Chapter 282 "I'm leaving Saturday," Dee Dee said, her voice soft and a little plaintive. "For Ann Arbor. I won't be back for . . . who knows when. Six months, maybe. I know you're sort of . . . involved with Sara. But I like you, Laura. I'd like to see you one more time before I go. I promise I wouldn't let her know." Over the phone her voice sounded almost pained to Laura, as if she were going to suffer if she didn't see her, just the thing to tug Laura's heart. Dee Dee was a very complicated person. She could be dour and serious, had little sense of humor (very peculiar for a sister, even a half-sister, of madcap Sara), was frequently hostile or bristly, then alternatively alluring in a dangerous, thrilling way that also was alien to Sara's character. Dee Dee was enormously bright and articulate, was going off to Ann Arbor for a last chance at completing her Ph.D., and was an absolute scorcher of a bed mate. She was also very reckless with her lovely young body, ingesting drugs and alcohol in quantity, allowing herself to get pregnant often apparently by accident or carelessness, having undergone numerous abortions. Sara had explained it all to Laura, and Laura had even seen some of the former herself. Dee Dee occasionally got so drunk or overdosed on some kind of drug that she could no longer climax. And yet under all this she was so totally, touchingly vulnerable that Laura could never turn away from her, even though she had nearly caused a fatal breakup between Laura and Sara. It was this touching vulnerability that Laura heard in her voice right now. It didn't help that Dee Dee was also quite beautiful as well as smart, and had the deeply blue black smooth-as- velvet skin that Laura somehow found especially desirable and erotic. Just seeing Dee Dee's smooth coal black skin, which Dee Dee obligingly exposed-to everyone, it seemed, not just Laura- at every opportunity, was enough to make Laura's pussy flutter excitedly. And yet, she had almost lost Sara by fucking with Dee Dee the first time. True, after that they had been very careful. And yet, did Laura want even to risk it? Dee Dee could sense her hesitation, even over the phone. "Look, I know what you're thinking. You can come out here, where I'm staying. I'm in this old house on Ulloa near Thirty-Seventh Avenue. The woman who rents me the room . . . I call her the widow Harper . . . she's really very nice to me. She's out of town in New Orleans for a few days. We would have the whole house to ourselves. That way you don't have to be worried that Sara might drop by in . . . you know, the middle of things." This was an even more urgent consideration than before, Laura knew, since after her last, mid-week intimacy with Sara, during which they had nearly consumed each other with radiant love and beautiful sex, and which Laura had initiated by dropping in on Sara unexpectedly, there was no longer any guarantee that Sara might not return the favor at any time. It would be bad enough for her to catch Laura with Joy, but to actually come upon her in bed with Dee Dee would be the end for sure. Once bitten, twice shy. It was out of the question. "When . . . did you have in mind?" Laura asked, tentatively groping her way forward, unwilling to give up the opportunity but very cautious about accepting it. "Tonight. Or tomorrow. I told you, I'm leaving Saturday." It was Thursday. Laura and Sara always met on Friday night after work. "It'll have to be tonight," she said, both resigned, weary from having to make such a choice, but also sexually titillated by the prospect of a few exhausting hours in bed with this fantastic woman. Dee Dee gave her the address. "And bring some of those . . . things you've got," she added, almost surreptitiously. "You know, from your secret drawer. The blindfold, the handcuffs, you know." "I know," Laura admitted. Dee Dee, in addition to being wildly attractive, also liked her sex a little rough at times, at least with Laura. "I'll bring them." This perked Dee Dee up immediately, and she began to seem upbeat and chipper. "I can't wait. I'll see you about six-thirty?" "Yes." Laura surprised herself by being remarkably calm after work as she dropped by her condo to pick up the requested items. She hummed a tune, one of the sweet songs of love that Sara always inspired in her, and all the while acted as if she were actually someone else doing this. She herself was on the outside looking in as this person rummaged through her drawer and filled a small valise with the scarf they had once before used as a blindfold, both pairs of handcuffs and keys, the strap-on dildo harness and the long, ribbed dildo, as well as the Double Penetrator. As a last thought, she threw in a little nylon rope. Who could say what Demetra might want. And after all, this would be the last sex they would share for months. Might as well make it as hot as possible. She realized that this person, not her, that she was watching had called Dee Dee by her given name, which usually had the effect of driving Dee Dee into a purple fury. She hated being called Demetra, and was quick to let Laura know it. Mmmm, you'd better not do that again, she warned Laura, her alternate self. She doesn't like to be called that. She says Sara calls her that when she's mad at her. Don't give her the opportunity to indulge all her rivalry with Sara. Snapping the valise shut, unable to keep up the pretense any longer that someone else was doing this instead of her, she went back out to her car and realized that her hands were shaking as she gripped the steering wheel. I'm not doing anything wrong, she told herself. She's Sara's sister . . . but she'll be gone by Saturday, safely back in Ann Arbor. Nothing will come of this but an evening of really terrific fucking. She wants it . . . I want it. Why should we let anything get in the way of it? She realized that her hands had been shaking a little more out of sexual anticipation than any guilt or potential remorse she felt about betraying Sara. Sure, she wouldn't like Sara to find out about it, but there appeared to be little chance of that. And Dee Dee had made it clear that she was looking forward to some wild sex. Laura could feel her pulse racing as she looked for a parking space on Ulloa Street, which was about as hard to find as ever. Dee Dee met her at the door, wearing tight-fitting white pants and a Yankees tee-shirt. Her hair fell in long red-gold-brown ringlets around her cheeks. She was breathtaking. Laura's breath caught in her throat. It was hard to believe that this ravishing young girl had lived through the low-life debauchery, drugs, pregnancies, abortions, everything Sara had described. She looked fresh, bright, clean, healthy, friendly, and shockingly sexy. It was also hard to believe that she was only a few credits and a dissertation defense away from her doctorate. "How's the Ph.D. candidate?" Laura asked, looking her up and down. "You look good enough to eat." "Hope so," Dee Dee flirted, letting her in and double- locking the door behind her. "And I'm not a candidate yet. They only let me in on a probationary status. I have to prove myself to them first." "I won't even ask what that involves. Here, I also brought a bottle of wine. If you're good, you can have some." She winked. Dee Dee lowered her eyelashes and gave Laura a sultry grin. "I thought you said I was always good. I've never had any complaints. Ruta is always begging me to come back over to Berkeley and give her another little taste of the sweet African pussy." "Ruta? Is she that Czech professor?" Dee Dee nodded coyly. She knew how roiled and flustered Laura became at the thought of Dee Dee in the arms of another lesbian lover. For some reason, Laura didn't worry about how many guys hammered this lovely creature, as long as they didn't give her some communicable disease, but she wanted to be the sole beacon of incandescent lesbian sex for Dee Dee, the one who gave her life-altering orgasms, the one she could not live without. This was really a very dangerous attitude, she knew, for several reasons. One, it didn't make any sense to be jealous of the odious Ruta, whom Dee Dee seemed mostly to use just to fan Laura's competitive lusts anyway. Two, it wasn't wise to be feeling so proprietary about the body of a girl who was the sister, and an ungovernable sister at that, of the love of your life. Laura made her face to express her extreme distaste for the subject of Ruta. Dee Dee gave her a very coquettish smile and sidled up closer. "Don't be jealous, Laura. She isn't half as good as you. Even a quarter as good. She isn't gorgeous, either. She kind of looks like a troll from the Black Forest." She ran a fingertip across Laura's lips, her dark eyes pulsing. "Anyway, I