The drive to Sacramento took her only an hour, plus twenty more minutes trying to find the house Nyomi had rented, in a leafy neighborhood near the capitol.  They had not seen each other, nor had Laura seen Alana either, for about three and a half months.  On the drive up Laura had diverted herself by imagining that it would be like fucking a beautiful woman for the first time, including the thrill of discovery all over again, and this had set her off recalling how she and Nyomi had actually first met, in the Office Max parking lot, followed by her joining the two of them for dinner, then seducing the gorgeous Nyomi after her nine-year-old daughter had been put to bed.

God, it's making me horny just remembering it! she thought, before forcing herself to think of more mundane matters, like getting there on time and in one piece.

They were expecting her, of course, and Alana answered the door when she rang the bell.  "Auntie Laura!  Oh god, it's you!  I thought I'd never see you again!"

Alana literally jumped into her arms, almost knocking Laura off the porch.  Fortunately, she had been ready for an extravagant greeting, and had braced herself.  "Oh, I'm so glad to see you too, sweetie!"  She hugged Alana and kissed her face everywhere with deep affection.  She really did love the little rascal, in spite of her often being an obstacle to the speedy fulfillment of the unbridled lust Laura and Nyomi shared for each other.

Nyomi stood, arms crossed over her breasts, in the background while all this was going on, a bemused smile on her face.  "Hello Laura darling," she finally said as Laura disentangled herself from Alana and set the adorable little girl back down on her legs on the porch. 

"Hello Nyomi darling," Laura replied.  She looked down at the breathlessly excited Alana.  "Do you mind if I kiss your mommy hello?"

Alana shook her head.  She had surprised them fucking on numerous occasions, and so Laura figured it wouldn't be out of place, and she was desperate for a kiss.  She sensed Nyomi was too, but Nyomi grabbed her hand and pulled her inside the house, being careful to let no one in the neighborhood glimpse her and Laura kissing.

Inside, with the door closed but Alana still watching intently, it became a brief comedy of errors as Laura tried to kiss Nyomi passionately but not too obscenely, while Nyomi pushed her back against the door and literally attempted to devour Laura's mouth, raising her hands to Laura's breasts too and squeezing them wildly through Laura's clothes.  They struggled and gasped and snorted and finally came up for breath, Laura disheveled and looking half-raped, her face briefly distorted by shock.  Nyomi stepped back and looked ashamed.

"Sorry," she said softly.  "I got carried away."

"Don't be sorry," Laura gasped, wiping the leftover saliva off her lips with the back of one hand.  She glanced down at Alana, who was still beaming.

"We missed you, Auntie Laura," Alana said, breathlessly, as if she were the one who had just been ravenously kissed.

"Apparently you did," Laura said, still half-stunned by the reception.  She cracked a sly, sideways grin at Nyomi.  "At least one of you did."

"Both of us did!" Alana cried, grabbing Laura's hand and pulling her further into the house. 

Laura knew—as she knew Nyomi also knew—that if Alana were not there they would be fucking this very instant, probably on the floor by the front door, so hot were they to devour each other after this long absence.  But of course that was not possible.  She knew Nyomi, in spite of her desire for Laura, honored completely the sweet connection Laura had cultivated with her young daughter, and would not intentionally damage it.  But nevertheless Laura found herself wondering what arrangements might have been made to spirit the darling girl off premises so that the orgy could begin.  Being kissed so ravenously by Nyomi had reminded her how hot their sex usually was.  Hot enough to curl your toes twice over.

And she certainly had not lost any of her desirability since her move, along with her boss and a few other members of his longtime staff, to Sacramento.  She looked thinner, as if she had lost about ten pounds, though she was a tall, statuesque, and full-figured woman, and so being a few pounds lighter made her even more attractive.  As usual, her grey eyes completely electrified Laura.

While Alana was briefly away, going down the hall to her bedroom to fetch something she wanted to show Laura, Nyomi leaned close.  "I think even she can tell you want to fuck me, Laura," she said, flirting dangerously.

"I think even she can tell you want me to," Laura replied with a smile. 

