[Bonnie]

 

 

Nyomi had got Laura's little 'fuck bunny,' as she called her, a job in the Redevelopment Agency, and Bonnie was quickly transformed from a simple sandwich shop girl into a crisply dressed and diligently hard-working office girl almost in a flash, before Laura's eyes.  It was all very hard to believe.

First, Bonnie was no longer there when Laura dropped by the sandwich shop in the alley behind her building.  This caused deep, alarming heart pangs.  What have I done!  Everybody will be fucking that lovely darling!  She'll have no time for me!

Second, when she did meet Bonnie for lunch, she was happily taken aback by her altered appearance, almost entirely due to a change of wardrobe.  No longer was Bonnie attired in a blue golf shirt and jeans.  She wore a sharp, immaculate white shirt and tailored navy blue skirt, and a tasteful scarf; she looked amazingly fetching, but also office-perfect.

"Your friend Nyomi took me shopping," she confessed to Laura.  "She said I had to be dressed a little better and she would help.  Even loaned me the money."

Laura blushed slightly and looked away briefly to control her expression.  "She's a wonderful person, isn't she.  What a thing to do."  And she meant it.  She was astonished and pleased to hear of Nyomi's generosity.

They were sitting in a small café near City Hall.  Bonnie took a sip of her lemonade. 

"You and she . . . you know . . . do it.  Right?"  Her dark eyes flickered with what seemed to Laura a hint of jealousy as well as knowing amusement, as if to say: I know you do, no use denying it.

Laura smiled primly.  It was impossible not to let her schoolmarmish nature surface at moments like this.  "Of course we don't.  We're . . . just friends."

Bonnie almost exploded with laughter, nearly spraying Laura with lemonade but covering her mouth at the last instant.  Even so, droplets dribbled out between her fingers.  Her eyes danced with wicked hilarity. 

"You big liar!" she giggled.  "You don't have to lie to me.  I know you do it with her."

"Shhhh!" Laura cautioned, looking around.  "I said that to protect her . . . not me.  She works for the Mayor.  Maybe she doesn't want it known."

"Oh."  Bonnie calmed down and immediately banished the smile from her face.  "Right.  I forgot.  You're probably right.  Sorry."

Even though she was a little miffed with Bonnie for bringing it up, the whole episode, spraying lemonade and all, and Bonnie's laughter and cute accusations, made her fiercely desirable to Laura at that moment.  Her lovely high cheekbones and the silky darkness of her skin emphasized by the crisp white cloth of her blouse made Laura's pussy tingle.  God, I want her!  I forgot how absolutely fetching she is.

"You need a ride home tonight?" Laura offered.  "I could cruise by here and pick you up."

"You drive today?  I thought you usually took BART."

"I had a meeting in Mountain View.  Had to drive."

Bonnie's dark eyes twinkled again.  "I know what you want."

Laura grinned at her. "Can you blame me?  Look at yourself.  The new Bonnie.  I'm surprised the guys and gals aren't beating down your door for dates."

"Oh, I had a few showing some interest," Bonnie said airily, tossing her head with almost coquettish pride.  "Mostly guys.  Mostly looking at my ass.  Like you do."

"I saw them," Laura said, truthfully.  On their way to this café for lunch, she had seen several men turn to look at Bonnie's world class posterior with admiration and hunger.

She could also detect a flicker of sexual interest in Bonnie's eyes.  Bonnie loved fucking with Laura, and loved Laura hungering after her phenomenal ass.  "I guess I could use a ride," she said, with feigned disinterest, as if she would accept a ride only if she couldn't find anything better to do.

"I'll pick you up at five forty-five," Laura said decisively.

Bonnie frowned.  "I get off at five.  What am I supposed to do till then?"

Laura leaned across the small table and whispered, excited to bring her nose close enough to Bonnie's face so that she could inhale her thrilling fresh sexual odor.  "Sit on the steps and think off all the things I'm going to do to your beautiful body."

Bonnie dissolved into giggles, so pleased she could clearly not contain it.  Of all the girls Laura had wooed, Bonnie was, maybe along with Ada, the most likely to 'blush' at times like this.  "God, I can really do that!" she laughed.

And when Laura pulled up in front of the Redevelopment Agency building promptly at five forty-five, Bonnie was indeed sitting on the steps with her arms hugging her shins, looking for all the world like a school girl in her white sneakers, though without the plaid skirt, wearing the tailored, business-style one Nyomi had picked out for her instead.  She does look young sometimes, Laura thought, waving and leaning across to open the passenger side door, knowing however that Bonnie was actually twenty-four.  But she did look good enough to eat, at whatever age.  My little fuck bunny, Laura thought happily.  Am I ever going to fuck your cute bunny ears off.

