She had a powerful craving to see Deshona Reed.  She knew it had a lot to do with Makeeda's absence, since Laura and Deshona had once been in love, long before Makeeda had entered the picture, and Laura would not feel as comfortable seeing her if Makeeda were in town.  She wondered a little why this sharp craving, since her fairly persistent lustful needs were being taken care of by Shelley, and by the new darling Allisha, whom she managed to see again the night after their first tryst, and who was amazing in her stamina and exuberant interest in more lesbian fucking.

A little reflection told her that it was this very intensity of her feeling for Makeeda that had made her thoughts and cravings paradoxically drift to Deshona.  She had felt varying degrees of genuine love for a few women before Makeeda; certainly most for Sara; but for Dawn and Deshona a deep emotion nearly as strong.  Her experience with Deshona especially had been such a complicated affair, its very complexity adding to its eroticism since Deshona had been initially cold, businesslike, aloof, and unapproachable.  She had rejected Laura at first.  Laura had been plunged into the deepest despair and longing.

Then, unaccountably, Deshona had capitulated.  'I like you,' she had said to Laura.  I like you.  Who would not feel her heart soar?  I like you too! she had wanted to shout.  I desperately want to fuck with you, but right now I don't even care about that, because I'm so flummoxed that you like me.  You want to kiss me.  Or at least you want to let me kiss you.

They had gone up in flames together countless times since then.  Deshona still had a cold and aloof exterior, but when she was around Laura she became a horny lesbian slut.  It thrilled Laura to see the transformation: this gorgeous, intelligent, self-possessed, even elegant business woman, so well-dressed and almost aristocratic, suddenly quivering inside with the need to rub her naked flesh against Laura's.  Neither of them would ever forget the night Deshona, drunk after a terrible fight with Charles in a restaurant, had dropped by Laura's old apartment, saying that she needed some 'hot lesbian screwing' to help her forget.  Just as Laura was about to oblige her, she passed out and did not revive until morning, whereupon they had nearly eaten each other alive, despite Deshona's roaring hangover headache.  Just remembering it made Laura pant.

Over time the demands of Deshona's career, as well as her initial ambivalence toward her despicable ex-husband, had put a strain on her love affair with Laura that inevitably weakened it.  Laura had met Dawn, and Sara, eventually Makeeda, while still seeing Deshona occasionally.  She wondered if either of them could ever give up the other permanently. 

She sent her an obscure, playful email she was sure only Deshona would understand:

I dream of the melons and The Emperor.  Say hello to Molly and Jill.  Call me.

The following evening her phone rang. 

"I'm in Tucson.  I got your email."  She laughed softly into the phone, waiting for Laura to reply.

"Tucson?  Things must be pretty dull there."

"They're not.  I have a girlfriend who lives here.  She also likes melon."

"You darling, delicious little slut.  I'm dying to bury my face in your sweet honeypot.  When will you be back?

Deshona laughed.  "The way you sound, I should hop the redeye tonight."

"Do they have a redeye from Tucson?" Laura teased. 

"Seriously, I could be back by midday tomorrow.  God, Laura, you don't know how that email got to me."  She lowered her voice to a whisper.  "I got wet just reading it."

"Guess what I'm doing right now?" Laura asked seductively.

"Cut it out, you bitch," Deshona laughed.  "Tormenting me that way.  You'll just drive me back into the arms of Lupe.  Better watch out."

"I'm dying for you," Laura confessed, truthfully.  For the moment she had forgotten all about Makeeda.  There was something about this old, deep friendship and sexual connection that was deeply compelling.  "I'm dying to see you.  It's not just sex."

"A likely story.  Anyway, I thought you were involved."

Laura could not remember if Deshona knew about Makeeda, or was referring to Sara.  Their affection for each other was so firm and deep that she often kidded Laura about her various amours, now clearly having a few of her own to balance them, no longer jealous, as she had once been fiercely of Randi.

"She's out of town for a few days."

"Guess I better hurry back while you still have time for me," Deshona said, a little sharply.

"I'd hate to live in a world where you weren't in it," Laura said softly. 

"My sentiments exactly, darling.  I will call you from the airport.  Maybe you can drive down to my place.  You know, leave a little early from work?  Will that imperious cunt Rhonda let you off?"

"She's in Montreal.  She won't have a word to say about it."

"Okay, darling," Deshona breathed.  "Eat some oysters or something.  Take some vitamins.  I'm going to wear you out."

True to her word, Deshona took the first flight she could get home from Tucson and called Laura at work in the late morning of the following day.  Laura took the afternoon off and drove to Burlingame to Deshona's house in the woods.  Molly, Deshona's small dog, acted like Laura had returned from the dead, wreathing her in a cacophony of affectionate barking and wagging.  Deshona was wearing shorts and a thin red top, since it was a hot day.  She had short but beautifully shaped dark brown legs that Laura had run her lips over hungrily many times in the past and wanted to do again, right now.

"You're looking at me like a man does, Laura," Deshona warned her.  Nevertheless, her black eyes flickered with pleasure and excitement, and her expressive mouth made a small, sensual curl.

