Instead of Shamika, Iola appeared late one afternoon in Laura's office to water the plants, looking very weary.�

"Where's your helper?" Laura asked her in a friendly voice.� "You look beat."

Iola had circles under her eyes, and her shoulders slumped, making her very large breasts seem not so imposing as before.� "I am beat.� Shamika had homework.� I made her stay home to do it.� Plus, two other people are out with the flu.� So, I'm picking up the slack."

Laura got up from her desk, and walked around her computer.� "You could use a massage.� Here, turn around," she gently touched Iola's shoulder and turned her so that her back was to Laura.

She actually wondered if she were being too bold.� Some people could accept a massage from a near-stranger, but others felt it was an intrusion on their personal, private space.� And some might even think it was a sexual overture.� Which, Laura realized, in her case it kind of was.� She didn't at all mind getting her hands on Iola's body, even if they were both fully clothed.

She rubbed her shoulders for a� few minutes through her shirt, exercising skills she had built up over the years, occasionally using them to seduce reluctant women and girls.� Iola visibly and palpably relaxed while Laura was massaging her.

"God . . . that feels good," she sighed.�

"You're very tense."� Laura paused.

"Just a little more," Iola prompted.� "Then you can stop.� God, it feels so good, I want it to go on forever."

Laura continued, loving the feel of Iola's warm, springy flesh under her fingertips, even though her shirt fabric got in the way of true contact.� "I have magic fingers," she murmured.

"You do," Iola agreed softly.� "You really do.� You can always start another business, if something goes wrong here."

"Ooohhh, you haven't overheard any rumors, have you?" Laura joked.

Iola finally put an end to the massage by stepping forward and little and turning to face Laura, with a sympathetic smile.� "I heard a while back that a Sheik of Araby was trying to buy you guys."

"Actually, he was a sheik of Dubai.� We were all peeing our pants.� But it fell through."

"Don't know if I'd like working for one of them," Iola said, with a frown.� "I don't think they like black folks.� You know they all used to be slavers."

"So I've heard.� Some of them, anyway."

They were still standing very close.� Laura, to her chagrin, hoping it didn't show, realized that she wanted to kiss her, for some reason.� Iola was pretty attractive.� Maybe it was the massage, the touching.� She knew her eyes were saying: I want to kiss you.� I want to fuck you.� The only question was whether Iola could read the message.

But whether she did, or whether she didn't, she gave no indication that Laura was getting through.� But she did smile in a very friendly way.� "Got to get going.� Thanks for the massage."

"Any time," Laura said warmly, hoping maybe some of her true feeling leaked into this offer.� I'm good at other things too.

And Iola turned and left the office, with Laura's gaze lingering on her substantial but shapely butt.

 

 

 

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It was two weeks after the Rrazz Room that Shelley phoned.� By this time Makeeda was gone again, to a jazz festival in Boulder, and as soon as Laura heard Shelley's voice on the phone she realized that she had been expecting her to call; expecting a call, in fact, even before this.

"I wondered how long it would take you," she said softly into the phone.

"Don't be mean, Laura.� You know I can't help myself.� I love her, but you exert some kind of black magic on me."

"Where is she?"

"Hawaii.� She won't be back for a week.� Where's Makira?"

"Makeeda!" Laura said, with some asperity.� Shelley was always getting Makeeda's name wrong.� It was cute, but exasperating.

"Sorry.� Makeeda."� Before Laura could tell her, she went on.� "God, I about died with happiness for you when she sang you that song.� Everybody did."

Laura merely smiled at the memory but said nothing.� "I want to see you.� It's been too long."

"You're telling me.� I'm sitting here on the deck.� With almost no clothes on."� Shelley seemed to smirk invitingly over the telephone, guessing how this fact might effect Laura.� "You could come over right now."

"Unfortunately, I'm gainfully employed," Laura said with a sigh.

"Me too, but I did my job this morning.� I'm just sipping a Margarita and being bored."

"A Margarita?� Is that a gesture to the absent one?"

"It is.� I guess it's a little early in the day to be doing it.� Don't tell anyone."

"I could get there by six."

"Six!� I might be sloshed by then."