Alana returned with a couple of new dolls, and an iPad.  For the next half hour she taught Laura how to play Fruit Ninja, a game in which one sliced and splattered fruit everywhere with a lethal sword while avoiding concealed bombs that would end the game abruptly.  And another game resembling Tic Tac Toe at which Laura was miserably inadequate, losing to Alana every time, even when exerting her utmost ingenuity and concentrated brain power.

"I'm sorry, Alana," she finally confessed, both to Alana and to her mother, "I think I'm just too old to beat a nine-year-old at this kind of thing."

"I'm ten!" Alana said, proudly.

"Oh god, I forgot your birthday."  Laura realized she was even blushing.  "But then, what could I have got the girl who has everything?"  She shot a hard glance at Nyomi, who was sitting next to them, watching Laura being destroyed at computer games by her precocious daughter.

Alana had deposited the dolls at the far end of the sofa and never gone near them again, being now, Laura guessed, too old for dolls.  Maybe it had been a good thing that she had forgotten the girl's birthday, if indeed she had ever known when it was about to occur, since she probably would have picked a doll, only to have elicited fake gratitude from Alana. 

"Alana has a play date with her friend Angelina," Nyomi finally interjected into their happy little idyll.  "Maybe we should be getting ready to go," she suggested.

Alana frowned.  "You just want to get me out of here so the two of you can have sex," she said, brazenly.

Laura shot a glance at Nyomi, who was trying not to laugh.  "Oh . . . you know that's not true," Nyomi said, brazenly lying herself, which all three of them clearly knew.

"Is too," Alana said smugly. 

"You want to ride over with us?" Nyomi asked Laura.  "It's about a mile from here.  It'll only take ten minutes."

"Then you can come back here and fuck," Alana said.

Both Laura's and Nyomi's face fell at this.  Nyomi was no longer laughing.  "That'll be enough of that!" she snapped.  "Go get your stuff that you're taking.  Auntie Laura will ride over with us."

It was an uncomfortable ride, with Alana sulking in the back seat and Laura and Nyomi not daring a word.  Alana refused to kiss either of them goodbye when she hopped out of the car at her friend's house.  Laura and Nyomi barely talked on the way back either.

"You look like you've lost weight," Laura finally broke the silence.

Nyomi, eyes on the traffic, nodded.  "Twelve pounds.  I'm wasting away."

"I guess we all could afford to lose a little."

"Are you kidding?  You're skinny as a model."

They pulled into Nyomi's driveway.  Inside the house, Nyomi stopped Laura at the door, turning and pushing her back against the wall next to it, embracing her but not kissing her yet.  "If you didn't bring your little bag of goodies, I'm sending you right back to Berkeley," she said, her face very serious, almost threatening.

"It's in the car."

"Get it.  I'll wait."

Laura went out to her car, thinking that up to now, at least, this was not turning into the splendid reunion she had envisioned.  Nyomi seemed tense and snarky, and of course Alana was bitter and snide about what she knew they were going to do in her absence.  Am I the only one who was looking forward to this? she wondered.

But back inside the house, Nyomi suddenly warmed to her as she had not done up till now.  She took Laura's hand and drew her over to the sofa.  "Come here and let me really hug you and kiss you like I've wanted to do all along."

She pulled Laura down with her and again began to kiss her ravenously.  Laura kissed back.  And groped and squeezed.  Now this is what I wanted, what I dreamed of, she thought, feeling Nyomi's tongue driving almost down her throat.  They had always kissed a lot and were good together at it.

"Careful," Laura laughed, coming up for air.  "You're going to suffocate me!"

"Oh no I'm not," Nyomi laughed too.  She leaned close and whispered.  "I'm going to fuck you.  Probably right here.  Alana was right about that."

They kissed hungrily and wetly and lecherously again.  "Oh god, it feels so good to hold you!" Laura murmured against Nyomi's smooth dark cheek.  "God, I've missed it so much."

"I love you, Laura.  I'm not going to pretend I don't."

"I know.  I love you too."  She pressed a forefinger against Nyomi's lips, forbidding her to speak.  In the past, at a moment like this, she would often protest that Laura was a liar, that she loved Makeeda, and they would get entangled in accusations and defensive bickering, which Laura was determined to prevent.  "Don't say anything.  I do.  That's that.  Let's go in on the bed where it's more comfortable and make each other happy."

