[Deshona]
She had a powerful craving to see
Deshona Reed.� She knew it had a lot to
do with Makeeda's absence, since Laura and Deshona had once been in love, long
before Makeeda had entered the picture, and Laura would not feel as comfortable
seeing her if Makeeda were in town.� She
wondered a little why this sharp craving, since her fairly persistent lustful
needs were being taken care of by Shelley, and by the new darling Allisha, whom
she managed to see again the night after their first tryst, and who was amazing
in her stamina and exuberant interest in more lesbian fucking.
A little reflection told her that
it was this very intensity of her feeling for Makeeda that had made her thoughts
and cravings paradoxically drift to Deshona.�
She had felt varying degrees of genuine love for a few women before
Makeeda; certainly most for Sara; but for Dawn and Deshona a deep emotion
nearly as strong.� Her experience with
Deshona especially had been such a complicated affair, its very complexity
adding to its eroticism since Deshona had been initially cold, businesslike,
aloof, and unapproachable.� She had
rejected Laura at first.� Laura had been
plunged into the deepest despair and longing.
Then, unaccountably, Deshona had
capitulated.� 'I like you,' she had said
to Laura.� I like you.� Who would not feel her heart soar?� I like you too! she
had wanted to shout.� I desperately want
to fuck with you, but right now I don't even care about that, because I'm so
flummoxed that you like me.� You want to
kiss me.� Or at least you want to let me
kiss you.
They had gone up in flames together
countless times since then.� Deshona
still had a cold and aloof exterior, but when she was around Laura she became a
horny lesbian slut.� It thrilled Laura to
see the transformation: this gorgeous, intelligent, self-possessed, even
elegant business woman, so well-dressed and almost aristocratic, suddenly
quivering inside with the need to rub her naked flesh against Laura's.� Neither of them would ever forget the night Deshona,
drunk after a terrible fight with Charles in a restaurant, had dropped by
Laura's old apartment, saying that she needed some 'hot lesbian screwing' to
help her forget.� Just as Laura was about
to oblige her, she passed out and did not revive until morning, whereupon they
had nearly eaten each other alive, despite Deshona's roaring hangover
headache.� Just remembering it made Laura
pant.
Over time the demands of Deshona's
career, as well as her initial ambivalence toward her despicable ex-husband,
had put a strain on her love affair with Laura that inevitably weakened
it.� Laura had met Dawn, and Sara,
eventually Makeeda, while still seeing Deshona occasionally.� She wondered if either of them could ever
give up the other permanently.�
She sent her an obscure, playful
email she was sure only Deshona would understand:
I
dream of the melons and The Emperor.� Say
hello to Molly and Jill.� Call me.
The following evening her phone
rang.�
"I'm in Tucson.
�I got your email."� She laughed softly into the phone, waiting
for Laura to reply.
"Tucson?� Things must be pretty dull there."
"They're not.� I have a girlfriend who lives here.� She also likes melon."
"You darling,
delicious little slut.� I'm dying
to bury my face in your sweet honeypot.�
When will you be back?
Deshona laughed.� "The way you sound, I should hop the redeye
tonight."
"Do they have a redeye from Tucson?"
Laura teased.�
"Seriously, I could be back by midday tomorrow.� God, Laura, you don't know how that email got
to me."� She lowered her voice to a
whisper.� "I got wet just reading it."
"Guess what I'm doing right now?"
Laura asked seductively.
"Cut it out, you bitch," Deshona
laughed.� "Tormenting
me that way.� You'll just drive me
back into the arms of Lupe.� Better watch
out."
"I'm dying for you," Laura
confessed, truthfully.� For the moment
she had forgotten all about Makeeda.�
There was something about this old, deep friendship and sexual
connection that was deeply compelling.�
"I'm dying to see you.� It's not
just sex."
"A likely story.� Anyway, I thought you were involved."
Laura could not remember if Deshona
knew about Makeeda, or was referring to Sara.�
Their affection for each other was so firm and deep that she often
kidded Laura about her various amours, now clearly having a few of her own to
balance them, no longer jealous, as she had once been fiercely of Randi.
"She's out of town for a few days."
"Guess I better hurry back while
you still have time for me," Deshona said, a little sharply.
"I'd hate to live in a world where
you weren't in it," Laura said softly.�
"My sentiments
exactly, darling.� I will call you
from the airport.� Maybe you can drive
down to my place.� You know, leave a
little early from work?� Will that
imperious cunt Rhonda let you off?"
"She's in Montreal.� She won't have a word to say about it."
"Okay, darling," Deshona
breathed.� "Eat some oysters or
something.� Take some vitamins.� I'm going to wear you out."
True to her word, Deshona took the
first flight she could get home from Tucson
and called Laura at work in the late morning of the following day.� Laura took the afternoon off and drove to Burlingame
to Deshona's house in the woods.� Molly,
Deshona's small dog, acted like Laura had returned from the dead, wreathing her
in a cacophony of affectionate barking and wagging.� Deshona was wearing shorts and a thin red
top, since it was a hot day.� She had
short but beautifully shaped dark brown legs that Laura had run her lips over
hungrily many times in the past and wanted to do again, right now.
"You're looking at me like a man
does, Laura," Deshona warned her.�
Nevertheless, her black eyes flickered with pleasure and excitement, and
her expressive mouth made a small, sensual curl.
