The remarkable thing about Dawn, Laura realized, was that she never seemed jealous.

"What was it like to make it with Tamara?" she asked, out of the blue, lying on her back and staring up into Laura's eyes.

Laura was very uncomfortable talking to a current lover about any of her other affairs, feeling that it was almost indecent, and also a violation of trust. But the feeling came over her that Dawn was asking it almost clinically, more or less out of scientific curiosity. It was so different from the tense anger and bristling jealousy of Randi, or Shontay, or the wildly jealous Jane, for example, a hot, possessive feeling she had felt from many others too.

On top of that, there was her own jealousy to contemplate. She could scarcely bear to think of Dawn naked in bed with Robert without feeling something like battery acid curdling and gurgling painfully in her clenched stomach.

"Tamara is very sweet," she said, noncommittally.

"I know she's sweet, silly," Dawn gave Laura her sly half-smile. "She's also a little daffy That isn't what I asked."

Laura was lying half on top of Dawn's naked body, one of her breasts lodged comfortably between both of Dawn's large, firm globes, her face only inches above Dawn's. She kissed Dawn's shiny black nose, then her half-smirking mouth. Dawn knew exactly what she was doing.

"Okay then, tell me what it was like with Shayla."

Laura stared directly into her eyes, those black eyes that could flicker with flames and make irresistible, devastating invitations. "Shayla is also very sweet," she said evenly.

Dawn giggled and rolled Laura over onto her side, very happy with herself for making her squirm. They had been happily, warmly, exuberantly fucking in Laura's bed for a little over an hour, but this time without toys or hair-pulling or any of the exciting, semi-rough antics they often modulated into almost without notice. Dawn had already come two or three times, Laura twice, and they were relaxed now in a brief lull, enjoying one another immensely and not so pinched by hot lust that they couldn't take their time.

"You don't play fair, Laura," she laughed softly. "I want to know."

She pinched Laura's arm playfully.

Laura tried changing the subject. "I love your skin. I just love your skin. I want to lick it."

She had no trouble making herself sound convincing because it was true, and right now in the half-light of her bedroom at dusk, it was enchantingly true. In Dawn's absence Laura had compared this deeply black skin in her mind to rich black velvet, but in fact there was no comparison. Like Charise's skin, it was smooth and soft beyond belief, and glossy, but not in a hard sheen way. Under her lips it felt like the rarest and most magical texture she had ever felt. It also exuded an indescribably ethereal fragrance that made Laura's head swim and her pussy flutter. She knew (and Dawn knew) that she could not keep her mouth or her fingers off it.

Dawn laughed even more loudly now. "You only been licking it for over an hour. Here," she held out her arm, deliciously well-shaped and black as night. "Lick as much as you want. I like to be licked."

"By me?"

"Of course by you. Now, while you're licking, tell me about Tamara. She's got a beautiful body, doesn't she. Way more beautiful than mine."

Laura did begin to lick the girl's incredible glossy forearm, slowly and sensually. "Are you fishing for compliments?" she murmured.

Dawn shook her head. "I saw her in the shower once."

She didn't go on. Laura's tongue had reached her shoulder. She looked up at Dawn's face, her eyes veiled by her lids, smoking.

"Did you want to do this to her?" Laura whispered.

"What . . . lick her arm?" Dawn giggled softly.

Eyes throbbing with hypnotic, sexual significance, Laura let one hand stray down Dawn's naked body, first to one of her breasts, which she squeezed suggestively, rolling Dawn's plump, soft nipple between her thumb and forefinger, then down further, to the silky patch of pubic hair just above her pussy.

"No . . . this," she whispered.

Dawn's black eyes began pulsing back in the same rhythm with Laura's. She shook her head slowly. "No. I never thought about anything like that . . . until I met you. If I saw her now I might, though."

Laura did not reply. She continued licking Dawn's body, now up her gleaming smooth shoulder to her neck, then over to her throat.

"There's this Vietnamese girl in one of my classes, though," Dawn said, almost as an afterthought. "She's really kind of . . . you know, wild-looking. Exotic, I guess. Petite . . . but with a great body. I kind of think of it when I look at her." She looked down at Laura. "You ever do it with a Vietnamese girl? Or Chinese, something like that?"

Laura shook her head, feeling a crushing wave of jealousy sweep over her but trying not to let it show, since Dawn was so straightforward about it. To cover up her feelings, she began caressing Dawn's silky flesh more urgently, feeling the need reawakening in them both now, licking the girl's incredible glowing black skin until her tongue reached Dawn's breasts again.

"Oh Laura," Dawn squirmed, "you really know how to get me hot."

"No one has a more beautiful body than you," she murmured, alluding to Dawn's comment about Tamara's body but refusing to linger there.

She took one of Dawn's large black nipples all the way into her mouth and began to suck it tenderly, holding it between her lips while her tongue roamed all over it. She could actually feel the little bumps suddenly spring up all over Dawn's areola as she licked it. Dawn shivered, stroking Laura's hair, brushing a few strands away from Laura's forehead.

"I don't know about you," she sighed in a faraway voice. "I never wanted to do it this much with anybody else. You just got to touch me, and I want to do it all over again."

Laura couldn't control her weakness. "With me, right? Not with the Vietnamese girl?"

For an answer, Dawn gave her the usual sly grin, then took her own breast—her nipple now hardened and shiny with Laura's warm spittle—in both hands and pushed her nipple back against Laura's lips.

"You better get that back in your mouth quick," she whispered to Laura, a little hoarsely now.

Laura smiled and did as told. After a full delicious minute of feasting on Dawn's large black nipples, she looked up to see Dawn's face contorted with intense pleasure.

"I want to do it like we've never done it before," she panted softly to Dawn.

Dawn smiled, her eyes flaming, her mouth slack, her breath quick. "How?"

Laura scooted up and gave her a lingering, passionate kiss, still twisting Dawn's erect, damp nipples in her fingers. "Kiss me now . . . because we won't be able to kiss while we're doing it."

Dawn cracked a goofy smile, briefly crossing her eyes comically. "You never kiss me when you're ramming me with that Double Doodad either."

Laura pouted playfully. "I do too. I kiss your . . . back . . . your shoulderblades . . . your beautiful black ass . . ."

Dawn grinned, her eyes on fire and sparkling. "You lie. You just like to push—"

Laura stopped her with another kiss, this one more passionate even than before.

"You just stay here, like you are now," she panted, slipping down and sliding one leg under Dawn's thigh.

Dawn looked at her, mesmerized as she realized what Laura intended. Even though they had fucked pretty heatedly in many ways, it seemed to have never occurred to her that they could do this. Laura gracefully scissored Dawn's pelvis with her thighs, lying half on her side, bringing her own pussy up close to Dawn's, then reached down with one hand to spread her cunt lips even farther open.

"Do yours too . . ." she panted to Dawn, gnawing her own lower lip as the sexual excitement began to get the better of her. "Hold your pussy open . . . so we can put them together."

"Oh . . . Laura," Dawn exclaimed softly, her shiny black eyes widening.

Obediently, she slipped one hand down between their nearly-mated crotches and did as Laura directed. Laura gazed intensely at her, and when Dawn looked up again, their eyes locked in a hot, throbbing, pulsating union. Without speaking, Laura pushed forward, closing the small gap between them, feeling her knuckles brush against Dawn's as they both drew up their hands and let the warm, squinchy, slippery inner flesh of their pussies meet.

"Hhhhhhh!" Dawn gasped involuntarily.

Laura could feel a symphony of tiny, excited muscles clench in her lower belly. Oh god!

"Ohhhh!" she moaned softly.

The next fifteen or twenty minutes were among the sweetest as well as the most intense sexual moments they had ever spent together. They had both climaxed already at least twice and were now in no hurry. Patiently, very slowly and rhythmically, both of them taking great pains not to make it go too fast, not to rush it, they gyrated their mated groins together in a slow, gentle grind, swirling their hips, feeling the sensitized, oozing inner sleeves of their pussies grow hotter and become runny and even more slippery with fresh thick fuck juice.

Dawn remained on her back, but Laura was still half on her side, digging one elbow into the mattress for leverage, and running her fingertips up and down Dawn's leg to her very black foot, feeling Dawn's shin bone nestled between her breasts, Dawn's knee brushing her sternum, pressing her lips to Dawn's shapely instep. She had never been much into feet, though she recalled the wild, tempestuous experience of sucking Jane's toes once, on their amazing fuck-picnic in the outdoors at Mt. Tam. Jane had gone crazy and climaxed in a screaming, thrashing seizure of thrilling pleasure.

