Chapter 286
     
     
     
     
     Amber Grant rolled over and nuzzled Laura's naked back
with her nose, encircling Laura's body with both long arms
at the same time and cupping each of Laura's breasts in her
hands.  Laura could feel Amber's own soft, puffy nipples and
small, perfect breasts pushing into the skin of her back, a
sensation that immediately aroused her all over again.
     
     "Come with me into the living room," Amber murmured,
"and we'll sit naked in front of the big windows and watch
the city down below and drink champagne."
     
     Laura lifted one of Amber's hands from her breast and
pressed her lips into the palm.  "How could I resist?" she
whispered back.  "And then will you fuck me again?"
     
     Amber feigned aloofness.  "I might . . . if you're
good."
     
     "I thought you said I was always good," Laura joked as
they slid off Amber's huge bed and walked naked down the
hallway to her spectacular living room.
     
     Laura watched in silence while Amber, still totally
naked, opened a bottle of champagne, holding it in a white
linen towel in case it bubbled over.  The apartment was
dark, lit only by the reflected glow of the city lights and
the quarter moon.  Since they were on the sixteenth floor of
The Fontana, no one could see them, and Laura felt
deliciously wicked walking around naked in front of the
window with a champagne flute in one hand.  The moonlight
gave their naked bodies a delicious sheen that made the
whole moment thrilling and scintillating.  They had spent an
hour happily screwing, and now were relaxing in the sweet,
warm aftermath of a stirring shared orgasm, aware that more
was to follow.
     
     Amber rejoined her in the living room and they stood in
front of one huge plate glass window, looking out at the
sparkling view of the city at night.  She raised her
champagne flute to Laura in a toast.
     
     "You are good," she said softly, her dark eyes smoking.
"If you only knew how good.  Sometimes I think it's too bad
you're involved, if you know what I mean."
     
     Laura raised her glass to Amber's and clinked it.  They
each took a sip of champagne.  "I thought you had a sweetie
pie too, as you put it," Laura smiled.
     
     "I do," Amber said thoughtfully.  "In fact, I have two.
One in Paris, and one in Chicago.  They don't know about
each other."
     
     "At least they're far enough apart not to cause any
risk.  My sweetie pie lives right here, in Ocean View."
     
     "Sit down over here, I've got something to tell you.
I've got a little present for you."
     
     "Another one?" Laura laughed, following her to a black
leather sofa that was about ten yards long.
     
     She flashed the tennis bracelet Amber had given her
earlier, which she always wore when coming here.  Amber
enjoyed seeing Laura naked wearing only the bracelet.  The
small blue sapphires sparkled brilliantly in the faint
light.
     
     "Different kind of present," Amber said, with a veiled
smirk.
     
     She curled her long, sleek, glossy black legs up under
her butt.  Laura tried not to stare at her scrumptious thick
gleaming nipples.  She realized that their nakedness and the
soft moonlight and the champagne were heating up her blood
again, and fast.
     
     "I sponsor this club over at Cal State Hayward for
minority women.  Euphemism for young black girls who need a
hand up.  I give them money, through the club.  For
activities.  I meet with them, I introduce them to
successful people, I give them a boost and lots of
encouragement.  Sort of the 'You too can be rich' approach.
They all love me and call me Miss Grant, isn't that sweet?"
     
     Laura couldn't tell if she was being cynical or
truthful.  It was sweet, she thought.  "I think it's very
sweet.  I think it's terrific of you to help them out."
     
     "So."  Amber took a deep breath.  "My proposal.  A lot
of these girls want to get into business, after college.
Why, I couldn't know.  I keep telling them it's just a bunch
of boardroom killers and overworked peons.  But they want to
go into it anyway.  So I told a couple of them about you.  I
said you might be willing to come over to Hayward with me
and speak to them.  You know, tell them about what you do,
how you do it, how you got the job, et cetera.  What do you
think?"
     
     "Of course I'll do it," Laura smiled.  "How could I
refuse?  But what does that have to do with a present?  Are
you going to give me one for going?"  She flirted, twisting
her naked body a little to see if Amber's lust was
reawakening, as hers was.
     
     Amber smiled mischievously, then mysteriously.  "Sort
of.  One of the girls is named Arthell Parrish.  Pretty
thing, in a plain sort of way.  Girl next door type.  By
which I mean, just your type," she said with a long,
satirical face.
     
     "How do you know my type?" Laura taunted her back.
"Maybe you're my type.  And you're definitely not the girl
next door."
     
     "I know a lot of things," Amber said, solemnly.  "Trust
me, she's your type.  You'll fall like a rock for her."
     
     "If that's true, why don't you make a pass at her
yourself?"
     
     Amber smiled and shook her head.  "Not my type.  I like
white girls like you.  You like black girls like Arthell."
     
     "And like you," Laura added.
     
     Amber sighed and stretched in the moonlight, letting it
play over her lean, long, naked black body.  "So, I'm
beginning to feel like a procuress here.  Isn't it against
the law or something?  Maybe I've gone far enough."
     
     "Is she a lesbian?  Do you think she is . . . shall we
say, approachable?"
     
     "Gosh, I don't even know," Amber said, wide-eyed and
again satirical.  "I guess you'll just have to find out.  I
can't do everything for you, you know."
     
     "What if I don't find her attractive?"
     
     "You will."  Amber stretched again.  The long smooth
muscles of her midriff rippled and her perfect breasts
jiggled.  "Don't you find me attractive?  After all, I'm
right here, and I'm naked.  I'm getting jealous of Arthell
already."
     
     Laura sat her champagne flute on the glass-and-chromium
table in front of the sofa.  Then she took Amber's from her
hand and placed it beside her own.  She scooted down the
sofa so that their naked thighs were touching.
     
     "Don't you think we should fuck on the sofa here, in
front of the window?" she purred, caressing Amber's
perfectly round black shoulder.  "We can pretend there's
some guy with a telescope over, say, in that building
there."  She pointed out to another high rise.  "And he's
watching these two gorgeous lesbians doing it.  And we're
the ones.  Doesn't it bring out the exhibitionist in you?"
     
     Amber grinned and leaned forward a little, close enough
for their naked breasts to brush.  "I don't care about the
guy with the telescope," she murmured, her eyelids heavy.
"I just want more of this."
     
     
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     Laura had never been to California State University at
Hayward, but Amber insisted that they take separate cars.
     
     "What if she falls in love with you on the spot?" she
said, again with her sharp, satirical grin.  "You want to be
able to drive her home, don't you?"
     
     "I hardly think that's going to happen," Laura said.
     
     She was nervous.  Public speaking made her nervous in
the first place, and the thought of doing it in front of an
audience of black college girls, a large percentage of whom
she would, no doubt, be physically attracted to, made her
doubly nervous.  On top of that, the girl Amber was trying
to set her up with would be there, and Laura would feel
constrained and pressured to look gorgeous and be
intelligent and witty and poised.
     
     Nevertheless, she sucked it up and mustered her deepest
reservoirs of charm, counseling herself that this Arthell
would probably be either indifferent or completely hetero,
therefore nothing to get so worked up over.  Unfortunately,
in this case she turned out to be wrong.  Arthell's sexual
orientation was impossible to discover just from looking at
her, but Amber had been right about how Laura herself would
feel.
     