Laura realized that was true, and that she herself was suddenly in a hot lather of lust for the delectable Shelley.� "So much the better for me," she smiled.� "No resistance."

"You won't have any resistance anyway," Shelley purred into the phone.

"Let me see what I can do.� I have a meeting at four.� I'll see if it's mandatory."

"I'm fingering my coochie."

"What is this, phone sex?� I told you, I'll see if I can get there sooner.� You're getting me hot, you Jezebel."

"Call me back if you can make it soon."

Laura hung up the phone in a quandary.� It wasn't very professional to be skipping a meeting just so she could wallow in hot sex with Shelley all afternoon.� On the other hand, she knew people did it.� She recalled Rhonda, then in the scorching hot throes of her romance with Stevie, making almost any excuse to get free for a tryst.� I'm only following precedent, she reasoned with herself.� But her Guilt spoke up too.� You just got this job, this promotion.� You can't allow yourself to be such a flake.� So what if she's a little drunk by the time you get there at six.� She's cute when she's a little tipsy.� And you can just fuck her brains out to sober her up.

This line of thought, however, only made her hornier.� She could see in her mind's eye Shelley in her orange bikini, the one she had been wearing the last time Laura had visited, the one that left the triangular patches of lighter brown skin on her scrumptious breasts, the beautiful naked globes Laura wanted to ingest and swallow.�

Guilt won.� I can't.� What if there's another Dubai?� I've got to reinforce my reputation as a team player, someone who's indispensable.� So, she went to the meeting and did not get to Shelley's place until about six-fifteen.

She had to ring the bell and hammer on the door, so much so that she feared the neighbors in the adjacent condos might be alarmed.� But the bleary-eyed Shelley finally answered the door, sniffling and groggy, but nevertheless very fetching in a fluffy pink bathrobe that reminded Laura of the fluffy yellow one Nyomi always used to wear.� "Shit . . . I guess I fell asleep," she croaked softly.� "Come in."� She opened the door wider for Laura.�

"Too many Margaritas," Laura said, happy to see her, even happier when the door closed and she could grab her.� She pulled Shelley close.� "You smell like sleep and tequila."� She nuzzled Shelley's smooth, warm brown neck.

"I know you," Shelley giggled softly, squirming happily too, then wriggling away.� "You just want to fuck me.� You always do."

"Who wouldn't want to fuck you?" Laura asked, pulling her close again, and kissing the other side of her delicious neck.

"Stop it . . . stop it!� At least let me pee!� You woke me out of a sound sleep."

"You mean a semi-drunken stupor?"

Shelley made a cute face.� "Not so.� I was . . . merely dozing.� Waiting for you."� Her cute face suddenly scrunched up.� "I'm not kidding, I have to pee.� Be right back."

Moments later she returned, looking refreshed and more wide awake, having apparently splashed some water on her face, which was damp and glowing.� Laura embraced her again, but a loose embrace, holding her at a slight distance, as if to look at her thoroughly, take her all in.� "Gosh, it feels like I haven't seen you for ages.� Except that night at the club, of course.� When you were wearing your slinky dress and looking all top-shelf.� With your gorgeous girl friend."

"Isn't she pretty?� God, but Makira!� I never realized she was such a . . . what, knockout?� Those eyes!� That body!� And that voice!"

"Makeeda," Laura corrected her gently.� There was no use in getting huffy about it.� Darling Shelley would never change.

"Makeeda.� Sorry.� I keep getting her name wrong."� Shelley laughed.� "Don't know why.� Anyway, she's gorgeous too.� I guess you and I are really lucky."

Laura kissed her under her jaw, then her earlobe, nipping it a little after kissing it.� "Let's not talk about them.� I'm here to see you.� While the cat's away . . ."

And I don't want visions in my head of St. Margaret coiling her long blonde body around my naked angel, while I'm trying to get you into bed, you delicious creature.� From all she could gather, Shelley, unlike Laura herself, knew nothing about Makeeda's and Margaret's one night stand; and Laura was not about to enlighten her.� The best course was to obliterate it completely from her mind, at least for a few hours, so that they could enjoy their little reunion.

