Her evening with Shavon and Vanessa had been wildly thrilling, but as usual Laura was juggling too many affairs and had no time to rest. That very night, when she got home, she had a message from Cecilia on her answering machine.

"Laura," Cecilia whispered, "I’m going to stop nursing. Doctor’s orders. I should do it right now, but I want one last . . . [she giggled softly] . . . milk bath with you. Know what I mean? Give me a call. Soon. We can’t wait."

Laura felt her body tingle all over, even though she had just been through a fucking marathon with two beautiful sisters. She remembered in quick sequence the first time she had fucked Cecilia, when Cecilia had tried on Laura’s skimpy turquoise teddy and Laura had, at Cecilia’s invitation, undone the crotch snaps and almost immediately slid her tongue into Cecilia’s beautiful long black pussy.

And she recalled their first time together after the baby, when both had discovered the overpowering orgasms Cecilia’s breast milk brought from them. Nuclear meltdown was really the only way she could describe them to herself. She had come with Cecilia’s warm, sweet milk filling her mouth. She had come with Cecilia squirting it directly into her pussy. She had nearly swooned and died of sweet, intense coming, and her bed had not dried out for days afterward, since the milk had soaked through the sheets.

But the thought of never being able to do it again sent a sharp emotional pain through her. One last time! At least we’ll have that! She was tempted to call Cecilia back immediately, even though it was past midnight. But she got control of herself.

She went to her desk the next day at work, which she rarely did with anyone she was sleeping with—Yvette, or Sholandra, Randi, any of them. No need to raise suspicions. But she had to see Cecilia. They had not slept together for a couple of months, and Laura’s craving for her was suddenly intense.

Cecilia was, as usual, devastatingly gorgeous, dressed to the nines in a green business suit with a white shirt that dipped down at the throat to reveal the luxuriantly smooth deep black skin of her neck and upper chest. Her eyes sparkled with excitement and barely concealed sexual allure as she saw Laura.

"I got your message," Laura whispered.

Cecilia cupped one hand to her mouth and whispered back. "Did it make you wet?"

Laura blushed and looked around. There was no one near them. She nodded. "Very."

"I can’t do it tonight. Ron is home. But tomorrow night he’ll be flying to L.A. for two days."

She grinned almost ecstatically at Laura. Laura grinned back. I hope we don’t hurt each other, she thought. The baby and her husband had kept Cecilia away, and Laura’s long succession of other lovers had kept her from pressing it. But Laura could tell from the way she and Cecilia locked eyes and felt their pulses rising that fireworks were in store.

Laura remembered how once Cecilia had begged her to ‘fuck me hard’. She had said her husband was afraid to do it since the baby, afraid he’d hurt her, but she wanted to be fucked hard. And Laura had complied, and Cecilia had exploded in happily violent orgasms.

They smiled at one another, not trusting themselves to speak. Then, looking around as Laura had done to see if the coast was clear, she stood up and walked over to Laura, whispering in Laura’s ear.

"Remember how you fucked me hard when I asked you?" she asked, as if reading Laura’s mind.

Laura nodded, feeling her own pussy flare with excited pulsing.

"You ready to do it again?"

Laura nodded again, rapidly. Cecilia beamed.

"Then I’m ready to drown you in milk. You better put on a rubber sheet, girl, or we should do it in the bathtub."

"You are a nasty girl, you know that?" Laura giggled to her, suddenly aware that they were acting too much like lovers.

She straightened up and stopped laughing. Cecilia returned to her desk.

"I’ll call you when I make arrangements for the baby. Don’t want to be having to leave early."

Laura winked at her, barely able to control her own excitement.

"Now don’t you be making any dates with those other . . . bitches, you hear? This is for you and me."

"Promise," Laura smiled.

She did have to lie to Randi, who phoned eagerly since her boyfriend was going to work late the following night. Just think, having to choose between Randi and Cecilia, Laura thought. How lucky can a girl get? She told Randi she was driving down to San Jose to meet a business contact who was only touching down for a few hours at the San Jose airport.

