She was exhausted.  She had been fucking with Frankie almost every evening this week, and in the middle of it, when Frankie had begged off with fatigue and overwork herself, Laura had spent the night, or most of it, in Bonnie's bed.  Fortunately, Nyomi had been scooting to San Jose nearly every day of the past two weeks for training, and had little energy left over for sex.  Makeeda was still in The Netherlands, singing and thrilling the audiences and calling Laura every other morning at about seven a.m., just as Laura was getting up, since that was late afternoon in Holland.

Laura was feeding the cats, weary after a long day.  "Okay, you guys," she said to them, setting their separate plates of food down in their customary spots on the kitchen floor, scooping up a handful of clumping cat hair at the same time and depositing it in the waste basket.  "Tonight is just for us.  I'm having a drink and we're watching Twilight Zone reruns on TV.  That's it.  Early to bed.  No answering the phone.  No sex.  Just blissful sleep.  How does that sit with you fellas?"

The cats were busy eating.  They disregarded her.  The doorbell rang.  Who the heck is that? she found herself wondering, tartly, washing her hands in the sink.  It was late dusk.  Nobody rang the bell at that hour. 

Cautiously, she peeped through the curtains at the front porch.  Ashley!  Smiling.  Gleaming white teeth.  Flashing black eyes.  Waiting.  God, she was fetching!  Not wearing her Daisy Dukes this time—too cold for that—but very tight jeans.  If you've got it, flaunt it.  That was clearly Ashley's motto.  It's a wonder this darling girl doesn't get grabbed and raped a dozen times just walking down the street, Laura thought as she unlocked the door.

"What are you doing here?  How did you find out where I live?"

This was a matter of deep chagrin to Laura, since what if Makeeda had been home?  She kept these parts of her life strictly separate.

Ashley smirked.  "I saw you walking home again a few nights ago.  I followed you.  Don't worry, I wouldn't come here if she were home.  I cased the joint to make sure you were alone."

Laura could not suppress a grin.  Ashley had 'cased the joint,' like Sam Spade.  "She might be coming home any minute," she said, crossly.

"Is she?" Ashley asked boldly.

Laura shook her head, reluctantly.  I should've said yes, she thought.  But she knew half of her didn't want Ashley to leave.  God, what glorious fucking we had that one time, she recalled.  This girl is dynamite.  How can I send her away?

"Well?  Aren't you going to invite me in?"

"No!" Laura snapped, a little too curtly.  She played nervously with her fingers.  "I . . . well, I have a rule."

Ashley grinned with full-bore mischievousness now, very happy to make Laura squirm.  "Let me guess.  No fucking in the same house where wifey and you live.  At least not with anybody else."

Laura nodded.  "That's it."

Ashley pouted theatrically.  "Too bad.  My sister's home from Winnipeg.  We can't do it there."  She looked up and down the block.  "I guess we could do it in the car, like I used to do with my first boyfriend.  We used to go to Tilden Park and fuck our brains out in the back seat, until one night a cop caught us and told us it was too dangerous.  You know, serial killers and stuff.  He made us stop."

"That must have been a thrilling experience," Laura said dryly.

Ashley tilted her head, smiling.  "What, the cop or the fucking?"

"Both."  Laura opened the door wider.  "You can come in, but only for a moment."

Ashley pranced inside, but pouted.  "What if I take off all my clothes?  Would you throw me out?  Naked?"

Laura was completely flummoxed and infuriated by this and didn't know what to say.  "Of course not.  It's cold outside."

Ashley playfully made as if to pull up her shirt, and indeed did reveal a little of the marvelous smooth black skin of her midriff.  "Wouldn't you want to touch?"

"You are the devil," Laura grinned.

"You want it.  Confess."  She pirouetted, showing her bulging ass, encased in her tight pants, to Laura, smirking sexily.  "You want it."