But, for whatever reason, Dawn's feet were not Jane's. They were shapely enough, but Dawn was apparently more of a tomboy than Jane, and her feet were crusted with calluses here and there, some of her toenails split, her shins nicked and scarred with keloids, the evidence of a reckless youth. Still, there were delectable smooth patches of lovely black skin to kiss, and her instep was especially appealing to Laura, who kissed it lengthily and creatively, still methodically sliding her pussy across Dawn's, until she felt Dawn's leg twitch in an involuntary spasm, and heard her yelp softly.

"Anngghhh!"

"Oh . . . you like that?" Laura smiled.

"Oh god . . . Laura . . . when you kiss my foot I can feel it all the way up to my ears!"

"Mmmm, I must be doing something right, then."

"Oh god . . . it feels so good. You're pussy feels so good. I never knew this would feel so good."

"You're not going to come, are you?"

"I . . . don't know."

"I don't want you to come. I want this to go on forever."

"God, I don't ever want it to stop."

They were almost horizontal now, heads facing in opposite directions, and Laura found that this position gave her more leverage than usual. She was almost face-down on the mattress, with Dawn's leg under her, grinding and panting, fucking Dawn's pussy harder and harder. She didn't want it to go too fast, but on the other hand it was easier to really pump and grind and swirl her cunt into Dawn's than it could be if she were sitting, or half-leaning forward, or positioned in any other way. Dawn instinctively realized this too, and though still flat on her back, she dug both elbows into the mattress and bucked her groin up into Laura's increasingly vigorous thrusts, panting and accelerating the pace almost uncontrollably.

"Oh . . . stop . . . just for a minute!" Laura cautioned, suddenly slowing the rhythm of her own grinding pelvis, twisting and sitting half upright, then shifting her weight, leaning forward. "I don't want either one of us to come too fast."

Dawn's eyes were hypnotically throbbing and pulsing as she gazed up at Laura, apparently unable to speak because of the intense pleasure that filled her body. She shook her head.

"I don't either. Too . . . good." Wild red circles seemed to swirl deep in the inner recesses of Dawn's black eyes.

Laura twisted her body up further and managed to maneuver their scissored thighs once again until she could lean forward, lean down, swarm over and embrace Dawn. Dawn reached up, and they grabbed one another fiercely, desperately, their tongues coiling and stabbing in a ferociously hungry kiss. Now, in this awkward but passionate embrace, they had to stop fucking and grinding temporarily, but their mouths were so busy trying to devour one another that they scarcely noticed. Laura could feel Dawn's stubby fingernails biting into the naked flesh of her back.

"Oh god . . . I love you!" Laura panted, her teeth and Dawn's colliding and clattering semi-painfully now and then as they tried to eat one another alive.

Dawn's eyes fluttered open, and she seemed on the verge of a deep swoon. "I love you too, Laura," she gasped softly. "I thought . . . I was going to come again when you were doing that."

Laura smiled, kissing her face, her forehead, her chin, savagely attacking her mouth again. Then she undulated her hips slightly so that they both could feel their melded, hot, slimy pussy lips sliding together, even though they couldn't in this position really pump each other.

"This?"

"Unngghhhh! Oh god . . . yessss!"

"Me too. Kiss me again . . . and then we'll do it."

"Yes."

For some reason this last kiss was not the savage, all-devouring kiss they had just been giving each other but another variety, a calm, simmering, deeply expressive intermingling of their lips and tongues. Dawn mewled softly all through it, and when Laura realized this she suddenly heard herself mewling too. At the end of it, Laura almost fluidly unfolded back into her earlier position, her head pointed exactly in the opposite direction as she settled back to the mattress with Dawn's leg under her body, Dawn's shin between her breasts, Dawn's lovely dark, smooth instep only inches from her lips.

"Ahhnngg . . . ohhhhh Laura!" Dawn whimpered as both of them again felt the intense sensations of their two streaming, pulsing cunts squirming together. "Oh god!"

Laura could barely speak. She had fucked pussy to pussy tempestuously, sweetly, passionately with others—even nearly raped poor lovely Shontay in Mr. Gibson's easy chair that way only about a week ago—but she wondered if she had ever before felt this stirring, overpowering intensity of emotion so completely suffused with red-hot sexual desire at the same instant. She knew she was about to come, and she realized that Dawn was too.

Dawn was close, even closer than Laura. She had told Laura so, and from the moment Laura had slowly, fluidly, gracefully unbent and stretched back into her initial position Dawn had begun to quiver and moan softly.

Now her moans swelled and grew louder. For the first time this evening, Laura thought of the Gibsons upstairs. For some reason she had ignored the danger up to now. She and Dawn had begun at dusk, the time the Gibsons usually went out for dinner, but she had not really checked to see if they were gone.

But now Dawn's moans were graduating into high, long, keening peals as she grew closer and closer to coming, and Laura realized that her own gasps were now accompanied by wild yelps of uncontrollable pleasure. Doing something about it was impossible, she quickly realized. They were both too far gone. The bed was even squeaking and singing because by now their groins were welded together, jerking up and down in unison, quivering, gyrating as they both worked maniacally to bring one another to the final peak.

"Oh yes! Oh god yes!" Laura panted, feeling as if her warm, raw, wet flesh and Dawn's were one, completely seamless, a throbbing, soupy, hairy mess of tingling, pulsing, raging nerves about to burst.

"Ungghhh! Oh Laur—" Dawn gagged, her lovely, svelte, flexing young body suddenly seizing up. "Oh . . . now. It's . . . NOW!"

In a fit of desperate, piercing love, Laura somehow strengthened her hold on Dawn's jerking leg, pressing it desperately against her body, clumsily kissing Dawn's foot, her gorgeous smooth black instep, as if it were Dawn's face, pushing her inflamed cunt back and up into Dawn's slippery hot slit as Dawn began to shudder in the grip of a shocking orgasm.

"Ungghh! Ohnnggg! Oh . . . yes oh . . . god! Auunggghhiiiiimmeennngghiieee!" Dawn squealed, her cries filling Laura's bedroom as a phenomenally sharp climax ripped through her.

The violent undulations of Dawn's voluptuous naked body, and the heat of her wet cunt rasping and sliding against Laura's—it actually seemed to swell and ooze with molten heat, growing almost doubly hot as Dawn's orgasm billowed and grew like a steaming, expanding cloud—brought Laura along only a few seconds behind her. She felt a sharp rumbling deep inside her body, then an incredible stabbing sheet of fire roll through her pelvic region and spread rapidly throughout her writhing flesh.

"Unnngghaaunngghnmmnnnggiieee!" she wailed, screaming even louder than Dawn had done as an abrupt, throttling orgasm shook her flesh.

They were locked together at the crotch, moaning and pumping and gasping for air and squealing, more softly now, when Laura felt for the first time Dawn's lips pressed to her own ankle, then Dawn's kisses all over her foot, fervid, passionate kisses that reminded her of the ones she herself had been peppering Dawn's foot with only moments earlier. The bliss was indescribable. It was so deep she wanted to cry, but the sexual waves that were flowing through their intimately linked bodies were still too intense even for crying.

Instead, she pressed her cheek against Dawn's lower shin, and her ankle, holding the girl's leg in both arms and rocking her own body rhythmically so that their orgasmic linkage sent the same waves rolling through their bodies from one to the other and back, making them both quiver and come again in soft, feathery aftershocks.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, feeling her hips shudder involuntarily as another sweet spasm shook her.

"Unnhhhhh . . . oh Laura Laura . . . ahhnnnnnnn!" Dawn sighed, her own lower body shuddering too as they continued to pass the aftershocks back and forth between their quivering bodies.

This went on for several minutes as they gradually ceased moving and squirming, and began to breathe more normally. When they untangled their bodies, they could feel their hot, sticky cunts trying to remain together, glued by the warm fluids they had emitted in the throes of their shared ecstasy. Dawn smiled her seductive half-smile at Laura as Laura turned, freeing her bottom leg, to face her.

"They don't want to come unstuck, I think," she said.

"I don't wonder. I came so hard I think mine's broken."

Dawn made a comical moue. "I can try to put it back together."

They stretched out together and embracing, kissing very solemnly, slowly, emotionally.

"It just gets better and better for us," Laura whispered.

"I know," Dawn nodded slightly. "You're wrecking my life, Laura. I'm just trying to get through school. You make me want to fuck with you all the time. I wasn't that way before you."

Laura smiled, happy, her pussy still tingling, her body filled with warmth. She was still a little discomfited by the noise they had made. Her own cries still resounded in her ears, deliriously happy and wrenchingly sexual cries of rapture. No one who heard them could mistake their origin. God, I hope they aren't home! she thought.

