A few days later, when Laura had come to work very early—about seven o’clock to get a project with a heavy deadline out of the way, she ran into Tamara Taylor, also there very early. There was no one else around but the nighttime security guards, yawning, getting ready to call it quits. Tamara, of course, was stunning as usual with her exquisitely beautiful face and her perfectly-proportioned figure.

Laura, unable not to look at her, found herself wondering if Rhonda had made any progress. She doubted it since Tamara seemed both gorgeous and a little cold, as well as very impressed by her own appeal to men. Suddenly, the girl walked right up to her as Laura was entering her own office, stopping Laura at the door.

"Can I speak to you for a moment?" she asked, almost aggressively.

Laura was so excited by the prospect that she almost blushed. Maybe she likes me? she wondered. God, what good luck!

She smiled. "Of course."

Tamara’s beautiful face suddenly got very hostile and sharp. "Would you please stop staring at me? Every time I see you, you’re staring at me! What’s the matter, don’t you like black people or something?"

Now Laura did blush for real. A fierce hot blush. Oh god! she thought.

She gulped and tried to speak. "No . . . oh, of course not. I’m so sorry." Her face, she knew, was beet red. She wished it would stop so she didn’t look so guilty. The only thing to do was confess. "I . . . guess I did stare at you a little. It’s not like you think. I just . . . couldn’t get over how beautiful you are. I was . . . so envious."

"Oh right. Someone who looks like you, like a supermodel, is envious of me."

"It’s the truth," Laura protested. "I’m . . . very sorry it offended you. I’ll try not to do it again."

Tamara did not seem easily mollified. She was still half-rigid with anger. Does she feel the sexual part of it? Laura wondered. The fact that I want her? Maybe that threatens her somehow.

"Thank you," Tamara said curtly. "I hope you don’t."

Laura had a pained expression on her face, she knew. Can’t we be friends? she wanted to appeal to the ravishing girl. Do you have to hate me so? Rhonda wants to fuck you too. I can see it in her eyes. Why don’t you get this angry at her?

But of course Laura had no idea what Tamara thought of Rhonda, and could not bring it up. She couldn’t even watch the delicious girl as Tamara walked off, so frightened was she of being caught staring again. All in all, this confrontation ruined her day. She felt guilty and dirty for yielding so obviously to her lust. God, I must’ve been undressing her with my eyes or something to make her that mad! she thought.

She was still feeling badly about it when Deshona arrived at mid-morning to continue working together on their project. Because of the distance between her house and Laura’s apartment, they didn’t see each other every day. And so, two or three times a week they could barely keep their hands off each other, even when their minds were supposed to be on business.

They worked in Laura’s office with the door half-closed, both eager to get through the two hours before lunch, when they would go to Laura’s apartment and fuck frantically for an hour. But Deshona could see something was wrong, and Laura hated being so transparent.

"Are you okay?" Deshona asked, touching her arm tenderly, her dark eyes full of sweet concern.

"Oh . . . I guess so," Laura said, wearily, thinking of the shame she had felt after being accused of—what? lechery? racism?—by Tamara. "I had a little run-in with another person this morning. Very unpleasant."

Deshona, quick to be jealous, as usual, bristled. "One of your ex-girlfriends?"

"Oh no, don’t be silly," Laura scoffed, glad she could be sincere for once.

Deshona smiled again. "I can’t wait for noon to get here. I can soothe your nerves, I bet."

"I’ll bet you can too." Laura looked at her watch. "Let’s go now. It’s eleven-thirty. Most people around here don’t wait until noon to go to lunch."

"My knees are shaking," Deshona giggled sexily as she stood up from her chair.

Laura caught her before she fell. The whiff of her expensive perfume nearly made Laura faint with love. How could I want Tamara when I have this incredible woman? she asked herself.