Though Bonnie actually had pretty little well-shaped ears, very black, a little shiny, peaking out from beneath her short hair.  Laura wanted to lean over and plunge her tongue into the closest one but didn't dare since they were in public. 

Bonnie smiled a secretive, self-satisfied smile as Laura maneuvered in traffic toward the nearest Bay Bridge on-ramp.  "Took your advice," she said.  "I sat there and thought about all the things you gonna do to me."

It had been three days since Laura's little adventure with Carmela and Stacy, and she nearly frothed over with lust at the sound of these words.  She gripped the steering wheel hard, but playfully.  "Hold on, girl, you're going to make me lose control.  Don't tell me any more until we get there.  I'll faint with desire."

Bonnie giggled.  "You are funny."  After a minute, she added, "You make me feel good, Laura.  Nobody ever wanted me as much as you do."

"Impossible," Laura said flatly.  "You just didn't know it.  Those high Choctaw cheekbones are enough to cause freeway pileups.  And that thing you're sitting on makes people whimper when you walk by."

Bonnie merely grinned with happiness and didn't reply.  There was a long, slow traffic jam on the bottom deck of the Bay Bridge, and during the interminable crawl Laura had plenty of opportunity to look at Bonnie.

"You looking at me like I'm candy, Laura," Bonnie grinned.

"Or red meat to a hungry tiger," Laura teased, caressing Bonnie's shiny black kneecap with the fingertips of her right hand.  "Tell me about your new job.  To get my mind off it."

"What if I don't want to get your mind off it?" Bonnie flirted.  "Maybe I like it when you want to screw me so bad.  Like I say, you're worse than a man."

"I love your skin," Laura confessed, though it was nothing new to Bonnie.  She caressed the smooth, glossy skin of Bonnie's thigh above her kneecap, just up to the point where the hem of Bonnie's skirt stopped her fingers. 

"You sure like black girls, don't you," Bonnie said, but cheerfully, not reproachfully.  "Why's that?"

"I like you," Laura said, a little forcefully, as she often did to turn aside this observation.

"And you like Nyomi.  And your wife is black, ain't she?"

Laura nodded. 

"That makes three of us."

"Just a roll of the dice," Laura said softly.  "Lucky three.  All three enchanting."

"You like their black skin too?"

Laura grinned and playfully pinched the flesh of her thigh, where she was caressing it.  "You're getting personal."

Bonnie giggled.  "We're gonna be in bed in about twenty minutes.  How personal is that?"

Laura grimaced.  "It may not be twenty minutes, the way this traffic is moving.  Or not moving."

Bonnie was silent for another few minutes.  Then she spoke softly, almost apologetically.  "I don't care, you know."

"Don't care about what?"

"If you like other black chicks.  I ain't ever been with any white chick but you, but you know how I like to look at our bodies together."

It was true.  Bonnie had even pulled her large old combination bureau-dressing table that she had obviously got from the Salvation Army, with its tilting oval mirror, over within range of her Murphy bed so that she could watch them fucking while in progress.  It was a very touching gesture, and Laura found that she liked watching their bodies coiled together too, out of the corner of her eye, when not too busy groaning and shuddering.

"What I mean is . . ." Bonnie began again, but Laura stopped her.

"I know what you mean," she grinned.  "You mean I better watch out for the white girls instead of the black ones."

Bonnie giggled again.

"Now, tell me about your job.  I want to know."

Bonnie gave a short narration of her daily duties.  She liked her supervisor (male; fifties; white) but was wary of her head clerk (female; Hispanic; early forties and mean), and had already attracted some male attention from married and unmarried guys of several ethnic backgrounds.  "One already asked me out," she said, proudly.

"And did you accept?"

"He's married.  Got a big old gold ring on his hand.  Thinks a little black pussy on the side would be fun."

God, he sounds like me! Laura suddenly thought, guiltily.  The traffic finally picked up, and she realized they would get there after all.

"So . . . tell me what it's like to fuck with Nyomi," Bonnie said out of the blue, as they navigated the MacArthur Maze and headed for the Lake Merritt area where Bonnie's small apartment was located.  "She's beautiful.  She don't look any more like a lesbo than you do."

Laura pursed her lips.  "You're one too, you know," she said.  "You sleep with me."

Bonnie grinned widely.  "Only we don't get no sleeping done."  Then she grew solemn.  "Sorry I said that.  I don't know what they're supposed to look like."

They parked and went up to her apartment.  "I'm still interested, though," Bonnie persisted.  "I'd like to know what it's like.  She's so different from me."

Now that they were not in public any longer, Laura could give in to her strongest impulses.  She grabbed Bonnie and pulled her close and kissed her ravenously.  Bonnie kissed back.  She was panting mildly when Laura pulled away.

"That's okay, you can tell me later," she laughed.  "I think we got other business first."

"I haven't touched you for so long . . . you set me on fire," Laura panted back, kissing Bonnie's shapely neck.