"He probably wants to do the same
thing I want to do," Laura murmured back as Deshona let her in the front door,
and Molly swarmed at her feet.
Neither one of them moved from the
door as Deshona closed and locked it with the deadbolt.� They enjoyed this fencing.� "And what would that be?" Deshona asked, with
faux solemnity.
Once�it had been another time
neither would ever forget, during Deshona's niece Taneesha's visit, when
Taneesha had left only moments earlier in Deshona's Mercedes for the mall�they
had fallen to the floor in this very spot and fucked in a hot, squealing
maelstrom, scattering their clothes everywhere and consuming each other in a
scorching frenzy on the oriental rug.� Laura
knew they were both wondering if they would do that again, any second.
She saw from Deshona's eyes that
she was remembering the same moment.� And
yet, having done that in the past seemed to release them from having to do it
all over again.� They could take their
time.� In fact, it was fun to take their
time.� They could tempt one another.� They could flirt.� They could thrust and parry and tease.� They had done it for so long together that it
was almost second nature.� They could
build the sexual tension until it was almost dangerous before giving in to it
and suddenly clawing each other with desperate lust.
Deshona first broke their locked
eyes.� She smiled mysteriously and took
Laura's hand, drawing her into the house.�
"Let's put Molly in a safe place," she murmured.
"Good idea."
Last time, Laura remembered, Molly
had been rather traumatized by these two grown human females snuffling and
grunting and gasping naked on the floor, the dog's true domain.� She had circled them warily when they were
finished, as if wondering what fit of madness had briefly seized them.�
Laura could feel her pussy slowly
melting.� She followed Deshona for a few
steps.
"You wait here," Deshona said.� "I'll be right back."
"I know the way to the bedroom," Laura flirted aggressively.
Deshona turned, smiled, raising one
marvelous eyebrow.� "That's right . . .
you do."� She let her smoking black eyes
linger on Laura's mouth.� "Meet you
there."
Deshona's bedroom was immaculate
and severely neat, the bedspread taut, the dresser tops gleaming and clean, the
blinds tilted just enough to let a faint spray of sunshine through.� Since she was often away,
and also since she could afford it, Deshona had a cleaning woman who kept
everything this perfect.� How nice to
have money, Laura thought wistfully.� No
house cleaning to get in the way of your sex life.
She waited.� Deshona took a little while.� When she finally showed up, she was carrying
a bottle of champagne and two champagne glasses.� Laura smiled.
"A little early in the day for
that," she commented softly.
Deshona shook her head, setting
everything down on the bedstand.� "We are
celebrating our annual reunion."
"Oh, it hasn't been that long,"
Laura scoffed.
"Feels like a year," Deshona said,
straightening up, hands free.� "Feels like longer."
Laura came into her arms.� "It's so nice to be missed."
"You must've missed me too.� Or you wouldn't have called."
"I didn't call.� I emailed you."
"Same thing."
"If I had called, I might have
caught you while you and 'Lupe' were doing the Big Nasty.� Who's Lupe?�
Last time we talked, it was Jill."
Deshona smiled mysteriously.� "You're the one who got me into this," she
murmured, her eyelids growing heavier as they both succumbed to the sensuality
beating in their blood.� "And now you
want to know every detail of my sex life away from you?"
"Yes," Laura breathed, brushing her
lips against Deshona's.� "Every detail.� It
makes me want to fuck you better than they ever could."
Deshona giggled nervously, turning
briefly into a charming, shy young girl, embarrassed by Laura's bluntness.� But she quickly recovered.� "You don't have to worry about that," she
half-whispered.� "You've already got the
trophy in that department.� The others
are sweet . . . but you saw how I came running back
from Arizona the minute you
called.� It's almost embarrassing."
"Oh gosh," Laura joked.� "Now I have to live up to your expectations."
Deshona smiled and broke their
embrace gently.� She reached for the
champagne bottle.� "No kissing until we
have our little toast.� I know all about
kissing you.� It's lethal."
Laura watched her wrap a white hand
towel around the neck of the bottle and struggle with the cork until it
popped.� Wet, frothy champagne gurgled
and spurted out of the opened bottle onto the towel.� Both of them could not suppress a laugh.
"God, it reminds me so much of a
cock," Deshona said.
"Reminds me of the Emperor . . . excuse
me, I mean the Empress," Laura said.� She
had whimsically renamed the huge strap-on dildo Deshona had bought.
Deshona smirked as she mopped up
the small mess and poured champagne into the two glasses.� "I'm afraid I have bad news about the
Empress. �I left him . . . her? . . . back in Baltimore
with Jill."
Laura made a long face,
playfully.� "Oh dear, we'll have to make
do without.� I wonder if we can think of
anything else to do."
Deshona gave her a mock frown.� "Anyway, the Emperor doesn't spurt.� Not like this."
Laura leaned her face so close to
Deshona's that she could take her full lower lip between her teeth.� Neither one had yet drunk a sip of
champagne.� "I'll bet I can make you spurt," Laura breathed again.
This was a not-so-veiled reference
to the fact that Deshona frequently, especially when
wildly aroused as the result of a hot, frantic fuck, gushed herself, a fact
that usually embarrassed her deeply but thrilled Laura.� She seemed to quake inwardly at Laura's
words, as if they had physically wrenched her.�
For a second her eyes went glassy.