"I could go with you," Randi said plaintively.

"But we wouldn’t be able to do what we want to do," Laura said. "It would be even worse, being together and not being able to."

"I know."

Randi’s voice was tragic. Laura was deeply touched. She really wants to do it with me. I’m so bad. I’ll be wallowing in Cecilia’s breast milk, coming gloriously, and Randi will think I’m driving to San Jose. Laura felt guilty.

But as the night approached, her guilt waned, overshadowed by the anticipation of seeing Cecilia again. They had been screwing like this off and on for a year and a half, even before Cecilia’s marriage, well before her baby, and yet Laura caught herself feeling the heady excitement of a first time with a gorgeous young woman. It’s like I never did it with her, I’m so excited, she realized.

Cecilia was excited too. Even though her skin was deeply black, the blackest Laura had ever seen, she seemed flushed and breathless with excitement when she arrived at Laura’s apartment.

"God, I can tell you, girl, married sex is so boring and dull after this," she gasped as she and Laura tried to devour one another right inside Laura’s door.

"But we don’t have to hurry," Laura said, kissing her passionately. "We can take our time, can’t we?"

"Who wants to take our time?" Cecilia began unbuttoning her blouse. "I want to do it. I’m wet enough to slide out of here. I been this wet ever since the other day when you came to my desk."

Laura kissed her long, silky black neck. She even nibbled at it, then sank her teeth lightly into the flesh above Cecilia’s collarbone.

"Hold on, girl. You gonna eat me alive."

"I am . . . I am," Laura panted. "I just love your black skin. It turns me on. I can’t help it."

Cecilia smiled broadly. "You a little kinky, aren’t you Laura?"

"You’re the one who has orgasms from nursing," Laura teased.

Cecilia had her blouse unbuttoned by now, and her white bra was partially visible, along with the deep cleavage between her magnificent breasts. She had lost some of her pregnancy weight, and the contrast of her slimmer body with her still-inflated breasts was noticeable.

"You bet I do," Cecilia winked. "It something I’m going to miss. Might just have to have another baby, just so’s I can do it again."

"You lost weight," Laura said as she helped her remove her blouse. "Here, come down this way to the bedroom. And by the way, we have to be quiet. My neighbors have been eavesdropping."

Cecilia’s mouth dropped satirically. "Oh? They been overhearing you kiss all those other hot black bitches? ‘Oh god, I just love your black skin, it turns me on!’"

Laura flushed with shame. "I only said that to you. Just now. Never before. It’s your . . . I don’t know--"

"My skin. It’s really black. You dig it."

"You know that."

Cecilia’s eyes twinkled with mischief. "It makes me extra hot in the sack. Hotter than those high yellas, right? Those yella girls with their stuck-up ways, they only wish they could be as hot as me."

"Do you think I’m a horrible racist or something, because I like it?"

"Laura, this may come as a shock to you, but I really like people to dig me, you know? I even like it if they want to fuck me. Back when my mama was a kid people hated you if you were really black like me."

"Ummm, not me. I love it," Laura purred, embracing her and kissing her passionately again now that they were in the bedroom.

Cecilia kissed her back, and began to undress her too. She kissed Laura’s neck and shoulders and dropped her lips into Laura’s cleavage, shallower than her own but still alluring.

"You know, girl, I happen to love your creamy white skin too," she murmured softly. "Here you are, a total knockout that dudes would pop their pistols over, and you tell me you love my black skin."

"But I do."

"I know you do. Let’s get out of these clothes and get both of our beautiful skins together."

They did, undressing the rest of the way quickly. Cecilia was breath-taking.

"How much did you lose?" Laura asked, admiring her stunning naked black body.

"Eleven pounds," Cecilia smiled, posing.

"I’m going to eat you alive, if you don’t watch out."

"Oooohhh, just what I was hoping you’d do."

"Your tummy is so flat and smooth," Laura said, running her fingertips across it, dying with lust.