"He probably wants to do the same thing I want to do," Laura murmured back as Deshona let her in the front door, and Molly swarmed at her feet.

Neither one of them moved from the door as Deshona closed and locked it with the deadbolt.  They enjoyed this fencing.  "And what would that be?" Deshona asked, with faux solemnity.

Once—it had been another time neither would ever forget, during Deshona's niece Taneesha's visit, when Taneesha had left only moments earlier in Deshona's Mercedes for the mall—they had fallen to the floor in this very spot and fucked in a hot, squealing maelstrom, scattering their clothes everywhere and consuming each other in a scorching frenzy on the oriental rug.  Laura knew they were both wondering if they would do that again, any second.

She saw from Deshona's eyes that she was remembering the same moment.  And yet, having done that in the past seemed to release them from having to do it all over again.  They could take their time.  In fact, it was fun to take their time.  They could tempt one another.  They could flirt.  They could thrust and parry and tease.  They had done it for so long together that it was almost second nature.  They could build the sexual tension until it was almost dangerous before giving in to it and suddenly clawing each other with desperate lust.

Deshona first broke their locked eyes.  She smiled mysteriously and took Laura's hand, drawing her into the house.  "Let's put Molly in a safe place," she murmured.

"Good idea."

Last time, Laura remembered, Molly had been rather traumatized by these two grown human females snuffling and grunting and gasping naked on the floor, the dog's true domain.  She had circled them warily when they were finished, as if wondering what fit of madness had briefly seized them. 

Laura could feel her pussy slowly melting.  She followed Deshona for a few steps.

"You wait here," Deshona said.  "I'll be right back."

"I know the way to the bedroom," Laura flirted aggressively.

Deshona turned, smiled, raising one marvelous eyebrow.  "That's right . . . you do."  She let her smoking black eyes linger on Laura's mouth.  "Meet you there."

Deshona's bedroom was immaculate and severely neat, the bedspread taut, the dresser tops gleaming and clean, the blinds tilted just enough to let a faint spray of sunshine through.  Since she was often away, and also since she could afford it, Deshona had a cleaning woman who kept everything this perfect.  How nice to have money, Laura thought wistfully.  No house cleaning to get in the way of your sex life.

She waited.  Deshona took a little while.  When she finally showed up, she was carrying a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses.  Laura smiled.

"A little early in the day for that," she commented softly.

Deshona shook her head, setting everything down on the bedstand.  "We are celebrating our annual reunion."

"Oh, it hasn't been that long," Laura scoffed.

"Feels like a year," Deshona said, straightening up, hands free.  "Feels like longer."

Laura came into her arms.  "It's so nice to be missed."

"You must've missed me too.  Or you wouldn't have called."

"I didn't call.  I emailed you."

"Same thing."

"If I had called, I might have caught you while you and 'Lupe' were doing the Big Nasty.  Who's Lupe?  Last time we talked, it was Jill."

Deshona smiled mysteriously.  "You're the one who got me into this," she murmured, her eyelids growing heavier as they both succumbed to the sensuality beating in their blood.  "And now you want to know every detail of my sex life away from you?"

"Yes," Laura breathed, brushing her lips against Deshona's.  "Every detail.  It makes me want to fuck you better than they ever could."

Deshona giggled nervously, turning briefly into a charming, shy young girl, embarrassed by Laura's bluntness.  But she quickly recovered.  "You don't have to worry about that," she half-whispered.  "You've already got the trophy in that department.  The others are sweet . . . but you saw how I came running back from Arizona the minute you called.  It's almost embarrassing."

"Oh gosh," Laura joked.  "Now I have to live up to your expectations."

Deshona smiled and broke their embrace gently.  She reached for the champagne bottle.  "No kissing until we have our little toast.  I know all about kissing you.  It's lethal."

Laura watched her wrap a white hand towel around the neck of the bottle and struggle with the cork until it popped.  Wet, frothy champagne gurgled and spurted out of the opened bottle onto the towel.  Both of them could not suppress a laugh.

"God, it reminds me so much of a cock," Deshona said.

"Reminds me of the Emperor . . . excuse me, I mean the Empress," Laura said.  She had whimsically renamed the huge strap-on dildo Deshona had bought.

Deshona smirked as she mopped up the small mess and poured champagne into the two glasses.  "I'm afraid I have bad news about the Empress.  I left him . . . her? . . . back in Baltimore with Jill."

Laura made a long face, playfully.  "Oh dear, we'll have to make do without.  I wonder if we can think of anything else to do."

Deshona gave her a mock frown.  "Anyway, the Emperor doesn't spurt.  Not like this."

Laura leaned her face so close to Deshona's that she could take her full lower lip between her teeth.  Neither one had yet drunk a sip of champagne.  "I'll bet I can make you spurt," Laura breathed again.

This was a not-so-veiled reference to the fact that Deshona frequently, especially when wildly aroused as the result of a hot, frantic fuck, gushed herself, a fact that usually embarrassed her deeply but thrilled Laura.  She seemed to quake inwardly at Laura's words, as if they had physically wrenched her.  For a second her eyes went glassy.