Anyway there was something so wonderful, and arousing, about a lovely just-awakened, warm and fragrant young woman who was eagerly looking forward to letting you fuck her brains out that Laura could almost think she had died and gone to heaven.� "Mmmmm, you smell so good," she teased Shelley, nuzzling her fine long neck again, and slipping one hand inside her fluffy pink robe to clutch one delectable warm naked breast.

"Ysatis," Shelley murmured, smiling.�

It was her favorite perfume, and the one she had used to meet Laura with long ago at Macy's perfume counters.� "Mmmm, Ysatis and Shelley the gorgeous," Laura purred.� "I think you make it smell better than it does on anyone else.� It makes me want to fuck you."

Shelley smiled coyly.� "I guess that's the point, isn't it?"

"Mmmm, yes it is."� She kept kissing her delicious neck, and then her shoulders, pulling the bathrobe open to reach them with her lips.� "Promise me one thing.� No more talk about Margaret or Makeeda.� Just you and me, okay?"

Shelley grinned.� "I promise.� You get me so hot, I don't think I'll even think of her.� I tried out a couple of other girls while she was gone, and you were . . . so damned busy and couldn't get over here.� But they didn't really do it for me."

Laura was busily removing the entire bathrobe from Shelley's beautiful body as Shelley chattered on.� She was already licking Shelley's little quarter-sized keloid scar below her throat.

"One was always wanting to handcuff me.� She was scary.� And the other one wanted me to get Margaret involved with us too.� Oooohhh . . . that feels good!"

"I love your breasts," Laura panted, coiling her tongue around one beautiful bulging brown nipple.

"Unhhh!" Shelley gasped as Laura sucked the protruding bulb into her mouth.� "Oh shit, that feels good!"

Shelley, like most models, like Laura herself, was tall and lean, but unlike many such girls she had marvelous full breasts, made even more enchanting by the slightly paler skin left by the twin patches of bikini.� The rest of her was not deeply black, say as dark as Dee Dee or Frankie, but she seemed darker than she was because, clearly, her real hue was the color of her naked breasts, which looked like coffee with a touch of cream.� They were beautifully shaped, upswept globes, and her nipples were darker, actually the same shade as the rest of her tanned body, jutting big beauties that beckoned Laura's insatiable mouth.

"I love to suck your nipples," she panted to Shelley, making a fool of herself doing just that, slavering over them.

"Quick," Shelley gasped.� "Come in the bedroom and fuck me.� I've been waiting for it forever."

She grabbed Laura's hand and pulled her down the hallway, her fluffy bathrobe trailing her half-naked body as she let it slide off her arms and pulled Laura into her bedroom.�

"Here . . . get these off!" she said, hurrying Laura, helping her undress.� "I feel like one of those movies where two people fuck each other in a frenzy.� You know?"

"I'm certainly in a frenzy for you," Laura panted, getting naked in a hurry.

"Quick," Shelley said again, yanking down the duvet and sheet.� She hopped into the center of the bed, holding out her long arms to Laura, her lovely breasts, paler than the rest of her body, swaying and bobbling as Laura climbed on to it too.

Their hands raced.� Shelley was as eager to touch every part of Laura's naked body as Laura was to touch hers.� St. Margaret the Wonderful could never fuck you the way I'm going to fuck you, darling Shelley, she said to herself.� If Shelley dreamed of and longed for a frenzy fuck, Laura was just the one to give it to her.� She had not had one of these crazy, hungry, insanely lecherous fucks for months anyway, and it was clear that Shelley hadn't had one either.

They tore at one another.� Shelley, usually sweet and submissive, was all over Laura, and for a while it seemed like they were fighting one another for supremacy, with Shelley scooping up Laura's small breasts in her dark, spidery fingers and mauling them with her amazingly sensual lips, while Laura's mouth tried to drink Shelley's body in as many locations as it could reach.� Shelley's breasts, because of the bikini patches, were paler than the rest of her body, but there was also a thin stripe of paler skin around her hips and her pelvis, which Laura kissed and caressed almost maniacally, licking it, probing Shelley's sweet, warm, wet pussy with two fingers as she brought her mouth ever closer to it.