Dawn knew what she was thinking. Pulling on her clothes, she caressed Laura's cheek with one long finger. "I got to go home and study. Exam tomorrow. Don't worry, Laura, they probably ain't home. Maybe they'll think we were playing dominos or something."

Laura smiled wryly. "Right."

"Tomorrow night . . . I could make it," Dawn said, hopefully, eyes wide.

Laura was thrilled. Often she felt she had nearly to beg Dawn to see her, since Dawn was so heavily involved with school. But her shoulders fell disconsolately as she remembered.

"I have a dental appointment tomorrow. I can guarantee you I won't feel like doing this after it's over."

"Poor Laura," Dawn commiserated. "Maybe I'll call you . . . just to cheer you up?"

Laura hugged her. Since Dawn had no car, Laura had to drive her home and had plenty of time on the way back to think about their wonderful moments in bed. When she parked her own car on the street, she looked around curiously for the Gibsons' big brown Mercedes and couldn't locate it. A mild relief descended on her, and she felt better, sleeping that night in the fragrant, rumpled sheets where she and Dawn had groaned and shuddered, smiling in her sleep.

Laura's company had recently switched insurers, and she had been forced to find a new dentist. This was her second visit, during which a lengthy and painful procedure was to be performed. As she sat in the waiting room, she could not for long take her eyes off the receptionist.

She can't have been here the first time, she thought. I would have noticed. Laura peeked at the woman around the corner of her magazine. Fortunately, there was only one other person in the waiting room, an older man who appeared to be comatose though sitting upright.

The receptionist, safe behind her countertop and low glass barrier, like a bank teller, was pretty and black, about Laura's age, maybe thirty, with long, soft black hair that fell below her ears. Her face was fairly ordinary, but Laura found it lovely, though her eyes were small, her nose flat, and her lips large. Large and puffy and curved and wildly sensual. Laura wanted to mash and maul them with hungry kisses.

Her name, Laura had seen on the nameplate on her desk when she registered, was SARA PAIGE. Sara wore a crisp white blouse and a black skirt, no jewelry. She was all business, friendly, with an easy, quick, face-filling smile. She was also short, as Laura could see, peeking around the corner of her magazine, when Sara got up to retrieve a file from the file cabinet. She could be no more than five feet tall. And she had a large, round ass, big but shapely, which reminded Laura a little of April's ass. Big, but you wanted to dig your fingers into it . . . and press your lips to it . . . and—

Laura had to stop herself. This was very unseemly of her, having raw sexual fantasies about a complete stranger, who seemed sweet, uncomplicated, and unsuspecting. You ought to be able to control your feelings in public, Laura, she told herself. If you want to have fantasies about her, do it later.

"Ms. Robbins?" Sara Paige called her, over the glass. "I don't think we got your Social Security number the last time you were here. Can you come over here for a minute?"

Nervous, Laura put down her magazine and crossed the small room.

She peered through the opening in the glass. Sara looked up from her desk. Laura's gaze fell from her eyes to her thick lips. She could feel a distant, familiar fluttering deep in her pussy. I can't want to fuck every pretty young woman, she thought, I just can't! It's so . . . embarrassing! I have to control my eyes because I just want to . . . oh, love them, do everything to them! Especially to her! Look at those luscious lips. I could kiss them forever.

Sara smiled at her professionally, then looked through the folders on her desk. Now that she was closer, Laura could see the outline of Sara's bra straps contrasted against her black skin through the crisp white fabric of her blouse, a sight that always made her quiver with sexual excitement. She didn't know exactly why, but it was so alluring that she could barely stand it. To keep Sara from noticing her frank leering, she looked down at the countertop, twisting her fingers, staring at them.

Now Sara came over to her, holding her folder open. She made a sorrowful face.

"Oh, I can see we aren't going to have very much fun in the chair today, are we." Then she smiled at Laura with genuine warmth, almost friendship, a bright, cheerful, deeply sympathetic smile. "I hope you can get through it better than I got through mine. You poor baby . . . it's going to hurt like hell afterward."

"Thanks a lot for the encouragement," Laura said, deadpan.

"Don't worry," Sara beamed. "Doctor will give you a lot of very exciting drugs to make it all better. I promise."

They verified Laura's Social Security number, and Laura realized she should sit back down, but she wanted to continue bantering with Sara. Just looking at her and talking to her somehow made Laura's whole body tingle and her mind flush with a hot stimulation that was not exactly, or not only, sexual desire—she was very familiar with that—but instead a sense of deep, engaging interest, as if she would surely like to sleep with Sara but also wanted to know her, to spend more time with her than one could by being just a patient in the waiting room.

And her sense that this was impossible seemed to convey itself to Sara. She saw Laura's glumness immediately.

"Ohhhh . . . you don't have to be so down about it," she said perkily. "You're going to be all right. I promise. Dr. Smedley is 'Painless Pete,' you know. He won't hurt you. He won't let you suffer. Really."

"You can call me Laura if I can call you Sara," Laura said, feeling awkwardly bold, though only for a second.

Sara beamed again. Her eyes were small, but she smiled so easily, squinting them into a tight little mask of mirth, that you really didn't notice.

"You can call me whatever you want, Laura, as long as you call me to dinner," she cracked, cracking herself up at the same time.

Sara nearly doubled over briefly with laughter. Then she straightened up.

"I'm sorry . . . my father always used to make that stupid joke. When you said that, it just reminded me of it."

She crossed her eyes in yet another funny face, then dissolved into brief gales of laughter again. To Laura she was ravishing.

"Tell you what," Laura said, fighting back a blush, "I'll take a rain check since I probably won't feel like dinner tonight."

Still laughing, Sara appeared to realize Laura was serious only slowly. Then she tilted her head, looking at Laura oddly, as if to acknowledge that this remark was unorthodox but not unwelcome. But she was, Laura had begun to realize, irrepressibly upbeat and cheerful. It would take more than an unusual invitation to knock her down.

"I'd like that," she said, warmly. "Maybe after you come in to get the stitches out."

Laura smiled and nodded. It was all she could do not to blush, or to let Sara see that she wanted to kiss her. Laura knew she wanted Sara, but she continued to frame this desire in her own mind as wanting to kiss those incredible thick, sensual lips, kiss them thoroughly, passionately, forever.

The dental procedure turned out to be as lengthy and painful as she had feared, and by the time she left the dentist's office—mouth swollen and throbbing, eyes blurred with pain—she barely had the energy to smile bleakly at Sara, let alone allow her eyes to linger one last time on the woman's infinitely desirable mouth. Clutching her prescriptions desperately, she dropped by the pharmacist on her way home. Amoxicillin, for infection, and Tylenol with codeine #4, the strongest kind.

What, no Vicodin? Laura thought wryly. I though Sara said the drugs would be really potent? God, she is a lovely creature. I usually don't go much for the perky type, but she is so sweet. Maybe that's why I feel like kissing her instead of fucking her. Of course, I wouldn't mind doing that either. Would I. Oh, the pain. I have to get upstairs and take some of this stuff and go to bed.

She was focusing so intently on her pain that barely noticed her neighbor Mr. Gibson, Shontay's father, as he got off the elevator. But Mr. Gibson noticed her. Instead of his usual half-bored, neighborly nod, his face froze into a rictus of semi-horror and fascination, as if for the first time he understood that Laura was actually a space alien concealed in the body of a normal young woman.

Laura looked up at the last second, before the door began to slide shut, and saw him still looking at her. Oh god, he heard us! she quickly realized, remembering her night before with Dawn. They must've heard us! Oh god!

She gave him a wan smile just as the door closed, then rode up in the elevator, feeling now completely numb except for the throbbing in her mouth. She was mortified by the realization that the Gibsons had finally overheard one of her more boisterous sexual episodes, but right now, frankly, her own physical pain took precedence over everything.

She changed into a bathrobe, took her medication, brewed a cup of tea, and sat on the sofa feeling sorry for herself. After a while the medicine made her drowsy, and she dozed, wakened later by the phone. She dragged herself groggily over to it.

"Yes?"

"Laura, it's Deshona . . . what the hell is the matter with you, you sound awful?"

"Yep. Dentist. I'm . . . not feeling too good."

"Poor baby. I just finished up a meeting down on the Embarcadero. Thought if you were there I'd just pop by before driving home."

Deshona's voice, even though she was proposing a visit, betrayed no sign of wanting sex. Maybe she realizes how pathetically incapacitated I am, Laura mused. She's really a pretty smart and decent person. She probably just wants to mother me a little.

Laura tested her. "I don't think I'm really up to . . . you know . . ."

"Don't even think of it," Deshona snapped, but softly. "I'm just going to make sure you're all right. I'll be there in about ten minutes. Listen for my ring."