When they got to her apartment, she wanted to fall on Deshona in a hot, ravening fit of lust, as she had sometimes done with Yvette, Sholandra, or Randi, the two of them falling to the floor and fucking like wild animals right by the door. She wanted Deshona that bad. But Deshona was refined and classy, also romantic, and Laura was afraid to reveal this raw, sexually predatory side of herself.

They did, however, kiss with great tenderness and growing passion, after Laura locked the door. Then hand in hand they walked to Laura’s bedroom. Laura was proud of herself for being so restrained. Maybe it was that frantic fucking with Chanitra and Yvette at Rhonda’s party that made me want to do it with her too, she thought.

Deshona had no children or husband and had a high-paying job, and so she spent a lot on clothes. Her underwear in particular captivated Laura, and seeing this, she had taken to buying it with Laura in mind, so that each time they undressed together, Laura was aroused more than ever by underwear even more alluring than her own.

Today Deshona wore panties and bra that matched. Both were made of an expensive, diaphanous, dusty rose lace. The panties were cut deliciously high on the sides, and the bra cups, triangles barely containing her very round breasts, were thin and gauzy enough to clearly reveal the large, dark circles of her areolas and the jutting center bullets of her thick nipples.

"God, what underwear you have," Laura said, staring. "Did you buy these just for me so I would die to fuck you?"

"Oh," Deshona grinned coquettishly. "It crossed my mind."

Laura took a long, detailed look, enjoying every second. This was a magnificent woman with a terrific body and an exciting temperament that ticktocked between aloof frigidity and crackling fire, a combination that continued to fascinate and attract Laura. Even though Deshona was sweet, vulnerable, and lonely, she also verged at times on a fierce, icy remoteness and contempt that aroused Laura’s lust just as much as her vulnerability did.

"Can I take them off?" Laura whispered, unable to keep her eyes from roving Deshona’s half-naked body.

"It would be my pleasure."

Laura started by actually not taking them off. Instead, with infinite patience she kissed and caressed with her fingertips Deshona’s upper body, skirting the flimsy bra straps and triangles. She kissed the smooth, rich-chocolate skin of her chest, her shoulders, her throat, then dipped her lips between the firm balls of Deshona’s barely-covered breasts, so large for such a petite woman. Deshona began to pant a little with excitement.

Laura kissed the exposed sides of each breast, then removed her mouth from Deshona’s cleavage and explored with her lips the outer edges of each firm globe, then the bulging undersides. Still, the flimsy, lacy bra remained in place. But Deshona was panting more heavily.

Finally, with both hands Laura peeled up one lace triangle, exposing one beautiful breast. She ran the tip of her tongue in circles around Deshona’s wide areola until little bumps appeared and the center nub stiffened and pointed. Then she closed her lips over it and sucked the entire tender bud deep into her mouth.

"Ohhhnnn!" Deshona moaned softly, watching everything as Laura squeezed and sucked her breast passionately. "God . . . I never really enjoyed having my nipples sucked that much . . . until you began doing it. Unhhh!"

Now Laura pulled up the other lace triangle and did the same thing, at the same slow, thorough pace, to Deshona’s other breast and nipple. The lacy bra was still fastened in the back, but the skimpy little triangles that lay useless and crumpled on the upper slopes of Deshona’s delectable naked breasts somehow made the act of sucking and kneading them even more alluring and erotic to Laura.

"Mmmm, they don’t know how to do it," Laura murmured, busily doing it herself, sucking Deshona’s wet, erect nipples more and more ardently.

"You sure know how to do it," Deshona panted. "Honey, I’m almost coming already."

Laura smiled up at her, cradling both scrumptious breasts in her palms, their black, stiff nipples shiny with her own warm spittle. "I have other plans for you," she said. "You can’t come until I say so."

Deshona grinned. "I had a fantasy . . . while we were apart. It was so exciting, I want to do it."

Laura, still holding Deshona’s breasts in both hands, rubbed her thumbs over the girl’s wet, hard nipples, wanting to suck them again, harder. "Tell me about it."

