Brenda finally did get Laura involved, as Laura had requested, with the Suicide Hotline.� At first the plan was for her to sit together with Brenda, on one of Brenda's Thursday night vigils, and listen, just to get the feel of the calls coming in, and how Brenda, who by now had about two years of experience fielding them, would handle the desperate people on the other end of the line.� However, to Laura's dismay, two of Brenda's co-volunteers called in with excuses, and Laura was immediately tapped to fill at least one seat.

"Don't worry, I'll be right here," Brenda reassured her.� "Just talk to them.� Ask them questions.� Sympathize.� Most of them don't have anybody to talk to.� That's why they called you.� You're sweet . . . and sensitive.� Just be yourself."

"Easy for you to say," Laura replied, with a raised eyebrow.� "I know why you think I'm sweet."

Brenda grinned.� "Now don't be bringing your personal life into it."� She emphasized the word personal, as if to make it unmistakable that she meant sexual.

Laura shrugged and gathered her pathetic little ego and dreams and fears into a bundle inside her mind and sat down at the phone console assigned to her.� But she was completely flummoxed by the first call.

A man's gruff, snarky, insinuating voice.� "Hi, honey.� I think I'm going to kill myself if I can't shove my big hard dick up into your hairy cunt as soon as possible.� You know what I'm doing right now?� I'm�"

Laura pressed the button that snuffed this caller more quickly than she had ever, she thought, hung up on anybody.� She also, unaccountably, burst into the most violent and overheated flux of blushing she had felt in years.� "Oh . . . shit!" she said, under her breath.� God, I hope he does kill himself, she thought.� I hope he's doing it right now.

"I don't know whether I'm cut out for this," she told Brenda, who was sitting in the next cubicle, as soon as Brenda's phone was silent.

Brenda could see how upset she was, and she tried to soothe her.� "They aren't all like that," she said, reassuringly, though Laura knew she had been busy on her own call and had only surmised the dismay Laura felt by the hot redness of Laura's face.

She was right.� The next caller was a sixteen-year-old girl who was pregnant and afraid her mother would find out.� She did not sound at all like Shamika, or for that matter any other teen Laura had slept with, but Laura could still envision all of them in the same predicament, and she patiently listened and gently guided the girl toward several solutions short of suicide.� At the end of the call, the girl thanked her.

"Just call me back in a few days, okay?" Laura said.� "I'm here on Thursdays.� Call me back.� Tell me how you're doing.� My name is Laura."

"I will.� Thank you, Laura."

"Shouldn't give 'em your name," Brenda cautioned, after Laura hung up.

"I couldn't help it.� I have to know if she's okay."

Brenda beamed.� "I knew there was a reason why I loved you.� On top of you know what."

Just this one evening gave Laura enough to ponder for a week to come.� Consequently, she was fairly abstracted, always mulling it over, and almost didn't notice Iola in the lobby of the building one afternoon when she was leaving for home.� Iola was on crutches.� She had a large white cast on her left foot and ankle.� She was talking with three other people, all wearing the same uniform, the green golf shirt, the khaki pants, clearly employees of her little business.

Iola was wearing the shirt too, but not the pants, having opted for a black skirt because of the cast.� Laura went over to the group and lingered on the periphery until it broke up, the employees apparently headed for their watering tasks.�

"What happened to you?" she asked, when Iola turned to see her standing nearby.

Iola cracked a rueful grin.� "Broke my ankle trying to gain three yards running off-tackle."� Laura, who did not much understand sports references, gave her a puzzled look.� Iola grasped her puzzlement.� "I broke it getting out of the car.� It's embarrassing even to admit it."� She smiled again, more warmly.� "There, you satisfied?� You made me confess to my little dumb accident."

"Poor baby," Laura said.� "Did it hurt?"

Iola pursed her lips.� Not especially big but very sensual lips.� "I have a very low threshold for pain. �I guess you could say I was screaming.� Something else to be embarrassed about."

She shifted on her crutches.� Laura grimaced as if in pain for her.� "Let me give you a ride.� Are you going home?� It's right on the way for me."

Iola lifted one suspicious eyebrow.� "How do you know where I live?"

Laura smiled and was just about to say 'Shamika?' when it dawned on Iola.

"Shamika."

Laura nodded.� "I'm parked in the garage back there.� Do you want to come with me or can I pick you up on the sidewalk out front?"� She gestured with her head to the front of the building.

"I was going to call a cab."

"Don't be silly."

"Well . . . I guess I can hobble back there as well as out to the sidewalk.� I'm still having a hell of a time with these damn crutches."

"We can go slowly.� Here, let me hold your handbag.� That'll make it easier."

Several minutes later they were in Laura's car.� "Lucky for you, I had to drive today," she said.� "Had a meeting.� Lunch in Sausalito."

"Better than lunch at Subway," Iola said.� "That's what I usually get."

"Really, it wasn't so hot.� Thai food gives me indigestion."

In only five minutes more they were pulling into Iola's underground parking garage, but both suddenly realized there was no place to park since Iola's car was already parked in her spot.� "Park there," she pointed.� "Clarice and Phil went to Hawaii this morning.� I just remembered."

