Laura
                              

     Chapter 285
     
     
     
     
     Deshona called while Sara was staying over.
Fortunately, Sara was asleep in Laura's bed.  She did not
wake up when the phone rang since Laura usually kept the
ringer turned off on her bedroom phone.  She and Sara had
been soul-fucking for about two hours, and both were
satiated and exhausted.
     
     Laura had been watching her sleep when the phone rang
in the living room.  Watching Sara sleep was an ethereal
pleasure for her.  Sometimes she would lie beside her, head
propped up by her crooked elbow and palm, and watch her as
if time had come to a stop and only this sweet, intimate
moment would last for eternity.  Sara was angelic when she
slept, and Laura did not even feel the urge to fuck her.
She only wanted to adore her in silence.
     
     Carefully, not to awaken her, she slipped off the bed,
pulled on her bathrobe, and answered the phone in the living
room.
     
     "I had to call you since you'll never call me, now that
you're involved," Deshona said, sounding a little querulous
but also vaguely plaintive.
     
     "Deshona!  God, how great to hear your voice!"  But
Laura was whispering, even though overjoyed.
     
     "What's the matter, is she there?"  Deshona had
instinctively lowered her own voice, though she was on the
other end of the line.
     
     "Yes," Laura responded after a pause.  "But she's
asleep."
     
     Deshona laughed softly.  "Are you wearing that poor
girl out, Laura?  I know how you can be when you're in
love."
     
     This was an uncomfortable moment for Laura, though part
of her also thrilled at Deshona's teasing.  Before Sara, and
before a seemingly inevitable string of contretemps and
disappointments, she had been seriously 'in love' with
Deshona.  One of her numerous deep infatuations.  It was a
little unfair now of Deshona to act as if Laura alone had
been so emotionally involved, since she herself had been
equally smitten.  But something in her icy reserve and her
bizarre commitment to her ex-husband Charles, with whom she
fought continuously and who had run off with a blonde once
already, had prevented Deshona from being able to completely
bond with Laura in their relationship.
     
     She sensed Laura's embarrassment.  "Sorry.  I didn't
mean that."
     
     "Did too," Laura pouted playfully.  "God, I love
hearing your voice."
     
     "Come down and see me, Laura. I mean when you get the
chance.  I don't want to disrupt your little endless
honeymoon.  I just need to see you."
     
     "Next week?"
     
     "Fine.  I'm home all week, but I'll be in and out.
Give me a call first."
     
     Laura could not get free until Thursday, and when she
did Deshona was suddenly gone out of town on a business
emergency and would not be back until the following week.
She left a voice mail message.
     
     "Laura, I have to go to Baltimore for three days.  I'm
sorry.  I really am.  God, I was burning up, thinking about
seeing you.  I have something I want to show you."  There
was a pause, and Laura thought she could hear accelerated
breathing.  Her own breath was certainly accelerating.
"It's been so long," Deshona said, softly.  "I really miss
you."  Another pause.  "I'll be back on Sunday.  I think you
said you spend the weekends with your new amour toujours,
right?  Lucky her.  But I'll be too tired then anyway.  Try
and call me Monday, if you can."  A final pause.  "Not to be
maudlin about it or anything . . . but I . . . miss you."
     
     This was the most touching phone message Laura had ever
received from her.  It not only touched her heart, it also
made her wet.  Since Deshona was far too discreet to send
such a message via Laura's work email, this one had been
sent to her home one, but she was checking it at work.  It
caused an acutely embarrassing and arousing moment for her
since she was due in a meeting in five minutes and realized
that the crotch of her panties was soaked.
     
     It was, in fact, a minor inconvenience, but stopping by
the restroom on the way to the meeting gave her chance to
consider the hold Deshona still had not only on her
affections but her lust.  And the worst thing was that she
would have days and days to mull it over without being able
to see her.  The best thing was that she could keep it in
the back of her mind as an event of supreme excitement that
awaited her.  She realized that by the time they saw each
other the sexual tension would be cranked to the breaking
point.
     
     She was right.  She had half a personal day coming to
her at work and took it off on Monday afternoon, having
called Deshona that morning.  Driving down to Burlingame,
she had to distract herself by listening to talk radio on
the way so that she would not dwell on the incendiary sex
they would surely have.  And when Deshona greeted her at the
door of her lovely, expensive house secluded in the woods,
it was a strange flux of emotions that overtook Laura.
     
     Oh god, she's like a gorgeous stranger, and also the
woman of my dreams, the one before Sara! she suddenly
thought.  For Deshona looked strangely fresh and new and
unknown to her while at the same time familiar.  Sometimes
you saw an old friend as if she were a complete stranger,
and this could flummox you if you weren't careful.  Deshona
appeared to be feeling somewhat the same, and they looked at
each other oddly for a few moments.
     
     "Laura.  God, it's good to see you.  Come in."  She
opened the door wide for Laura, and Molly, Deshona's dog,
recognizing her, came running forward, barking in a
restrained, polite fashion that only Deshona's dog would do.
"Didn't you bring a suitcase or anything?"
     
     "I'll get it later," Laura said, reaching down to pet
Molly.  "It's in the trunk."  She stood up.  Deshona seemed
paralyzed and was still holding the door open even though
Laura had stepped inside.  "Close the door," Laura prompted,
"so I can kiss you."
     
     Deshona's eyebrow twitched up, her habitual cold,
skeptical, and yet affectionate grin tugging at her sensual
lips.  "Nobody lives within a quarter mile of here.  You
afraid the jack rabbits might get ideas?"
     
     Laura recalled the last time they had stood here like
this, waiting for Deshona's gorgeous niece Taneesha to drive
off to the mall in Deshona's Mercedes so they could be
alone.  The second Taneesha had cleared the driveway they
had closed the door and begun eating each other alive,
falling to the floor right there in the entryway and fucking
in a frenzy like two she cats in heat, their ripped off
clothes scattered around them.
     
     Laura looked deep into Deshona's eyes and saw that she
remembered it too.
     
     "Never mind," Deshona said, calmly, still grinning a
little.  "We don't have to rush things. We've got plenty of
time."
     
     "I still want to kiss you," Laura said.  "You look so .
. . different.  So familiar . . . and yet so different."
     
     "It's my hair," Deshona said, patting it lightly with
one hand.  "You like?"
     
     Her hair was indeed different, a shade darker, much
blacker and shinier than before, and not so dense with tight
curls.  Maybe that's it, Laura realized.  Why she looks
different.  Hair can have such an effect.  God, she's even
more beautiful than ever.
     
     "I forgot how beautiful you are, I guess," Laura said
softly.
     
     Deshona smiled at her salaciously.  "Only here five
seconds and already you're trying to flatter me into bed."
     
     "Let me kiss you," Laura insisted.  "After all, I've
been dreaming of it since last week."
     
     "Me too," Deshona smiled.  "But not here by the door.
I can see you remember last time.  So do I.  That little
cunt Taneesha."
     
     "It's not her fault," Laura teased her, following her
into the house, with Molly tagging along behind them.  "We
were . . . too hungry for each other.  We didn't hear her
come back."
     
     They were in a long corridor that led into the back of
the house, where the master bedroom was.  Deshona turned to
face Laura and placed both wrists on Laura's shoulders.
     
     "I guess if I can't kiss you I'm going to pop, too,"
she confessed.  "I feel this big burning, swelling bubble of
emotion for you here in my chest, you know?"
     
     She pointed to her large, luscious, round breasts.  She
was wearing a loose brown sweater that draped around the
jutting globes, accentuating their perfect round shape,
which Laura knew was not caused by any bra, even though she
was wearing one, but was their natural curve.
     
     Laura nodded.  "I know, because I'm feeling it too,"
she whispered.
     
     "Only kissing, though," Deshona whispered back, her
eyelids growing heavy as their mouths came close.  "Nothing
else just yet.  We can take our time.  I want to talk.  I
want to show you something."
     
     "Give me those sugar lips," Laura murmured, moving her
mouth close until it pressed into the sensual masterpiece of
Deshona's mouth.
     
     The emotional experience of kissing Deshona was rivaled
perhaps only by kissing Sara.  Laura loved to kiss and was
often moved by it, but with these two her heart really took
wing and she could feel her spirit soaring and leaping, her
blood gushing happily through her veins, a kernel of bliss
throbbing in the pit of her stomach, and the insides of her
aching pussy beginning to melt.  Her lips curved slowly and
expressively into Deshona's, and her tongue tried to slip
into Deshona's mouth, only to be met by Deshona's pushing
back into hers.  They kissed without touching, only their
mouths and tongues engaged, communicating through their lips
all the sweet longing and tender need they felt for each
other after this lengthy separation.
     