haven't seen her since I last saw you. I've been such a good girl. No drinking. No drugs. No screwing. Just studying and working and being such a disgusting good girl. Tonight I want to be bad." "If she looks like a troll, why do you let her fuck you?" Laura asked. Dee Dee pulled back a little and raised her eyebrow, as if this were a bizarre question that needed no answer. "Haven't you ever gone to bed with somebody who was really ugly?" Laura shook her head. It was true; she hadn't, male or female. Dee Dee's arched eyebrow slowly fell. "One, sometimes they are the wildest you will ever find. Hot doesn't describe it. Maybe it's all that pent-up need. They just explode all over you. Two, there's something really arousing about giving your body to them. Something elemental. Like this troll fucking me is a force of nature. She's slobbering all over my flesh and ramming her fingers into me, and sucking me . . . and god, I'm am suddenly coming so hard. All because she-or he, (she said, pointedly)-is this grotesque, voracious animal of a person, just taking me, just . . . devouring me." Laura realized she was getting very aroused listening to Dee Dee's little narrative. Being this close to her and smelling the fresh, healthy, sexual odor of her young body didn't help. And of course, as always, Dee Dee's incredibly smooth very black skin beckoned her lips, her fingertips, her eyes, which roamed hungrily all over Dee Dee's face and neck as she was speaking. "I can . . . devour you too," she half-whispered, half- croaked. Dee Dee smiled. "You look like you're getting ready to do it right now." "Do you have any objections?" Dee Dee shook her head. "Why do you think I asked you over here instead of Ruta?" She came closer, propping both wrists on Laura's shoulders, her face so close now that Laura could feel her warm breath. "Fucking with somebody gorgeous can be terrific too," she whispered. "Especially if it's you." "You're so kind," Laura breathed, letting her mouth come closer to Dee Dee's until they were suddenly kissing. She remembered how they had fucked several times in a very athletic and sometimes kinky way before ever really kissing seriously like this, a long, deep, emotional kiss. Only during their last time together had they begun to feel true affection for each other, and of course Laura had always been a little shy of it because Dee Dee was Sara's sister. Dee Dee, being vulnerable underneath all her curt, brash mannerisms, was not inclined to let anyone very close, especially Laura, who was in love with her sister. But now they took their time. They had all evening, and for once they were not filled with a hot urgency to get naked and start groaning. Instead, they kissed very much the way Laura and Sara kissed, slowly, searchingly, with deep intimacy and feeling. Laura recalled how last time Dee Dee had said nobody had ever kissed her this way since she was seventeen. This was so touching that Laura wanted to remind her of it too, but not by mentioning it, only by kissing her that way. "I love to kiss you," she whispered against Dee Dee's sensual lips, sliding her tongue between them, probing Dee Dee's open mouth with it. She realized that both of them were feeling more emotional than ever too since Dee Dee was going away. They would not see each other for a long time. True, Laura was in love with Sara, but there was now something special, something new, between her and Dee Dee too, something more than just sex; though, if you had to weigh it, sex was certainly more with Dee Dee than with Sara, and love with Sara more than Dee Dee. Laura could not resist a fantasy she frequently had when making love serially to two different women: god, think what it would be like to be in bed with both of them at once! "I can tell you do," Dee Dee whispered back, "because you're not just diving for my black pussy like everybody else. I like the way you kiss me." Laura kissed her smooth black neck and her ear, and the little hard bone behind her ear. "I'm going for it too, in a minute," she panted softly. "I want you to know that." Dee Dee twisted her head and got her own lips on Laura's neck. "You're making it pretty wet by what you're doing," she murmured, kissing down under Laura's collar. Laura shivered and let forth a delighted, husky giggle. "God . . . you're getting me so excited." Dee Dee smiled and purred, kissing her way back up Laura's neck to her cheek, to her mouth. "Does it make you want to lick me, like you said before? Does it make you want to lick my shoulder? My skin? My arm? Here . . . lick my arm." She held up one deeply black and smooth arm to Laura's lips. Laura ran a fingertip along the firm, supple flesh, leaning forward slightly and brushing it with her lips, feeling the fires in her pussy flare. "Your skin is so black . . . so beautiful," she said softly, kissing it everywhere, up toward Dee Dee's sleeve. "Take this off," she plucked the white Yankees tee-shirt, "so I can kiss all of you and lick you everywhere." Dee Dee smiled mysteriously. She leaned down and picked up the small valise from the spot where Laura had dropped it. Laura had not noticed her small breasts swaying under the tee-shirt until now, partially because of the blue 'Yankees' logo which spread across them, partially because she had been so taken by other parts of Dee Dee's splendid body and freshly interesting personality that she had not focused on them. But now, as Dee Dee bent down briefly, she could see them dipping out slightly, see the soft bumps of Dee Dee's nipples moving under the fabric, and it electrified her. I want her so much! she realized. I keep trying to ignore it. But I want her. I want her bad. "Aren't we getting ahead of ourselves?" Dee Dee asked her, an amused expression forming around her desirable mouth. "Don't you have some little surprises in here for me?" "Kinkomania," Laura winked at her. "You're a nasty little thing, aren't you." "I saw you looking at my tits. Takes one to know one." Laura shook her head playfully. "Oh no. I was only wanting to kiss and lick them. Nothing kinky. You're the one who wants that." "You bet I do," Dee Dee said, with a sudden hard glance down at the valise. "I told you, tonight I'm going to be bad." Laura reached out with one hand and drew her close again. "No . . . we're going to be good. We're going to be so good together. All the time you're back in Ann Arbor, you're going to be remembering how good it was last time with Laura." Now she ran her hands up under the Yankees tee-shirt for the first time, feeling Dee Dee's warm, incredibly smooth and taut skin against her palms and fingertips, touching only her shapely back but exploring every inch of it. They kissed again, with Dee Dee still holding the valise, but this time it was a hungrier kiss, wet, urgent, stabbing, teeth-clinking. They were both panting softly when they came apart. Dee Dee took Laura's hand and pulled her toward the back of the house. "We're going to use the Widow Harper's bedroom," she said, pulling Laura down the hallway. "She lets me sleep in her daughter's room. Her daughter's in the Foreign Service, in Japan. The bed's only a single, though." They went into the largest bedroom, which indeed looked like an older woman's bedroom. There was a queen-size bed with a mahogany headboard, matching dual bedside tables, a matching bureau and dressing table, heavy rose draperies with sheers between them, ornate garish lamps with pretentious filigreed designs on them. The bedspread matched the draperies and had roses all over it. Everything was very neat and in its special place. There was no sign of dust, and the surfaces of the wood gleamed from furniture wax. On the wall were pictures of, presumably, the deceased Mr. Harper and the successful daughter in her cap-and-gown. "Don't you feel a little guilty? Doing something like this in her bed when she's been so nice to you?" Laura asked. Dee Dee opened the valise and shook out everything Laura had brought with her onto the bedspread. "Something like what?" she grinned at Laura. Her eyes darted to the coils of nylon rope. "Rope? You gon' tie me up, Miss Laura?" She was close enough to Laura, half-facing the bed, that it was fairly easy for Laura to lean over and pull the back of her tee-shirt up, exposing all the smooth, coal- black, delicious skin under it. She bent down and kissed it feverishly. "You ever tie Sara up?" This remark landed in the bedroom like a hand grenade. Laura froze, her head still filled with the wonderful erotic odors of Dee Dee's flesh, which she had been nuzzling. Dee Dee also stiffened a little, clearly knowing that this was a remark she could have resisted making. She had given in and made it anyway. Slowly, Laura stood