     Fortunately, Laura did not meet her personally until
after giving her little speech.  There was an audience for
this of about fifteen college girls, mostly black, some from
other minorities, who all seemed to know Amber, and were
very attentive to Laura.  She did not dare to look very
closely at any of them as she stood behind the rostrum,
gazing out at their young, expectant faces, fearing that she
would focus on one and thereafter be completely flummoxed
and speechless.  After all, I'm not here to further a
seduction, she reminded herself.  Whatever Amber might
insinuate.  I'm here to motivate, and answer questions, and
help these lovely girls get on the track to success.
     
     After an introduction by Amber, she gave a little talk
on her job, then answered questions.  The whole thing took
about half an hour.  Then they had soda pop or coffee, and
cookies.  Laura mingled, led by Amber, who introduced her
again individually to each girl.
     
     "Where is she?" Laura whispered to her when they were
briefly alone, unable to stand the suspense.
     
     Amber looked around, brow furrowed.  "I don't know.
Maybe she went to the bathroom.  She was here earlier.  The
one in the red jacket."
     
     "I didn't notice," Laura said.  "I was too nervous to
look."
     
     Amber broke out in an amused grin.  "Now don't you go
blushing when I introduce you.  You're supposed to be a
strong, confident business woman.  She's the shy college
girl.  Not you."
     
     "You know, you are sounding a little like a procuress,"
Laura teased her bluntly.  "Maybe you ought to back off a
little."
     
     Amber gave her an exaggerated faux innocent smile.
"Moi?  Certainly not.  I am merely a facilitator.  Trying to
make everybody happy and get a little for myself at the same
time."  She looked over Laura's shoulder.  "Oh, there she
is.  Come with me.  Come along now.  Don't blush.  Just be
cool."
     
     Laura took a few deep breaths and suddenly came face to
face with Arthell, who was being dragged in her direction by
Amber.
     
     "Arthell Parrish, Laura Robbins," Amber said concisely,
handing Arthell's slim brown hand to Laura, who took it and
felt a tiny hot thrill race through her body all the way
from Arthell's fingers to her tingling pussy.
     
     She struggled not to let either of them see it, see how
excited she had suddenly become.  Arthell was exactly what
Amber had described.  Pretty in a plain sort of way, not
drop dead gorgeous by any stretch but perhaps even better
than gorgeous.  She was completely real, normal, sweet, and
friendly.  She was nearly as tall as Laura and Amber, with
long legs concealed in nondescript bulky black pants.  Her
hair was reddish brown and cut short so that her delicious
dark brown ears were visible.  She had jet black eyes and a
wide mouth, with thick lips of the sort that Laura loved to
crush with hungry kisses.
     
     Her nose was probably a little too big for beauty, and
yet you didn't notice it at all because her smile was . . .
there was no other word for it, Laura thought: sweet.  She
was surpassingly sweet, open, friendly, and wholesome.
Sweet.  Laura knew she and Amber sometimes made little jokes
about 'sweet,' but this girl was the genuine article.  Laura
was willing to bet that if you asked any of the other girls
in the room what one word best described Arthell, they would
all say: sweet.
     
     It was not a quality Laura often found sexy.  True,
some of her lovers had been sweet, at least from time to
time, and of course Sara was a paragon of sweetness
masquerading as a tough chick.  But none had exuded this
simple, pure, and unassuming sweetness the way Arthell did.
And Laura's sensual feelings were aroused by other aspects
of her, over and above her essential sweetness.  For one
thing, she had a wonderful lanky yet curvy body, with long
legs and full breasts.  For another her skin was exquisitely
smooth and dark brown, not deep coal black like Dee Dee's or
Charise's, but not golden like Joy's either, more a rich
deep reddish brown that went beautifully with her hair.
Laura wanted to touch it with her fingertips and her lips.
     
     Arthell wore a small silver chain choker around her
neck, which called attention especially to her throat and
her beautiful straight clavicles.  My god, fine bones, Laura
reflected.  Beautiful bones.  She would make a good model
were it not for that precious nose I would love to kiss.
     
     All these reflections passed at the speed of light
through Laura's mind as she stood there holding Arthell's
hand.
     
     "I loved your talk," Arthell was saying, earnestly.  "I
would so love to have a job like yours some day."
     
     Amber smiled, touching each of their shoulders, almost
as if to push them closer together.  "You two go ahead and
talk.  I'll be back."
     
     Laura was lost in Arthell's sweet face.  Oh god, I'm
going to have to stop thinking about her like that, she
realized.  She may be sweet, but that's beside the point.
She found that Arthell was very easy to talk to, and by the
time Amber rejoined them they were discussing, of all
things, Sarah Vaughan and Dinah Washington.  And Laura was
trying not to look again at Arthell's throat, or her
beautiful clavicles.
     
     "My father was a jazz musician, so that's the kind of
music I grew up with," Arthell said.  "Shoot, I've got
records of Sarah where he's playing in the band.  I even met
her once when I was about three, which I hate not being able
to remember."  She frowned with genuine, though mild,
desolation.
     
     "I heard her sing once.  With Count Basie.  I actually
had to go by myself.  Couldn't get anyone to go with me.
Everybody else made a face.  They were crazy for the Rolling
Stones or something, I guess."  Laura made a face herself.
"But I spent my own money and sat right in the front row.
Where I could watch her sweat."
     
     "I can't believe you couldn't find anyone to ask you,"
Arthell said.  "You look like a super model or something."
     
     "Listen to you," Laura laughed, poking her shoulder
affectionately.  "I do not."  She shifted the subject away
from herself.  "You said 'was'.  I mean, about your father.
I hope he's not-"
     
     "Dead?"  Arthell smiled and shook her head.  "No.  He's
alive and kicking.  He quit to teach music in the schools.
All those smoky bars, and being on the road all the time, it
was killing him."
     
     "Well, you two are really getting along together, I
see," Amber said meaningfully as she returned.  "Good thing,
too, since I have to run."  She glanced at her spectacularly
expensive watch.  "Laura, I promised Arthell I would give
her a lift home, but I have to meet my financial advisor in
the city in thirty minutes.  Could I impose on you to give
her a ride?"
     
     She gave them both the sweetest, falsest expression,
which Laura immediately saw through but Arthell apparently
took for genuine.
     
     Laura came very close to blushing since, to her at
least, Amber was so transparent about pushing them together.
But she realized that Arthell had no notion that it was
happening.  "I'd be happy to," she smiled.  "Do you live
far?"
     
     "Not far.  I live in San Lorenzo."
     
     Laura looked blank.  "As long as you can show me the
way, and then show me how to get back to the freeway."
     
     "Of course," Arthell laughed, throwing back her head a
little, showing off that gorgeous smooth dark brown neck.
     
     They watched Amber leave.  There were still other girls
who wanted to talk with Laura, some of whom also looked good
enough to eat, so it was half an hour before she was able to
escort Arthell to her car.  San Lorenzo was a community
close to Hayward, and it only took about fifteen minutes to
get there.  The house Arthell directed Laura to pull up in
front of was dark.
     
     "Nobody home," Laura said.
     