"Unhh!� Oh!� Unhhh!' she heard Shelley panting, and felt her fingernails sink into the flesh of her back.

"Oh honey . . . oh honey . . ." Laura heard herself panting, feeling the slippery wet inner flesh of Shelley's tight pussy clasp her fingers as she sawed them in and out of the buttery slit.� "Oh honey . . . I love to fuck you . . ."

"Oh Jesus . . . Laura . . . unhhhh!� Oh shit, yes!� Right there!"

Laura could feel Shelley's body seize up in a sharp piercing spasm.� It wasn't yet her orgasm, but it was close.� More attention to that exact spot would bring it hurtling down on them in an instant, she knew.� But she didn't want it to be over that fast, and she knew Shelley didn't either.� They were joyously and exuberantly devouring each other, and wanted nothing to interfere with that, not even a climax.

Oh god, if St. Margaret could only see us now, Laura thought, meanly.� Shelley was whooping and churning under her. She got her lips onto the girl's swollen clit, still roughly fucking her tight pussy with two fingers, and tongue-teased it mercilessly, making Shelley squeak and writhe wildly in the rumpled sheets.�

"Oh god.� Oh god.� Laura!� Oh god . . . you're making me come too fast!"

"You want to come," Laura chanted to her, accelerating her attack.� "You want to!� You want me to make you come!� Right now!� Right now!"

"Angghh!� Unh!� Unh!� Yes!� Yes!� Unh!"

A look of sheer surprise and desperation passed over Shelley's face.� She fell back, unable to clutch Laura's body any longer, her scores of long, thin black braids fanning out behind her tossing head on the white sheet.� She grabbed her own luscious breasts and squeezed them hard, twisting her own nipples violently and bucking her pelvis up into Laura's face as Laura fucked her mercilessly, sucking her clit and stabbing her fingers deep into Shelley's pussy.

"Auunnngggggg!" Shelley suddenly groaned, very loudly.� "Ahhnnggghh!"

And she began to come in wavelike spasms that wracked her entire beautiful body from head to toe, moaning and gurgling as the successive waves of her climax undulated through her flesh.� Laura stopped thrusting.� She couldn't help grinning as she let her gaze travel up Shelley's delicious, rocking body to her face, torn by an ecstasy so deep that she could finally only squeak and gasp and squeak some more, a sound Laura found more familiar, one she had heard her make through several other orgasms on previous occasions.� She smiled, adoring Shelley's little squeaks of bliss.

It took a while for this undulating and fluttering to cease.� Shelley's breathing slowly returned to normal.� Laura slid her fingers gently out of the tight greasy sleeve of her pussy.� She gave it a little parting kiss.� "I love this beautiful pussy," she murmured.

Shelley grinned at her languorously as Laura slid up to kiss her mouth.� "I guess I know what it's like to kiss my own pussy now," she murmured.� "You've got me all over your lips."

Laura licked her own lips very explicitly.� "Yum!"

"You are amazing," Shelley said.� "No wonder I like you.� Margaret's nothing like you."

Laura caressed her smooth cheek with a fingertip.� "We won't pursue that line of thinking any further," she teased.

"No, I mean�"

Laura pressed her finger against Shelley's marvelous, sensual lips.� "I don't care what you mean.� Let's change the subject."

"It's just that she doesn't use the F word.� Or the N word either.� She hates it when I tell her that niggas come in all colors.� And she doesn't really like . . . what do you call it, pussy juice?� I mean, she licks me . . . and makes me come, of course.� And I lick her.� If you think my pussy is pretty, you wouldn't believe how gorgeous hers is.� But I think she doesn't really like it.� You know, the . . . pussy juice.� She would rather fuck with the strap-on."� She shrugged, a movement that made her delicious breasts jiggle and set off a spark of need deep in Laura's own pussy.� "It's okay.� I like it, as you know.� I'm just saying, she's not like you at all."

This was more than Laura ever wanted to know about St. Margaret.� "Why don't you show me how well you can lick it?" Laura suggested, writhing her own naked body against Shelley's to emphasize her point.� "My pussy wants to be licked by you.� And kissed by these fantastic lips."� She placed one hand on the back of Shelley's head, feeling the intricate nest of thin braids there, and pulled her face close to kiss her again, very romantically this time.� "I don't want to hear any more about Margaret," she murmured.