     Finally, Laura could not keep from touching her and
raised her fingers to Deshona's smooth cheek, caressing it
tenderly.  Then she slowly dropped her hand to Deshona's
breasts, lightly squeezing one of the out-thrusting mounds
through her sweater while letting her lips slide across
Deshona's cheek to her neck, then moving them up to her ear.
     
     "You're handling the merchandise," Deshona warned her
softly.
     
     "Mmmm, I like melons," Laura purred, breathing into her
ear.  "These feel especially ripe . . . and round."  She
squeezed one again.  "I like to taste them.  I like to take
them in my mouth and . . . suck the sweetness out of them."
     
     A mild but noticeable shudder gripped Deshona's body as
she giggled inwardly at Laura's words.  She pulled back a
little.  "Hold it, Romeo, I told you we've got time.  Don't
rush it.  Come in here and talk to me."
     
     She pulled Laura into the master bedroom where she and
Laura had fucked so many times, where last time Laura had
spanked and fisted her.  There are memories aplenty in here,
Laura thought, looking around.  She noticed that she saw no
signs of Charles and made a mental note to ask about him
when the proper moment arrived.
     
     "Here, sit on the bed," Deshona patted the mattress.
"I've got something to show you."
     
     She went into the walk-in closet and rummaged around
under a pile of clothes and shoes, emerging with a box,
about the size of a shoe box.  Her lips pursed in a bizarre,
cat-that-swallowed-the-canary smile, she returned to where
Laura was sitting with it, opening the lid.  Inside was a
huge brown cock.  It was a dildo, of course, but the biggest
one Laura had ever seen.  Under it she could see the coiled
straps of a harness, apparently meant to anchor this
monster.
     
     Moreover, it was a little creepy seeing it lying there
in the box like that because it also looked more like a real
penis than any dildo she had ever seen.  Not that I'm an
expert, she thought, but that looks real.  And huge.
     
     "It's nine inches long and two inches around," Deshona
said softly, interrupting Laura's reflections.  "It's called
The Emperor."
     
     "I wonder why," Laura said sarcastically, reaching out
to run one finger along the hard shaft, feeling all the
realistic bumps and ridges and veins under her fingertip.
     
     "I guess because it rules," Deshona cracked with a
smirk, suddenly growing nervous and grabbing the box back,
covering it up again.  "Though I wouldn't know since I
haven't used it yet."   She placed the box beside them on
the mattress.
     
     Figuring that Deshona wanted to talk about this thing,
as well as probably use it, Laura drew her out.  "Where did
you get it?"
     
     "That's what I wanted to tell you," Deshona broke into
a broad smile.  "It's the funniest story."
     
     Laura patted the mattress next to her.  Sit here, my
pet, and let me gaze into your beautiful eyes and think how
I'm going to fuck your darling brains out with the Emperor
while you tell me how you acquired it.  "Tell me."
     
     Deshona was for once charmingly ill at ease and
fluttery with embarrassment.  "You know, I planned and
planned how I was going to tell you this," she said, sitting
down beside Laura, "but now I forget everything I planned to
say."
     
     This charming shyness was even more sexually arousing
to Laura than the sight of the huge strap-on dildo.  She
scooted a little closer.  "Go ahead, tell me."
     
     Deshona made a shy, bashful face at her, like a small
child who had done something unforgivable.  "During the past
two months when we haven't seen each other, I spent six
weeks in Baltimore, working on this consulting project they
hired me for.  This huge nationwide transportation firm.
That's why I had to go back there last week, for some
followup.  A quick emergency."
     
     Laura smiled patiently, looking at the marvelous
woman's beautiful, flawless brown skin, her glittering black
eyes, her sensual mouth she wanted to crush with further
kisses, her even white teeth, her pink tongue dancing behind
them, her shapely neck, her delicious throat.
     
     "While I was there I . . . well, I met this woman."
     
     She stopped, as if she couldn't go on.  Laura had never
seen her this nervous.  She looked like she would blush if
she weren't a nice rich mocha brown color.  I would blush,
if I felt like she's feeling, Laura realized.  I wonder what
it is.
     
     "You know, after you and your friend's sister-"
     
     "Dee Dee," Laura interjected softly.
     
     "Yes . . . Dee Dee."  Deshona looked down and twisted
her fingers, as if she would blush again.  "After we . . .
did it together . . . god, I got just kind of burning up
with need, like I'd felt before with you but always been
able to control.  Or usually, anyway."  She batted her
eyelashes coyly at Laura.  "And here I was back there,
tired, lonely, sitting in my hotel room knocking back vodka
tonics until I passed out each night.  And this woman who
worked in the company sort of, you know, came on to me, and
we ended up having this really hot affair for about a month,
until I had to leave."
     
     Laura had no idea what this had to do with the dildo.
She was very interested also in her own reactions.  She felt
a little instant hot jealousy at having to share this
marvelous woman with anyone else, male or female, as she had
often felt about Charles in the past, or when she had
suspected Rhonda was trying to make a move on Deshona.  But
she also felt strangely happy that Deshona had found another
female sexual partner, and that it clearly had been
rewarding enough for her to continue it for a month and also
to tell Laura about it.
     
     "And I suppose you renewed it while you were back there
last week?"
     
     Deshona nodded.  "Did we ever.  She's is the hottest
person I've ever met except you."
     
     Laura smiled.  "Thanks for the compliment."
     
     Deshona took a deep breath, as if relieved.  I guess
she feared I'd explode into a fiery passion of rage at her
betrayal, Laura thought.
     
     "So anyway, to be quick about it, while I was there-the
first time, I mean-I managed to get up to New York one
weekend.  I remembered your strap-on that we used with Dee
Dee.  I really want to get one to use with this woman."
     
     "Her name?" Laura asked, inquisitively.
     
     Deshona frowned a little.  "You don't need to know her
name."
     
     "Oh.  Sorry.  Go on."
     
     "Well, I was in this cab on Eighth Avenue when we
passed one of those places.  I had this Egyptian cab driver
who barely spoke English but kept ogling me through the
rearview mirror.  And I made up my mind on the spot.  I had
him stop and offered him fifty bucks if he would go into
this shop and buy me the biggest strap-on they had in the
place.  Not just any large one.  Extra large.  A whopper."
     
     Laura laughed, wildly amused.  "It must've been hard to
ask him."
     
     "Actually, it wasn't, you know?"  Deshona was laughing
too.  "I mean it was actually more embarrassing for him
since he was a Muslim and didn't approve, but he couldn't
really turn down the fifty bucks.  Anyway, I think he
thought I was wacko in the first place.  So, long story
short, he did it, but they didn't have any large ones.  But
they also owned a shop down closer to SoHo, and so he drove
me there and bought it, and I gave him the fifty bucks.  And
he looked at me like I was utterly crazy, which I guess
maybe I was because I took it back with me to Baltimore and
never mentioned it once to my friend.  I was too
embarrassed."
     
     "But you're not embarrassed to show it to me."
     
     "Well, I am a little bit.  But not as much.  You don't
think I'm crazy, do you?  You know, Charles is big like
that.  In fact, I think he's even a little bigger.  And you
know how I like to get fucked from behind.  I thought-"
     
     "My dear, you are getting me pretty wet and excited,"
Laura said evenly.  "Maybe we better just close the door so
we don't frighten Molly and get on with it."
     
     Deshona looked deep into Laura's eyes.  "You're not
upset about the . . . other woman?"
     
     This was a moment of decision for Laura.  In truth, she
wasn't very upset, but she knew she could use this moment to
fan the flames of their passion, if she so chose.
     
     Without warning, she grabbed Deshona and wrestled her
down onto her back on the mattress.  She kissed her
aggressively and ran both hands down Deshona's body to her
splendid curvy little ass, squeezing her cheeks through the
stirrup pants she was wearing.
     
     "I'm furious, you little black bitch," she said, with
just a trace of menace.  "I have half a mind to beat your
pretty little black ass for being so treacherous with me."
     
     She was smiling when she said this, and Deshona smiled
back oddly, as if the idea somehow appealed to her.  "You
wouldn't dare," she said, softly, and with a straight face.
     
     This electrified both of them since it was the same
thing she had said to Laura before the previous spanking.
Laura wanted to do it, and she suddenly knew Deshona wanted
her to, but it meant getting naked first, and she didn't
especially want to go through even a pretended struggle
trying to get Deshona's pants off so she could spank her.
And so she quickly softened and changed her tactics.
     
     "You're right . . . maybe I wouldn't," she said,
kissing Deshona's smooth brown neck, then sucking it a
little.
     