     "My parents are in Fresno at a family meeting.  My
uncle died recently, and they have to divvy up his stuff, I
guess.  Want to come in?  We could listen to some of those
Sarah records I told you I have.  That is, unless you have
to run."
     
     "I don't."  Laura couldn't stop her heart from
fluttering.  "I would be afraid to go into a dark house like
that by myself anyway.  Safety in numbers."
     
     Arthell laughed.  "Just the two of us?  We're going to
fight off evil rapist murderers?  Don't worry, this is a
peaceful neighborhood.  I come here all the time when it's
dark.  We know the neighbors, and they keep an eye out for
me."
     
     Oh, great! Laura thought.  And if we're in the throes
of hot fucking, one of them is likely to ring the doorbell,
right?  But then she castigated herself sharply for even
thinking this.  Sex was clearly the farthest thing from
Arthell's mind.  And it should be the farthest thing from
mine, Laura thought.  She truly is a sweet, friendly girl.
Please control your self-indulgent sexual urges, Laura.
     
     She locked the car and followed Arthell into the house.
Inside, Arthell immediately shed her light-weight red
jacket, the one Amber had alluded to, and threw it on a
dining room chair.  Under it she wore a loose white blouse
that draped alluringly around her very nice upswept breasts.
Laura could see the outlines of her bra under the fabric.
She was very relaxed and asked Laura if she wanted anything
to drink.
     
     Laura, on the other hand, was extremely nervous.  She
knew this was a chance to make a move, but she was very
reluctant to do it, though the more time she spent with
Arthell, the more enchanted she became.  Just the fresh,
healthy scent of her body as they rode together in the car
had been enough to set Laura's juices flowing.  But somehow
making an obvious, even though subtle, sexual advance seemed
to her like it would completely ruin whatever chance they
had to be close, if Arthell rejected it.  She might not have
another chance.
     
     She declined anything to drink and waited while Arthell
found the records she had mentioned.  They spent the next
half hour listening to them, which was a thoroughly
enjoyable experience unsullied by Laura's ugly sexual urges,
as she had begun to think of them.  This girl really is a
darling sweet thing and doesn't deserve an overbearing
lecher like me breathing down her sweet brown neck.
     
     Another hour passed and it began to seem like the visit
had been unnecessarily prolonged.  True, they enjoyed each
other's company, and the music.  Laura could gaze at this
enchanting creature for hours without getting tired.  And
yet, she knew she was only staying longer in hopes that the
right moment would arrive, that she could touch or caress or
otherwise let Arthell know that she wanted more than mere
conversation.  It never did.
     
     Finally, she resigned herself to it.  "God, I've got to
go," she said, looking at her watch.  "I have to get home to
feed my cat or she'll scratch my eyes out."
     
     Where do I come up with these things? she wondered.
     
     "What's her name?" Arthell asked innocently.
     
     "Her name is Rhonda, and she can be a real bitch.  I
have her on a restricted diet so she won't get any fatter,
and she hates me for it."
     
     "I love cats.  I can't have one because I'm allergic."
     
     They were already at the door, Laura having collected
her handbag and her own jacket.  Oh god, I want to kiss you!
she realized as they stood there.  I want to desperately!
Arthell's thick, sensual lips looked like paradise to her.
     
     But she restrained herself, with immense difficulty.
Instead, she got a quick inspiration.  "Why don't you come
over to the city some day when you have a few hours and I'll
take you to lunch.  I'll show you around the office, and you
can get an idea what it's like."
     
     Arthell looked overcome with joy.  Her face lit up, her
black eyes shining.  "Really?"
     
     "Of course, 'really'.  When can you come?"
     
     "Oh god, I don't want to impose on you.  I can come
almost any time.  God, I would love that."
     
     "You're not imposing.  I want you to come."  Boy, do I,
she thought.  "In fact, you could take BART over and I could
drive you back, if you want."
     
     "That would be best because I don't have my own car."
     
     "Fine," Laura said, decisively.  "It's settled.  How
about tomorrow?"
     
     Arthell shook her head.  "Can't come tomorrow.
Classes.  I could come Wednesday, though."
     
     Laura could feel her pussy fluttering at the thought.
They quickly made arrangements, and Laura left before the
urge to kiss Arthell became too strong to suppress.  Just
the sight of her waving, sweet and winsome and dark and
lovely, from the front porch as Laura drove off was enough
to sent squirmy little hot arrows of happiness through her
moist pussy.
     
     She drove straight to The Fontana, calling Amber on her
cell phone when she was only blocks away.
     
     "Laura . . . why, I thought you'd be panting in the
grasp of those long brown arms by now," Amber said,
sardonically.  "I'm afraid I'm busy right now.  Can you call
me back?"
     
     "Get rid of her.  I'm just so depressed.  I need to see
you."
     
     "Ohhhhh," Amber clucked, "did pretty Arthell turn you
down?  Maybe Auntie Amber should teach you a few tricks
about seducing sweet young things like her."
     
     "Please let me come up."
     
     "I can't just tell her to leave," Amber said, speaking
seriously now under her breath.  "She's . . . let's just say
an old friend."
     
     "Then she'll understand."
     
     "Maybe you'd like to join us."
     
     The prospect of a threesome for once nauseated Laura.
True, she wanted flat-out torrid sex, frenetic fucking of
the hottest kind with Amber, to make her forget about
Arthell.  But only with Amber, not with anyone else.
     
     "I'm not in the mood," she sulked, idling her engine
outside on the street, afraid to drive down into the parking
garage for fear she would lose cell phone reception.
     
     "You sound in a bad way, girl," Amber said, appearing
to give in.  "Okay . . . give me twenty minutes.  Go buy a
magazine or something.  Then come up here and let Auntie
give you a lesson in love."
     
     Laura grinned and switched off the phone.  She hated to
disrupt Amber's little rendezvous, and yet she was entirely,
almost ego-maniacally, focused on her own needs at this
moment.  Amber got me into this, she thought.  Now, let her
get me out.
     
     Thirty minutes later she knocked on Amber's door.
Amber took a while to answer it, and when she did she was
wearing a fluffy pink bathrobe.  She might have been fucking
her brains out with her friend only minutes ago, Laura
thought, but she was at this moment as ravishing as the
first moment Laura had seen her, her silky dark skin wildly
alluring in contrast with the fluffy pink fabric of her
robe.  Amber's dark eyes flickered with amused concern.
     
     "There she is, the rejected one," she said with a long
face.  "Come on in, angel."  She held the door open for
Laura, then closed and locked it behind her.  "Let me guess.
She said 'I'm sorry, but I'm not that way.'  Isn't that what
they always say?"
     
     "Actually, she didn't get the chance," Laura confessed.
"I never . . . even tried to push it.  She's so . . . sweet.
So genuine, so . . . I don't know . . . nice."
     
     Amber nodded, a hint of scorn forming around the
corners of her luscious mouth.  "You just couldn't propose
anything so ugly and basic as fucking to her, right?"
     
     Laura sighed.  "I guess.  I got nervous.  I want her to
like me."
     
     She followed Amber down the entry hallway, past the
Georgia O'Keeffe vagina/flower pictures.  Again she felt
pierced by how fetching Amber was in her pink bathrobe.  She
was much darker than Arthell, with a willowy, sinuous body
that Laura had embraced in fierce rapture many times, and
the thought of doing it again right now was very enticing.
Even the fact that Amber had been fucking someone else
minutes earlier didn't detract from Laura's desire but
somehow only made it stronger.
     