Then she pulled back as Laura
released her lip.� "No kidding.� God, how could I live without you," she said
in a hushed voice.�
Something Allisha had also said to
Laura, who decided not to trot out the same answer, or get too deep about
it.� She raised her glass and
smiled.� "Here's to the Ice Queen and the
match.� I'm the match."
"You sure are," Deshona said with a
chastened but also amused expression as she too raised her glass.� "Friends and lovers forever, no matter who we
might fall for in between?"
Laura nodded.� How could she refuse such a toast?� They clinked their
glasses and drank.� It was expensive
champagne, real French champagne.�
Deshona always had the best.
Laura drained her glass and put it
down next to the bottle.� Deshona had
only drunk half.� "You better drink it
all," Laura told her.� "It'll go flat
before I let you get to it again."
Deshona could not prevent a broad
grin from spreading over her face.� "God,
I've missed you."
She too drained her glass.� Laura's hands were under her shirt before she
even finished setting the empty glass on the bedstand.� Laura ran them up Deshona's peerless back to
her bra clasp.� She quickly unfastened it
and slid her hands forward and under the bra to cup the round, hard miracles of
Deshona's extraordinary breasts.
"Oh god, the melons," she murmured,
squeezing them.�
Deshona's eyes never left Laura's
but now seemed like glowing embers.�
Laura pulled her shirt and her now loose bra up under her chin.� "You better let me take the bedspread down,"
Deshona murmured as if in a trance.
But Laura was not stopping.� Already she had dropped her head and buried
her face in the deep cleavage between Deshona's naked breasts.� They were amazing round globes, so big for a
petite woman like her, and phenomenally firm.�
Laura remembered how they were so firm that you had to struggle to suck
Deshona's nipple completely into your mouth, a struggle she herself always
relished and craved.
She cradled them in her palms and
began feverishly licking Deshona's wide brown areolas and flicking the rising
centers with the tip of her tongue.�
Deshona panted and stroked Laura's hair with one hand, very reluctant to
stop her.� Laura moved both hands to one
luscious brown globe and guided Deshona's nipple into her mouth.� She sucked it hard.
"Mmmnnneee!"
Deshona squealed softly.� "God . . . you
suck so hard!"
"Oh . . . sorry," Laura gasped,
letting the wet, shiny, dark nipple go for an instant before devouring it
hungrily again.� "Too
hard?"
"Unhhhh!� Oh!� No
. . . I guess not too hard.� God, it
feels good."
"How about this
one?"
"Unh!� Unh!"� Deshona's fingers dug through Laura's thick
hair into her scalp.� "Yes,
that one too!� Unh!� You know, you're the one who taught me this
could feel so good."
"Ummmm.� Does Lupe suck your breasts like this?" Laura
asked, now slurping and assaulting them with gathering lust.
"She does now.� After I told her to . . . unhhhhh!� Oh shit!"
"I love your body," Laura panted,
ravishing Deshona's naked breasts with hot sucking kisses.
"Ah!" Deshona gasped, wriggling
half-free, laughing excitedly.� "Please
leave some of it for me.� I need this
body."
"I need it too," Laura growled
playfully, pulling her down on top of the taut bedspread.
"Let me pull it down . . . let me
pull it down," Deshona insisted.� "You're
going to wreck my bedspread."
"Oh, okay," Laura relented,
reluctantly.�
Together she and Deshona pulled
down the bedspread.� Laura was unable to
keep her eyes off Deshona's bobbing, swaying naked breasts during this
procedure.� Deshona's jutting dark brown
nipples were hard and still glossy with Laura's saliva.� As soon as the bedspread and blanket were
squared away, they quickly stripped and fell together in a near-desperate embrace
on the bare sheet.
"Oh god, this is heaven!" Deshona
gasped as Laura again began to devour her smooth naked flesh.� This time she fought back, sucking Laura's
neck, squeezing Laura's breasts, running one hand down into Laura's crotch.� "Ooooh honey, you a wet little white girl,"
she giggled.
Deshona, very
refined and self-controlled, never talked 'ebonics' except in the most relaxed
and playful of circumstances.� She
seemed at the moment almost bubbling over with delight, as well as sexual
excitement.
"Wet for you," Laura panted.� "I want a taste of the world's most beautiful
pussy."
Deshona smiled but grabbed her
before Laura could descend too far down her squirming naked body.� "Hold on there a moment.� You always get your way.� You're very pushy, Laura, did you know
that?� I have my needs too."
Laura smiled and stopped her
descent.� "And what are those?"
"Plenty of time for tasting,"
Deshona said in a slightly prim way.� "I
want to show you something I've learned . . . that really gets me off.� I'll bet it will get you off too."
"Looking in your eyes gets me off,"
Laura panted.� "Kiss me first.� You haven't kissed me at all."
Deshona smirked.� "Well . . ." she drawled sexily, "I guess I
could go for a little kissing.� You're
such a good kisser."
If their first naked embrace was
heaven, this was the seventh degree of paradise.� Since they had fucked often in the past and
were certainly about to undertake a marathon of fucking in the next few hours,
they could take their time kissing, and they did.� Their mouths met slowly in a calm,
exploratory reacquaintance.� Their kiss
was patient and emotional, but during it Laura could feel every place on her
body where Deshona's naked flesh was touching it.� She knew Deshona was feeling the same thing.