"Ooohhhh . . . that tickles," Bonnie gasped, squirming away.  "Let me use the bathroom and then you can do all those things to me you were promising."

While Bonnie was in the bathroom, Laura, who had some practice from previous occasions, let down the Murphy bed, and pulled back the bedcovers, exposing the sheet.  She caught her own eye in Bonnie's tilting oval mirror, which was positioned precisely to pickup activities on the bed.  You revolting little roué, she told herself.  Despoiling this poor sweet girl's virtue.

When Bonnie emerged from the bathroom, she was carrying her blouse and skirt, wearing only her underwear: simple white bra, simple white cotton underpants.  She wiggled her breathtaking bottom at Laura.  "This what you were waiting for?"

Laura was already unbuttoning and unzipping her own clothes as she watched Bonnie cross the room.  Her mind flitted back to the days when she had bought her lunchtime sandwiches from this marvelous girl, feeling her heart flutter and her pussy pulse as Bonnie's fingertips lingered in her palm while making change, thinking it was a gesture meant only for her, Laura, until she gulped to see Bonnie doing it with everyone.  It was not a sexual sign after all, just a byproduct of Bonnie's extraordinary sweet nature and friendliness.

"God, I wanted you from the start," she confessed, now down to her underwear too.  "You are a vision."

Bonnie deposited her clothes on a chair and came over to Laura.  "You just horny, that's all."

They embraced by the bed, Laura peeking over Bonnie's shoulder at their image in the oval mirror, watching her pale hands running all over Bonnie's dark, smooth back, impeded only by the thin straps of Bonnie's bra.  "I am so going to fuck you and make you scream with joy," she murmured, finally getting the chance to slither her tongue deep into Bonnie's enchanting black ear.  "I want to eat you alive."

Bonnie shivered and laughed.  Being a little shorter than Laura, she tilted her face up and pulled Laura's face down to it with one hand behind Laura's head, kissing her ardently.  "You can fuck me as much as you want," she said into Laura's teeth.

Laura kissed her back, a searing, scorching kiss, plunging both hands under the elastic band of Bonnie's underpants at the same time and clutching the firm round balls of her incredible ass.  "I want to fuck you all night," she breathed into Bonnie's ear.

Again Bonnie giggled.  "People always say they want to do that," she pulled Laura closer to the bed.   "Nobody can do it all night.  We'll get pretty tired first."

Laura got Bonnie's bra unclasped and pulled it off, cupping and squeezing the girl's marvelous springy young breasts.  "Not me.  I can keep going forever with someone like you.  You make me so horny.  I want to . . ."

Bonnie forced Laura around so that she too could unclasp Laura's bra.  "I know what you want to do.  You told me.  You want to eat me alive."

Laura snarled and bit her smooth neck lightly, pinching her incredible bottom at the same time.  "Right.  I do.  And I'm going to.  Take these off."

She pulled Bonnie's panties down around her knees.  Now both laughing, they tumbled happily onto the bed and helped each other get completely naked.  Then they embraced for a long, sensual kiss, suppressing the sexual urgency they both felt in favor of a lengthy, slow, passionate communion, luxuriating in the feel of their warm naked bodies squirming together.

"Mmmm, that's what I like about you, Laura," Bonnie finally murmured.  "You like to fuck, but you ain't in no hurry.  Plenty of time to kiss and rub.  That's what I like, kissing and rubbing."

"Me too," Laura murmured back, rubbing her body aggressively against Bonnie's.  "And sucking.  Don't forget sucking.  Laura loves sucking."

She dropped her mouth to Bonnie's breasts, and Bonnie watched.  "Nobody ever sucked like you do," she agreed.

One of the most moving and erotic things Bonnie did—and she had done it from the start—was to caress Laura's hair, her forehead, her temples, lightly, affectionately, with the fingers of one hand while Laura was ardently sucking her nipples, or even while Laura was licking her pussy or even fist-fucking her, which Bonnie craved above all things.  No matter how aroused she was becoming, she could not prevent these sweet, loving caresses from emerging, and Laura found them extremely touching.

Now was no different.  Laura sucked one of Bonnie's firm little breasts with extravagant care and tenderness and wet-lipped passion, and Bonnie's fingertips danced lovingly over Laura's hair, then her forehead.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Bonnie sighed.  "Yes.  Laura . . . you suck so good.  Makes me hot."

Laura, still sucking happily, glanced briefly to the side and saw their reflection in the mirror, a stunning tableau of pale and dark skin and curves and gleaming flesh and lips and flashing eyes.  Bonnie saw her looking, and their eyes met in the mirror.

"You like to watch too," Bonnie smiled.

"We're beautiful," Laura said, pausing only briefly before trying to inhale Bonnie's other breast.