Deshona’s eyes grew slightly glassy and rapt as she recalled it for Laura. "I know how you like my boobs," she said softly, half-mesmerized by sex.

"I sure do," Laura agreed, dropping her mouth to them again.

"I was fucking you with one of them," Deshona confessed her fantasy. "With my boob. Rubbing your pussy with my nipple."

Both of them responded to this in the same way. Their eyes widened, and their breath quickened noticeably. Oh god! Laura thought, feeling the wetness in her crotch become a mini-flood. She kissed Deshona hungrily, nearly raping her throat with her tongue.

"I’m dying to feel it," she breathed into Deshona’s ear. "Do it to me now."

Trembling with sexual excitement, they stretched out together on Laura’s bed. Deshona still had her lacy, dusty rose panties on, but otherwise they were naked, embracing, kissing romantically, achingly, making love with skill and patience. Slowly, Deshona kissed her way down Laura’s naked body, taking her time, lingering at Laura’s breasts to tease and suck Laura’s nipples and dangle her own breasts over Laura’s, brushing her own hard, black nipples against Laura’s damp, erect buds.

God, I’m going to die of anticipation! Laura realized, feeling her body undulate out of control. Watching Deshona’s magnificent, firm, round globes sweeping across her own small, perfect breasts, and feeling her nipples tingle each time Deshona’s touched hers, made her quiver with sweet, unbearable lust.

Her dark eyes veiled, lids heavy with sexual promise, Deshona descended lower, kissing Laura’s smooth, creamy lower belly, then the inner sides of both thighs. Laura had not been sexually tormented this way for a long time, and never by Deshona, who was showing a kind of skill she had never revealed before.

"I love your pretty pink pussy," she heard Deshona’s low, throaty voice murmur. "Laura, I’ve never seen you this wet."

"Oh god!" Laura moaned. "I know! Oh god . . . it’s so exciting. Let me put a pillow behind my head so I can watch."

Together they positioned a pillow in place, and Laura lifted her head to watch as Deshona scooted up between her splayed thighs in order to get her breasts as close as possible to Laura’s exposed, inflamed, throbbing pussy. Then she took one of her breasts in her hand and, glancing up with a smoldering look deep into Laura’s eyes, she moved closer so that her large, stiff nipple pushed directly into the wet, open lips of Laura’s cunt.

It was as if Laura’s cuntlips, instead of her mouth, had closed over Deshona’s nipple. Both of them were electrified by the sensations, and their soft mewling and whimpering filled the room. Laura bit her lower lip as she saw and felt Deshona begin to move the hard round globe of her breast up and down in the wet furrow of her pussy. The thick rubbery bullet of Deshona’s erect nipple slid up to Laura’s clit, and when the two touched, Laura gasped aloud.

"Unh! Oh!"

"Ohhh . . . it’s so good," Deshona cooed softly, rubbing her wet nipple up and down over Laura’s tingling clit.

Laura knew she wouldn’t be able to take much of this without spilling over. Her whole body throbbed with pulsing, warm sexual currents, and she threw her head back, arching her back and thrusting her hips, pushing her pussy hard against Deshona’s breast. Deshona could see how aroused Laura was, and increased the intensity by periodically leaning down, removing her breast from Laura’s pussy and slurping and sucking it in a heated frenzy, then leaning back up and pushing her nipple against Laura’s clit again, rubbing it hard, making Laura’s body quickly seize up with sexual tension.

"Unhh! Oh! Unmgghh! Oh shit!" Laura gasped. "Oh god, baby, I’m going to come. Fuck me with it . . . fuck me with it! Yes!"

"Already?" Deshona panted, looking down at her wet nipple in the juicy trench of Laura’s pussy.

"Oh god . . . yes!" Laura gasped, trembling uncontrollably, overwhelmed by the sweet sensations that the thick, hard bud of Deshona’s erect nipple caused in her aching clit.

"Mmmm . . . but I don’t want you to come yet, Laura darling," Deshona purred, enjoying the desperate lust she was arousing. "I want to fuck your pretty pink pussy with my other boob too."