     "If you give me a hickey, I'll spank you," Deshona
gasped, wriggling away.
     
     "Mmmm, sounds like we're going to have a lot of fun,"
Laura said, pulling up the bottom of Deshona's sweater.
"Here, take this off.  Take everything off.  I'm tired of
waiting."
     
     Deshona smiled, silently, and pulled her loose brown
sweater up over her head.  Under it she was wearing a lacy
pink half bra that cupped her scrumptious, bountiful breasts
from underneath and was cut low under the round tops.  It
was breathtaking.  Usually Laura did not go for pink, but
the color against Deshona's rich brown skin was wildly
erotic.  She couldn't take her eyes off it.
     
     "Why are you wearing that when you're just hanging
around the house and no one cares?"
     
     Deshona pursed her lips again, but this time sexily,
tauntingly.  "I care.  I wore it because I knew you'd go
wild over it.  I bought it just so I could wear it when I
next saw you.  Like this.  You aren't going to deny me my
little pleasures, are you?  I also knew you'd love taking it
off me."
     
     "You got that right," Laura said, scooting even closer,
reaching out with her fingers to unclasp the bra.
     
     "Ah ah ah," Deshona held up her hand.  "It's a two way
street.  You too.  First."
     
     They played the game of getting naked.  It was a game
they had played many times, and they knew how to draw it out
and tease one another mercilessly, while not appearing to
notice how aroused each one was becoming.  Finally, they sat
across from each other on Deshona's bed in their underwear.
Deshona was wearing a pink lacy thong that matched her half
bra.  Laura had worn some of her sexiest black underwear,
knowing they would end up like this.
     
     She realized that Deshona was nearly naked now, wildly
alluring, her ass now only concealed, or really not
concealed at all, by the flimsy thong.  She reverted to her
earlier threatening manner.
     
     "I'm really angry with you for cheating on me," she
said, with a straight face.  "You let some other woman fuck
you.  I could kill you for that."
     
     Deshona quickly changed gears too.  Laura could see it
in her eyes, which registered the fact that they were back
on the original track.  Her dark eyes flickered with
amusement and sexual interest.
     
     "If you're going to be nasty, maybe you'd better
leave."
     
     "Maybe you'd better take your punishment," Laura
glowered back.
     
     Deshona's upper lip curled, and her eyes flashed.  "I
suppose you're going to make me."
     
     Laura reached over and clasped her wrist with one hand.
"I am," she said, baring her teeth now, forcing Deshona down
onto the mattress, and getting her other hand on the thong.
"Off it comes."
     
     Deshona squirmed as if trying to get free, but neither
of them really took her resistance seriously.
     
     "Let me go, Laura.  You shouldn't be doing this.  I
want you to stop."
     
     She looked back over her shoulder as Laura pulled the
gauzy thong down her marvelously shaped brown legs.  Just
looking at Deshona's naked body was enough to make Laura's
blood sizzle.
     
     "Okay.  That's enough.  Stop it!" Deshona gasped,
wriggling harder now to get away, but also smiling back at
Laura, as if she knew resistance was futile.
     
     But by now she knew there was no escape.  Laura had the
thong off and was running one hand hungrily all over
Deshona's exquisite naked ass.  Without warning, she raised
it and smacked the flat of her palm sharply into Deshona's
swelling brown cheeks.  She hit Deshona's beautiful ass hard
on both round, firm buns and could feel the sting.
     
     The sharpness of her slap surprised both of them.
     
     "Annghiiee!" Deshona cried out, her eyes watering, her
face torn by a quick grimace of pain, then disbelief as she
looked back at Laura.
     
     This time she tried a little harder to escape,
whimpering and trying to scoot to the side, but Laura held
her wrist firmly and slapped her ass again quickly, another
hard, stinging slap.
     
     "Owwwnnnnn!" Deshona howled, clenching her teeth.
     
     Though face down on the bed, she still had her sexy
pink bra on, and somehow this made her more desirable than
ever.  Though Laura wanted to see her breasts while she
spanked her, and clutch them, and squeeze them, she also was
phenomenally aroused by the sight of Deshona's delicious
brown body twisting, her large round breasts still half-
imprisoned in the dainty little bra.  The smooth long
muscles rippled in her incredible brown back.
     
     And Deshona's beautiful bare ass was a masterpiece that
made Laura want to fling herself on it and kiss and suck and
probe it passionately, even though she was now in the
process of skillfully smacking it into furies of sexual
excitement for them both.  Deshona did not have a fantastic
bubble butt like Jane's or Dee Dee's, since she was petite
and small-boned.  Only her breasts were large.  But her ass
was still a paragon: small, swelling moons, out-jutting
above the small of her back, perfectly shaped, dark brown.
     
     "Oh god, you have a beautiful ass . . . you naughty
little bitch," Laura panted to her, again smacking both
delectable moons with the flat of her hand, bringing fresh
howls of reaction from Deshona.
     
     "Ayyii . . . ayyii . . . ayiii!"
     
     Nevertheless, you couldn't really say they were howls
of pain.  Instead, they were born of a guttural, sexual
frenzy that intermingled pain with ferocious physical need,
a need that made Deshona gyrate her ass back and up into
each fierce smack of Laura's hand.
     
     "Unnhhhh . . . unnngghhh!" Deshona grunted maniacally
into the sheet, her cheeks now slick with tears.
     
     Laura stopped briefly to run her hand all over the
delicious moons, now darker than ever since Deshona wasn't
black like Dee Dee, for instance, not really coal black, and
her skin could darken further through the influx of blood
that Laura's hard spanking was causing.  She could feel the
hard smooth ripple of Deshona's ass muscles as she clenched
them in anticipation of more heated punishment.
     
     "Oh god . . . Laura . . . please!" she gasped,
devastated by this passionate attack and yet making not the
slightest effort now to escape Laura's hand.
     
     Laura remembered how she had plead with her this way
the first time, and how it had been impossible to determine
whether her pleas were for Laura to stop or to continue.
And yet they both knew she wanted Laura to keep it going.
Both of them were quivering with a fiery, crackling lust
from this, and some kind of incredible climax was only
minutes away.
     
     "You were bad!" Laura snarled.  "You were bad!"
     
     Whack!  Whack!
     
     "Owwnnggh . . . aayyiiii . . . aayyiii!"
     
     Whack!  Whack!  Whack!
     
     "Oh god . . . oh GODDDD that feels good!  Ungghhh!
Auunnggggg!" Deshona groaned, again looking around at Laura
fiendishly pummeling her ass, her lovely face wet with tears
and contorted in an expression of piercing sexual need.
     
     Finally, while rubbing her inflamed ass between slaps,
Laura gave in and freed the clasp of Deshona's bra with one
hand, hastily peeling the thing off her shoulders, free
Deshona's magnificent breasts, so that now when she rolled
to the side they appeared in all their glory, large round
beautiful dark brown balls, her brown nipples rigid and
erect, thrusting up high from the flat surrounding coronas
of her areolas.  Laura wanted to devour them but was already
too busy.
     
     Deshona at this point rolled over onto her back,
spreading her thighs, showing Laura the shiny, glistening,
gaping red slit of her wildly inflamed pussy, a beautiful
pussy, one of the most beautiful Laura had ever seen, a
sculptured black-lipped shell of marvelously fragrant and
runny cunt flesh.
     
     "Oh god, Laura . . . " she gasped, shaking.  "I'm going
to come!  Oh god . . . spank my pussy too.  With your hand.
Do it quick!  Ohhnnggggg . . . oh please . . . pleeeease!"
     
     All Laura's thoughts seemed to take place now in a
split second.  She remembered how Karen and she had whipped
each other's pussies, not with their hands but with an
actual whip, though a small one.  The orgasms had been
excruciating, and the pain afterward too.  She had put all
that behind her and was always reluctant to resurrect it.
And yet, it was only her hand.  She knew Deshona wanted it,
needed it.
     
     "Ohnnggg god, Laura, please!"
     
     Deshona ran her fingers frenetically down to her
crotch, pulling the firm, glossy brown flesh of her inner
thighs desperately, as if to ease the fearful tension of her
need, imploring Laura with her pulsing black eyes.  Laura
didn't know if Deshona read the indecision in her eyes, but
she quickly realized the moment would vanish if it were not
grabbed immediately.
     
     Without delay, she spread her hand again and began to
slap Deshona's wet, splayed pussy hard and fast with it,
knowing from her own experience that a few sharp blows would
probably be enough to make Deshona explode.  It was an
entirely new experience for her to feel the squinchy warm
wetness and pussy hair of Deshona's blossoming cunt against
her palm as she spanked her greasy, puckering furrow, and it
somehow sent hot thrills coursing through her own flesh.
     
