugged on his belt and zipper, yanking them free and sliding her 
hand inside of his pants. He cried out in aching delight as he felt her lovely fingers curling 
around his hot, throbbing manhood, squeezing it lovingly as she drew it from his trousers and
underwear.

She balanced the hard, pounding rod in the palm of her soft, moist hand and stroked the 
huge pole with her other, lightly slithering her fingertips across the length of his fevered meat.
She cooed and sighed and caressed the shaft in loving pleasure.

"Oooo, it's so big and hard and wonderful," she purred, squeezing her darling fist around 
the thick prong. "I love the way it feels in my hand! So hot and alive!"

"Ohhh, God, God," Howard groaned, jerking violently under her gripping fingers, his cock 
feeling like it was going to explode with delight. "Jesus, Diana, Jesus! You don't know how 
good it feels, you just don't know!"

She giggled girlishly and continued to stroke and massage the massive shaft as his fingers 
determinedly worked their way down to her trembling, slippery cunt lips. A shiver of intense 
pleasure ran through her womb as she felt him caress the twin petals of passion.

He ran the tips of his fingers up and down along side of the damp; warm folds of flesh, 
pinching them gently and rubbing them tenderly with his thick, hard digits. He rode the tips of
two fingers between the moist, warm cleft and she gasped with delight as he twirled and 
stabbed teasingly at her hot, dripping entrance to her steaming virgin cave.

Never before had her cunt and pussy lips felt this good. She had masturbated often in the 
last couple of years, but her own hand had never given her such pleasure as his was. It was as 
if were a part of her, loving and attending to her as only she knew how and she bucked her 
pussy up to the probing spears, aching to have them deep in her tortured passage.

"Inside, inside," she gasped, her voice thick and harsh with the lust she was experiencing. 
"Ohhh, God, Howard, put them inside me, please! Put them inside me, now!"

She was swaying and rocking against his hand and she cried out in overwhelming passion. 
Now, both of them were driving their fingers and hands hard against their aching organs. For 
the first time both of them were touching and loving each other's bodies and the fiery 
pleasure was almost too much for either of them to stand.

Up and down went Diana's caressing and gripping fingers. As if she had been doing this 
for years, she pulled and squeezed on his cock and balls, tugging and pushing them in a wild 
frenzy of passion. She loved the way the hot blood pounded through his shaft, swelling the 
thick, smooth rod with each stroke that she took. She could feel the aching come boiling in his
taut, warm sack as wave after wave of hungry anticipation washed over her, and she could feel
his aching desire growing in his fevered flesh.

He drove his finger in and out of her damp, clutching pussy with a controlled fury. He felt 
her greedy cunt muscles locking around his plunging prong, trying to hold it firmly in her 
quaking pit as he rode the taut, wet inner walls of her luscious cave. Her pussy seemed to be 
burning with an intense need and lust and he thrilled to each shudder that tore through her 
lovely loins and made her gasp and moan loudly under his calculated attack.

They were swaying from side to side, sobbing with pleasure as they continued to drive 
themselves at each other in violent need. He bent his head to her marvelous chest and 
slithered his tongue between her moist, warm breasts, kissing and licking her trembling flesh 
with his rough, greedy tongue. She shivered and sighed with pleasure as she felt the 
wonderful arrow rolling around the base of her nipple then licking it wickedly with sharp, 
stinging snaps.

Lovingly he locked his teeth around the trembling nugget and lathered it with his slashing 
spear, sucking hungrily on her moist, alabaster flesh. She groaned and shook with the tremor 
of desire and lovely sensation of his mouth on her aching boob.

She sighed loudly and lovingly and felt him forcing her down the side of the couch and 
onto her back. She smiled and ran her fingers through his hair as she felt his mouth rolling 
and kissing her tits, slowly nibbling at her aching flesh as he began to journey downward 
along her luscious, young body.

"Yes, yes, darling," she cooed softly, quivering with the warm, tingling expectation of his 
traveling lips and tongue. "Yes, do that, do that! Kiss me darling, lick me! Ohhh, God it feels so 
good! It feels better than anything I know! Go on, darling, oh, God, please go on!"

Slowly he worked his way down over her pulsating flesh. He kissed and licked her warm, 
hard stomach, slithering his tongue teasingly around the rim of her pert, precious navel, 
dancing the dart playfully against the sweet indentation, making her giggle and sigh with 
delight. She groaned and quivered uncontrollably as his mouth reached her ski pants and his 
hands gripped the waist band of them and her panties. She lifted her darling bottom up from 
the couch, allowing him to slide the clothing down over her moist, well-turned thighs. She 
drew her knees up and sighed happily as she felt the garments riding over her legs then 
slipping from her feet as he stripped the unwanted articles from her throbbing, aching flesh.

He stared at her damp, blonde mound, eyes wide with hunger and need as he viewed the 
glistening hillock, soaked with the thick juice of her passion. He moaned and rocked from side
to side, shivering involuntarily with the lust and desire that was now completely in control of 
him.

"You're lovely, just lovely," he groaned, reaching out and caressed her fluttering pussy lips. 
"I can't believe how beautiful you are! Ohhh, God, Diana, I want you so much! I need you so 
badly. Ohhh, God, God, God!"

He bent down once again and pressed his eager lips to her undulating belly. She gasped 
and shook spasmodically as his mouth began to move once more, kissing and licking its way 
toward her hot, throbbing pussy mound.

He slithered his tongue over her twitching clit and she screamed softly as he caressed the 
sweet, juicy stone. She thrust her cunt mound against his mouth and groaned loudly under his
kissing and sucking lips. He caught the tender, damp nugget between his teeth and gathered 
his lips around it, rolling the moist nub back and forth until she felt her pussy would burst 
from the boiling need that was bubbling in her fevered loins.

Hungrily his mouth continued its way over her quaking pit and she was seized with an 
undeniable lust that forced her to take hold of his hips and pull his body toward her mouth, 
sliding his pants and underwear down over his thighs as she dragged him toward her. She felt 
him shiver and push the clothing away from his groin and then his prick was resting against 
her cheek, the hot blood beating rapidly in the huge shaft, tapping against her skin in urgent 
need.

She was almost hypnotized by the power that throbbed in his shaft and she could not help
herself when she reached out and drew the cock to her lips. She kissed the hard, hot prick with
her succulent, moist petals of desire and he almost screamed at the wonderful sensation of 
her caressing mouth.

Lovingly she ran her lips up and down along the thick spear, kissing and nipping with her 
even, white teeth, lathering the hot, blood-filled shaft with her pink, pointed tongue. A thick, 
rushing fire swept over his loins as she continued to work on his cock and he ached with a 
pleasure that was beyond anything he had ever dreamed about.

Greedily he moved his bps over the damp, warmth of her trembling cunt petals. He 
lathered the narrow cleft between them, kissing and sucking the creamy liquid of her passion 
from the dripping folds of flesh. She groaned as he nibbled hungrily on her mound, sucking 
and drinking from her cave in eager delight.

She reached the base of his tool and gently slid her lips underneath to the hard, fat sack 
that contained his aching balls. She locked her teeth around his taut, hairy bag, sucking the 
thick pouch into her mouth and wrapping her lips tightly around his tortured meat. He 
groaned and gasped as she flicked her tongue back and forth, driving his nuts against her 
warm, moist cheeks.

"Ohhh, Jesus, Jesus, Diana," he moaned, quivering violently under her tender sucking. 
"Ohhh, God, suck them, baby, suck my aching balls! Suck them hard, Diana, hard!"

Now he was m the grips of a frenzied passion and he drove his tongue past her thick, 
moist entrance to the steaming, damp tunnel beyond. She sobbed quietly as she felt the 
wonderful arrow enter her. It was everything she had hoped for as he twisted and slashed his 
way to her maidenhead. He locked his teeth onto the edge of her flowing cave and sucked 
hard, driving his tongue in and out of her in a rhythmic pattern of pleasure.

She spat out his balls and drew her head back, groaning and gasping with the angry 
delight that was licking at her loins along with the driving tongue that so wonderfully was 
assaulting her virgin womb.

"Eat me, darling, eat me," she moaned, thrusting her cunt hard against his eager mouth, 
quivering and swaying under his powerful attack. "Eat my pussy, please! Ohhh, Howard, 
darling, Howard, eat me hard, eat me hard!' She dropped her mouth to his prick once more 
and lathered the thick, engorged head with her luscious tongue. He shuddered involuntarily 
and gasped as the intense flame of wanting ripped through his aching balls when she opened 
her mouth wide and sucked the thick, throbbing helmet between her teeth. She locked them 
hard around the rim of his knob and swirled her tongue around his piss slit, sucking on his 
meat with a frenzied passion.

He bucked violently and she drew more of the tortured pole into her darling mouth. She 
relaxed her throat muscles and allowed the huge prong to slither down the tight, narrow 
passage of her silken canal. Her moist, warm walls gripped his plunging shaft tightly and she 
bobbed her head, driving her teeth along his flesh until his cock was buried to the hilt in her 
velvet chamber and quaking violently under her determined sucking.

"Ahhhh, yeah, yeah, honey," he sighed, shivering with the delicious power of her willing 
throat. "Ohhh, suck it, Diana, suck my aching cock! Yeah, yeah, suck it hard, suck it hard!"

They began to pump their tools of desire over their quaking loins, kissing and sucking 
feverishly. She pumped her lovely, succulent lips up and down on his thick pole, blowing and 
caressing with her tongue as the massive shaft disappeared in the depths of her lovely tunnel.

His tongue rammed in and out of her pussy with a wild fury and he bore down on her 
cunt, drinking her creamy love juice happily, chewing on her swollen, aching cunt petals with 
his eager teeth.

Her body was consumed with lust now and she could think of nothing but the hard, fat 
cock that was riding in and out of her taut throat and his marvelous, loving tongue that was 
assaulting her boiling womb. She knew that the tremendous release that was building in her 
loins would soon be approaching its moment of explosion and she wanted desperately to 
have his prick deep inside of her when that happened.

She pulled her mouth from his cock and slithered her body back around on the couch 
until she was lying next to him, holding him tightly in her arms, quivering with the violent 
need she was feeling.

"I'm ready for you, darling," she groaned, rolling on her back and pulling him on top of 
her. "I'm ready for you, now! Give me your cock, Howard! Oh, God, make me a woman right 
now! Fuck me, darling! Fuck me now!"

He quaked uncontrollably as he rolled on top of her and the force and need of her words 
struck him with their urgent power. He felt his aching cock slithering over the tops of her 
damp, warm thighs and then slid down and lay against the throbbing heat of her awaiting 
womb.

Gently he adjusted his position, placing his hands above her shoulders, on either side of 
her slender, graceful neck. He stared down into her loving eyes and she opened and closed 
them, nodding slightly.

Tenderly he reached down and parted her wet, slippery cunt lips and placed the tip of his 
mighty shaft inside of her boiling cave. She groaned as he penetrated her steaming tunnel, 
feeling for the first time the violent, heady rush of a cock moving inside of her. She groaned 
loudly and rocked her darling buttocks back and forth on the couch, twisting and turning, her 
eager cunt muscles trying to pull more of the huge prong inside of her. Slowly he drove the 
marvelous tool deeper into her willing chamber. She sighed happily as she felt the large, thick 
shaft filling her taut, virgin pussy up, its pounding greed beating powerfully against her damp,
slippery inner walls. Her cunt was burning and stinging with the delicious sensation of his 
riding spear and she loved the feeling of it as it tapped gently against her thin, firm 
maidenhead.

He felt the resistance of the virgin barrier and he pulled his cock away from it a little bit. 
She moaned and rocked back and forth, driving the hard cock back into her again, gasping 
with a bit of pain as it bumped into the unyielding membrane.

"Don't stop, darling, don't stop now," she gasped, thrusting her pussy hard against the 
invading pole. "Oh, God, I don't care what happens next, but I want you in me, Howard! All the
way in me right now!"

Howard felt an aching, thundering force careening through his cock and balls as her 
urgent, greedy cunt lips wrapped around his shaft and her strong, gripping pussy muscles 
locked tightly over his buried shaft. He sucked in his breath and pulled his prick almost all the 
way out of her.

He paused for a moment then thrust forward violently, driving into the thin layer of flesh 
that kept him from the depths of her luscious cave. The taut hymen held for just a moment 
and she was gasping with the sharp, stinging pain that tore through her, then it broke under 
his determined assault and he slithered his prick all the way inside of her darling pit.

She screamed with a mixture of pain and pleasure and hugged him hard to her breast. Her
nipples were digging into his chest and her lips racing over his face as he ground his cock 
hard against the damp, clutching tunnel walls, feeling the overwhelming delight of her virgin 
cunt erupting under his assault.

"Fuck me hard, now Howard," she was cooing softly in his ear. "Oh, God, God, darling, fuck
me hard! Hard, hard, hard!"

As her cunt flexed and trembled around his prick he began to pump the massive member 
in and out of her damp, warm womb in a rhythmic manner. He pulled all the way back then 
twisted and turned as he slithered down inside of her again. She gasped and shivered with 
delight, locking her legs around his thighs, holding him firmly in place as he rode her boiling 
passage.

She caught his rhythmic stroking and began bucking back and forth along with him, 
feeling the marvelous thrill of his prick slithering in and out of her tortured womb, driving 
deep inside of her and throbbing powerfully against her hot, steaming interior.

Faster and faster he rode the luscious passage, each stroke sending both of them whirling 
in the grips of the thundering passion that they were feeling. His hot, plunging shaft slammed 
in and out of her cunt with a violent frenzy. She rocked and gripped him tightly, moaning her 
delight as the fever of her womb reached its boiling point.

The room filled with the cries of their passion and the air grew thick and dank with the 
heady aroma of their lust. He moaned and shivered, slamming his prick deep into her pussy, 
feeling her cunt muscles locking around the driving prong, urging him on with every loving 
grasp.

Her pussy felt as tightly drawn as a bow and she could sense that in just a few seconds her
loins were going to be bursting with a powerful passion and intense pleasure unlike anything 
she had ever experienced.

"I'm going to come, darling, I'm going to come," she moaned, thrusting her cunt against 
his loins, grinding her pussy hard against his pounding rod. "Ohhh, God, I'm going to come so
good! So damn good, darling, so damn good!"

He felt her shudder violently and heard her scream as a powerful explosion erupted in her 
loins and his prick was suddenly drenched with the thick juice of her orgasm and the creamy, 
hot come overflowed her quaking cave and ran down his legs. He pumped faster and faster as
the delicious spasms tore through her in a never-ending wave of powerful pleasure.

She ground her cunt hard against his cock and locked her pussy muscles tightly around 
the plunging shaft. She dug her nails into his back and bucked hard against his belly. She felt 
the tremors rolling through her and now her only desire was to have him feeling the same 
wonderful delight that she was feeling at this moment.

He moaned loudly as his cock seemed to grow harder and bigger. His nuts were throbbing
almost unbearably as he slammed into her again and again and he could tell that when he 
came it was going to be an exquisite agony of lust and relief.

He cried out in violent need as the steaming come burst from his balls and shot from the 
tip of his throbbing cock, searing her inner chamber with his thick, hot lust. He ground hard 
into her and buried his prick in the depths of her womb as the uncontrollable spasms ripped 
through him and he could do nothing but enjoy them.

"I'm coming in you, darling, I'm coming in you, now," he gasped, almost unable to speak 
the pleasure was so intense. "Ohhh, Jesus, it's good! It's good, it's good, it's good!"

They were locked together tightly now, the aching release tearing through them, his prick 
spurting faster and harder, the come mixing with hers in a sea of liquid passion. Again and 
again they drove themselves at each other until they were consumed by their lust and the last,
aching spasms of passion had passed through them, leaving them spent and drained of every 
bit of strength and desire.

"Thank you, darling, thank you, thank you," she whispered lovingly, kissing him , 
passionately on the mouth. "I'm so glad it was you, so very, very glad!"

He sighed with happiness and embraced her tightly, his prick still resting in her warm, wet 
tunnel. "Nothing can top that," he sighed. "Nothing could ever be better than that!"

"Ohhh, I don't know," she giggled wickedly, rolling her hips against his in an erotic 
manner. "We can give it a try, can't we?'"

CHAPTER TWO

That Miss Lamia Abaddon's course was one of the most popular on the campus was an 
understatement. People flocked to attend her lectures even if they weren't enrolled and it was 
only because they were there first that Diana and Howard even had the chance to sign up for 
it.

Lamia Abaddon was a tall, incredibly beautiful black woman whose voice could almost put 
people in a trance is was so soft and lyrical. When she spoke, people sat enraptured by her 
presence and sound.

Where she had come from no one really knew. She had been born and raised in the West 
Indies but that was just .about all that was known about her. Even the administration knew 
very little other than where she got her degree and the host of recommendations she brought
with her.

She had charmed them just as she did her students and by now, after just a short year and 
a half teaching at Blackthorn University, she was their most prized teacher. She lived by herself
in a big, old house a few streets up from Main, surrounded by trees and shrubs. She liked her 
privacy, she explained and wasn't known to have many callers.

No one knew where she went if she ever went out and although almost every male, single 
and married alike, that taught at the college had tried to get close to her, it was believed that 
no one had ever succeeded.

She was quite a mystery and because she taught Mythology that made her even more 
exciting. She would hold her class spellbound from the moment she walked in the door until 
the bell rang for dismissal. Some people even joked that what she did was practice mass 
hypnosis on the kids and it often seemed that way to a casual observer.

But no one could deny her power over an audience and it was mostly envy on the part of 
others that made them speak that way. Very rarely did such an exciting, powerful teacher 
come along and Blackthorn University was very glad to have her. Why she had picked there to
settle and teach no one could figure out, but no one cared, either. They were just glad that 
she did.

As Diana and Howard sat waiting impatiently for the first class to begin, the room buzzing 
with excited conversations and obvious anticipation, she thought again of her roommate Tina 
and how she had seemed to be enthralled by this mysterious, powerful woman.

Tina had almost begged her to enroll in the class, as if it were something that Diana must 
do for her and for herself. It had made her a little uneasy to be surrounded by such passion 
for something other than another person. Or maybe that was it, maybe it was exactly because 
of the passion Tina seemed to be directing toward how wonderful Miss Abaddon's class was 
that put her off.

But, nonetheless, she had been intrigued and excited by this possibility of a strange and 
new experience and so she had talked Howard into attending with her. Almost, she thought 
now with a grin, almost to protect her, it would seem.

She stared now at Tina, the other girl's eyes locked on the door to the class room, her 
whole body, it appeared, poised for Lamia Abaddon's entrance. As the door clicked open, the 
entire room fell silent.

Then the collective crowd sucked in their breath and watched in silent awe as the stunning,
mysterious woman swept through the open door with a measured grace and strode to the 
center of the room, loosely clutching a set of books to her magnificent chest.

She was wearing a dark, purple robe that seemed to hug her body in the most important 
places while at the same time flowing about it with a wispy casualness. She stood straight and 
tall, her cool, violet eyes sweeping the room, taking in every face and every movement of the 
students before her. She smiled thinly and nodded to one or two, but only in passing, not as if
they meant anything to her at all.

Diana watched almost in awe, her throat tight and dry, her lips so in need of moistness 
that she had to run her tongue over them a number of times before they began to feel 
normal. She found herself shaking rather uncontrollably and she checked herself, her mind 
racing with confusion at the strange effect just the presence of this woman was having on her.

"I suppose you all know why you are here," Lamia Abaddon said softly, a slight chuckle in 
her voice. "A few of you are here because you must have this class in your curriculum to 
graduate. Other's are here because the idea of Mythology captivates their attention and 
interest."

The woman paused, arching her neck and standing even straighter if that was possible. 
That knowing smile passed over her face once more and then she shook her head, tossing her
long, fine black hair about her shoulders in an almost girlish way.

"But most of you are here to see what this infamous creature named Lamia Abaddon is 
really like," she said finally, the amusement of the situation clear in her voice. "I don't mind 
that, but I won't let it get in my way," she continued.

"What we are doing here is learning about Myths, how they got started, what they mean. 
Who I am is not important Who I serve is. And I serve only the old masters. Only the Gods and
Goddesses of the past. I hope you understand my meaning."

Her voice was like liquid that floated through the air and caressed Diana's ears. She 
wondered if she were the only one that felt this strange, rather uncomfortable way. She 
glanced around the room and saw that most people's eyes were riveted to the front and 
center of the large class room.

Young men and women alike hung on every word the woman said. Even from as far back 
as the last ten seats in the class rows where she and Howard were sitting, she could see the 
glisten of Miss Abaddon's lips and the way her body seemed to undulate and sway as she 
spoke.