"Ohhh . . . yessss!" Laura breathed, undulating helplessly as Deshona maneuvered her body to make the switch.

It was one of the most exciting moments of Laura’s life. She couldn’t get enough of the sight of Deshona’s erect black nipple, shiny with her own cunt juices, rubbing up and down against the distended, flaring, fleshy marble of her own engorged clit, or the warm, blossoming sensations of an imminent, all-engulfing orgasm that were beginning to spread through her writhing body. Now Deshona pushed her other breast into Laura’s pussy, and Laura, throwing back her head, nearly swooned, groaning softly and melting with love.

Her eyes opened to find Deshona staring deeply, hotly into them as she brought Laura up and up to the inevitable finish. "Now? Are you going to come now, Laura?"

"Oh yes!"

Deshona could see from the look in her eyes that she was telling the truth. She took her firm, round breast in both hands and began rubbing her hard nipple roughly against Laura’s clit, sending Laura into a rapid meltdown.

"Unghh! Oh! Auunngghhhh!" Laura cried out, suddenly feeling the hot cloud of unbelievably sweet coming burst inside her body, filling her veins with quicksilver fuck-fire. "Oh god . . . oh god! Auungghhh!"

For some reason, the quality of her orgasm differed from others. It was more like the ones she had when they were pussy-to-pussy fucking, a slow, intensely throbbing expansion of almost excruciating spasms that spread like flowing lava through her flesh. Deshona did not try to cut it short, but in the middle of Laura’s climax she could not resist sliding down again to lick Laura’s flowing, spasming pussy until the final twitches and aftershocks waned.

Laura was wasted, panting and slack and devastated by the beauty of it. Deshona now slid back up her body to kiss her. Laura’s eyes glistened. Fucking with Deshona was an emotionally moving event for her anyway, and had been one from the start. But this was the most emotionally intense moment they had shared.

"Nobody ever did that to me before," Laura said, her voice exuding gratitude and awe.

Deshona kissed her nose. "First time for me too. But I thought we both might like it."

Laura squeezed her hard and giggled. "Like it?" She realized that Deshona was still very taut with unreleased sexual tension. "I’m going to give you something in return."

Deshona smiled, shyly. "Now you have discovered my true motives."

"Turn over, I’m going to give you a back-rub."

Deshona pouted playfully. "That’s all?"

"No, that’s not all," Laura shook her head. "The rest is a surprise."

Obediently, Deshona lay on her stomach. Surreptitiously, Laura reached under the bed and fished with her hand for the long double-dildo, her ‘dick,’ the one that Charise, her darling Inky, loved to tease her about (and also, it turned out, loved to be fucked with). She quickly found it and brought it up to the bed, laying it next to her leg.

Then she straddled the backs of Deshona’s delicious thighs, gazing with rapt, renewed lust at the girl’s small but beautiful upcurving ass and her miraculously shaped back. The color of rich, dark-brown molasses, it was phenomenally smooth and sleekly muscled with a subtle, long depression in the middle, very shallow at the top between two sculptured, wing-shaped shoulderblades, then deepening as it descended into soft, contoured cambers approaching the upslope of her perfect, round moons. It was a peerless back, and Laura had been wildly in love with it from the start .

She began to caress and massage it gently, spreading the frizzy curls and billows of Deshona’s hair aside and kissing the nape of her neck very sensually. "I love your gorgeous back," she murmured, dropping her lips to the shallow indentation below one slightly-protruding shoulderblade.

"Mmmm," Deshona smiled dreamily. "You and my ex-husband. He used to . . . you know, fuck me this way. From behind. He loved to rub my back and fuck me. And I did too. I don’t know why, but I always come fast and hard that way."

"Ooohh, just what I love to here," Laura breathed into her marvelous dark brown ear, following her warm breath with her tongue.