     But that was nothing compared to what it did to
Deshona.  She went briefly delirious, writhing, whimpering,
moaning, crazier with need than Laura had ever seen her,
maniacally pumping her pussy up into Laura's flailing hand,
closer . . . closer . . . closer . . .
     
     Her luscious brown body shook and strained, and her
large round breasts rolled as she arched her back and
quivered.  Laura slapped her pussy again, loving but vicious
slaps, feeling her hand come away wet, seeing Deshona's gash
seem to flower and throb and contract in spasms before her
eyes.
     
     "Unnngghmmniiieee!" Deshona squealed, squirming, her
thighs jerking, trying not close on Laura's hand.
"Annggyyiiee! Annggyyiiee!"
     
     Laura had only struck her five or six times, but that
was all it took.  Finally, Deshona could not stop her thighs
from clamping shut on Laura's last blow, holding Laura's
hand tightly and gyrating her pelvis maniacally for a few
seconds until she suddenly came.
     
     "Oh god now!  Yes!  Auuunngggmmnniiieeeee!" she cried
out, entrapping Laura's hand between her thighs and riding
it vigorously, pumping, groaning, digging her elbows back
into the mattress for leverage and wrenching her body in
response to each crushing spasm of her climax.
"Unnnnaahhhhggg!"
     
     Laura could feel the warm fluid Deshona expelled
bathing her palm and fingers as she left her hand were it
was, pressed flat against Deshona's gushing pussy and held
tightly between the firm sleek muscles of Deshona's clamped
shut thighs.  There was no point in trying to remove it
anyway since Deshona had it tightly imprisoned there.  Laura
had no distaste for the sweet cunt juices that were flowing
over her fingers and in fact looked forward to tasting them.
She waited patiently for the waning jolts of Deshona's
orgasm to play out.
     
     Finally, after this lengthy seizure of coming,
Deshona's thighs relaxed, and her whole body went slack,
though she was still breathing hard, her smooth brown belly
moving up and down.  She blinked and looked wanly up at
Laura, who was running one tongue along her forefinger, wet
with Deshona's pussy nectar, and smiling at her.
     
     "Mmmm, you taste good," she murmured.
     
     Deshona tried to make a wisecrack but at first could
not get her voice to work.  She cleared her throat and
coughed softly.  "Good thing you like it, there's always so
much coming out," she cracked.  "Eeuuwww, let me get a
towel."
     
     "No . . . stay there.  I'll get one.  You stay there.
You had a killer of an orgasm, darling, and I want you to
lie there and get better so you can have another one soon."
     
     Deshona smiled back, a blasted, bleary-eyed smile.
""There's some in the bathroom, over there.  Towels, I
mean."
     
     "I can find them."
     
     Laura returned with an armful of towels and they mopped
up together, then put a dry towel down over the wet spot.
She kissed Deshona's cheek.
     
     "Sorry if I hit you too hard," she purred playfully.
"You were such a bad little girl . . . I really got into
it."
     
     Deshona flirted.  "My butt is a little hot, but you
didn't hit my pussy long enough for me to do anything but .
. . die of happiness."
     
     Laura shivered in a sort of empathetic excitement and
giggled softly.
     
     "How come I'm naked and you're still in your
underwear?" Deshona asked softly, pulling Laura down against
her and quickly unfastening Laura's sexy black bra, sliding
the straps down Laura's shoulders and kissing every place on
Laura's skin where they passed.
     
     "Mmmm, you've really turned into a kinky little devil,
haven't you," Laura purred, watching Deshona kiss her arms
and shoulders.  "Making me spank your beautiful little pussy
like that.  What's got into you?"
     
     "God, I don't even know myself," Deshona smiled,
embarrassed.  "I couldn't believe what I was saying."
     
     "I love it when you get out of control like that,"
Laura laughed softly, quivering as Deshona's lips on her
skin sent hot shivers through her aroused body.
     
     Now Deshona's lips were moving closer to Laura's naked
breasts, and Laura was starting to squirm and pant a little.
She watched as Deshona's incredibly sensual lips approached
one of her sensitive, swollen nipples.
     
     Deshona looked up at her, holding Laura's breast in the
fingers of both hands, her eyes murky and pleasantly
threatening.  "It's your turn to go out of control."  She
brushed her thumb across Laura's nipple, sending a happy
little squirt of fire through Laura's breast.  "I should
spank your pussy too, but I've been dreaming of this for two
months.  I want to kiss every part of this wonderful smooth
body."
     
     She began to lick Laura's throbbing nipple sensually,
and Laura's eyes rolled up in her head as Deshona finally
took the aching bud into her warm, wet mouth.  She let her
head settle into the mattress and simply luxuriated in the
wonderful feeling of Deshona's tongue sliding over her wet
nipple and Deshona's lips cleverly and passionately sucking
it.
     
     Her fingers fluffed the tight black curls of Deshona's
hair tenderly, and she found herself disbelieving in such
bliss.  Something about the depth and length and passion of
their relationship made them now totally relaxed together,
very in tune with each other's body, and they could tease
and toy with each other at will without either misjudging
the other's reaction.  Deshona obviously meant her statement
that she had dreamed of doing this, and for the next several
minutes she indeed kissed Laura's naked body nearly
everywhere.
     
     "How could you dream of doing this when you were making
it with your lover in Baltimore," Laura asked her drowsily,
dreamily, almost idly, since she was sunk in the deep
pleasure of being adroitly and patiently made love to.
     
     Deshona looked up at her, amused, and let Laura's shiny
wet nipple slide out of her mouth for a moment.  "Not when I
was with her, silly," she murmured in a husky low voice.
"But whenever I wasn't.  I used to take a bath in my hotel
room and make believe you were there with me."  Her eyes
turned more serious and hot, full of sexual reminiscence.
"God, I really had some super orgasms those nights.  Before
I got too drunk to come.  Splashing water all over the
floor.  Biting a washcloth so I wouldn't scream too loud and
get the housekeeping girls knocking on the door.  I was
lonely for you.  I didn't believe I felt that way about
you."
     
     Laura was becoming pretty aroused, not only from the
sensations caused by Deshona's phenomenal lips on her
nipples but also by her words.  Imagining her masturbating
in the bath was a real turn on.  All women were beautiful
when they were coming, but Deshona was especially so, and
Laura had witnessed the violent throes of her climax only
minutes ago.
     
     "You're getting me pretty excited, darling," she
murmured to Deshona, her eyelids heavy.  "I thought you were
going to fuck me with The Empress."
     
     "You mean The Emperor," Deshona smiled.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I'm going to call it The
Empress."
     
     "Well . . ." Deshona hesitated.  "I actually intended
for you to fuck me with The Empress.  I'll be happy to do it
if you want it.  But I've been dreaming of licking your
sweet pink pussy until you scream.  Ain't no housekeeping
girls to stop us in this hotel, darlin'."
     
     Deshona, as she spoke, was kissing her way down Laura's
heaving belly to her thatch, which she pushed her nose into,
inhaling deeply.  Laura was already about to pop.  She
couldn't believe how phenomenally hot their sex always was,
and that it should continue that way was a miracle.  She
realized that in spite of the deep, and continuing, love she
had for Sara, she still had very profound feelings for this
complex and beautiful woman, and that Deshona also had them
for her.
     
     Laura tended to neglect the fact that others probably
had sexual reveries about her that were as intense and
elaborate she the ones she often had about them, and hearing
Deshona talk about it somehow bathed her in a warm, sensual
luminescence of surrender.  You can love my body in whatever
way you choose, you darling complicated angel, she thought,
letting her thighs yawn open as Deshona slipped lower.
     
     "I would love to have you do it," she murmured, looking
down, gathering nearly as much delight from watching
Deshona's lips, Deshona's tongue and clever fingers, on her
throbbing wet pussy as she got from feeling the first
contact.  "Ahhhhhhh!" she gasped with deep pleasure as the
tip of Deshona's tongue tickled her clit.  "Oh god!"
     
     "You are wet, Laura," Deshona murmured, licking the
oozing, glistening inner flesh of Laura's pussy with slow,
sensual skill.  "You are going to come fast.  You always
come so fast, I never get to enjoy this long enough."
     
     By now Laura was undulating her pelvis into Deshona's
face, her fingers spastically clawing the sheet.  Deshona
was right.  Only a few seconds of this would bring her to
heaven.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she whimpered, writhing now,
raising one hand to her breasts, pulling her nipples.  "Oh
yes!  Unnhhhhh!"
     