Despite the codeine, Laura felt her heart flutter a little as she hung up the phone. The last time she had seen Deshona had been the time she had spanked her and fist-fucked her in Deshona's bedroom while Taneesha, unknown to them, was eavesdropping in the other room. It had been one of the most exciting sexual experiences of her life, somehow made even more so by the fact that the delicious little sneak, Deshona's niece, had overheard them.

Almost exactly ten minutes later the downstairs bell rang. Laura buzzed her in. At the door, Deshona immediately frowned.

"You look like warmed over shit, my dear," she said brusquely, stepping inside and taking charge of closing and locking the door herself.

Laura giggled softly through her pain. She was so glad to see Deshona, and these words reminded her of the time Deshona had shown up here drunk and fuming at Charles. The following morning Deshona had awoke with a fierce hangover and described her own physical condition in the same way.

On top of that, she looked just gorgeous, even though a little severe and sharply businesslike in her charcoal business suit and expensive peach-colored scarf. Even though Laura had long ago broken through her frosty defenses, she could still detect a little of that frigid, crisp, arrogant demeanor that had so repelled and aroused her at the same time in the beginning.

"You look stunning," she croaked, feeling the pinch in her heart that came from knowing they had not seen one another or shared each other's flesh for too long.

"You look like not even the cat would drag you in," Deshona said.

"Thanks a lot," Laura replied bleakly.

"Oh Laura . . ." Deshona lifted one hand to Laura's hair, brushing it tenderly away from her face. "You know I don't mean that. You are a sight for sore eyes, girl. Come over here and sit down. Can I get you anything? Let me warm up your tea. I can get you a fresh cup. How about an ice pack. Do you have an ice pack?"

Laura shook her head. "Seeing you makes the pain go away."

Deshona's face betrayed emotion that she usually did her best not to reveal. She leaned forward and kissed Laura's forehead.

"Sit down with me?" Laura asked.

Deshona sat on the sofa next to her, the white sofa in front of the window, where Laura had fucked so many thrilling, gorgeous women. Did we ever do it here, on this sofa? she wondered, gazing into Deshona's glittering black eyes. I'm ashamed to say I don't even remember.

"You won't get all overheated if I take off this suit jacket, will you?" Deshona kidded her, slipping out of it. "I've been wearing this god damned monkey suit all day, making nice with prospective clients, until I'm about ready to puke. I wish I could just put on a bathrobe like you and have about three drinks."

Laura smiled at her warmly. "You can," she said softly.

"Oh no," Deshona began shaking her head. "Oh no. You're not getting me into that . . . not when you're in this state. I'm not barging in here to take advantage of you." She winked at Laura. "You do look pretty cute, though, in your pale, stricken, agonized way."

Laura marveled to herself at the way you could know someone's body intimately, you could have explored and made love to it in nearly every way possible, and yet when that same person again sat across from you fully clothed at some later time, you could feel the hot steam beginning to gurgle and expand inside the boiler, and feel the valves weakening, feel the pressure swelling. By just shedding her suit jacket Deshona had reminded Laura of how much she desired the woman's body.

Under it she wore an expensive pale champagne-colored blouse embossed with a filigree pattern—everything Deshona wore was expensive—against which her firm round breasts, so large for a woman of her small frame, pushed out. This in itself was enough to trigger Laura's memory of her body: very petite and fine-boned, large, perfectly round breasts, hard, stubby dark brown nipples, a peerless, shapely back that alone was enough to make Laura quiver with the urge to kiss and stroke it, and a delectable small but high and round ass, with perfect, sculptured cheeks, the very cheeks Laura had blistered with her palm the last time they were together, arousing both her and Deshona to a frenzy.

Deshona lowered her lovely face so that her eyes peered up in mock menace at Laura from under her forehead. "You're looking at my boobs, Laura, even though you're supposed to be in pain."

"Your boobs are great to look at," Laura said, demurely, almost flirting. "I can't help it."

"I'll take you up on that drink," Deshona said, leaning forward slightly and patting Laura's hand. "No . . . don't get up . . . you just tell me where to find it and I'll make my own."

"In the cupboard over the microwave there's a bottle of vodka. There's tonic and soda in the fridge. There's also an open bottle of wine in there, if you'd rather."

In a few minutes, Deshona returned with a vodka and soda. She raised her glass to Laura and drank about a third of it in one gulp. Then she made a face.

"Ooohhhh, I've been waiting all day for that."

They talked idly for half an hour. Laura, feeling a little reckless due to the drugs, asked her about Taneesha. True, she felt a trifle mischievous for asking. Somehow it gave her a perverse pleasure to have slept with both of them and asked them the same question.

"What did you say to her after I left?" Laura asked slyly, almost nonchalantly.

Deshona bristled. She suddenly looked fantastically sexy, her eyes firing up and flashing, her small, curvaceous body tense and coiled, her delicious mouth pursed with barely controlled spite.

"That little cunt, I told her she'd better keep her mouth shut or I'd kill her," she snapped.

Laura nodded quietly, half in wonderment. It was the same thing Taneesha had said, so it must be true.

"You wouldn't really kill her," Laura said softly. "She's your niece."

Deshona softened, then grinned sheepishly. "Maybe not. You only care because you wanted to fuck her. I saw that look in your eyes when you first saw her."

Laura shook her head in protest. "No . . . oh no. Not true."

"Of course it's true," Deshona said curtly, draining the last of her drink.

I did fuck her, darling, Laura thought, trying not to smile. And she was pretty good, too, for an airhead, but not as good as you. Laura began to feel sultry and wondered if it were the drugs or the situation. Her mouth still hurt, but Deshona suddenly looked very appetizing to her, and this interjection of Taneesha into the picture only made Taneesha's sexy aunt seem more alluring.

The pain, however, had begun to return, and Laura realized that her dozing before Deshona's phone call must have lasted a couple of hours. The drugs were beginning to wear off. She felt both weak and shockingly sensual, as if she needed to be taken care of in more than one way, mothered and cosseted certainly, but also caressed and pampered, and ultimately fucked into sweet oblivion by one who she knew could do it.

"How about that bathrobe and those other two drinks?" she smiled at Deshona. "I'm enjoying your company. I think I need to be babied just a little longer."

Deshona shook her head as if trying to clear out the cobwebs. "If I have another drink before eating, I'm going to be flying, girl. You'll never get me out of here."

"Mmmmm, just what I was thinking," Laura hummed softly, squirming in such a way that the robe she was wearing loosened and began to open slightly here and there, falling away from her bare thighs, and gaping at her chest. She had on absolutely nothing under the robe.

Her relationship with Deshona had been very hot, both physically and emotionally, long before the spanking and fisting last time, and Laura knew it was probably impossible for Deshona not to respond to more and more of Laura's naked flesh coming into view.

"You better cover yourself up, Laura," she said, trying to control the sudden rising tempo of her breathing. "You're not in any shape for . . ."

"For what?" Laura smiled.

She reached over and caressed Deshona's smooth brown arm with one forefinger. She could see Deshona's excited black eyes dart to her bare thighs, to the cleavage between her small breasts, now visible where the bathrobe gaped open. Deshona's face broke into a reluctant grin as she realized she had been caught looking.

"Maybe another . . . small . . . drink," she said slowly, swallowing.

Laura wriggled even more, and more obviously this time, moving closer, closing the space between them to only a few inches. She also moved her shoulders so that the bathrobe fell open even further. Her naked breasts were now visible, though still in the shadows made by the lapels of the robe. Deshona glanced down at them.

"Maybe you should wait until you eat something," Laura purred.

"Laura . . . you are a worse lecher than any man I've ever known," Deshona breathed. "You're supposed to be suffering."

"I am suffering." Laura batted her eyelashes playfully, speaking in a husky, suggestive tone. "I need you to fuck me to end my suffering."

Deshona laughed softly. "You certainly make an offer that's hard to refuse." She tilted her head slightly, as if truth were dawning on her for the first time. "But then, you did that from the very start. How can I ever resist you?"

"I was hoping you'd see it that way."

Laura reached down and took Deshona's free hand, the one that was not clutching her glass, and brought it up to the gap in the lapels of her robe. She guided it between them and placed it directly onto one of her naked breasts. Obligingly, Deshona squeezed the firm, warm round ball gently.

Laura gazed into her eyes dreamily. "I can't kiss you," she whispered. "I can't suck you or lick you. But I can do everything else."

Deshona, as if drawn forward by an invisible magnet, brushed her lips across Laura's forehead, her cheeks, her nose, squeezing her breast more urgently. "Everything else will be just fine," she whispered back.