up straight. She placed both hands on Dee Dee's shoulders and turned Dee Dee around to face her, aware that the tee-shirt was falling back into place as she did this, covering up that paradise of a long, sinuous, sleek back like no other. She looked directly into Dee Dee's dark, flashing eyes. "I never did," she said evenly. "Why do you ask?" "Because you do a lot of things with me that you won't do with her, that's why. Either I'm some kind of skanky slut that you can take out your perverted fantasies on, or she's some kind of divine goddess who can't be fucked in the ass with a dildo. Which is it?" I guess maybe it's a little of both, darling, Laura thought, but did not say it. She realized that Dee Dee's feelings, as usual, were so on edge that an unwise remark of her own here might just destroy their anticipated evening together in one crushing blow. "I believe you were the one who asked me to bring these," she said softly, trying to calm her down. "I'm very sorry you brought her up. She has nothing to do with us." Dee Dee's eyes watered, and she looked away. Laura couldn't tell what she was feeling, whether it was remorse at having mentioned her sister, or pain at realizing that she could never share what Laura felt for Sara. Dee Dee sniffled and rubbed her nose. She looked back at Laura. "You're right. I'm sorry I brought her up." "Me too. Come here and kiss me." Dee Dee obliged, now softer and more yielding, trying to make it up to Laura. "I can be as good as she is," she murmured while they were kissing. "I can be better." She had gone down this path before with Laura, who tried not to betray her exasperation. "Demetra, forget about her, okay? How can we enjoy each other if she's lurking in this room? It's like she was watching us. It's like you wish she was watching us." Dee Dee sniffled again, sucking back some uncomfortable tears, and smiled. "She should be watching us. She might learn something." She leaned across to the bedspread and picked up the coil of nylon rope. "Come on, now, and show me how you're going to tie me up. And if you call me Demetra again, I might be tying you up instead." Her eyes flickered with sharp scorn. "I happen to think Demetra is a beautiful name." "Well, I don't. Here." Dee Dee tossed her the rope. Laura immediately threw it across the room toward the door, where it landed on the floor. "I wouldn't do that now if you begged me." Dee Dee seemed momentarily at a loss for words. She sat on the edge of the bed. "Have you done it before? I guess you have, since you already have the rope. How do you do it? I'm kind of curious. Do you hogtie . . . somebody? Like me?" Laura looked at her without responding. Then she shook her head. "I've never done that." "I saw this picture once on the Internet of a girl who had her boobs tied up. Did you ever do that?" She slowly pulled up the white Yankees tee-shirt, the crisp white cotton so stunning against the fine dark sheen of her deeply black skin, letting Laura's eyes greedily take in her smooth black stomach and the soft cambers of her ribcage, pulling it on up over her lovely small breasts, exposing them to Laura. "But mine are so small. Do you think you could do it with mine?" Laura swallowed and said nothing. "Does it hurt?" Dee Dee asked. Laura shook her head. "Not if you do it right. It doesn't really hurt. It just feels a little uncomfortable . . . for a while. And kind of . . . arousing, too." Dee Dee's eyes locked with hers. She wasn't about to let Laura squirm out of this, regardless of the faux pas she herself had made seconds earlier. Without another word, she pulled the tee-shirt completely over her head and tossed it aside. Then she stood up and crossed the room, stooping down to retrieve the rope. She returned to Laura with it. "I'm ready." She held out the rope to Laura. "Tie them up before you put the handcuffs on me." Dee Dee, now naked from the waist up, was breathtaking. She treated the exposure of her half-naked body nonchalantly, as if it were the most natural thing in the world to be this gorgeous. From any disinterested point of view, she was far more intrinsically, physically beautiful than her sister Sara. Her small, upswept naked breasts were enchanting, her nipples soft and gleaming and as black as tar, a shade darker than the surrounding skin, which was already as black as midnight. (Sara was not as black as Dee Dee by any stretch, and though her dark, large, beautiful nipples seemed to shift in different lights from black to umber and back, Dee Dee's were totally and unchangeably jet black.) Laura could not take her eyes off them. "You don't want me to tie up anything as beautiful as these," she whispered, finding her throat tight, dropping the rope to the floor between them and stretching out her arms, filling her palms with Dee Dee's perfect, springy little globes. Dee Dee looked down at Laura's hands on her breasts. Still holding the coils of rope in one hand, she caressed Laura's fingers with the other. "You really think they're beautiful?" Laura nodded, brushing Dee Dee's soft black nipples with her thumbs. "Why don't we make love?" she said suddenly, as if struck by this fresh idea. "We'll do the other stuff later. I want to make love to you." Dee Dee made a querulous, nasty face. "Laura . . . you know you don't 'love' me. You 'love' Sara. Don't be such a hypocrite. I want you to do everything with me that you won't do with her." She brushed Laura's hands away and looped a coil of the rope loosely around one exquisite black breast, loosely and clumsily trying to catch the small globe, then succeeding, pulling the rope tighter. "Is this how you do it?" Laura looked at the coil of rope around Dee Dee's enchanting naked breast and shook her head. "I'm not doing this. I'm not." She turned as if to leave the room, but Dee Dee reached out with one hand and caught her shoulder. "Why not?" she half-whined. "Laura . . . please." Laura turned to face her, unable to suppress a grin. "I told you not even if you begged me." Dee Dee grew flirtatious. She dropped one hand to her amazing taut black midriff and ran her fingertips over it. "If you do, I'll let you rub your pussy here until you come. You like to do that, I know." Laura nodded and gulped. She loved to do it. The mere thought of it sent hot shivers up and down her body and made her wet pussy throb excitedly. She could feel her clit tingling and swelling. The loose coil that Dee Dee had managed to loop around her small, perfect breast had fallen away again. She held out the rope to Laura, her eyes beckoning, promising, daring Laura. "I . . . stopped doing that," Laura said, feeling her mouth go very dry. "Then why did you bring this?" Dee Dee asked plausibly, shaking the rope, which made her delectable little breasts shimmy slightly, a sight that made Laura's knees weaken. Laura was speechless, caught in her own contradictions. "I don't know," she said, very softly. "Let me guess," Dee Dee smirked, approaching her again, dangling the rope seductively from her fingers. "You knew I wouldn't ignore it. You knew I'd see it . . . and ask you. Everything." "I think maybe it was just an accident," Laura extemporized. "I just scooped everything up into the bag." "You are such a liar," Dee Dee smiled. Their eyes held each other's for several moments before Laura stepped forward, slowly stretched out her hand and, with seeming reluctance, took the rope. A self-satisfied grin tugged at the corners of Dee Dee's mouth. She watched with fascination as Laura carefully looped three coils around one of her naked breasts, then did the same thing with the other one. The white nylon cord against Dee Dee's sleek, deeply black skin was stark and erotic. "Aren't you going to make them tighter?" Laura looked up at her, feeling, as she knew Dee Dee was now feeling too, a serious elevation of sexual desire, as if they had untapped a bottle of dangerous lust toxins and were breathing it in whether they wanted to or not. "You don't want it to hurt, do you?" "I don't care if it hurts a little," Dee Dee said, her breath coming more quickly now. "You're right, it's kind of exciting." "I never said that." Dee Dee glowered at her. "Make it tighter." "I don't want to mark your body. You have a beautiful body. I don't want to mark your skin. I love your smooth black skin." "Nobody's going to see it but you and me." Dee Dee's breath was coming noticeably more quickly now. "I want it. It's rad. It makes me juicy and hot." Dee Dee's dark eyes were daring her. Laura's hands were shaking. She took a deep breath and tried to get a hold on herself. "You're heart's not in this, Laura," Dee Dee teased. "Come on, tie me up and fuck me. I know you want to." She glowered into Laura's eyes. "You