     Then suddenly Deshona had stopped and slid up Laura's
body to face her, embracing Laura heatedly, kissing her
mouth. "I know I can do this," she panted to Laura, "because
you don't mind the taste of your pussy like I do mine.  Slow
down, Laura.  Life is short.  I'm not going to let you come
yet.  You have to draw it out so I can enjoy and remember
each little minute.  Then, next time I'm away from you like
I was in Baltimore, I can remember this moment when I'm
splashing water all over my hotel bathroom."
     
     Laura had to laugh a little at this.  "If you don't get
back down there and finish me off, I'm going to spank you
again," she warned, panting even more heavily herself.
     
     Deshona's characteristic skeptical eyebrow arched up.
"You better be careful what you offer," she said.  "I might
take you up on it."
     
     Laura grabbed her head in both hands and crushed her
mouth against Deshona's so hard that their teeth clanked
momentarily.  Her fingers held Deshona's head through her
hair like an iron vise.  "You are so mean," she panted into
Deshona's open mouth.  "You're killing me.  Please!"
     
     "Oh . . . all right," Deshona smiled, feigning
reluctance.  "But you certainly know how to spoil a girl's
fun."  She winked, again sliding south.  "Only kidding."
     
     Again, since she had been serious, she began slowly and
patiently loving Laura's throbbing pussy with her tongue and
her lips, introducing her fingers only when Laura was about
to shatter from the built up tension.  Laura had taught her
well by doing this to her often in the past, and now she was
repaying the compliment, seriously trying to postpone
Laura's orgasm as long as she could.
     
     "You don't want to come yet . . . no . . . not yet . .
." she purred softly to Laura as she worked, her voice half
joking and yet serious, as if she could by hypnotic
suggestion keep Laura from the pinnacle until she wanted it
to happen.  "You want Deshona to enjoy your beautiful pussy
forever . . . and forever . . . and tongue it like this . .
."
     
     "Annggmmuunn!" Laura groaned.
     
     "And suck it like this . . ."
     
     "Ooogghhmmee!" Laura squealed softly, her hips
quivering and shimmying wildly.
     
     "And . . . and . . . fuck it like this . . ." Deshona
panted, fucking Laura's pussy vigorously now with two
fingers.
     
     "Anngghhh!  Oh shit!  Oh god, yes . . . I . . . I'm
sorry, honey . . . I-"
     
     The breath was totally smashed out of Laura's lungs.
It was like being hit in the solar plexus.  She couldn't
breathe, and then was swallowed up by billowing clouds of
sexual rapture that bloomed through her quivering flesh.  It
wasn't a wrenching, wracking explosion but instead a
blooming, throbbing universe of pleasure that overwhelmed
her, and since she had no breath she could barely caw as the
waves poured over her.
     
     "Unnnuunnnnnn!" she finally managed to groan, barely
knowing where she was, feeling her whole being momentarily
subsumed in this hot, radiant cloud of intense sexually
incandescent ecstasy.
     
     It must have been the quietest orgasm she had ever had,
she realized, as her breath began to return and whooshed out
of her in great, sodden gasps, followed by crushed whimpers
that suddenly emerged from her lungs.
     
     "Oh!  Mmmnnggg!  Ohhhh!"
     
     But this was at the end, after the major thermonuclear
flame of her orgasm had died away, leaving behind it the
throbbing red embers of afterglow.  Deshona slithered up to
face her, a frown furrowing her beautifully smooth brown
forehead.  She had Laura's cunt nectars smearing her lips
and looked goofy and terrific and heart-pinchingly lovely to
Laura.
     
     "Was it good?  You didn't cry out.  You didn't scream
or moan.  You just sort of whimpered."
     
     Laura had barely regained enough breath to speak.  "It
was . . . total heaven," she gasped, hoarsely, even though
it was true she had not screamed.  Her voice was still only
half there.
     
     "Are you sure?"
     
     Laura blinked.  She propped her body up on her elbows.
"Are you calling me a liar?  Didn't you feel my tummy
contracting?  God, I thought I was giving birth or
something."
     
     Deshona broke into a relieved smile.  "I always want it
to be the best ever for you," she said quietly.  "You've
done so much for me . . . I just . . ."
     
     Laura leaned forward and kissed her slowly and
lovingly.  "You don't have to explain anything to me.  I
feel like coming each time you stick your tongue in my
mouth."
     
     "Oooohhh," Deshona beamed, "like this?"
     
     "Ummmmm, yes, like that."
     
     It was a total transformation from the ice cube Deshona
could often be, and Laura was completely melted by it.  They
cooed and kissed, lying on their sides, for a while, with
Laura slyly pumping her for information.  As usual, Laura
was insatiably curious about her lover's sex life away from
her.  She realized that she was not at all jealous of the
woman in Baltimore, and yet when it had, perhaps
misleadingly, appeared that Deshona might be yielding to the
advances Rhonda had made in the past, Laura could breathe
fire.
     
     "Are you going to tell me about her, or are you going
to be selfish?" Laura teased her softly, caressing her
phenomenal, smooth, shapely back with her fingertips.
     
     Deshona shrugged.  "Not much to tell.  She's married.
Works in their shipping division, the same one I was hired
to reorganize.  We got to know each other sort of the way
you and I did.  You know, working together on the same
project.  Her husband, whom she appears to detest, was in
Brussels on business.  Apparently she doesn't do other women
often, but she couldn't resist me."  She gave Laura a little
grin of self-satisfaction.
     
     Laura smiled back.  "Also like me.  I could never
resist you."
     
     "Lordy, girl, we fucked.  Nobody ever fucked me that
much except you."
     
     "Even the odious Charles?" Laura said, making a sour
face.  "By the way, where is the arrogant prick these days?"
     
     Deshona's face suddenly got hard, though not hostile.
She seemed more weary than angry or jealous, less troubled
about it than Laura had ever seen her in the past.  "You
knew we were already divorced.  Now it's completely over,"
she said, decisively.  "He went back to the blonde.  I
changed the locks.  Over is over."
     
     "Good riddance."
     
     Laura couldn't help thinking of The Empress.  Deshona
might be happy to be rid of the prick, but maybe not The
Prick.
     
     "Tell me more about the woman.  What's her name?"
     
     Deshona smiled and nuzzled Laura's neck.  "What's it
with you, always wanting to know her name?  Her name is none
of your business."
     
     "Okay . . . I'm going to call her Madge.  No, maybe
Mildred.  It helps me to have a fantasy about what happened.
So, here they are, Mildred and Deshona, getting naked,
rolling around in Mildred and Mildred's husband's bed.
Mildred says to Deshona-"
     
     Deshona, gurgling with laughter, tickled Laura hard
under each arm.  "Will you cut that out!"
     
     Laura laughed and tickled her back.  "You're so
secretive.  What did she say, 'Let's go home to my place and
make it?'  And you just jumped at the chance?  Gosh, you
were a much tougher nut to crack for me, remember?  It took
me months to get you in the sack."
     
     This squirming together and laughing and tickling had
heated them both up again.  Deshona's face suddenly grew
serious.
     
     "I know it did," she admitted softly.  "You opened up a
whole new universe for me, Laura.  Without you . . . well, I
never would've given her the chance.  You know that."
     
     Laura smiled warmly and kissed her, pushing her body
harder into Deshona's, feeling their naked breasts mash
together, a sensation that always drove them both wild.  She
could feel the hard little rivets of Deshona's nipples
boring into her skin.
     
     "Did you ever give Rhonda the chance?" she murmured,
against Deshona's smooth brown cheek, simultaneously hating
herself for this weakness.
     
     Deshona was very sharp and got the point immediately.
She pulled back a little but not enough to pull their naked
breasts apart.  "So . . . you're not jealous of Mildred [her
eyebrow went up here], but you are jealous of Reardon."
     
     "Very," Laura nodded, contritely.
     
     Deshona pondered answering for a moment, seemingly
wondering how far she should go in teasing Laura, then
suddenly changed the subject by scooting up a little so that
her naked breasts were in Laura's face.
     
     "Here . . . you've been neglecting these," she said
softly, "and they're feeling very sorry for themselves.
They want a Laura workout."
     
       Laura had always found Deshona's breasts enchanting,
not so much because they were a little large for such a
small, fine-boned woman as because they were preternaturally
round and firm, almost hard, with springy dark brown nipples
surrounded by flat, jagged-edged areolas, so unusual, so
mouth-tempting.  Her breasts were also so taut that it was
difficult to get her entire nipple and areola into your
mouth, though Laura always had a wonderful time trying, and
ultimately succeeding.
     
     She held both marvelous firm balls in her hands and
began to lick Deshona's nipples with slow, sensual fire.
"You're changing the subject," she murmured, but didn't
stop.
     