     She couldn't detect any odor of sex on her, but that
didn't mean anything since Amber had so many varieties of
expensive perfume at her disposal that she could easily
cover any scent trail.  She always smelled ethereal and
delicious and faintly sexual, like a carnal angel.
     
     "You want a glass of champagne?" Amber inquired, before
continuing on to the bedroom.  "Or do you just want to get
on with what you couldn't get from her?"
     
     Laura ignored her attitude.  "I could use a cup of
coffee, if you've got any.  Forgive me, but champagne
doesn't do it for me every time.  I guess it's a handicap
from not being born rich."  Touch,, my darling, you catlike
spoiled gorgeous rich girl, I could devour you this instant.
     
     Now Amber grinned broadly.  She loved this little game
of thrust and parry with Laura.  "How do you like it?" she
asked, with a droll moue.  "Let me guess again.  Hot and
black.  Right?"
     
     Laura reached out with one arm, encircling Amber's neck
and drawing her close.  She brushed her lips against
Amber's.  "Skip the coffee," she whispered.  "You know what
I want.  Arthell's darling and sweet, but she's not in this
class."
     
     Amber in turn brushed her full lips against Laura's.
"Maybe what she needs is to be in this class.  With two
expert teachers like us."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I don't think she'd go for it,
somehow.  I didn't sense any . . . you know, positive
vibrations."
     
     "You mean, no gaydar oscillations?" Amber grinned even
more broadly.
     
     "None."
     
     Now Amber kissed her, slowly and methodically.  At the
end of the kiss, she pulled back slightly.  "That doesn't
mean anything.  She is totally focused on something else.
You've got to get her in a place where it's truly a
temptation.  But I'm sure you know that.  You've done it
before, right?"
     
     "A few times.  Sometimes successfully, sometimes not."
     
     Amber nodded.  But she had clearly lost interest in
talking about Laura's disappointment.  She was kissing
Laura's cheek, and her jaw.  "You know, I was just about to
hop into bed with a very old friend of mine when you
called," she purred softly.  "It was mean of you to deprive
me like that."
     
     "Your 'financial advisor,' right?" Laura said
caustically, tilting her head.
     
     Amber did not flinch.  "Right," she lied.  "She and I
were going to roll all over my debentures."
     
     "It was mean.  I'm sorry," Laura purred back, smiling,
enjoying the kisses immensely, kissing Amber back, kissing
her black neck, sliding a hand between the lapels of her
fluffy pink bathrobe.  "Is there anything I can do to make
it up to you?"
     
     "Mmmmm," Amber appeared to ponder the question.  She
reached down and pulled Laura's hand out of her bathrobe,
where Laura had been cupping a small, perfect, warm breast,
feeling the heavenly swollen protruding bulb of Amber's soft
puffy nipple against her palm.  Amber lifted the hand and
scrutinized it.  "You know, she does something special for
me that no one else can do.  I won't let them.  But it looks
like you could fill in."
     
     "Now it's my turn to guess," Laura murmured.
     
     Amber smiled back mysteriously.  "But first I'm going
to make you forget about sweet little Arthell."  She pulled
Laura by the same hand toward the bedroom.  "Temporarily, at
least."
     
     "Did she mind leaving?  Your friend?" Laura asked, as
they entered the bedroom, still holding hands.
     
     Amber smiled ambiguously back over her shoulder, then
shook her head.  "I gave her one of my speedy specials, and
she was happy enough.  That's why I asked you to wait twenty
minutes."
     
     She winked at nodded at the bed, which was  unmade and
rumpled, as if indeed a couple had been quickly and
furiously screwing there only moments ago.
     
     "I'm sorry you had to cut it short," Laura said, dryly.
     
     Amber smirked.  "That's okay.  I know you can give me
what I need."
     
     While Laura watched, she untied the sash of her
bathrobe and slipped it off her shoulders.  Laura was
enchanted as always by her naked body, dark and gleaming and
devastatingly sexy in the half-light she perpetually had on
in her bedroom.  Amber smiled at her and motioned with her
head for Laura to undress too.
     
     "It helps if we're both . . . this way," she said,
pointing to her own nakedness with one finger.
     
     Laura nodded and quickly began to unbutton and unsnap.
"Sorry."
     
     While she was undressing, Amber disappeared into her
huge walk-in closet, really a wholly separate adjacent room,
and returned with the translucent purple strap-on dildo and
harness that she had asked Laura to use on her their very
first time together.  Laura realized that their relationship
was about to jump a few notches upward.
     
     They had been doing this for several weeks now without
ever having resorted again to the strap-on, or to any other
toy or special twist, having found quite enough pleasure so
far in merely ordinary but consummately skilled fucking, at
which they were both experts.  In fact, Laura had
occasionally wondered if they would ever get beyond that, or
want to.  And yet she knew from the way Amber had examined
her hand that fisting was going to happen tonight, and as
she watched Amber slip into the strap-on harness she knew
that she too was going to get a pleasurable workout.
     
     I do believe this gorgeous naked woman means to fuck
me, she thought, feeling tiny secret muscles everywhere in
her body clench in anticipation.  She was naked now and
could feel Amber's dark eyes burning into her body.  Amber
smiled and drew her over to the bed, holding the thick,
shiny dildo with one hand so it wouldn't bob too much as she
walked.
     
     "I hope you don't mind that I didn't change the
sheets," she said in a low, sultry voice.  "Actually, I
don't ever change the sheets.  I have a maid who does that.
Rich girls have some privileges."
     
     Laura growled playfully and pulled her down into the
rumpled mess left by Amber's previous brief fucking with her
old friend.  "I don't care about the sheets," she growled,
biting Amber's neck and squeezing her small, perfect breasts
aggressively.  "I just want you to fuck me.  Anywhere.  On
the floor, if you want to."
     
     Amber made a comical face of pure distaste.  "On the
floor?  Please, darling.  I'll get rug burns on my pretty
knees.  They'll be all pink and raw.  You like them dark
brown, remember?"
     
     "I could devour your knees."  Laura tickled her.  "In
fact, I will devour your pretty knees if you don't fuck me
this instant."
     
       Amber rolled Laura onto her back and began kissing
and stroking her naked body, licking Laura's flesh as her
mouth descended to Laura's breasts.  "You are a very
demanding sexpot," Amber purred to her.  "No wonder that
sweet young girl was afraid of you.  She probably thought
you were going to beg her to fuck you, you nasty thing."
     
     "She . . . didn't have . . . the faintest idea . . ."
Laura panted, already aroused by Amber's tongue on her
nipples.  "Oh, that feels good.  Suck them hard, please."
     
     "Mmmm, trying to rush me?"
     
     Laura smiled and ran her fingers through Amber's hair
to her scalp, affectionately caressing it.  "Not a bit.
Take your time.  Make me go up in flames."
     
     "See, you're beginning to forget about her already,"
Amber murmured, now sucking one of Laura's nipples hungrily.
     
