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  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 t
ongue 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?"