She is very erotic, Diana thought, before she realized that that was what she was thinking. 
She could turn anybody on, the way she carries herself. She seemed so alive, so in control. It 
was as if Diana was watching an image of herself as she would wish she could be.

She noticed that the other kids drew back and huddled a bit into themselves whenever the
woman's eyes swept over them. She didn't come on very strong, but it was easy to see that 
almost everyone was intimidated by her very look. It was all very strange and amusing and 
Diana couldn't help but be excited by what was going on.

Lamia Abaddon had not even begun the class and already Diana was looking forward to 
her every lecture. It was obvious to see that this wasn't going to be the normal, usually boring 
subject that she would have to struggle through, perhaps enjoying a bit of the lectures every 
now and then, but usually just dragging herself along to get the work done.

No, this was going to be different. This was going to be something far beyond any other 
class she had ever taken and she could feel her body tingling at the thought. At this moment, 
she realized, she felt the same kind of energy and excitement that she felt when Howard was 
close to her and the heady, powerful passions were stirring in her loins.

She shivered a bit and wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself tightly That she 
should feel this way and realize what was going on, frightened her a bit. She did not know 
quite how to handle that. She wondered vaguely if she should tell Howard, later and then 
surprised herself when she immediately decided that she would not.

She was going to hold this piece of information to herself. She wasn't going to tell anyone 
about this. It was too weird. She wondered, her mind troubled, why she would feel that way. 
She was still wondering, feeling almost sad inside, when Lamia Abaddon began her lecture.

Forty minutes later she was still wondering and feeling strange. It was quite an experience 
listening to Lamia, to say the least. She had begun the lecture with a short introduction to 
herself.

"I come from a far away place," she had began. "The little myths and superstitions you 
have here would not begin to touch what I have known."

Her voice had taken on a rhythmic quality that was both pleasing and compelling to listen 
to. Every head seemed to cock forward and the class was silent as a church whenever the 
stunning woman paused a moment to allow her remarks to sink in.

"From the moment I was born, I was surrounded by signs and strange ceremony. My birth 
was foretold a hundred years past and almost to the hour I arrived fulfilling the prediction of 
my great, great grandfather. He had been a master of the black arts and many had feared him.
For a time, he was the most powerful person on our island. Even more powerful than the 
agents of the government which ruled with an iron hand over our people."

She placed a hand on the lectern and swept her eyes over the room. She smiled for a 
moment and Diana thought she was smiling at Tina. She saw the young girl shiver and could 
swear she heard her sigh. She looked back at Lamia's eyes and they seemed to be boring into 
Tina with an intensity almost unbearable to watch.

Suddenly Lamia broke off her eye-contact with Tina and turned her head to the rest of the 
room once more. Tina seemed to slump in her chair, as if her source of energy and life had 
been violently cut off.

"My grandfather did many things," Lamia went on. "Many things to anger the government.
He frightened them with his power and it finally took a whole army to destroy him. No one 
dared attack him without many, many men to back him up. He was tortured and killed in full 
view of the peasants but he uttered not one cry of pain, nor did he once beg for mercy."

Lamia bent forward and her eyes became fiery as she stared intensely at the enraptured 
crowd. "Instead of crying out, instead of pleading for his life or at least an end to his misery, 
his lasts words were the prophesy of my birth!"

Her voice took on a sudden, almost silent hush. They strained to hear her as she looked 
slowly back and forth over the room, her eyes digging into each and every one of them with 
the incredible, frightening power they seemed to have.

"There will come a different time, a different moment," she hissed in an almost chanting 
tone. "What is will not be, what will be, is not what is. I tell you brothers and sisters and all my 
children to come, I tell you this, so that you may prepare and understand and be afraid! There 
will come another, one to take my place! I am not dying, I am waiting, waiting to return!"

Diana felt her insides turning to jelly and her body felt as cold as if she were in the middle 
of the swirling snow storm that was beginning to rage outside beyond the window. She could 
not tear her eyes away from the dark, compelling face that seemed to be focused on her and 
only her.

"She will be my strength, my power, my everlasting life," Lamia moaned, the rhythmic, 
enticing chant going on. She seemed to be seized by something beyond her control, as if it 
were no longer her standing there.

"She will have all of me in her, but she will be more powerful, stronger than even I! Look 
for her, prepare for her! Her birth shall be heralded by death and the crowing of cocks in the 
middle of the day! Our island with stop, the air will cease to move and the sun shall darken at 
her hour! Prepare for her! Prepare for her! Prepare!"

Her voice had risen with a steady, demanding force and the last words were almost cried 
out in a wail that tore apart the room with its violent need and steaming passion. Everyone 
was caught in the grip of the words, rooted to their chairs, frozen in one spot. Pencils were still
halfway in the air, people were leaning in absurd positions. Diana was bent forward, her body 
aching from the awkward manner in which she was seated. But she could not relax. As the 
echoes of Lamia's words reverberated about the room, slashing the walls with their violent, 
powerful demand, searing the ears of the collected students, making each of them feel as if 
they were truly standing in the midst of Lamia's long dead ancestor.

The kids felt a cold, swirling chill race up and down their spines and they gulped nervously,
trying to swallow some of the fear that was raging in their stomachs, climbing steadily and 
powerfully up into their throats.

Lamia smiled, a thin, commanding grin that told them she knew who was in power here, 
who was in control. She sighed happily and ran her fingers through her fine, black hair, 
arching her back and making her alluring body tremble erotically in front of their eyes.

"I am that child," she whispered softly. "I am that descendent he spoke of. My island was 
tom by the sickness there that took one out of every three! The cocks crowed in mid-day at 
my moment of birth and a sudden dark cloud wiped out the sun! I have been haunted by that 
fulfilling of prophecy since that day," she hissed.

She groaned as if just talking about it sapped her of strength and energy. She was 
sweating with the agony of her remarks and her forehead shimmered brightly under the lights
that glared over the room from above.

"I have always felt his spirit in me and have always t tried to perform as he might have 
wished me to. That is why I teach this course," she explained feverishly. "That is why I have 
studied these myths and ceremonies for so long. To understand! To understand all that which 
haunts us and tells us that we came from some place strange and mysterious!" She paced 
back and forth across the front of the room, and her arms seemed to move with the rhythm 
and impact of her words. She stepped and moved her whole body as a counterpoint to 
everything she said, Diana felt her belly tumbling and churning with a powerful emotion she 
could not name nor understand. Never in her life had she felt so on fire and electrified. She 
stared in a fixed trance at the beautiful, frightening woman in front of her.

"Now you can see my obsession, my need to understand," Lamia whispered hotly. She 
turned her back to the class and stared at the ceiling above her. "Why I must know everything!
Everything about the past! I must know the rulers, their names and their desires!"

She turned suddenly, spinning expertly on her heels, her darting eyes fixing the whole 
room in a searing glance. "I have been chosen! And I must know! I must know!"

A dark, thick pause filled the room and everyone sat in stunned silence. The wind began to
howl outside the window and the clouds suddenly grew together, casting an almost black 
darkness over the land. People shivered in their seats and coughed uncomfortably, sighing 
with the uneasy sense of powerlessness that pervaded the atmosphere of the room.

Lamia smiled and brushed her damp hair away from her eyes. "So now you see how 
important this class really is," she laughed softly. She sat down on the edge of the desk and 
slowly ran her eyes over the whole room. "This won't be an easy class for any of you. There is 
much to learn and I'm afraid it affects some people rather badly! Be prepared for things a little
out of the ordinary, things that will be stranger than anything you have ever known! It will be 
interesting, I assure you!"

She gave out their assignments and in just a few more moments the bell rang, signaling 
the end of the class. "Miss Morrow, please stay," Lamia said softly. "I have a few things I would 
like to discuss with you."

The other students filed slowly out of the room, Diana and Howard trailing behind them. 
When they reached Lamia's desk, Tina was standing almost in a trance beside it. She hardly 
noticed Diana at all and did not respond when the girl told her she would meet her later.

As she walked away, Diana turned to get a last glimpse of her roommate and she found 
herself shuddering to see the girl standing so motionless beside Lamia Abaddon, her eyes 
locked onto the woman's face, almost not breathing in speechless awe.

Almost as if a willing slave, Diana thought nervously as she and Howard made their way 
outside the room and walked down the hall toward the exit. As if it were something more 
about the whole scene than just a vibrant teacher and eager pupil.

"What did you think," she asked Howard once they were outside, huddling in their coats 
against the wind. "She's something, isn't she?"

Howard laughed and shivered against the cold. "She's effective, I'll say that for her," he 
chuckled. "I never saw such a good actress in my life. It's no wonder her class is so popular!"

"Do you think that's all there is to it," Diana said, thinking again of Tina and the way she 
seemed under some kind of spell. "Do you think that it just comes down to a good 
performance?"

"Well, she knows her stuff, I'll give her that," grumbled Howard, putting his arm around 
her. "And she can turn on a bunch of people. But I don't know if I like the whole way that it's 
done. Getting people all worked up like that can be dangerous. I wouldn't want to get too 
close to her, that's for sure. She'd probably be something intense to deal with!"

Her mind tumbling with a dozen different thoughts, Diana pressed herself close to 
Howard's body. She felt the same way in a sense, about Lamia Abaddon. There was something
deep and powerful about her and it frightened her to think of having personal contact with 
the woman. But what was even more chilling and worrisome, was the fact that, unlike Howard,
she did not want to avoid the teacher. No, the truth was, she wanted, almost as if it were a 
kind of lust or passion, to know her better and completely. And that scared the hell out of her.

The storm grew worse, and as Tina stood in the center of the small, fire-lit room she 
shivered in the glow of the flames raging in the huge fireplace, feeling the chill of fear and 
desire race up and down along her spine.

Her mind was far away and she plucked nervously at the buttons to her blouse. The sound 
of chanting grew louder and louder in her ears and she could feel the presence of others 
though she was alone in the room.

"Turn to me," commanded a quiet voice, almost too low to be heard, but full of power and
force. "Turn and face your mistress!" Quickly she spun on her heels and saw, at the far end of 
the room, Lamia Abaddon dressed in a blood-red robe, standing at the foot of the altar 
erected there. She could see the huge figure of a goat with a man's head, standing poised 
over the altar, its eyes blazing with the glow of the flames behind its head.

"Come forward, slave, come forward to me," hissed Lamia, her long, slender fingers 
beckoning to Tina "Now is your moment! The moment when you become what you are to be! 
Come forward now and accept!"

Slowly Tina moved toward the motionless woman, her eyes fixed on the outstretched hand
and arm. The fingers moved slightly, opening and closing, the dark red nails disappearing into
the black palm then reappearing again. Her body was tense, almost drawn to a fever pitch and
she could hardly walk she felt so strange.

The chanting echoed in her mind and her heart seemed to beat in time with the 
overpowering music she was hearing. Her flesh tingled with anticipation and she had no 
thought or memory of anything other than this place and this moment. When she reached the
spot where Lamia was standing, a few steps above her, she sank to her knees and bowed her 
head.

"Accept me, Mistress," she whispered urgently. "Accept me into your heart and soul! Make 
me yours completely! Make me what I am to be!"

Lamia reached down and placed the palm of her black, smooth hand on the young girl's 
head. Tina shivered uncontrollably and a fire seemed to burn through her scalp and sear like a
thousand needles into her brain. She sobbed as the aching, knifing sensation took control of 
her.

"Stand, stand, stand," repeated the woman. She was swaying slightly as her voice took on 
its sing-song manner. "Stand and look at me! Look at your Mistress, now! You have much to 
do to prepare for me! Much to do! Stand, slave, stand!"

On almost numbed limbs the girl drew herself to her feet. She could not stand the searing 
glance of the beautiful woman in front of her and dropped her eyes to the floor beneath her 
feet.

"What is your wish, Mistress," she sighed in fear and apprehension. "Tell me what you 
desire of me, I beg you!"

"Look in my eyes, slave," Lamia barked softly, reaching out and lifting Tina's face up to 
stare at her own. "Look deeply into my eyes and I will tell you all you should know and do!"

Her eyes bored into Tina's like fiery coals, demanding the girl's complete attention. It 
almost hurt the way the woman looked at her and Tina could not look away, so transfixed was
she by Lamia's burning glare.

"First you must remove these garments, they offend our host," Lamia chuckled softly, 
waving her arm at the figure of the goat-man behind them. "But do so very slowly. Each layer 
of clothing must be removed with a passion and concern for what is to follow. Slowly now, 
begin to strip! Strip, slave, strip!"

The chanting took on a deep, thick emotion to it, a sound and clinging urge that made 
Tina's loins quiver and grow warm. She swayed to the beat of the sound and licked her young,
pink lips, making them glisten under the glow of the fire and candles that illuminated the 
room.

She found herself smiling wickedly as she ran her fingers over her blouse, dancing the tips 
of her digits lovingly across the swelling mounds of her full, ample tits. She shuddered with 
the contact of her hands caressing her own breasts. The luscious globes seemed to ache wildly
and she gasped as a creamy delight washed through her body.

She seemed almost floating on air and she slowly slithered her fingers down over her hard,
flat stomach, feeling the intense and pleasing sensation of her belly rippling excitedly beneath
her clothes and traveling fingers.

Gently she caressed the warm, throbbing place above the hem of her tight skirt. Her pussy 
mound was aching with need and pounding under her touch as she slithered her fingers 
around over the pounding hillock. She felt the heat of the room and the burden of her dress 
overwhelming her and she moaned softly, yearning to be rid of the unwanted garments.

She ran her fingers back up along her blouse, fumbling wildly with the buttons as she went
along: Quickly she popped them free, a small, quiet groan of delight and pleasure escaping 
her lips as each one came undone.

"Slowly, slowly, slave," hissed Lamia. She shook her head determinedly. "I can see your 
hurry already and that will not do! Take your time, slave, make every movement count!"

Gulping feverishly, Tina tried to control herself. She freed the last button to the blouse and
pulled the folds of the garment from the waist band of her skirt. She shrugged her shoulders 
and the blouse slipped down over her slender arms and hands and fell to the floor below.

Lamia was sighing, with pleasure as the girl's bra-cupped breasts were revealed to her 
eyes. She watched intently as they rose and fell with the girl's labored breathing, straining 
against the confinement of her halter, obviously aching to be free and exposed to the light 
and incense-filled air of the room.

Lovingly Tina dropped her hands to her skirt and fumbled with the zipper that held it 
together. Slowly she ran it down and around her left thigh, the slight hissing sound almost 
overcoming the loud, urgent noise of the continuing chanting. The skirt fell away from the 
girl's smooth thighs and sheer, tight panties and she held it for a moment between her fingers
then let it join the blouse on the floor.

"Excellent, excellent," gasped Lamia, her body shuddering involuntarily as more of the 
young girl's luscious body was revealed to her. "That is what I want to see! That is how I want 
you to act! Now, touch and caress yourself before going on! I want to see your hands riding 
over your flesh a bit before you reveal the rest of your secrets to me!"

Tina moaned softly, the intense, violent fire burning hotter and hotter in her loins as she 
watched the beautiful, compelling woman running her eyes up and down over her full, ripe 
flesh.

She danced her fingers upward, cupping them beneath her breasts. She curled her fingers 
around the magnificent globes and squeezed them lovingly. An aching, stabbing delight tore 
through her spheres and she sighed with contentment, as if it were someone else's hands 
gripping and kneading her luscious boobs and not her own.

She could feel her nipples growing hard under her riding palms, digging into her flesh 
through the sheer material of the halter. She sliced the smooth flesh of her palms back and 
forth over the charming buds and soon they poked urgently through the bra, as stiff and hard 
as two large stones.

Hungrily she ran her digits down over the warm, rippling flesh of her stomach. Her 
fingertips seemed to be on fire as she pressed against her hard, flat plain, rolling and dancing 
the seeking prongs ever downward toward her pulsating pussy.

She felt her belly fluttering spasmodically as she caressed it and when she slithered her 
fingers over the hard, hot mound of her pussy she almost screamed with the intense, driving 
pleasure she received.

"My body, my body is on fire," she murmured quietly, rocking back and forth on her heels. 
"Ohhh, Mistress, Mistress, my body is on fire for you! On fire, on fire!"

She rubbed her fingers gently between her damp, warm thighs, feeling the creamy love 
juice that soaked her sheer underwear covering her fingers with a thin film of her liquid 
pleasure. She groaned loudly as the spasms of delight raced through her loins when she felt 
her greedy prongs riding along her throbbing cunt petals.

She shook violently and felt the tingle of passion engulfing her. She rode the seeking 
spears along the cleft between her fluttering pussy lips and felt the intense heat rising up from
her fevered cave. She spread her legs apart and slid her fingers over the tops of her thighs and
back to the spongy swell of her delicious bottom. She curled her fingers around the darling 
half moons and gave them a soft, gentle squeeze. A ripple of warm delight rolled through her 
buttocks and licked pleasingly at the inner walls of her pussy. She kneaded and massaged the 
lovely buns, pulling them apart and squeezing them tenderly until her ass felt warm and damp
with the growing pleasure of her attentive hands.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, very good, very good," cooed Lamia, smiling a thin, cruel smile. "You are 
doing well, slave, very well, indeed! Now it is time for another useless piece of clothing to be 
removed. The bra, you useless whore, the bra, right now!"

Eagerly Tina slithered her hands up to the back of her shoulders. She played with the 
single strap that held her bra together until she found the hook that secured it. She twisted 
her insistent digits and the snap came free. Her large, full breasts pushed urgently against the 
cups of the bra, forcing it away from her body. Tina dropped her arms and the halter fell 
quietly to the floor, exposing her luscious, jutting mounds to Lamia's eager eyes.

The beautiful spheres jiggled enticingly under her gaze as the breathless girl sobbed 
loudly with the agony of trying to breathe. The pert globes stood proudly on her chest, the 
rosy, erect nipples pointing high in the air. Every time she moved the sweet boobs rocked and 
swayed on her ribcage and Lamia was growing more and more excited as each fiery moment 
passed.

Gently Tina brought her hands around to the front of her body and cupped her luscious 
boobs in her hands. She squeezed them roughly in her grasp, rolling the nipples back and 
forth between her thumbs and forefingers. A sigh of aching need came from her as she felt 
the driving passion erupting in her loins while she caressed herself.

"Ohhh, Mistress, Mistress," she moaned softly. "I feel so strange and different! So good 
and wonderful, yet wicked, so wicked!" Lovingly she rolled her digits over the pulsating mass 
of her tits, kneading and playing with the twin spheres of pleasure as she continued to 
attended to her aching flesh. She slithered the fingers down over her flat, warm stomach and 
danced them around the rim of her panties.

"Go on, whore, go on," groaned Lamia, her own hands now roaming over her robe, 
playing and caressing her flesh through the folds of the gown. "Remove them, now! Remove 
the last trace of yourself right now!"

Eagerly Tina hooked her thumbs in the band of her panties and slowly ran her palms over 
her buttocks and thighs, drawing the sheer, tight under garment down over her limbs. She 
dipped her legs and slid the panties over her smooth, white knees then pushed them the rest 
of the way to the floor.

She stood up again, daintily stepping out of the pool of clothing at her feet. She spread 
her legs apart and moaned softly, her eyes half closed as she ran the tips of her fingers back 
up over her warm, trembling thighs.

She felt her nails scraping the sides of her quivering pussy lips and she moaned in delight 
as she felt the powerful tremors of wanting boiling in her fevered womb. She ran her digits 
back and forth over the slippery dampness of her cunt petals, feeling them shiver and quake 
with the contact of her soft, caressing hand. Gently she swirled the tips of her fingers over her 
warm, twitching clit and pinched the darling nugget between her thumb and forefinger. She 
gasped with pleasure as she rolled the lovely button back and forth between her fingers, 
spasms of aching need tearing through her loins with a growing lust and desire.

"Ahhh, that's good, that's good," hissed Lamia in a thick, harsh voice. Her eyes were locked
on the young girl's hands playing with her shimmering cunt. "I am beginning to feel the pain 
of this pleasure! I am beginning to approach the sacred moment! Go on, slave, go on! Show 
me more, show me more!"

Tina groaned loudly and slithered two of her fingers down along the cleft between her 
wet, swollen cunt lips. She moaned and shivered as the seeking prongs rode up and down 
between the throbbing petals and she braced herself for the moment that the insistent prongs
would enter her.