Then she pulled back as Laura released her lip.  "No kidding.  God, how could I live without you," she said in a hushed voice. 

Something Allisha had also said to Laura, who decided not to trot out the same answer, or get too deep about it.  She raised her glass and smiled.  "Here's to the Ice Queen and the match.  I'm the match."

"You sure are," Deshona said with a chastened but also amused expression as she too raised her glass.  "Friends and lovers forever, no matter who we might fall for in between?"

Laura nodded.  How could she refuse such a toast?  They clinked their glasses and drank.  It was expensive champagne, real French champagne.  Deshona always had the best.

Laura drained her glass and put it down next to the bottle.  Deshona had only drunk half.  "You better drink it all," Laura told her.  "It'll go flat before I let you get to it again."

Deshona could not prevent a broad grin from spreading over her face.  "God, I've missed you."

She too drained her glass.  Laura's hands were under her shirt before she even finished setting the empty glass on the bedstand.  Laura ran them up Deshona's peerless back to her bra clasp.  She quickly unfastened it and slid her hands forward and under the bra to cup the round, hard miracles of Deshona's extraordinary breasts.

"Oh god, the melons," she murmured, squeezing them. 

Deshona's eyes never left Laura's but now seemed like glowing embers.  Laura pulled her shirt and her now loose bra up under her chin.  "You better let me take the bedspread down," Deshona murmured as if in a trance.

But Laura was not stopping.  Already she had dropped her head and buried her face in the deep cleavage between Deshona's naked breasts.  They were amazing round globes, so big for a petite woman like her, and phenomenally firm.  Laura remembered how they were so firm that you had to struggle to suck Deshona's nipple completely into your mouth, a struggle she herself always relished and craved.

She cradled them in her palms and began feverishly licking Deshona's wide brown areolas and flicking the rising centers with the tip of her tongue.  Deshona panted and stroked Laura's hair with one hand, very reluctant to stop her.  Laura moved both hands to one luscious brown globe and guided Deshona's nipple into her mouth.  She sucked it hard.

"Mmmnnneee!" Deshona squealed softly.  "God . . . you suck so hard!"

"Oh . . . sorry," Laura gasped, letting the wet, shiny, dark nipple go for an instant before devouring it hungrily again.  "Too hard?"

"Unhhhh!  Oh!  No . . . I guess not too hard.  God, it feels good."

"How about this one?"

"Unh!  Unh!"  Deshona's fingers dug through Laura's thick hair into her scalp.  "Yes, that one too!  Unh!  You know, you're the one who taught me this could feel so good."

"Ummmm.  Does Lupe suck your breasts like this?" Laura asked, now slurping and assaulting them with gathering lust.

"She does now.  After I told her to . . . unhhhhh!  Oh shit!"

"I love your body," Laura panted, ravishing Deshona's naked breasts with hot sucking kisses.

"Ah!" Deshona gasped, wriggling half-free, laughing excitedly.  "Please leave some of it for me.  I need this body."

"I need it too," Laura growled playfully, pulling her down on top of the taut bedspread.

"Let me pull it down . . . let me pull it down," Deshona insisted.  "You're going to wreck my bedspread."

"Oh, okay," Laura relented, reluctantly. 

Together she and Deshona pulled down the bedspread.  Laura was unable to keep her eyes off Deshona's bobbing, swaying naked breasts during this procedure.  Deshona's jutting dark brown nipples were hard and still glossy with Laura's saliva.  As soon as the bedspread and blanket were squared away, they quickly stripped and fell together in a near-desperate embrace on the bare sheet.

"Oh god, this is heaven!" Deshona gasped as Laura again began to devour her smooth naked flesh.  This time she fought back, sucking Laura's neck, squeezing Laura's breasts, running one hand down into Laura's crotch.  "Ooooh honey, you a wet little white girl," she giggled.

Deshona, very refined and self-controlled, never talked 'ebonics' except in the most relaxed and playful of circumstances.  She seemed at the moment almost bubbling over with delight, as well as sexual excitement.

"Wet for you," Laura panted.  "I want a taste of the world's most beautiful pussy."

Deshona smiled but grabbed her before Laura could descend too far down her squirming naked body.  "Hold on there a moment.  You always get your way.  You're very pushy, Laura, did you know that?  I have my needs too."

Laura smiled and stopped her descent.  "And what are those?"

"Plenty of time for tasting," Deshona said in a slightly prim way.  "I want to show you something I've learned . . . that really gets me off.  I'll bet it will get you off too."

"Looking in your eyes gets me off," Laura panted.  "Kiss me first.  You haven't kissed me at all."

Deshona smirked.  "Well . . ." she drawled sexily, "I guess I could go for a little kissing.  You're such a good kisser."

If their first naked embrace was heaven, this was the seventh degree of paradise.  Since they had fucked often in the past and were certainly about to undertake a marathon of fucking in the next few hours, they could take their time kissing, and they did.  Their mouths met slowly in a calm, exploratory reacquaintance.  Their kiss was patient and emotional, but during it Laura could feel every place on her body where Deshona's naked flesh was touching it.  She knew Deshona was feeling the same thing.