She was a little surprised to hear Deshona reminisce about her ex-husband so fondly since usually she only mentioned him in withering contempt. It was obviously a good memory, the times he had fucked her this way. Laura was slightly taken aback by the challenge. I have to make it better, she realized. I have to make her come faster and harder.

She spent the next few minutes rubbing and loving Deshona’s beautiful naked back in every way imaginable, kissing the smooth warm skin everywhere, finally reaching the girl’s beautiful ass. Deshona still had on the flimsy, lacy, dusty rose panties, and Laura began to pull at them with her teeth, slipping her fingers under the lace, which was very damp in the crotch already. Her teeth, in between tugging at Deshona’s panties, nipped at the firm flesh of her ass too, and Deshona squealed softly and giggled as she felt Laura’s gentle bites.

"I love every inch of your delicious body," Laura murmured, painstakingly tugging Deshona’s lace panties down her naked legs by pulling them with her teeth.

And she managed to kiss almost every inch of each shapely black leg on the way down, a series of caresses that Deshona found exquisitely erotic. She was squirming and moaning in a pleasurable fit of sexual frenzy by the time Laura reached her toes and began to suck each one.

"Oh! Oh Jesus! Oh Laura! Unhhh!"

"Mmmm, you like that, don’t you," Laura purred, finally slipping the lace panties past her heels and off for good. "Does it make your hot little pussy wet for me?"

With her panties no longer restraining her legs, keeping them half-closed, Deshona could part them wide, and this revealed the flaming red pit of her glistening, swollen pussy, a tempting feast that Laura could not stay away from. Knowing she had to be careful not to cause a premature eruption, she slid up Deshona’s writhing body and pressed her mouth into the oozing cleft, slipping her tongue between Deshona’s sinuous, moist, deep-black cuntlips.

"Unggh! Oh!"

Laura licked her sweet, tangy pussy and squeezed the perfect round moons of Deshona’s ass, trying not to be tempted by the pinched-tight dark rosebud of the girl’s asshole, saving that for another time. Today she had something else in store for the writhing, whimpering, beautiful girl. Unable to resist kissing Deshona’s firm, dark moons, she ran her lips all over them, kneading the hard globes with her fingers, before moving up once more into position behind Deshona’s uptilted ass, her hands again all over the girl’s delicious naked back.

Again she leaned forward, pushing aside the clouds of Deshona’s hair and kissing the nape of her neck sensually, then frenching her other ear and breathing into it, taunting her with seductive whispers.

"I’m going to fuck you now," she breathed. "Are you ready for me to fuck you?"

"Oh . . . ohhh god!" Deshona moaned, quivering excitedly, her smooth asscheeks clenching under Laura’s caressing fingers.

Leaning back, Laura took the huge dildo in both hands. Slowly, carefully, she began to feed the ballooning head of one end into Deshona’s puckered, glistening furrow. Deshona’s pussy was so wet that lubrication was no problem, and the dildo slid into her about two inches with no trouble. But the girth and rigidity of it obviously surprised her.

"Ungghh! What . . . what’s that?" she cried out, looking back over her shoulder, her face contorted in mild shock.

"Mmmm, that’s my dick," Laura purred, pushing it slowly further into Deshona’s pussy.

"Ungghh! God, it’s big!"

"I know."

Laura pushed it in further, until she felt that it would only hurt Deshona to ram it in deeper. But that would probably come, since both of them were getting wildly aroused, more so by the second. Laura fucked her, very slowly and sensually, for a full minute with the huge dildo, watching Deshona’s shapely pussylips cling to the huge, wet shaft as she pulled it out, then relishing Deshona’s wanton, uncontrollable soft moans as it slid back into her cunt.

"You like that, don’t you," Laura whispered, turning the dildo corkscrew fashion as she slid it into Deshona’s slippery pussy, then rotating it back the other way as she withdrew it.

"Oh god, yes!" Deshona gasped, her face contorted in a grimace of intense pleasure.