"Okay," Shelley smiled contritely.� "I realize I go on a little too much sometimes."

Laura slithered her tongue into Shelley's mouth.� "Tell me how much you want to fuck me.� I like to be told too."

"Oh god, if you only knew!� I try not to think about you when she's here.� And those other two I told you about?� I was only trying not to think about Laura."� She cupped and kissed Laura's small breasts lovingly.� "Didn't work.� I had to pretend it was you to come.� Can you believe that?"

"I'm flattered," Laura said softly, feeling her body begin to respond to Shelley's caresses.�

Shelley took pride in her sexual skills and soon had Laura in a hot lather of need.� She wasn't quite as fiercely oral as Laura herself, but she still loved sucking and tonguing Laura's nipples, and after that her pussy, until Laura was nearly climbing the walls.� Shelley knew Laura frequently came fast, too fast, in her estimation, and she took extra care to keep Laura from the finish line until she herself was ready.� She cooed and murmured softly to Laura while she kissed her body all over and then settled between her thighs for a protracted period of tongue-teasing Laura's pussy.

"Annnhhh . . . oh . . . you are so mean!" Laura finally panted to her, twisting, and clenching uncontrollably by now, feeling her pelvis churn and quiver almost on its own, craving release, which Shelley was yet unwilling to give.� "You have to let me come.� I'm . . . oh!� I'm so close!� Please . . . Shelley!� Do it hard!� Hard!"

Shelley giggled softly.� "No," she said.� "You come too fast.� I want to enjoy it some more."

"Please!" Laura begged.

"That's what I like to hear," Shelley giggled again.

But finally she relented.� She had found Laura's g-spot on only one or two previous occasions, but she seemed to remember right where it was, and she went for it aggressively.� In only a few more seconds Laura was screaming and rising up off the bed in a cataclysm of shuddering.

"Aunngghhhh!" she roared.� "Mnnngghiiieeeee!� Oh!� Oh!"

Shelley laughed happily as she held onto Laura's clenching body.� She kept holding on, even as the spasms subsided, and Laura collapsed back to the mattress, panting.� "Ooohhhh, I love to watch you come!" she said to Laura, kissing her upper body.� "You do it so hard . . . and loud.� I hope the neighbors aren't home."

"God . . . nobody's touched that spot since . . ."� Laura tried to remember.

"Not even your honey?� Ma . . ."� Shelley started to pronounce the name, then furrowed up her brow in a concentrated and charming little attempt to get it right this time.� "Ma . . . keeda?"

Laura smiled, and nodded, as if to affirm that Shelley had finally landed on target.� "She touches it once in a while.� I think I usually come before she has a chance to find it.� I once knew a woman, though, named Kim, who went for it every time."

"That must've been fun."

Laura nodded, remembering the bronze panther.� "She could put you in the hospital, if you didn't watch out."�

"You've had such an adventurous life, Laura.� I mean, fucking wise.� Where did you meet her?"

"She picked me up in an airport, while I was waiting for a flight."

"Just a total stranger?"

"Well . . ." Laura shrugged, "I didn't know her, but I knew what she wanted.� And I wanted it too.� Speaking of strangers, what about the serial murderer who watches you sunbathe on the deck through his telescope?� The one you were afraid was going to come over here and kill you?"

Shelley smiled and swished her scores of thin braids against her naked back and shoulders, a movement that again made her scrumptious naked breasts sway.� Laura, still on her back, reached up to fondle them.� "I'm sorry, I can't keep my hands or my mouth off these."

Shelley grinned.� "You don't have to be sorry.� I'm glad you like them so much."

Laura fixed her with a solemn stare.� "You know, you and I were total strangers when you picked me up at Macy's perfume counter.� Remember?"

"How could I forget?"

Laura drew her down closer so she could get her mouth again on Shelley's big, jutting, bullet nipples, sucking one into her mouth.� She tongued it and teased it.� "You brought me back here and fucked me."