Bonnie caressed Laura's shoulders, and her neck, and her cheek, with those soft fingertips.  "I love it when you do that," Laura whispered.

"This?"

"Yes.  I love it."

Bonnie smiled, bemused.  "I didn't even know I was doing it.  You make me feel good."

Laura paused, still holding Bonnie's enchanting saliva-wet breasts cradled in both hands.  She looked up at Bonnie.  "Okay . . . now you get to choose how you want me to do you.  Let's see.  We can pussy fuck.  I can lick you to heaven, and suck your pretty little clittie.  I could—"

Bonnie interrupted her.  "You know what I want."

Laura smiled.  "Or . . . we could do that."

Bonnie nodded slowly.  "I can think of something else, though," she said, almost shyly, as if it were too audacious to bring this up.

"What?"

"You know"—she was almost blushing, though dark as coal, and could not look Laura directly in the eye—"last time when we did that?  And you were rubbing my little booty hole with your finger when I was coming?"

Laura nodded.  "You really exploded."

Bonnie would still not look her in the eye.  "I think . . ."

"You want me to do that again?"

Bonnie nodded slowly.  "And . . ."

"Stick it in?"

Bonnie shrugged.  Her marvelous round breasts jiggled in Laura's cradling hands.  She now looked Laura directly in the eye.  "I think I could do it.  I mean, take it.  I been thinking about it over and over.  How it might make me come so hard I . . ."

"So hard you almost can't stand it?" Laura added, now squeezing the marvelous round balls with her fingers, eager to get her hungry mouth on them again.

Bonnie smiled and giggled again, shyly.  "I can try to stand it."

"Mmmmm, I'll only do it if you let me suck these again for about an hour," Laura said, dropping her mouth to one bulging black nipple, laving it with her tongue.

Bonnie said nothing but began to breathe a little harder as she watched Laura devouring her breast.  "I don't know if I can wait an hour," she finally said, panting harder.  "You're making me want it bad."

Laura held Bonnie's wet, bulbous nipple between her lips and looked up at her.  "Me too," she said, without letting it go.

With Laura still sucking her breast, Bonnie stretched out sensually on her back, parting her thighs and in effect presenting her entire body to Laura.  And what a body it was.  Laura was capable of ascending to rhapsodies of sexual desire just in contemplation of it.  Bonnie was not voluptuous, like Nyomi for example, but built more on athletic lines.  Except for her firm, high, opulent bottom, she was lean and well-toned and sleek and firm and very dark, a feast for the lips, as Laura, who explored her flesh hungrily each time they were together, well knew.

She wanted to continue her slow, sensual feast right now, but Bonnie was getting overheated.  She was a freak for fist-fucking—shades of that darling Mavis! Laura thought—and would not settle for slower, gentler, more simmering methods until she got her first wrenching, groaning, debilitating orgasm out of the way.  And this time she wanted Laura to finger her ass too, the first time she had asked, which would doubtless send her to the moon.

"Are you sure?" Laura cooed to her as she reluctantly let her mouth and fingers leave Bonnie's hard wet nipples and descend toward the delicious lower regions of her body.  "You sure you want it?"

Bonnie lifted her head long enough from the mattress to glower down at Laura, as if she had already made it perfectly clear.  "I want it."

Laura smiled at her.  "I have to get my handbag."

In a trice Laura was off the Murphy bed, swooping and dipping over to the kitchen chair where she had dropped her purse, quickly extracting the small bottle of oil she always kept in it.  Mercifully Bonnie's tiny one-room apartment ensured that things could not be very far apart, and she was back on the bed before half a minute had elapsed.  Bonnie was looking at her as if some curious medical procedure was about to occur.

"What are you doing?"

Laura held up the little bottle.  "Oil, my pet.  Makes it easier."

"Oh."

Laura loved Bonnie's sleek naked body, and this was a task, making love to these two portals she was about to invade with maximum ardor, that she was very willing to prolong.  Bonnie, patient and curious as ever, yielded her body completely to Laura's loving ministrations, biting her full lower lip as Laura's greased finger slid for the first time up into her ass, her black eyes watering a little.

"Unhhhhh!" she gasped softly.  "Oh!"

"Does that feel good?"

An unexpected grin—unanticipated by either one of them—spread over Bonnie's face.  "You know . . . it does . . . kind of."

Laura slowly swiveled her finger, probing gently.  But she could not keep her eyes off Bonnie's swollen pussy, a feast she could barely keep herself from falling on with crazy lust.  It was a beautiful little pussy, a tight little slot of now-puffy black cunt lips enclosing a shiny dark pink wet feast of oozing inner pussy meat, the whole delicious slit surrounded by a fringe of coal-black crotch hair, which Laura spread aside with the fingers of her free hand to make everything available to her probing tongue.