Gently she pressed the seeking digits against her fluttering, damp entrance. A spasm of 
intense delight tore through her when she twirled the spears around and slithered them 
beyond her fevered cave opening. She drove the shafts deep inside of her quaking pit, turning
them round and round, scraping at her inner walls until the boiling fire of her wanting had 
reached an almost unbearable fevered pitch.

She slipped her other hand around to her quivering, spongy buttocks and caressed them 
lovingly with her delicate fingers. As she rocked and swayed on her feet as kneaded the soft, 
pliant cheeks and rhythmically pumped her fingers in and out of her damp, hot tunnel, 
groaning and sighing with every measured stroke.

Lamia watched intently, her insides churning with the building, aching desire that was 
rippling wildly through her. She smiled her cool, almost detached smile and took a step 
forward, standing now, just inches away from the swaying, almost hypnotized young girl.

"Now it begins, now it begins," she whispered passionately. She reached out one long, 
slender black hand and caressed Tina's cheeks. The girl shuddered involuntarily and moaned 
softly in happiness. "Yes, yes, my slave! You feel wonderful don't you? You feel as if you were 
about to be lifted from the earth! You are right, little one, you are completely right!"

Lovingly she curled her fingers around Tina's chin and drew her mouth toward her own.

Tina moaned softly and shook uncontrollably as she felt Lamia's full, succulent petals 
caressing hers. Slowly their mouths moved back and forth against each other. A harsh, thick 
heat developed between them as Lamia drew the girl into her embrace. She danced the tip of 
her tongue across Tina's even, white teeth, pressing firmly, determined to part them and seek 
entrance to the moist interior of Tina's precious mouth.

Tina shivered with lust as she felt Lamia's strong arms going around her shoulders. She 
groaned loudly and pressed her body tightly against the flowing robe. She felt the insistent 
pressure of Lamia's tongue against her teeth and she willingly parted them, allowing the 
urgent spear to slither over the teeth and stab hungrily at her own, pink dart.

The two arrows of passion entwined and rode around each other as the women crushed 
their mouths hungrily together, kissing and darting with their tongues in a caress of angry 
greed. Tina gasped with delight under the driving force of Lamia's kiss and her body tingled 
with anticipation as she felt the woman's warm, soft fingers riding slowly down over her 
trembling back, gripping and kneading her pulsating spine as she went along.

"Kiss me, slave, while I explore your burning flesh," the woman cooed softly against Tina's 
mouth, the delicious sensation of her fluttering lips building even more intense flames of 
wanting in her loins. "Kiss me deeply, whore! Kiss me as you have never kissed another!"

As Tina urgently mashed her mouth back and forth across Lamia's full, luscious lips, her 
pink, pointed tongue stabbing hungrily at Lamia's own, she felt a shudder of expectation 
rippling through her pert, quivering buttocks. Tenderly Lamia slid the palm of her hand over 
Tina's pert, rounded bottom. She could feel the pleasing, tingling delight tearing through the 
young girl's flesh and she teasingly scraped her nails over the spongy cheeks as she rolled her 
palm over and under them.

Tina groaned and quivered uncontrollably as she felt Lamia's wonderful hand cupping her 
darling ass. The woman gripped one soft, warm half moon in her fingers and squeezed 
roughly sending the sparks of pleasing pain shimmering through Tina's flesh. The girl gasped 
with delight and bucked her pliant cheeks against Lamia's greedy hand, sighing with 
satisfaction as the woman continued to massage her aching buns.

Slowly Lamia rode the flat of her hand up and down along the tight, narrow cleft between 
the spongy moons. She could feel the warmth and dampness of Tina's quivering bottom and 
it pleased her to know how much she was creating an undeniable need in the young girl. She 
could feel the tiny, dark dot of Tina's asshole quivering against the pressure of her hand and 
she swiftly turned her fingers around and began massaging the unyielding dot, rolling and 
twirling her fingers around the taut entrance to Tina's anal tunnel.

"Ohhh, God that's good, that so good, Mistress," the young girl sighed, rocking on 
unsteady feet, her head swaying from left to right in a lazy manner. "My body feels so good, 
Mistress! Ohhh, please don't stop, don't ever stop, please!"

Lamia laughed deeply, slithering her finger round and round the rim of the girl's 
palpitating asshole. She jammed the tip of the prong beyond the taut, hot entrance and Tina 
screamed with the intense mixture of pain and pleasure the penetration gave her. She tried to 
remain still as Lamia gently twirled the invading prong back and forth, driving it deeper and 
deeper into her hot, aching bum.

She gasped with the throbbing delight that raced through her asshole as Lamia pushed 
her finger completely inside the tight, hot pit, burying it to the hilt against her soft, spongy 
buttocks.

Greedily the young girl bucked her bottom against the hand, trying hard to make the 
woman roll and pump the prong inside of her. Tenderly Lamia began to ride the hot, damp 
tunnel with her sunken digit. She could feel the thick, warm juice of Tina's passion begin to 
flow and in moments her finger was driving back and forth with an ease that Tina would not 
have thought possible.

The young girl swayed from left to right and bucked her ass hard against the driving 
prong. She ran her own hands up to the jutting mounds of Lamia's breasts and curled her 
fingers around the woman's magnificent tits, squeezing them urgently through the full, thick 
robe.

The huge globes felt rock hard in her grasp and she wanted desperately to hear the 
woman moaning and crying out as passionately as she knew she was. Lamia shuddered lightly
under the kneading, massaging movement of the girl's fingers and she ran her free hand 
down over Tina's chest, pinching the tender, pink nubs of her nipples with her fingers and 
rubbing the smooth, warm alabaster background with her palm.

There was a fire raging in both of them now and they felt it more than the heat of the 
burning wood or the smoky warmth of the candles. Lamia's dancing fingers slid down over 
Tina's bare, flat belly and curled in the thick, damp strands of the young girl's dripping pussy 
hair. She tugged teasingly on the matted hair, enjoying the involuntary quiver and shake that 
the girl was experiencing.

"Ahhh, you are boiling with need, aren't you, slave," the woman laughed in a deep, husky 
voice. "I can feel your passion! It's burning my fingers! Ahhh, won't you be thrilled by me, 
won't you, slave, won't you?" Tina nodded, her head bobbing up and down as if it had a will of
its own and was not really consulting her at all. Her fingers gripped and played with Lamia's 
breasts, feeling the pounding, throbbing heartbeat beneath the folds of her robe, pounding 
steadily through her flesh and clothing.

Hungrily Lamia's free hand slithered through the thick cunt hair of Tina's pussy and rolled 
along the cleft between her wet, slippery pussy lips. The thick, swollen petals parted willingly 
under her attack and the girl groaned loudly as Lamia ran the loving spears up add down over
her quaking tunnel entrance.

"Ohhh, God, Mistress, God, God, it's so good," Tina cried softly, grinding her pussy against 
the working hand then bucking her bottom against the continual thrusts of Lamia's driving 
finger, still attacking her aching, taut bum hole. "I can't stand it, Mistress, I can't stand how 
good it is!"

"My robe, slave, free my robe," the woman hissed through her teeth. "I want to feel your 
hands on my body right now! I need to feel them against my flesh this minute! Open my robe,
whore, open it now!"

Fumbling with eagerness, Tina dropped her hands to the sash that held Lamia's dark red 
gown tightly shut. She pulled and tugged until the cord parted and the robe fell apart, 
revealing the stunning, lovely woman's dark, luscious flesh to Tina's eyes and eager hands.

She ran her fingers up and over the woman's broad, flat stomach. She could feel the flesh 
tingling under her caress, Lamia's belly rippling wildly with excitement. Gently Tina slid the tips
of her fingers up and down, slicing the bottom of Lamia's magnificent tits with her strong, 
sharp nails. The woman moaned and gasped, swaying on her feet and mashing her tits against
Tina's eager hands. She shuddered violently as she felt the girl caressing her luscious, dark 
globes. Tina rubbed her thick, hard nipples with the tips of her thumbs and Lamia groaned 
loudly, her own hands growing more fevered with their caressing of the girl's aching body.

She slithered her fingers beyond the damp, twitching entrance to Tina's moist cave, 
twirling and turning them round and round until she had buried them in the young woman's 
fevered womb and was flicking them against her taut, warm inner walls. Tina shivered in 
delicious pleasure as she felt the caress of Lamia's loving prongs. A wave of undulating 
pleasure rippled through her loins and she sighed deeply as the woman began to pump the 
prongs in and out of her steaming tunnel, joining the rhythmic sliding of her other finger still 
assaulting Tina's aching bum.

The two driving spears slithered along together, pressing against each other through the 
thin membrane that separated Tina's throbbing cunt from her quivering bum. She gasped and
cried out with each stroke the woman took and her own, busy fingers slithered down to 
Lamia's wet, warm cunt mound while her mouth ran over the dark, elegant flesh of her throat, 
seeking the moist, firmness of the woman's hard, jutting tits.

Lamia thrust her chest against the greedy, gripping hands and ground her pussy hard on 
the searching fingers that were caressing her so lovingly. She sighed in pleasure as she felt the
delicious girl swirling the tips of her digits around the throbbing, damp petals of her passion. 
Her cunt lips quivered and shook under the determined strokes that Tina was giving them and
Lamia felt as if her body was on fire with greed.

Gently the young girl spread the damp, thick petals apart and slithered her fingers beyond
the warm, pulsating entrance. Lamia gasped with the intense sensation of the young woman's 
seeking prongs driving inside of her fevered womb and she rammed her own fingers deep 
into the throbbing tunnel of Tina's cunt. She forced her other finger to the depths of Tina's 
hot, gripping bottom and held the girl firmly in place.

"Now, now we have come to the moment," she chanted softly, rocking her fingers back 
and forth in the twin canals of Tina's pleasure. "Now we have arrived! Make love to me, slave! 
Make love to your Mistress now!"

She felt Tina begin to pump her fingers in and out of her throbbing pit and she moaned 
quietly with every stroke the girl took. Her pussy clutched passionately at Tina's riding spears 
and she mashed her cunt hard against the heel of the young girl's hand as it rode up and 
down over her throbbing pussy mound.

They weaved back and forth at the foot of the altar, their groans and quiet cries of passion
filling the air with the echoes of their greedy lust. Faster and faster they ran their fingers along 
each other's boiling walls and the aching fury of their desire grew more and more intense until
it became almost unbearable.

Slowly Lamia drew Tina down to the cold, hard floor. The girl shuddered involuntarily as 
she felt the beautiful woman insistently lay her down on her back. The coolness of the stone 
seemed to caress her fiery flesh in a sensual, loving way and she shivered with greed and 
anticipation as she felt Lamia looming over her.

"Now you will do exactly as I do," whispered the older woman passionately. "You will feel 
the need and wanting to experience everything that I am experiencing! Do as I do and you will
be accepted! Do as I do, now!"

Hungrily Lamia ran her mouth down over Tina's trembling lips. She kissed the girl's mouth 
greedily, dancing and slithering her tongue around Tina's own, quivering dart. She ground her
mouth over the girl's and chuckled quietly in pleasure as she felt Tina's arms go round her 
neck for an impassioned embrace.

She pulled her head free and ran her mouth down over Tina's full, round breasts. She slid 
the marvelous prong along the damp, warm cleft between the luscious mounds, nipping 
teasingly with her fine, even teeth at the spongy flesh of the girl's magnificent globes.

She rolled the spear up and around one pert, pink nipple and lathered the charming bud 
with her insistent spear. She caught the trembling nugget between her teeth and sucked hard 
on the stone, making the girl thrash violently beneath her as she continued to kiss and suck 
the trapped nub.

Tina's hands were dancing lightly over Lamia's back, tracing a path in her warm, rippling 
flesh with her nails as she went along. She was groaning and sighing contentedly as she felt 
Lamia move her mouth from her breasts down to her flat, warm stomach.

She almost giggled with delight when she felt the slithering slash of Lamia's tongue riding 
around the rim of her navel, tickling the sweet indentation with the roaming arrow. She found 
herself bucking her pussy upward, trying to draw the luscious, caressing lips and tongue to it.

Lamia laughed, pleased at the girl's violent, uncontrollable action and she quickly ran her 
lips lightly over the young woman's belly, kissing and stabbing with her tongue as she went 
along, curling the damp, thick strand's of Tina's cunt hair in her teeth. She tugged on the wet 
wisps and slithered her tongue out to meet Tina's twitching clit. The girl gasped wildly as she 
felt the marvelous tool rolling over her damp, aching pebble. She thrust her pussy tightly 
against the licking mouth and moaned in delight as Lamia caught her throbbing love button 
between her teeth and slashed it with her rough, driving spear.

Tina almost screamed in pleasure as she felt the woman's mouth covering her trembling 
button and she sucked hard on the stone.

Violent, spinning waves of pleasure raced through Tina's loins with a power and greed that
she had never known until that moment. She grasped Lamia's hips in her hands and pulled 
the woman's body toward her.

"Let me do this to you, Mistress," she moaned softly, a constant, breaking quiver of greed 
in her voice. "Let me do all of this, all of it, please!"

Lamia laughed harshly and slithered her legs around and over the darling young girl's 
head. Her pussy had the scent of perfumed flowers and it was damp with the thick juice of the
woman's passion. When she settled her legs on either side of Tina's moist, warm cheeks, the 
young woman could feel the fevered heat from her loins and her heart quickened a beat as 
she drew the dripping womb toward her.

Lamia ran her mouth down along Tina's quaking cunt petals. She kissed them lovingly and 
ran her tongue up and down along the cleft between them. The girl sobbed in pleasure as the 
wonderful woman slithered her seeking arrow over her swollen lips, stabbing between them in
a wicked fashion.

"Now you are about to experience something you will never feel again," growled the dark, 
shuddering woman. "You are about to feel the bliss of my mouth on your womb! Remember 
it, slave! It will be the best thing that ever happened to you!"

She bent her mouth down once more and ran her tongue between the thick, wet petals 
that guarded the luscious entrance to Tina's steaming cave. The young woman screamed in 
uncontrollable pleasure as she felt the searching spear slithering past her damp opening, 
driving deep into her warm tunnel.

She bucked violently, her pussy smashing up into Lamia's willing face. She groaned as the 
woman drove her darting arrow deeper and deeper into her churning pit, rolling and slashing 
with the rough spear as she went to, the depths of Tina's aching chamber.

"Ohhh, my God, my God," Tina cried softly, grinding her hips against the driving spear. 
"Yess, yess, Mistress! Ohhh, it's too good! Too damn good for me to stand!" She wrapped her 
fingers around Lamia's full, rounded buttocks and drew the damp, quivering cunt to her 
mouth. She felt Lamia shudder and heard her groan as she hungrily kissed the sweet tasting 
pussy lips that were pressed against her mouth. Greedily she ran her tongue between them, 
drinking the creamy juice of Lamia's passion willingly, swallowing the drops with a greedy 
delight.

She drove her tongue deep into the woman's eager pit and gripped her luscious ass 
tightly in her hands. Lamia gasped and thrust her pussy down against the girl's face, grinding 
her cunt hard against the sucking, licking mouth that was so pleasingly attending to her.

"Yes, yes, eat it, eat it, good, slave," she groaned loudly, rocking her thighs against the 
girl's sweetly trapped head. "Ohhh, now you are reaching the moment we seek! Now you are 
doing exactly what you should! Eat my cunt, whore, eat my pussy, good, you worthless slave! 
Eat it, eat it now!"

She bent her mouth back to Tina's quaking, fiery pit and slammed her tongue deep inside 
of the girl's womb once again. Tina cried out loudly and bucked her cunt violently against the 
woman's working mouth. Lamia rammed her tongue to the depths of Tina's boiling pit and 
lathered her taut, damp inner walls with the rough spear. She locked her teeth around Tina's 
thick, swollen cunt petals and sucked hungrily on them as she rolled them between her teeth.

Tina screamed softly as the waves of pain and intense pleasure washed over her. She 
powered her pink, pointed missile of pleasure back and forth along Lamia's steaming tunnel, 
sucking hard on the thick lips of her cunt as she pumped the prong in and out of the woman's
aching pit.

Her body was tortured with wanting now and she knew that it would not be long before 
she experienced an overwhelming orgasm that not even she would be able to control. Faster 
and faster she pumped her tongue in and out of Lamia's shimmering cave. She sucked and 
chewed on the woman's pussy lips with an increasing frenzy as the churning desire became 
hotter and more pleasant in her own, swirling pit.

Lamia could tell how close she was to orgasm and she rammed her own tongue in and out
of Tina's cunt with a measured and determined fury. She could feel the girl's pussy growing 
tighter and tighter as she approached orgasm. Faster and faster she lashed at the damp, taut 
tunnel, enjoying the spasms of lust that raced through the girl's loins and the powerful, 
driving fury that was about to consume her.

"Ohh, ohhh, ohhh, God, Mistress, oh, God," moaned the young girl, driving her tongue to 
the depths of Lamia's cunt, sucking hard on her pussy, her words muffled by the woman's 
crushing womb. "I'm going to come! Ohhh, God, I'm going to come so good! Oh, here I come,
here I come, here I come!"

She screamed loudly and her body stiffened like a board as the overpowering orgasm tore
through her loins, the hot come flooding her narrow chamber with its boiling fury. She 
shuddered uncontrollably as the spasms of delight ripped her inner walls and Lamia drank 
frantically and lovingly from her bursting womb. Wave after wave of intense release swept 
through Tina's tortured cave and she bucked and thrashed as the wonderful climax consumed
her.

Now she bore into Lamia's pussy with an uncontrollable need to have the woman crying 
out and shuddering as violently as she was. She was determined to hear and feel Lamia's 
orgasm bursting in her loins and she pumped her tongue fast and hard along the throbbing 
inner walls. She sucked hard on the fluttering cunt lips and nibbled hungrily on them with her 
even, white teeth.

She could feel Lamia twisting and moaning over her and she felt the woman's pussy grow 
firm and hard as her moment approached. Suddenly Lamia groaned in a deep, almost aching 
voice and an involuntary quake raced through her flesh. She cried out loud and Tina felt a 
rush of sweet, thick come burst from her loins and splash into her sucking mouth.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, that's good," groaned the older woman. She ground her pussy hard 
against the young woman's eating mouth. "I'm coming nicely, just fine! Ahhh, ohhh, yes, slave,
yes! I'm coming good, good, good!"

Again and again they drove themselves at each other. The tingling, powerful waves of love
splashing through them as their violent orgasms continued to roll and tumble through their 
loins. They drank deeply from their overflowing wombs and finally Lamia rolled off of the girl, 
breathing heavily, the final spasms of her lust still quaking in her loins.

Tina lay panting, her chest aching with the effort of her love-making. She watched, unable 
to move as Lamia looked at her, then slowly got to her feet, tightening her gown around her 
once more.

Tina smiled up at the woman, but Lamia ignored her,, moving up the steps to the altar. "I 
have prepared her Master," she chanted softly. She swayed from side to side and cooed in a 
mono-tone voice. "I have stripped her and prepared her for you Master!"

Tina grinned to herself as she watched the older, elegant woman performing at the huge, 
black rail in front of her. The chanting was growing louder and louder now and it seemed to 
be screaming in her ears. She sat up on the steps and felt frozen in place as Lamia turned 
around and stared at her with fiery eyes.

"I give her to you now, Master," she hissed passionately. She pointed to the girl. "I give her
to you now! Now! Now!"

Hands grabbed Tina from behind and she screamed loudly and began to struggle. She 
could not see their faces as they forced her up the steps toward Lamia and the awaiting altar. 
Lamia smiled in pleasure as the tightly held girl approached. Tina was sobbing loudly and 
screaming in fear when she turned up and saw the glowing eyes on the statue above them, a 
licking fire growing stronger and darker behind the bright orbs.

The cries of her terror echoed through the house and beat at the glass in the windows, but
outside, beyond the trees and the harsh, whipping wind, only the roar of the cold, unforgiving 
night could be heard and no one was aware of what was going on in the house behind the 
trees.

CHAPTER THREE

When Tina did not return that night, Diana was not too concerned. Her roommate had a 
habit of staying out every now and then. She had probably just run into a friend or lover in 
one of the bars, Diana thought. She sighed, smiling at Tina's almost overwhelming urge for 
pleasure whenever possible.

They had had many talks in the long nights they spent studying or just fooling around in 
their room. At first Diana had been shocked by Tina's attitudes about sex. She was so carefree 
about it, so willing to try anything and everything new, it seemed. Later on she came to realize
that this was mostly a lot of bull that Tina said just to get a rise out of her. But the girl did like 
to fuck, thought Diana, and there were more than enough people to accommodate her, too!

Now that she had found Howard, however, she could well understand Tina's craving for a 
man's body next to hers. Just the thought of Howard sent chills down her spine and a wild, 
fluttering ache careening through her loins.