"Jazzercise, baby. I jazzercise myself silly every damn day. My body is hard."

Laura pulled her down on the bed. "Let me feel it."

They kissed hungrily, and Laura ran her hands all over Cecilia’s magnificent flesh. She was indeed hard, almost as hard as Kendra, or Brandi. Laura devoured her, knowing Cecilia loved it. She licked her beautiful skin, dropping her mouth to Cecilia’s incredible breasts, which were heavy and swollen with milk.

"I been saving some for you," Cecilia panted. "They hurt a little, they’re so full. So be careful."

"I wouldn’t hurt them for the world."

Laura took one swollen, bulbous black nipple into her mouth and gently began to tongue and suck it. Cecilia moaned.

"Ohhhhh! Oh god, Laura, yes! Ohhnnnnn . . . suck it hard . . . drink it!" she gasped, writhing and quivering.

A sudden orgasmic episode enveloped them both, more quickly than they had expected. Laura’s mouth filled with the sweet, warm milk. Cecilia was almost coming already. Laura felt the now-familiar sexual heat fill her own quivering body.

She gulped the milk as fast as Cecilia’s nipple flooded her mouth with it. Both girls slid their hands down to each other’s crotch. Cecilia’s pussy was so wet that her juices had spilled onto her hard, flexing thighs. Her hand rubbed Laura’s own wet pussy in a rapid frenzy.

"Oh! Ungghh!" Laura gasped, knowing she was going to come too, far quicker than usual.

"God, Laura . . . suck the other one! I’m going to come!"

"Oh honey, me too!"

Laura was on the bottom, with Cecilia’s beautiful, pendulous breasts dangling in her face. With one hand she guided the girl’s other, bursting black nipple into her mouth and sucked it, feeling her mouth fill with warm milk.

"Unhhh . . . oh . . . unnnhhh!" Cecilia panted.

Then her body was gripped by a sharp, unexpected tremor as she came suddenly.

"Auuniigghhiie!" she cried out, uncontrollably.

Laura was close behind her, but Laura’s orgasm was not a sharp seizure. Instead, it was like all the others she had had in this situation, a crescendo of throbbing, swelling, then bursting pleasure, a prolonged sweet agony of pulsing and coming that nearly robbed her of her senses. She lay shuddering through the incredible long, slow spasms, Cecilia’s milk filling her mouth, spilling out, Cecilia’s wet breast bobbing into her face as she came too, groaning and twisting on top of Laura.

They were both shocked and overwhelmed by the suddenness of it. Finally, Cecilia’s moans faded. Laura’s deep, agonizing spasms waned. They embraced and kissed, and Laura felt all the wonderful warm wetness and stickiness of Cecilia’s breasts pushing into hers.

"Oh, it was over too fast," Cecilia pouted softly. "I wanted it to last and last."

"It is going to last and last," Laura purred. "When do you have to go home?"

"Not until . . . really late. Like midnight."

"I want you to lie back and surrender this delicious long black body to me," Laura whispered, caressing her. "I am going to eat your sweet pussy right now until you have a hellacious climax, my darling."

Cecilia giggled. "Nobody ever talked to me that way but you, Laura."

"That’s because nobody ever loved you and your body the way I do. Not even your husband. No man could love this body as much."

She kissed her way down Cecilia’s body, ignoring her beautiful, swollen breasts this time since the merest touch seemed to lead them both to an inevitable orgasm in only seconds. She still couldn’t believe how quickly they had both come. She kissed Cecilia’s smooth, flat midriff, her belly, her thighs.

"Oh Laura . . . " Cecilia sighed, parting her thighs so that Laura could slide down between them. "Oh Laura . . . ohhhh it feels so good! Oh yes . . . oh Laura oh Laura. UNNHHH!"

She groaned aloud just as Laura’s tongue found her pussy. It was, as Laura had often noted, a beautiful long shapely pussy with well-defined thin black pussylips and a fiery, juicy, magenta interior. Laura loved to tongue and suck it, which she did slowly and gingerly, realizing that Cecilia was only slightly less aroused than she had been initially, when she had come in only seconds.