"Unhhh! Anngghh!" Bonnie gasped, her hips quivering a little as she accustomed herself to Laura's invading mouth, which she had apparently not expected, at least not so soon.  "Ohhhhhhh!  Oh . . . Laura . . . that feels good!"

Laura, as she settled into seriously making love to Bonnie's pussy with her mouth and fucking her sweet little virgin asshole with her greased finger, wondered if they would actually ever get to the thing Bonnie wanted most, at least this first time around.  True, Bonnie adored being fist-fucked, and would never let an opportunity like this one go by without demanding it, and yet at the moment she was quickly losing control, a state Laura did everything to encourage.

You can come this way, darling, you can come.  And it will be so good, I guarantee it.  Just let me take you there.  We can do the other later on, I promise.  Just give in to it now, okay?  Just relax and let this wonderful orgasm come to you, okay?

"Oh shit that feels good!" Bonnie panted, now gyrating her pelvis, pushing her ass down on Laura's slowly thrusting hand, and her pussy up into Laura's devouring mouth.

"Mmmm . . . it's going to feel even better," Laura panted, cranking up the heat, fucking her faster, sucking her harder, taking Bonnie's thickening little clit between her lips and tormenting it with hungry passion.

"Oh!  Oh!" Bonnie gasped, her eyes rolling up.  With one hand she grabbed her jiggling breasts and squeezed them roughly, first one, then the other, pinching her black shiny nipples.  "Unhhhh!  Oh!"

By now Laura knew they were going for the finish line, whether Bonnie knew it yet or not.  Yes, honey, yes!  Go for it!  Feel it coming! 

"Annhhh . . . ohhnnggg . . ." Bonnie twisted and groaned.

This went on for another minute or more.  Laura took her whole clit, hood and all, into her mouth, lashing it with her tongue and sucking insistently.  Her forefinger probed and swiveled inside Bonnie's clenching rectum, and she knew it was here, the fierce spasm they were awaiting, it was welling up inside Bonnie's flexing, straining body, her sleek flesh tightening in a killing paroxysm of sexual rapture.  And then it arrived, and Bonnie exploded.

"AUUNGGGHHHH!" she roared, her strong young body jackknifing violently up off the Murphy bed, her breasts shimmying and her black thighs gleaming and flexing.

Laura out of the corner of her eye caught their reflection in the tilted oval mirror Bonnie had set up just for this moment, and she was almost paralyzed by the beauty not only of their blended naked bodies but of Bonnie's seizure of ecstasy.  Unfortunately, Bonnie was in no position to see it herself, having been propelled into Orgasmic Paradise by the force of her shattering climax.  Her eyes were closed, her lovely face still contorted by the sharp force of her pleasure, her body only now slackening as the spasms waned.

But Laura could enjoy it all, and she did, soon realizing that she was looking at Bonnie's lovely dark body in the mirror more than directly.  As Bonnie slowly drifted back from the crushing swoon of her ecstasy, her eyes fluttered open and she saw Laura looking at them in the mirror.  She smiled lazily.  Laura turned her face back.

"You came hard."

Bonnie nodded.  She looked down at her crotch, where Laura's hand was still stuck, Laura's forefinger still embedded in her ass.  "The magic finger," she grinned.

Laura smiled back, removing it slowly, wiping it clean on the edge of the sheet.  "I guess so.  Certainly worked for you."

Bonnie, still on her back, drew Laura down into a lazy embrace.  She kissed Laura long and slow.  "You are turning me into a sex maniac."

"Really?"

Again Bonnie nodded slowly.  "My mama used to say that when I was a teenager.  Crazy about boys.  'They sex maniacs, girl.  They'll corrupt you.  They'll deliver you right up to the devil.  Sex is for making babies, that's all.  You keep those nasty maniacs away from that young pussy, you hear?'  That's what she said."

"Good thing she's never met me, I guess," Laura said, kissing her back.

"She would freak if she knew I'm a lesbian.  I think in her mind that would be even worse than a maniac.  She would just have a heart attack and die if she could see us right now."

Laura nuzzled her neck.  "Maybe because we're so beautiful together."

Again they both admired their coiled-together bodies in the mirror.  "I like looking at us," Bonnie murmured after a while.  She spread her very black hand over the pale, creamy expanse of Laura's naked back.  "See?"

"It was a great idea, pulling the mirror over here."

"Here . . . move over here . . . like this . . ." Bonnie prompted, maneuvering Laura's body on the bed.  Laura complied.  "I'm going to eat your pretty pink pussy and make you come while I watch you in the mirror," Bonnie said, with ill-concealed pleasure.

But Laura had already clamped her legs on one of Bonnie's hard, sleek, black thighs and pushed her creaming, oozing pussy down on it, excited and reminded both of the sight seconds ago when she had seen Bonnie's glossy thighs flexing in the mirror as Bonnie came, and also of the time a few weeks back when she had persuaded Nyomi to fuck her that way, in the old 'Brandi' way, fucking Laura's pussy with her hard, muscular thigh.  Oh god, I am becoming a fanatic, she thought.  A maniac in my own way.  I want her to do it!