Shelley giggled softly.� "I guess you're just easy.� That's what my Mama used to call me: easy.� 'Girl, don't you go being so easy to those boys.� They only want your pussy.� Then they'll throw you aside.'� That's before I discovered girls," Shelley said, almost demurely.

Laura released her wet nipple and went for the other one.� She was getting more aroused from this sucking, and Shelley was too.� They were both squirming together a little more than before.� "I think we're going to have to get down to the pi�ce de r�sistance," she murmured.

"What does that mean?" Shelley half-gasped in a small voice.� She was getting excited.� "God, that feels good.� You can do it a little harder if you want."

"It means I get to fuck you the way you like best," Laura smiled up at her, releasing her gorgeous breast from her mouth for a brief moment.

"Oh goodie."

"But this time I want to use my strap-on instead of yours.� Okay?"

Shelley made a cute moue with her mouth.� "You can use whatever one you want.� I just want you to do it.� Nobody does it as hard as you do it.� It makes me see stars."

Nevertheless, she was slightly taken aback when she saw Laura remove it from her handbag and begin to fasten the harness in place.� Knowing she would be seeing Shelley, Laura had brought her nine incher, feeling it would be so much better than the stubby little fat one Shelley had given her to use in the past.� Of course Shelley had wild, thrashing, screeching orgasms when Laura was using the short fat one, but Laura wanted to see if a longer stroke might give her even more extravagant ones.� Size matters, she had thought.� Thick is good, but long is good too.� Let's give it a try.

"Holey moley," Shelley said, mouth agape.� "That one's pretty big.� And long."

"Ahhh, the better to nail you with, my lamb," Laura teased her, waggling her hips so that the long shaft swayed in front of her flat belly.�

"Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

Laura leaned forward and kissed her cheek.� "It doesn't have to go in all the way.� You just let me know what you can stand, right?"

Shelley was gripped by a fierce, but very quick, shiver.� "Okay," she said gamely.� She stretched out on her stomach, presenting her fine long back and delicious upswept rump to Laura.� "You know I trust you.� I'm ready when you are."

But there was no way Laura was simply going to crawl down between her spread thighs and start pumping.� No way.� There was too much delectable Shelley to be explored first.� Laura was a great connoisseur of backs, and Shelley had an amazing one, long and sinuous, with a tiny waist, and beautiful swelling ass cheeks at the bottom, paler than her back because of the bikini patches.� Laura kissed and licked every inch, especially enjoying the demarcation lines where the darker tanned skin stopped and the paler caf� au lait skin began, licking it hungrily.� She knew Shelley was expecting it, because she did it every time.� She could never get enough of this smooth dark brown flesh, and she loved the way Shelley scringed and crinkled up excitedly when her tongue found little secret hidden nerves under her shoulder blades.

"Mmmmm, you like that," she purred.

"Oh god . . . yes!"

When Laura, slowly descending, finally reached Shelley's ass, she had to pause in wonder.� It was not a thrilling taut round bubble butt, like Ashley's or Shamika's, to recall only two recent examples, but instead a couple of mildly swelling hills of flesh, fragrant with perfumed soap from her recent shower, two gentle dunes the hue of caf� au lait, which invited Laura's lips to an extravagant exercise of fervent kissing.� Shelley did not go in for anal sex (what a pity, Laura thought) but had no objection to Laura's frequent adulation and worship of her thrilling bottom, and she squirmed and gurgled happily as Laura paid her usual homage.

"Oh shit, Laura, that feels so good!� If you don't fuck me, I'm going to scream."

"What are you going to do if I do fuck you?"

"I'll probably scream too.� I hope the neighbors aren't home, as I said.� You are really good at this.� No wonder I dream of it."

"What," Laura laughed softly.� "'Laura kissing my bare bottom'?"

"Exactly," Shelley smiled dreamily.�

Below her beautiful bottom was her splayed and swollen pussy, all gooey and magenta, all wet and beckoning, and Laura wanted to kiss and lick it as much as she was kissing and licking these smooth mounds of flesh.� She suddenly had a flashback to the last time they had done this, when Shelley had been whooping and begging for Laura to plunge it deeper into her, the thick stubby little dildo that Laura had this time replaced with her own longer one.