They kissed and moved ever so slightly together just to enjoy the feel of their nipples touching, mashing together, their bellies rubbing, their thighs tensing and sliding against each other, their fingertips digging into each other's resilient warm flesh.  Laura had forgotten how well they could kiss, but she was quickly reminded of it as their tongues coiled together and their mouths almost effortlessly curved and blended.  This kiss seemed to take an hour, and neither one was eager to have it cease.

Finally, Laura murmured against her open lips: "Okay, what have you got to show me?"

 "I don't know whether I'm finished kissing you yet," Deshona murmured, her eyelids heavy with sex.  "I might want to kiss you for another hour or so."

"That's okay with me," Laura whispered back.  "But I may just come in the middle of it.  You're getting me so hot."

"Oh good," Deshona snickered.  "Just what we need for our purpose."  She pulled back a little and maneuvered her legs to scissor Laura's in a conventional trib position, with both of them half-sitting, leaning back on their elbows.  "First, we do what you taught me long ago.  Pussies kissing.  I almost die when I feel your pussy kissing mine."

"Mmmm, I remember when you wouldn't even say the word 'pussy,'" Laura flirted.  "You've come a long way, Miss Ice Queen."

"Quiet . . ." Deshona cautioned her, still unable to resist a sexy smirk as she moved her pelvis forward, guiding her crotch into Laura's.  "I want to feel it . . . just when . . . ahhhhhh!  Just then!  Oh god . . . it's heaven when I feel them touch!"

"Unhhhhh!" Laura half-groaned too, feeling her body sag with unbearable happiness too at that precise moment.  "Oh . . . you're right."

She and Deshona had fucked this way many times, and the memory of all those times seemed concentrated into this one infinitesimal moment, stirring their emotions as well as their surging sexual juices.  They began to swirl their groins gently against each other, reaching down with their fingers to splay their wet, swollen cunt lips further, to ensure the broadest intimate contact.

"I . . . love doing . . . this," Deshona panted.  "But it's always a . . . little hard . . . for me to come this way.  It takes . . . a lot longer.  So, I like to start this way but . . . Lupe showed me this."

Her black eyes were glazed with sexual heat as she moved her body a little to the side so that she was straddling Laura's thigh with both of her own.  Of course, in this position Laura's thighs were also clamping Deshona's, and she got the message immediately.  She also instantaneously knew the truth of what Deshona was saying.  This way, rubbing your cunt against the hard thigh muscle of your lover, you could pump harder and come faster. 

God knows, I've done it, Laura thought.  She had done it on Sara's big, beautiful thighs more than once.  And of course the ultimate in that experience had been her repeated 'thigh-rapes' by Ms. Olympia Brandi Pearson's flexing steel thigh, which had crushed and crunched Laura's poor pussy into excruciating, gagging, rupturing orgasms on countless occasions.  Just the memory of these, as well as the frantic crescendo of Deshona's lust as she vigorously rubbed her wet pussy up and down, faster and faster, on Laura's thigh, was enough to bring Laura herself to the brink in under thirty seconds.

Oh god, it's happening too fast! she thought, characteristically never wanting to reach the pinnacle too soon, especially the first time, wanting it to build and swell and expand until neither one could bear the pressure any longer before it shattered them.  On the other hand, Deshona was gasping and grunting and pumping crazily, and Laura did not want to be beaten to the finish line.  She clamped her own thighs tightly on Deshona's and began surging and bucking and pumping furiously herself, feeling the hard muscle of Deshona's shapely thigh slide in the greasy groove of her gaping pussy, feeling her throbbing clit jam into it with each frantic thrust.

"Unh . . . unh . . . unh!" Laura grunted, knowing she was about to come too, feeling her suddenly sweaty body merge with Deshona's squirming, struggling flesh, hearing Deshona's wild whoops and moans in her ears, feeling Deshona's breasts suddenly mashing into hers again as Deshona shifted her body to be face to face with Laura.

"Oh Laura . . . I'm going to come . . . are you?" Deshona asked through her feverish panting, her eyes wild with the sparks of her arriving orgasm.

"God yes!" Laura gasped, feeling her body quiver deep within as the first flames of her climax began to spurt through her.

"Kiss me, honey . . ." Deshona gasped at the last second.

But it was impossible.  In the midst of trying to kiss Laura she began to come and could do nothing but slump forward, twitching and writhing, crying out in a great burst of killing pleasure.

"Unnggghmmnmnngghiiieeee!" she cried out.  "Ohhnnggg god!  Ummngghh!  Auunngghhh!"

Laura was very close behind, only a few seconds, erupting in sharp, volcanic spasms as a huge, wrenching orgasm pummeled her.  "Ohhnnngggg!  Ummnngghh!  Ooohhhmmnnggiiiee!" she wailed, feeling her body flip and almost jackknife under Deshona, her thighs clamping Deshona's in a fierce grip as she pumped her way wildly through a long, exhausting climax.

Both of them were so drained by this sudden and piercing event that they could barely move for a long time.  They lay there, Deshona on top of Laura, still panting and tingling and enjoying every waning sensation of this beautiful moment. 

"I'm sorry . . . I must be crushing you," Deshona finally murmured, raising her head, briefly but very sensually kissing Laura's mouth.