She sighed, remembering happily the last time they had made love. It had been as 
wonderful as the first, in some ways even better and she hated the fact that she could not be 
with him right this minute. But it was a week-day night and she had studying to do and 
besides, they only let the girls out of the dorms for overnights a few times during the week. 
She wanted to save those times for when she could really use them.

She was thinking of spending a whole week before mid-term exams just lying around 
Howard's apartment, stark naked, studying when she wasn't screwing. She giggled at that 
thought and wondered what he would say when she brought up the idea. He was such a little 
boy about so many things and she thought she would tell him that in just that way when she 
decided to. That ought to get him rattled.

So she went to sleep, not worrying about Tina at all. The odds were that she would come 
roaring in at the last moment the next morning, hunting for clothes and books she needed, 
breathless and frantic, trying to gather herself together while telling Diana all about her last 
adventure.

At least that was how it usually happened and Diana could see no reason to doubt that it 
would be just like that this time. That was Tina, out of breath and running late!

Still she wasn't worried when Tina hadn't arrived by the time she was leaving her room for 
class. It wasn't until the next evening, after dinner, studying alone that she began to wonder 
what had happened to her roommate.

She spent a rather sleepless night, tossing and turning, her mind whirling and visited by 
strange images that she could not understand. In the center of her nightmare, stood Tina, 
crying out in fear and agony, calling out for help, the room where she was strangely like a 
church, candles and mysterious, threatening robed figures dancing around her friend.

She woke up in a cold sweat, her heart pounding as she rolled over and stared at the 
empty, still made bed of her roommate. It was three a.m. and it took her almost another hour 
to relax and get back to sleep.

"I'm going to report her missing," she told Howard the next morning over coffee. "I'm 
worried about her. I'm afraid something bad has happened to her."

He chuckled and patted her hand to reassure her. "Take it easy, darling," he told her. "I'm 
sure she is fine. She's probably off on some fling with some guy that captured her attention, 
you know how she is."

"Howard, she is in enough trouble for staying out without a pass, as it is," Diana insisted. 
"If she's just being irresponsible, well then, she'll be embarrassed and a little angry with me for
awhile. But if she isn't..." Howard sighed, unable to argue with her logic. After they finished 
their coffee they took a walk over to the administration building and asked to talk to Damon 
Knight, the Dean of Students and a history professor.

He was a tall, strikingly handsome man with a rugged, weather-beaten cast to his features 
and a harsh, penetrating glare in his eyes. As they sat before his desk, he listened to Diana's 
story, his eyes shifting from her to Howard, intensely inspecting them, giving them the 
impression that he was taking it all in.

When Diana finished, he spoke in a soft but firm voice. "She often takes off over night, 
doesn't she," he said with a quiet chuckle in his voice. "I am familiar with Miss Morrow, you 
see. She isn't the most stable of girls and not very concerned with the learning part of college 
life, is she?"

Diana started to protest but he put up his hand and relaxed, settling back in his big, 
leather chair. "I'm sure there is a logical, if rather childish explanation for all this," he said 
evenly. "I'll check around and get back to you, all right? And thank you for bringing this to my 
attention."

That was that and he quickly ushered them out of his office. They walked on to their first 
class, Miss Abaddon's, Howard satisfied but Diana still concerned. As they entered the room 
and took their places, Howard shook his head over Tina's actions.

"He knows the score," he sighed. "He'll track her down, I wouldn't worry about it. Tina 
keeps this up, though, they'll toss her right out of school."

"He didn't strike me as very worried about it, almost as if he knew exactly what to do. I just
don't feel right about it, darling. I don't feel right at all."

Howard was about to say something, then Miss Abaddon entered the room and he let it 
go as the class began. He spent the next forty minutes watching the strange transformation 
come over Diana as she sat and listened to Lamia lecture. If the truth were known, he was 
more concerned over her than Tina. She was becoming more and more involved in this course
and its teacher and that worried him. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was something
he didn't like about Lamia Abaddon and he knew he didn't care for what was happening to 
Diana because of it, at all. He didn't want to say anything, he knew she would just tease him 
about being jealous and he actually didn't know if that wasn't true. But still, it was something 
uneasy that made him worried and feel distant from his lover and he could not help being 
anxious.

Diana was unaware of how he felt, for he concealed his fears from her completely. She 
herself found nothing wrong with her intense interest in the class and its teacher. She had 
taken to visiting with her after class, sometimes even going to her office to ask a question 
about something she didn't understand or wanted to know more about.

The woman had acted very kind and seemed to enjoy Diana's company. She had given her
suggestions for outside reading and had complimented her on a paper she had written.

"It is obvious that you have a talent for this subject," Lamia had cooed softly in her warm, 
compelling voice, that gave the young girl goose bumps on her arms. "I think that you are an 
excellent candidate for a deeper involvement in this field. There are so many wonders you 
can't even imagine."

Gradually she began to spend more and more time with the woman, to the point, a few 
days after Tina's disappearance, where she kept Howard waiting in a local bar for over an hour
while she talked with Lamia in her office.

She hadn't even realized what she had done until she arrived, almost in a daze, it seemed 
to him. He held his temper and bought her a glass of wine after she sat down. She went into 
this long, involved explanation of what she had talked about with Lamia and he let her go on 
until he couldn't take it anymore.

"Is that why you kept me sitting here, bored out of my mind for over an hour," he finally 
broke in, his voice tense and strained. "It seems you want to spend more time with her than 
me, these days."

"Oh, Howard, darling, you know that isn't true," she said, her voice full of impatience for 
his anger. "I'm just really, really excited about the course, that's all."

"It doesn't appear that way," he insisted. "After all, a few days ago you were going crazy 
over Tina's disappearance, now, it looks like you've forgotten all about it!"

She jerked back as if being slapped and her mouth dropped open. "My God, you're right," 
she said in a shocked voice. "I did forget about it! Wow, that's weird!"

"It sure is, seeing that you share the same room. Well, I called Dean Knight up, he told me 
she dropped out, went home."

"That's impossible, I mean, she didn't even say goodbye. All her stuff is still in the room! I 
know it is," Diana insisted. "I want to go check it right now!"

Before Howard could say anything she was up and out the door, him trailing behind. They 
made their way down the slippery hill to her dorm and quickly took the elevator up to their 
floor. She went straight to Tina's closet when she opened the door and pulled back the panel. 
It was empty. She checked her dresser and found it bare, also. Everything that had belonged 
to the other girl was gone. Diana sat down on her bed, eyes staring straight ahead, almost in a
state of shock. "That's impossible, impossible," she said softly, over and over. "I don't 
understand. Not even a note or anything! It's not real, just not real!"

Howard sat down beside her and put his arms around her. "Take it easy, baby," he 
whispered lovingly. "The way I understand it, she ran off with some guy. It's not all that weird, 
it was what she was really looking for in the first place, wasn't it?"

He turned her chin to face him and smiled warmly. "She'll get in touch, once she has 
settled down, I'm sure of it," he told her. He bent forward and pressed his lips to hers in a 
gentle kiss.

"Ohhh, Howard, Howard," she moaned softly. She stifled a sob and wrapped her arms 
around his neck. "Hold me, darling, kiss me! Ohh, I need your love right now. I need it very 
badly!"

Gently their lips roamed back and forth across each other. She was shivering with the 
impact of the information of Tina's leaving and a building, churning desire for him that had 
been kept in check for days. "Lock the door, darling," she hissed urgently. He got up from the 
bed and went over to the door. He turned the lock and slipped out of his coat as she did the 
same, still sitting on the bed. She opened her arms wide and smiled wickedly at him. "Come 
over here, you sex maniac," she giggled girlishly.

Quickly he made the few steps across the room and rejoined her on the bed. He took her 
into his arms again and crushed his mouth hungrily down on hers. He felt her shiver and 
heard her sigh as he moved his lips back and forth over her luscious, succulent petals and ran 
his tongue greedily over her even, white teeth.

Eagerly the girl parted her teeth and allowed his seeking arrow to slither past them. He 
slashed urgently at her own, moist, pink dart, his mouth grinding almost painfully against hers,
while his rough, demanding prong rolled and entwined around her own in a dance of passion.

She held his face with her smooth, soft fingers and rocked her head from side to side. 
Their tongues licked and curled about each other and she could feel the fever rising in her 
loins as her heart began to quicken its pace and she could hear his labored breathing as his 
own passion began to take hold.

"Ahhh, Jesus, I love to kiss you," he gasped in pleasure. He ran his hands down over her 
back, gripping her warm, pulsating flesh through her blouse. "It makes me feel so damn good 
just kissing you, Diana! So damn good!"

She chuckled in satisfaction and moaned softly as she felt his fingers dancing tentatively at
the swell of her luscious bottom. She shivered with delight when he slithered his fingertips 
over her jutting buttocks and curled them beneath her darling cheeks. He closed his fingers 
over the spongy half moons and squeezed them lovingly, feeling the warmth of her desire 
rippling through the soft mounds.

She was wearing a pair of tight ski pants and she sighed in pleasure as his long, manly 
fingers continued to grip and massage her bottom. She could feel the tiny dot of her moist, 
warm asshole quivering under his touch and the fever of wanting was steadily growing 
warmer in her aching womb.

"Yes, darling, yes, yes," she moaned softly, her voice tense with passion. "I need your love, I
need it now! Ohhh, God, Howard, it's been so long, so damn long!"

He laughed softly, knowing that it was less than a week ago that they last made love, but 
he understood how she was feeling quite well. His balls were pounding at a quickening rate 
and his cock was growing hard just sitting there touching her.

He moaned softly as a tortured throb raced through his shaft and he slid one of his hands 
up and over her quivering thigh, riding his seeking digits down along the tight pants to her 
inner limb. She sighed as a spasm of desire rippled through her leg and his hand gently 
caressed her limb, gripping the thigh tightly and massaging it lovingly.

Tenderly he rode his fingers over her parted legs, slithering the flat of his hand up and 
down over her hot, throbbing pussy mound. She gasped as the wild, powerful feeling raced 
through her loins when she felt the manly fingers tickling her pounding hillock. Gently he 
rubbed her aching mound, the heel of his hand lovingly riding up and down until she was 
squirming uncontrollably on the bed, her legs opening and closing spasmodically beneath his 
determined caress. "Oooo, darling, darling, that's so nice," she whispered erotically, fluttering 
her full, luscious lips against his own in a sensual manner. "Ummmm, I love it when you do 
that! It just makes me tingle all over!"

He thrilled to her words, a tremor of lust racing along his loins and his hand cupped over 
her warm, almost wet pussy mound and he squeezed it passionately while his mouth dropped
from her moist lips to her creamy, elegant neck, kissing it deeply, inhaling the sweet perfume 
that rose from her warm, fevered flesh.

His other hand slithered back up along her spine then danced around to the front of her 
body. She moaned as she felt him lightly caressing her breasts through her blouse. She was 
not wearing a bra and when his hand passed over her small, pert nipples they grew firm and 
erect, digging into his palm through the thin material of her blouse.

She moaned in pleasure as he gripped the round, luscious globes, his fingers digging in 
and kneading them with a hungry fever of wanting. She swayed gently as he massaged the 
proud, defiant spheres and he Could feel them trembling under his touch as she arched her 
back and thrust her tits against his working hand.

She slithered her own fingers down across his chest, unbuttoning his shirt as she went 
along, dragging her nails across his flesh, tracing a lazy path in his skin that sent aching fires 
of delight roaring through his balls and pounding in his groin.

She dropped her lovely palm over the thick, bulge in the front of his pants and he gasped 
as he felt the pressure of her delicate hand bearing down on the throbbing mound. She curled
her fingers around the bulge and gripped his prick tightly in her fist. A spasm of almost 
unbearable delight shook his loins and he moaned hotly, bucking his body against her 
attentive digits.

"Yeah, yeah, that's good, that's real good," he gasped in a strained voice as she slithered 
her kneading fingers up and down over his shaft. "Ohhh, Diana, Diana, you drive me crazy, 
baby! Just fucking crazy!"

She loved to hear that from him and she gently pinched the tip of his prick between her 
thumb and forefinger, delighting in the way he shook and quivered involuntarily as she played
with his thick, aching helmet.

Feverishly his hand fumbled with the buttons to her blouse, almost tearing them free as he
tried desperately to reveal her magnificent boobs. He pulled the folds of her garment from her
pants and spread them apart, exposing the luscious spheres to his greedy eyes and hungry 
fingers.

The sweet mounds rose and fell, jiggling enticingly as she sighed and groaned with the 
angry fires that were churning in her loins. He rubbed his palm over the creamy, smooth 
globes, gripping them tightly with his fingers, feeling the joyous thrill of her tits responding to
his caress. He pulled on her nipples with his fingers, rolling the tender nuggets back and forth 
until she was rocking and groaning under his lusty attack.

He pushed and pulled on the ample boobs, each touch of his hand sending yet another 
spark of stinging ecstasy careening through her flesh and her own hand was busily fumbling 
with his belt and zipper to get at his thick, pounding cock hidden inside of his pants and 
underwear.

"Yes, darling, yes, yes," she sighed contentedly as he continued to massage and caress her 
trembling tits. "Oooo, I love that! Uh-huh, uh-huh, that's it, that's it!"

She pulled his zipper down and spread apart his pants. She ran her fingers inside of his 
underpants and curled them around his hard, hot pole. He groaned loudly as he felt the 
marvelous digits making contact with his tortured rod and he gasped with an intense delight 
as she pulled his prick free from the confinement of his clothing and held it gently in the palm 
of her hand.

"So big and sweet," she cooed softly, stroking the thick, throbbing cock with the tips of her
fingers. "I love the way it beats so powerfully in my hand. Oooo, darling, do I like all of this 
prick! Do I ever!"

He shook violently as her fingers ran up and down over his aching prick. She slithered the 
tips of her digits across his thick, engorged helmet, pinching it tenderly as she caressed it, 
sending a wild, stinging sensation through his prick that was almost too good to stand.

Hungrily he slipped his hand between her pants and panties, digging his fingers deep 
down, until he could feel the damp, slippery mound of her throbbing womb, wet already with 
the dripping steam of love juice that poured from her moist cave. She shuddered 
uncontrollably as his hand slid lovingly over her pounding hillock. She felt his fingers tapping 
against her wet, swollen cunt petals and she bucked her trembling lips against the seeking 
spears, groaning and sighing in pleasure as she felt them lazily caressing her steaming pit.

She felt his mouth sliding down to the tops of her heaving breasts. He slithered out his 
tongue and ran it between the precious globes, his teeth nipping playfully at her warm, 
alabaster flesh. She gasped as he darted his tongue against a single nipple, enjoying the way 
the sweet nugget quivered and seemed to burst with pleasure in response.

He moved his mouth over the thick, hard pebble and caught it between his teeth. He 
slashed at the trapped stone with his tongue and sucked hard on the tiny nub, making her 
body ache with need and boiling with the passion he was creating in her.

"Kiss them, darling, kiss my tits," she moaned loudly, mashing her breasts against his 
willing mouth. "Ohh, God, it feels good, Howard! Kiss them, kiss them good!"

He sucked hard on the trapped boob, licking and lathering it with his rough, sandpapery 
spear while his hand gently rode the cleft between her thick, slippery pussy petals, rolling and 
turning lovingly against them in a slow, sensual rhythm of love.

He pressed his thumb down on her wet, twitching clit and the girl almost leaped from the 
bed, sighing in aching pleasure as the knob of his thumb rolled back and forth over the 
creamy button and his fingers continued to probe the entrance to her boiling tunnel.

Her body felt on fire and she dropped her free hand to his hard, thick ball bag, cupping it 
lovingly in the palm of her hand. She closed her fingers around the tight sack, rolling his nuts 
between her lovely, soft fingers. He almost cried out as, a delicious agony tore through his 
tortured balls and he was sweating freely now with the heated passion that was consuming 
him.

"Ahhh, yeah, baby, yeah, yeah," he groaned in pleasure as he felt her squeeze his balls in 
her tiny fist. "You're so great, Diana! You're so damn great! Jesus, that feels good! So God 
damn good!"

Greedily he spread the creamy, warm lips of her throbbing pussy apart and slithered a 
single finger beyond her trembling entrance. He felt her stiffen with the penetration of his 
demanding spear and heard her moan softly in tortured pleasure.

Gently he drove the stiff, thick prong deeper into her warm, tight canal. She bucked 
violently under the plunging shaft and her strong, gripping cunt muscles flexed spasmodically 
around the spear, pulling it inside of her, urging him on. He twirled and twisted the prong 
until he had buried it to the hilt in her quaking cave and was tickling her inner walls with the 
hard probe.

She rocked her darling ass up and down on the bed as he began to pump the digit in and 
out of her dripping tunnel. She shivered and moaned with the aching, wonderful sensations 
she was feeling and her pussy was growing hotter and hotter with each loving stroke of the 
marvelous tool.

"Oooo, baby, baby, that's so good," she giggled happily. She pressed her luscious tits hard
against his kissing mouth and gripped his prick tightly in her sweet, soft fist. "Uh-huh, oh, yes, 
yes, Howard! More of that, more! Harder, baby, harder!"

She was thrashing about so violently that he could hardly keep his finger inside of the 
tight, hot cave as she bounced on the bed. He buried his finger to the depths of her sweet, 
moist pit once more and kissed her breasts with a fevered passion, nipping and licked the 
creamy globes in an orgy of pleasure.

"Let's get out of these God damn clothes," she gasped, pushing him away from her in 
urgent need. "Come on, darling, come on! I want to feel your naked body next to mine right 
now! I need it, Howard, oh, God, how I need it now!"

She reached down and pushed her ski pants and panties down over her long, elegant legs,
sliding the clothing from her dainty feet in one smooth, fluid motion. She shrugged out of her
blouse and then helped him pull his pants off and tore his shirt down over his arms. She was 
caught in a frenzy of aching lust and could think of nothing but the sensual pleasure of his 
body tightly wrapped around hers.

She moved back on the bed and lay down on her side. He stretched out next to her, 
pushing his head forward to kiss her while his hands roamed hungrily over her flesh and her 
own, soft, searching fingers did the same with his.

Almost at the same moment, he found her pussy, wet and warm with desire, once more, 
and she found his hard prick throbbing painfully against her tightly pressed thighs.

He slithered two of his fingers back inside of her damp, throbbing womb and twirled them
down to the depths of her tight, warm womb. She thrust her pussy against his hand and drove
her fingers up and down along his hard, pounding shaft, gripping and squeezing his hot meat
as she went along.

She ground her mouth against his in a hungry kiss and their tongues slashed viciously at 
each other as they moved their lips greedily back and forth. Her mouth tasted of the sweetest 
wine and he could feel her warm, proud tits mashing against his chest the rosy points of her 
nipples grinding lovingly into his flesh.

He kissed her neck and began to work his way down along her body. He rolled her on her 
back and kissed her tits passionately, nibbling at her pert, stiff nipples with his teeth, lathering 
the alabaster mounds with his rough tongue as he began his journey toward the steaming pit 
of her pleasure.

She shivered and quaked as she felt his mouth riding over her hard, flat stomach, kissing 
her rippling flesh lovingly and darting his tongue in and out of the sweet indentation of her 
navel. She giggled and quivered with the warm, tickling sensation that was facing with a 
pleasing warmth through her loins.

She felt her cunt tightening involuntarily as he slid his lips over her damp, pulsating belly, 
kissing and licking in a lazy fashion as he went along, his fingers still pumping rhythmically in 
and out of her hot canal.

"Ohh, God, darling, yes," she groaned. "Yes, yes, let's do that! Oooo, kiss me, Howard, eat 
me! Eat me hard, darling and I'll give you the best blowjob you've ever had!"

He gasped as he felt her slithering her way around his body, working her mouth down 
over his chest, nipping with her darling teeth, lathering his flesh with her moist, pink tongue. 
Hungrily he ran his lips over her damp, thick cunt hair, curling the strands in his teeth and 
tugging on them playfully.

She groaned loudly as she felt his mouth riding over her damp, trembling clit. Tenderly he 
ran his tongue around the damp, juicy button, slashing at it in a frenzy of love, lathering it 
until she was quaking in greed and wanting, pushing her cunt hard against his eager mouth.

She felt him take the tiny, hard pearl between his teeth and suck hungrily on the sweet 
nub. A fiery warmth boiled pleasingly in her loins and she gasped passionately, digging her 
nails into his back as he continued to suck on the trapped nub.