Laura shut the door . . . and locked it, which Ashley clearly saw her do.  Ashley sidled up closer to her.  Laura stepped away but backed into the door.  There was no escape, nowhere else to go.  She could feel Ashley's warm breath on her face and smell her fresh, somehow alarmingly sexual odor.   Alarming because she was afraid she wouldn't be able to resist it much longer.

"Want another peek at the ghetto booty to motivate you?" Ashley teased, turning again a little to show off her incredible posterior.  Her jeans were so tight you could see the crack of her ass.

"You must split those every time you sit down," Laura marveled.  "Aren't they uncomfortable?"

Ashley's dark eyes glinted with happy mischief.  "As a matter of fact, they are.  Maybe I should take them off."

"Ashley . . . I can't!" Laura burst out, almost pitifully.  "Can't you understand?"

In response, Ashley started pulling her long-sleeved tee shirt up over her head.  Now more and more of her delicious coal-black skin came into view.  "Maybe you'd like to see a little more," she teased Laura softly.

"Oh god."

"She won't know.  You said she's in Europe."  She pulled the tee shirt free of her hair and tossed it in a nearby easy chair.  "We don't have to do it in the bed."  She looked over at the long white sofa, one of Laura's contributions to the household furnishings, the sofa on which, she fondly recalled, she had fucked so many of her darlings in the past, especially in her Russian Hill apartment.  "We can do it there."

But Laura was lost in a hypnotic lust trance and barely heard her.  Naked from the waist up, except for her bra, Ashley's smooth deeply black skin was so alluring she could hardly keep her fingers from caressing it, her lips from sliding rapturously over it.  And wonder of wonders, surely a devastating coincidence, Ashley's bra was a raspberry colored one.  Fewer than ten days ago Laura had been removing the delicious Frankie's raspberry bra, and here she was being seduced by the wildly desirable Ashley, who was wearing one of the same color.  Somehow this bizarre and thrilling coincidence electrified Laura and broke down all her defenses in one fell swoop.

Moreover, she knew well what gorgeous firm little balls of flesh were concealed by the thin raspberry cups.  And Ashley had thick, bulbous, puffy black nipples, the kind that could send Laura into transports of seething lechery.  And Ashley loved to have them sucked.  All this was roiling Laura's brain and body, so much so that playful flirtatious repartee was almost beyond her at the moment.

"I love your bra," she said, swallowing.

"It's my sister Audrey's.  Want me to take it off?"  Ashley smirked.  "Or would you like to have the pleasure?"

"You're the same size?" Laura asked, woodenly, as if sleep-walking.  "You and your sister?"

Ashley nodded.  "But she doesn't have this."  She turned and smacked her 'ghetto booty' with the flat of one palm.  "I call her Audrey Noassatall.  In fact, she has one sort of like yours.  A white people's booty."

Laura grinned.  "Now you're getting nasty."

"Not as nasty as I want to get.  Are you going to take off my bra, or am I going to?"

"At least let me pull the drapes," Laura said, going to the front window and pulling them shut.

She knew all was lost.  There was no way she could keep her hands off this delicious, impossibly sassy young girl.  The best she could hope for was to stay away from the more intimate environs of the back of the house, the bed and bedroom she shared with the absent Makeeda, where the cats had obviously fled, perhaps having a foreboding that smoldering sex was about to break into flames with this darling stranger.

When she turned around from pulling the drapes shut, she saw that Ashley had tired of waiting and already half-removed her bra, which hung limply under her marvelous young breasts.  Ashley turned, presenting the clasp to Laura.  "Your turn."

Laura approached her and ran her mouth along one bare black shoulder as she unfastened the clasp.  "God, you are gorgeous," she murmured.  "How can I resist you?"

Ashley smiled back over her shoulder.  "I thought you'd see it my way."

Laura slipped her hands under Ashley's arms and brought them up the front of her body to her naked breasts, cupping them, squeezing them gently, running her thumbs across Ashley's soft, bulbous nipples.   The bra, now unfastened, slipped away to the floor.