Unable to kiss her, Laura brushed her own lips suggestively across Deshona's, her eyes pulsing heatedly.

"Come with me," she whispered.

Deshona set her glass down on the coffee table and slowly followed Laura into the bedroom. Laura drew down the bedcovers and sat on the edge of the mattress, fascinated to watch Deshona undress. She could feel the sexual heat rising like a hot wave of steam through her body. For a moment she almost forgot that her mouth was beginning to throb like the holy blazes.

Deshona was undressing nonchalantly, almost as if she were doing it in private, unhooking the wide belt that enclosed her tiny waist, then unbuttoning the expensive embossed silk blouse button by button, looking up finally to see Laura watching.

"Wha . . . ? You're making me feel like a stripper, Laura."

"Most strippers would die to have a body like yours."

"You say that to all the girls, don't you."

Deshona acted briefly embarrassed, but Laura could see that she was actually pleased. She began to disrobe a little more skillfully now, almost flirting with Laura as she unfastened the last button of her blouse, moving her body in such a way that the loose fabric fell apart to reveal her black lace bra, which dove in the center between her two large, luscious round breasts.

Deshona, like Laura, nearly always wore the sexiest underwear imaginable, and Laura by now was actually squirming as she watched the blouse come off, and the skirt, until Deshona stood before her in bra and panties only.

"Your turn," she smiled at Laura.

"I don't have anything on but this."

Laura's bathrobe, having nearly come completely undone in the other room, was loosely draped around her, gaping open, the sash trailing and almost untied. Instead of removing it, she realized that merely doing anything would gradually open it to the point where it would slip off almost by itself. She stood up and walked toward the drawer where she kept the strap-ons.

She took out the one she, Kim, and Randi had used just last week and brought it back over to the bed, snapping the thick, ridged dildo into the place on the harness as she walked. She didn't look up into Deshona's eyes until it was firmly attached. Deshona looked at it in astonishment, mouth open.

Maybe I should stick it in her mouth, Laura thought, feeling a momentary pang of jealousy, which stirred up all the feelings they had shared during the spanking. She probably lets Charles shove his huge dong between those lovely lips whenever he wants to.

But she realized that Deshona was now looking past the strap-on dildo at Laura's body, which was more visible now that the robe had fallen completely open. She glanced up at Laura, her eyes smoking, deadly serious.

"You really do want me to fuck you, don't you," she murmured.

Instead of answering, Laura raised the dildo, nestling the bulbous head of it in the deep cleavage made between Deshona's marvelous breasts by the dip in her sexy bra. Deshona's eyes dropped to it, and Laura moved the bulb suggestively up and down in the tight little valley. With a sexy little smirk, Deshona reached behind her back with both hands and unfastened the bra. She shrugged her shoulders, and it collapsed around the shaft of the dildo as the straps slid off her arms. The head of the dildo was still lodged between her naked breasts.

Laura wanted to kiss her desperately. She ached to do it. She wanted to fuck, certainly, and she knew they would fuck, but right now, even though her mouth throbbed and burned, she wanted to ravish Deshona's mouth with it and mash their naked breasts together. Sometimes there was no substitute for kissing, no other way to express the deep longing you had for another, no other way to make her feel the flame of your feelings.

Deshona seemed to sense this yearning of Laura's and took charge, jarring Laura out of her hypnotic state, plucking her limp bra off the dildo and tossing it over onto her other clothes, which she had neatly piled on the chair. She slid her black lace panties down her legs and kicked them free, her large round breasts bobbing and swaying but not really jiggling since they were so firm. The hard, jutting, stubby bullets of Deshona's dark brown nipples also drew Laura's mouth, and it was near-torture not to be able to suck them.

But Deshona realized what was happening and quickly took charge. Gently but firmly she took the strap-on out of Laura's hand, examining the harness.

"Show me how to get into this thing," she said softly.

A half-smile passed across Laura's face. She showed her the two loops.

"Legs through here . . . pull it up . . . et voilà."

Deshona smirked in embarrassment as she pulled on the harness, watching the obscene shaft bobbing awkwardly in front of her until it was firmly in place. Laura, on the other hand, was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of her body as she watched each movement. No wonder I wanted her from the start, she realized.

Deshona was petite, fine-boned, but very shapely for a small woman; she was not skinny or tiny, like Tiffany. She was nearly as short as Sara, the receptionist in the dentist's office today, whom Laura had been all a-flutter over. Maybe a few inches taller, perhaps five three. Randi, in fact, who despised Deshona, called her That Dwarf.

But Deshona's naked body was enough to make Laura quiver with desire. She had short but very shapely legs, a very small waist, and almost perfectly spherical breasts with not a trace of sag, capped by unusual dark brown nipples, flat areolas with jagged edges, and thick, hard rivets in the center. She had a peerless back and a pussy so exquisitely formed that Laura often pictured it in her dreams long after they had shared a bed.

She was also, in contrast with Dawn, with whom Laura had shared this very bed the night before, not very dark. Her skin color was a rich café-au-lait with a subtle sheen to it that made Laura die to stroke it and kiss it.

"I'm a total fool for your body," Laura murmured, sitting on the edge of the bed again and taking Deshona's hand, drawing her closer. "I want to touch it and kiss it everywhere."

She raised her hands to both of Deshona's round, incredibly firm breasts, cupping them worshipfully in her palms. But the protruding dildo came between them, bobbing, poking Laura in her own breasts, awkwardly preventing their caresses. They both looked down at it and giggled.

"You know, guys can make it stand up higher than this," Deshona laughed softly.

Laura did a fake pout. "I guess I'm not attractive enough to you."

"Mmmm, that's where you're wrong," Deshona purred, watching Laura's hands on her breasts, then gently guiding her back further onto the bed, climbing onto it with her. "I want you to lie face down," she murmured. "I'm going to give you a back rub."

Laura smiled and stretched out obediently on her stomach. She had forgotten the hot, insistent throbbing inside her mouth, and her jaw, filled instead with sexual excitement and anticipation.

"Only a back rub?" she asked slyly.

"Mmmm . . . you'll have to wait and see."

Deshona was very patient. Laura remembered how the last time they had fucked, down at Deshona's expensive house in Burlingame, they had been so hungry for one another that first they had fallen to the floor in the living room and screwed in a hot frenzy, then adjourned to the bedroom for the spanking-fisting orgy that Taneesha had overheard. This time, however, was completely different, and they seemed to have an infinite amount of time stretching before them.

Dreamily Laura submitted to the most ingenious and tender caresses she had ever felt from Deshona, who began by gently massaging the flesh of her back from the nape of her neck to her sacrum, then back up again. It was such a sweet and blissful feeling to be stroked and caressed like this that she was almost tempted to fall asleep until she felt Deshona's lips now joining her fingers, exploring the small curvature under Laura's shoulderblades, then tenderly kissing the backs of her shoulders.

Also, by this time she could feel the strangely alien hard rubberized plastic (or whatever it was) of the strap-on dildo skimming across her buns or the backs of her thighs as Deshona leaned forward over her back. The sensations it caused were comic, but somehow sexually suggestive too, since this was an organ of pleasure, a fake one, of course, but certainly capable, she now knew, of causing the most intense ecstasies.

Now Deshona leaned forward even further, letting her hard, round breasts skim along Laura's naked back, which was so sensitive that she could actually feel the thick little berries of Deshona's hard nipples sliding across her skin.

"Ohhhnnnnn . . ." Laura moaned softly, lifting her head just slightly to look back over her shoulder at Deshona, whose eyes were shining with love. "God, that feels so good."

"Mmmmm, you like that? You like Mama's big titties against your back?" Deshona whispered tantalizingly.

Laura laughed briefly, sunk in a languid warm bath of sensual pleasure. "I like them anywhere on my body . . . everywhere on my body," she panted, feeling her sexual needs suddenly become transparent.

Deshona leaned down even further, bringing her mouth close to Laura's ear, spreading the thick chestnut hair aside so that she could slip her tongue into it. Laura could feel a warm stream of Deshona's breath flowing into her ear and, almost miraculously, spreading from there throughout her whole body in a wave of unbelievable sexual warmth. She sighed softly and squirmed under Deshona.

"Maybe you'd like to feel Mama's big hard cock in your pretty little pink pussy too," Deshona whispered.

Laura smiled, shivering as Deshona's tongue sent hot arrows of excitement spraying through her flesh. "Yes . . . I would . . . it's all gooey down there for you."

"Mmmm, I can see that," Deshona murmured, slipping two fingers down below Laura's ass cheeks and letting the tips of them graze Laura's warm, slimy vulva. "You're ready for me to give you the works, darling. I never got to fuck anybody like this before."