Laura too wanted it to last. She completely avoided Cecilia’s clit, tongue-fucking her and licking her cuntlips hungrily, even sliding one long forefinger deep into the glistening wet slit, but keeping a safe distance from the taut little berry at the top. Cecilia undulated and moaned, her beautiful naked body flexing and twisting as Laura feasted skillfully on her pussy.

"Oh Laura . . . ohhhh Laura," she gasped, her hips gyrating rhythmically.

"I love your beautiful pussy," Laura murmured to her, exploring every secret crevice with the tip of her tongue.

Cecilia was now holding and squeezing her swollen breasts, and rivulets of milk were running out of her nipples and down onto her body. She pinched her large, swollen black nipples and jets of milk spurted into the air.

"Oh god . . . oh god! Fuck me . . . Laura, fuck me! Oh god, I’m going to come again. Fuck me honey fuck me hard honey Laura oh please oh Laura oh fuck me please!"

"Do you still want me to fuck you hard?" Laura asked softly, curling her tongue around Cecilia’s clit for the first time, knowing Cecilia was about to explode.

"Yes! Oh yes! Fuck me hard. Rape me . . . bite me. Fuck me hard, Laura, now, please! Yes! Yes!"

Laura knew what Cecilia wanted. She had done it before, also when Cecilia had asked. She licked her way slowly up Cecilia’s milk-drenched body and breasts, feeling her own sexual excitement approach the crazed, maniacal lust stage. She licked the milk from Cecilia’s nipples and at the same time slid three fingers into the girl’s wet, gaping pussy, wondering insanely if, as she did with Karen, she could slip her whole hand into it.

She moved her hand in and out, and Cecilia went wild, pumping and whinnying softly, wildly.

"Oh god, honey, I can fist fuck you," Laura heard herself cooing to the delirious Cecilia. "I can fuck you really hard. Do you want it?"

She realized that if Cecilia’s pussy had recently passed that baby, it could probably stretch pretty easily to accommodate her fist. And Cecilia didn’t seem to be any longer troubled by pain. But Laura also knew that the girl was so far gone in sexual arousal that she probably didn’t realize what Laura was suggesting.

"Yes . . . oh yes!" Cecilia gasped. "Do me hard, Laura! Please! Quick!"

She already had three fingers wedged into the girl’s sopping wet crack, so bunching the other two with them was no trouble. And she was right: her entire hand slid into Cecilia’s cunt without much of a problem. But Cecilia certainly felt it.

Her lovely face was suddenly torn with an expression of sublime agony. She looked down her body to see Laura’s hand inside her pussy up to the wrist.

"Oh god!" she gasped.

"Do you want me to stop?" Laura panted.

Her eyes watered, but Cecilia shook her head. "Do it. Do it hard. Hard, Laura! Ughhhh!"

She nearly passed out as Laura began to fist fuck her hard, the way she wanted it. Laura of course could not keep her mouth away from Cecilia’s ripe, spurting breasts either. She squeezed one in her free hand, sucking Cecilia’s bulging nipple hard, biting it, and fist-raping Cecilia’s beautiful tight pussy very roughly, plunging her fist into it.

She was so aroused already that this kind of treatment made Cecilia come in only seconds, and she got the kind of orgasm she had been hoping for. It knocked the wind out of her, a cataclysm of rapture that nearly made her pass out. Laura could feel the beautiful girl’s whole body quaking with the ferocious shocks of her thrilling climax.

It exploded and took her with it into a keening, demented frenzy of orgiastic coming that wrenched her body. But only a helpless, desperate cawing emerged from her throat as the waves rocked her. Then she began to get breath back into her lungs, and suddenly a loud wail of stupefying ecstacy escaped from her throat.