"You know," Ashley said after a minute, "I keep having fantasies about how you sucked my boobs.  How hard, that is.  I get just about as wet as I did when you were doing it."

"Mmmm, sounds like you might want to let me do it again."  She remembered how Ashley had said, when asked by Laura if she was sucking too hard, 'You can never do it too hard for me.'

Ashley made a satirical face, turning around to Laura, whose hands dropped away from her breasts.  "You are sooooooo smart," she teased.  "You get my hints just . . . so fast."

"Come over here and sit down," Laura drew her toward the white sofa.

"Not unless you get naked too," Ashley pouted playfully.  "At least on top.  Like me."

"I've got an idea," Laura purred, kissing and sucking her neck, and her earlobe.  "Why don't we both get completely naked and fuck our brains out, like you said you used to do in the park?"

Ashley smirk-smiled and immediately began unzipping her tight jeans.  Laura hurriedly removed her own clothing.

  "If we're going to do that, you have to fuck me with one of those strap-ons, like you promised to do last time," Ashley said.

"I did not promise," Laura teased.  "I said I would go home and get one, if you wanted."

"I couldn't wait, could I," Ashley beamed, reliving the event.  "I was too eager to get my first lesbian fucking."

Now they were both naked.  They came together in a heated embrace, kissing ravenously, sloppily, hungrily, and groping.  Rubbing her naked body against Ashley's was the purest heaven Laura had felt in weeks, except when rubbing against Frankie's.  But they were very different, and the feel of their bodies was very different.  Ashley was short but fleshy, her body firm but not hard or angular.  She had very little waist but marvelous plump little breasts and huge jet-black nipples, and of course the masterpiece 'ghetto booty.'  Frankie was tall, and very lean, almost skinny, her long body a miracle of angles, very long and narrow waist, her breasts tiny but delectable, just enough to fit inside your mouth, her ass smooth and round but not a round bubble paragon like Ashley's.  And of course both were dark dark dark.  Very black.  Unbelievably smooth, silky skin.  Black enough to give Laura feverish palpitations of lust.

"I want to lick you all over," she panted to Ashley, doing just that, feeling only slightly guilty that she had said the same thing to Frankie on numerous recent occasions.  "I just want to lick you."

Ashley giggled softly.  "Lick away.  You know, Laura, some people think us niggers are ugly."  She looked down at Laura's tongue tracing lustful arabesques everywhere on her naked upper body.

"Don't use that word," Laura panted, interrupting her passionate licking of Ashley's wildly desirable body long enough to say it.

"At least you're not one of them," Ashley giggled again.  "Do I taste like chocolate?  I've never tasted me."

"You taste like Ashley.  Mmmmm, best thing I ever tasted."

"Here," Ashley prompted, holding one of her round naked breasts in both hands and pushing her large black nipple toward Laura's mouth.  "You're taking too long.  I want to be sucked.  Laura sucked.  You do it best."

"I think I can accommodate."

Sometimes Laura had to smile in mild astonishment at her good fortune.  Here she was kissing a wildly desirable young college girl she had not known even a month earlier, who was pushing her marvelous young breast into Laura's face and demanding that she suck it, all the while expecting to be pumped heavenward in a few minutes by Laura's strap-on dildo.  How did I manage to wind up here? she marveled.  With this darling girl? 

Of course there was the downside.  She was about to break her vow never to have sex in this house except with Makeeda.  She knew her own moralistic nature, and knew how difficult it would be in the future not to confess.  On the other hand, there was always something wickedly beguiling about doing the forbidden, especially something you had forbidden yourself.  And anyone who could turn down this swollen, puffy, shiny black nipple that was being offered had to be insane, or dead. 

Laura was neither.  She opened her lips eagerly and sucked Ashley's large, plump nipple deeply into her mouth.  Ashley gasped almost helplessly as she watched it, as well as some flesh of her breast, disappear.

"Annnnggghhhhh!  Oooohhh shit, that feels good!"