Again Laura lifted her head briefly and grinned at Deshona over her shoulder. "There's a first time for everything. Just be gentle with me, okay?"

Deshona smirked playfully. "This must be the new Laura."

But she was gentle, at least at first. Using the same two fingers to spread Laura's wet, swollen cunt lips, she guided the shaft with her other hand into the open, waiting sleeve of Laura's pussy, pushing it in slowly until it her thighs brushed against Laura's buns. Laura groaned softly as the rigid stalk slid into her, closing her eyes, gnawing her lower lip, feeling deeply and intimately linked somehow to Deshona by this slow and careful penetration.

Mysteriously, even though the strap-on dildo was a fake appendage, she somehow felt as if it were an extension of Deshona's body. Deshona left it embedded deep in Laura's pussy and did not move her hips for several seconds, but Laura could feel the arc of her body poised over her, and feel Deshona's desire about to overflow as she now ran her free hand again over Laura's back and down to her ass, caressing and squeezing Laura's buttocks with a kind of feverish eagerness.

Oh yessssss . . . Laura thought, fuck me honey. Fuck me, I know you want to fuck me. I don't even care if you do it hard, I know you want to do it hard. I have always loved you, even though you can be cold, and aloof, even though you give this sweet body of yours to Charles without even a thought for me, I don't care, I just want you to fuck me, fuck me now. Yes!

"Ungghhh!" Laura groaned as Deshona slowly withdrew the shaft to the edge of her pussy and then pushed it back deep into her.

Now that it was sunk deep in Laura's pussy again, Deshona could lean forward. Again she brushed her round, hard breasts across Laura's naked back, and again she tongued Laura's ear.

"Mmmmm, I like this thing," she whispered, a little hoarse with excitement, her breath quickening. "I like fucking you, Laura. You're very beautiful, do you know that?"

Laura did not respond verbally. But she could feel her body heating up fast. The pain in her mouth became only a distant throbbing, and all other sensation was concentrated in her pussy, in her back where Deshona's hard, stubby nipples drilled into the skin, and in her ear, where Deshona's warm, rapid breath and sexy whispers ignited hotter and hotter fires in the depths of her flesh.

"Ohhhnnnn!" Laura moaned, twisting uncontrollably under Deshona's body.

Deshona's tongue flicked her earlobe. "Oh, you do like that, don't you. You like Mama's big cock."

Laura whimpered and began slowly to gyrate her pelvis, pushing her cunt back into the dildo as Deshona pumped it more vigorously into her. For a minute or so Deshona again sat up right behind Laura, holding the wet shaft with the fingers of one hand and watching intently each time it slid deep into Laura's crammed channel, fucking Laura slowly, intently, carefully, relishing each nuance of feeling and the endless beauty of Laura's naked body writhing and quivering under her slow stroking.

But finally she had to lean forward again, now driving the stalk deeper into Laura's pussy as she again breathed into Laura's ear hotly. "Maybe I should fuck you hard . . . maybe I should fuck you really hard . . ." she panted. "Because you spanked me, Laura. Remember? What if I didn't deserve it after all . . . and you spanked me. Then you deserve to be . . . really . . . fucked hard . . . right? You probably want it . . . right? It'll make you forget the pain in . . . your mouth. Oh . . . Laura, god, you're really getting me hot too!"

Laura was mewling and whooping softly now, feeling the mattress rise and fall under her with each thrust, feeling her pussy flame and tingle with pulsating pleasure each time Deshona drove the thick spike into her, feeling the convex ridges on the surface of the shaft ripple along the wet inner flesh of her cunt on the way in, then scrape her tender insides again causing a continuous, intense, fluttery sensation on the way out, driving her nearly up the wall with need.

And Deshona, she realized, was getting very aroused herself, which Laura knew was understandable. The strap-on was anchored on your pubic bone, and continued gyrating and thrusting stimulated your groin region a lot. If you were as sexually aroused already as they both had been at the start, there was no reason why the wearer might not become almost as excited in the process as the one on the receiving end.

In fact, they were both getting out of control. The pain in Laura's mouth was still there, but it was distant, radiating from afar, as if it belonged to someone else's mouth but was being reflected in her own, while meantime her pussy was being completely impaled and rammed by this increasingly crazed woman behind her, a woman she had loved with a deep longing and mated with in flaming moments of bliss before but somehow never this intensely.

"Aoouunngghh!" Laura gasped, wincing as the dildo stabbed into her cunt, but still uptilting it to Deshona for another thrust, her body reeling and aching but throbbing also with the pangs of a killing climax that could only be seconds away. "Anngghhh! Oh . . . oh yes! Ungghh! Aoouunngghh!"

Almost without realizing how the idea formed in her head, she suddenly felt that this was the moment, the right time. A whole series of things had crystallized at this moment: their deep shared love, their lust for one another, Laura's dental pain, Deshona's playful revenge over the spanking, it all mingled into a compelling urge in Laura's mind, an opportunity and a justification, if she needed one. Her eyes reddened and glazed by crackling sexual need, she looked back over her shoulder at Deshona, marveling at the way her large, round, hard breasts bounced with each forward thrust that sent hot darts of thrilling sensation through Laura's pussy.

"Yes . . . fuck me," she panted back at Deshona. "Ungghh! Desh . . . Deshona . . . pull my hair," she gasped. "I . . . I'm going to come . . . pull my hair . . . with both hands. Pull it hard . . . please?"

Deshona was sunk in a fierce, sultry, relentless rhythm, concentrating hard, her lovely face screwed up into a grimace of sexual dementia and purpose as she forcefully jammed the cock in and out of Laura's flaming pussy. Only out of the corner of this heated sexual mania did she notice Laura's soft, panting plea. She squinted down, breathing hard, plunging forward with her hips, now holding the dildo again with one hand so it wouldn't slip, her large breasts rolling and bouncing again as she stabbed it deep into Laura.

"You're . . . kidding," she gasped.

"Aaanngghh!" Laura gagged, seeing sparks, feeling her skewered pussy throb as the large shaft ripped into her.

The thrust sent Laura forward again, her head into the sheet, but she lifted it, although it seemed to weigh twenty-five pounds, and shook it, looking back briefly, before Deshona slammed her to the sheet again. But again she lifted it, her eyes pleading with Deshona.

"I can come . . . really hard . . . if you do it," she gasped, feeling Deshona pause in her rhythm for a brief moment.

She looked down quizzically at Laura. "You really want me to do that?"

They both were panting, both enveloped in a hot, throbbing fog of sex, and the fact that they could communicate verbally at all was a miracle. Laura quickly nodded.

"Hard," she added. "Pull it really hard."

To encourage Deshona, she began to gyrate her pelvis again, drawing her back into the fucking rhythm they had momentarily interrupted, feeling the long stalk of the strap-on dildo begin to slide in and out of her slippery furrow once more. Now Deshona did not smile but seemed to sink back into her hypnotic trance within seconds, holding Laura's rocking hips steady with her hands, planting the cock deep in Laura's pussy again with each thrust.

Laura felt Deshona's hands move along her hips and up her back as the slow rhythm began to accelerate imperceptibly, until in about a minute they were fucking more rapidly and energetically than they had until now. This is it! Laura realized, again feeling the mattress dip under her each time Deshona impaled her on the ridged shaft. Deshona's hands rose higher. She's going to do it! Oh god! Yes!

Her whole body was stiff and trembling almost uncontrollably on the edge of a cataclysmic release. She could feel tears leaking out the corners of her tightly shut eyes as she felt Deshona's fingers finally reach the lower fringes of her hair, then rise higher, then become entangled in the waves and clumps, tightening, tightening. It was like watching a film in slow motion for Laura as she experienced each minor step, each palpitation, each twinge, as she felt Deshona slowly filling her fists with hair, just as the first wave of a thrilling climax began to melt her insides.

And then it hit.

"Oh . . . YES! Awwonnggg! Ungghhh! Do it NOW!" Laura cried out, feeling a spasm of unbelievable intensity wrench her body.

For the next few almost unendurable seconds she nearly blacked out. A gigantic, hot, fierce pulsing shook her body violently, and she seemed to come back to consciousness in the very center of it, feeling her head yanked backward and upward sharply, feeling the scalding nails of pain in her scalp, feeling her whole torso stretched taut from her throat to her impaled pussy as Deshona with maniacal strength plunged the dildo up into her again and again. And then a blade of flame seemed to slice right through her, followed by shattering implosions inside her belly as she began to come again, her first orgasm interrupted by this wholly stupendous, wrenching firestorm of sexual intensity.