     "Ohhh!" Deshona whimpered as Laura playfully took one
of her nipples between her bared teeth, pretending to bite
it but not really doing it.
     
     She rolled onto her back, pulling Deshona over on top
of her, so that Deshona's marvelous naked breasts were
dangling above her face.  Deshona helped by planting her
palms on either side of Laura's head and lifting her body a
little so she could swish the hard round balls directly over
Laura's mouth.
     
     "Now you're going to get it," Laura warned, smiling up
at her.
     
     Deshona gnawed her full lower lip, her black eyes
swirling with sexual excitement.  "I hope so," she panted.
     
     Laura held the beautiful globes in her hands and ran
her mouth all over them, squeezing with her fingers to feel
their phenomenal resilience.  I'll bet 'the blonde' doesn't
have boobs like these, she thought, as she felt the stubby
centers of Deshona's erect nipples slide under her wet
tongue.  Nobody does.  And I am going to swallow them and
eat this delicious woman alive.
     
     From the moment she started sucking them, Deshona began
to moan and gasp with feverish lust.  Laura swirled her
tongue over the jutting nipples and then sucked each one,
gently at first, then with increasing insistence, then even
sharply.
     
     "Unhhh!  Ohnnnn!  Unhhh!" Deshona moaned, pushing her
round breast into Laura's mouth.  "Oh yes!"
     
     "Mmmm, you like that," Laura smiled up at her.
     
     "God, yes!  It's been so long!  Nobody does it hard
like you."
     
     "Mmmm, even your new lover?"
     
     "I . . . unnhhhh!  Oh god, Laura!  Unhhhh!  I . . .
couldn't tell her.  I was too shy."
     
     Laura suddenly stopped sucking and tonguing Deshona's
breasts.  Two can play that game, she thought, sliding up
herself.  "You know," she said, "I could be fucking you with
The Empress while I'm doing this."
     
     Deshona was so aroused after these few minutes that she
would probably have agreed to anything.  She nodded quickly.
"Get it.  It's down there."
     
     The box was still at the end of the bed.  Laura was
into the harness, adjusting the monster into position,
before thirty seconds had elapsed.  The thick brown shaft
might have been nine inches long, but it seemed like more.
In her fingers it felt ripply and stiff and almost alive.
She looked up to see Deshona watching it shoot out from
Laura's groin like a huge rocket poised to blast off.
     
     Laura smiled at her and stroked the huge hard cock as
if it were actually an appendage of her own body.  "Come
here, my pet, and let me continue where I left off," she
purred.  "What do you think?"
     
     She lay down on her back again, with the stalk pointing
straight up from her crotch, holding it with her fingers,
beckoning Deshona with her murky eyes.
     
     "I think I'm going to get what I've been dreaming of,"
Deshona smirked, knee-walking to Laura and climbing on.
     
     Laura held the dildo steady for her with her fingers
and looked at Deshona's face as she slowly guided it into
her wet slit and then lowered herself onto it.  The breath
caught in Deshona's throat, and she grimaced as the huge
shaft filled her tight pussy.  Laura couldn't believe she
hadn't tried it at least once.  I know I would have, she
thought.  But Deshona's shocked and paralyzed face seemed to
suggest she was feeling it for the first time.  And yet,
maybe each time was this way, Laura reflected.  It was
pretty big.
     
     "Oh god, it's wonderful," Deshona gasped, her face
finally breaking into a half-smile as, Laura realized, her
body was completely penetrated by it.  Laura could feel
Deshona's silky crotch hair against her fingers and knew the
dildo was completely inside of her.  "Ohhhhnnnn shit . . .
that feels good . . ." Deshona half-moaned.
     
     Now that the thing was completely inside her pussy,
Laura could let go of it.  She reached up with both hands
and pulled Deshona down to her.  "Come here and give me more
of those sweet boobs," she murmured, again filling her hands
with the warm, round balls as Deshona leaned down.  "I'm
going to fuck you and suck you to heaven."
     
     Deshona could only gasp and whimper again as Laura
began sucking her nipples hungrily, much more voraciously
than before.  But they both had the advantage of having come
already, a little earlier.  They were excited but not wound
too tight.  Deshona was fiercely aroused but in no danger of
popping again too quickly.  She always claimed to be slow at
getting there, with others at least, though with Laura she
seemed never to have trouble arriving at a climax.  But
Laura was determined that this would last, that this would
be no hasty finish.
     
     Oh, this is going to go on . . . and on . . . and on,
she thought.  I am going to get my fill of you, my darling.
     
     And she was as good as her word.  She held Deshona's
scrumptious naked breasts in both hands like precious
goblets, licking Deshona's wet, excited brown nipples while
slowly beginning to gyrate her hips upward in a sensual
rhythm that allowed the thick dildo to slide in and out of
Deshona's tight pussy, but only a little, an inch or so out,
then back in.  Deshona quickly fell into the rhythm too, not
moving too fast, completely in synchronization with Laura's
need to draw it out, to start slow, to let this simmering
fire build and broil to a conflagration.
     
     After a few minutes of this she began to suck Deshona's
nipples again, opening her mouth wide to get the entire
areola inside, flicking the thick, springy center nub wildly
with the tip of her tongue, bringing tight little
uncontrollable whimpers from deep in Deshona's throat.
     
     "Ohhhhnnnn god . . . Laura, you are driving me crazy!"
Deshona gurgled in a half-desperate sigh after Laura had
sucked both nipples this way for a couple of minutes, and
was now beginning to suck them even harder.
     
     They were wrinkled and erect and shiny with her warm
saliva, darker than before from the engorged blood she had
drawn into them, pointing and stiff between her lips.
     
     "Bite them . . ." Deshona panted.  "Bite them a little
. . . please.  Not too hard.  Ohhhh!  Just a little . . .
yes!  Ungghh!  Oh yes!"
     
     "Mmmmm, we're turning a little kinky these days, aren't
we," Laura purred to her, lashing Deshona's wet, erect
nipples passionately with her tongue.  "Are you sure?"
     
     Deshona was moving her groin more rapidly, more
urgently, now too, pumping gently but insistently against
Laura's crotch and the thick stalk rising out of it and
embedded deep in her body.
     
     "Yes!" she panted, throwing her head back, more and
more aroused by what they were both doing.  "Do it.  Not too
hard."
     
     "You mean like this?"
     
     Laura bared her teeth, knowing the sight of her nipple
between them would make the electrical charge even more
acute for Deshona.  She let the edges of them sink ever so
slightly into the taut, stippled, dark brown areola of
Deshona's springy left nipple, then snarled playfully and
wagged her head to and fro like a dog with a bone.  Deshona
nearly went crazy.  Even though Laura was not really biting
her nipple hard, she whinnied and gasped semi-hysterically,
her body shuddering as she rocked back and forth on Laura to
make the dildo go deeper.
     
     "Annngghhmmnneee . . . oh yes!  Oh Laura . . . oh yes!
Oh god!  Unnnnhhhh!"
     
     "Easy, baby, easy . . ." Laura cautioned her, releasing
her nipple temporarily.  "We have a long way to go here.  We
don't want to get there too fast."
     
     "Oh god, do it again!"
     
     Deshona's black eyes were streaked and throbbing with
sexual fire.  Still holding herself up with one hand planted
on the mattress beside Laura's head, she grabbed her breast
with her other hand, the same breast Laura had been
playfully yet hungrily tormenting, and pushed her wet nipple
against Laura's mouth.  Obligingly, Laura opened her mouth
and took it inside, closing her lips and sucking it hard,
then again letting Deshona feel the edges of her teeth in
the sensitive skin of her erect areola.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Deshona groaned, still holding her breast in
her hand, jamming it so hard into Laura's face that the
round hard flesh pushed into Laura's nose, making it
difficult for her to breathe.
     
     Oh shit, she really is going to come if I don't slow it
down, Laura realized.  This stuff really gets her going.
Laura had a choice.  Either keep fucking her this way and
biting her nipples until she simply exploded like an ammo
dump-which Laura realized from the telltale signs was due to
happen momentarily since Deshona was becoming so
overwrought-or somehow change the pace and get back down to
the slow, smoldering buildup they had started with.
     
     Meanwhile, Deshona was growing more frenzied by the
second.  She pulled her nipple out of Laura's mouth and
frantically switched hands, grabbing her other breast and
pushing it into Laura's lips.
     
     "Now the other one!" she panted wildly.  "Bite it,
Laura.  Yes!  Oooohhnnnngggg!  Yessss!"
     