Laura could say nothing but, "Mmuunnggmmnnggghhh."  She sucked it passionately, pushing Ashley's fingers aside so that she could hold the marvelous little warm ball and squeeze it happily while she sucked.

Ashley's thick, pulpy, soft nipple filled her mouth, and then began to harden palpably against her tongue, which swirled over it excitedly, pushing the thick bulb against the roof of her mouth, bringing happy little sighs of pleasure from deep in Ashley's throat.

"Oh shit . . . oh shit . . . that feels so good!  Ohhhhhh!"

Laura sucked.  She sucked and sucked, at first gently, lovingly, then more insistently, even roughly, digging her fingers into Ashley's hard little breast and sucking Ashley's thickening, hardening nipple down to her throat.  Ashley by now was whimpering softly, and beating her elbows back against the sofa.

"Oh shit . . . you're gonna have to fuck me fast," she panted to Laura.  "Oh shit, Laura, you're . . . you're making me so horny."

Laura was so passionately involved that she heard Ashley's talk only as words, meaningless words that reflected Ashley's own sexual excitement, but nothing worth replying to.  Instead, she moved to Ashley's other delectable small breast and unleashed the same fervor on it, sucking the thick black nipple deep into her mouth and lip-mauling it so thoroughly that Ashley's whimpering turned gradually into a soft, keening, throaty song of need.

"Ohhnnnnnnn . . . ahhnnnnnn!  Ohhhnnnn Laura . . . you gotta fuck me . . . you gotta fuck me with the thing . . . I'm needing it bad . . ."

"I want to eat your pussy," Laura panted, her hands racing all over the girl's thrilling, compact, writhing black body.

"No," Ashley objected.  "Later.  I gotta be fucked.  You know I gotta be fucked.  Quick.  Go get it."

Laura looked up at her from the shiny, saliva-wet feast of Ashley's marvelous little breasts and wet black nipples.  "Are you sure?"

"Yes!  Please!"  Ashley's lovely face was contorted with physical need.

"Hold on.  I'll be right back."

Laura leapt up and dashed to the back bedroom, trying hard to compartmentalize her mind into a single focus on retrieving the strap-on dildo and harness they kept in the bedside drawer, and not to think at all of the fact that this was the bedroom where the most stirring moments of intimate sex had taken place between her and Makeeda.  No, no, I'm not thinking of that, she told herself.  Only Ashley, back in the living room, that darling, naked girl, who wants me to fuck her, and right now!

The cats were on the bed, but not asleep.  All four eyes watched her intently as she almost frantically retrieved the strap-on from the drawer.  Oh god, you guys, must you! she thought.  Somehow it reminded her of Dr. T.J. Eckleburg's eyes on the billboard overlooking the Valley of Ashes in Gatsby; only this time there were four big green eyes, glowing, following her every move.  You said you would never do this, the eyes said.  You are such a slut.

She knew cats were completely non-moral, and yet she couldn't evade the twinge of shame she felt as she dashed back out the door and down the hall.  "Here I am," she gasped as she pulled up again at the sofa, unable to keep her eyes from going briefly, madly, lecherously wild at the site of Ashley's black naked body against the stark white fabric.  "Here . . . let me get . . . this on . . . and . . ."

Ashley was smirking up at her, sassy and pert, looking good enough to devour.  "God, it's so obscene," she giggled, reaching out with one hand and stroking the shaft that now protruded from Laura's groin with her fingertips.  "Isn't it a little bigger than a real cock?"

"Mmmmm, the better to take you to heaven with, my darling," Laura winked salaciously at her.

She knelt on the floor in front of the sofa and took the naked girl in her arms again, pulling her down on her back, mashing her own small breasts into Ashley's, which were still damp from the mouth-mauling she had been giving them only a minute ago.  Ashley purred as Laura kissed her smooth black neck.

"Mmmmm, I like big cocks.  I'm short, but I think I must have a deep cunt or something.  Bigger the better, in my book."