They kissed and moved ever so
slightly together just to enjoy the feel of their nipples touching, mashing
together, their bellies rubbing, their thighs tensing and sliding against each
other, their fingertips digging into each other's resilient warm flesh. �Laura had forgotten how well they could kiss,
but she was quickly reminded of it as their tongues coiled together and their
mouths almost effortlessly curved and blended.�
This kiss seemed to take an hour, and neither one was eager to have it
cease.
Finally, Laura murmured against her
open lips: "Okay, what have you got to show me?"
�"I don't know whether I'm finished kissing you
yet," Deshona murmured, her eyelids heavy with sex.� "I might want to kiss you for another hour or
so."
"That's okay with me," Laura
whispered back.� "But I may just come in
the middle of it.� You're getting me so
hot."
"Oh good," Deshona snickered.� "Just what we need for our
purpose."� She pulled back a
little and maneuvered her legs to scissor Laura's in a conventional trib position,
with both of them half-sitting, leaning back on their elbows.� "First, we do what you taught me long
ago.� Pussies kissing.� I almost die when I feel your pussy kissing
mine."
"Mmmm, I remember when you wouldn't
even say the word 'pussy,'" Laura flirted.�
"You've come a long way, Miss Ice Queen."
"Quiet . . ." Deshona cautioned
her, still unable to resist a sexy smirk as she moved her pelvis forward,
guiding her crotch into Laura's.� "I want
to feel it . . . just when . . . ahhhhhh!�
Just then! �Oh god . . . it's
heaven when I feel them touch!"
"Unhhhhh!"
Laura half-groaned too, feeling her body sag with unbearable happiness too at
that precise moment.� "Oh . . . you're
right."
She and Deshona had fucked this way
many times, and the memory of all those times seemed concentrated into this one
infinitesimal moment, stirring their emotions as well as their surging sexual
juices.� They began to swirl their groins
gently against each other, reaching down with their fingers to splay their wet,
swollen cunt lips further, to ensure the broadest intimate contact.
"I . . . love doing . . . this,"
Deshona panted.� "But it's always a . . .
little hard . . . for me to come this way.�
It takes . . . a lot longer.� So,
I like to start this way but . . . Lupe showed me this."
Her black eyes were glazed with
sexual heat as she moved her body a little to the side so that she was
straddling Laura's thigh with both of her own.�
Of course, in this position Laura's thighs were also clamping Deshona's,
and she got the message immediately.� She
also instantaneously knew the truth of what Deshona was saying.� This way, rubbing your cunt against the hard
thigh muscle of your lover, you could pump harder and come faster.�
God knows, I've done it, Laura
thought.� She had done it on Sara's big,
beautiful thighs more than once.� And of
course the ultimate in that experience had been her repeated 'thigh-rapes' by
Ms. Olympia Brandi Pearson's flexing steel thigh, which had crushed and
crunched Laura's poor pussy into excruciating, gagging, rupturing orgasms on
countless occasions.� Just the memory of
these, as well as the frantic crescendo of Deshona's lust as she vigorously
rubbed her wet pussy up and down, faster and faster, on Laura's thigh, was
enough to bring Laura herself to the brink in under
thirty seconds.
Oh god, it's happening too fast! she thought, characteristically never wanting to reach the
pinnacle too soon, especially the first time, wanting it to build and swell and
expand until neither one could bear the pressure any longer before it shattered
them.� On the other hand, Deshona was
gasping and grunting and pumping crazily, and Laura did not want to be beaten
to the finish line.� She clamped her own
thighs tightly on Deshona's and began surging and bucking and pumping furiously
herself, feeling the hard muscle of Deshona's shapely thigh slide in the greasy
groove of her gaping pussy, feeling her throbbing clit jam into it with each
frantic thrust.
"Unh . . . unh .
. . unh!" Laura grunted, knowing she was about to come too, feeling her
suddenly sweaty body merge with Deshona's squirming, struggling flesh, hearing
Deshona's wild whoops and moans in her ears, feeling Deshona's breasts suddenly
mashing into hers again as Deshona shifted her body to be face to face with
Laura.
"Oh Laura . . . I'm going to come .
. . are you?" Deshona asked through her feverish panting, her eyes wild with
the sparks of her arriving orgasm.
"God yes!"
Laura gasped, feeling her body quiver deep within as the first flames of her
climax began to spurt through her.
"Kiss me, honey . . ." Deshona
gasped at the last second.
But it was impossible.� In the midst of trying to kiss Laura she
began to come and could do nothing but slump forward, twitching and writhing,
crying out in a great burst of killing pleasure.
"Unnggghmmnmnngghiiieeee!" she
cried out.� "Ohhnnggg
god!� Ummngghh!� Auunngghhh!"
Laura was very close behind, only a
few seconds, erupting in sharp, volcanic spasms as a huge, wrenching orgasm pummeled
her.� "Ohhnnngggg!� Ummnngghh!�
Ooohhhmmnnggiiiee!" she wailed, feeling her body flip and almost
jackknife under Deshona, her thighs clamping Deshona's in a fierce grip as she
pumped her way wildly through a long, exhausting climax.
Both of them were so drained by
this sudden and piercing event that they could barely move for a long
time.� They lay there, Deshona on top of
Laura, still panting and tingling and enjoying every waning sensation of this
beautiful moment.�
"I'm sorry . . . I must be crushing
you," Deshona finally murmured, raising her head, briefly but very sensually
kissing Laura's mouth.