"Not yet," Nyomi whispered again.  "I want more of this."

True, they could not give it up yet, just to hurry along the fucking.  They both wanted to succumb totally to this romantic reunion, nuzzling and kissing and nibbling and groping one another on the sofa for nearly another half an hour.  During this period Laura still managed to get the front buttons of Nyomi's shirt unbuttoned, down to her smooth, hard stomach.  She kissed her way down into Nyomi's cleavage, between the black cups of her bra.  "I think I have to have a little Breast 69," she murmured, smiling, kissing her way back up, kissing Nyomi under her jaw, then nipping her earlobe.

"If we do that," Nyomi giggled softly, "it's all over.  I'll have to rape you.  Do you know no one's been inside this pussy since you last were?"

"Oh, poor baby!  I can't believe Sacramento isn't full of guys and gals who'd love to raid the Black Orchid."  This was Laura's private term for Nyomi's beautiful pussy, which was of the ornate flappy labia variety, which Laura preferred to think of as a vaginal floral masterpiece.

"There are lots," Nyomi nodded.  "Not that they're in your league.  But I've been so busy . . . and so depressed, to tell the truth . . . that I just couldn't bring myself to . . . what . . . consent?  It's also kinda hard with a ten year old sleeping, or not sleeping, in the next room.  But then you know that.  I bought myself a vibrator instead.  Now I lie in bed at night, after Alana falls asleep, and press the magic vibrating ball against my cooze and dream Laura is fucking me senseless.  Then I yelp a little and twitch, and then fall asleep.  Believe me, it's easier."

Laura nodded grimly.  "Not tonight, Josephine," she said mordantly, unbuttoning the rest of Nyomi's shirt and pulling it open.  "Tonight, excuse me, this afternoon, we're giving the Black Orchid a workout.  You may not be able to walk after I finish with you."

Nyomi grinned.  "Mmmmm, I love it when you talk dirty to me.  What are you going to do, spank me?  Like you did before?  Or handcuff me to the bed?  No one will know but us.  Tell me."

Laura nuzzled her neck and reach behind her under her shirt to unclasp her bra.  "I'm not telling.  I haven't made up my mind yet."

"You know when you spanked me that time . . . and handcuffed me . . . I've never come that hard in my life.  Before or since."

"Memory plays tricks," Laura said.  "Here . . . let's get this off.  I want you naked."

Nyomi stopped talking and let herself be thoroughly kissed and caressed by Laura.  For the next several minutes Laura's mouth and hands were all over her naked upper body, kissing her neck and her collar bones, the deep cleavage between her full round breasts, only slightly smaller as a result of her weight loss.  Nyomi's nipples were large circles, thick centers and wide black areolas, and Laura's tongue and lips and fingers owned every inch of them.  She sucked them and gently gnawed them and pulled the wet, stiff centers with her lips, and drew large chunks of them deep into her mouth, until Nyomi was whimpering and gurgling softly.

"Shit . . ." she finally gasped, looking down at Laura's mouth devouring her breasts, "this was worth the wait."

"I still think we should go into the bed," Laura said, licking her lips as she raised her head momentarily from Nyomi's shiny wet nipples, which she had been trying to swallow.

Nyomi smiled.  "I will . . . if you promise to hold nothing back."

"What about your neighbors?  You don't want them thinking you're a wanton slut, do you?"

"You still have that gag thing, don't you?"

Laura laughed.  "'That gag thing'?  You mean the ball gag that nearly suffocated you that time?"

"I trust you," Nyomi turned docile.  "I know you wouldn't let me suffocate."

Laura kissed her ardently.  "I do have it.  It's in the bag."

"Okay."  Nyomi got up from the sofa and pulled Laura up behind her.  "Let's go.  I'm ready for the whole nine yards.  Only I think I might come about three times in three minutes."

The motion of getting up from the sofa made her scrumptious naked breasts sway and bob away from her body, an enchanting sight that made Laura grasp them again, wanting to continue her feast.  But Nyomi was too fast for her.  She snatched Laura's wrist and pulled her along after her.