never do this to Sara. Do it to me." "I'll thank you to leave her out of it," Laura almost hissed, pulling the coils around one of Dee Dee's exquisite breasts tighter. "Hhhhh!" Dee Dee gasped, her eyes suddenly watering. "Maybe that's a little too tight." "Oh, now it's too tight," Laura said, petulantly. But before she loosened it, she couldn't help taking in the way Dee Dee's small, perfect breast swelled tautly and her coal-black nipple flared and gleamed. Dee Dee looked down at it too, fascinated. Then Laura loosened the coils. Dee Dee bit her lower lip. "That's better," she said in a meeker, more submissive voice. Laura smiled and bent forward to kiss her shiny black forehead, unable to suppress the impulse. "You sure you want to go on with this?" Dee Dee nodded. "Suck it," she panted, more aroused than ever now. "Suck it a little before you do the other one." "Oh Dee Dee," Laura panted too. "If we do that, we may never get any farther." "Yes we will." Dee Dee's black eyes were on fire. "I'll stop you if you . . . go too far." "Let me do the other one first." Reluctantly, Dee Dee nodded, eyes swirling with sexual fires. "Then suck them . . . before you do anything else." Laura, her hands still shaking a little, though now not from nerves but from fierce and growing sexual arousal, carefully imprisoned Dee Dee's other breast with rope coils the same way, making the pressure just enough so that Dee Dee could feel it, just enough to make her breast swell and the black nipple thicken, protrude, and gleam, but not so much that the sensation was cut off. Next she crisscrossed the strands of rope between Dee Dee's entrapped and bulging breasts, looped them around her neck and tied them there. "Oh shit, I'm already afraid I'm going to come," Dee Dee half-whimpered, her body quivering and almost squirming in mid-air. "Here, let me lie down. Handcuff me to the bed before you suck them." "Will you come if I suck them?" The expression in Dee Dee's eyes was frantic and urgent. "I don't know, I might. I never have before, but I might." "Some people do, you know. Maybe we better wait." "Why, you don't want to suck them?" Dee Dee keened with amazing and fraudulent coyness. "You know I do. I could swallow them." "Do it now, then." "Don't you think we better take off your landlady's bedspread first? All these fluffy sweet roses and stuff? We don't want to get them all wet and sopping. What do you think?" Dee Dee frowned. "Laura, you have a way of ruining the spontaneity of everything with your damned fucking scruples." Laura pursed her lips. "Just move to the side a little here while I . . . pull it off. It won't hurt you. Anyway, your body looks absolutely gorgeous against these white sheets. God, I want to eat you alive." "Promises . . . promises . . ." Dee Dee said, rolling her eyes. "Oh, I am going to do it," Laura murmured to her when she had successfully stowed the thick and cumbersome bedspread across the room on top of the landlady's cedar chest. She returned to the bed and embraced Dee Dee aggressively, kissing her shoulders and neck, toying with Dee Dee's swollen, popping nipples by twisting them with her fingers. "I'm going to fuck you now, just like you wanted." "Laura," Dee Dee panted, her eyes going briefly glassy, "you're still dressed. How much fun can that be? Take them off. Please." "You're right," Laura panted, beginning to tear at her clothes. "Here." Dee Dee sat up beside her. "Let me help." "I can do it." In seconds she had wriggled out of her pants and removed her blouse. Dee Dee was unclasping her bra while Laura slid out of her panties, which were already damp in the crotch. "There." Dee Dee smiled. They were now sitting face to face on the bed. She ran her black, slender fingers all over Laura's naked breasts, cupping and kneading them, letting Laura's thick coral nipples protrude between the gaps. "Rub them against mine," she said in a soft, hushed voice, clotted with sexual excitement. "It really excites me." Now Laura felt herself growing all sultry and seductive. "Me too . . ." she breathed, kissing Dee Dee romantically, sensually, while they let their naked breasts touch and their nipples brush together. Dee Dee's nipples were taut and erect, swollen from the pressure of the rope coils, and Laura's were soft and silky. The sensations caused by them rubbing together sent fiery currents of lust through both of their bodies. Laura, who began by kissing Dee Dee in a very sensitive way, was now stabbing her tongue down the girl's throat, and Dee Dee was pushing back equally, sucking Laura's lips, her breathing harsh and rough. At a pause in their hungry kissing, Dee Dee looked at Laura almost dreamily, an expression Laura had never seen on her face before. "Are you going to suck them now?" she murmured. "I've been waiting. My nipples are aching." Slowly, Laura nodded. She knew, however, that once she began sucking Dee Dee's scrumptious, popping, shiny black nipples, both of them would lose control. "Let me do this first," she said, reaching down to the end of the bed for the handcuffs. "Yes!" Dee Dee gasped, stretching out obediently with her hands up close to one side of the mahogany headboard. "You've really turned into a little pervert, haven't you," Laura teased her as she handcuffed first one wrist, then the other, to the post. "I hope you aren't holding me responsible for this." "Just fuck me and shut up, Laura," Dee Dee panted back to her. "Ruta just fucks me. She doesn't psychoanalyze me at the same time." "Sorry." The mere mention of Ruta was enough to make Laura see red. She became instantly shot through with jealousy again. She caressed Dee Dee's shackled, wildly desirable naked body, running her pale fingers across the girl's sleek coal-black skin everywhere. "God, I love your body . . . and your skin. It's so smooth and dark." Dee Dee softened a little. "If you love it so much, I wish you'd get busy doing what it needs. I told you . . . my nipples ache. They want to be sucked. Hard." Laura wanted to. Dee Dee's throttled breasts were incredibly desirable to her, little bunched up swollen black balls of young flesh, her nipples protruding and glossy. Laura wanted to devour each one, and she knew that if she gave into the impulse, they would get no farther than this. She loved to suck, and she loved Dee Dee's exquisite breasts, now trussed and bulging, round and glossy. "I . . . can't," she explained to Dee Dee. "I want to. But I have to do this first." She snatched up the ball gag and the white scarf from the end of the bed and crawled over Dee Dee's supine body, leaning down, whispering huskily to her while she fastened the gag in place. "I want to suck them . . . but if I do, we'll both just go crazy," she panted softly in Dee Dee's ear. "Here . . . open wide." Dee Dee's eyes were suddenly streaked by sexual terror and excitement as she saw Laura about to place the ball in her mouth. "Oh god! I'm sorry, Laura, I take back what I said about Ruta. Anything I said. Nobody ever fucked me like you do. That's why I need it tonight." Laura nodded at her, but those were the last words Dee Dee would be able to speak for a while. The shiny red ball went into her open mouth, and Laura quickly fastened the strap behind her head. "Unnmmnngghh!" Dee Dee grunted, her eyes beseeching Laura, but Laura had no idea what she was trying to say other than 'Do it to me before I die of wanting it.' Laura was about to die of wanting it, too. She had been moving forward reluctantly at first, unwilling to venture too deeply into this territory she had abandoned long ago, except for a few previous times with Dee Dee. She had got along very well without it, she told herself. I don't need this. You can have plenty of good sex without it. But she couldn't keep her eyes off Dee Dee's bound and gagged and shackled naked body, and she couldn't deny that there was an extra hot spice of need in her throbbing pussy. It's sick, but god she is gorgeous this way, and I want to fuck her so bad! she realized. The fact that she wants it this way makes it even worse for me. I just want to eat her alive! As if reading Laura's mind, Dee Dee nodded her head sharply, vigorously, obviously seeing in Laura's eyes the seething, imperative need there. How could you want anyone so much? So desperately, so sharply, so heatedly? "How can I want you so much, Dee Dee?" Laura panted out loud, almost not realizing what she was saying or that Dee Dee could hear it, almost thinking-or chanting, gasping-aloud. "Oh god, I want you! I want your body . . . I want every inch of you!" Her black eyes shiny and wide with sexual excitement, Dee Dee again nodded vigorously. "Ummnngggghh!" Quickly, her hands shaking again, Laura folded the white scarf