Laura leaned forward again, kissing Deshona’s incredible naked back, still pushing one end of the dildo in and out of her pussy but not accelerating the motion any, wanting to draw it out.

 

"God, I love your beautiful back," she murmured. "I love your beautiful body."

"Unhh! Oh . . . oh god, it feels so good!" Deshona moaned into the sheet, twisting her body, pushing her ass up so that Laura could fuck her pussy even more easily with the huge dildo. "Ohnnn . . . it’s so big."

Even though Laura wanted to prolong it, Deshona herself was obviously consumed by unbearable, urgent lust and began squirming, writhing, panting semi-hysterically, swirling her ass back and up into Laura’s slow, deliberate thrusts, urging Laura on, trying to get Laura to fuck her faster and harder so that she could come. Laura realized what was happening. This had been the way she had had her best sexual experiences with her ex-husband. In a way, she was reliving them while at the same time being fucked by Laura, her new lover, for whom she now had deep feelings.

And Laura remembered that Deshona said she usually came fast and hard this way. She was already so aroused that it couldn’t be long until she popped. And Laura was determined to have them both come together. Quickly, she guided the other end of the huge double dildo up into her own pussy, whimpering softly as it penetrated her.

"Unhhh!" she groaned softly, lowering her tight, wet pussy onto the huge shaft, feeling the rigid pole pierce her aching slit and slide deep into her body.

Now they were both linked by the enormous double cock. Even though she was already swirling in a hot, throbbing fog of lust and need, Deshona looked briefly back over her shoulder and realized what was happening. A faint smile of pleasure showed in the corners of her sensual mouth before it emitted another low, frantic, fuck-me groan that raised the temperature of Laura’s blood another few notches toward boil-over point.

Now Laura knew they were both going to come in only seconds. Holding the exposed part of the double dildo in one hand, between their two slowly gyrating and pumping groins, she flung herself forward onto Deshona’s miraculous naked back, pressing her naked breasts into it, mashing them into Deshona’s warm flesh. At the same time, she managed to get her other hand under Deshona’s writhing body, filling it with one luscious round breast, squeezing it hard as she jammed her hips forward, burying the huge double cock deep in both of their bodies.

"Angghhh! Owwncchh! Ohhnggg shit . . . anngghh!" Deshona howled, grimacing in a mixture of pleasure and pain as the huge stalk plunged deep into her.

"Ungghh! Oh!" Laura cried out, feeling the same sharp pain as the end of the dildo rammed up against her own cervix, sending sparks of weirdly sexual torment through her body. "Oh god . . . oh god, baby, I love you!"

"Ohhh . . . Laura, I love you!" Deshona panted, swirling her ass back into Laura’s thrusts as they both drew nearer to an inevitable explosion.

Bending forward, panting and groaning in a fierce, hungering mania of love and lust, Laura kissed the nape of her neck again, fiercely squeezing Deshona’s large, round breast and then biting the side of her neck, thrusting forward so hard that almost all of the double dildo disappeared deep into each of their pussies. Their hot cries of intermingled pain and pleasure as the huge shaft probed and plundered their throbbing, flaming cunts filled the room with wild, urgent squeals. And the springs of Laura’s bed were again singing and creaking with each jouncing, bouncing movement of their surging, struggling bodies.

"Unh!" Laura grunted, slamming her pelvis into Deshona, feeling the huge hard pole ram into her own pussy.

"Augnhh!" Deshona groaned, her beautiful face contorted by excruciating shocks, her body clenching under Laura’s driving plunges.

"Unh!"

"Ohhnngg!"

"Unh!"

"Oh god . . . now!" Deshona gasped, her flexing body suddenly seized by a spasm so fierce that she shuddered sharply under Laura’s wild love assault.

Holding her in this fierce grip, their throbbing pussies united by the hard, long, thick shaft of rubber that impaled each of them, Laura was overcome by delirious, physically intense love as Deshona spilled over in a shattering orgasm. Deshona’s lovely body quivered in long, undulating spasms, and a tight, constricted, desperate whimpering came from deep in her throat as she was throttled by a huge climax.