Greedily she moved her lips over his hard, firm belly and slithered her tongue through his 
thick, hairy bush. She tugged on his hair and felt a spasm of deep lusting greed race through 
him. She heard him moan with the exquisite agony of her seeking mouth and his body tensed 
almost as if a tightly drawn bow as her succulent lips neared his throbbing shaft.

Lovingly she pressed the moist petals against his thick, pounding shaft. She felt the heat of
his desire boiling in his manhood and his prick was so hot that it almost burned her lips with 
its fiery passion and need. She ran her tongue up along the huge pole, slithering it around the
fat prong, kissing it tenderly with her luscious mouth.

"Ahhh, Jesus, Jesus Christ," he groaned, his voice tight and thick with the aching passion 
he was feeling. "Ohhh, God, that's nice! Damn, you're good, baby, you're real good!"

He pressed his mouth over her hot, dripping cave and ran his tongue up and down 
between her thick, swollen cunt lips. The twin petals of pleasure quivered feverishly under his 
working tongue and nibbling teeth. She bucked and swayed as he ground his mouth against 
her burning pit, slithering the tip of his magnificent spear around the rim of her burning 
entrance. She groaned as spasm after intense spasm of pleasure tore through her loins and 
her cunt seemed to be boiling with need for his delicious dart to probe her tight, steaming 
tunnel.

"Eat me, baby, eat me, please," she begged, grinding her cunt against his face, rolling her 
lips over the thick, hard prong of his cock. "Ohh, God, please eat me, good, Howard! Please 
eat me, good! Please, please, please!"

She was almost sobbing with desire as she rolled her tongue over the tip of his throbbing 
shaft, nibbling at the rim of his engorged helmet with her perfect, white teeth. He gasped as 
she swiftly slithered her tongue back down his cock and gently explored the root of his shaft 
and his hard, aching ball bag beneath.

Tenderly she nibbled at the hot, pounding sack, sinking her teeth into his tortured flesh, 
feeling the hot, boiling come churning in the bag, the huge, aching nuts throbbing wildly and 
uncontrollably with the powerful need that was racing through his loins.

She opened her mouth wide and sucked the huge container between her lips, sinking her 
teeth into his flesh and holding the fat sack firmly with her loving petals. She slashed at his 
balls with her darling tongue, sending them back and forth against her warm moist cheeks 
while she blew and hummed against his meat, the silky vibrations almost making him scream 
with the exquisite agony he was receiving.

"Ohhh, Jesus, Diana, Jesus, dear God," he gasped, an incredible power of pleasure tearing 
through him as the marvelous young girl continued to work on his tortured nuts. "Suck my 
balls, baby! Ohh, God, suck them hard! Suck them, suck them hard!"

As she bore down on his captured stones he crushed his mouth against her pussy and 
slithered his tongue beyond the damp, quivering entrance to her warm, wet tunnel. She cried 
out in pleasure as she felt the seeking dart riding along her tight, dripping inner walls. He 
rolled and twirled the spear over her boiling interior, sucking the creamy juice of her love into 
his mouth and swallowing it happily.

She bucked and groaned, her mouth tugging on his balls, her darling tongue stabbing and
licking them in a. frenzy of passionate desire. She moved her head from side to side and heard
him groaning loudly as he locked his teeth around her slippery cunt petals and began to stab 
his tongue in and out of her pussy in a rhythmic motion of lust.

She pulled her head from his balls and groaned loudly, her cheek resting against his 
throbbing thigh. "Ohhh, yes, yes, darling," she moaned, her voice thick and tight with the 
roaring desire that was boiling in her loins. "Eat me, Howard! Oooo, yes, darling, eat me that 
way! Hard, baby, hard, hard, hard!"

Swiftly she worked her way back up along his hard, thick prick once again. She dragged 
her teeth along his hot, fevered meat, lathering his flesh with her tongue as she made her way 
to the tip of his pounding, engorged shaft. She rolled her tongue around the rim of his thick 
helmet and nibbled at the lip of his flesh greedily. He cried out softly as the intense pleasure 
tore through his prick and his balls pounded with a demanding fury under her greedy attack.

She rolled her lips over the tip of his prick and kissed it lovingly, slashing at the fevered 
head with her pointed tongue, licking his piss slit teasingly. He was jerking and quivering 
spasmodically, the tight, aching yelps of his delight barely escaping his lips in breathless 
response.

Tenderly she opened her moist, warm mouth and slipped the head of his cock between her
succulent petals, locking her teeth firmly around the rim of his tortured helmet. A shock wave 
of pleasure careened through his prick and balls as she sucked gently on the trapped rod. He 
groaned and crushed his mouth hard against her cunt as she slowly sucked more of his 
pounding, burning tool into her damp chamber.

She relaxed her strong, eager throat muscles to allow his plunging shaft access to her 
silken canal. He bucked forward involuntarily as he felt the aching need pounding in his balls 
and his prick slithered deeper into her velvet tunnel as she curled her fingers around his 
buttocks and drew his groin to her sweet, caressing mouth.

He groaned and sighed and rode his cock gently over her damp, gripping tunnel walls. Her
sweet, moist mouth and throat wrapped themselves around his disappearing shaft in a loving 
manner and she gulped frantically, trying to suck every inch of his huge, hot cock into her 
darling mouth. Finally he was buried to the hilt in her silken canal, his prick throbbing almost 
painfully in the depths of her throat, her succulent lips sucking hard on the root of his aching 
tool.

She began to pump her mouth up and down on the burning member and spasms of 
almost incredible pleasure tore through his prick as she dragged her teeth along his 
imprisoned meat, lathering it with her tongue as she went along, sucking with a wanton greed
on the throbbing shaft.

"Yeah, yeah, suck it baby, suck it," he gasped, ramming his tongue in and out of her 
steaming tunnel in a frenzy of hunger and lust. "Suck my cock, Diana, ohh, God, suck it hard! 
Hard, baby, suck it hard, hard, hard!"

"I want you to come in my mouth, darling," she mumbled against his riding shaft. "I want 
to feel your hot come go all the way down to my belly! Ohhh, Howard, come in my mouth, 
come in my mouth!" He bucked and slammed his groin against her pumping mouth, moaning
and sighing in pleasure as she twisted and turned her riding head, sucking and pulling on his 
prick with her lovely teeth and bps. His balls were throbbing unbearably and his cock seemed 
to be swollen beyond endurance.

Faster and faster she pumped her mouth up and down on the huge pole. She blew against
it with her loving breath and sucked hard on the pounding rod. He rammed his tongue to the 
depths of her luscious cunt and drank greedily from her dripping womb. They were seized by 
the passion and frenzy of their lust now and each of them knew nothing but the violent 
feelings of need that were churning in their loins and the intense desire they had to make the 
other come more powerfully than ever before.

He could feel her loins burning and nearing their moment of release. As his mouth ground
hard against her damp, hot cave and his tongue powerfully slid in and out of the boiling canal
he could feel her pussy tightening for the luscious, exquisite explosion that was reaching its 
eruption in the depths of her delicious womb.

He tightened his fingers around her warm, spongy buttocks and held her pussy tightly to 
his face. He kissed and nibbled hungrily and powered his tongue faster and harder against her
darling pit.

"Oooo, uh-huh, uh-huh," she moaned, thrashing violently under his assault. "Oh, yes, 
umm-hummm, go baby, go! Ahhh, I'm going to come, darling! Howard, Howard, Howard, I'm 
going to come so good! So nice! Ahhhh, ohhh, ummmm, yes, yes, yes!"

He felt her jerk uncontrollably and suddenly a piercing, ripping screamed of delight burst 
from her filled throat and she slammed her cunt hard against his face as the aching orgasm 
ripped from her loins and the boiling come splashed against his driving tongue and chewing 
mouth. The thick, creamy fluid of her love overflowed the erupting tunnel, spilling into his 
eager mouth. He powered his tongue faster and harder into her pussy as the violent spasms 
of her coming continued to thrash at her flesh.

Now, as the tingling, wonderful orgasm quaked in her loins she drove her mouth up and 
down on his prick, sucking and nibbling as hard as possible, determined to feel him having 
the intense pleasure she was experiencing under his wonderful mouth.

He groaned and cried out loud as she bore down on the imprisoned shaft. She reached 
down and kneaded his balls with her soft, warm hand, urging him on, sucking and twisting her
pumping head. She could feel the powerful desire careening in his balls and boiling in his cock
and the pounding shaft seemed to be on fire as she buried it once more in the depths of her 
taut, silken chamber.

She felt him buck wildly, his body seemingly out of control. He cried out in a loud, long 
wail of relief and a sudden, fiery burst of come shot from his prick and seared her gripping 
inner walls with its thick, creamy power. She gulped frantically, trying to swallow every drop of
the precious fluid as he jerked and rammed his prick in and out of her pleasing mouth.

"I'm coming in your mouth, Diana," he groaned, thrashing involuntarily about the bed: 
"Ohhh, Jesus, I'm coming, coming in your mouth! It's so fucking good, so fucking good! 
Ahhhh, Christ, I'm coming good, good, good!" Again and again the thick, warm fluid spurt 
from his prick. She twisted and turned her mouth and throat around the throbbing pole and 
he drove his tongue against her inner walls with almost as much frenzy and lust as she. 
Together they swayed and tumbled about the bed, sucking and slashing with their mouths 
and tongues until the last, final traces of their steaming desire were drained from their loins 
and they lay sobbing for breath beside each other, their bodies trembling and jerking with the
lingering spasms of their release.

"Ahhh, that was good, real good, baby," Howard sighed, finally getting his breath back. 
"You're so nice, Diana, so damn nice!"

She drew herself up along side of him and put her head on his heaving chest. She kissed 
his warm flesh and sighed contentedly. "I loved doing it, darling," she whispered passionately. 
"I love doing anything with you! It's so wonderful making love to you, Howard! It's more than I
can believe!"

He patted her shoulder and drew her closer to him, his arm going over her smooth, warm 
back, his fingers lazily slithering up and down along her spine. She felt so warm and pleasing 
in his arms that he was sure that whatever problems they might face they all could be 
overcome. After all, he thought, she loves me, doesn't she?

How could it not seem that she loved him with all her heart, when she lay there in his 
arms, soft and loving as a tiny, innocent, warm, child.

CHAPTER FOUR

If he had thought more about it, he wouldn't have allowed himself to become so easily 
swayed by Diana's passion. It was after moments such as that which occurred in her room that
he was at his weakest and felt his fears were not justified. But she did seem to grow distant 
from him at other times and it was the worry and fear about this that sparked his concern.

Over the next couple of weeks, as the time for mid-terms approached, she seemed to be 
growing into two different people right before his eyes. At given moments, when they were 
alone at his apartment, she would almost attack him with a wild, craving lust that came near 
to frightening him. One weekend they made love seven times in less than two days and he 
was finally too exhausted to go on, though she gave every impression of being able to 
continue.

That was the girl he loved and felt comfortable with. But at other times and increasingly 
more often, she would almost be in another world around him, not really listening to him, not 
really all there.

Her visits after class and to her office with Lamia Abaddon had gotten longer and more 
frequent and though it seemed insane to think so, he almost felt as if the woman had put her 
under some kind of spell. She would talk quite a lot about the stunning, mysterious woman 
and her eyes would grow filmy and distant when she spoke of her.

Howard could not put his finger on what was happening, it was all too strange and unreal 
to him. He found himself hating the thought of Lamia Abaddon and he dropped out of her 
class just before mid-term, unable to bear watching Diana become so enthralled with the 
woman each time she was near her.

One afternoon he was waiting for her in the bar. He had been there for a couple of hours 
already and as a slow, agonizing hour went by, he could not help getting drunker and drunker
on the scotches he was drinking. He was putting them away at a brisk pace, his anger growing
hotter and hotter, his fear building wildly from his heart to his loins.

He was terrified of how she would be when she finally arrived. Something deep in his guts 
told him that the change that came over her was soon going to be complete. Almost as if he 
could see it coming, he felt the overwhelming fear that soon he would be cut out of her life 
completely.

"Where have you been," he hissed urgently when she finally arrived. "Must I always wait 
here like some slave while you merrily do what you want? I don't like being treated this way, 
Diana, I don't like it at all!"

"I was talking to Lamia," she answered defensively, the dislike for his anger and prodding 
apparent in her voice. "I have the right to talk to somebody if I want to, don't I, Howard?"

"Damn it, you know what I'm talking about," he growled, tossing off the rest of his glass 
and signaling to the waitress to bring him another. "You're getting more and more involved 
with this woman and less and less concerned with me."

"She is interesting and can help me with my education, Howard," Diana insisted. She shook
her head defiantly. "You aren't the center of my being, you know? I do have a life of my own!"

"I'm not trying to regulate your God damn life, Diana," he blurted out. He sighed and 
rubbed his face with his hands. "All I am trying to do is make you see what is happening to 
our relationship."

"Nothing is happening to our relationship, Howard," she said, the impatience in her voice 
obvious. "Nothing is happening at all. I'm merely finding other interests on campus besides 
you, that's all. Don't you think that's healthy?"

"Bullshit, that's what that is, bullshit," he growled. He stared intently into her eyes and took
her hand in his. "Don't you see, darling, we're growing apart. About the only time you want to 
deal with me these days is when we're fucking! Most of the other times, you could care less if I
were there or not!"

"Oh, shit, Howard," she hissed back at him, glaring at him with her lovely eyes. "What a 
bunch of shit that is! I don't know what I'm going to do with you if you're going to go on 
being like this!"

"Don't you see what's happening, darling," he pleaded with her, his voice lowering to a 
concerned whisper. "Don't you see how different you're becoming since you got involved with
Lamia Abaddon? Can't you see it, can't you?"

Angrily she pulled her hand from his. She shook her head and stared hard at his blinking 
eyes. "No, I don't see anything like that at all," she said in a harsh, even tone of voice. "All I can
see is jealousy over my interest in other people and things beside yourself. My God, if I can't 
like a class and the woman who teaches it, what can I like besides you and your cock?"

"Ohhh, shit, oh, God damn it," Howard groaned, his body seeming to sag under her 
fervent argument. "I don't want this to happen. I am not making myself clear! I just can't seem 
to make you understand me!"

"I'm beginning to understand all too well, I think," she grumbled. She took a long sip from 
her glass of wine and tapped a pencil on the table. "It appears that you want me to operate 
under your rules. You want me to come when you call and leave when you say goodbye! Well, 
I'm not like that, Howard! I never was and I don't intend to start living that way now!"

"No, no, no," he moaned, shaking his head passionately. He tried to hold her hand again 
but she pulled it away and his fingers wrapped themselves tightly around the table as he bent 
forward, peering at her in deep emotion.

"Don't you understand, darling," he whispered hotly. "Something has come over you, it's 
almost as if you were in a trance every time that woman is near you or her name is mentioned.
I'm not jealous, Diana, I'm afraid! Afraid for you!"

"Don't be absurd," she laughed harshly. "You talk as if some terrible disaster is going to 
happen to me. I'm only taking a class, not a trip up the Amazon!"

"That's just it, Diana," he insisted. "It's not just a class, and I don't know how I really feel, 
but that woman scares me! There is something strange and evil about her. I can't explain it, 
but I am worried about you, worried to death!"

She shook her head, slapping her palm lightly against her hair. "I don't believe this," she 
said in a bewildered voice. "I can not believe you are saying this, Howard! You're driving me 
crazy with this crap!"

"What about Tina, what about her?" he went on. "What about how she was over this 
woman, do you remember that? She was the same when before she disappeared. The same 
way you're acting right now!"

"Tina! Oh, Jesus, Howard," she laughed haltingly. "Boy, that is really reaching for it, isn't it? 
Tina? That's too much, too, too, much!"

"Really, you think so," he said softly. He sighed and sat back in his chair, arms folded 
across his chest. "And tell me why you've never heard from her since then. Tell me where she 
is, she isn't home, I know, I tried to get her. She hasn't been home since the day she 
disappeared!"

"What, I don't believe it," Diana said, shaking her head in denial. "When did you call, when 
did you talk to her parents?"

"Just the other day," he said quietly. "The way you have been acting reminded me so much
of how you described her that I just had to call and talk to her about Lamia Abaddon. That's 
when I found out. Now explain that."

"I... I can't of course," Diana said nervously, toying with her glass of wine. "I don't know 
what happened to Tina, but that doesn't mean that Lamia had anything to do with it."

"It's all very strange, darling," Howard said softly, trying to get her to look at him. "It's just 
too damn strange. I'm worried and I wish you would drop out of that class and stop going to 
see her!"

"No! Damn it, no," hissed Diana. She shook her head violently. "I don't care what you say 
or how you feel, Howard, I will not be ordered around by you! Tina's disappearance had 
nothing to do with her, nothing at all! You're just using that to force me to do what you want 
and I won't!" She jerked to her feet and tried to pull her arm away from his grasping hand. She
glared at him and shook uncontrollably, trying hard not to break into tears over what he was 
saying to her.

"Please, darling, please," he was pleading, trying to hold her in place. "I'm serious, I am! I'm
not trying to force you into anything, believe me I'm not! Can't you just look at it objectively 
for a moment? You're not seeing what's really happening!"

She pulled her arm free and pushed him away. "Leave me alone, Howard," she hissed in a 
broken, cold voice. "Just leave me alone, do you hear? Leave me alone!"

She spun on her heels and stomped out of the bar leaving him staring after her. He 
dropped back into his seat and wondered vaguely why he didn't follow her. His mind was 
whirling with the horrible scene they had just had and he felt no strength at all anymore. 
Perhaps she would cool off and they could talk about it later. Perhaps when both of them 
were in bed the next time.

But a cold chill came over his heart as the thought passed through his mind and he felt a 
sudden, driving fear that he was never going to get that chance. Somehow, a deep dread had 
filled his soul and he knew that she was about to change completely.

Diana was sobbing uncontrollably as she stumbled down the hill toward the campus. The 
tears were blurring her vision and her feet slipped and skipped over the slick, snow covered 
sidewalk. She didn't really know where she was going but she knew she had to get away from 
Howard. She had to talk to someone else, get her bearings back. It was too painful to think of 
what was happening between them.

She found herself, almost like a zombie, entering the building where Lamia Abaddon's 
office was. She wasn't surprised that she was seeking out the older woman. Right then a sane, 
rational adult was about the only person she could think of that could help her.

She took the stairs to the second floor and found Lamia talking quietly with Dean Knight. 
She waited outside the door until Lamia happened to turn and see her. She thought she saw a
look of scowling concern come over the woman's face, but it only lasted a moment before tire
warm, mysterious smile replaced it.

"Why, Diana, come in, come in," the beautiful black woman said, waving one of her 
slender, graceful hands at the young girl. "It's so good to see you!"

As the young woman entered the room, Dean Knight nodded to her and then spoke to 
Lamia. "I'll talk to you again about this little thing," he said evenly. "It can wait awhile."

Lamia nodded and Dean Knight left without saying another word. They both watched him 
go in silence then Lamia touched Diana on the shoulder and smiled warmly when the girl 
jerked her head around to face her.

"Now what's the problem," she asked in her warm, liquid voice. "You look all out of sorts. 
What is bothering you so badly? You can tell me.

All of the pent-up emotion that she had been keeping under control broke loose and 
Diana slumped down into a chair, burying her face in her hands as the aching sobs tore 
through her body.

"It's Howard, Howard," she moaned, gulping down her tears. "I don't know what I'm going 
to do, he's so insanely jealous! He's out of his mind!"

Lamia came around the back of the chair and hugged the girl's head to her thighs. "There, 
there, just cry it out, cry it all out," she cooed softly, her long, dark fingers stroking the girl's 
hair. "Don't worry, I'll help you. I'll give you a hand. Whatever is wrong we'll find an answer, I 
promise you!"

Diana hugged the woman tightly and moaned into the folds of her robe. "I can't believe 
this is happening to me, I just can't," she groaned. "I love him, but he is getting impossible! 
Oh, God, Lamia, help me, help me, please!"

Lamia smiled and nodded. She was staring off into space as she continued to stroke the 
girl's hair and speak in a gentle, loving voice. "I will help, Diana, I will," she said quietly. "Don't 
worry about that! I know what to do, I will work it out with you! Don't be afraid, Diana, don't 
be afraid, my child. Lamia knows what to do. Trust me, trust me completely and everything will
be wonderful, I promise you."

The girl gasped and sighed, feeling a strange, comforting warmth fill her heart and dry her 
tears. It was as if Lamia were drawing all the hurt and pain out of her body and putting a calm,
peaceful glow in its place.