"Unngghhh!" she finally caught her breath enough to gag. "Auungghiimmnngghiieeee!"

She had little idea what was happening to her, what Deshona was actually doing. All she could do was come, groaning, crying out, yelping, gasping and sobbing, then squealing again as Deshona again yanked back her head by the hair fiercely, and buried the cock deep in her tortured, throbbing pussy. She came again, a second, or was it a third time? She didn't know. The orgasms seemed to merge and flow into one long, shuddering, shrieking mass of killing sensation, somehow intensified by her frustrated need to breathe, and the tautness of her stretched body muscles as Deshona held her body arched back in this unusual position.

But finally she could hold Laura up no longer and let her fall forward, trying to make Laura's landing as gentle as possible but clearly exhausted herself, her arms shaking. Laura slumped forward and felt Deshona fall forward too onto her back, her hard round breasts now causing a pleasant sensation against Laura's flesh, which was still quivering from the ordeal of this crushing series of climaxes.

"Ohhnnnnnnn!" Laura moaned, feeling the cock still embedded deep in her pussy, and as hard as ever, not like a man's cock, which usually began to deflate and soften somewhat at this point.

Deshona said nothing, still panting. They must have stayed that way for two full minutes, without moving. Finally, Deshona affectionately nipped the edge of Laura's ear.

"You are one nasty little girl, making me do that," she half-whispered. "I never saw anybody come so hard. It's a wonder you're still alive."

"I won't be if you don't get off me," Laura giggled softly. "You're tiny . . . but heavy."

"I am not," Deshona smirked playfully, now pulling the dildo slowly out of Laura's plundered pussy and rolling to the side. "How dare you say I'm heavy."

She was teasing Laura but looking down at the wet, obscene dildo that still shot up from her groin. She shook her head. Now that they were temporarily satiated—at least Laura was—it seemed a little comical to them.

"You sure know how to use that thing," Laura smiled, tenderly rubbing her vulva with the tips of two fingers. "You rapist." Her eyes twinkled at Deshona.

"Did I do it too hard?"

Laura shook her head. "My mouth hurts a hell of a lot more than my pussy."

"What about your head?"

Laura smiled. "Tingles. Tingles good."

"What about those neighbors you're always worrying about?" Deshona asked, rolling her eyes briefly toward the ceiling. "After all, you really cried out pretty loud."

Laura shrugged. After seeing Mr. Gibson in the elevator today, she had decided that the game was up. What did it matter if they knew she was getting the hot holy shit fucked out of her down here by another beautiful woman? She was still a little troubled that Shontay might somehow find out from them, but they seemed to be a very reserved family, and maybe nothing so risqué ever came up between them.

"I'm moving," she said, surprised to hear the words come out of her own mouth.

Deshona looked suddenly crestfallen, which warmed Laura's heart immensely. "Not far?"

Laura shook her head. "Not far from you, anyway."

That brought back the warm, indescribably sexual smile quickly to Deshona's face. "Get me a towel?"

Laura helped her slip out of the strap-on dildo, and they cleaned it with the towel, Deshona holding, Laura wiping. Laura looked up in the middle of wiping, her eyes lingering on Deshona's lovely mouth, dying to devour it.

"Ah ah ah," Deshona waggled one finger. "You're hurting, right? No mouths."

"I want to kiss you."

"Next time."

Laura, dropping the towel, reached out her hands to Deshona's incredible round breasts. She twisted Deshona's hard, stubby brown nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, watching the flames leap alive in Deshona's black eyes.

"I want to suck these."

"Next . . . time," Deshona half-gasped, clearly wishing Laura could do it too.

Without saying another word, Laura slipped off the edge of the bed and half-stood, maneuvering her legs into the loops of the harness, pulling it up and anchoring it firmly. Deshona watched her intently. Her eyes fell to the shaft, now bobbing gently as it protruded from Laura's groin.

Now a grin broke out on her face. "My turn?"

Laura climbed back on the bed, holding the dildo in one hand. Deshona began to turn onto her stomach, as Laura had been, but Laura touched her wrist and caught her eye. She shook her head.

"I want to look in your eyes," she murmured.

Sometimes Laura could not help it: she needed to communicate in the midst of frantic, inflammatory fucking, she needed to look deep into the eyes of her partner, she needed to see the emotions stirring there, the helpless abandon and surrender, the depthless yearning and the fierce sexual hunger all mixed and mingled together. Also, she would never forget how Deshona had told her that Charles loved to fuck her from behind, rubbing her back, caressing her ass, slowly bringing her up to the finish. Deshona had a beautiful body, a beautiful back and ass, and Laura had done it to her from behind too, but each time her gut curdled to think she was repeating something he did.

"I want to love-fuck you," she whispered.

Solemnly, Deshona nodded. Suddenly very pliant and soft, she settled onto her back with her arms outstretched to Laura. Laura looked down at Deshona's beautiful, gaping pussy for the first time that evening, wanting to let her eyes linger on it forever but sensing Deshona's urgency. It was a beautiful, sculptured mouth, fiery pink inside but with long, wavy, sensual inner lips that again beckoned Laura's lips, her tongue. But instead, she introduced the bulbous head of the dildo into the glistening, wet, inflamed pit and slowly slid it into Deshona all the way.

"Ahnnnnnn!" Deshona moaned, her head falling back, her breasts jutting into the air as she arched her back slightly, feeling the long thick shaft penetrate her pussy.

Her arms almost fell to her sides before Laura could lean forward and nestle herself between them, but then they fell inward, leaving Deshona's fingertips resting on Laura's naked back. Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked up at Laura, whose face was now only inches from hers.

"No . . . kissing," she panted with effort. "But everything else."

"Yes," Laura whispered back solemnly, now slowly moving her hips.

The dildo was sunk so far in Deshona's pussy at the moment that Laura did not need to hold it or guide it, and she did not make long thrusts, only short in and out motions that moved the thick stalk only a few inches each time. They fucked this way for almost a minute, their bodies glued tightly together, barely moving but locked totally in a shared, subtle motion that resulted in a steady crescendo of their desires. Laura looked deep into Deshona's eyes, and Deshona looked back.

"You know," she panted softly to Laura, finally breaking the silence, "I still come pretty slow with him . . . but with you . . . I always feel like I'm going to come in seconds."

They were fucking a little faster now, and Laura knew Deshona was telling the truth. She could see it in Deshona's eyes, in her face, in the mild but uncontrollable grimaces of intense pleasure that suddenly surfaced there at unexpected intervals. She could feel Deshona's fingers spastically clutching the bare flesh of her back, and feel the squirming of her small body under her.

"Mmmmm, you are going to . . ." Laura murmured, unable to resist the impulse to brush her lips over Deshona's smooth cheek.

"No . . . mouths," Deshona giggled softly through her rapid panting. "But . . . everyth . . . oh god unngghhhh! Yessss! Anngghhh!"

"Oh baby, does that feel good?" Laura purred to her, now accelerating the tempo. "Look at me . . . I want to look into your eyes . . . oh, look at me, darling."

With effort, Deshona's eyes fluttered open and again focused on Laura's. Now Laura reached down between them with one hand to hold the dildo better, realizing that their growing gyrations and more frantic pumping might allow it to slip out. Deshona was unable to hold her glance for very long, being overcome by desperate need.

"Oh god . . . oh god, it's so good!" she gasped, now arching her back a little each time Laura pushed the strap-on dildo back into her pussy with an expert forward jerk of her hips. "Ungghhh!"

"I love you . . . I love you," Laura whispered in her ear, fucking her faster, loving the feel of her own naked breasts brushing against and mashing into Deshona's large, firm balls.

"I . . . want you to do that to me," Deshona gasped, incoherently. "Like I did." She dug her fingers into Laura's back and whimpered at an especially deep thrust Laura made. "Awwonnggg! Oh . . . yes!"

"What. What do you want?" Laura panted back. "I'll do anything you want."

Deshona blinked away the sexual fog that clouded her glittering black eyes, still slowly pumping her hips up into Laura's slower thrusts. "Pull my hair . . . like I did for you. I . . . want to come like that."

Her reddened, glazed eyes bored into Laura's, beseeching her, begging her.

Laura, at first, didn't want to, mainly because she didn't want to interrupt the fierce sexual excitement they were both experiencing at this instant by stopping, shifting positions, starting over again. And she really did want to love-fuck Deshona, as she had put it. She wanted to see her face when she came, she wanted to dive deep into her stricken eyes and to feel the girl's helpless cries of ecstasy streaming out of Deshona's mouth into her face.

"You don't want that," she said, trying to brush it off, continuing to fuck the beautiful woman in an even, constant rhythm.

"Yes . . . I do! Please, Laura."