     Laura did as she was asked.  She could hardly refuse,
and anyway she loved doing it, devouring these hard brown
balls, perfect spheres, with their stubby, projecting
nipples.  But, almost unconsciously, she dropped her hands
to Deshona's hips, trying to slow down her feverish pumping.
She sucked and lightly bit Deshona's taut, throbbing nipple
but simultaneously tried to slow her down, to pull her away
from the edge.  Soon she was gently sucking instead of
ravaging her breast, and Deshona was calming down too, only
a little, but enough to hold off an imminent climax.
     
     "Unnhhhh . . . ohhnnnnn!" Deshona moaned, throwing her
head back, riding the strap-on dildo more slowly now,
letting Laura thrust it into her in long, delicious strokes,
then pull it way out before sliding it in deep again.
     
     Laura stopped sucking her nipples for a few moments,
knowing you could only take so much of that, especially the
way she had been doing it.  At first it was wildly
stimulating, but if she kept it up Deshona's nipples would
begin to be raw and painful.  Better to give them a rest,
though it was hard.  Now that Deshona was slowing down,
pumping less hard, she could bring her hands up again, and
she held the marvelous warm balls in her fingers and press
her face deep into Deshona's cleavage.
     
     "Ohhhhh, I love fucking you," she murmured, kissing her
chest and nuzzling the full round globes, gently tweaking
Deshona's damp nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.
     
     "Not as much as I love you doing it," Deshona panted
roughly, looking down at her with murky, sex-stricken eyes,
her face contorted from the fierce sexual need she was
feeling.
     
     They continued this way for several more minutes.  It
was marvelous, Laura thought, how you could settle into this
slow, rocking rhythm, keep it up for a long time, and not
get bored.  Their bodies were completely in tune, and all
they wanted to do was feel the sensation of their skins
rubbing together, their fingers touching each other's flesh,
the long fat shaft sliding in and out of Deshona's pussy.
They could hear each other panting, Deshona whimpering and
gurgling, the mattress breathing a little each time they
surged forward or backward.  It was a moment of sweet and
total communication, patient and deep, their bodies linked
in the most intimate of ways, their tongues coiling slowly
together as they kissed and fucked.
     
     Finally, Deshona panted softly against Laura's lips.
"I want you to do me while I'm on my stomach," she said.
"You know how I love it."
     
     Laura did know.  Deshona frequently had shattering
orgasms that way, ones that left her stunned, Laura amazed,
and the sheet under them soaked.  They were a lot like the g-
spot orgasms Laura had given her on occasion, perhaps, Laura
reasoned, because the strap-on dildo somehow pressed against
the same bundle of nerves inside her pussy from that angle,
blessing her with these horrific, rupturing explosions.  The
only thing Laura could dislike about it was the connection
to the odious Charles, who apparently had also given her
these climaxes in the same way, and, Laura guessed, had
exerted his magical hold over her partly because of it.
     
     "I would love to," she whispered back, thinking, I can
fuck you better than that doofus Charles, honey.
     
     They paused.  Laura noticed that Deshona was almost
groggy, sleepwalking, or rather, sleep crawling, in a deep
trance of lust, as the dildo came out and they maneuvered
their bodies into position.  Deshona lay on her stomach,
face down, resting her cheek on her laced together fingers,
as Laura crouched behind her beautiful, uptilted little ass.
Laura, unable to escape the sight of the huge, obscene
dildo, wet with Deshona's cunt juices, bobbing and swaying
and jutting out from her groin, nevertheless could not take
her eyes off Deshona's sweet little ass, the one she had
been smacking into blazing sexual pleasure only minutes
earlier.  She caressed it with her fingers, briefly
imagining how hot it would be to slip this monstrous stalk
up into her tight little rosebud.
     
     "I love your ass," she murmured, leaning down, yawing
the wet dildo to the side with the fingers of one hand, and
running her lips all over Deshona's smooth, round, brown
buns.  "I love spanking it . . . and kissing it . . .  and-"
     
     This brought Deshona up momentarily from her trance.
She looked back over her shoulder at Laura.  "You keep your
mind and your hands off my ass," she panted, her black eyes
still streaked with the hot delirium of her sexual need.
"It's my pussy I want you to be fucking, girl.  Haven't you
done enough to my ass already?"
     
     Laura smiled.  Of course it was very unreasonable to be
thinking of anything else, she knew.  Deshona liked a little
anal play now and then, fingers and tongues only, which
Laura had had to force on her in the first place, mostly by
cunning and surprise.  Even then she had professed to be
scandalized by it, and yet she had had gargantuan orgasms.
But the thought of taking The Empress up your booty was,
Laura realized, a little daunting.
     
     "Mmmm, good thing I love your sweet pussy too," Laura
murmured, again introducing the swollen, bulging head of the
huge dildo into the wet, puckered, fiery salmon-red groove
of Deshona's splayed cunt.
     
     "Aanngghhhhh!" Deshona groaned as the full length of it
slid again into her body, Laura taking infinite care to let
her feel each inch as it penetrated her.  "Oh god!"
     
     And Laura was quickly able to forsake her unseemly
interest in Deshona's beautiful ass since the girl had one
of the most gorgeous naked backs she had ever seen.  She had
long relished rubbing, stroking, kissing Deshona's back,
which she could especially enjoy when she was fucking her
from this angle.  Immediately, she began to massage the
sleek, firm flesh above Deshona's shoulder blades, digging
her fingers sensually into the dips under the wings, then
running them down the deep spinal groove, leaning forward to
kiss the nape of Deshona's neck, raising Deshona's hair with
one hand and sucking the flesh right under the hairline.
     
     "Ohhhhnnnnn!" Deshona shivered, her entire body quaking
happily under Laura.
     
     Now, still holding the dildo with one hand as she
thrust it slowly in and out of Deshona's tight, clinging
pussy, she began running the fingers of her other hand all
over the delectable curves and cambers of Deshona's sexy
brown back.  Others had longer, more sinuous backs, but none
were more beautiful than this one.  Deshona was a small
woman but had a narrow waist, which gave even more contour
to the endlessly bewitching shape of her naked back, and
Laura caressed and kissed every inch of it while slowly
fucking her, now getting them back into the slow, simmering
rhythm they had been using earlier.
     
     Having spent most of her time recently, apart from
Sara, fucking two hot and nearly insatiable teenagers, Laura
especially relished this deep, sensual connection with a
mature, experienced woman who was skilled and patient, and
knew her own needs as well as Laura's.  They could caress
and sweetly torment each other to their limits and beyond,
and both were at the same time tuned in to an electrical
undercurrent of emotion mixed with sexual desire that
enveloped them in a unique and stirring dance of slow,
serious fucking.
     
     "I don't want it to be over . . . I want to fuck you
forever . . ." she whispered into Deshona's enchanting dark
brown ear, leaning forward over her back, and sliding The
Empress in as deep as it would go.
     
     "Unnnhhhhh . . . unhhhhhh . . ." Deshona groaned in
sweet sexual delirium.  "Oh yes!"
     
     Now that The Empress was lodged deeply in Deshona's
cunt, Laura could ride it harder and rougher without fear of
it slipping out.  She gripped Deshona's smooth shoulders and
began to rear up, gently at first, then more vigorously,
thrusting the hard shaft deep into Deshona's writhing body
with each forward plunge.  Now they were no longer flowing
in their original smooth, smoldering rhythm.  Everything had
jumped up a notch.  Laura could feel Deshona's body under
her straining and flexing.  Deshona was moaning constantly,
and yelping softly when The Empress rammed into her pussy
too deeply.
     
     "Aawwonngg!  Ohnnggg!  Aawwonnggg!" she cried out,
wincing, and yet swirling her ass back into Laura, as if
wanting it deeper.
     
     Oh yeah . . . now you're going to come . . .  now
you're going to come, honey.  Laura's going to take you
through the roof now, Laura thought, feeling her own body
come alive at her awareness of the approaching climax.
Forgive me for thinking this, but ole Charlie could never
give you what I'm going to give you.
     
     "Unnhhh . . . unnhhh!" Deshona grunted, more rapidly,
more urgently now, suddenly approaching the precipice, her
lovely body writhing and squirming under Laura's vigorous
thrusts.
     
     Laura had again grasped the base of the strap-on dildo
with one hand, knowing that things were about to turn
violent.  She had been in this position before when Deshona
came and knew what to expect.  At the same time, she
suddenly had an inspiration, a way to ensure that this
orgasm was going to top any this delicious woman had ever
had in this position, with either Charles or Laura.  Or the
woman in Baltimore, Laura realized as an afterthought.
     