Again Laura could barely pay attention to what Ashley was saying, so busy was she trying to swallow every inch of the girl's warm smooth flesh, and digging her fingers everywhere into the rest of it.  Her hands were all over the 'ghetto booty,' sculpting it, pinching and squeezing it, then circling around to push apart Ashley's silky black thighs.

Ashley had fallen silent now, and she gazed rapt and still with anticipation into Laura's eyes.  Laura looked down to guide the shaft with one hand into the puckering blossom of the girl's swollen pussy, it's wavy black lips now parted to reveal the hot glistening pink interior, ready to receive the invader.

"Unnngghmmmnnhh!" Ashley groaned softly as the long stalk penetrated her, wincing slightly, her eyes fluttering open, still staring up glassily into Laura's.  "God . . . that thing is bigger than it looks."

Laura pushed it in deep, but still slowly.

"Unhhhh!  Oh shit.  God, Laura, that feels good!"

For a moment, now that the dildo was completely sunk in Ashley's pussy, Laura paused to let her feel the full extent of it.  She kissed Ashley's gleaming shoulders, her neck again, her ear, her cheek, her chin, then dropped her mouth again to her breasts and sucked one plump, shiny black nipple into it.

"Ohnnnnn . . . unnhhhhh!" Ashley whimpered, twisting a little, looking down at her breast in Laura's mouth.  She began to buck and pump gently up into the dildo, which Laura still held steady with one hand at the base.  "Oh shit . . . you better start, Laura.  I'm going to come pretty quick.  I told you I come quick most of the time.  You've got me going.  Unh!  Unh!"

Laura released Ashley's wet nipple from her mouth long enough to answer her.  "Slow down, honey," she smiled, speaking softly.  "You don't want it to be over too fast, do you?  I want to kiss and lick every bit of you.  God, I love your body.  So firm and smooth."

And with that she resumed devouring it in every way possible, though now she also began to probe and pump Ashley's pussy gently, still unwilling to pick up the pace, which Ashley clearly wanted.

"Oh!  Unh!  You're taking too long!" Ashley panted, churning her hips.

Almost in spite of herself, Laura had to begin fucking her more rapidly, more spiritedly.  She didn't mind a little frenzied fucking with a beautiful horny young creature like Ashley, but she preferred a more prolonged encounter, with plenty of stroking and caressing and kissing and buildup, instead of this careening, sharp, frantic collision.  She tried slowing the girl down a little by giving her long, deliberate strokes with the dildo, deep in, slowly out, all the while still kissing and sucking her neck and her marvelous pitch-black nipples.

But Ashley was not to be mollified or moderated.  She was in a whooping, surging, semi-hysterical fit of consuming lust.  She reached up with both arms and encircled Laura's body, her nails clawing Laura's back, her pelvis pumping wildly into Laura's groin.  Laura had to reach down again to hold the dildo with one hand to make sure it didn't slip out of the girl's very slippery pussy.

"Unh!  Unh!  Unnmmgggghhh!" Ashley grunted.  "Oh yes!  Oh fuck!  Oh yes!"

Laura slid it in deep.  Ashley seemed to love it deep.  She whinnied and groaned with sharp outbursts of pleasure when the dildo rammed down into her pussy, for Laura was now drilling her more than fucking her.  Ashley lay on her back on the sofa with her knees up around Laura's shoulders, her cunt uptilted to take every inch of the dildo into it.  Laura was all over her, fucking her the way she wanted to be fucked, roughly, deeply, ramming her, piercing her.  She had rarely seen a woman or girl who loved this hot frenzy more.

"Mmmmnnggg . . . oh honey . . . oh honey . . . you are so beautiful . . . so lovely . . . so hot . . ." she murmured, panting, to Ashley, consumed by hunger for her body, matching Ashley's fuck-frenzy with her own while still shocked deep down by the way they had both descended so quickly into this sexual mania.

"Ungghh!  Awwonngg!  Oh fuck yes!" Ashley gasped.  "Ummmm . . . ummmm . . . ummmm . . . oh . . . it's . . . ohhhhh fuck!"

"Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . . come for Laura . . . come for Laura . . . yes . . ." Laura panted to her.

"Anngghh!  Anngghhh!  OHNNGG!  AHHNNGGGNNNIIIEEE!" Ashley suddenly cried out, her body flipping and jackknifing under Laura, nearly throwing Laura off since they were both precariously perched, Ashley on the bottom and Laura gingerly on the top, on the narrow sofa cushions.  "Oh shit!  AUUNGGGHHHH!" she roared again as a second shattering spasm shook her body.

Laura stopped thrusting.  She held Ashley's throbbing body, burrowing her face into Ashley's neck and smiling as she felt the quaking in the girl's flesh lessen, then subside into faint quivering.  Ashley cooed and mewled softly, slowly recovering.  There followed a brief period of twitching and aftershocks.  Finally she could hear Ashley's breathing gradually returning to normal.  Then she could feel convulsions in the girl's diaphragm as Ashley began softly to giggle, her laughter so soft and faint that it took several seconds to emerge from her lungs and throat into genuine, unmistakable but controllable mirth.

Laura lifted her face from the girl's neck and smiled at her.  "You're laughing."

Ashley was.  She could not stop, though her giggles were soft and mild.  "I can't help it.  God, I've never come like that.  Not even when you did me before.  I've been fucking guys for years and not one of them ever made that happen."

"Oh . . . you're being silly," Laura kissed her cheek, then her shiny black forehead.  She pulled up, beginning the process of extracting the dildo and climbing off the girl's supine body.  "I'm sure you're just forgetting."  I'll bet they love the way you whoop and wiggle, though, she could have added.

Ashley stopped her in the middle of her movements, pulling her back down, mashing their naked breasts together and kissing Laura ardently.  "I mean every word."  She kissed Laura with lots of tongue.  "Is this the cock you fuck her with?  Your wife?"

Laura froze.  She didn't mean to, but she could not stop herself.  Ashley felt it and immediately became apologetic.  She knew exactly what kind of sassy little imp she could be and was quickly contrite.

"Oh god, I'm sorry!  I shouldn't have said that.  I'm really sorry.  Really."

Laura looked at her, a little sternly, this time firmly withdrawing the dildo and climbing off Ashley's body and the sofa.  "I'll just pretend I didn't hear it," she said, bending down to kiss Ashley's cheek as a token of her forgiveness.

Ashley's arms encircled her neck while she was bent down and forward that way and held her there for a moment, very close, so close they could feel each other's breath on their faces.  "I want to put my pussy against yours like we did last time," she whispered to Laura.  "I want to make you come that way.  Remember?"

"How could I forget?"  In fact, Laura's blood leapt up and roared and threatened to boil over at the mere words.

Ashley's hands roamed over her naked body.  "Put that thing somewhere and let's do it.  Quick!"

Laura laughed, removing the harness and depositing the wet dildo on a nearby chair.  "You're always wanting it so quick," she teased.  "I want it to go on and on."

"I want to make you come.  After the way you did me."

"Don't worry, darling," Laura purred, rejoining her on the sofa and enfolding Ashley's very arousing naked body in her arms again.  "I can come almost from looking at you."

"You're so sweet," Ashley giggled again, kissing Laura's body, her shoulders, her neck, her cheek, her breasts.  "How many black girls have you done it with?"

"You're so full of questions."

"No kidding.  I know I'm not the first one."

"And how do you know that?"

Ashley nodded upward, toward the mantel piece.  "You're wife is black.  Right?  I mean, I don't suppose that picture is your mother, or grandmother."

She was right, of course.  Makeeda had placed a framed photograph of her deceased mother on the mantel.  Like many things, it became invisible to you once you had lived around it for a while.  Laura knew it was not invisible to Makeeda, but she herself, who had never known Makeeda's mother, tended to let it drift harmlessly into the background.