"It's not as if you're very heavy,"
Laura smiled.� "I love the feel of you on
top of me."
"I think my pussy is glued to your
leg," Deshona said, with a playful grimace.�
"What a way to go through life.�
I'll have to introduce you at all my meetings."
Laura played along with a mock
serious face.� "Plus, everyone will know
that you like girls."� She rubbed her own
thigh gently up into Deshona's pussy, then her own pussy against Deshona's hard
thigh muscle.� "You know, if we stay here like this we may get another good orgasm
or two going in just a few minutes."
Deshona kissed her again.� "Think we should pause and drink some more
champagne first."� She disentangled her
body from Laura's and rolled off her onto the mattress.� "We don't want to squander all our energies
in the first hour.� God, I want to spend
days with you."�
She wiped off the shiny cunt juices
on her leg and Laura's with the edge of the sheet.� This time, at least, she had not released one
of her gushers.
Laura put her fingertip on
Deshona's nose.� "Sorry.� I have to be back in the office tomorrow
morning at eight sharp.� Clients from London.� We have to get in
as much hot lesbian screwing as we can today and tonight, while I'm here."
Deshona nuzzled her neck.� "I don't think that'll be hard," she
purred.� "So . . . tell me about your
love life."
It turned out that Laura had not
seen her since the breakup from Sara and the advent of Makeeda into her
life.� She explained it to Deshona in
detail.� Deshona smirked at her.
"You will fall in love, won't you.� You can't just have a happy little
dalliance.� Or even a long-term deep
fuck-angel friendship like ours."
"I was in love with you once,"
Laura reminded her, almost wistfully.
Deshona continued to smirk, but
this time fondly and ruefully both at the same time.� "And I was in love with you.� Still am, a little, if you want to know the
truth."
"Me too," Laura smiled warmly.� "But with Makeeda it's different."
Deshona nodded and shrugged.� "I know.�
I understand.� She's one lucky
woman to have you.� Although if she
screams like I do when you fuck her, she won't be singing long.� You'll wreck that treasure of a voice."� She shrugged again.� "As long as I can see you
once in a while.� Like this."
"I'm trying to be good," Laura
explained.� "Faithful, you know.� But I don't think I could ever turn my back
on you."
"Hope not."
"She doesn't scream much," Laura
added, caressing her marvelous bare shoulder with two fingers. �"She faints.�
Or almost faints.� She has these
orgasms that worry me, they're so deep.� Like she almost stops breathing."
Deshona grinned.� "Lucky girl in two ways,
then.� She has Laura, and Laura
makes her swoon.� No wonder she's in love
with you."
"Now your turn," Laura said,
wriggling up closer to her, letting one hand fall to Deshona's marvelous
breasts, caressing them but not in a sexually aggressive way, more with deep
tenderness.� "Tell me about Lupe.� Flashing black eyes and ruby lips,
right?� Fiery Mexican
temperament.� Spicy
hot in bed."
"You aren't too far from the mark,"
Deshona laughed uncomfortably.� She did
not like talking about intimate matters, even when pressed by Laura.�
So Laura backed off.� She sat up and poured each of them another
half-flute of champagne.� "Don't want to
get you too drunk.� You'll pass out on me
again and I'll have to wait until morning."
They clinked
their glasses and gave each other a meaningful, scorching, sexual stare.� "Lupe is the daughter of one of my clients,"
Deshona finally said, softly, reflectively, as if she were reliving their first
acquaintance.
"Ooohhh, robbing the cradle, are
we?" Laura teased.
Deshona shook her head.� "Actually, she's about our age.� Maybe thirty, thirty-one.� You were right about the last part,
though.� She's a firecracker in the
sack.� I never met anyone as hot as you
until I met Lupe."
"Uh oh," Laura grinned.� "Competition."
"I have to have someone to melt the ice now that you're
involved with the singer," Deshona mock-pouted.�
"Next thing you know you'll be moving to Canada
and getting married to her, knowing the way you are."
Laura set her champagne flute down
again on the bed stand.� She carefully
took Deshona's and set it there too.�
Then she wrestled her down on the mattress and pinched one firm round
ass cheek very hard.� The two of them
struggled and laughed and played at fighting.
"The way I am!" Laura laughed.� "What do you mean by that?� I'm just what you like.� Just what you crave."
"Owwchh!"
Deshona gasped.� Tears had leapt to her
eyes, and yet she was smiling and laughing too, wriggling out of Laura's
grasp.� "Don't you touch me, you
bitch.� Turning your
back on me for a mere singer!"�
She was laughing so hard she could barely get the words out.
They quickly fell into a kiss that
threatened to consume the remainder of the afternoon, a slow, sensual,
emotional kiss that had no urgency to it, only deep tenderness and love and
simmering passion.� They had already
slaked their initial physical needs and could now take the time to express the
extraordinary depth of their feeling for one another.�
"You're the one who invited me down
here so you could fuck me," Laura finally purred drowsily, stopping their
interminable kiss for a brief moment.�
"You shouldn't be calling me a bitch.�
Unless, of course, you're trying to provoke me into a
good . . . pinch . . . or a hard spanking."