and wrapped it around Dee Dee's eyes, knotting it in back of her head, just above the small clasp that kept the ball gag strap in place. She did not want to do this. She wanted to look into Dee Dee's eyes while she fucked her. There was something magical, overpowering, scintillating, wildly stirring about seeing the uncontrollable fires leap alive in the depths of a beautiful woman's eyes while you were bringing her closer and closer to the edge. She had already seen the first hints of it, and she wanted to see the whole thing, wanted to see Dee Dee's eyes roil and throb with spurts of electrical ecstasy as her coming orgasm devoured her from within. But Dee Dee wanted it this way. She had been the first one to ask Laura for it, and obviously she got some kind of extra jolt out of it, some incremental charge that made her climax and everything leading up to it more thrilling. Okay, my darling, you can have it, Laura thought, now caressing her wonderful smooth black body as she slid back down to retrieve the Double Penetrator from the end of the bed. Before grasping it, however, she was momentarily transfixed by the sight of Dee Dee's gorgeous pussy, now completely vulnerable, her sleek black thighs spread to reveal the festering wet red seam, her black cunt lips all swollen and wavy and glistening wet, the ruby inner sleeve simply overflowing with shiny juices. The sweet thick odor itself was enough to make Laura quiver with anticipation. She knew what her duty was at the moment, knew Dee Dee had begged for this, knew what she was expecting, and yet a strong part of Laura wanted to throw herself on this beautiful festering pussy and lick and suck it in a wild fit of passion until Dee Dee was whimpering and flipping and surging and coming uncontrollably. And she knew she could do it and make it all happen in only seconds. She knew Dee Dee was that close. The girl was writhing and clenching and groaning with need. Reluctantly, knowing she would get a chance to devour this tempting juice pit later, Laura snatched up the Double Penetrator and the harness. It took her only seconds to slip her legs through the straps and fasten the monster in place, anchored on her pubic bone to make sharp, deep thrusting inevitable. Honey, I'm going to give you a fuck you'll remember every day while you're in Ann Arbor, she thought, looking down at Dee Dee's vulnerable and beautiful sleek body. As she carefully swabbed the lower prong of the dildo with baby oil, she realized again that her challenge would be not to let Dee Dee come too fast. There would be no sense in going through all this elaborate preparation, this little bondage and blindfolding episode that had overheated their blood to the sizzle point, if it were all to be over in a quick, premature explosion. After all, Laura reasoned, we're not men, ejaculating all over the place without warning, unable to hold it until the right moment arrives. We can do better. Now she was ready. Clearly, Dee Dee was also ready, her luscious, lean, dark body gleaming and squirming, her small breasts swollen and her shiny black nipples protruding, her pussy inflamed and runny. Since the fingers of Laura's right hand were still coated with baby oil, she slid two of them down between Dee Dee's taut little buns, one of the most incredible, desirable asses Laura had ever seen or invaded, and slid one up with little effort into Dee Dee's anus. "Ummmgghh!" Dee Dee grunted softly into the ball gag, her body seizing up momentarily before relaxing a little again. "Oh yes . . . what a tight little asshole," Laura murmured, fucking the pinched-shut little aperture slowly and sensually with her finger. "Mmmm, you like that? You like me to fuck your pretty little asshole like this? Hmmm?" "Ummmgghh!" Dee Dee grunted again, nodding her head wildly, though it was hard for her to lift it up off the mattress, so overcome was she by the sexual urgency that was filling her body now. "I think this beautiful girl is going to come," Laura murmured absently, as if she were merely thinking out loud, now removing her wet finger and carefully guiding the two- pronged beast forward toward Dee Dee's gaping pussy and prepared asshole. "I think if I fuck her just a little, she's going to come like it's the end of the world. God, I bet she wants me to fuck her. Do you? Do you want me to fuck you, darling?" "Ummmgghh! Ummmgghh!" Dee Dee groaned again violently, nodding her head and snuffling as her breath became more labored. "Mmmm . . . I thought so. Okay . . . hold still now . . . Mama can't get them in you if you don't hold still. That's it . . . that's it . . . here we go . . ." The upper shaft would slide easily into the gaping, oozing slit of Dee Dee's inflamed pussy, but Laura carefully guided the bottom stalk with her fingers, letting the head of it gently push into the greased and puckered entrance to Dee Dee's tight little asshole, then pushing harder until both long stalks began to slide up into Dee Dee's body. Dee Dee's sleek flesh tensed and quivered. "Ummnggheenneee!" a sharp, clotted whimper came from deep in her chest. "Mmmm, you like that, don't you . . ." Laura purred, slowly pushing both hard dildos deep into Dee Dee's cunt and ass, still holding the bottom one with her fingers until she could feel them brush against Dee Dee's swelling ass cheeks. This time Dee Dee was so gripped by the acute sensation of being impaled on these two long rubber spikes that she could no longer respond directly to Laura. Even though Laura missed the opportunity to look into her eyes, now concealed by the scarf, and see the fiery need being swirled alive in their depths, she was nevertheless enchanted by the uncontrollable flexing and writhing of Dee Dee's beautiful dark flesh. The girl had an amazingly beautiful body, and though Laura only had one hand free, she ran that hand all over Dee Dee's warm, smooth, straining flesh, up to her imprisoned breasts, which she now knew she could enjoy, even though there was still a danger that Dee Dee would come too fast. But you couldn't wait forever. With the double-pronged dildo still embedded deep in Dee Dee's body, Laura leaned forward and forcibly squeezed the hard, swollen balls of Dee Dee's small breasts with her free hand, watching Dee Dee's protruding, black, shiny nipples flare and puff up, the centers erect and rubbery. She lashed them with her tongue passionately, moving from one breast to the other, then back again, also pinching them with her fingers after her tongue had stabbed them. "Unnmmngghgh!" Dee Dee grunted, shaking and writhing under Laura's mouth. "Oh god, Dee Dee, I love your boobs! They are so beautiful!" "Unnmmngghgh!" Dee Dee groaned again, even arching her back a little, though she was so shackled and pinned down by Laura's groin that she could barely move, but arching her back a little to push her strangled breasts up into Laura's face. To tease her a little bit, Laura began to withdraw the Double Penetrator slowly, then push it back in deep, fucking Dee Dee with it now as Dee Dee had wanted to be fucked, but slowly, methodically, carefully, wanting both of them to enjoy much more of this before the inevitable conclusion swallowed them up in a firestorm. But when she eased the two shafts back up into Dee Dee's body, she could hear the girl moan deep in her chest and feel her flesh quiver in the grasp of completely uncontrollable spasms that shook her straining body from head to toe. The handcuffs clattered and scraped against the wooden bed post as Dee Dee flexed and moaned. Oh damn, she's going to come before I even get a chance to . . . Without another thought, Laura again lowered her mouth to one of Dee Dee's popping, pointing nipples and nearly swallowed it, sucking it so deeply into her mouth that she felt Dee Dee's body leap and heard her yelp and whinny into the ball gag. On the other hand, it was what she had wanted. She wanted it rough, and Laura by now without really intending to was unable to control the urgency of her own lust. She sucked Dee Dee's thick, wet nipple with a feverish gluttony, then moved to the other bulging black bulb, still wet with her own warm spittle from moments ago, and sucked it just as hard and long. Dee Dee went wild. From squirming and moaning she quickly went to violent writhing and keening under Laura, her knees jackknifing, her pelvis churning frantically now, almost coaxing Laura to fuck her, to fuck her harder and faster with the Double Penetrator while continuing to savage her imprisoned breasts and devour her throbbing, aching nipples. And Laura could simply not do everything at once. "Mnngggg! Ungghh. Mnngggg!" Dee Dee grunted almost hysterically into the gag, her body flipping and surging off the mattress, her