Reluctantly, Laura slipped her hands under Deshona's arms and slid them up to her head, feeling the strands of Deshona's hair slide between her separated fingers, then closing her hands on it. But Deshona shook her head frantically, half-glowering at Laura.

"Like you," she panted, now stopping her body movements entirely, lying limp and unmoving under Laura, gazing up into Laura's face, serious and solemn. "From behind. And hard. I want to come like that too."

Laura could pout a little, but she could not refuse. She had seen Dawn come that way, and Randi, and it had created in her an undeniable craving to feel it too, especially after she had seen how utterly devastated they had been by their orgasms. Why wouldn't Deshona feel that way, after seeing Laura nearly self-destruct?

"Okay," she nodded.

Slowly, she pulled the long, ridged dildo out of Deshona's pussy and sat back a little so Deshona could turn over onto her stomach. She immediately realized that this was not going to deprive her of anything, since she loved Deshona's small, shapely body immoderately and was always hungry to fuck her from whatever angle. She had a beautiful little ass and a marvelously contoured back, smooth and delectably shaped, and this time Laura got to admire the red puckered gash of her festering pussy as she slowly pushed the dildo back into it, watching the wet, shiny, convex ridges on the shaft disappear between Deshona's stretched, slippery wet, glossy black cunt lips.

"Ohnngggg!" she gagged softly as it rode up into her again.

Laura stopped only when her thighs brushed Deshona's smooth, round little buttocks, which she had blistered so aggressively with her palm their last time together. She reached forward and grabbed the strips of muscle between Deshona's shoulders and her neck with her hands, squeezing them, at first lovingly, passionately, then harder, as if to give her a taste of the rough action she had requested.

Deshona responded instantly, burrowing her face into the sheet, gyrating her pelvis back, pushing her cunt up into the plunging dildo, groaning.

"Ohhhh . . . yes!"

God, she really wants it, Laura realized. Deshona was petite and refined, very bright, reserved, aloof, even cold when you first came to know her. She had rejected Laura's subtle advances at first, but only on the very sensible basis that she would simply choose not to go in that direction. Later, when she gave in, it was because she liked Laura, as she had explained, and 'why fight it?'

Their fucking had, over the turbulent months of Deshona's partial return to sleeping with her ex-husband, grown more and more heated, perhaps because of her guilt, and Laura's pain and jealousy. At any rate, Laura had broken through the ice to the fiery core inside. But she wondered if it could heat up any more than this. Deshona was now almost out of control as Laura pumped her from behind, writhing and whimpering, her lovely small body tense and coiled with sexual pressure needing release.

"Tell me when you're going to come," Laura murmured, almost pointlessly, since Deshona was whimpering and breathing too hard to hear her, and Laura knew anyway that she was so familiar with the girl's lovely body that the slightest hint of her orgasm would not pass unnoticed.

For the next two minutes they said nothing to each other, fucking more heatedly, their bodies tenser and more agitated, the bedroom filled with their hot, rapid breathing and uncontrollable moaning. Laura continued to hold onto the flesh between Deshona's neck and shoulders, which gave her enough leverage to repeatedly thrust the strap-on dildo deep into the girl's pussy and pull back and up a little on her torso at the same time, again giving Deshona a taste of the ultimate thrill she sought.

"Ungghh!" Deshona grunted, erupting sometimes in a fine, very arousing whinny of total surrender as she felt the dildo stab deep into her body.

"Oh honey . . ." Laura gasped, now digging her fingers into the silky, resilient flesh of Deshona's peerless back, now running her hand up to the fringes of Deshona's cloud of wavy black hair. "Are you close . . . are you there?"

"Ye . . . yes . . . almost . . ." Deshona gasped for breath, wincing, writhing and whinnying under Laura. "Oh . . . yes . . ."

"Oh, I love to fuck you," Laura breathed, leaning forward, letting her naked breasts mash into Deshona's back, biting the firm strip of flesh next to Deshona's left shoulder that she had been grasping only seconds ago, forgetting for a brief moment the pain it would cause in her mouth but unable to stop herself.

And it did hurt, but the pain suddenly receded into the far distance as the bite itself seemed to send a squirt of lethal sexual fire through Deshona's squirming body. It was just enough to tip her over the edge. Suddenly, Laura could almost feel the girl's contractions in her own body, even though she was only pressed against Deshona's back, as the first shocks of Deshona's climax struck her.

"Anngghhh!" Deshona gagged, shaking violently.

Quickly, terrified of missing her chance, Laura slid her fingers up into the cloud of hair, closed them, and yanked Deshona's head up and back hard. The dildo was already buried deep in the girl's body, and so Laura concentrated all her effort on this, pulling Deshona's small, quivering body back so that for a few seconds her back was arched into a C curve.

She began to gurgle and caw for breath even then, as Laura held her suspended for only a second or two before gently releasing her back to the mattress. But this was enough to release the first flood of a crushing orgasm, which wrenched her small body with amazing force as Laura pulled her head up again, using just as much violence as she dared to bring on a killing torrent of pleasure.

"Ownnggg! Ungghhh! Ohnnnmmgghiiieeee!" Deshona cried out, undulating almost in mid-air, her face slashed by the anguish of an unendurable rapture.

She came in long, repeated waves, her body twitching and straining under Laura, who now released her hair and slumped forward onto her back, kissing it, kissing the backs of her shoulders, pushing aside the hair and kissing the nape of her neck, whispering in her ear, not even moving her hips but letting Deshona herself slide the dildo in and out of her flooding pussy as she continued to churn and buck.

"Oh, come hard, come hard, I love it when you come hard, darling," Laura whispered to her, consumed with the intense love she often felt for Deshona.

It took an ungodly long time for them to ride it out. She had never seen Deshona come this hard, even during their most torrid moments in the past. She did not fall into a semi-swoon, as Jonelle, or even Dawn, occasionally did, but she was still blasted and stunned by the outcome. It took her waning orgasms several minutes to release her flesh, her lungs, her face from the excruciating torment of killing pleasure.

Laura, however, was able to climb off her body sooner than that, extracting the stalk from Deshona's ravished pussy, and then slipping easily, carefully, out of the harness herself. The sheet under them was wet, and she went for a towel. Often, though not always, Deshona actually ejaculated during an especially intense orgasm, and this had been the most intense Laura had ever seen. It was not urine, or at least did not smell like it, so Laura called it love juice, and hurriedly daubed it up with the towel since Deshona, being fastidious, always found it extremely embarrassing.

Finally, she rolled over on her side and blinked, as if awakening from a hundred years' sleep. She saw Laura stowing the wadded up towel.

"You don't have to hide that," she said, with a straight face. "I did it again, didn't I."

Laura didn't answer. She tossed the towel toward the bathroom and slid back across the bed to embrace her. "Kiss me, you fool."

"No mouths," Deshona half-grinned. "I think you forgot. You bit me. Cunt."

"That seems to be all it took," Laura smiled, running a fingertip over the tooth marks she had left in the strip of sweet, dark-mocha-colored flesh above Deshona's shoulder, which were already beginning to fade.

Deshona raised a hand to her head and tenderly massaged her scalp with her fingers. "Good thing I don't see you too often, Laura. Charles is like a motorbike, and you're like a Mack truck."

"I guess I'll have to take that as a compliment."

"How does your mouth feel?"

"Hurts a little . . . after biting you. I'm not sorry, if that's what you mean."

Deshona's eyes went to the ceiling. "Your neighbors are going to be glad you're moving."

"You think they heard us?" Laura said, with mock surprise. "I doubt it. The cops would've been here by now."

Laura was making a joke, but suddenly, in the middle of it, she realized it was true, and she began to feel very uneasy. She had thrown caution to the winds, as they say. After seeing Mr. Gibson's face, she had felt that it now mattered little how many orgiastic screams floated up to their apartment, and so she had indulged herself in abandon with both Dawn and Deshona. But now the embarrassment came creeping back.

Still, she realized that she wanted more of Deshona. The thought of her leaving, now that they had fucked so thrillingly, made a hot ember of fear begin to glow deep in her stomach. You can't leave. We have to just lie here and do it gently. Again.

She drew an arc with her fingertip across Deshona's smooth cheek. "I won't be able to come if I take that medicine. You can stay another hour at least, right?"

Deshona looked over at the clock radio. It was almost eight o'clock. "I can stay until the pain gets so bad that you have to take that pill," she smiled. "But I really think I am going to starve, after that rape, if I don't get something to eat."

She stared pointedly at Laura while uttering the word 'rape'. Laura pouted.

"You asked me to do it."

"Don't ever do it again." Deshona winked. "Unless I ask you, of course."