"Can we do that later?" she murmured in Bonnie's ear.  "I . . . have a little request."

Bonnie could be so loving at tender moments like this that it was very touching.  She caressed Laura's temple with her fingertips, brushing away a few strands of hair.  "What is it?" she asked softly, eyes wide.

"I want to just keep doing this," Laura replied, pushing her wet cunt into the hard muscle of Bonnie's smooth thigh.

Bonnie's mouth cracked open in a wide grin.  "You mean you can get off this way?"

"I sure can.  I'm almost there already.  If you kiss me again, I'll probably come."

Bonnie gave her another one of those exquisitely tender caresses she seemed to specialize in, this time with the fingertips of her other hand across Laura's cheek.  "I love to watch you come, too," she confessed softly.  "I love to see the look on your face."

She clenched the thigh muscle that was pressed tightly against Laura's aching pussy.  Laura's eyes rolled up.  "Unhhhhh!  Oh yes . . . just like that!"

"Mmmm, guess we better ride this horse in the direction it's going," Bonnie murmured softly, kissing Laura's cheek, then her mouth, all the while increasing the pressure of her thigh muscle in the warm, wet groove of Laura's splayed pussy.  "If you're gonna come, we better get on with it."

They struggled gently for a few seconds to find the right rhythm and position—whether Laura should be on her back, or whether Bonnie should with Laura riding hard on top—and finally ended up in the latter.  Unlike Brandi or Nyomi, Bonnie just did not have the temperament to give Laura the quick, aggressive, even briefly brutal plowing she felt she needed, but she knew she could achieve it herself if she were on top.

"Yes . . ." she panted, clamping Bonnie's thigh with both of her own, enjoying the feel of her naked breasts mashing down into Bonnie's, feeling the hard nubs of Bonnie's nipples jabbing her own, kissing her roughly, still panting, now grunting softly a little as she pushed her slippery cunt up and down on the large, hard, smooth muscle of Bonnie's wonderful thigh.  "Yes . . . unhhhh . . . like that . . . ohhnnn . . . oh yes oh yes!  Oh Bonnie!"

"Laura, I think you're gonna pop," Bonnie smiled, panting a little too from the effort of pushing her leg up into Laura's crotch, still letting her fingertips lightly caress Laura's arms and shoulders as Laura pumped her way toward paradise.

"Oh god yes I am!" Laura gasped.  "Unnnggghhh!   Ungghh!  Ohhmmggnniee!"

She came in a hot, quick fury, feeling the stabbing flames of her orgasm down to the soles of her feet as her body quaked and shuddered on top of Bonnie's, her cries slowly dying into soft, keening sighs as she slumped forward, panting in Bonnie's ear.

"Oh god, you are a heavenly girl!" she panted to Bonnie, overcome once more by the tenderness of Bonnie's fingers caressing her forehead, and Bonnie's lips on her neck.

"I ain't heavenly," Bonnie giggled softly.  "I just like fucking with Laura.  We take each other to heaven, right?"

Laura nodded groggily, finally lifting her head, then pushing her body up so that her breasts were no longer mashing into Bonnie's.  "Heaven," she croaked.

"Never knew you could come that way," Bonnie said.  "I guess it figures, though.  I think I could too.  You just jam yourself down on me that way, and then the bombs go off, right?  I think I'll have to try it."

Laura, now recovering her breath, gave a burping little laugh.  "I guess you will."

But Bonnie became kittenish.  She pulled Laura close again and slithered her tongue into Laura's ear.  "But first . . . you know what I want."

"I know what you want, you little pervert."  She ran her hands down Bonnie's lovely naked back to her hard, high buns and squeezed them sharply.  "Imagine what your mother would think to overhear you," she teased.  "A lesbian who likes to be fist-fucked.  Shame!"

Bonnie laughed her musical, throaty laughter, throwing her head back a little, revealing her enchanting black throat, which Laura kissed hungrily.  "Tell you one thing," she said through her laughter.  "If Laura did it to Mama, Mama would like it too."

"Ooooohhhh," Laura tickled her ribs, tussling with her, luxuriating in the feel of Bonnie's taut, smooth young flesh rubbing her own.  "I'll bet your mama is good-looking too, when you look at how gorgeous you are.  Does she have these high marvelous cheekbones too?  Maybe she'd like a little Laura-lovin'.  Maybe I could turn her"

"Are you kidding?  The Lord will strike us both dead if we keep talking like that."

Bonnie was only half-joking.  She grew serious.  She rubbed her naked body against Laura's more seriously too, looking in the oval mirror at their entangled pale and dark flesh.  "Look at us.  You getting me hot again.  I'm forgetting all about my mama.  She can go watch Dr. Phil or something and leave me to my Laura."