Now with one hand she carefully guided the bulbous head on the end of it into the inflamed, glistening sleeve of Shelley's open pussy.� Shelley momentarily seized up, clenching and gasping.

"Annngghhhh!"� Her head swiveled around.� "Oh!"

Then she seemed to stop breathing for a few seconds as Laura slid the long shaft slowly into her.� As promised, she did not push it in all the way.� When it got about halfway in, she paused.� "Does that feel okay?"

"Heavenly," Shelley smiled.� She wiggled her ass a little to confirm it.

Laura leaned forward to again kiss her back and shoulders, spreading the curtain of long thin black braids away to expose the flesh, and with her pelvis pushing the dildo in even deeper.� Shelley, eyes closed, smiled dreamily and whimpered softly.� Now Laura began to fuck her, slowly, gently, rhythmically, pushing the long shaft into her and pulling it out, nothing rough or forceful, just a slow, steady motion that let each of them experience every tiny sensation of their two bodies harmoniously mating and linking.

At this slow, steady pace she did not have to hold the base of the dildo with one hand to make sure it did not slip out.� Instead, she was free to let her hands roam all over Shelley's delicious naked body, and her lips too.

"Oh Laura!" Shelley whimpered, beginning to squirm and writhe, but not seriously, under her.� "God, you are a miracle!"

"You're the miracle, my pet," Laura breathed, sensually kissing her long bare back and rubbing her shoulders.� "You are such a lovely creature and I love to fuck you."

"Mmmmm," Shelley smiled, "I love it when you talk dirty to me.� Margaret never does.� I have to wait until you come over to hear how much you want to fuck me."

"What about your other two friends?� I'll bet they want to fuck you.� Bad."

"They do.� They say it . . . but it's not the same as with you.� They just sound nasty, but you say it like it's the most important thing in the world to you."

"Mmmm, and it is.� It is."� She nuzzled Shelley beneath one shoulder blade, now picking up the pace a little with her thrusting.

"Unh!� Ohnn!� Unhhh!� Yes!" Shelley gasped, responding, as Laura had known she would, with small, backward thrusts of her own, pushing her impaled pussy back into the shaft.

"Mmmmm, you like that," Laura purred, mashing her own small naked breasts into the smooth warm flesh of Shelley's back and playfully chewing one of her perfectly shaped brown ears.

"Oh god yes!� Oh god yes, Laura, you're going to make me come!"

"Well . . . I would hope so," Laura laughed softly, picking up the pace even more.

By now she knew it was going in deeper, no matter how much she tried to maintain control of the depth of her thrusts.� She could see Shelley wincing now and then as the dildo rammed deep into her tight little cunt.

"Ungghhh!� Aunnghhh!� Oh shit!� So deep! �Annngghh!� Oh Laura . . . god . . . yes . . . do it harder!� Yes . . . like that!� Owwnnggg!� Ungghhh!� Oh shit!"

The bed was shaking a little, and rocking from their back and forth movement.� They had gone from gentle thrusting to rough and athletic hammering and loud panting and moaning without even noticing it.� Now they were in the final clinch without even knowing how they had got there.� Laura held the dildo with one hand, plowing it into Shelley's sweet pussy, piercing her deeply, and Shelley shrieked and groaned with each new plunging thrust, drawing closer and closer to a fierce explosion that could only be seconds away.

"Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!" Laura heard herself almost maniacally grunting as she plunged the dildo deep into Shelley's twisting, writhing body.� She had managed to lean forward enough to get her free hand under Shelley's torso and to fill it with Shelley's left breast, squeezing the round ball roughly, and even scissoring Shelley's bulging hard nipple between her forefinger and middle finger as she rammed the dildo home again into her pussy.

"Annngghhhh!� Unngghh!� Annghhh!" Shelley gasped and cried out as each piercing thrust impaled her.� "Ungghh!� Oh yes!� Yes!"