     "Unhhhhh!" Laura moaned.  "Oh yes.  I've forgotten
completely.  I don't . . . ahhhnnn . . . even know who
you're . . . ungghhh . . . talking about!  Ohhhh!"
     
     "I love these pretty dark pink nipples," Amber purred,
holding both of Laura's breasts in her hands and alternating
her sucking lips between Laura's wet, stiffening nipples.
     
     "If you don't get to the serious stuff, I'm going to
pop ahead of you," Laura warned, panting more heavily now.
     
     "Patience, honey, patience.  I have to get my fill of
these beauties.  Laura has the most beautiful boobs of all.
I tell all my friends."
     
     In spite of being wildly aroused, Laura had to giggle a
little at this.  "You are such a big liar."
     
     "No, I'm a little liar," Amber slurped, pinching
Laura's excited wet nipples between the thumb and forefinger
of each hand.  "You've heard of white lies.  That was just a
little black lie.  Because it came from me, get it?  I don't
tell them that, but only so it won't hurt their feelings.
You really do have the most gorgeous boobs of all."
     
     "Oh god, right now they feel like their on fire," Laura
gasped.
     
     She was writhing and churning her hips, giving Amber
every indication that she needed to be fucked, and quickly.
Amber knew the signs but was still in no hurry.  She sucked
and lip-mauled Laura's tender nipples until Laura was
whimpering and squirming uncontrollably.  Only then did she
leave them for a preliminary taste of Laura's festering
pussy prior to cramming it full of the shiny purple dildo.
     
     "Ohhhh!  Ohhhh!" Laura gasped as she felt Amber's long
tongue slither up deep into her oozing cunt.  "Oh god!"
     
     Amber said nothing.  She was very busy sucking and
tonguing Laura's aching pussy, bringing her to the brink.
Laura had certainly forgotten about Arthell now and was
completely immersed in the pure physical pleasure of being
eaten, soon to be fucked, by a very clever and passionate
woman who had devoted a lot of time to polishing her skills.
Amber was apparently determined to give Laura a most
thorough fucking, and completely arousing and toying with
Laura's wet, hungry pussy was a part of her plan to deliver
a stupendous climax.
     
     Whenever Laura seemed stretched too tightly, as if she
were only seconds away from coming, no matter how long they
both wanted it to last, Amber would ease up, change
positions, kiss Laura's body elsewhere, anything to further
the sweet, impossible delay.  Since Laura often did this
herself with her lovers, she knew exactly what was happening
and yet was powerless to stop it.  Oh god, if you don't make
me come, I'm going to die! she thought wildly.  And yet she
willingly surrendered her quivering, writhing body to
Amber's increasingly urgent caresses, knowing that the final
explosion would be shattering.
     
     "Ohhhhh baby . . . oh baby . . . I need it . . . I need
it . . ." she whimpered to Amber, beseeching her with her
eyes, knowing how fiery they had to be with her sexual need.
"Put it in me . . . put it in me now," she begged.  "Fuck me
with it, please.  Please!"
     
     Again Amber said nothing.  She smiled in a sort of
sinister/sexy way at Laura, as if amused by Laura's frantic
need, and finally relented, sliding up between Laura's
yawning thighs and grasping the thick purple stalk in one
hand, guiding the large bulbous head on the end of it toward
the inflamed wet furrow of Laura's pussy.  When it reached
Laura's greasy, swollen cunt lips, Amber, holding the shaft
in the middle, rubbed it up and down in the puckered furrow
without pushing it inside.
     
     "Unnnnnn!" Laura gasped, looking down at her crotch,
seeing the shiny purple monster that was about to penetrate
her body.  When the bulbous head brushed against her clit,
she could feel tiny hot tremors stream through her pussy.
"Ohhnnnn!"
     
     Now Amber spoke, in a low, husky voice.  She leaned
close to Laura and kissed her briefly.  "You want it all?"
     
     Laura nodded.  Her eyes burned into Amber's.  "Do it
like you're afraid to do it with your sweetie pies."
     
     Amber smiled the sinister smile again.  "Do you really
want me to?"
     
     "God, yes!"
     
     Still smiling, Amber now guided the head of the dildo
deeper into Laura's splayed pussy, holding the middle of the
shaft with one hand while she pushed it deep into the tight,
slippery channel.  She did not stop pushing until the whole
stalk was sunk to the very base in Laura's body.  It wasn't
especially thick or long, not at all like The Empress that
she and Deshona had gorged themselves on a week ago, but for
some reason Laura felt like it filled her whole body.
     
     At first Amber did not thrust with it.  She simply left
it buried deep in Laura's pussy and leaned forward again,
swishing her small breasts against Laura's, licking the
flesh of Laura's shoulder, breathing into her ear.  Then, as
she was tickling Laura's earlobe with the tip of her
fantastically long tongue, she began to move her pelvis,
slowly letting the shaft slide in and out of Laura's
clinging pussy, only a few inches out, then back in deep,
fucking Laura so slowly and so softly that Laura almost did
not know it had begun until she felt the head of the long
dildo push again into her cervix.
     
     "Oh god, it goes deep . . ." she mewled to Amber,
fiercely excited, feeling her body roil and quiver with
sexual fire.
     
     "Yes . . . deep . . ." Amber whispered, again thrusting
the dildo up into Laura's cunt, and biting her earlobe now
at the same time as she drove it in even deeper.
     
     "Anngghh!" Laura groaned, her head falling back.  "Oh
yes!  Do it hard!"
     
     "Mmmm, she wants it hard," Amber murmured, as if
talking to herself, bemused.  "Shall I fuck her harder?"
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "Like this?"
     
     For a few moments Amber had not been holding the dildo
but merely thrusting it slowly into Laura's pussy, but now
she grabbed it again with one hand.  Laura, though befogged
and groggy with lust herself, could see a flash of fiercer
sexual hunger than she usually noticed in Amber's dark,
glittering eyes.  This was all she felt before suddenly
being stabbed to the quick by the long hard dildo as Amber
pushed her hips forward in a ferocious thrust.
     
     "Anngghhmmmnnggiiiee!" Laura yelped, feeling a sharp
sensation deep in her pussy where the bulbous knob on the
end of the dildo rammed into her cervix.
     
     It was not exactly pain, but not exactly pleasure
either, just a piercing hot blade cutting through her secret
nerves and making her shudder and squeal uncontrollably.
They had never really fucked this way.  True, Laura had
fucked Amber with the strap-on quite vigorously their first
time, since Amber had asked for it.  But after that their
sex had been thrilling and enlivened by stirring sexual
virtuosity, but never violent.
     
     Amber leaned low, panting now herself.  "Did I hurt
you?"
     
     "No . . ." Laura gasped.  "No . . . I love it!"
     
     "Are you going to come?  You feel like you're going to
come . . . to me," Amber panted, now thrusting more evenly,
but still deep.
     
     "Yes.  Yes, I am," Laura gasped, churning her pelvis,
pushing her crammed pussy up into Amber's lunges.
     
     She was very aroused by the sight of Amber's small,
perfect, dark breasts swaying above her as Amber leaned
forward to fuck her as hard as she wanted to be fucked.  She
lifted her hands to them and squeezed them, pulling Amber
forward and down a little so that she could get one thick,
swollen, puffy black nipple into her mouth.  Oh god, I'm
going to come now for sure! she realized.  Being fucked
while she was sucking her lover's nipple was pure magic for
Laura and could make her explode in seconds.
     