Finally, her breath all rushed out of her lungs in a searing cry of rapture. "Aunngghiiieeee!" she cried out, over and over, her body stiffening and dissolving into repeated spasms as the pleasure ripped through her. "Ungghh . . . oh oh auunngghiieee!"

Deshona’s violent climax triggered Laura’s, and only seconds later she too was coming unbelievably, slumped forward on Deshona’s naked back, groaning and shuddering as wave after wave of killing pleasure flooded her body. As if welded together, they moaned and twisted, feeling the hot sensations flow through their linked bodies, communicating with a intimacy that seemed even more intense than any they had known before now.

"Oh god, I love you, I don’t ever want to stop," Laura groaned hoarsely into Deshona’s ear.

She knew they should be finished, but she wasn’t finished and needed more of the delicious girl. Slowly, she resumed thrusting with her hips, feeling the huge, well-lubricated dildo began to slide in and out of both pussies again, feeling Deshona’s body grow tense again as she felt it too. She wondered if Deshona wanted her to stop, but quickly her fears were dispelled.

"Oh yes!" Deshona panted, face down in the crumpled sheets, turning her head slightly to glance up at Laura.

She smiled, a delirious, half-crazed, sex-filled smile of complicity, signaling Laura that she was not through either, that Laura should keep it up. Laura released Deshona’s breast and leaned back up, holding the wet dildo in both hands as she fucked the girl more deliberately, slowly and skillfully, riding forward on the end that penetrated her own pussy with each thrust, pushing them closer and closer again to a wild second finish.

"Ohhnnn!" she moaned, hearing her own moaning as if it were coming from someone else, so sunk in her own sexual mania that nothing remained in the room but their two linked, intimately mated bodies and their intermingling sighs and whimpers.

Neither had truly descended from the plateau of their last shared orgasm, and now it took only a little pumping and thrusting to get them back to the thrilling peak. Deshona already appeared to be on the verge of swooning, and Laura fucked her faster each second, now holding the girl’s hips and ramming the enormous shaft hard into them both, again feeling it pierce deep into her own pussy and seeing Deshona wince, hearing her yelp softly, as it stabbed deep into her too.

"Are you going to come again?" she panted softly, leaning down to breathe in Deshona’s ear and trail her dangling breasts across the girl’s silky black skin.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!"

Filled again with frantic lust and desire for her, Laura leaned back to watch Deshona’s shiny black cuntlips clinging to the thick creamy shaft as it emerged each time from deep in her pussy. Then she pushed it back in, watching the sublime bliss that filled Deshona’s face, listening intently to her moans of bliss. Finally, she herself was gripped by a fierce, unexpected tremor that shook her whole body violently, and she realized that she was coming again, an orgasm beginning from her curling toes and traveling upward to her cawing throat.

"Aunggrrhhhnnggeeee!" she groaned, plunging the dildo back deeply into Deshona and herself as she lost control.

But Deshona, as she had said, was going to come again too, and this time Laura’s climax triggered hers. She began to whinny hysterically, pressing her face into the sheet and swirling her ass and pussy back and up into Laura’s reckless, spasmodic thrusts.

"Ohhnggg! Unghh! Ahhnnggghh . . . oh shit ungghhh!" she groaned, coming in wrenching shocks, wincing each time the rampaging dildo ripped into her flooding pussy.

As she occasionally did, Deshona ejaculated with this orgasm, spewing warm fluids from her spasming cunt, wetting Laura’s thighs and for some reason arousing her even further, so that she found herself in the throes of yet another climax before she realized what was happening. Clinging to Deshona’s shuddering, clenching body, she moaned and came in hot, throbbing waves of incredible bliss.