She grabbed Laura's hand, the one she knew would be fisting her to heaven in just a few minutes, and peppered it with kisses. 

"Why do you like it so much?" Laura murmured to her after a few minutes of kissing and rubbing and raising the heat in their bodies about fifty degrees.  She pretty much knew the answer, she thought, but would love hearing Bonnie tell it.

"I never had an orgasm in my life like I had the first time you did it to me," Bonnie confessed shyly.  "And," she beamed, "every time since.  It just makes me come so hard."

Laura nibbled her earlobe.  "I thought you might say that," she whispered.  "Sometimes you go wild."

"Are you kidding?  I go wild every time."

"I love it when you grab my arm and sort of jam your pussy down on my wrist."

She saw Bonnie's dark eyes go momentarily glassy as she heard the words coming out of Laura's mouth.  "You love it?  Guess how much I love it."

Laura kissed her and clutched her body hard.  "God, you are making me so horny just talking about it."

"Me too.  Here, feel."  She drew Laura's hand down to her crotch, which was sopping wet with warm pussy juice.  "I'm ready."

"You sure are," Laura smiled, frightfully aroused herself.   "Lie back, my darling.  Auntie Laura is about to send you to the ninth circle of heaven."

Bonnie smiled, almost coyly.  "Love it when you talk dirty to me, too.  'I want to fuck you, Bonnie, baby,' and 'I just love your sweet pussy, Bonnie, baby' and stuff like that."

"Mmmmm," Laura pushed her face into Bonnie's smooth neck, kissing and sucking it playfully, squeezing one of the girl's luscious firm breasts in her hand.  "Like 'Let me fist fuck your beautiful black pussy, Bonnie, baby?'  Like that?"

Bonnie nodded, suddenly squirming under Laura's hand, as if the words themselves were nearly too hot to bear.  "Like that.  You gonna do it?"

Laura kissed the breast she was holding in one hand, then sucked Bonnie's large, soft black nipple deep into her mouth.

"Ohhhhnnnmmmm!" Bonnie moaned, writhing a little.

"I am," Laura murmured, her mouth descending down Bonnie's delicious naked body.  "I am."

She saw Bonnie glancing up at the mirror, as if she didn't want to miss watching them, their reflection, even as she was being overwhelmed by surging sexual feelings.  Laura smiled up at her.  "You naughty thing.  Looking."

"I like looking," Bonnie smiled back.

By now Laura was working two, then three fingers, finally four, then her thumb, then the whole wedge, into Bonnie's wet pussy, pushing, feeling it opening, yielding, letting her hand inside.  They had done this often—every time! Laura realized—and were used to the slow, sensual rhythm of penetration, and the accompanying physical excitement and emotional crescendo.  There was something very intimate about fist-fucking, something that made you melt in awe and deep churning passion and molten sensuality, and often as they did it they were groping clumsily, desperately for each other, kissing, mewling and frantic with crazy lust and need.

Bonnie was no longer looking, at least not at the mirror.  Instead she was gazing down at Laura's arm protruding from her engorged cunt, her wet black cunt lips clinging to Laura's wrist.  Laura's small, clumped hand was completely inside her pussy, and Bonnie was semi-swooning in the preliminary stages of what Laura knew would become a shattering climax. 

"Ohhhnnnn!  Annngghhhhh!" she moaned, twisting and gyrating her hips, grinding her tight, warm, slippery pussy into Laura's hand.  "Oh yes Laura oh yes yesssssss!"

Laura leaned closer, kissing her smooth cheek, her forehead.  "Open your eyes . . . look . . . look at me fisting your beautiful black pussy, Bonnie . . ."

"Oh god!"  Bonnie couldn't open her eyes.  They were rolling up, her eyelids fluttering wildly.

"Oh, I love to fuck you," Laura chanted softly to her, as Bonnie had asked her to do.  "And to make you come.  I love to make you come so hard you nearly pass out.  I love to fist fuck your beautiful pussy.  Is it good?  Is it good, darling?"

With a desperate upward lunge, Bonnie looped one arm around Laura's neck and brought Laura's mouth down on hers, so hard that their teeth clanked painfully.  Their tongues coiled and stabbed together.  Bonnie was panting feverishly as they kissed, jamming her impaled pussy down on Laura's hand, grinding, mewling and whooping softly, gyrating her hips, churning.  She was clearly out of control, shooting the moon, and Laura knew her climax could not be far off.  Both had forgotten the mirror in the frenzy of this moment.

"Unh!  Unh!  Unh!  Onnnhhgggnnn!  Ummnngg!  Ummnngghh!" Bonnie gasped and panted, twisting and surging, finally dropping her hand between them, as she often did, to grab Laura's forearm and jam her pussy down onto Laura's wrist.