     Amber too became even more aroused by Laura sucking her
nipple hungrily and began fucking her harder, and faster,
pushing the dildo in deep, ramming it home, grunting softly
as she gyrated her hips forward.  By now they were in a
feverish frenzy on the bed, wriggling and writhing together,
Laura's legs locked around Amber's waist as she pumped back
furiously, Amber bracing her elbows on the mattress and
plunging hard into Laura's flaming cunt.  Laura's mouth was
fastened to Amber's beautiful thick nipple like a leech, and
she was sucking it and lip-chewing it hard.
     
     "Ahhnnn!" Amber groaned, looking down frantically at
her small breast half-entrapped in Laura's mouth.  "Oh god,
honey!"
     
     They both knew Laura was going to come any time now.
"Yes . . . yes!" she panted furiously, holding Amber's
breast in her fingers and she came up briefly for breath,
then pinching her thick wet nipple between her tongue and
the roof of her mouth, feeling the fiery beginnings of her
own orgasm awaken deep inside her clenching womb.
     
     Amber sensed it too.  Even though they were writhing
and squirming and struggling wildly together in the crazily
rumpled sheets, their bodies were very synchronized and
connected, and she could feel Laura's inner twitching and
yearning and climactic direction.
     
     "Auunngggmmooouunnnn!" Laura groaned, arching
shuddering, suddenly overcome by a long, wrenching, heavenly
orgasm that bathed her writhing body in slow spasms of
piercing bliss.
     
     Expecting to have a sharp, jolting climax because of
the vigorous way Amber was fucking her, she instead had this
warm bath of agonizingly slow, paralytic muscle rending that
left her gasping and cawing with ecstasy.
     
     "Ohhnnnnnnnggggg . . . unnnnghhhaauunnnggghhh . . . oh
oh god oh . . . dear . . . oh god . . .
unnnnghhhaauunnnggghhh!" she moaned as another wave overtook
and buried her.
     
     Amber had stopped fucking her by now and was merely
clinging to Laura, her wet breast finally free of Laura's
mouth now that Laura needed to gulp huge breaths as her body
was wracked by her staggering orgasm.  Amber did not move
and let Laura bear down with her pubic bone on the thick
dildo that was buried in her pussy, letting Laura grind
herself into a few more shuddering aftershocks.
     
     All this went on for a very long time.  Like Laura,
Amber never wanted it to be over and would cling until the
dawn, if necessary, holding tight, kissing Laura's cheek,
her forehead, whispering meaningless, half audible things to
her, while Laura gently floated back to earth.  After an
interminable period of small, happy pussy spasms, things
began to settle out for Laura, who stirred groggily under
Amber's lovely body.
     
     "You really know how to do it to me, my darling," she
purred to Amber, caressing her naked back.
     
     Amber grinned and nipped her chin.  "Had enough?  I bet
I could get you there again in two minutes."
     
     "I'll bet you could too," Laura agreed.  "I think I
might die under the strain."  She winced as Amber slowly
removed the huge shaft from her clinging pussy.  "You really
know how to ram that thing, don't you."
     
     "I've had a little practice," Amber said, patting the
wet purple dildo with her fingers.  "I call him the Purple
Pussy Pumper.  He's a monster.  Insatiable devil.  He loves
your pussy, I can tell."
     
     Goodness, everyone seems to name their dildos these
days, Laura thought, bemused.  How utterly cute.  "How can
you tell?" she asked Amber, watching with fascination as she
slipped out of the strap-on harness.
     
     "Mmmm, I have my ways," Amber smirked mysteriously.
She put the wet dildo on a towel that was on a chair by the
bed.  "But enough about me.  Did you have a nice little
come?"
     
     "A nice big one.  It got to me before I was even
ready."
     
     "That's my specialty," Amber smirked again.  "Get 'em
when their guard is down.  They'll love you for it."
     
     Laura pulled her down into the messy sheets.  "Come
here and let me show you how much I love you for it."
     
     "Mmmm, Amber said, rubbing her naked breasts into
Laura's while they kissed passionately.  "You know what I
want you to do, I think."
     
     Laura nodded.  "I know."
     
     "Here, this will help," Amber said, leaning across the
bed and opening a drawer in the bedstand, removing a tube of
lubricating jelly.  She held her left breast in one palm as
she handed the tube to Laura.  "And by the way, abuse the
other one for a while, if you get a craving.  You nearly
sucked this one clear off.  It's still sore."
     
     Laura frowned.  "Sorry.  I got carried away, I guess."
     
     "Anything for my honored guest.  But I do use these
things on other girls too, you know.  They also like them
and probably don't want to see a little chewed stump,
Laura's legacy."
     
     "You have my deepest apologies," Laura murmured,
reaching out for the perfect sculptured upswept dark globe.
"Here, let me make up to it."
     
     Amber scowled playfully, flinching back.  "Not a
chance.  You're a titty killer."  She smiled teasingly.  "A
titty lover too, of course."  Her eyes rolled up, this time
not so playfully, instead rather out of her control.  "God,
I think sometimes the way you suck them . . . I'm going to
come . . . just from that."
     
     "Want to try it?" Laura smiled, beckoning her.  "Maybe
you can."
     
     Amber softened.  She smiled too and came closer again,
settling down with Laura into the sheets, which now looked a
little like a mountain range recently flung up by
underground tectonic forces.  Amber batted down the tallest
peaks with one hand.
     
     "Maybe we'll have to take an intermission and I can get
the maid over here to remake this bed."
     
     "I can do it," Laura said brightly, pulling her close
and kissing her dark, smooth neck and shoulders, the
flawless black skin of her chest.  "I'm not rich.  I have to
make my own bed, so I have lots of practice."
     
     Amber laughed throatily.  "I'll bet you do, after
rolling around in it with all those hot sisters you so love
to love."
     
     "You mean like this one?"
     
     Laura dropped her mouth to Amber's other breast, the
one she had not yet tortured with her passion.
     
     "Oh!  Ahhnnnn!" Amber gasped, looking down.  "There you
go again!"
     
     "Mmmm, but I'm going to be much gentler this time,"
Laura purred.
     
     At the same time she was sucking Amber's swollen, puffy
black nipple, she dropped her hand between the girl's silky
thighs and began to stroke Amber's lovely wet pussy with two
fingers.  Amber's thighs yawned wide, and she stretched out
as if to give Laura full access to her lean, supple body.
     
     "Are you going to do me like I asked?" she inquired in
a small, girlish voice, much different from her usual brash
confident one.
     
     "Mmmm, I guess I can manage that," Laura murmured,
laving Amber's beautiful protruding wet nipple with her
tongue.
     
     "It's much better if you use the jelly," Amber panted,
growing quickly more aroused by Laura's adroit
ministrations.  "I have a tight little pussy."
     
     Laura smiled up at her.  "Why . . . you act like I've
never kissed it before.  In fact, I have had my fingers and
my tongue inside your beautiful black kitty many times,
sweetheart, and I plan to have them there again."
     