"It's not as if you're very heavy," Laura smiled.  "I love the feel of you on top of me."

"I think my pussy is glued to your leg," Deshona said, with a playful grimace.  "What a way to go through life.  I'll have to introduce you at all my meetings."

Laura played along with a mock serious face.  "Plus, everyone will know that you like girls."  She rubbed her own thigh gently up into Deshona's pussy, then her own pussy against Deshona's hard thigh muscle.  "You know, if we stay here like this we may get another good orgasm or two going in just a few minutes."

Deshona kissed her again.  "Think we should pause and drink some more champagne first."  She disentangled her body from Laura's and rolled off her onto the mattress.  "We don't want to squander all our energies in the first hour.  God, I want to spend days with you." 

She wiped off the shiny cunt juices on her leg and Laura's with the edge of the sheet.  This time, at least, she had not released one of her gushers.

Laura put her fingertip on Deshona's nose.  "Sorry.  I have to be back in the office tomorrow morning at eight sharp.  Clients from London.  We have to get in as much hot lesbian screwing as we can today and tonight, while I'm here."

Deshona nuzzled her neck.  "I don't think that'll be hard," she purred.  "So . . . tell me about your love life."

It turned out that Laura had not seen her since the breakup from Sara and the advent of Makeeda into her life.  She explained it to Deshona in detail.  Deshona smirked at her.

"You will fall in love, won't you.  You can't just have a happy little dalliance.  Or even a long-term deep fuck-angel friendship like ours."

"I was in love with you once," Laura reminded her, almost wistfully.

Deshona continued to smirk, but this time fondly and ruefully both at the same time.  "And I was in love with you.  Still am, a little, if you want to know the truth."

"Me too," Laura smiled warmly.  "But with Makeeda it's different."

Deshona nodded and shrugged.  "I know.  I understand.  She's one lucky woman to have you.  Although if she screams like I do when you fuck her, she won't be singing long.  You'll wreck that treasure of a voice."  She shrugged again.  "As long as I can see you once in a while.  Like this."

"I'm trying to be good," Laura explained.  "Faithful, you know.  But I don't think I could ever turn my back on you."

"Hope not."

"She doesn't scream much," Laura added, caressing her marvelous bare shoulder with two fingers.  "She faints.  Or almost faints.  She has these orgasms that worry me, they're so deep.  Like she almost stops breathing."

Deshona grinned.  "Lucky girl in two ways, then.  She has Laura, and Laura makes her swoon.  No wonder she's in love with you."

"Now your turn," Laura said, wriggling up closer to her, letting one hand fall to Deshona's marvelous breasts, caressing them but not in a sexually aggressive way, more with deep tenderness.  "Tell me about Lupe.  Flashing black eyes and ruby lips, right?  Fiery Mexican temperament.  Spicy hot in bed."

"You aren't too far from the mark," Deshona laughed uncomfortably.  She did not like talking about intimate matters, even when pressed by Laura. 

So Laura backed off.  She sat up and poured each of them another half-flute of champagne.  "Don't want to get you too drunk.  You'll pass out on me again and I'll have to wait until morning."

They clinked their glasses and gave each other a meaningful, scorching, sexual stare.  "Lupe is the daughter of one of my clients," Deshona finally said, softly, reflectively, as if she were reliving their first acquaintance.

"Ooohhh, robbing the cradle, are we?" Laura teased.

Deshona shook her head.  "Actually, she's about our age.  Maybe thirty, thirty-one.  You were right about the last part, though.  She's a firecracker in the sack.  I never met anyone as hot as you until I met Lupe."

"Uh oh," Laura grinned.  "Competition."

"I have to have someone to melt the ice now that you're involved with the singer," Deshona mock-pouted.  "Next thing you know you'll be moving to Canada and getting married to her, knowing the way you are."

Laura set her champagne flute down again on the bed stand.  She carefully took Deshona's and set it there too.  Then she wrestled her down on the mattress and pinched one firm round ass cheek very hard.  The two of them struggled and laughed and played at fighting.

"The way I am!" Laura laughed.  "What do you mean by that?  I'm just what you like.  Just what you crave."

"Owwchh!" Deshona gasped.  Tears had leapt to her eyes, and yet she was smiling and laughing too, wriggling out of Laura's grasp.  "Don't you touch me, you bitch.  Turning your back on me for a mere singer!"  She was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out.

They quickly fell into a kiss that threatened to consume the remainder of the afternoon, a slow, sensual, emotional kiss that had no urgency to it, only deep tenderness and love and simmering passion.  They had already slaked their initial physical needs and could now take the time to express the extraordinary depth of their feeling for one another. 

"You're the one who invited me down here so you could fuck me," Laura finally purred drowsily, stopping their interminable kiss for a brief moment.  "You shouldn't be calling me a bitch.  Unless, of course, you're trying to provoke me into a good . . . pinch . . . or a hard spanking."