She didn’t know how many seconds or minutes passed while she lay completely helpless on top of Deshona, her breasts mashed into the girl’s marvelous back, both of them throbbing, tingling, pulsing, sighing, panting, moaning softly in the aftermath of a wildly exciting love-coupling. They had had fantastic sex from the very beginning but nothing approaching this for sheer intensity and almost uncontrollable passion. As she finally regained her senses enough to roll off poor Deshona, and to extract the monster from both of their groins, she wondered if it had been too much.

Laura had had violent, passionate, scorching sex with others, but she had never pushed the limits so hard yet with Deshona. She reached out tentatively, caressing Deshona’s bare shoulder, brushing her cheek with her fingertips.

"Are you okay?"

Deshona lifted her head up from the mattress, her face suddenly suffused with a very broad smile. "I think this is the most exhausting lunch I ever had, Laura," she said, her eyes flashing with mischief. "What’s for dessert?"

Giggling softly in relief, Laura rolled her onto her back, kissing and embracing her exuberantly. "You came so hard," she murmured, kissing her again passionately.

"So did you. What was that thing, anyway? I thought my ex-husband’s was big."

Almost shyly, Laura held the wet, enormous, ridged tube up, dangling it between them. Deshona’s eyes widened. Then her hand trailed across the wet spot on the sheet. She made a face.

"Oops. I’m afraid I did my little squirt thing again."

"Just leave it. It’ll dry," Laura said, pulling her over to a clean part of the huge bed. "I can’t go back to work unless I have your pussy."

"You didn’t have it enough? You just about destroyed it, darling."

"I have to lick it."

Deshona smiled, both wry and sexually excited at the same time, and glanced at the bedside clock. "We’re already late. We’ve been an hour."

But Laura was not to be denied. She was all over Deshona’s naked body again, swarming, caressing her, sucking her jutting nipples. "On the other hand," Deshona sighed, "I don’t think it’ll take long."

"Mmmm, I don’t either."

Deshona had an exquisitely beautiful pussy, and Laura set to work on it like a artist, exploring every moist, secret crevice with the tip of her tongue, teasing Deshona’s swelling clit, even slithering her whole tongue deep into the center of the hot, runny pit. In under a minute, Deshona’s hips were again quivering, and she was moaning softly, stroking Laura’s hair, watching with love in her eyes as Laura tongue-stroked her pussy, awakening fresh, hot need.

"Ohhhh Laura . . . you do it to me so good!" she sighed, biting her full lower lip, tilting her pelvis up to make her open, flowing, inflamed pussy even more available to Laura’s busy mouth. "Nobody ever---"

Her body seized up as Laura’s tongue hit a very special nerve. Oh, she’s going to come, Laura thought. I love making her come.

"Oh god!" Deshona gasped. "Oh yes!"

Having just raped both of them into glorious climaxes with the huge rubber monster, Laura was determined this time to make Deshona come without penetration and only by the use of her tongue, skillfully deployed. It was a sweet tongue-rape this time, and two or three minutes later Deshona dissolved into convulsions as a warm, blossoming cloud of an orgasm spread through her body, not the explosive, killing knockout punches she had shared with Laura earlier but instead a shimmering storm of intense spasms that left her cooing and gurgling helplessly as they waned and Laura again embraced her.

"I love to make you come," Laura cooed back.

"Oh god!" Deshona whimpered, eyes shining, half-devastated by her third orgasm of the afternoon. "And I love to let you," she sighed.

They had, however, little time to relax and recuperate. Quickly, they both showered. Laura wanted to join Deshona in the shower, but Deshona reminded her that they had trouble keeping their hands off one another and were already late. They dressed hurriedly and drove back to the office.

While walking through the warren of cubicles on their way to Laura’s office, smiling and joking softly together, reveling in the sweet intimacy and memory of the shockingly hot sex they had just shared, Laura spotted, out of the corner of her eye, Randi looking at them from about fifty yards to one side. Deshona, she knew, didn’t see her.

Randi, normally so flip and coquettish and even defiant in her jealousy, was looking at them in stunned, sad silence.