     Amber didn't say anything.  Her black eyes were wide
and swirling with hot invitations.  Laura held her pulsing
eyes with her own as she slid the two fingers that were
already playing with Amber's swollen cunt lips up into the
greasy warm channel.  Amber's eyes rolled up again.  A sharp
intake of breath whistled past her clenched teeth.
     
     "Hhhhhhh!  Oh . . . yes!" Amber gasped.
     
     It was a tight little pussy, tighter than most, Laura
realized.  Her hand was small, and she had wiggled it into
snug, wet pussies just as tight as this one, but she knew
that Amber was right, it would be easier with the lubricant.
Quickly, she picked up the tube from where she had dropped
it earlier.  Amber waited patiently, eyes pulsing, breathing
rapid, as Laura greased up all the fingers of her hand, then
placed the tube and cap on the bedstand next to the lamp.
     
     Again their eyes locked as Laura approached the moment
of penetration, sliding again between Amber's thin, yawning
thighs, brushing Amber's sensitive pussy lips with the tips
of her fingers.
     
     "Honey, I'm going to make you climb the walls," Laura
murmured to her, looking down to enjoy the exquisite
pleasure of watching her hand invade Amber's lovely oozing
quim, so hot pink on the inside, the wavy black lips parting
to let in her fingers as she pushed.
     
     Amber watched too, her face frozen in sexual
fascination, her lips parted and forming an expectant 'Oh.'
Laura's longest three fingers, the middle ones, slid into
the buttery, puckering slit, and she instinctively bunched
them together, pressing her thumb and little finger into the
center of the wedge, until all her fingers disappeared into
Amber's yielding pussy up to the second knuckle.
     
     "Oh . . ." Amber gasped, very softly.  "Oh."  Very
seriously.  Almost but not quite alarmed.   "Oh . . . yes."
     
     "Mmmm, does that feel good?" Laura purred to her.  "Do
you want the whole thing inside?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!"
     
     Laura loved watching Amber lose control.  Usually she
was so cool, so calm, so aristocratic and in charge, that
seeing all that dignified though sardonic self-possession
evaporate and disappear to be quickly replaced by total
need, by desperate, I'll-do-anything, raw sexual craving was
to Laura a thrilling event.  Amber was not aloof and remote,
as Deshona had initially been, and certainly not hostile and
prickly, as Shontay had been-both of whom Laura had
certainly enjoyed reducing to insatiable, helpless physical
hunger.  Nevertheless, Amber was mildly amused and above it
all until moments like this one, gently mocking Laura for
her misadventure with Arthell until Laura's sexual caresses
became too much for her.
     
     This was something they had not done before with each
other, an intimate, very solemn kind of fucking they seemed
to have reserved until now, and both were hypnotically
transfixed by what was about to occur.  Laura's five-finger
wedge was already half-inside Amber's tight, wet, warm
pussy, but the other half was the tricky, and also wildly
erotic, part, the instant when she pushed it all the way
inside.
     
     And Amber had been speaking the truth: her pussy was
indeed very snug, one of the tightest Laura had ever felt.
The lubricating jelly on Laura's fingers was very helpful in
easing things along, and it only took a little extra
pressure to force her whole fist inside the tight, warm
channel.
     
     "Unhhh!" Amber gasped involuntarily.  Her eyes went
briefly glassy and watery as she looked down at Laura's hand
in her pussy.  "Oh god . . . move it a little," she gasped
again.
     
     Laura smiled.  She too was fascinated by the sight of
her hand inside Amber's sweet, glossy black cunt, engorging
it, making the distended outer lips shine and swell.  Amber
was so wet that the fine filaments of blonde hair on Laura's
wrist were shiny with clinging nectars.  Amber's sleek wet
pussy lips seemed to enclose her hand like a hungry mouth
eager to suck down Laura's whole arm.
     
     Laura twisted her hand, and Amber whimpered.  Her black
eyes throbbed and swirled and flashed with nearly unbearable
sexual excitement.  Laura's eyes swept hungrily up and down
her sleek black naked body, arrested as always by Amber's
enchanting puffy, protruding nipples, swirling a little as
her body flexed and twisted in response to Laura's twisting
hand.
     
     "God, you are so beautiful," Laura said in a hushed
voice, now letting her eyes linger for a few seconds on the
fantastic filigree of black and dark red ink that formed the
intricate tattoo surrounding Amber's navel.  "So . . .
beautiful."
     
     She could feel the beginnings of the mystic awe that
usually enveloped her-enveloped them both-when she was fist-
fucking a beautiful woman, and yet somehow it was different
this time.  She realized that Amber, for some reason, did
not feel it the way she, Laura, did, or that she was
resisting it in favor of quick, incendiary, raw fucking.  It
was almost as if Amber did not have time to waste indulging
in a deep, throbbing, emotional/sexual connection but
instead wanted a cataclysmic and crushing physical collision
and sudden release, and right now.
     
     Laura was used to doing this slowly, carefully, with a
simmering build-up, and a piercingly intimate crescendo of
shared feeling, a deeply emotional union that resulted,
usually, in spectacular orgasms unlike any other, orgasms
that left her partner, or herself if she were the recipient,
just destroyed and throbbing with emotional and physical
aftershocks.  And that might be what was going to happen
now, but Amber was certainly not waiting around for the
emotion to gather steam.
     
     "Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" she panted, slowly, but ever
more rapidly, gyrating her hips, pushing her engorged pussy
up into Laura's hand, biting her lower lip, her black eyes
streaked with fiery red need.  "Oh yes . . . oh yes!  Laura
. . . do it faster . . . yes!  Ungghh!"
     
     Laura, though she was biased in favor of the slow,
mystical way she loved so much, was flexible enough to give
in to Amber's wishes.  "Oh honey . . . is it good for you?"
she asked, twisting her hand inside Amber's tight pussy, and
thrusting a little more vigorously, knowing it was what
Amber wanted.  "Do you like it?"
     
     Amber's eyes caught Laura's and held them.  "Oh god,
yes!"  She began pumping harder, faster.  "Fuck me, Laura .
. ." she panted.  "Do it . . . fuck me . . . I know you can
do it . . . fuck me hard."
     
     "Oh honey . . . I don't want to," Laura purred, leaning
forward, running her free hand all over Amber's smooth,
flexing body, cupping her small, swirling breasts,
scissoring Amber's delectable, coal-black, puffy nipples in
her fingers.  "I want to do it slow . . . I want it to go
on."
     
     Amber grimaced, whether from Laura's reluctance or from
the intense sensations Laura couldn't tell.  Maybe both.
"You owe me, girl," she panted, bucking her hips even more
rapidly.  "You . . . owe . . . me . . ."
     
     Laura smiled.  She was getting caught up in the sheer
sexual intensity of the act.  She realized that she did owe
Amber, not only for introducing her to Arthell, though it
was still an uncertain prospect, but also for simply
seducing her, Laura, in the first place, bringing her here
frequently for steamy, thrilling sex, buying her an
expensive bracelet.  She owed her for being so
straightforward and uncomplicated, so frank and secure about
her own needs and Laura's, so discreet and so hot at the
same time.
     
     "I know I do," she said huskily.  She twisted her hand
once again, slowly, feeling the soft but tight spongy wet
flesh of Amber's interior pussy walls enclosing it snugly.
"I want it to be the best ever for you."
     