"I'll help you upstairs."

"No need.� You got me this far."

"I insist."

"I've got Maalox upstairs, if you want some."

Laura helped her out of the passenger side and onto her crutches.� "A glass of wine would probably be better," she said.

"I might end up drinking the whole bottle, just to drown my sorrows," Iola said mordantly as they rode up in the elevator.

Laura half-expected to see Shamika, perhaps sitting at the dining room table doing her algebra; but there was nobody home.� "Shamika?" she said, curious.

"She's still down at her father's place in Morgan Hill."

"Is it good for her to miss all that school?"

"I cleared it with her teacher.� She took plenty of schoolwork with her, believe me."

Trying to keep her away from me? Laura wondered.� No more fucking around with white lesbian predators?� But then she cautioned herself a little.� Iola had so far shown no suspicion that Laura had indulged in any ill-advised or illegal sex acts with her niece.� Nor, for that matter, had she even betrayed any impression that Laura was 'of the Sapphic persuasion,' as Laura had once seen it risibly described in a magazine.

Laura belatedly realized, however, that had Shamika actually been there after all the two of them would have been under some strain to conceal the true nature of their relationship, with Shamika's shrewd and attentive aunt hovering so closely nearby.� And that effort too would have been compromised by the fact that Iola, even with her broken ankle and awkwardness in getting around on her crutches, was undeniably a very attractive woman to Laura, who might have had a hard time not devouring both Shamika and her aunt with her eyes.

As it was, she tried hard not to let this impulse get the upper hand with Iola.� After all, the poor thing had a broken ankle.� She didn't need some sex maniac breathing down her neck, or staring at her large, out-thrusting, gorgeous rack.�

"You tell me where the wine and the glasses are, and I'll take it from there," she said as she helped Iola to the sofa, a large dark brown leather one.� She did not remember having sat on it with Shamika, so eager had they both been to rip each other's clothes off and get to the fucking part.� "Just sit right here and let me wait on you."

"Wine is on the counter over there in one of those wine rack thingees.� Corkscrew in the drawer below it.� Choose whatever bottle you like the most.� Wine glasses in the cupboard up top.� Why you being so nice to me?"

"I like you.� So, shoot me."

"Wouldn't want to do that.� Too much trouble cleaning up the blood, with this cast and all.� Anyway, my gun's in the bedroom."

Laura opened the wine and brought the bottle and two goblets over to the sofa, setting them on the glass-and-chrome coffee table.� "Do you really have a gun?� In the bedroom?"

"Are you kidding?� I'd probably shoot my good foot off.� But it never hurts to let people think you've got a gun.� Especially men."

Laura decided to let that one pass.� Iola, it turned out, was a waspish and mordant character all around.� They drank their wine and chatted.� Both relaxed more as the wine began to have its effect.� Laura felt almost comfortable.� The two of them were about the same age, and though Iola was black and had clearly experienced the world from a different perspective in getting this far, she was also sharp and attractive and sometimes acidly witty and pleasant to be sharing a glass of wine with.� Laura hoped Iola felt the same way about her.

"Are you going to let me sign it?" she asked.

Iola tilted her head with a quizzical expression.

"The cast."� Laura pointed.� "Sign your cast.� You know."

Iola shook her head.� "Nobody signs.� I'm still trying to pretend it isn't there.� Shit�pardon the expression�I haven't even been able to take a bath or a shower for two days, going on three.� I have to splash so much perfume on that I'm starting to smell like a cheap hooker."

"Oh, you can take a shower.� I'll help you," Laura offered.

"I know I could do it, I guess.� What . . . a hassle."

"I'll help.� When I was about fifteen, my Mom broke her foot.� Like you."

"Ankle."

"Same thing.� I used to help her take a shower every day."

"You sure you want to do that?"

Laura was taking great care not to let any sexual innuendoes or invisible vibrations emanate from her simple offer.� Boy, do I! she wanted to say; but she controlled herself.� "Of course I do.� But look, if we're going to do it, we better do it now.� Before we have too much more wine."

"I guess you're right," Iola said wearily, setting her wine goblet down on the glass coffee table and preparing to get up.

Laura got up first.� "You have any of those plastic garbage can liners?"

Iola nodded.� "Under the sink."

"Rubber bands?"

"In the drawer by the stove."

Laura got these items and rejoined Iola, who was already halfway down the hall on her crutches.� She passed the bedroom where she had joyously consumed the deliciously naked Shamika on two different occasions, trying not to let the thrilling memory interfere with her present mission of mercy.

In the master bedroom, Iola sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed, looking glum.� "This ain't going to be easy."