Deshona looked at her
meaningfully.� Laura had given her a hard
spanking once before, in this very bed, followed by a thorough and emotional
fisting that had been one of their most intense sexual experiences ever.� Never mind that the presence of Taneesha
eavesdropping from the living room rather spoiled the memory for both of
them.� It had still be a stirring,
unforgettable moment, and Laura could see in Deshona's shiny, sexually swirling
black eyes that she was remembering it in detail too.
"Not the spanking . . ." Deshona
murmured after a pause.� "But maybe the
other . . ."
"What . . . the pinch?" Laura
teased her, knowing what she meant but enjoying the banter.
Deshona shook her head slowly,
solemnly.� She reached down and grasped
one of Laura's arms by the wrist, raising it between them, then
running her fingertip along the bumps of Laura's knuckles.� "You have such a beautiful . . . small . . .
hand."
"Mmmm, I think you want to get
kinky," Laura whispered.
Deshona was dead serious.� "Nobody ever did that to me but you.� Not since then.� Certainly not before.� I was . . . a little horrified at first.� Until I realized how it felt."
"It seems so . . . perverted, but
it's really so emotional.� Right?"
Deshona nodded slowly.� "Have you done it with the singer?"
Laura shook her head.� "I'd be afraid she'd think I was twisted or
something.� I have to wait a while."
Deshona smirked and squirmed a
little.� "Good.� That means I've got something from you she
hasn't got."� She leaned forward and
kissed Laura's cheek sensually.� "I want
you to do it to me.� I'm already wet
again just thinking about it."
Laura realized that she was
too.� This woman can make me a sopping
mess in only a few seconds, she thought.�
They kissed again, another interminable one,
though this time their hands were busy too, as they had not been during the
first interminable kiss.� Laura's hands,
as usual, could not stay away�
from Deshona's incredibly round breasts.� But soon one found its way down to her
crotch.� Deshona parted her thighs to
give Laura easier access.
"Oh no," Laura murmured to her, "you're not getting the full treatment yet, not until I can
worship the world's most beautiful pussy a little at close range.� I dream of this pussy," she cooed, sliding
down Deshona's small but voluptuous body.
"You . . . are a liar," Deshona
panted, half-laughing.� "You'll say
anything to get your fist inside me, won't you."
"Oh, but I've been invited," Laura
grinned.� "I don't have to beg.� I don't have to whine and plead.� I just have to do what comes naturally."
"Or unnaturally," Deshona laughed
out loud this time, her eyes rolling up as Laura's lips found her puckered and
buttery vulva.� "Ahhnnn!"
Laura had not been lying, or
teasing.� She truly believed that Deshona
had a most exquisitely beautiful pussy.� Makeeda
might astonish one by her physical perfection, and certain others in Laura's
experience�Jane, for example, or Charise�had vaginas so beautifully shaped and
proportioned that they were nearly the equal of Deshona's.� But only hers had the sculptured, shell-like
beauty of a pristine form, parabolic in shape and bright dark pink inside, now
all shiny with flowing juices.� She was a
copious lubricator, and though her earlier orgasm had not resulted in the
gusher she was frequently capable of, it looked to Laura now like she was
warming up to one.� The aromatic cunt
nectars were glistening and running inside the puckered sleeve of this woman's
marvelous love trench.
"Oh god, I love your beautiful
pussy," she sighed to Deshona as she ran her tongue all over the black outer
lips.�
Another marvelous thing about this gorgeous
blossoming crotch flower was that though Deshona was brown, her pussy lips were
as black as midnight. This was not
always the case.� Arthell, for instance,
who was various delightful shades of brown all over her body, also had a dark
brown pussy.� Girls like Dawn, who was
pitch black herself all over, naturally had a very black pussy.� But Deshona was a fascinating mixture, her
pussy black as ebony but the surrounding skin a rich, glowing brown, and Laura
luxuriated in kissing and licking all of it.
Deshona, knowing that what she
craved was coming eventually, and that there was no rushing Laura when she got
into this sexual worship mode, lay back and yielded her body completely,
moaning softly as Laura's eager tongue explored each soft fold and crevice of
her aroused pussy.� She even caressed
Laura's forehead and her hair with her fingertips, watching intently, her head
tilted up, as Laura lovingly licked her treasure.
"You do love my pussy . . ." she
murmured after a while, as if she were only now beginning to understand Laura's
adoration of her body.
By now Laura had slid two fingers
into the warm, tight, buttery slit and was moving them slowly in and out as she
continued sucking and licking the surrounding flesh.� "I do love it," she panted.� "And I'm going to cram it tighter than it
ever was crammed by Charles . . . or the Empress.� I'm going to fill it so full of me that it
just shimmers and comes unbelievably."
Deshona was panting, twisting now,
whimpering uncontrollably, biting her lower lip, her
eyes flashing with fires of sexual need.�
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted.�
"You're doing it.� God, how you can make me lose control.� Unhhhhh!"
Now Laura had three fingers in her
pussy.� Deshona was so wet and slippery
that she knew she could slide her whole hand into it at any time.� It was small and tight, but amazingly
slippery and gooey and warm.� The last
time they had done this Laura's hand had been inside her before either of them
even knew it.�
"Oh yes . . . oh Laura!" Deshona
panted, her fingers fluttering around her hard, jutting nipples, then twisting
them, her eyes fiery as they implored Laura.
"You want it, don't you," Laura
smiled.
Deshona nodded vigorously.� "I want it."