"No no.  Not yet.  You can have more in the bedroom."

"I want more now."

"No.  Don't forget the bag."  Nyomi pointed at it on the table, where Laura had left it.  "The bag . . . the bag!"

In the bedroom they quickly undressed each other.  Laura had already taken off Nyomi's shirt and bra, so that she had only to shed her jeans and panties.  Laura wore only jeans and a sweatshirt, with frilly underwear underneath.  "Oooohh, I always love your underwear," Nyomi exclaimed as she skimmed Laura's lace-fringed panties down her legs.  "Now kick."  Laura kicked them free.  "Let me take this off," Nyomi rose and kissed Laura's back as she unclasped her bra.  "I think a little Breast 69 may be in order now, before we tear one another apart."

They pulled down the duvet and fell together onto the bed, now embracing naked for the first time in months.  "First some more kissing," Laura murmured to her, knowing that life didn't get much better than this; smooching naked with a beautiful woman, before commencing a sexual conflagration that was sure to end in crippling ecstasies.

Sometimes with 'Breast 69,' Nyomi's fanciful name for lying at opposite ends to each other, one on the bottom, the other on the top, sucking each other's breasts, there would be a little tussle about who got to be in which position, top or bottom.  But this time everything seemed to flow naturally, with Nyomi first on top, dangling her luscious globes in Laura's face, and moaning more and more loudly as Laura mouth-raped her beautiful big nipples, in turn assaulting Laura's until Laura herself was yelping softly and her thighs were leaping spasmodically off the sheet in frenzied excitement.  Then, without a word, they were exchanging positions, without ever a pause in sucking and kneading and slurping. 

"Oh shit . . ." Nyomi panted after a few minutes of this, "you're making me so horny I'm going to come before we even start fucking."

"Then we better get to it," Laura panted back to her, letting one bulging wet black nipple slip out of her mouth for only a second.

"Spank me and fuck me," Nyomi panted.

"How can I spank you if I'm not mad at you for anything?" Laura asked as she pulled the little valise up closer to them and unzipped it. 

"You can spank me because you love my big black ass and love the feel of it jiggling under your hand."

"I want to fuck you in your big beautiful black ass," Laura said boldly.

She saw how Nyomi was appraising the contents of the valise as Laura poured them out on the sheet.  She had seen the Double Penetrator before, under similar circumstances, and now looked at Laura with a wry but accusatory stare.

"Are you trying to tell me something, girl?  I know what that thing does.  Are you always showing it to me for a reason?"  She was nevertheless grinning while she said this.

"Purely an accident," Laura said, with a deliberate expression that plainly said it was not an accident at all.  She picked it up and began to put it back into the valise, but Nyomi reached out and touched her hand.

"Don't," she said softly to Laura.

"We can use it right now . . . if you're brave enough," Laura said, staring directly into her eyes, hoping she would say yes, feeling at this moment an enormous, swelling, throbbing lust for this beautiful woman and wanting desperately to fuck her in every part of her beautiful body.

And, miracle of miracles, she saw an unmistakable squirt of fiery sexual need flash through Nyomi's stunning grey eyes at the thought of what Laura had suggested.  Whether she was finally coming around to the notion anyway, or whether her months without getting laid had made her horny enough to try anything, she seemed for the first time to be willing.  In the past Laura had finger-fucked Nyomi's asshole now and then in the heat of passionate screwing, and the orgasms had been correspondingly intense; and yet Nyomi had never asked her for more.  Until now.  Though she was not speaking it, Laura could see it in her eyes.  Fuck me every way possible.  Yes.  I'm ready.  Do it.

"I . . . think . . . I am," Nyomi finally said, in a voice almost too soft to hear.  Her astonishing grey eyes were pulsing with hot sex and love, a love Laura recognized.  They had both had a hard time not falling in love.  "But we have to do the spanking and stuff later.  Okay?  I want you to . . . fuck me as romantically as you can."  She pointed.  "With that thing."

Laura nodded.

"And forget everything else but us.  Okay?"