But now it was front and center, since Ashley had mentioned it.  Her lips were all over Laura's naked body, heating her blood up fast, and there Leona Brickhouse—might she rest in peace—was, gazing down, her smiling face rapt with maternal pride, at her daughter's lover fucking heatedly with a scrumptious naked black college girl on the sofa in the house she shared with Makeeda, a transgression Laura had sworn never to commit. 

"You're . . . right," she panted into Ashley's gleaming, smooth black shoulder.  "She is."

"How about others?" Ashley continued, now kissing Laura's stomach, her ribcage, her neck again, her ear, her cheek, her mouth.  "Tell me.  I like knowing."

"A few," Laura panted.  "God, you're getting me hot."

"I won't do it until you tell me how many," Ashley teased.

Laura laughed softly.  "How many white guys have you fucked with?"

"Two," Ashley said promptly.  "Those brothers I told you about, who came all over me.  Only them.  I don't think most white guys like me."

"I can't imagine why," Laura panted harder, now filling her hands again with Ashley's marvelous little breasts.  "You are about the sexiest thing alive.  Maybe you haven't given them a chance."

Ashley grinned.  "Maybe they're afraid I'll tear them up in the sack."

"No doubt," Laura panted, trying to forget the picture staring down at them from the mantel, Makeeda's mother.  You are betraying my daughter, who loves you, you slut.  "One look at this fantastic ass and they run for the hills," she said to Ashley.

"But not you, right?  You love my ass.  You want to squeeze and kiss it and even fuck it, don't you."

"You mind reader," Laura half-growled, playful but growing impatient.  "Are you going to fuck me with your pussy, like you promised, or not?"

"I am.  Lay back.  Spread 'em for Ashley the Apprentice Lesbian.  She's about to get her wings."

Laura smiled and spread her thighs, overcome by this marvelous girl's quirky and captivating charm.  Also, freshly consumed by lust for her delicious compact gleaming black body.  "I'm all yours, honey."

Ashley wasted no time in bringing their groins together.  With her fingers she spread apart her own pussy lips and mashed her hot, wet cunt directly into Laura's.  Laura belatedly reached down and spread her own wider, though her pussy was already inflamed and puckered as a result of her throbbing arousal.  When the wet meat of their warm pussies melded together, both gasped a little and their bodies sagged momentarily in response.

"Oh shit . . . that feels wonderful!" Ashley gasped.

"I think I'm going to be like you and come before we even get started," Laura confessed.

"No, you're not," Ashley said firmly, beginning to gyrate her pelvis.  "You're going to let me make you come."  She swirled her hips gently, and the sensation of their wet cunt flesh sliding together momentarily took the breath away from both of them.  "I've been . . . imagining how . . . I would . . . fuck you like this . . . for . . . weeks . . ." Ashley panted as she began grinding a little harder.

"Oh!  Oh god!" Laura whimpered softly as she felt the urge to come welling up inside her body.  This was the first flicker of a thrilling orgasm; now, she knew, only seconds away.  "Do it faster!"

They had begun by half-sitting, leaning into each other, but now Ashley pushed Laura down flat onto her back and rose up into a more dominant position, jamming her groin into Laura's, as if she had quickly become aware that indeed this was not going to last very long, and she intended to have the upper hand.  She pumped Laura, pumping harder and faster, working both of them into a heated frenzy in only moments.  Her beautiful little breasts swirled, and Laura raised her hands to them.

"Let . . . let me suck you," she panted, dying to have one of Ashley's plump, shiny black nipples in her mouth again, knowing how sucking could also make her come, if she were this close.  "I love your boobs."

"You sure do," Ashley laughed, lowering her upper body, pushing one breast into Laura's face. 

"Sucking makes me come sometimes," Laura panted to her, swirling her tongue all around the thick, swollen bulb of Ashley's large black nipple.

"Laura," Ashley giggled softly into her ear, "you're weird."  This angle made it impossible for their cunts to mash together as they had been doing, but it did not prevent Ashley from rubbing the protruding bud of her clit into Laura's, which instantly set them both to keening and gasping.  "Are you going to come?"