     It required a total linkage of her body with Deshona's,
an acute and hypersensitive awareness of the girl's state,
of her nearness to the end, of the frantic need of her
flexing muscles and palpitating warm flesh.  Laura needed to
know the precise micro second when Deshona was going to
come, the instant at which coming was inevitable.  And she
was so closely attuned already to the vibrant undulations of
Deshona's marvelous naked body that she knew she would sense
it.  She knew she would light up with recognition herself
when the moment occurred, which could only be seconds from
now.
     
     "Uunnnnhhuuunnhhhh!" Deshona groaned, her head tossing
back and forth on the sheet, her ass uptilted to Laura's
increasingly sharp thrusting.
     
     Laura stabbed the dildo deep into her pussy, knowing
how it sprayed fiery sparks of pain and unbelievable
pleasure through Deshona's body as the huge shaft sank deep
into her clinging pussy and rammed against her cervix.
     
     "Aoouunggghh!  Oh Laura . . . uhhh . . . uhhhh . . ."
     
     Deshona's clotted, tortured voice keened upward.  Laura
could feel the muscles of her back and her buttocks
clenching slightly.  She knew it was here.  Oh god, honey,
it's here!  She felt Deshona's clenching body buckle, then
begin to spring back reflexively, just as she reached
forward with her free hand to grab a fistful of her thick
black curls.  At the same second, she lunged forward again,
plunging the fat, hard dildo deep into Deshona's exploding
pussy, bringing shrieks of rapture from her as her whole
body went into wild convulsions in the grip of a shattering
orgasm.
     
     "Aauuooonnnnnhhhggggwww!" she howled, but then stopped
as Laura yanked back on her hair so hard that for a moment
her voice was totally throttled and crushed.
     
     She was being speared in the pussy by The Empress, and
Laura was fiercely yanking back on her hair, bowing her
lovely back and stretching her throat, all in the same
moment, which sent her into a raving delirium of coming, a
torrent of spasms that seemed to keep rolling in rapid
shockwaves through her convulsing, clenching flesh.
     
     "OOWWWNNGGGHMMMNNIIIEEEEEE!" she cried out a horrible,
murderous shrieks that somehow also vibrated with a rich
overtone of almost unbearable ecstasy.  "Anngghhhnnmmmiieee!
Oh!  Ohnngg!  Anngghhhnnmmmiieee!  Oh Laura!  Oh . . . oh .
. . Laura!  Unngghhhmmnngggiieeee!  Oh shit!"
     
     Laura did not know how long it went on.  She knew
Deshona had no idea.  The crushing convulsions of her orgasm
did not die away suddenly but merely subsided into lesser
shocks, spaced more widely apart, until she finally slumped
back, face down, to the sheet.  Laura gently released her
hair from her fist as Deshona fell forward, panting, gasping
for breath, whimpering helplessly.  Oh god, I hope I didn't
hurt her! she thought.  She had rarely seen anyone so
obliterated by an orgasm, even a multiple one like this one.
     
     "Ohhhhhh . . . don't take it out!" Deshona gasped,
looking back over her shoulder, her eyes bleary and streaked
with red, her mouth slack, her breath still labored.  "Don't
move!"
     
     "I won't," Laura purred, leaning over her to lick her
naked shoulder, to lick the thin film of sweat there.  "I
won't ever move.  I'm in you for good."
     
     Even though she was half-destroyed by her orgasm,
Deshona could muster an involuntary, choked laugh at this.
"You're a wild rapist," she accused Laura.  "God . . . it
was heaven."
     
     "You just lie there and get your breath back," Laura
cautioned tenderly, stroking her upper back, slipping her
fingers under Deshona's hair to caress the nape of her neck
where she had sucked it just before this nuclear explosion
had occurred.
     
     Of course, Laura had not climaxed at the same moment,
and Deshona was more desirable than ever to her, lying there
wasted and half-destroyed by her epic orgasm, still gasping,
barely able to speak.  Laura wanted to keep fucking her.
She wanted to fuck her again, and make her come even harder.
     
     But even the slightest move by her made the huge dildo
move inside Deshona's body and drew a soft whimper from her.
Laura knew that she was swollen and throbbing from this
thrilling fuck and couldn't go on for a while.  She
supported her body gingerly with her arms on either side of
Deshona's and waited patiently for a sign that Deshona's
body was recovering.
     
     Finally, Deshona stirred and looked back over her
shoulder at Laura.  "Okay, try to take it out now . . . but
go slowly."
     
     "What makes you think I want to take it out?" Laura
teased her gently, still kissing her naked back.  "I might
want to go another round with you . . . that one was so
exciting."
     
     Still, she did start withdrawing The Empress from the
tight sleeve of Deshona's clinging pussy.  Deshona winced a
little, though not necessarily in pain, as it came out.
They both looked at the bobbing, wet, obscene, massive
substitute cock as it hung from Laura's groin, still
pointing at Deshona's ravished cunt.
     
     "Well . . ." Laura asked softly, "did it live up to
your expectations?"
     
     But Deshona was running her fingers through her hair to
her scalp, massaging it tentatively, frowning a little.
"Never mind that thing.  Whatever gave you the idea you
could do that to my hair?"
     
     At first Laura thought she was being a little cross,
but then she saw a flicker of sexual meaning in Deshona's
black eyes.  Laura played the part assigned to her.
     
     "I'm what you said," she glared playfully back.  "Mad
rapist.  I couldn't help it.  Anyway, you nearly had one of
those orgasms that puts you in the hospital."
     
     "Tell me about it.  Even Charles in his most vicious
moments never fucked me that hard.  Or pulled my hair
either."
     
     Laura turned conciliatory, concerned.  "Does it hurt?"
She furrowed her brow, even reached out one hand, as if to
soothe the pain.
     
     "Let's just say there's no one like you, Laura,"
Deshona grinned, half ruefully.  She fluffed her hair and
rubbed an especially sore spot of her scalp with two
fingers.  "God, I don't think I ever came like that with
anybody."
     
     "Not even Baltimore?" Laura taunted her playfully.
"Whose name you won't tell me?"
     
     A helpless grin tugged at one corner of Deshona's
sensual lips.  "Oh, all right.  Her name is Jill.
Satisfied?"
     
     "Is Jill white or black?"
     
     Deshona's eyebrow went up.  "Why do you want to know?
Why does it matter to you?"
     
     Laura shrugged.  "Doesn't, I guess."
     
     "Are we being competitive, Laura?"  Deshona now rolled
over onto her side and pointed to the wet strap-on dildo,
making a face.  "Aren't you going to take that thing off?"
     
     Laura made a face back at her and slipped out of the
harness, aware that Deshona's eyes were all over her body.
When she had it completely off, Deshona reached up and
pulled her down against her own body, mashing their naked
breasts together and kissing Laura heatedly, running her
hands down to Laura's ass and squeezing her buns.
     
     "Now it's my turn," she murmured into Laura's neck.
     
     "Are you going to rape me?" Laura inquired in a small,
shy voice.  "Are you going to spank my pussy too?"
     
     "Why, do you want me to?"
     
     Laura thought it over.  Oh god, yes! she realized.  It
wasn't like the episodes with Karen.  It was short and sweet
and fiercely exciting, and she knew she would come in
seconds.  She stretched out in Deshona's arms, pushing her
body sensually against the lovely woman's.
     
     She nuzzled Deshona's neck and kissed her breasts,
tongue-swiping the jutting brown bullet nipples that so
enchanted her.  "I guess I was very bad to pull your hair
like that," she purred.  "Maybe you want to punish me."
     
     Deshona grinned.  "You know what I think.  I think you
want to get us so exhausted in the first two hours that we
won't be able to lift a finger for the next twenty-four."
She pinched Laura's ass, just to show she was serious.
     
     "Ouch!"
     
     "Now come over here and throw on a robe and come with
me into the kitchen so I can make us each a sandwich.  All
this hot screwing really works up an appetite in me, don't
know about you.  Come on, now, we can spend all afternoon in
this bed if we want to."
     
     "Promise?"
     
     Deshona softened.  She had been half way off the bed on
her mission to get bathrobes for them both out of the closet
when Laura pulled her back, and she allowed herself to be
pulled.  They kissed now in a wholly different way than they
had kissed before, a more deeply emotional kiss that was,
among other things, a promise of sexual delights to come
later, as well as a seal on the long-lasting and continuing
bond of feeling between them.  The kiss lasted a long time.
Finally they pulled apart, but not far apart.
     
     I guess I still love her, in a way, Laura thought.  As
if picking up in some extra sensory way on Laura's thought
waves, Deshona smiled back at her.
     
     "I guess I still love you, in a way," she whispered to
Laura.  Then she raised her eyebrow again, ironically.
"Though now I'm pretty fond of Jill, too."  She slapped
Laura's bare ass playfully, scooting away.  "Now c'mon,
let's go get something to eat."