Laura nodded again.  Nyomi ran one forefinger up and down the thinner lower prong of the Double Penetrator.

"It's so long," she said softly.  "Does it go all the way in you?"

She watched as Laura slipped into the apparatus.  "I've got an idea," Laura said to Nyomi.  "I'll lie on my back.  That way, you can be in control and it won't go in any deeper than you want it to."

She had tried this with others, and it usually worked out just fine.  More often than not, however, they got very aroused, even frenzied, and wound up either plunging up and down on the shafts, or sometimes rolling over onto their backs and begging Laura to plough them as hard as possible.  Either way was okay with her.

She settled onto her back, holding the two-shafted monster up perpendicular to her body, while Nyomi straddled her hips with her thighs.  She had already noticed, and commented on, Nyomi's weight loss, but somehow this vantage point made it even more apparent.  This was a big, voluptuous, statuesque woman, but it suddenly seemed that she had a whole new body, slender and svelte, her marvelous round breasts a little smaller than before, not much, but enough to notice.  Her long midriff was flat, and you could even see the outlines of her ribcage when she breathed.  But all in all, Laura mused, wildly fuckable.  If anything, more desirable than ever.

"The new, skinny Nyomi," she smiled, running her fingertips over the ripples of Nyomi's ribs.

"The new, horny Nyomi," Nyomi panted, looking down and with one hand guiding the two up-thrusting prongs toward their two targets.  "Help me with this."

"Here, we need a little oil," Laura said, reaching over for her bag and snatching the small bottle of baby oil from it.

In a few more seconds they had lubricated the bottom probe, and Nyomi had gasped and gurgled and winced as she slowly lowered her body onto them.  Laura watched as her face became transfixed by a curious, unfamiliar paroxysm of intense pleasure mixed with initial discomfort.

"I've never known her when she wasn't horny," she smiled up at her.

Nyomi was still sucking breath, gnawing her lip, grimacing at the feel of being crammed by the two long rods.  "Oh shit," she gasped softly.  "Horny ain't the half of it, darling.  I'm going to come in two seconds!"

"No you're not.  Not if I can help it."

Nyomi was panting seriously by now, and slowly sliding her body up and down on the two shafts.  "I don't think you're going to have anything to do with it.  Why didn't you tell me it was going to feel like this?"

Laura smiled, still holding the two dildos steady.  "What does it feel like?"

"I . . . can't describe it."  Nyomi's eyes rolled up.  She threw her head back a little, which made her luscious breasts thrust outward, and made Laura want to suck and swallow them all over again.  "You can do it harder, though."

But up until now Laura had been doing nothing, except holding on, lending her stationary body to the sexual drama that was unfolding.  She took this as the green light to become more heavily involved and ran her hands up Nyomi's body to the luscious globes, squeezing them more roughly than usual, and upthrusting now with her own pelvis, driving the rods up into Nyomi's body.

"Ungh!  Ungh!  Ommgghh!" Nyomi grunted as the two shafts drove deep into her ass and pussy.  "Oh shit!"

Unfortunately, Laura realized in the middle of this, Nyomi was right: she was going to come in only seconds.  She was so fiercely aroused that she was already shaking, and moaning uncontrollably.  On top of being wildly horny to begin with since she had not been actually fucked for months, she was doubly, triply aroused by the feel of the second shaft up her rectum.  And she was literally coming apart, whooping and cawing and grimacing and pumping in a heatedly frenzy.

"Oh shit . . . fuck me harder, Laura!"

"Oh honey . . . oh honey . . ."

Laura knew, as she had guessed earlier, what Nyomi wanted at this instant, which was to be ploughed and devoured in a hot whirlwind of lust that would literally consume her in seconds.  With a great surge of effort, she had her onto her back in one quick motion, digging her own knees into the mattress to supply the leverage, and began pumping her almost viciously, holding the base of the two prongs tightly in one hand to keep them in place, and thrusting fiercely with her hips to drive both dildos deep into Nyomi.

"Aoowwnngg!  Aaoowwnngg!" Nyomi yelped loudly, twisting and writhing under Laura's heated assault, but also churning her pelvis wildly up to meet Laura's thrusts too.  "Oh god!"