Usually she came shortly after this, but now it was as if she could not get enough of this feeling and wanted to prolong it, extend it as far as it would go before the sheer force of her inevitable orgasm overtook her.  They were locked in this fierce but awkward embrace, Bonnie rocking, Laura holding steady, cooing to her, kissing her, Bonnie's sharp crotch thrusts becoming more and more insistent, even violent.

"Oh!  Oh!"

"Yes, honey, yes!" Laura kissed her neck, her cheek, her forehead, peppering her face with passionate kisses, giving short forward thrusts with her fist to meet Bonnie's violent churning and pumping.  "Yes . . . oh yes . . ."

"Ungghhh!  Oh shit!  Ungghhh!  Oh . . . Laura . . . ungghhhh!  Oh!"

Now, for the first time Laura could remember, Bonnie dropped her other hand too and grabbed Laura's forearm with it, so that she was holding Laura's arm with both hands.  She jammed her pussy down on Laura's wrist as strongly as she could, almost wailing and shrieking with the crazy force of her arriving orgasm.

"Annngghiiiieeeeee!" she wailed, her body flipping and jackknifing as the wrenching spasms took her.  "Annngghiiiieeeee!  Ummnngghiiieeee!"

Laura could only hold on, awestruck by the force of Bonnie's climax, which seemed stronger than any she could recall the girl having in their months together.  Bonnie surged and flexed, then seemed to dissolve back into the sheets, her body going slack and her facial contortions relaxing, as she nearly blacked out from the sheer power of her climax.  Laura had seen it before now and then, and many times, of course, with both Makeeda and Jonelle, these swooning types of orgasms that seemed to be almost life-threatening, though she had never had one quite so obliterating herself.  And Bonnie had never had one until now.

And here I am with my hand up this poor swooning girl's sweet tight pussy while she tries to regain consciousness, Laura thought, with a little mordant twist, smiling at herself wryly in the mirror.  Her hand could still feel the waning contractions of Bonnie's cunt.  She could not take her eyes off Bonnie's lovely slackened naked body and her own wrist protruding from Bonnie's crotch, an obscene but thrillingly sexual sight in the same instant, and not without its perverse beauty.  I would love to have a photo of this to look at now and then, she smiled at herself even more wryly.

Bonnie now began to stir.  Laura started slowly to withdraw her hand, but Bonnie clamped her delicious, sleek black thighs on it.  "Don't you dare," she croaked in a soft, hoarse voice, her eyes blinking open.  "I love it."

"Evidently you do," Laura whispered, leaning down again to kiss her, a long, romantic kiss this time.  "I thought you might just tear it off and keep it."

"Would if I could," Bonnie smiled lazily, finally unclamping her thighs and letting Laura carefully extract the small, skilled hand that had caused her such exquisite pleasure.

Laura cleaned off her hand and they embraced full-length, stretching out so that every inch of their bodies could touch, their toes curling and twisting together, their open mouths locked together.  They looked at themselves in the mirror, luxuriantly caressing and kissing.  "We are a picture," Laura said softly.

Bonnie smiled and nodded.  "I know I've said this before . . . but I never came that hard in my life."

Laura laughed and nodded.  "You had me worried for a few minutes."

"Does Nyomi come like that when you do it with her?"

Laura had to choose between being irritated at Bonnie's tasteless prying or indulgent of her artless curiosity.  She chose the latter, shaking her head.  "One other," she said softly.  "Maybe two.  My sweetie does . . . sometimes."

Bonnie beamed.  "Maybe that means I'm a little like her, at least."

"A little.  You sure came hard."

"I know," Bonnie blinked.  "I can still feel it.  Almost.  Like . . . cobwebs.  Know what I mean?"

"I wish.  I don't think I've ever had an orgasm like that."

Bonnie grew more aggressive with her caresses.  "We can try.  Maybe if I fist you too."

Laura nuzzled her smooth black neck, now oily with a thin film of sweat inspired by their energetic fucking of the past hour.  "Why don't we have something to eat first?  I'm starved.  Pour me a little vodka and teach me how to make that slum gullion of yours that I love so much."

Bonnie became positively girlish.  She popped out of bed.  "You know I got a new bottle?  And some tonic water too?  Just to be prepared.  I know what Laura likes."

Laura could not take her eyes off her.  Bonnie was still gloriously naked, moving about the apartment as if all that delicious firm black flesh was not driving Laura's lust meter up to the stratosphere again.  "Put on something," Laura said.  "A robe.  A tee shirt.  I can't bear watching your beautiful body."

From across the room Bonnie shot her a flirtatious smile.  "Maybe I just get you your little drinkee and we wait till later for the slum gullion."

Laura laughed, still drinking up Bonnie eagerly with her eyes.  "Better hurry or I might even want to skip the drinkee."