Her hand quickly scrabbled across
the sheet to a pillow, which she yanked down behind her head, propping it up so
that she could watch every second of Laura's hand going into her body.� Laura bent down and licked her clit
passionately before going any farther.�
She rotated her three fingers that were already inside Deshona's tight
pussy, watching the flames ignite in Deshona's black eyes.
"Ohhhh . . . I'm going to faint!"
Deshona gasped.
"Don't faint," Laura soothed her,
kissing her thighs, her smooth, palpitating belly.� "Don't faint, you'll miss all the fun.� "I'm about to fuck you into heaven."
"I know," Deshona
half-grinned, as if she were pondering the gathering intensity of it.� "You pervert.�
You twisted, wonderful, hot, perverted bitch.� Making me die like this.� Making me want it like
this."
"Mmmm, maybe you better tell me how
much you want it," Laura teased her.�
"Maybe you better tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my hand
and make you come."
"Oh god!� Unhhh!�
Oh shit!"
Deshona was now undulating and gyrating her pelvis into Laura's slowly thrusting hand.� And yet, as aroused as she was, Laura knew
she was not going to come yet.� Their
previous, thigh-rutting, gluttonous, thrilling fuck had taken care of
that.� This climax would take a little
longer, and as a consequence when it did arrive it would probably be a
shocker.�
Meanwhile, Laura was doing
everything she could to make it one.� Still
her hand had not totally penetrated Deshona's tight, wet, warm cunt, her
beautiful cunt, her paragon of a cunt, but she was rooting rhythmically with
three fingers in the outer region, and constantly flicking Deshona's exposed
clit with her tongue at the same time.�
Deshona's body clenched and quivered, and she
gasped and whimpered uncontrollably, and yet Laura knew with some sixth sense
that her orgasm was still not here; it was still gathering momentum.�
"Oh . . . oh!"
Deshona gasped, her eyes rolling up, her head falling back into the
pillow.� "Oh!� Oh god . . . it's so good.� Oh god . . . Laura . . . you're so mean!� Unhh!�
Oh!� Unhhh!"
Laura smiled up at her.� "You're so beautiful.� So beautiful to fuck."
Deshona's eyes were now streaked
with the sweet delirium of her impending climax.� It wasn't too close, but she knew it was
coming, they both did, and her eyes flashed with hot need and the certainty
that she would be obliterated by the explosion.�
"Do it . . ." she panted to
Laura.� "Do it all.� Please.�
Do it all.� Unghhh!"
Laura knew what she meant.� She wanted it all.� She wanted Laura's whole hand to be inside
her body.� She wanted to bear down on it
as before and feel the pulverizing concussion of a fierce, shattering
orgasm.� But as ever Laura enjoyed toying
with her, lovingly of course, but deliberately, drawing it out, prolonging the
sweet agony, bringing her closer but never close enough.� Deshona had gone through this kind of sweet sexual
torture at Laura's hands many times and knew exactly what was happening, but it
didn't make her any less desperate.
Soon she began to buck her hips,
and bite her full lower lip, and groan in a guttural, half-savage way.� "Unnnn . . . unnngghhh . . . unnnmmnngg!" she
groaned, her fingers plucking her erect nipples, her breath ragged and
strained.� "Laura . . .
oh . . . unnmmnngghhh!"
Even though it was wildly enjoyable
to them both to increase the tension this way, Laura knew it couldn't go on
forever.� "Yes honey . . . yes honey . .
. I'm going to get you there . . . I'm going to fuck you now . . . I'm going to
fuck you hard . . . yes honey . . ." Laura purred to her, now flicking
Deshona's clit and sucking it too between tongue flicks, while still moving her
three fingers, now four, now bunched together with her thumb, in the greasy,
expanding furrow of Deshona's throbbing pussy.
Deshona's eyes, streaked by nearly
unbearable flashes of lust, caught Laura's and held them, wide with hot
anticipation.� They seemed to glow with an other-worldly sexual heat as Laura's hand slowly slipped
completely into her pussy, up to the wrist.
"Ooohhmmnnggg!"
"Oh yes, honey, I'm in you . . .
I'm completely in you."
For a� few seconds it seemed as if the breath
had been totally drained from Deshona's lungs.�
She stopped moving too, almost paralyzed by the intense thrill of
feeling Laura's hand inside her body.� Both
of them froze, in fact, overcome, as Laura knew they would be, by the strange,
mystic, intense intimacy of this moment when their two bodies were knitted
together as closely as they could be.
Their eyes were locked.� Laura twisted her hand, hardly at all, merely
a millimeter in either direction, and watched the sharp twinges of an
approaching ecstasy seize Deshona's beautiful face.�
"Ahhnnngggg!� Oh!"�
Deshona now gasped, breath returning quickly to her lungs.� "Oh . . . Laura . . ."
Her eyes left Laura's, darting down
to the spectacle of Laura's hand completely sunk in her splayed pussy up to the
wrist.� Her glossy, wet, black cunt clips
were stretched tight around Laura's wrist, her love trench crammed by Laura's
fist, her smooth, flat belly palpitating frantically.� She winced as if she could hardly believe it,
and yet this fleeting disbelief was quickly replaced by a very real fierce
sexual hunger.� Now that Laura's hand was
inside of her, she meant to go the for money in a
hurry.� She again began gyrating her hips as her eyes drifted back up to Laura's.