"Yes, baby . . . yes, baby . . ." Laura panted to her, breathing heavily herself as she plunged the Double Penetrator deeply into her over and over again.

"Oh!  Oh!"

Laura didn't know if they had ever fucked in such a wild frenzy as this.  She had done it with others, but with Nyomi they were always, it seemed, guarding against a too vigorous and raucous coupling for fear of waking the sleeping Alana.  But this time there was no Alana, and Nyomi was literally shrieking and squealing now, and in only seconds roaring as a whooping, crushing climax overwhelmed her.

            "AUUNNNGGHHH!" she cried out, with earsplitting intensity.  Her lovely leaner body arched, and shuddered in the air a few inches off the mattress, before falling back to it and writhing in a fit of killing spasms.  "OHHMMMNNGGG!  AUUNNGGHHIIEEE!"

The thrashing and clenching and screaming seemed, to Laura, to go on forever.  Nyomi had, she thought, maybe the longest orgasm she had ever had in Laura's arms, flipping and surging and quivering and groaning until finally her energy gave out, and she lapsed into ragged panting and then soft whimpering, seeming completely blasted and scorched by the experience.  It was many moments before she even tried to speak, during which Laura, propped on her elbows so as to give Nyomi room to breathe, simply waited, kissing her a little with warm tenderness.

"I guess you've been saving that one up," she finally murmured against her smooth dark brown cheek.

Nyomi blinked.  Her amazing grey eyes still throbbed and pulsed with the aftershocks of this crushing orgasm.  "Just for you," she croaked softly.  "Oh god, this thing is a monster!"

The Double Penetrator was still sunk deep inside her body.  "Want me to take it out?" Laura asked softly.

"Not yet.  Kiss me instead.  It feels like your really in me.  Like a man.  Better than a man."

Laura kissed her warmly, and lengthily.  "I'm glad you added the last part.  I might've had to evict you from the sisterhood."

But after a few minutes of this, Laura had to pull it out.  Their position, while excellent for fucking, was not as good for conversation.  "You finally got to fuck me in the ass," Nyomi said with a half-smile as she looked at the wet, shiny prongs of the apparatus while Laura wiped them on the edge of the sheet.  "Was it as good as you hoped?"

"Honey, you have a hall of fame ass," Laura said. 

"That's what Mike used to say.  He kept wanting to jam that huge telephone pole of his up my poor little ass."

"Or poor big ass," Laura corrected her.

Nyomi pouted, but playfully.  "You think it's too big!"

"I think it's a paragon.  So.  Old 'Uncle Mike,'" Laura said, with her tongue poked sideways into her cheek.  Alana had told her about Uncle Mike, and how he had screamed like he was being gored or something when he came while screwing Alana's Mommy.  "He had a big one?"

"God!  Talk about hall of fame.  It hurt like hell."

"I, on the other hand, treat you like a goddess and would never cause you the slightest pain," Laura said, with a droll smile.

"You could tie me to the rack and fuck me blind, and I still wouldn't care."

They snuggled, now that the tempest was past.  For Nyomi, at least.  After a few minutes she began to kiss and caress Laura's breasts.  "I've missed these," she purred.

"They've missed you."

"So pretty . . . so petite.  Not like mine.  Big saggy monsters."  Nyomi frequently fished for compliments.  For a beautiful woman, she was surprisingly insecure.

"On the contrary," Laura said, fondling Nyomi's.  "They are about as perfect as they could be."

"We're a Mutual Breast Adulation Society," Nyomi laughed softly, licking Laura's nipple, then sucking it happily.  "Want me to fuck you with The Thing?"

A few months back, on one of their few other occasions when Alana had been away (was it at Grandma's), Laura had told Nyomi about her affair with Brandi, the six-time Ms. Olympia, body builder supreme, who had now and then fucked Laura with one of her amazing iron-hard thighs while sitting in a chair and rubbing Laura's cunt roughly back and forward on the fierce muscle.  Laura had nearly fainted with shocking ecstasy each time.  And Nyomi, not to be outdone, had been determined to equal this feat, and had pretty much succeeded.