Deshona looked at her meaningfully.  Laura had given her a hard spanking once before, in this very bed, followed by a thorough and emotional fisting that had been one of their most intense sexual experiences ever.  Never mind that the presence of Taneesha eavesdropping from the living room rather spoiled the memory for both of them.  It had still be a stirring, unforgettable moment, and Laura could see in Deshona's shiny, sexually swirling black eyes that she was remembering it in detail too.

"Not the spanking . . ." Deshona murmured after a pause.  "But maybe the other . . ."

"What . . . the pinch?" Laura teased her, knowing what she meant but enjoying the banter.

Deshona shook her head slowly, solemnly.  She reached down and grasped one of Laura's arms by the wrist, raising it between them, then running her fingertip along the bumps of Laura's knuckles.  "You have such a beautiful . . . small . . . hand."

"Mmmm, I think you want to get kinky," Laura whispered.

Deshona was dead serious.  "Nobody ever did that to me but you.  Not since then.  Certainly not before.  I was . . . a little horrified at first.  Until I realized how it felt."

"It seems so . . . perverted, but it's really so emotional.  Right?"

Deshona nodded slowly.  "Have you done it with the singer?"

Laura shook her head.  "I'd be afraid she'd think I was twisted or something.  I have to wait a while."

Deshona smirked and squirmed a little.  "Good.  That means I've got something from you she hasn't got."  She leaned forward and kissed Laura's cheek sensually.  "I want you to do it to me.  I'm already wet again just thinking about it."

Laura realized that she was too.  This woman can make me a sopping mess in only a few seconds, she thought.  They kissed again, another interminable one, though this time their hands were busy too, as they had not been during the first interminable kiss.  Laura's hands, as usual, could not stay away  from Deshona's incredibly round breasts.  But soon one found its way down to her crotch.  Deshona parted her thighs to give Laura easier access.

"Oh no," Laura murmured to her, "you're not getting the full treatment yet, not until I can worship the world's most beautiful pussy a little at close range.  I dream of this pussy," she cooed, sliding down Deshona's small but voluptuous body.

"You . . . are a liar," Deshona panted, half-laughing.  "You'll say anything to get your fist inside me, won't you."

"Oh, but I've been invited," Laura grinned.  "I don't have to beg.  I don't have to whine and plead.  I just have to do what comes naturally."

"Or unnaturally," Deshona laughed out loud this time, her eyes rolling up as Laura's lips found her puckered and buttery vulva.  "Ahhnnn!"

Laura had not been lying, or teasing.  She truly believed that Deshona had a most exquisitely beautiful pussy.  Makeeda might astonish one by her physical perfection, and certain others in Laura's experience—Jane, for example, or Charise—had vaginas so beautifully shaped and proportioned that they were nearly the equal of Deshona's.  But only hers had the sculptured, shell-like beauty of a pristine form, parabolic in shape and bright dark pink inside, now all shiny with flowing juices.  She was a copious lubricator, and though her earlier orgasm had not resulted in the gusher she was frequently capable of, it looked to Laura now like she was warming up to one.  The aromatic cunt nectars were glistening and running inside the puckered sleeve of this woman's marvelous love trench.

"Oh god, I love your beautiful pussy," she sighed to Deshona as she ran her tongue all over the black outer lips. 

Another marvelous thing about this gorgeous blossoming crotch flower was that though Deshona was brown, her pussy lips were as black as midnight. This was not always the case.  Arthell, for instance, who was various delightful shades of brown all over her body, also had a dark brown pussy.  Girls like Dawn, who was pitch black herself all over, naturally had a very black pussy.  But Deshona was a fascinating mixture, her pussy black as ebony but the surrounding skin a rich, glowing brown, and Laura luxuriated in kissing and licking all of it.

Deshona, knowing that what she craved was coming eventually, and that there was no rushing Laura when she got into this sexual worship mode, lay back and yielded her body completely, moaning softly as Laura's eager tongue explored each soft fold and crevice of her aroused pussy.  She even caressed Laura's forehead and her hair with her fingertips, watching intently, her head tilted up, as Laura lovingly licked her treasure.

"You do love my pussy . . ." she murmured after a while, as if she were only now beginning to understand Laura's adoration of her body.

By now Laura had slid two fingers into the warm, tight, buttery slit and was moving them slowly in and out as she continued sucking and licking the surrounding flesh.  "I do love it," she panted.  "And I'm going to cram it tighter than it ever was crammed by Charles . . . or the Empress.  I'm going to fill it so full of me that it just shimmers and comes unbelievably."

Deshona was panting, twisting now, whimpering uncontrollably, biting her lower lip, her eyes flashing with fires of sexual need.  "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted.  "You're doing it.  God, how you can make me lose control.  Unhhhhh!"

Now Laura had three fingers in her pussy.  Deshona was so wet and slippery that she knew she could slide her whole hand into it at any time.  It was small and tight, but amazingly slippery and gooey and warm.  The last time they had done this Laura's hand had been inside her before either of them even knew it. 

"Oh yes . . . oh Laura!" Deshona panted, her fingers fluttering around her hard, jutting nipples, then twisting them, her eyes fiery as they implored Laura.

"You want it, don't you," Laura smiled.

Deshona nodded vigorously.  "I want it."