     But Amber by now was apparently past being able to
reply.  Her eyes rolled up.  Her body became taut and tense,
gleaming black and glossy in the half-light of the bedroom,
her thighs clenching as she pumped up into Laura's fist
harder and harder.  The pale skin of Laura's wrist against
the very black and wet lips of Amber's distended pussy was
wildly arousing to Laura.  She could see the paler swollen
knob of Amber's clit pushing out from it's sheltering hood
each time her hand pushed back into Amber's clasping cunt.
     
     "Ahnn . . . unnhh . . . unnnnuunnnnn!" Amber grunted
softly, her eyes catching Laura's again, drawing Laura in.
Fuck me . . . fuck me, said her eyes.  Fuck me hard . . .
fuck me fast . . . I'm dying.
     
     "Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . ." Laura responded,
letting the accelerating tempo draw her in further, picking
up the pace herself, now really fucking Amber with her hand
rather than simply holding it still while Amber did the
work.
     
     "Ohnngngg!" Amber suddenly groaned.  "Oh god!  Oh
shit!"
     
     Oh, she's going to come, Laura realized.  She's so
close.  Even closer than I thought.  She's going to come so
hard.
     
     Laura couldn't resist bending down and forward, taking
a few hungry, passionate swipes with her tongue at the hard,
swollen berry of Amber's clit.  It felt like a warm,
slippery, hard little marble sliding across her tongue, and
she closed her lips over it, sucking quickly and sharply.
     
     "Anngghiiiiee!" Amber suddenly shrieked, her body
stiffening and shuddering in midair.
     
     Laura let it go, fearing she had sucked it too hard,
but already Amber was thrashing and bucking wildly, now
whinnying and sliding her hands down to Laura's wrist,
clutching it and frantically jamming her crammed pussy into
Laura's fist.
     
     "Annggg . . . anngggg . . . anngggg . . ." she grunted,
delirious now with need, crazily fucking Laura's hand and
rearing up to force her pubic bone down into Laura's wrist,
which she held steady with both hands.
     
     They had had some wild sex in the past, but never had
Laura seen Amber so frantic and crazy.  And she knew the
girl was going to come in seconds, or was already coming,
since she felt the smooth inner muscles of Amber's pussy
contracting around her hand, and could hear from Amber's
hysterical wheezing that a sharp cataclysm was about to
occur.
     
     "Oh yes, honey, yes, do it, do it . . . yes . . . do
it!" she panted, feverish with fresh, throbbing lust
herself, now thrusting more than she had been doing up to
now with her hand, knowing that Amber craved it and was just
a split second away from a fierce climax.
     
     Suddenly a sharp convulsion shook Amber's taut body, an
electrifying shock that stopped her wild moaning in mid
breath.  Laura realized she was already coming hard since
her lean, undulating body was shuddering and twisting far
more violently than before, but not a sound could escape
from her constricted throat.  Since by now from all the
energetic pumping she had been doing her lovely lean black
body was coated with a fine film of sweat, her flesh was
shiny and voluptuous in the extreme, driving Laura to new
heights of acute desire.
     
     "Aaauunnggghhhh!" a fierce roar of clotted, half-
strangled ecstasy finally escaped from Amber's throat.
     
     Then the dam burst.  Amber simply exploded with sharp
spasms of coming as a huge, crushing orgasm wracked her
straining body.  She flipped and surged off the mattress,
again grinding her spasming cunt down into Laura's hand,
gasping and gurgling, then crying out in sharp groans as the
excruciating pleasure of her orgasm raked her shuddering
flesh.
     
     Laura looped her free arm around Amber's thrusting
pelvis, cradling the girl's jumping hips, just to make sure
they still stayed linked through the violence of this
shattering climax.
     
     "Auunnggghnnmmggiiieeeee!" Amber wailed, her hysterical
cries tailing off as the most piercing part of her orgasm
began to wane, her body now quivering and flexing instead of
shuddering violently.  "Ohhhhhhh!  Unggghhh!  Oh . . . god!"
     
     Laura, afraid to move, lovingly kissed her navel, and
then kissed the rippling tattoo, which moved as Amber's
stomach muscles moved, still half-convulsed by the dying
spasms of her shockingly intense orgasm.  She felt marvelous
love and desire for Amber, and yet none of the warm,
mysterious, deep union she had felt when fisting Deshona, or
Mavis, or Randi, or others in the past.
     
     Finally, after a lengthy descent, Amber's movements
came to a stop.  Even her stomach muscles stopped
convulsing.  Figuring it was over, Laura started to remove
her hand, but Amber quickly clamped her thighs shut on
Laura's arm.
     
     "No.  Leave it there.  God, I love feeling it in
there."
     
     Laura smiled up at her.  "Not any more than I love it,"
she murmured.
     
     Amber's black eyes were glazed and grateful.  "I think
. . . I might come again if you even breathe."  Her body
gave a sharp little quiver, as if to confirm her words.
     
     "In that case, I'm going to breathe hard . . . and
fast."
     
     Amber giggled softly, unclamping her thighs, letting
Laura's arm free.  "If I come again like that, you'll have
to call the coroner.  It'll be ugly for you.  They'll think
you killed me for my money."
     
     "Now that's something I never thought of," Laura said,
bemused, slowly withdrawing her hand from Amber's tight,
clinging pussy, enjoying the wetness that slathered her
fingers.  "I'd have to get you to change your will first."
     
     She wiped it on the sheet.  Amber, who had been slack
and limp from her orgasm, came back to life, sitting up and
embracing Laura.  "I might just have to do that," she
murmured to Laura in a slightly hoarse voice.  "You have the
smallest, most wonderful hand I ever felt.  I think I might
lock you up in a cage and make you do that to me every
night."
     
     They kissed, a long and deep kiss that lasted for
minutes.  Laura crinkled her nose and gave Amber a loopy
smile.  "I sometimes wonder if I might be happy enough just
to be your love slave."
     
     "Silly girl," Amber clucked.  "If you were my love
slave, you'd never get your mouth into that pretty Arthell's
sweet black pussy.  Now tell me, isn't she everything I
said?"
     
     This made Laura feel a little depressed again.  She
must have visibly sagged because Amber instantly bucked her
up and teased her.
     
     "Don't be so down!  She'll come around.  You have to
drench her with that Laura charm.  Spend some time with her,
you know.  Don't make a beeline for the bed. You know how to
do that.  I know you do."
     
     Laura shrugged and nodded.  "She is exactly everything
you said," she admitted.  "I kind of wish she wasn't."
     
     "Come on, now.  You wish she was ugly and fat and
ignorant?"
     
     "Of course not.  I wish she wasn't so sweet.  It makes
me feel like a lech."
     
     "You are a lech, darling," Amber poked her in the arm.
"Now kiss me and forget about sweet Arthell for a little
while, okay?  We still have the night ahead of us.  I'll go
get some champagne and we can, oh gosh, just do more of this
until you have to go to work in the morning."
     
     Laura smiled and relaxed.  Already she was scheming in
her mind, as Amber momentarily left the bedroom to get the
champagne she had promised, on the ways she could get
Arthell, who naturally suspected nothing as yet, to weaken
and finally crumble.