"AUUNGGHIIIEEE! ONNGGHH! UNGGHH! AUUNNGGHIIEEE!" she cried out, succumbing again to the fierce convulsions of another orgasm, which again stifled her cries in a sharp paroxysm of shattering pleasure.

This was all she could bear, and her body went slack, falling back to the bed, her moans subsiding into hoarse whimpering as the aftershocks of a supreme bliss broke over her. Laura removed her hand carefully from Cecilia’s plundered cunt, and tenderly kissed her smooth cheek as Cecilia slowly resurfaced from the overwhelming experience.

"Oh god oh god . . . I never knew it was possible," she murmured to Laura, who brushed the tears away from her cheeks and kissed her lovingly.

"You came hard."

"You fucked me hard."

"You asked me to."

"I know," Cecilia said meekly. "But I didn’t think you’d do it that hard."

"Are you sorry?"

Cecilia beamed. "I never came like that. I’m surprised my body didn’t explode. No dude ever fucked me that hard, Laura."

Laura could feel her whole body throbbing as she gazed into Cecilia’s dark, grateful eyes. Cecilia’s spectacular naked breasts were still streaked with the shiny rivulets of her own milk. Laura cradled them in her palms and licked it off.

"I want you to squirt milk into my pussy," she confessed. "I know I can come just from that. I’m so excited from fucking you that way."

"You’re excited. Think of how I feel. I came twice, like two bombs going off in my pussy."

"Rub your nipples on my clit and squirt it into my pussy," Laura beseeched her. "Please."

"Oh honey, how could I refuse you?" Cecilia smiled.

What followed nearly sent Laura prematurely to heaven as Cecilia scrunched her long body up between Laura’s spread thighs and began to massage Laura’s wet, open pussy with her breasts. She held one swollen gourd in both hands and rubbed her large, bulbous nipple up and down in the wet cleft of Laura’s cunt, and Laura came unglued. She wanted to watch, but the sensations quickly made her delirious, consuming her in a hot whirlwind of lust.

It took very little squeezing for Cecilia to spurt warm milk from her nipples into Laura’s juicing, aching pussy, and the writhing, whimpering Laura went crazy with sexual excitement as she felt it bathing her pulsing cunt. Cecilia squirted her with one breast, then switched, rubbing Laura’s pussy and clit with her bulging, silky, wet nipple, then pinching it and spurting warm milk all over Laura’s pussy.

Laura came. She was engulfed in a hot, throbbing cloud of bliss, another nuclear meltdown, her whole body quivering and shuddering as one wave after another of intensely pulsing orgasms wracked her flesh. She moaned softly, aware that Kendra or Jane upstairs might be listening, knowing Cecilia had already aroused their curiosity by her loud cries. Laura pulled a pillow over to her face and moaned into it, coming again, and again as Cecilia continued to bathe her spasming pussy in breast milk.

Soon her breasts seemed to have given up all their milk. She squeezed, but nothing came out. The sheets were soaked, and so were both of them. Cecilia giggled. Laura was still groggy from the impact of several orgasms.

"I guess we emptied them out," Cecilia laughed. "You want me to fuck you like you fucked me? I mean, hard?"

"God, yes," Laura said, unable to stop herself.

She knew she already seemed like a glutton, having just come about four times. But the idea of Cecilia fisting her back was irresistible. She bit her lip as she saw Cecilia bunch her fingers up into a wedge.

"This how you do it?"

"Yes," Laura panted. "Let me . . . get on my knees. Then you can . . . really rape me."

"Honey, I ain’t never done this before. Will it fit?"

"Yes. Mine fit in yours."

"But my pussy just had a baby," Cecilia explained. "Not yours."

"It’ll fit," Laura said. "Just push."

Actually, Cecilia had small hands, smaller than Laura’s or Karen’s, and her bunched up fingers slid pretty easily into Laura’s cunt. The sensation was still electrifying.

"Ungghhh!" Laura groaned, feeling the water leap to her eyes.