She looked up and stared at the woman. She felt her body tingling with a warmth and 
strange, compelling sensation that both thrilled and scared her. She was sure now that she 
had made the right decision. Lamia was the one to help her, Howard was all wrong. She was 
sure of it, sure of it to the bottom of her soul.

CHAPTER FIVE

Diana had never felt so at ease and comfortable in her life. As she leaned against the back 
of the couch in Lamia's large livingroom, she sipped her glass of champagne and stared at the
high, star-covered ceiling above them.

She traced the path of one constellation with her eyes, she remembered her long, pleasing
conversation with the lovely woman over the dinner she had prepared for the two of them.

Lamia had insisted she come home with her so that they could really work out this 
problem. It hadn't taken much to convince Diana of the worth of that idea. Right then she 
couldn't bear going back to her room nor anywhere else for that matter. She was thrilled by 
the older woman's offer and accepted happily.

As they ate the meal, Diana poured out the problem on Lamia's listening ears and even 
managed to get all of it out without breaking into tears. The woman paid attention and said 
nothing until Diana was finished talking.

"Obviously he is very in love with you," she offered quietly over the champagne they were 
sharing. "This need to invent an excuse to have you around more often is a clear sign of that. I
think it is best for you to remain firm in your refusal to conform to his wishes, otherwise I fear 
you'll find both of yourselves in a lot of trouble."

"That's exactly what I thought," nodded Diana, determinedly. "I'm not giving in, not one 
bit! He's just going to have to learn to accept me as I am, that's all!"

Lamia laughed softly and slipped her arm around the back of the girl's head. She rested it 
on the lip of the couch and lazily stroked the wisps of hair that lay pressed against the back of 
the sofa. She could sense the girl drifting off a bit and she smiled in a pleased fashion.

"Now you have the right idea, dear," she cooed softly in her musical voice. "Now you are 
getting the point! There are more important things to consider than a mere man, you see. 
There is a whole other world to think about!"

Diana felt her mind wandering. She could not seem to think straight about anything now. 
Her body was relaxed and comfortable and her mouth still could taste the strange, delicious 
food Lamia had fed her. She felt light and airy, as if on a cushion of wind. She was very warm 
and she hardly noticed it when Lamia moved closer to her so that their bodies were touching, 
shoulder to thigh, now.

"I'm going to teach you things you never dreamed of," the older, dark woman whispered 
passionately. "I'm going to show you your true life! The way of your future! Soon, very soon, 
you will forget everything but what you are about to learn!"

Slowly she turned Diana's mouth toward hers with the tips of her fingers. The girl could 
feel no will to resist and her luscious, moist petals were just inches from Lamia's succulent 
petals. She moaned softly when the smiling woman bent forward and the thrilling contact of 
their mouths meeting sent shivers of pleasure up and down her spine.

Gently Lamia roamed her mouth back and forth over the girl's. They rolled their heads 
from side to side as their kissing caress continued. Diana could feel the woman's calm, 
rhythmic breath on her cheek and the sweet taste of champagne filled her mouth as they 
ground their mouths together tightly, the woman's tongue pressing urgently against her 
clenched teeth.

"Open, my sweet, open your mouth," Lamia sighed in an erotic voice. "Let me taste your 
tongue with my own! I want to drink the sweet wine of your tangy mouth!"

Eagerly Diana parted her teeth and allowed Lamia to slither her tongue past them. The 
seeking spear rolled and curled around her own moist dart, slashing and licking with a hungry 
passion. They pressed themselves tightly against each other, the woman's hands caressing 
Diana's warm, smooth cheeks as they entwined their willing arrows around each other.

"Ohh, ohhh, this is so strange," sighed Diana, squirming in the grip of Lamia's hands. "It's 
so different, so weird, I don't know what to think at all!"

Lamia laughed, pleased with the girl's response and confusion. "Think nothing at all, 
nothing at all," she whispered softly. "You don't have to think, I will do that! Just enjoy, little 
child, just enjoy yourself completely!"

She slithered one of her free hands down over Diana's back, gripping and squeezing the 
girl's flesh through the thin material of her sweater. She felt the zipper on the back of the 
garment against her palm and she danced her fingers back upward, catching hold of the clasp
with her slender fingers. Teasingly she slid it up and down as the girl wiggled and moaned in 
her embrace. She pulled the zipper all the way down and slipped her hand over the warm, 
palpitating flesh of the girl's smooth, luscious back.

Diana moaned in delight, swaying under the kneading pressure of Lamia's caressing hand. 
The way the woman's fingers danced and slithered over her flesh sent a churning, warm 
feeling racing through her loins that she could not explain or control. She shivered 
involuntarily and found her own hand curling around Lamia's dark, elegant throat, the tips of 
her fingers scratching idly at her breastbone.

"That's it, little one, that's it," chuckled Lamia, her fingers playing with the hooks to Diana's
bra. "Caress me, love, touch me with your hands! I want to feel your precious fingers traveling 
over my body! Yes, yes, it is soothing, very soothing indeed!"

Diana groaned as she felt the woman tugging on the snaps to her bra, popping them free,
one by one. She felt the halter loosen over her trembling breasts and moaned in delight when
the woman slithered her hand around under her sweater and cupped one luscious globe in 
the palm of her hand.

Lamia gave the precious sphere a gentle squeeze and the girl gasped and swayed 
backward against the couch. She felt Lamia's mouth kissing her greedily, running her lips over 
her tightly shut eyes and quivering cheeks. Tenderly the older woman kneaded and massaged 
her tit, her thick, dark thumb rubbing teasingly across one, tiny nipple, making the rosy 
nugget grow firm and erect under her caress.

"Oooo, that's wonderful, wonderful," sighed the teenager, her heart beating wildly, her 
loins burning with a fever of desire. "Ahhh, I love that! I love that feeling! It's so nice, so good 
and nice!"

Lamia laughed in a deep tone and roughly tugged on the pink stone making the girl gasp 
and cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain. She reached up with her free hand and took 
hold of Diana's wrist, guiding the girl's willing fingers toward her lap.

"Caress me, dear, caress my aching womb," she hissed feverishly. "Put your fingers over my
cunt! Play with it, play with my pussy, now!"

As her fingers reached Lamia's lap, Diana could feel the intense heat of the black woman's 
passion rising up through the folds of her robe. She dropped her hand over Lamia's cunt 
mound and began to rub her palm back and forth over the throbbing mound. Lamia shivered 
and gasped as the girl worked on her aching cave and she felt the stinging desires and greed 
racing through her loins as she pushed the sweater and bra up over Diana's breasts and 
lowered her mouth to the jiggling globes.

She ran her tongue around the rim of the luscious boobs, kissing and licking feverishly as 
she lathered the darling mounds. She snapped her tongue at the pert nipples and felt the girl 
shudder uncontrollably as her darting spear rode over the sweet nubs.

She nibbled passionately at the soft, creamy spheres, sinking her teeth into Diana's 
alabaster flesh, tasting the moist warmth of the delicious tits. She rolled her lips up and over 
one trembling nipple and sucked it into her mouth, lashing at the sweet button with her 
tongue. Diana moaned softly as the pleasing sensations rippled through her and her loins 
burned with the fiery wanting that was racing inside of her aching cunt.

As Lamia sucked and kissed her breast she slithered her own darling fingers down along 
the woman's robe, pulling it upward until the tips of her digits were caressing the woman's 
bare thighs. Lamia jerked spasmodically as the lovely girl danced her fingers beneath her robe,
dragging her nails over Lamia's moist, warm inner thighs.

She shivered and bucked as the girl neared her pulsating pussy, tickling and kneading her 
ample flesh as she went along. She knew the young girl was now in the grips of a powerful 
lust and desire and she wanted to feel the young woman thrashing uncontrollably with the 
insane delights of pleasure that she could induce in her.

"Yes, yes, little slave, yes, yes," moaned Lamia as Diana's seeking spears reached the point 
of her inner thighs and slid pleasingly up and down over the black woman's tight, damp 
panties. "Ahhh, that is right, that is good," she cooed lovingly, her mouth continuing to roam 
and kiss Diana's quivering breasts. "Do that, do that, do that!"

Gently the girl cupped her hand over Lamia's throbbing cunt mound. The thick, creamy 
juice of the woman's passion was flowing freely from her fevered pit now, and it had soaked 
her panties with it's liquid pleasure.

Diana's hand was soon wet and slippery as she rubbed briskly on the throbbing hillock.

Lamia gasped and moaned, thrusting her hand down to Diana's jeans, tugging and pulling
on the buttons and zipper until she had them free. Hungrily she slithered her hand over the 
girl's warm belly, forcing her fingers inside of Diana's panties, feeling the girl shudder violently
as her digits caressed the wet, warm hillock of Diana's aching pussy mound.

The young woman was trembling in anticipation as she felt Lamia's fingers slithering 
through the thin strands of cunt hair, seeking out her twitching clit. The woman found the 
sweet, juicy nugget and pinched it tenderly between her thumb and forefinger, sending a 
darting, powerful sensation of liquid pleasure careening through Diana's loins. She rolled the 
tiny stone back and forth and the girl almost screamed with delight and bucked her dainty 
buttocks up and down on the sofa in response to the woman's attentive caress.

"Oooo, that's wonderful, that's so nice," she sighed happily, swaying rhythmically under 
Lamia's working fingers. "Ohhh, Lamia, Lamia, I love that! Ahhh, more of that, please! Do that 
some more!"

Hungrily she slipped her hand inside of the black woman's tight panties and felt the warm,
thick heat rising from Lamia's tortured cave. She pressed her palm against the hot entrance 
and felt the thick, creamy lips of the woman's cunt quivering excitedly against her flesh.

Lovingly she slid her fingers up and down over the thick, juicy folds of flesh. Lamia gasped 
loudly as the girl pinched and caressed her aching cunt lips, tugging on them eagerly, coating 
her fingers with the thick, damp juice of the black woman's boiling need.

"Put them inside, put them inside," commanded Lamia, her voice thick and greedy with her
lust. "I want to feel you touch the depths of my cunt! Put them inside, now!"

Willingly Diana pried the trembling lips of the woman's pussy apart and slithered a single 
digit beyond the hot, twitching entrance to her dark canal. Lamia bucked violently and a quiet 
scream escaped her lips as she felt the girl twirling and turning the seeking prong deeper and 
deeper into her taut, pounding tunnel.

She mashed her mouth hard against the girl's breasts, sucking and kissing in a frenzy of 
hungry passion. Her hand danced against Diana's burning womb, the fingers slithering back 
and forth between the cleft of her swollen pussy lips, the young woman's pussy thrusting hard
against her hand in involuntary jerks and spasms of wanting.

She reached down with her other hand and pushed the pants and panties down over 
Diana's thighs then drew her fingers back along the luscious, creamy limbs and forced them 
apart. She cupped her hand over the girl's throbbing hillock and slipped her little finger past 
the dripping petals of Diana's passion.

The young woman moaned in ecstasy as she felt the seeking spear enter her sweet pit. She
shivered uncontrollably and sighed in delight as Lamia rolled the tip of one finger around her 
clit and drove another deep into her damp, taut tunnel.

"Ohhh, wow, wow, wow," gasped the girl, swaying and bucking under the penetration. 
"Deeper, deeper, Lamia! Ohhh, please, please, put it in! Put it all the way in!"

The woman laughed and adjusted her body so that Diana could have easy access to her 
own, boiling cave of desire. She sighed with pleasure as Diana forced her finger to the hilt, 
burying it deep in Lamia's steaming pit, tickling her inner walls in a teasing fashion.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, little slave," Lamia cooed lovingly, pumping her finger gently in and out of 
Diana's taut, damp cave. "Now we have it, now we are there! Go on, go on, go on!" Diana 
twisted and twirled the prong as she rode it gently in and out of the black woman's hot, wet 
tunnel. She felt Lamia's strong, experienced cunt muscles gripping and flexing around her 
thrusting digit, trying hard to hold it inside of her as her mouth sucked and chewed on the 
young girls luscious, soft tits.

Their hands were like twin tools of love as they assaulted each other's womb with an 
uncontrollable frenzy and passion. Harder and faster they drove their fingers in and out of the 
damp caves, scraping and tickling the steaming inner walls, rubbing hard against the 
throbbing cunt mounds until both of them were gasping with delight and rocking feverishly 
on the couch.

"Come, we must be naked, we must be free of all restraints," the elegant, beautiful black 
woman said. "I want to see your flesh glistening in the light of the fire and candles! Come, 
come with me now!"

She took the girl by the hand and lead her into another room where a fire was raging in a 
fire place and more than a hundred candles were burning, giving a pleasing, smoky scent to 
the air.

Diana felt her clothing being removed and it was almost as if she were standing outside 
herself and watching the process. Gently and tenderly Lamia pulled her sweater from her 
shoulders and lay it over a chair. She slipped the jeans that the girl had pulled up back down 
over her creamy, smooth thighs, slithering her fingertips along the moist, warm flesh as she 
went along. Then she lovingly pulled Diana's panties down to her dainty feet and held them 
while the girl gracefully stepped out of them.

When she stood up again she stared hungrily at the girl's young, teenage body. Diana's 
pert, proud breasts were jiggling enticingly as she sighed in excitement and her moist, warm 
pussy glistened with the creamy love juice that had flowed from her womb, coating her soft, 
luxurious pubic hair with a thin film of liquid desire.

Swiftly Lamia pulled her robe over her shoulders and placed it next to Diana's clothing. 
She took a couple of steps forward and the two women embraced, their mouths lightly 
caressing each other in a tender and passionate kiss.

Lovingly Lamia ran her hands over the girl's rippling spine, cupping them beneath her soft,
spongy buttocks. She gave the precious cheeks a gentle squeeze and the girl moaned in 
delight and thrust her cunt hard against Lamia's own, aching mound, grinding her hips in 
aching need.

Lamia gripped and kneaded the girls pliant half moons, tugging and massaging them, the 
tips of her fingers riding up and down along the tight, narrow cleft between her luscious buns.
She felt the girl's damp, warm anal dot quivering in anticipation and she twirled her finger 
round and round, pressing insistently on the unyielding entrance as the young woman 
groaned in ecstasy and urgently relaxed her inner muscles to allow the black woman access to
her taut, aching canal.

"Oooo, that's so nice, Lamia," she sighed in pleasure as the woman felt the creamy anal 
juices beginning to flow and the narrow entrance giving way to her determined digit. "I've 
never felt that before! Do it some more, please! Do it some more!"

Lamia chuckled in delight and pushed hard on her finger, slithering it beyond the soft, 
moist cheeks of the girl's darling ass to the gripping, hot interior of her rectal chamber. Diana 
shook with an aching greed as the lovely, dark woman forced more and more of her slender, 
invading prong deeper and deeper along the taut, damp tunnel. Her asshole felt on fire and 
she was moaning with a mixture of pain and driving pleasure.

When the delicious black woman had buried her finger to the hilt in the girl's throbbing 
bum she twirled it around inside of her and Diana gasped with the bursting passion and 
pounding lust that the sunken prong seemed to be creating in her. She dropped her head to 
Lamia's large, ample tits and lathered them with her tongue, sucking hungrily on the dark, 
taut nipples, chewing greedily on the woman's warm flesh with her even, white teeth.

Lamia began to pump her finger in and out of the girl's delicate behind, driving Diana 
back and forth as she did, feeling her quiver and rock on her heels with every thrust of the 
pleasing spear that was attacking her pert, luscious bottom.

Slowly Lamia drew the darling girl down to the floor. The stone was cool but pleasing as 
she rested Diana on her back. Her finger was still gently riding in and out of the girl's bum, 
pumping in a rhythmic motion when she bent down and pressed her lips to Diana's slim, 
graceful neck.

Gently she moved her lips over the creamy, alabaster flesh of the girl's luscious boobs, 
kissing and caressing the pert mounds with her tongue, sucking on the rosy buds of her 
nipples until they were as hard as two tiny pebbles and tingling with her loving attention.

Diana's soft, spongy buttocks rocked and swayed under the woman's pounding finger and
Lamia thrilled to the moist, pliant sensation of the darling buns swaying back and forth over 
her cupped palm.

Slowly she moved her hungry mouth over the girl's pulsating stomach. She slithered the 
tip of her tongue around the young woman's precious navel, licking and stabbing at the 
tender indentation in a teasing fashion. Diana bucked and giggled, a wave of delight washing 
through her. She groaned softly as Lamia slithered and licked her way further and further 
down over her aching flesh.

"Yes, yes," she sighed in pleasure as she felt the black woman's teeth catching the strands 
of her silken pussy hair. "Ohhh, God, yes, more, more! Oooo, more of that, please! More of 
that!"

Chuckling softly, Lamia rode her lips over the girl's trembling clit, licking with a lazy swipe 
at the tiny, erect button. Diana gasped and thrust her pussy up against the black woman's 
willing mouth, her loins boiling with the powerful sensations she was receiving. Gently Lamia 
caught the tender nugget between her teeth and rolled it back and forth until the girl was 
groaning uncontrollably, shivering and quaking on the hard, stone floor.

Lamia gracefully swung her legs over either side of the darling girl's head and settled her 
pussy down over her eager mouth. Greedily Diana snaked out her tongue and ran it up and 
down along the damp, swollen lips of the older woman's moist, hot cunt. Lamia sighed in 
contentment and ground her cunt down on the girl's kissing mouth. She shivered and gasped 
as the tortured delight raced through her loins. Diana ran her tongue between the luscious 
petals, drinking the creamy juice of the black woman's passion greedily. She curled her fingers
around Lamia's broad, firm ass and dug her digits deep into the pliant cheeks, squeezing them
tenderly and pulling the damp, warm womb tightly to her eating mouth.

"Ahhh, yes, yes, that's it, that's it, slave," moaned the beautiful black woman. She swayed 
gently back and forth over the girl's working mouth. "Eat me, darling, eat me hard! Ohhh, 
that's right, that's right! Do it, slave, do it!"

She bent her head down again and ran her tongue along the length of the girl's quaking 
pit. Deeper and deeper she ran the spear, finally slithering it past the warm, wet entrance to 
the girl's trembling cave. Diana gasped and cried out in pleasure as she felt the black woman's
tongue driving hard into her aching pit, rolling and turning inside of her until it was buried in 
the depths of her taut, steaming tunnel and Lamia was sucking hard on her dripping pussy 
lips, chewing them viciously with her perfect teeth.

"Ohhh, eat me, Lamia, eat me hard," the girl moaned, tossing from side to side beneath 
the wanton woman. "Eat my pussy, hard, Lamia! Ohhh, God, God, eat me, eat me, hard hard, 
hard!"

Now the two women drove themselves at each other in a frenzy of hungry passion. They 
ate and sucked on their pussies with an almost insane lust and greed. Lamia drove her tongue 
in and out of the girl's quaking chamber in a fiery, rhythmic manner, slashing and sucking on 
her cunt as she powered her tongue in and out of the darling girl's boiling womb.

Diana's mouth sucked hard on Lamia's cunt, her tongue pumping faster and faster along 
the warm, juicy tunnel, her luscious lips locked onto Lamia's vaginal petals, drinking hungrily 
from the overflowing juice of pleasure that was seeping from the black woman's steaming pit.

Harder and harder they sucked and ate each other and the boiling need of their passion 
reached an agonizing fever pitch.

Lamia bucked and ground her pussy hard against the girl's eating mouth. She drove her 
own tongue faster and faster in and out of Diana's pussy. She could feel the girl's boiling 
womb nearing the moment of explosion and she sucked hungrily and determinedly on the 
young woman's cunt.

"Ohhh, God, oh God," Diana gasped, thrashing violently as the spasms overcame her. "I'm 
going to come, Lamia, I'm going to come, right, now! Ahhh, ohhh, yes, it's so good! Oooo, I'm 
going to come, going to come, going to come!"' An uncontrollable eruption quaked in her 
loins and the steaming, thick come flooded her pussy as she groaned and cried out in 
pleasure.

Again and again the violent tremors shook her and Lamia swallowed the boiling fluid of 
the' girl's release as it spilled into her drinking mouth.

Diana shivered with pleasure as the waves of delight washed over her. She nibbled 
greedily at the black woman's hot, damp cunt that was crushing her luscious mouth. Faster 
and harder she slammed her tongue into the depths of Lamia's hot pit. She could feel the 
woman growing tense and she was determined to make her feel the wonderful pleasures that 
she was experiencing.

Lamia groaned in pleasure and a sudden, overpowering spasm of passion ripped through 
her loins as she screamed in delight and the hot come burst into her taut tunnel, drenching 
the darling girl's mouth with the thick, creamy fluid of her orgasms. She bucked and screamed
and ground her pussy hard against Diana's face.