Her hand quickly scrabbled across the sheet to a pillow, which she yanked down behind her head, propping it up so that she could watch every second of Laura's hand going into her body.  Laura bent down and licked her clit passionately before going any farther.  She rotated her three fingers that were already inside Deshona's tight pussy, watching the flames ignite in Deshona's black eyes.

"Ohhhh . . . I'm going to faint!" Deshona gasped.

"Don't faint," Laura soothed her, kissing her thighs, her smooth, palpitating belly.  "Don't faint, you'll miss all the fun.  "I'm about to fuck you into heaven."

"I know," Deshona half-grinned, as if she were pondering the gathering intensity of it.  "You pervert.  You twisted, wonderful, hot, perverted bitch.  Making me die like this.  Making me want it like this."

"Mmmm, maybe you better tell me how much you want it," Laura teased her.  "Maybe you better tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my hand and make you come."

"Oh god!  Unhhh!  Oh shit!"

Deshona was now undulating and gyrating her pelvis into Laura's slowly thrusting hand.  And yet, as aroused as she was, Laura knew she was not going to come yet.  Their previous, thigh-rutting, gluttonous, thrilling fuck had taken care of that.  This climax would take a little longer, and as a consequence when it did arrive it would probably be a shocker. 

Meanwhile, Laura was doing everything she could to make it one.  Still her hand had not totally penetrated Deshona's tight, wet, warm cunt, her beautiful cunt, her paragon of a cunt, but she was rooting rhythmically with three fingers in the outer region, and constantly flicking Deshona's exposed clit with her tongue at the same time.  Deshona's body clenched and quivered, and she gasped and whimpered uncontrollably, and yet Laura knew with some sixth sense that her orgasm was still not here; it was still gathering momentum. 

"Oh . . . oh!" Deshona gasped, her eyes rolling up, her head falling back into the pillow.  "Oh!  Oh god . . . it's so good.  Oh god . . . Laura . . . you're so mean!  Unhh!  Oh!  Unhhh!"

Laura smiled up at her.  "You're so beautiful.  So beautiful to fuck."

Deshona's eyes were now streaked with the sweet delirium of her impending climax.  It wasn't too close, but she knew it was coming, they both did, and her eyes flashed with hot need and the certainty that she would be obliterated by the explosion. 

"Do it . . ." she panted to Laura.  "Do it all.  Please.  Do it all.  Unghhh!"

Laura knew what she meant.  She wanted it all.  She wanted Laura's whole hand to be inside her body.  She wanted to bear down on it as before and feel the pulverizing concussion of a fierce, shattering orgasm.  But as ever Laura enjoyed toying with her, lovingly of course, but deliberately, drawing it out, prolonging the sweet agony, bringing her closer but never close enough.  Deshona had gone through this kind of sweet sexual torture at Laura's hands many times and knew exactly what was happening, but it didn't make her any less desperate.

Soon she began to buck her hips, and bite her full lower lip, and groan in a guttural, half-savage way.  "Unnnn . . . unnngghhh . . . unnnmmnngg!" she groaned, her fingers plucking her erect nipples, her breath ragged and strained.  "Laura . . . oh . . . unnmmnngghhh!"

Even though it was wildly enjoyable to them both to increase the tension this way, Laura knew it couldn't go on forever.  "Yes honey . . . yes honey . . . I'm going to get you there . . . I'm going to fuck you now . . . I'm going to fuck you hard . . . yes honey . . ." Laura purred to her, now flicking Deshona's clit and sucking it too between tongue flicks, while still moving her three fingers, now four, now bunched together with her thumb, in the greasy, expanding furrow of Deshona's throbbing pussy.

Deshona's eyes, streaked by nearly unbearable flashes of lust, caught Laura's and held them, wide with hot anticipation.  They seemed to glow with an other-worldly sexual heat as Laura's hand slowly slipped completely into her pussy, up to the wrist.

"Ooohhmmnnggg!"

"Oh yes, honey, I'm in you . . . I'm completely in you."

For a  few seconds it seemed as if the breath had been totally drained from Deshona's lungs.  She stopped moving too, almost paralyzed by the intense thrill of feeling Laura's hand inside her body.  Both of them froze, in fact, overcome, as Laura knew they would be, by the strange, mystic, intense intimacy of this moment when their two bodies were knitted together as closely as they could be.

Their eyes were locked.  Laura twisted her hand, hardly at all, merely a millimeter in either direction, and watched the sharp twinges of an approaching ecstasy seize Deshona's beautiful face. 

"Ahhnnngggg!  Oh!"  Deshona now gasped, breath returning quickly to her lungs.  "Oh . . . Laura . . ."

Her eyes left Laura's, darting down to the spectacle of Laura's hand completely sunk in her splayed pussy up to the wrist.  Her glossy, wet, black cunt clips were stretched tight around Laura's wrist, her love trench crammed by Laura's fist, her smooth, flat belly palpitating frantically.  She winced as if she could hardly believe it, and yet this fleeting disbelief was quickly replaced by a very real fierce sexual hunger.  Now that Laura's hand was inside of her, she meant to go the for money in a hurry.  She again began gyrating her hips as her eyes drifted back up to Laura's.