As if to remind of her this incident, Laura ran one finger suggestively down one of Nyomi's splendid, firm dark thighs.  They were not grotesquely over-muscled, like Brandi's, but still plenty strong and hard, though slightly leaner now that Nyomi had lost weight.  Just looking at this one and feeling the coiled strength of the hard long muscle under her fingertip made the pulse quicken in Laura's throat.  Nyomi had pushed her down into the sofa cushions and raped her forcibly with it, egged on each instant by Laura, until Laura had exploded in an orgasm she now thought was scarcely equaled in shattering power by any other she had ever experienced.  Who would not want that again?

"You want it again?" Nyomi asked quietly, seeing the expression on Laura's face as she stared down at the magnificent thigh under her finger.

"You're a mind reader," Laura almost whispered, her words getting caught up in the rough breathing that was clogging her throat.

"You want to go in the living room and use the chair?  Or do it right here?"

"I don't think I can wait," Laura breathed, stretching her body and sensually scissoring Nyomi's hips with her legs.  "I think I need it fast.  And hard.  You think you can do that?"

"Mmmm," Nyomi hummed in anticipation, still slurping and sucking Laura's excited nipples.  "I did it before, didn't I?"

"You did.  You nearly made me faint."

"Better watch out.  This time I might succeed," Nyomi warned her softly, maneuvering the thigh Laura had moments ago been caressing with her finger into place in Laura's groin, between her yawning thighs.

Laura reached down with both hands to spread her pussy lips open.  She wanted to feel the full impact of Nyomi's hard, sleek thigh against the aching wet furrow of her cunt.  And she was not disappointed.  Nyomi had done this to her before and knew precisely what Laura required, that she was not joking: she wanted to be crunched and pulverized by this smooth, hard muscle.  But Nyomi was also not going to deliver on her promise immediately.

She watched Laura's face intently as her thigh muscle made contact with the splayed open runny furrow of Laura's aroused pussy.  Laura's eyes rolled up.

"Unnhhh!"

"Mmmm, you like that," Nyomi smiled. 

"Oh god, yes!"

"You want it hard?"  Nyomi look Laura's lower lip between her teeth and made as if to gnaw it, but only lightly.  "You want to be fucked and destroyed by the giant thunder thigh?"

Laura's excitement was interrupted by her own brief flood of laughter, a mild outburst.  "It's not so giant any more," she laughed.  "You're too skinny."

"I wish," Nyomi said, bearing down with her thigh, as if to stop all conversation.

And all conversation did stop.  Laura felt the long, hard, smooth muscle of Nyomi's thigh bite into the exposed wet flesh of her pussy with enough force to make the breath momentarily leave her body.  Nyomi, determined apparently to waste no time, and knowing how hair-trigger Laura could be, slid her hands down Laura's body to her hips and held the steady while vigorously rubbing her hard thigh muscle up and down in the splayed groove of Laura's aching cunt until Laura was writhing and groaning and juddering underneath her.  They both knew it would be a whirlwind, and they were not mistaken.  Seconds after this started Laura could feel the orgasm welling up inside her lower body like a balloon being wildly pumped full of air and ready to burst.

"Arrnngghhh!  Ohnmmmnngggg!" she groaned, gasping for air, churning her pelvis under the crunching attack of Nyomi's hard thigh, feeling the smooth muscle mash into her pussy so hard that she could barely move.   "Owwnngghhmmmnnn!" she howled.  "Oh shit!  Yes honey yes!"

But Nyomi did not respond in words.  She was seriously focused on the attempt to make Laura come unbelievably.  She was intent on fucking her and obliterating her with fierce passion, and her focus paid off quickly as Laura began to come in fiery bursts of excruciating pleasure.

"Mnnngghhhiiieeee!" Laura squealed as the climax ripped through her surging body.  "Oh!  Mnnnggghiiieee!  Oh shit!  Oh god!"

Her body flexed and throbbed with huge pulsations of wrenching pleasure, even after Nyomi stopped pumping and crunching her.  Nyomi seemed almost alarmed by the fury of Laura's orgasm, though it appeared to equal the last one she had given Laura during this act, months ago.  She held Laura tightly until the last tremors waned, and Laura's breathing slowed to nearly normal.