breath chuffing loudly as she sucked air into her nose, the only way she could now breathe. Laura felt like a torturer as well as a lover, and part of her wished that Dee Dee would come immediately, just so they could put an end to the worst parts of this fiercely exciting event. The other part of her wished she could just go on fucking Dee Dee this way for an eternity since she could hardly imagine a sexual encounter in her life that had been more thrilling. But Dee Dee was getting more and more frantic each second. She's going to come . . . she's going to come . . . I know she is! Laura thought, now pumping harder, faster, knowing Dee Dee had nearly reached the point of no return, if she was not already there. Laura knew that if she did not pull the dildos very far out of Dee Dee's body, she could continue fucking her without holding the monster with one hand. It was a matter of hard, quick little rabbit jabs instead of long strokes, and she quickly transitioned to this, now raising her other hand to the rest of Dee Dee's writhing, squirming body, squeezing her hard, already- squeezed, rope-encased breasts and assaulting her beautiful erect black nipples, pinching and sucking them, until she felt almost immediately a sharp quake deep in Dee Dee's body and knew that the moment had arrived. Miraculously, as often happened, there was a startling lull, a calm before the storm, for a few micro-seconds after this, as if Dee Dee were gathering all her strength for a true cataclysm. She seemed to enter, and Laura along with her, into a very brief instant of suspended animation, not breathing, not snuffling or whimpering, just very still and poised. And then, just as quickly, she was howling and flipping and convulsing through what Laura took to be a horrific and excruciating series of crushing orgasmic spasms. "Mmmmnngggghhnneeeee!" Dee Dee wailed, her head tossing violently from side to side and her pelvis jumping spastically into the air, pushing up into Laura's sharp little jabs, her cunt and ass skewered on the hard dildo poles, shuddering and straining as she came in fierce jolts. "Mmmmnngggghhnneeeee! Nngghaauunnggmm!" She was wrenched by four or five really killing thunderbolts of coming. Laura could feel each one rending Dee Dee, feel the girl's flesh start and quiver and shudder as each fierce shock wracked her body. The spasms were so powerful and unrelenting that after absorbing a few of them, Dee Dee could hardly take any more. Her feverish body slackened, and she merely twitched and jumped as fresh jolts hit her. Laura had stopped pumping by now, and merely held her while she continued to come, mewling and quivering, her wrists twisting in the handcuffs. "Unhh . . . unnmmmhhh . . . auuhhnnmmm!" Dee Dee groaned pathetically into the gag, her body still twitching and jerking in response to fresh killer jolts of ecstasy. Laura-hovering above her, stroking Dee Dee's marvelous smooth body with her fingertips, feeling the light coating of sweat that had exuded from her skin during her sweet torment, feeling her own groin still locked into Dee Dee's via the long, rigid stalks of the dildos that were still sunk deep in Dee Dee's ass and pussy-simply waited, murmuring to her softly, letting the intense sensations wane naturally. She knew that Dee Dee had climaxed perhaps more violently than she had expected, or even had ever done before. It had been a shockingly stupendous orgasm, and it would take a while to recover from it. After a decent interval, and when she felt Dee Dee's breathing returning toward normal, she leaned forward, bracing herself on her elbows, and quickly unfastened the gag behind Dee Dee's head. Next she untied the scarf, which fell away from Dee Dee's eyes. Doing this made her own naked breasts brush Dee Dee's engorged and phenomenally hard little gourds, still swollen and strangled by the rope coils, and the feel of her own sensitive and now very aroused nipples against Dee Dee's sharp buds sent a streak of fire through Laura's dripping pussy that nearly made her come unglued. Quivering with need herself, she looked down at their naked breasts touching, their nipples brushing together, kissing. "Oh god, honey, I love your body!" she could not help gasping. Dee Dee seemed groggy after her shattering climax, her eyes still glassy, her mouth slack, her expression dazed. But she managed a wan smile. "Please untie me first," she croaked softly. "First?" "Before you rub your pretty pink pussy all over my tummy." Laura grinned. "I don't know whether I can wait," she panted, hastily extracting the wet shiny poles from Dee Dee's plundered orifices, making Dee Dee wince. In a flash Laura was out of the harness, unwinding and untying the rope, unlocking the handcuffs. There were crinkly circles in the skin around Dee Dee's marvelous breasts where the coils had bitten it. Laura felt guilty at the sight of them marring these masterpieces, though she knew they would disappear soon enough. She kissed and caressed them anyway tenderly, as if to make up for it. "Careful, girl," Dee Dee warned her softly. "You have a way of igniting my fires by kissing my titties. Nobody ever did it the way you do it." "What's the matter, you don't want another go around?" "Shit, I don't know if I would survive another one like that one. Thought you were going to fuck me to death." Laura made a long face. "I was only doing what I thought you wanted." She gave Dee Dee a devilish grin. "Of course I did want you to remember me while you're back in Ann Arbor. And I did want to be better than that horrible Ruta or whatever her name is. Look," she kissed them, "these little crinkles will all go away in a few minutes, I promise." Dee Dee, almost completely revived by now, wrestled Laura playfully onto her back. "My turn. How about letting me kiss your beautiful white titties for a while?" "I don't think I could refuse you anything," Laura said solemnly, looking up into her eyes. Sometimes it was hard to believe this was Sara's sister. Or half-sister, at least. They did not physically resemble each other, and sex with each one was so different, with Sara so sweetly intense, with Dee Dee so exuberantly twisted and exciting. God, they're like two sides of a coin, she thought. I would die if they fucked me together. Though of course Laura realized that was out of the question. She lay back and let Dee Dee have the run of her supine naked body. She was very horny, her pussy sopping wet and inflamed, and of course Dee Dee's silky, deeply black skin, always a sharp sexual turn-on for her, aroused her even more as the girl's graceful black hands crawled over her pale flesh, and Dee Dee's small dangling breasts brushed her belly, then her breasts when she leaned up to kiss Laura's mouth. "Mmmm, I'm gonna suck you like you suck me," Dee Dee murmured, moving down again and smiling up at Laura while she bunched up Laura's small breasts in her slender black fingers, making Laura's thick coral nipples swell and flare. "Oh god, if you do I think I'll come," Laura confessed. "I mean right away." "What's the matter with that?" Dee Dee teased, grinning, lightly pinching Laura's nipples with her fingers. "You do want to come, don't you?" "Yes!" Laura felt her pussy throbbing and pulsing, her nipples aching for Dee Dee's mouth. "Yes . . . oh yes!" "You aren't going anywhere, are you? You and I are spending all night in this bed. If you don't get to rub your pussy on my tummy right now, you'll get to later. Right? So what's the fuss?" Sometimes all the dilly dallying could just drive Laura crazy. She grabbed Dee Dee and pulled her down against her own body so that she could feel all their hot flesh glued together everywhere. Dee Dee's naked breasts mashed into hers, and Laura caught her mouth and kissed her almost savagely. "Suck my nipples and fuck me with your hand . . ." Laura panted into her open mouth, stabbing her tongue nearly down Dee Dee's throat. "You really want it?" Dee Dee purred, kissing her heatedly again. "You want it? Don't you want me to fuck you to heaven with that thing, the way you did me?" "I want it now . . ." Laura whimpered, squirming, frantic. "I can't wait. I need it. I need you. I need you to . . ." "Like this?" Dee Dee smiled, sliding one hand down Laura's body to her crotch. "Ungghhh! Oh yes!" Laura gasped, her eyes rolling up. She could feel Dee Dee's fingers slide into her buttery pussy, and the sensations simply made her melt with desire. There were a thousand things they could do, but this was the only thing she wanted right now. She wanted this feeling to go on, never to stop, and wanted Dee Dee to fuck her this way, face to face at first, then sucking her nipples until she exploded, which she was certain