"Yes!" she hissed, half-panting, her large round breasts swirling as her body moved, her pelvis bucking up into Laura's hand.  "Do it.  Yes!  Ungghhh!  Do it.  Oh, yes!"

Laura knew that Deshona's impending orgasm was not far away now.  They both knew it.  There was no longer any sense in drawing things out.  Let her come, Laura thought.  She's going to explode.  Let her come.  God, she's beautiful like this.

She bent her head and again brought her lips close to Deshona's exposed, shiny pink clit, lashing it with her tongue, then sucking as she increased the movement of her hand in and out of Deshona's very tight but very wet cunt.  By now Deshona was whimpering and pumping frantically.

"Unh!  Ohnnnggg!  Unh!  Oh fuck!"

Laura had to smile, though she was in the midst of passionately sucking Deshona's beautiful, crammed pussy.  She had not heard anyone exclaim "Fuck!" like that since Arthell, who was fond of saying it about every other word when she was aroused. 

"Oh, are we getting smutty now?" she teased, again sucking Deshona's sensitive clit while hand-fucking her more and more rapidly and vigorously. 

"Unghhh!  Ohnnggg!  Ungghh!  Ahhnngg!"

Deshona's groans became louder and more tortured.  Her small body jounced and flexed as she writhed and pushed her hips up into Laura's thrusts.  She began bearing down with her pubic bone on Laura's wrist, which Laura remembered her doing the first time they had done this, especially right before she was going to come.

"Oh . . . is it here, baby . . . is it here?" she panted, twisting her hand, plunging it not too hard but in deep. 

"Yes!" Deshona gasped, her eyes rolling up.  "Oh yes!  Ungghhhh!  Oh god!"

Suddenly, they both became rougher.  Deshona was striving to come, panting and mewling and gyrating madly, and Laura was striving to help her get there, swarming over her and probing her body and savaging her clit with her mouth and tongue, also squeezing one of Dehona's rolling round breasts with her free hand.  They were a hot maelstrom of struggling flesh, gasping and moaning and surging together, the bed rocking gently under them as if to accentuate their rising frenzy.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Deshona suddenly cried out, her lovely small body stiffening, then shuddering, all in the space of a couple of seconds. 

And then she was coming in an enveloping fury of spasms that wrenched and wracked her convulsing body. 

"Auungghhh!  Oh god, yes!  Auunngghhmmnnnggg!" she groaned, arching her back, her pelvis shaking wildly, with Laura's arm still protruding out of her clenching pussy.

Her eyelids fluttered open long enough for her eyes to catch Laura's, blazing with the fire of her sexual obliteration before her eyelids fell again, and her body twitched into another brief fury of sharp ecstasy.  Laura counted at least three wrenching, shattering convulsions before Deshona's body finally fell back limp to the mattress.  She could almost feel Deshona's pussy muscles loosening around her wrist, releasing her, a pussy satiated and crushed by a pleasure so intense that Deshona was still panting and trying to release herself from it.

Laura did not remove her hand right away.  She figured the intensity would have to wane, and she patiently caressed Deshona's flesh while she waited, enjoying the trembling, exhausted aftermath almost as much as the fierce climax itself.  She kissed Deshona's smooth, faintly sweaty stomach all the way up to her marvelous round breasts, which she licked and kissed tenderly.

Finally, she whispered.  "Should I take it out now?"

"No.  Leave it in another moment.  God, it's the purest heaven."

They remained almost stationary for another three or four minutes.  Then Deshona stirred.  She blinked at Laura and smiled a blasted sort of smile that Laura had seen before. 

"Take it out slowly," she said, slightly hoarse.  "I want to feel every second of it leaving the way I felt it going in."

Laura did as asked.  Her hand was very wet.  Deshona dipped off the bed and scrambled to the bathroom for a towel, which she flung at Laura with a grin as she returned. 

"I think this time instead of making a mess on the sheet I made one on your hand instead."

Laura cleaned herself.  "I've never seen you come any harder than that," she murmured, throwing the towel on the floor and holding out her arms. 

"I guess it'll have to hold me until you have a fight with the singer," Deshona pouted, coming into them.

"You could teach Jill . . . or Lupe . . . how to do it."

"Jill, maybe.  Lupe, you wouldn't believe this, but she's kind of straitlaced."  Her black eyes flickered with mischief.  "Kind of like it that way, though.  It's part of her charm.  I can corrupt her, using all the perversions you've taught me."

Laura pinched her, and they wrestled affectionately. 

"And now," Deshona said, sitting up, "we're going into the dining room to share an ice cream sundae and drink champagne while we're naked . . . and then I'm bringing you back in here to fuck your brains loose."

Laura laughed out loud.  "The way you talk.  I love it.  I remember when you wouldn't even smile at me."

Deshona kissed her neck and pushed her marvelous hard round breasts into Laura's.  "That was before you touched me deep, you incredible woman you.  I can never thank you enough."

Laura pecked her on the nose.  "I know you'll find a way.  After the ice cream and champagne."

Deshona stood beside the bed and took Laura's hand, pulling her along.  "I'm sure going to do my best."