She looked back over her shoulder. Cecilia seemed awestruck at the sight of her whole hand inside Laura’s pussy. But she began to move it, and Laura responded, moaning gutturally, forgetting totally about Kendra and Jane now, diving deep into the fiercely intense experience of being fist-fucked by another beautiful woman.

"Does it hurt?" Cecilia asked, solicitously.

"No," Laura groaned. "Nooo. Fuck me hard, honey. Fuck me fast. I’m going to come again . . . yes yes! Ohnngg . . . oh god, yes!"

She had already come several times, but her orgasms had been the milk-induced upwelling explosions of radiant bliss that doing it with Cecilia had inspired in her since the baby. But this one was different. Cecilia learned fast, and she was fucking Laura, fist fucking Laura, as hard as Laura had fucked her.

Suddenly, almost without warning, Laura had a horrific climax, a savage, wrenching, violent explosion of coming, fueled by Cecilia’s plunging fist and her own incredible lust. She pitched forward, her face buried in the sheet, and groaned wildly as the sharp, almost painful coming pierced her spasming body.

"Unngghhh! Ohnnnggiiieeee! Auunnghiiieee!" she cried out, swooping her groin back up into Cecilia’s penetrating thrusts and coming in fierce, shattering waves, until Cecilia finally grew frightened of the intensity and quit fucking her.

She wiped her hand on the edge of the sheet and cradled the stunned Laura in one arm, seriously worried.

"Laura? Laura . . . are you okay?"

Laura turned her face and smiled wanly up at Cecilia. "You, my darling, are a tornado. You never told me that deep in your heart you were a cruel rapist just dying to fist fuck me into ninth heaven."

Laura stretched out on the bed, and Cecilia stretched out beside her. They embraced and kissed lovingly.

"I was worried. You . . . seemed to come so hard."

Laura gulped. "That might be the word for it. A few more sessions like this and I might have to check into the hospital."

"Was it good?"

"Did you like it when I did it to you?" Laura grinned.

"God . . . yes! I’m ashamed to admit it. It seems so sick, but it made me die almost."

"Me too," Laura said meekly. "Now give me more of that milk, darling, before it’s gone forever."

Either the sexual excitement of fist fucking Laura, or the elapsed time, had brought more milk to Cecilia’s breasts, and they now spent the next hour in a slow, luxuriant riot of fucking and frolicking in complete and utter wetness and abandon. Finally, the sheets were so wet that they had to leave the bed. The towels Laura had placed under the sheets were soaked too, and they did move into the bathroom, as Cecilia had jokingly suggested.

They took a warm bath together. The warm water started the milk flow again, and Laura drank and came to her heart’s content, and to Cecilia’s too, since the release of milk frequently made her come too. By the time the water began to cool they had each come three more times and were beginning to feel exhausted.

"I can’t handle any more, girl," Cecilia said, toweling herself off. "I have a baby to contend with. All you have to do is go to work."

Laura nodded. "I feel so tired I think I can sleep for a week."

Cecilia smirked proudly. "It’s my milk making you feel that way."

"I know. I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I wish I could bottle it. Just the slightest sip and I start coming."

"I know . . . I know," Cecilia giggled uncontrollably. "So flattering. Just a little taste, and Laura be moaning and shivering and coming like crazy."

Laura embraced her and kissed her. "Don’t make fun of me."

"Never," Cecilia said, wide-eyed. "I never would. Even my baby don’t enjoy this as much as you do. But say goodbye." She dangled her bra in one hand. "They’re going away right now. They have to get full again for the one who has first dibs on them."

Laura watched her cover up the magnificent breasts, then pull on her sweater. At the door, they kissed passionately.

"Thank you for coming," Laura said solemnly.

Cecilia crinkled her nose, never able to pass up such an opportunity. "Thank you for making me come. And come. And come." She giggled, then turned briefly morose. "You sure you’ll still want to see me after they dry up?"

Laura kissed her impulsively. "You never know. I may suck enough to start them up again."

"Ooohhh, I can’t wait for that!" Cecilia smiled. "See you soon."