was just seconds away. Dee Dee wasn't a very experienced lesbian lover, though she had learned fast, but she was clearly, according to Sara, otherwise very experienced sexually and knew her own body as well as Laura's. She knew how to hand-fuck Laura into a sweet delirium of urgent need in only a few moments, and before she even knew what she was doing, Laura was pushing Dee Dee's head down her body, down to her breasts. "Do it," she panted, "ohhhhh . . . do it . . . I'm going to come! Please, Dee Dee!" If anything, the turmoil of their two bodies was even more pronounced than before, when Laura was fucking Dee Dee. Laura was wildly writhing and squirming in the rumpled sheets, even pulling them loose in two places from the corners of the mattress, her hands scrabbling over Dee Dee's silky black flesh and clutching her spastically while Dee Dee jabbed her fingers up into Laura's frothing pussy with increasing speed and force. "Unh! Unh! Unh! Oh yes . . . ungghh! Yes, oh yes, honey, yes!" Laura panted, semi-hysterically. She dug her heels into the mattress and pushed her pelvis up into Dee Dee's thrusting hand, gyrating her hips, shimmying them frantically, feeling hot arrows of piercing pleasure streak through her body each time Dee Dee's increasing rough fingers penetrated her flooding quim. And now Dee Dee, after making her wait an unconscionably long time, began to suck her nipples, not sweetly or sensually, but hungrily, passionately, just the way Laura needed it. "Oh god . . . yessssss!" she hissed, feeling her body nearly boil over, feeling her breasts throb and pulse inside with sexual pleasure. "Oh god yes . . . harder! Unhh! Yes! Unhhh!" The bed springs creaked loudly as their bodies surged and roiled in the scrunched up sheets, Laura whimpering and gasping with desperate urgency, Dee Dee panting and grunting softly too as she brought Laura quickly to the pinnacle with rapid thrusting and fervent sucking. She was working one of Laura's nipples in her mouth into a frenzy of pain-pleasure, sucking and pinching it hard with her tongue, ringing it with her teeth. "Bite it . . ." Laura gasped to her. "Bite it. Not too hard . . . just hard enough . . . unhhhhh! Yes! Ownnnmmggggg! Oh!" Dee Dee sank her teeth into Laura's areola with just the right amount of pressure to make Laura simply dissolve in a holy red fury of coming. Even though she knew it was coming, she was shocked by the force of the wrenching spasms that hit her. She could feel her clenching womb suddenly shudder in a deep seizure of sharp jolts. "Unngghh! Ohnnmmggniieeeee!" she suddenly yelped, then cried out. Her body flipped and jerked off the bed, her thighs uncontrollably clamping Dee Dee's thrusting hand, her flesh quivering with flames as each pulverizing stroke hit her. "Auungghhh! Oh! Auunngghhh!" Incredibly, her wet, throbbing nipple was still in Dee Dee's mouth, though Dee Dee had released it from her teeth. But the phenomenal spurt of sexual fire that had shot from it to her pussy was still there, and Laura twisted and flexed for another ten seconds in the grip of a crushing, thrilling orgasm, feeling Dee Dee still sucking her, though more gently now, and still fucking her pussy, though more slowly now. In this way she slowly came down from the more acute spasms of her climax until only the long, feathery aftershocks remained, striking her without warning again, making her whole body quiver. Finally, even they diminished and disappeared. She could feel Dee Dee extricating her wet fingers from her pussy, and her eyelids fluttered open to see Dee Dee lovingly kissing the nipple she had just bitten at Laura's request. "You did a pretty good one too," she murmured to Laura. "I can see why you like girls more than guys. I never had orgasms like I have with you. And I can see you have them too. No dude ever made me come like that, I can tell you." Laura felt very affectionate toward her, more affection than she usually felt. She pulled Dee Dee down to her and kissed her enthusiastically, running her hands all over Dee Dee's naked body, especially down to her miracle ass, which she had not been able to concentrate on until now. She squeezed the hard, high, round moons suggestively. "No man has an ass like this," she murmured against her silky black cheek. "How would you know? You only go to bed with sistas like me who have the best asses in the world." She frowned playfully but also dangerously at Laura. "Except Sara. You know I have a better ass than she does. She's got a big flabby butt. Admit it." Ordinarily Laura would get mad at this point, but she was now so overcome by sweet affection for Dee Dee and so temporarily satiated by her stirring orgasm that she could only smile back and pinch her delectable bottom lightly. "I'll thank you kindly to leave your sister out of this," she purred. "She's a special person to me . . . but you're special too." Dee Dee was pleasantly surprised to hear this. "Do you mean that?" she asked, pulling her face back, querying Laura earnestly. "Of course I mean that." Then, before they could get too deeply into whatever Laura may have meant by saying this, she changed the subject. "Let's go break open that bottle of wine. I think we've earned it." Dee Dee grinned sardonically. As she had made clear earlier, she really wanted a drink. On the other hand, she was very interested in getting Laura to explain herself more thoroughly. In the end she apparently decided that they had enough time stretching ahead of them for her to bring up the subject again. "Okay. I think I can find a corkscrew in the Widow Harper's kitchen. Follow me." Still stark naked, they went to the kitchen and found a beer opener that also had a corkscrew nestled in the handle. Dee Dee held it up mockingly. "I fear the Widow has not much use for opening wine bottles." "Never mind, it'll work," Laura said, taking it. She opened the bottle while Dee Dee took down two glass tumblers from the cupboard. They returned to the bedroom with the wine and glasses. "Now, we have to be very careful," Laura said. "We can't spill wine on the Widow's things. And I wish you'd put something on over that delicious body. I can't take my eyes off it." Dee Dee grinned and flirted. "You ain't so ugly yourself, Laura. I'm kinda getting into this girl fucking. I hope they have some pretty girls like you back in Ann Arbor." Laura sat on the edge of the bed and pouted. "That means you'll forget all about me." Dee Dee scoffed. "You won't miss me. You'll be too busy kissing that fat ass Sara." This time Laura did frown. "Why do you hate her so much?" "I don't hate her at all," Dee Dee said, gulping down one glass of wine. "I love her. Probably even more than you love her. I just get mad at her for being Miss Perfect all the time, and having somebody sweet and hot like you to . . . I don't know, just gush all over her and be mooning around over her all the time. Nobody ever did that for me." All this talk, plus the wine, plus watching Dee Dee's naked body as she sat in the armchair talking and moving while Laura sat on the edge of the bed, Dee Dee's sleek, flawless black skin glowing with a rich, soft sheen in the dim light, reawakened Laura's lust for her in only seconds. Dee Dee had already emptied her wine glass, and Laura's had only about a inch left in the bottom. Rather than risk spilling it, she too gulped it down, then set her glass aside and scooted back on the bed, patting it with her palm. "Come to Mama," she purred, eyelids heavy. "I'm not finished with you yet." Slow, Dee Dee put her glass down too on the adjacent dressing table and rose from the chair, her delicious little black breasts swaying as she walked toward Laura. "What you gon' do to me, Mama?" "Mmmm, I'm going to give you a back rub," Laura continued purring, maneuvering Dee Dee down on her stomach on the mattress and straddling the backs of her gleaming black thighs. She had truly a miracle back and a miracle ass. She had an incredibly beautiful body, and as Laura began to run her hands over Dee Dee's smooth, supple flesh she found herself wondering about the very thing Dee Dee had mentioned moments ago: why was it that men-with whom Dee Dee had obviously had most of her considerable sexual experience (only Laura and the horrible Ruta were the exceptions)-were not beating down her door, fighting with one another for the right to have her exclusively, declaring their endless love to her at every opportunity? True, she was a little prickly and difficult at times, and she had a clear addiction problem. And yet, as Laura felt the girl's smooth warm skin slide under her palms and her firm flesh give under her fingers, Laura thought that almost anything would be worth it for this. She rubbed and