"I'm coming, you whore, I'm coming, slave," she moaned in aching relief. "Ahhh, yes, you 
have done it! I'm coming, coming, coming!"

Both of the woman sucked and drove their tongues in and out of their bursting canals. 
Again and again the spasms and tremors of passion and delight washed over them. They 
thrashed involuntarily with the tortured pleasure of climax that continued to rend their flesh 
with its stinging, marvelous power.

They moaned and gasped, grinding and crushing their mouths hard against each other's 
cunts, the overpowering orgasms seeming never to end, just going on and on and on. Finally, 
Lamia rolled off of the girl and lay beside her, sobbing for breath, the last, lingering traces of 
her pleasure rippling through her aching body.

She reached out and patted Diana's breasts, squeezing them gently, pleased to hear the 
young girl groan and sigh with pleasure under her lazy caress. She smiled happily and nodded
her head, speaking softly.

"That was only the beginning, slave," she whispered excitedly. "Only the beginning! Ahhh, I
believe you will work out just fine, just fine!"

CHAPTER SIX

Howard's worst and darkest fears had come true. After that angry, stupid argument with 
Diana, the distance between them had grown complete and final. He had seen her a day later, 
but she had acted as if he weren't even there.

At first, when she ignored him so completely, he thought that it was just anger. He 
understood and couldn't help but agree with her. She had a right to be mad at him, he had 
badgered her quite a bit.

But after a little while, he began to feel that it wasn't anger or teaching him a lesson that 
was going on with her. She really didn't see him in a sense. She was caught up in some kind of
strange state of mind. She didn't even realize exactly where she was most of the time, it 
seemed.

She walked around, did her business, but she was off in another world and he just couldn't
seem to reach her through the fog he saw that was clouding her mind. He followed her 
around, trying to talk but she just didn't hear him.

"Damn it, Diana," he finally said in a grim voice, taking her by the shoulders and shaking 
her. "Damn it, look at me, look at me! Don't you know me, don't you know who I am?"

She smiled sweetly, a smile that always caught his heart and made his loins tremble with 
excitement. "Of course I know you, darling," she laughed softly. "You're Templeton! Do you 
want me to tell you your address, too?"

"Stop it, stop it, Diana," he groaned, sagging his shoulders heavily. "There's something 
wrong with you, something terribly wrong!"

She laughed, a hollow, bitter laugh that frightened him worse than anything had ever 
frightened him before in his life. She shook her head, brushing the hair out of her eyes and 
regarded him with a cold, cruel smile.

"Nothing is wrong, I'm feeling fine," she said tonelessly. "But I wonder about you, Howard. 
Maybe you ought to seek out some help, you know?"

For the first time since he had met her, he felt like striking her. He held his anger in check 
and shook his head. "Oh, God, Diana," he groaned. "What has happened to you? What has 
that evil bitch done to you?"

"If you don't mind, Howard, I'm getting rather bored with all this," she sighed, looking 
around impatiently. "I have to leave now, perhaps we'll run into each other again sometime. I 
hope you're feeling better."

He looked on helplessly as she turned and left him, his heart beating wildly in his chest, his
stomach churning with fear and despair as it seemed like she was walking right out of his life.

But he wasn't about to give up that easily. He didn't know what to do about this but he 
was determined to try something. He went to the bar he usually hung out in and had two big, 
double scotches, trying to calm his nerves and figure out what to do next.

He was on his second scotch and just beginning to get the glow and needed lift from the 
drinks when he saw Phyllis Woodman enter the bar. It was strange for a teacher to be in the 
place and he smiled at her when she noticed him. She bought a glass of wine and joined him 
at the table.

"I don't see you in here very often," he said, trying to appear light about everything. 
"What's the occasion?"

Phyllis smiled and shook her head. She had fairly long blonde hair and it swirled around 
her shoulders in a pleasing manner. "Nothing, really, just mid-term blues. Everybody gets 
them, even teachers," she laughed.

"I know what you mean," groaned Howard, shaking his head and sighing heavily. "I'm a 
little bent out of shape myself."

"I noticed that," she nodded. "I wondered about it. You weren't as vocal and involved in 
the last couple of classes we've had. I'm worried about you, what's the problem? Is it Diana?"

"Yes, yes," he moaned, stifling a sudden sob that tore at his throat. "But it's... I don't how to
explain it. She's cut me completely out of her life."

"It's understandable, Howard," Phyllis said, patting his hand for comfort. "People change, 
especially when you are very young. You just have to accept it."

"Damn it, it's not that," he said fiercely. He shook his head and stared at her intently. "If it 
were merely a case of her getting tired or bored with me, I could handle it. I could get over it. 
But it's more than that, much more. It's something horrible that I don't know what to do 
about, Jesus, I don't even understand it!"

"Tell me about it," Phyllis said quietly. She held his hand tightly in her own and peered into
his eyes with concern. "Tell me all of it, Howard, all of it!"

So he poured it out to her. His fears, concerns, everything. She listened carefully with out 
interrupting him. He explained how he felt about Lamia and her influence over Diana. He 
knew it sounded insane and crazy and probably even as if he were going bats, but he spilled it
out anyway, determined to at least hear what somebody else thought of the damn thing.

"I know I sound really, really freaked out," he sighed when he finished. "But I can't help it! I 
don't care how crazy it seems, it's what I feel."

"It doesn't sound that crazy," Phyllis said after a moment. She stood up and nodded to 
him. "Come with me to my apartment, I want to show you something I have been working 
on."

Without another word she turned and left the bar and he followed her. She didn't speak as
they walked to her car and then drove to her apartment building. He had no idea what was 
happening, but at least she wasn't discounting his fears.

Once inside the apartment, she told him to make himself a drink and her one too. She 
went into the bedroom and returned just as he was sitting down on a couch, carrying a small 
folder. She sat down beside him and pulled out several sheets of paper, spreading them out 
on the table.

"I have been doing a little research on our Miss Abaddon, myself," she explained. "This 
isn't the first time a student has been captured by her charms. She is rather strange to say the 
least. For example, do you know what her first and last names mean?"

"No," Howard said, shaking his head and staring at the papers on the table than back up 
at her. "But I'm afraid to find out!"

"As well you might," Phyllis said grim. "Lamia comes from Greek mythology. It is the name 
of a monster that preyed on young people, drinking their blood. Abaddon, is another name 
for hell. Now how does that strike you?"

"Jesus Christ," he hissed fearfully. "What are you telling me? Just what do you mean to 
say?"

"I don't know, I really don't," sighed Phyllis, shifting the papers around on the table. "But I 
have always been a little put off by that woman. She is very strange and very weird. I mean, I 
don't think she's a demon or anything, but nobody knows who or what she is and a couple of 
girls have just suddenly disappeared after having dealt with her. It makes me very uneasy."

"It makes you uneasy," gasped Howard. He stood up and began pacing the room. "That's 
funny, that's a real laugh! I'm terrified! I have to get Diana away from her, I have to get 
between them! If I don't... I... oh, Christ!"

He sat back down and put his head in his hands. He was breathing laboriously, and quiet 
sobs were tearing at his chest. Phyllis put her arms around him and held him tightly.

"She's going to disappear, she is, she is," he moaned over and over. "I can see it now! Oh, 
God, poor Diana, poor, my love! One day she'll be gone, just like Tina! She'll be gone, she'll be
gone!"

"No she won't, Howard, no she won't," cooed Phyllis, gently rocking him back and forth in 
her arms. "We'll do something, I promise you we will!"

He groaned and leaned his weight against her. His arm was pressing tightly against her 
breasts and he could feel the warmth of her breath against his cheek. He sighed deeply and 
shivered with a spasm of pleasure as she tenderly ran her fingers through his hair.

He turned his head and their eyes met in a fierce, intense glance. She bent forward and 
pressed her lips to his, gently moving them back and forth, turning her head from side to side 
as they kissed.

Howard moaned, the passion and need welling up inside of him. He put his arms around 
her and ran his tongue over her bright, even teeth. They parted willingly and he suddenly felt 
her tongue slashing hungrily at his as her mouth greedily mashed hard over his dry, quivering 
lips.

"Think of nothing, Howard, nothing," she cooed sensuously, her mouth moving deliciously 
over his. "Now is the time to forget everything! Only us matters right now, only us!"

Hungrily their tongues entwined, curling and slashing around each other in a urgent dance
of love and need. Her mouth tasted faintly of a sweet lipstick and her perfumed hair tickled his
nostrils with its pleasing odor. His fingers ran greedily over her back, pressing hard against her
rippling spine through the thin material of her blouse.

She groaned in delight and arched her back, shivering with pleasure as he slithered his 
fingers to the base of her spine and paused at the proud swell of her pert behind. She shook 
her head and whispered erotically.

"Don't stop there, Howard, don't stop there," she cooed softly, urging him on with her fine,
tight body. "Touch me everywhere! Oh, God, how I have wanted you to touch me! Please, 
please, let us make love right now! Right now!"

Sighing as the spasms of wanting careened through his aching loins, he lightly rode the 
tips of his fingers over her soft, delicious bottom. She groaned and shivered in delight as she 
felt him curl his fingers beneath her precious buns, digging them in through her skirt, gripping
and squeezing them hungrily with his strong, young digits.

She gasped and shivered in loving pleasure, rocking her luscious bottom up and down 
against his hands, moaning as the tingling spasms of delight rippled through her loins.

Hungrily she fumbled with the buttons to her blouse, pulling them free. "My breasts, oh, 
God, Howard, play with my breasts," she groaned, her voice tight with the building greed that 
was racing through her loins. "I want you to play with my tits right now!"

She reached down and caught hold of his wrist, bringing one hand up to her stomach. He 
felt her flesh growing warm and tingling under his palm as he slowly slid it upward to her 
tight, sheer bra. He curled his fingers around one, spongy globe and gave it a gentle, tender 
squeeze.

She squealed in delight and thrust her body against his hand. He groaned in aching 
pleasure as he felt her mouth kissing his neck hungrily and he gripped and massaged her full, 
ample boob with his determined digits, feeling the taut, hard nipple digging into his flesh 
through the sheer halter.

His other hand slithered around over the top of her skirt and ran down over her warm, soft
thigh, his fingertips dancing over her flesh in a greedy search for more of her luxurious skin. 
She moaned softly as she felt the hand disappear beneath her skirt, gripping and squeezing as
it went along, searching hungrily for her moist, trembling inner thigh.

"Oooo, yeah, yeah, baby," she whispered sensuously, parting her thighs for easy access to 
his seeking prongs. "That's what I like. Ummmm, touch me there! Touch my aching cunt, 
please!"

He laughed gruffly, feeling his prick begin to pound urgently as his fingers drew near to 
her quivering mound. Gently he caressed the thin panties that covered the delicious hillock. 
She gasped and shook involuntarily with the contact of his hand, rocking her cunt from side 
to side as he gently rubbed the palm of his hand up and down over her thin panties.

The thick, creamy moistness of her pussy had soaked her panties with her damp juice and 
soon his fingertips and palm were wet with her passionate fluid and he was pressing hard 
against her cunt mound, feeling the excited heat rising through the material, baking his 
working digits.

"God, am I ever getting turned on," he moaned, feeling his balls begin to ache with greed 
and desire. "Ohhh, man, Phyllis, am I ever feeling good!"

She chuckled happily, dropping one of her hands to his lap, curling her fingers lovingly 
around the thick bulge in the front of his pants. He gasped with the intense pleasure that 
quaked in his loins when she touched him. Tenderly she slithered her fingers up and down 
along his shaft, pinching and tugging on his manhood through his trousers.

"Ummm, it's growing nice and hard, isn't it," she laughed softly, pinching the thick, hard 
head of his prick between her thumb and forefinger. "I just love a good, hard prick! I just love 
it!"

Her words and the way she passionately caressed his aching shaft were enough to make 
his fevered blood boil even hotter. He slithered his hand up over her warm, flat belly and 
began to tug on her panties. She laughed softly and stood up from the couch, taking his hand
in hers.

She led him into a bedroom and slithered out of her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. 
Quickly she unhooked her bra and tossed the unwanted garment aside. He was climbing out 
of his clothes, his eyes glued to her magnificent body. Her breasts jiggled enticingly as she 
unhooked the skirt and slipped out of it, running her panties to the floor and stepping daintily
out of them, also.

She stood before him, completely nude, her luscious globes rising and falling erotically 
with her labored breathing, her damp, blonde cunt hair slick and glistening with the creamy 
juice that was flowing from her womb.

He pushed his underpants to the floor and stood before her,' his prick hard and straight, 
waving in the air. She smiled lovingly and reached out, curling her pert, delicate fingers 
around the thick, massive prong, squeezing it gently in her darling fist.

"Oooo, I can feel the hot blood pounding in it, Howard," she whispered softly, bending 
forward and tickling his ear with her delicious tongue. "It's so hard and warm! I can't wait to 
feel it inside me, I just can't wait!"

The passion in her voice was overpowering and while she gently gripped and squeezed his
trapped prick, running her tongue around the rim of his ear, blowing a warm, enticing current 
of air against his flesh, his own fingers busily ran down over her stomach and belly, curling 
themselves around her moist, thick cunt hair.

He slithered the tips of his digits around her twitching clit, feeling the tiny bud grow firm 
and erect and tingle with delight under the tender stroking fingers. She groaned in a deep, 
aching tone as he rolled the sweet button back and forth, pulling on it until she was gasping 
with need and thrusting her cunt against his hand in an urgent greed.

Gently he rolled his fingers up and down along the length of her trembling, warm cunt 
lips. The soft, swollen petals quivering in response and he twirled his digits between them, 
feeling the aching heat bursting from her fevered womb and her body quaking violently as he 
caressed her.

"Ahhh, so good, so nice," she was moaning, swaying back and forth under his fevered 
attack. "Ummm, yeah, yeah! Uh-huh, uh-huh! Do it, baby, do it to me, yeah!"

She gasped with pleasure as she felt his fingers probing the entrance to her taut, damp 
tunnel. Her legs were wide apart and his other hand was cupped beneath the spongy half 
moons of her buttocks. He caressed them lovingly, squeezing and massaging them as he 
pressed two fingers beyond her burning cave, opening and slithered them inside of her.

She screamed softly with delight as she felt the marvelous spears penetrating her hot 
tunnel. She groaned as he twisted and twirled the invading prongs deep into her luscious 
canal, pulling her pussy to his hand by her darling ass.

She pumped her delightful fingers up and down on his aching pole, gripping and 
squeezing his meat with her wonderful digits, tugging his cock from left to right, making the 
fiery ache race through his prick and balls.

"Ohh, God, oh, God, Phyllis, that's so good! That's so fucking good," he gasped, his legs 
feeling weak and unsteady as she rode his throbbing shaft with her tightly gripped fist. "Ohhh,
Jesus, I can't stand it, it's so good! I just can't stand it!"

She laughed happily and sighed contentedly as his fingers drove to the depths of her 
fevered cave, tickling her moist, inner walls. He slowly began to pump the sunken prongs in 
and out of her hot, trembling pit and the lovely young woman shivered uncontrollably and 
gasped with each, powerful stroke of his mighty hand.

They were locked in a violent, throbbing rhythm of love, their hands gripping and 
attacking their thundering organs, trying to make each other cry out in the luscious pain and 
pleasure of their passion.

He felt her pushing his prick down along her belly, sliding it between her moist, warm 
thighs. The tip of his engorged rod rode lovingly up and down along her damp and trembling 
cunt petals and he took his hand away, allowing her to part the delicious lips and slither his 
prick beyond her aching entrance.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes," she moaned, rising up on her toes, as the hard, thick rod slithered inside
of her. "All of it, all of it! Give me all of your cock, you wonderful bastard! Give me all of it!"

She bucked violently, driving his prick inside of her, burying the huge shaft to the hilt in 
her hungry cave. He could feel her strong, luscious cunt muscles locking around his cock, 
pulling him inside and holding him there. She laughed breathlessly in pleasure and put her 
arms around him, forcing his head to her round, ample breasts.

He licked and lathered the creamy, moist flesh, kissing her pert, hard nipples and slashing 
at them with his rough, seeking tongue. She moaned in pleasure and began to rock back and 
forth on her heels, sliding the huge prick back and forth along her taut inner walls.

"Fuck me, you bastard, fuck me," she groaned urgently, grinding her cunt mound against 
his belly. "Fuck me hard, fuck me hard! Ohhh, Jesus, Howard, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"

Gently he backed her toward the bed, wrapping his arms tightly around her and lifting her 
up on to the soft, pliant mattress. She shivered in delight as he fell on top of her, his prick 
never once leaving her luscious, tight pit. He rose up on his hands and poised himself above 
her, twirling his cock in the depths of her fiery pit, making intense, aching spasms of pleasure 
erupt in her fevered cave.

"Ahhh, you're nice and hot and tight," he moaned softly, feeling the marvelous sensations 
of her gripping, tingling cunt surrounding his buried rod. "It's good, Phyllis, it's very good!"

He bucked forward, driving his cock deep into her cunt, then he pulled back and rocked 
from side to side in a teasing fashion. She groaned and shivered, bucking her pussy up to his 
thick, pounding shaft, trying desperately to gather it inside of her once again.

Slowly he began to pump his hard, massive shaft in and out of her damp, quivering pit. 
She rolled with his driving strokes, moaning and digging her nails into his back as he rode her 
luscious tunnel. The screaming spasms of delight were tearing through both of them and their
blood and fevered come were churning hard in their tortured loins.

Faster and faster he drove his prick into her. She sighed and groaned, slamming her belly 
hard to meet his, making the room echo with the resounding smack of their meeting flesh and
the loud, continuous groans that escaped their lips.

"Oooo, yeah, ride me, baby, ride me," she cooed softly, holding him tightly to her. 
"Ummm, that's the way, that's the way! Uh-huh, uh-huh, ohhhh, you fine son of a bitch! 
Ummm, what a good fuck! What a good fuck you are!" His balls ached painfully and his prick 
felt almost ten times its size as he powered his tortured shaft in and out of her boiling pit. Her 
steaming inner walls locked tightly around the driving shaft and she found the rhythm of his 
fucking and joined him in the motion of his plunging shaft. Soon they were acting as if they 
were one, bucking and riding each other with a frenzied greed, the intense and powerful 
desires building to a fevered pitch in their throbbing organs.

He could feel her pussy growing tight and poised as she neared her moment of exquisite 
agony. She was gasping and thrashing about beneath him as the uncontrollable spasms tore 
through her and licked with a flaming fury at her aching flesh.

"Oooo, yes, baby, yes," she sighed in pleasure as she ground her cunt hard against his 
pounding rod. "I'm going to come, baby, I'm going to come! Here I come, ummm, here I go! 
Ohhh, you sweet prick, it's going to be so good, so God damn good!"

She thrust her cunt at him in an uncontrollable burst of need and screamed softly as the 
violent, quaking spasm of her orgasm suddenly washed over her and the boiling fluid of her 
thick come burst from her loins and flooded her already tightly packed chamber. She cried out
in feverish greed and shook involuntarily as the rocking delight of her climax almost tore her 
loins apart.

He rammed his prick into her again and again, feeling the violent, luscious delight of her 
coming as her pussy muscles flexed spasmodically around his plunging shaft and she swayed 
with the wonderful pleasure of her release. He moaned in delight as the quaking passion 
continued in her burning pit. His prick was growing more and more tense and it felt as if his 
balls would explode as he buried himself in the depths of her darling canal.

She ground herself against him and urged him on with her cunt and hand cupping his 
throbbing balls. "Come, baby, come," she cooed softly, squeezing the aching stones in her 
delicate palm. "Come in me, now! Oooo, I want to feel you come! Come, baby, come right 
now!"

Harder and faster he rode her exploding tunnel. Each stroke made his nuts and prick hurt 
with a mixture of pain and pleasure that was almost unbearable. She kissed and caressed him 
feeling him grow nearer and nearer to the final, intense moment of his relief.

Suddenly he groaned in an aching sigh and buried his cock in her womb, bucking and 
thrashing violently as the spasms of pleasure took control of him completely. She felt a 
violent, thick burst of come shoot from his prick and sear her inner walls with it creamy 
passion. She felt him shuddering uncontrollably in her cunt and she laughed with delight as 
he bucked in and out of her spasmodically.

"I'm coming, I'm coming in you," he gasped breathlessly, moaning with the violence of his 
exquisite agony. "Ohhh, Jesus, I'm coming so good, so fucking good! Yes! Yes! Yes! I'm 
coming, Phyllis, oh, Jesus, am I ever coming good!"