Laura knew she was about to come, and as a last crazy twist, she sank her teeth into the firm strip of flesh that ran from Shelley's neck down to her shoulder, not enough to really rip the flesh but certainly enough to give her a wild squirt of pain.� She had no idea why she did it, and it was a little scary, actually, but Shelley seemed easily to absorb it in the symphony of wild sexual sensations she was currently experiencing, and it simply sent her over the top.� She began twitching and squealing and coming in hot torrents.

"Auunnghh!� Ohnggg!� MMNNGGGIIIIEEE!� Oh!� Oh! AUUNNGGHHH!" she roared, her lovely face torn by excruciating spasm of intense pleasure, her lean body squirming under Laura as Laura slowly backed off on the rough thrusting.

.Still, their two bodies seemed to be thrashing around and together on automatic, Shelley still convulsing in great jolts of ecstasy, Laura hanging on, still thrusting a little, and pressing her cheek to the girl's splendid naked back, even rubbing the place she had bitten her with her fingertips, as if to assuage her own guilt for having done it in the first place.� Shelley slowly stopped undulating and cawing and grunting with animalistic exuberance as the full force of her climax began to wane.� She even opened her eyes and turned her head to look at Laura rubbing the bite place on her shoulder.

"You bit me."� But she was not frowning.� She grinned.� "Did you leave teeth marks?� You know she'll see them."

Laura bent close for a look.� "There's a couple of little indentations.� But I think they'll go away."

She pulled the wet dildo out and slipped out of the harness.� Shelley rolled over onto her side, still grinning.� "Why did you do it?"

"I . . . don't know.� I guess I really did want to eat you alive after all."

"You tried."� Shelley seemed almost proud that she had aroused this frightful spark of lust in Laura.� "Nobody ever bit me before."� A badge of honor.� Almost.

She rubbed the spot herself.� "I hope it lasts for one day, then goes away.� She'll kill me, if she finds out."

"I'm sorry."� Laura was genuinely contrite.� She had been wondering up to now if she should somehow let Shelley know what she knew: that St. Margaret and Makeeda had slept together.� After all, Shelley was the only one of the four of them who didn't know about it.� But she suddenly realized that only the sheerest and most contemptible kind of vanity could drive her to such a revelation.� I know something you don't know.� I want you to hurt as badly as I hurt because of it.� That was disgusting and shameful.� She put the temptation quickly aside at that moment.

Instead, she drew Shelley close and kissed her. �"Did you come good?" she whispered into her marvelous ear.

"Heavenly," Shelley repeated.� "You really know how to do that."

They lay pressed together and silent for a few minutes, simply enjoying the warm intimate aftermath of this frenzied coupling.

"You never did tell me about that guy with the telescope.� Does he still watch you?"� She drew curlicues with the tip of one finger on the tops of Shelley's enchanting naked breasts, finishing at the shiny little keloid scar below her throat.� "I would watch you.� I would watch you every day."

"I think he's gone," Shelley said, almost wistfully.� "Or moved.� I never see the glint off that telescope any more.� It's disappeared."

"Well, that's a relief."

But she knew it wasn't exactly that to Shelley, who had in some devious way enjoyed her little exhibitionistic moments, her lovely bikini-clad body being scrutinized by some stranger through a scope while she sun-bathed on the tiny deck.� Shoot, I would've enjoyed that too, Laura realized.� Somebody wishing he could fuck me, but not getting to.� I could taunt him with my beautiful flesh.� She must've enjoyed that.

"At least he won't be coming to murder you," she added.� They had joked about it in the past.

����������� Shelley shook her head.� "No.� But I kind of miss him."

"Ah, competition!"

Shelley shook her head again.� "Nobody can compete with you."� She kissed Laura very romantically.� "If you weren't involved with Ma . . . keeda," she said, carefully, "I would lock you in the closet and only let you out to fuck me senseless every night."

Laura laughed and kissed her again, not replying to that, for what could she say?� "You just give me a call next time she goes out of town, okay?"

"I will."� Shelley was suddenly shy.� "I could love you, Laura."

"No, you couldn't," Laura kissed her on the nose.� "You love Margaret."� She almost slipped and said 'Saint Margaret' but caught herself in time.

Shelley nodded.� "I do."

"We're good friends and fuck buddies.� Let's not change it."

"Okay."