"Yes!" she hissed, half-panting,
her large round breasts swirling as her body moved, her pelvis bucking up into
Laura's hand.� "Do it.� Yes!�
Ungghhh!� Do it.� Oh, yes!"
Laura knew that Deshona's impending
orgasm was not far away now.� They both
knew it.� There was no longer any sense
in drawing things out.� Let her come,
Laura thought.� She's going to explode.� Let her come.�
God, she's beautiful like this.
She bent her head and again brought
her lips close to Deshona's exposed, shiny pink clit, lashing it with her
tongue, then sucking as she increased the movement of her hand in and out of
Deshona's very tight but very wet cunt.�
By now Deshona was whimpering and pumping frantically.
"Unh!� Ohnnnggg!�
Unh!� Oh fuck!"
Laura had to smile, though she was
in the midst of passionately sucking Deshona's beautiful, crammed pussy.� She had not heard anyone exclaim "Fuck!" like
that since Arthell, who was fond of saying it about every other word when she
was aroused.�
"Oh, are we getting smutty now?"
she teased, again sucking Deshona's sensitive clit while hand-fucking her more
and more rapidly and vigorously.�
"Unghhh!� Ohnnggg!�
Ungghh!� Ahhnngg!"
Deshona's groans became louder and
more tortured.� Her small body jounced
and flexed as she writhed and pushed her hips up into Laura's thrusts.� She began bearing down with her pubic bone on
Laura's wrist, which Laura remembered her doing the first time they had done
this, especially right before she was going to come.
"Oh . . . is it here, baby . . . is
it here?" she panted, twisting her hand, plunging it not too hard but in
deep.�
"Yes!" Deshona gasped, her eyes
rolling up.� "Oh yes!� Ungghhhh!�
Oh god!"
Suddenly, they both became
rougher.� Deshona was striving to come,
panting and mewling and gyrating madly, and Laura was striving to help her get
there, swarming over her and probing her body and savaging her clit with her
mouth and tongue, also squeezing one of Dehona's rolling round breasts with her
free hand.� They were a hot maelstrom of
struggling flesh, gasping and moaning and surging together, the bed rocking
gently under them as if to accentuate their rising frenzy.
"Oh!� Oh!�
Oh!" Deshona suddenly cried out, her lovely small body stiffening, then
shuddering, all in the space of a couple of seconds.�
And then she was coming in an
enveloping fury of spasms that wrenched and wracked her convulsing body.�
"Auungghhh!� Oh god, yes!�
Auunngghhmmnnnggg!" she groaned, arching her back, her pelvis shaking
wildly, with Laura's arm still protruding out of her clenching pussy.
Her eyelids fluttered open long
enough for her eyes to catch Laura's, blazing with the fire of her sexual
obliteration before her eyelids fell again, and her body twitched into another
brief fury of sharp ecstasy.� Laura
counted at least three wrenching, shattering convulsions before Deshona's body
finally fell back limp to the mattress.�
She could almost feel Deshona's pussy muscles loosening around her
wrist, releasing her, a pussy satiated and crushed by a pleasure so intense
that Deshona was still panting and trying to release herself
from it.
Laura did not remove her hand right
away.� She figured the intensity would
have to wane, and she patiently caressed Deshona's flesh while she waited,
enjoying the trembling, exhausted aftermath almost as much as the fierce climax
itself.� She kissed Deshona's smooth,
faintly sweaty stomach all the way up to her marvelous round breasts, which she
licked and kissed tenderly.
Finally, she whispered.� "Should I take it out now?"
"No.� Leave it in another moment.� God, it's the purest heaven."
They remained almost stationary for
another three or four minutes.� Then Deshona stirred.� She blinked at Laura and smiled a blasted
sort of smile that Laura had seen before.�
"Take it out slowly," she said,
slightly hoarse.� "I want to feel every
second of it leaving the way I felt it going in."
Laura did as asked.� Her hand was very wet.� Deshona dipped off the bed and scrambled to
the bathroom for a towel, which she flung at Laura with a grin as she
returned.�
"I think this time instead of making
a mess on the sheet I made one on your hand instead."
Laura cleaned herself.� "I've never seen you come any harder than
that," she murmured, throwing the towel on the floor and holding out her
arms.�
"I guess it'll have to hold me
until you have a fight with the singer," Deshona pouted, coming into them.
"You could teach Jill . . . or Lupe
. . . how to do it."
"Jill, maybe.� Lupe, you wouldn't believe this, but she's
kind of straitlaced."� Her black eyes
flickered with mischief.� "Kind of like it that way, though.� It's part of her charm.� I can corrupt her, using all the perversions
you've taught me."
Laura pinched her, and they
wrestled affectionately.�
"And now," Deshona said, sitting
up, "we're going into the dining room to share an ice cream sundae and drink
champagne while we're naked . . . and then I'm bringing you back in here to
fuck your brains loose."
Laura laughed out loud.� "The way you talk.� I love it.�
I remember when you wouldn't even smile at me."
Deshona kissed her neck and pushed
her marvelous hard round breasts into Laura's.�
"That was before you touched me deep, you incredible woman you.� I can never thank you enough."
Laura pecked her on the nose.� "I know you'll find a way.� After the ice cream and
champagne."
Deshona stood beside the bed and
took Laura's hand, pulling her along.�
"I'm sure going to do my best."
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