then squeezed the resilient flesh between Dee Dee's neck and gleaming black shoulders before leaning forward to kiss the seductive shadows formed by the wings of her shoulder blades when she squirmed a little. Dee Dee smiled drowsily and looked back at Laura over one shoulder. "Laura's magic fingers, eh? Why didn't you tell me you could do this?" Still stroking Dee Dee's marvelous flesh, Laura kissed her way down the shallow groove of her spine, which deepened as she reached the firm high black moons of Dee Dee's miracle ass. "It was all just a ruse so I could get you on your stomach," Laura breathed, her lips now having reached the top of the crease between Dee Dee's ass cheeks. "I had to have your beautiful ass." Dee Dee smiled again and scrunched her knees up a little on the mattress, which had the effect of raising her peerless ass even closer to Laura's face. "It's all yours, you nasty thing," she panted softly. Laura could swear that she felt her heart skip a beat. She was certain there were no more than two or three asses in all of creation that could match Dee Dee's. For a few seconds all she could do was run her fingertips all over the round black moons, finally bending forward to kiss them, at first slowly and worshipfully, but soon more heatedly and hungrily. Dee Dee moaned and twisted. "Yes! Ohhhhh . . . Laura . . . yesssss . . . do it everywhere . . . it feels so good!" Now Laura was kneading Dee Dee's firm ass with her fingers, pulling the cheeks apart, still kissing them all over but now nipping them too, sucking the firm coal-black flesh, bringing soft little muffled squeals from Dee Dee's throat. "Mmnnggeee! Oh . . . Laura!" Dee Dee looked over her shoulder again, her dark eyes now glassy and streaked with fire. Laura was already licking great swaths up and down the insides of Dee Dee's warm, dark asscrack, tickling the girl's little anus with the tip of her tongue as she passed it on the way up and again on the way down. "Oh shit!" Dee Dee gasped, suddenly shaking, overcome by an unexpectedly sharp tremor of pleasure. "What are you doing to me?" Laura chuckled softly. "Nothing, yet. It's what I plan to do that's got you all lathered up." "Unnnnnggg . . . unnggghhh!" Dee Dee groaned, turning her face into the sheet, clenching her incredibly firm round buttocks. The next time the tip of her tongue passed Dee Dee's small, pinched-closed rectum, Laura pulled her buns apart forcibly with the fingers of both hands and wriggled her tongue quickly into it. It actually took little effort for her to open it again since it had been well reamed during their previous stint with the Double Penetrator. There was a faint taste of baby oil, but Laura had tasted it before and could ignore it. More important was the feeling of Dee Dee's warm orifice pinching her tongue and the sound of Dee Dee's crazed whimpering that accompanied her hungry tongue thrusts. Also, Laura was thrilled by the thick, heavy odor of Dee Dee's festering pussy, gaping and inflamed and shiny red inside, only inches below where her mouth was now busily employed. She slid one hand down the round moon of one of Dee Dee's cheeks to the buttery, oozing slit and pushed her fingers right up into it. "Unhhhh!" Dee Dee grunted softly, again looking around, her eyes watery and swirling with hot flames of lust. "Oh shit . . . Laura . . . oh god, you're making me come again! I think . . . I think . . . ungghhh! Oh god, yes!" "No . . . not yet . . ." Laura purred to her, withdrawing her tongue, keeping her fingers embedded in Dee Dee's wet pussy but not moving them, kissing her buns but not too passionately. "This is going to last . . . a few more minutes, at least. I'm getting my fill of this before you go off to Ann Arbor and let others fuck you. Not them right now. Me. Me me me." "Oh yes . . .oh yes . . ." Dee Dee gasped, writhing and twisting under Laura's loving assault, looking back, swirling her phenomenal ass up into Laura's face and hands. "Oh yes . . . do it! Do it to me, Laura, do it, yes! Ungghhh!"' Laura did as she asked. Much as she wanted to prolong it-as always-she knew that Dee Dee really was about to come. Like Laura, it never took her very long, and Laura's caresses up to this point had aroused her to the breaking point. Again, Laura pulled open Dee Dee's gleaming black buns, so hard and round that it took extra effort with your fingers just to get them apart and expose the sweet dark crease between them. Again she plunged her tongue as deeply as it would go into Dee Dee's tight rectum, stabbing it, tongue-fucking it passionately, while with her other hand she fucked Dee Dee's slippery warm pussy. It took only a few seconds of this before Dee Dee began to come in swift, shrieking torrents, her body straining and shuddering as hard shocks hit her one after another. "Ummngghh! Ohnnggg!" she grunted, still lifting her quivering ass up into Laura's face, her knees digging into the sheet, gouging deep into the mattress. "Ohnnnn! Anngghaaiieeeee! Unmmmmgggnnhhh! Auungghhhhh!" It was a fierce, stupendous climax, every bit the equal of the one she had had earlier when Laura had fucked her with the Double Penetrator, and Dee Dee yawed and shivered in the grip of it for a long time, keening and gurgling finally as the last, acute spasms began to tail off. Laura laid her cheek against the girl's phenomenal hard round buns, smiling and gently twisting her fingers in the hot, soupy cauldron of Dee Dee's perfect pussy until finally Dee Dee recovered enough to twist sideways and look back at her, still panting softly, her eyes blasted by stupefying sexual rapture. "Please . . . don't move . . ." she gasped hoarsely. "I wouldn't think of moving," Laura murmured. They both lay still, without moving, for about a minute. Laura did not even move her fingers inside of Dee Dee's warm wet pussy. She did not even kiss the girl's incredible buttocks, though she wanted to. She felt a little sadness that it was over. She knew they would continue to screw throughout the night, ultimately wearing each other out with hungry, desperate lust, but nothing would exceed in beauty this one transitory moment, with her cheek pressed to Dee Dee's splendid bottom and her fingers still lovingly embedded in the girl's sweet body. Finally, Laura could not resist kissing the warm, round moons again, though this time she did it tenderly, not aggressively or sexually. Just a few well-placed, loving smooches. "You have the most gorgeous ass in creation," she breathed, fingering the firm, resilient flesh. "You say that to all the girls," Dee Dee sighed, sliding effortlessly over onto her back and pulling Laura up to face her. "Except Sara. Hers is too fat." "I wish you would cut that out," Laura said calmly. "She is not here. You and I are here. She has nothing to do with this. I don't want to hear her name again." Dee Dee actually looked contrite. "I'm sorry. Especially after . . . that. I came so hard. You make me come so hard, Laura. I can hardly believe it. How am I going to live without you?" "You'll find a way, darling." "Aren't you going to rub your pussy on my stomach?" Dee Dee asked plaintively. "I was sort of looking forward to it." "Oh?" Laura grinned. "You too?" She did not know how they survived. By morning neither one could lift a finger. Their bodies were weak from exhaustion, their last orgasms long and excruciating, their recoveries sweet and permeated by tender lassitude. "Nobody ever fucked me as much as you do," Dee Dee whispered to her. "Nobody. I feel like I won't need to be fucked for six months." But Laura felt there was more to it than mere fucking. True, she had usually thought that with Dee Dee it was more pure sex than it was with Sara. And yet, she was growing a little attached to Dee Dee, more so than she really wanted to be. "It's more than fucking," she whispered back, kissing Dee Dee's pretty black nose. Dee Dee's eyes actually watered a little bit, but she refused to speak. Laura had the feeling there was something important she wanted to say but wouldn't permit herself to utter it. Maybe it's best that she doesn't say it, she thought. I think maybe our feelings are pretty close to the surface right now, after all this beautiful and exhausting sex. Maybe we shouldn't trust ourselves to speak, either of us. "I know," Dee Dee finally said, very faintly, looking away. It was morning. The sun was shining. "God, I have to go to work," Laura said, rolling off the bed. "Will you be late?" "Not if I hurry." At the door they kissed, slowly, lingeringly. "It was wonderful," Dee Dee said softly. "I'm glad we had it." "Don't forget me?" Laura said. Dee Dee smiled wanly, ruefully, and shook her head. "Never. Maybe you can come visit." Laura smiled. "Maybe."