Again and again they drove their exploding bodies against each other. Their fierce passion
was almost unbearable and they groaned and sighed with each new tortured spasm of 
pleasure that rippled and raced through their loins. It seemed as if it would never end and 
when they finally broke apart, they lay side by side, sobbing for breath, the last, lingering 
traces of their lust still lashing their bodies in pleasing tremors of delight.

"Ohhh, God," he said, gasping and moaning with tortured breath. "That was great! That 
was just great!"

She wrapped her fingers around his prick and murmured happily. "I know, I know! I 
haven't felt that good in ages!"

She snuggled close to him, gently stroking his hard, still throbbing shaft and sighed 
contentedly. She did not know what would happen after this, but at least for a little while, they
could forget about Diana and Lamia Abaddon. Right now, they were safe, safe in the moist, 
warm rapture of their passion.

"We'll be all right, darling, we'll be all right," she murmured softly, kissing his shoulder in a 
lovingly manner. "I promise you, we'll be alright!"

Howard didn't know whether he believed her or not, but one thing was sure, for the 
moment at least, he had a friend, someone that might be able to help him and that was all he 
could hope for right now.

CHAPTER SEVEN

There wasn't much they could do about Diana except watch her, Howard supposed. As the
mid-term arrived, he tried to keep close to the girl but she seemed to be able to avoid him 
quite well.

He tried to talk to her but she wanted nothing to do with him. She went so far as to give 
instructions to the floor director in her dorm not to let him enter the building. She had put 
him far out of her life and she wanted it that way.

What she was learning and feeling with Lamia was more important than some silly little 
love affair with a college boy. She was becoming part of Lamia's world and had no intention of
leaving it.

She studied hard for the exams but she really didn't give a damn about them. What was 
more important now was the fact that in the evening, Lamia was going to show her the final 
test she must pass to be completely enveloped by the world she had been introduced to.

She seemed to be floating on air these days, her heart in a constant flutter over all the 
possibilities of her life with the luscious older woman. Nothing was more important to her 
now than falling completely into Lamia's life and world and that was why she avoided Howard.
He was nice, but he already suspected too much. She didn't intend to have him fuck any of 
this up.

Howard had tried to talk with her that morning but she skillfully put him off when he 
questioned her about what she was doing over the vacation.

"I'm going on a little trip," she lied, smiling her bright, cheery smile that always worked to 
put him off his guard. "I'm going to visit a friend in California. We're going to travel up the 
coast and camp as we go along. It'll be lots of fun I'm sure!"

"How come I find it hard to believe that," he insisted. "Why is it that nothing you tell me 
strikes me as the truth any longer?"

"Howard, you're becoming a real bore, you know that," she hissed grimly. She shook her 
head and sighed. "I don't really care what you believe. Do you understand that? Now I want 
you to leave me alone before I have to complain to somebody about you. Understand, 
Howard? Just leave me the fuck alone!"

With that she left him and stomped away, feeling that she had done enough now to get 
him out of her hair. She knew that he would be frightened by her threat and wouldn't bother 
her anymore. She felt a chill go up and down her spine as she realized he was staring intently 
after her, but she shook off the feeling and set her mind to looking forward to the evening 
ahead of her.

Howard grit his teeth and shook his head as he watched her leave. She wasn't going on 
any God damn vacation, he knew that much. He hurried over to Phyllis's office, determined to 
get to the bottom of this problem today.

"I'm going to follow her," he said grimly as he sat down in the chair behind her desk. "I'm 
going to follow her and see where she goes. I don't care what happens or what I find out, I'm 
not letting her out of my sight."

"This would be the time for her to go Tina's route, wouldn't it," sighed Phyllis sighing 
grimly. "I have this uneasy feeling about everything. I agree, it's time we quit messing around 
with this."

"I don't know what to do otherwise," he moaned softly. He shook his head and nervously 
lit up a cigarette. "I never smoked before all this shit," he laughed sourly. "Now look at me, I'm
a wreck."

Phyllis reached out her hand and touched the side of his cheek. She had grown quite fond 
of him and if she admitted to herself, she would be perfectly happy if Diana Prine were to 
disappear for good. She wanted the young man for herself. But that was a foolish and unkind 
thought and besides, he wouldn't be able to free himself from the girl until he was satisfied 
that she was all right.

"I believe it's a good idea. But I don't know about you following her, dear," she said evenly.
"She'll be keeping an eye out for you, I think if I stay on her trail, she won't pay any attention 
to me. I think that's a better idea."

"I don't know," he groaned. He sighed heavily and wrapped his arms around himself. "I 
wish I knew why I felt so dangerous about all this. Somehow something horrible is going on 
and it scares the hell out of me. I don't want you hurt, too!"

She laughed softly, giving her pretty head a shake. "Don't worry about me, Howard, I'm no
hero," she assured him. "I'm not about to mix in anything that might be more than I can 
handle. I'll just keep my eyes on her, that's all."

They agreed that she would call him and keep him informed on what was going on. He 
stood and was about to leave when she caught his hand and pulled it to her lips, kissing it 
softly with her moist, succulent lips.

"Trust me, dear, dear, Howard," she whispered sensuously. "I know what I'm doing! Just 
trust me."

"I will, I will," he said, smiling down at her. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers in an 
urgent, passionate kiss. "After this is over... When I can think again..." She shook her head, 
putting a finger to his lips. "Don't say it, don't say anything," she said softly. "You don't need 
to. Let's just get this over with, shall we? Then we can talk."

They parted and Howard went back to his apartment to wait. It was a horrible, lonely 
afternoon and evening. He could not seem to think or feel anything but the gnawing fear that 
was eating at his insides. Something evil and deadly was going on between Diana and Lamia 
Abaddon, he thought. Something he was afraid he could do nothing about. He wished he 
hadn't let Phyllis do the work he should be doing. He could not shake the fear and dread that 
it was all wrong, all of it all wrong!

Phyllis finished the last of her work and walked over to Diana's dorm. She had left a 
message for the girl that she wanted to see her before she left the campus and she carried 
along some papers that she had doctored up as an excuse for seeing the girl.

Diana was carrying a suitcase when she met Phyllis in the large ground floor hall of her 
building and she was clearly impatient to get going. Phyllis gave her a story about needing 
her signature on the papers so that she could put in the grade she was giving her.

"Going home," she asked pleasantly, staring down at the bag. "It must be nice to have 
some family to go to, mine are all dead," she added warmly.

"Oh, I'm very sorry," Diana said nervously, trying to remove herself from the scene. "But I'm
not going home, I'm taking a trip to California. I'm catching the seven o'clock plane tonight, 
so if you'll excuse me, Ms. Woodman, I really have to get going."

"Certainly, certainly," nodded Phyllis. "Don't let me keep you one more minute! Have a 
nice vacation and I'll see you in a couple of weeks."

She watched as the girl nodded and left the hall. She waited a few moments then followed
after her. She kept a good distance behind her and had to stand in the cold for a few minutes 
as she watched Diana climb aboard the special bus taking people to the airport.

When the bus pulled away, Phyllis hurried to her car and slowly followed behind the van, 
hoping that no one would notice her car in the light snow storm that was beginning to 
surround the area. She didn't know why she felt so strongly about following the bus but she 
wasn't surprised when it pulled over a couple of miles out of town and she saw, as she passed 
the parked van, Diana getting off.

She prayed the girl had not seen her and went a mile or so down the road until she saw a 
secondary road and turned off. She backed around and moved her car at a crawling pace back
to the place where the girl had left the bus.

Through the falling flakes she saw the girl standing by the side of the road, her bag in her 
hand. Suddenly a car pulled up, the long, black model that Lamia Abaddon drove and the girl 
quickly got inside.

Phyllis watched as the woman turned around and drove back toward town. There was no 
reason for her to rush now, she knew exactly where they were going. Taking her time, she 
drove through the main street and then up to the lonely top of the hill, gently gliding by the 
drive way of Lamia Abaddon's house just in time to see, through the trees, the lights of the 
woman's car being shut off.

She continued driving, heading back toward the bottom of the hill. She parked in front of 
the bar where she had talked to Howard that bad afternoon and quickly rushed inside. She 
had to wait a few moments for the telephone to be free and when she finally got to it, she 
quickly dialed his number.

"You were right, dear," she said breathlessly when he answered. "She isn't going anywhere.
She got on the bus, but Lamia picked her up outside of town and took her back to her house."

"What are we going to do," Howard groaned in fear and pain. "What are we going to do 
now? That woman has her under a spell, I swear she does!"

"Take it easy, darling," cooed Phyllis, lovingly. "You just sit tight while I take a look at what's
happening. I'll be back to you in an hour or so, all right?"

"You be careful, that's all," he warned, his voice tight and constrained. "I don't want 
something happening to you, too."

She chuckled happily. "I don't intend to become bewitched, don't worry about that," she 
laughed. "I'm just going to do a little spying, that's all! I'll get back to you."

She hung up the phone and got back into her car, driving slowly back up the hill toward 
the big, hidden house at the top. She parked the car a few hundred feet away and made her 
way through the trees to the house. From inside she could hear a strange, almost chanting 
sound, it seemed and she walked around the building, trying to find a window to peer into.

She was just about to hoist herself up on a window ledge for a better view when she heard
footsteps behind her. Her arms were pinned behind her back and a cloth thrown over her 
eyes.

"How nice of you to drop in," she heard a laughing voice say in her darkness. "We always 
can use a few more guests," Lamia Abaddon chuckled, adding, "I hope you'll find what you 
were looking for!"

Howard waited for two hours but finally could not stand it anymore. He threw on his coat 
and made the long walk up the steep hill to Lamia Abaddon's home. He saw Phyllis's car 
parked down the street when he reached the top and a shiver of pure terror ran through him.

He quickly made his way through the wet, hard-packed snow to the house. It seemed to 
be glowing with a thousand lights from within and when he tried the front door, it clicked 
open with a loud pop.

He slipped inside, rubbing his hands against the sudden warmth that greeted him. He 
softly called out Diana and Phyllis's names but his voice merely echoed quietly around the 
great hall he was standing in. He could hear the sound of chanting coming from another 
room.

He followed the hypnotic, vibrant noise, walking along a high, wide hallway, the sound 
growing nearer and stronger with each step that he took. His heart was beating fast as he 
reached the end of the hall. A huge set of heavy, wooden, double doors stood in front of him.

He reached out and touched the handles. His fingers curled around them and he was just 
about to pull them open when he heard someone coming up behind him. He spun on his 
heels to see who it was, but before he completed his turn, something hard crashed down on 
top of his head and the world exploded into a brilliant flash of light that quickly faded into 
blackness.

CHAPTER EIGHT

When he swam up out of the darkness, sound and light assaulted his brain with a searing 
fire of consciousness. His head ached horribly and he found he could barely take a breath. He 
blinked a couple of times to get the blur out of his eyes and slowly everything came into view.

He was in a large, lushly decorated room. There were lots of people standing around in 
robes and masks, chanting. At the other end of the room, beneath a huge statue and altar of a
man-goat, looming above them, stood Lamia and the two young women.

He sucked in his breath in horror as he saw what was going on. Lamia was wearing a plush,
red robe. In either of her hands was a golden chain that led to a golden collar around either 
girl's neck.

Phyllis and Diana were nude except for the brightly glistening collars and now Lamia 
forced both of them to their knees in front of her, jangling the chains as she slipped down.

"Ahhh, I see our curious young man is with us, now," Lamia laughed softly. Her black skin 
shimmered under the light of a thousand candles and she smiled a cruel, wicked grin. "How 
nice to have company for our little rite of love!"

"What the fuck is going on, here," Howard said. He tried to get to his feet but found he 
was tightly bound to the chair he was sitting in. "Let me loose, you monster! Leave them 
alone! Let me loose!"

"Now, now, Howard," cooed the elegant black woman. "Is that anyway to act? After all, I 
don't remember inviting you or Ms. Woodman to my little ceremony, now did I? The very least
you could do is keep your mouth shut!"

"What are you going to do with us," he hissed violently. "What kind of plans has that sick 
mind of yours made up for us? Tell me, damn it, tell me!"

"You, you are going to take a long rest after tonight," she explained in a sly voice. "I have 
no use for you and it would amuse me to see you shut far away in some spot where you can't 
meddle in my affairs any longer. As for these two, well, they are about to become brides of my
master! They are about to cross the great gulf from which there is no return! Watch as they 
prepare themselves! Watch as they go through the final act! Watch, watch, watch!"

Her voice had become a wild, wailing cry and she rattled the chains once again giving the 
women a command in a tongue that he could not understand.

Diana and Phyllis turned to each other and Howard wanted to scream as he watched them
embrace. Their mouths met in a wet, hungry kiss, their teeth parting as their luscious lips 
crushed together in a hungry caress. Their tongues slithered and slashed against their teeth, 
curling and entwining in a loving dance of passion.

Diana cooed and whispered erotically, her lips fluttering passionately against the other 
woman's. "Ahhh, yes, now we will become part of the life," she moaned in a deep voice. "As 
your flesh touches mine, we become part of it! Kiss me, Phyllis, touch me! I need it and you! It 
and you!"

Hungrily Phyllis slithered her hand down over the girls rippling back. She ran her fingers 
over Diana's pert, jutting buttocks and squeezed them lovingly in her grasp. The young girl 
moaned and shivered, sighing with the intense pleasure of the woman's caress.

Phyllis pulled her soft, spongy half moons apart and slithered her fingers up and down 
along the cleft of Diana's anal pit. The young girl almost leaped away from her the pleasure 
was so intense and her own, darling hands crept up along Phyllis's hard, flat stomach toward 
her full round breasts.

Lovingly she wrapped her dainty fingers around the luscious globes. She kneaded and 
massaged the magnificent mounds, the tips of her thumbs riding back and forth over Phyllis's 
hard, rosy nipples. The woman groaned as the fiery agony began to build in her loins and she 
felt herself sucked downward into a swirling pool of aching desire.

The two women swayed on their knees beside each other. Phyllis twirled and. pressed with
her finger against Diana's tight, dark anal dot. She could feel the tiny entrance quivering in 
anticipation and need and the creamy, thick juices of the girl's lust began to flow as the 
seeking prong slowly slipped into the hot, damp pit of Diana's tortured bum.

"Oooo, yes, yes," cooed the younger woman. She thrust her bottom against Phyllis's hand 
and bucked her soft, moist buttocks hard against the caressing palm. "Put it in me, yes! Ohhh, 
Phyllis, Phyllis, put your finger in my asshole now!"

Phyllis no longer knew or cared where she was. All she could think about was her finger 
gently disappearing along Diana's tight, hot anal tunnel walls and the way the marvelous girl 
was gripping and teasing her tits, pulling on them and mashing them hard against her aching 
chest.

She forced her finger deep into the burning asshole and twirled it around, feeling Diana 
buck and shiver with the penetration. Diana's mouth slithered down over her moist, warm 
neck, kissing and licking her way toward Phyllis's jiggling, round breasts.

She lathered the creamy flesh with her pink, pointed tongue and nibbled hungrily on the 
alabaster mounds with her sharp, even teeth. Phyllis gasped and groaned, quaking with the 
wild sensations that were tearing through her tits and loins and she began to pump her finger
in and out of the girl's asshole with a determined rhythm of love.

Diana's hands traveled lovingly over Phyllis's body, kneading and tugging on her flesh, 
searching greedily for the older woman's moist, warm pit. She tickled the damp hair that 
surrounded her crotch, slithering her fingers up and down along the quivering cleft between 
her swollen cunt petals. She twirled her fingers around between them, spreading them apart, 
pinching them in her grip.

"Oh, yes, oh, yes," sighed Phyllis, shivering uncontrollably. "In me, damn it, put them in me,
now! Ahhh, it's so good, it's so very, very good!"

Sighing happily, Diana gently rode two of her slender prongs along the taut, hot tunnel. 
The older woman bucked and groaned, thrusting her cunt hard against the seeking spears, 
thrilling to the luscious sensation of them tickling and scratching against her damp interior.

Lovingly Diana forced her fingers deep into the boiling cave, burying them to the hilt in 
Phyllis's boiling pit. She found the rhythmic pumping of the woman's finger that was now 
riding steadily in and out of her sweet, pert bum and she joined the motion with her own 
digits, following Phyllis's every stroke. The two of them were gasping and moaning loudly 
now, swaying and shaking in spasms of uncontrollable ecstasy. They fell to their sides on the 
floor and drew their bodies tightly together, loving each touch they gave each other as their 
hands and mouths continued to assault their aching flesh.

Diana rolled Phyllis onto her back and ran her tongue over the woman's glistening breasts.
She opened her mouth and caught a single nipple between her sparkling, white teeth, sucking
it over her lips, kissing the alabaster background of the delicious globe as she slashed hungrily
at the woman's pert, rosy nipple.

Phyllis groaned as the powerful pleasure tore through her. She drove her finger deep into 
Diana's bum and pulled the girl's pussy around and toward her hungry mouth. She sighed in 
aching need as the sweet young lady lifted one leg over her head and settled her pussy down 
over Phyllis's eager mouth.

"Eat me, Phyllis, eat me hard," the girl moaned in pleasure as she felt the older woman's 
lips caressing her damp, hot pussy lips. "Ohhh, God, God, eat me, Phyllis! Eat me, eat me, eat 
me!"

Hungrily Phyllis slithered her tongue along the moist, damp cleft between Diana's 
twitching pussy petals. The lips parted willingly and allowed her to slither her tongue beyond 
her steaming entrance. She moaned as she felt the older woman drive her seeking love arrow 
deep into her throbbing cunt while she ground her hips and pussy hard on the chewing 
mouth.

Lovingly Diana's own, precious lips ran over Phyllis's belly, tickling and catching the thin 
strands of cunt hair in her teeth. She curled her tongue around the woman's trembling clit and
lathered it wickedly with her pink dart.. Phyllis felt an intense and fiery lust boiling powerfully 
in her loins and she thrust her pussy hard against the girl's working lips.

Gently Diana slithered her tongue inside of Phyllis's quaking pit. The woman gasped and 
shuddered involuntarily as she felt the wonderful spear going deep inside of her aching cave.

"Ohhh, God, God. Diana," she moaned. "Eat me, darling, eat me hard!"

Diana forced more and more of her pleasing spear into Phyllis's pit, locking her teeth 
around the warm, slippery flesh of her cunt lips, sucking the marvelous and tasty juice from 
her damp cunt.

Phyllis felt her body quaking with desire and she hungrily slid her tongue in and out of 
Diana's cave, sucking the juice from her cunt, feeling her finger touching the thin membrane 
that separated the girl's cunt from her anal tunnel. She rode both of her pleasing tools in and 
out of Diana's hot tunnel in a rhythmic, powerful motion, each stroke driving the girl deeper 
and deeper into the flaming pool of her desire.

Now the two of them were locked tightly together in a frenzy of fire and passion that 
could not be denied. Their tongues rammed in and out of their pussies with a powerful, 
greedy force and they licked and sucked their pussy lips with a greedy wantonness. Faster and
harder they ate at each other, both of them feeling their passion reaching the exquisite 
moment of release.

Diana bucked and swayed over Phyllis's quaking body. Her hands cupped and kneaded 
the woman's breasts as she powered her tongue along the hot, boiling tunnel of Phyllis's 
burning pit. She felt the woman growing more and more drawn as if she were a bow of 
human pleasure. She buried her tongue in the depths of Phyllis's steaming cave and ground 
her mouth fiercely on the throbbing pussy.

"Ohhh, God, I'm going to come," moaned Phyllis, the intense, overwhelming power of 
approaching orgasm taking control. "I'm going to come, Diana, I'm going to come any 
moment now! Yes, yes, yes! Come, come, come!"

The whole room was chanting the single word over and over now as a sudden, intense 
explosion erupted in Phyllis's loins and the creamy, thick fluid of her desire burst from her 
loins and splashed against the young girl's greedy lips as a powerful rush of pleasure overtook
her partner as well.

A scream from far away that roared in Howard's ear made his mind explode with pain as 
he watched what was happening in front of him. It was a long time before he realized that it 
was doming from his own mouth...

* * *

Fall took hold of the air and the whispers had long since faded into irregular gossip. It was 
amusing to giggle over the story of Ms. Woodman and Diana Prine running off together, and 
it was good for a sad, heavy sigh when people thought of poor Howard Templeton locked 
away in the asylum. He'd gone quite mad over losing the girl.

And Lamia Abaddon's classes were more popular than ever as she began the semester 
talking of her great, great-grandfather who had predicted her birth a long, long time ago...

THE END