"God, honey, you really let that one rip," she murmured against Laura's cheek. 

"If you get off me, you rapist, I'll be able to breathe better," Laura joked in a half-destroyed tone.

Nyomi rolled to the side, slipping out from between Laura's thighs, wiping her own (The Devastator, Laura named it in her mind while watching) on the edge of the sheet.  "I was afraid I was doing it too hard."

Laura smiled wanly.  "Darling, if you make me come like that you can hammer me to hell and back.  I'm just glad the little one wasn't here to eavesdrop on us.  After all, she says 'Auntie Laura moans soft.'"

"I know.  And 'Mommy moans loud.'  Guess I got you up into my league that time."

The rest of the afternoon, or at least the next two hours, were spent in relentless and exhaustive fucking, since they knew Alana's play date would be over soon.  By the time they picked her up at her friend's house and brought her back home, they were both aching and sweetly fatigued from the hours of amazing, insatiable sex and willing to give it a rest for awhile.  Laura played with Alana, and Nyomi cooked up dinner for the three of them, reprising the happy domesticity they had enjoyed in the old days.

Laura stayed the night, since she had pre-arranged for the teenage girl who lived next door to take care of the cats.  She and Nyomi cuddled in the dark in Nyomi's bed, an hour or so after Alana went to sleep.  They were naked but too tired to resume the sexual marathon.  But in about an hour, after dozing, they awoke, unable to keep their hands off each other.  Laura's were all over Nyomi's naked body, and vice versa. 

"I can't believe we fucked and fucked, and we still want more," Laura panted into her neck.

"Who this 'we' you speak of, Kemosabe?" Nyomi teased, nibbling Laura's ear.

"You mean you don't want more?"

"Only kidding, darling," Nyomi panted.  "If you keep that up, I'm going to come."

Laura was gently fucking Nyomi's very wet pussy with two fingers.  "You mean you still can?  After this afternoon?"

"Try me," Nyomi clutched her and gyrated her pelvis into Laura's hand.

"Why don't you do it to me too, and we'll come together?"

"You think we can do that?"  Nyomi immediately took up Laura's suggestion and dropped one hand to Laura's crotch.  "Ooooohhhh, you are sooooo wet!"

"I think we can give it a shot," Laura panted.

For the next few minutes they fell silent, but their hands continued to move.  They kissed.  Laura could not keep her mouth away from Nyomi's gorgeous breasts.  She only realized how aroused they were both becoming when she heard the bed springs.

"Are you going to come?" she asked Nyomi, plunging her fingers more and more vigorously into Nyomi's gooey warm pussy, and mashing her clit with the edge of her hand.

"Yes!  You?"

"I . . . think . . . so!  Ungghhh!  Yes!  Do it fast!"

"Aahhnnnggg!" Nyomi groaned, now louder.

"Shhhh!  You'll wake her!"

"I . . . can't help it."

"Yes, you can.  Here . . . put your face in my neck."

But it was too late for that.  Nyomi started climaxing before she could even bend her own neck forward, and Laura was not far behind, only seconds.  But mercifully neither one cried out.  Instead, they whimpered and clung fiercely together and shuddered happily in unison, completely locked in a harmonious ecstasy, gasping softly and rocking gently and mewling until it was over. 

"Oh god, we're getting good at this . . ." Laura finally whispered against Nyomi's shoulder, then kissed her way up Nyomi's neck to her face, which she found wet with tears.

"I know," Nyomi wept softly.  "Just in time for you to leave."

Laura wiggled against her.  "I'm not going anywhere."  She kissed Nyomi's damp cheeks.  "We are going to get some sleep and then do this again."

"Promise?"

Laura kissed her forehead.  Don't say you love me, darling.  Please don't.

"You know how I feel about you," Nyomi finally said, almost inaudibly.

"I know."

"Do you feel that way at least a little about me?"

"More than a little.  Now, get some sleep so I can fuck your brains out one more time before dawn."

"Okay."

 

 

 

 

 

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