"Yes!  Unhh!  Oh!  Yes!  Harder . . . please!"

Now Ashley was grunting a little too as she intently swirled her pussy into Laura's, trying to bring Laura to the pinnacle, which at this point was not difficult.  Laura was almost there.  She sucked Ashley's beautiful wet nipple completely into her mouth, sucking in some firm breast flesh too, remembering in a flash how she could get almost all of Frankie's breast into her mouth when she did this.  But not Ashley's, whose breast was a little bigger and firmer.  Still, she got a lot into her mouth and sucked wildly, hungrily, almost maniacally.

"Ohhnnggg!  Ahnnngg!  Laura!" Ashley gasped, twitching briefly, then renewing her frantic pumping and churning, trying to make Laura come.

"Yes . . . mnngghhphhh . . . yes . . . yes!" Laura panted, releasing Ashley's breast from her mouth, then quickly siphoning it up again, sucking hard, pumping, thrusting, lifting her pelvis off the sofa cushions in the attempt to jam it completely into Ashley's warm, sopping wet slit.  "Fuck me, honey . . . yes!"

Ashley, still grinding and swirling her hips in a fierce but steady rhythm, now grasped Laura's head in both hands and pushed her breast so hard into Laura's face that it mashed Laura's nose flat too, so that she couldn't breathe for a second, but then could again as she felt the ferocious rumbling of her orgasm simply explode inside her body and her breath gushed forth in sharp cries as she released Ashley's nipple and groaned into her chest.

"Auunngghhhh!  Ohnnmmgg!  Auuunnggghhh!" she cried out, almost a roar, a loud shout of ecstasy, as wave after wave of excruciating pleasure ripped through her womb and curled her toes.  "Oh shit . . . ohhnnnngggg!" she sighed, more softly now, as the waves slowed and weakened.

Ashley, when Laura had begun to come, had had the good sense to raise her body a little, allowing Laura a chance to breathe.  But her arms still cradled Laura's head, and she began laughing gently, softly again as the sharp cataclysm of Laura's climax began to pass and wane.  "God, Laura, you came hard," she murmured.  "Did I do that?"

Laura shook the fog away from her eyes and smiled up at her.  "You did," she half-croaked.  They gazed into each other's eyes without speaking for about a minute.  Ashley seemed both pleased and puzzled by this moment.  "I guess you got your wings, honey."

"Guess I did," Ashley gulped.  "Now I can fly.  Want to do it again?"

Laura sat up, gently moving Ashley aside and then embracing her from a sitting position, giving her a warm, lengthy kiss.  "Have some pity on an old lady," she said.  "Give me a few minutes to recover?"

Ashley beamed.  She looked up at the photograph of Makeeda's mother on the mantel piece.  "You know, if you turn that picture to the wall, I might be inspired to do something truly nasty."

Oh god! Laura thought.  Her shoulders sagged visibly, a gesture that was not lost on Ashley.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I did it again, didn't I," she said, glumly.  "I just don't seem to have any manners tonight.  I guess getting my wings just made me super-confident."

Laura embraced her and kissed her again, as usual getting aroused anew by the feel of Ashley's small, naked breasts and protruding nipples brushing against her own.  "You didn't do anything wrong," Laura reassured her.  "I'm just over-sensitive."

Ashley shook her head.  "No.  You had a rule.  We broke it.  In fact, I made you break it.  I feel responsible."

Laura grinned and hugged her close, running her hands all over Ashley's nakedness.  "I wouldn't have missed it," she breathed into Ashley's ear.

"Me either," Ashley beamed.  "I think I could come again.  How long does it take an old lady to get back into the mood?"

Laura, already aroused by Ashley's supple black body and by inhaling the odor of sex that now rose fragrantly off it, was not hard to persuade.  "Oh . . . maybe five minutes.  Maybe less.  Let's just kiss like this for a while and see what happens."