"Of course it is," Laura said briskly.� "First, we get the water warm, so you don't have to stand in there and wait for it."� She went over to the bathroom door.� "I'll do that while you get undressed."� She said this briskly too, feeling her no-nonsense demeanor would thoroughly put to rest any suspicions of latent prurience.�

She got the shower going, and steaming, then turned it off to conserve hot water and returned to the bedroom to find Iola still sitting on the edge of the bed but now wearing only her bra and panties.� As far as Laura was concerned, this was nearly as bad as being completely naked, since underwear always set off soaring flares in her sex meter anyway.� It wasn't sexy underwear, simply a plain white bra, and plain, not sexily cut, underpants, but there was a lot of Iola's naked skin visible, and it was beautiful deeply black skin of the sort that usually reduced Laura to a slavering, slobbering lecher.� Plus, her breasts really were very large, and there was a deep canyon between them.

"Laura . . . you're staring."

"Oh . . . I'm sorry . . . I mean, I am not.� Not staring.� I've got the shower ready.� Let's get the bag on over your cast."

She tried not to look at Iola as she knelt down to put the protective trash bag over Iola's ankle cast.� Iola chuckled softly, watching her.

"You don't have to be embarrassed about looking at The Twins," she said.� "Everybody looks at The Twins.� Mostly men, of course.� But most women wish they had a set like this too."

"I certainly do," Laura said, not looking at them again but busying herself with the trash bag and the rubber band until she had Iola's cast securely covered up.� "Okay, let's go.� If you want to go in there and do it all yourself, I'll just wait out here.� Otherwise, I'm available to help.� So you don't slip, you know."

"Aren't you nervous," Iola grinned.� "You can come in and help me.� I'm not shy about being naked.� You're a girl, after all."

"Right," Laura nodded, trying not to let her discomfort show in case it should be misinterpreted.

Either this woman is titillated by me looking at her body, or she has the worst gay-dar in the universe, she thought.� Or both.�

"Better take these off out here," Iola said, skimming her underpants down her sleek black legs, over the cast, and off.� She turned her back to Laura.� "Could you unfasten this?"

Laura, resisting the impulse to press her lips against Iola's delicious smooth black shoulder blades, did as asked.� The bra came free.� Oh god, now I have to be careful not to look at The Twins! she realized.

"C'mon, if you help me hobble in there, I can leave the crutches out here," Iola said, draping one arm around Laura's shoulders.

Iola might have thought she smelled like 'a cheap hooker,' but to Laura, when she was this close, completely naked, her large breasts bobbing and swaying, her body pressing against Laura's side, she smelled wonderful, her body's natural scents mingling with the perfume she had evidently been 'splashing on,' her fragrance a barely resistible invitation to true sexual advances.� Plus, there was no way Laura could now avoid looking at The Twins, which were just as magnificent as she had imagined.� Iola's naked breasts were large but beautifully shaped, round, full, her nipples glossy and swollen and coal black.�

She saw Laura looking at them.� Laura quickly looked away.� She again busied herself starting the shower water again and helping Iola step into the stall without slipping.� "Just hold onto me, then grab the bar," Laura coached her.

"Look, girl, you better take some of those expensive clothes off too before you get them all wet," Iola said, pausing before going completely in.

Laura pursed her lips, realizing she was right.� "Do you have an extra bathrobe I can wear?"

"In the closet.� I'll wait."

"Hold on.� Be right back."

In Iola's closet she found a flowery housecoat and quickly stripped down to her underwear, then slipped into it.� But Iola had not waited.� By the time she got back to the bathroom�oh shit! I'm missing all the fun!�Iola was inside the stall and . . . finished.� "I'm done," she said.� "But god, that hot water feels good!"

Laura could not see her wet body because of the fogged glass in the shower door.� She could only imagine it: all wet and shiny.� Rivulets dripping off her enormous breasts, water beading up on her jutting nipples.� Oh god.� Maybe it's better that I can't see.� That I missed it.� All covered with soap suds.� I would've lost it.

Inside the shower stall, Iola turned the water off.� "Okay, I'm ready to get out.� Help me so I don't slip."

"I'm right here."� Laura grabbed a large white bath towel from a nearby rack.�

Iola opened the stall door and stepped out, first with her cast-bound foot, then the other.� Laura covered her with the large towel, but not before she got a glimpse of the woman's spectacular, voluptuous wet body, all black and shiny.� Oh god, honey, you are gorgeous!

"Here . . . hold still.� I'll dry you off."

Iola chuckled softly.� "This is like having a maid.� And a white maid, to boot."

Laura dried her off gingerly.� When it came to Iola's large breasts, she was especially nervous and careful.

"It's okay, they won't break," Iola murmured to her, almost seductively, it seemed.

Or am I imagining it? Laura wondered.� "They're so . . . big and beautiful," she trusted herself to say.� "What size are they?"

"Thirty-six double F," Iola said, matter-of-factly.�

Now Laura cradled the big globes in the towel, draped over each of her hands.� "The Twins," she said, with a sly smile.�

When she raised her gaze again to Iola's, she saw that Iola was staring at her with a new expression, one that was hard to interpret but that definitely invited further physical contact.� "You like The Twins?" she asked, in a soft, husky voice.

Laura nodded.� There was an uncomfortable pause during which neither of them seemed to know what was going to happen.

Iola leaned slightly forward and kissed Laura's forehead with her sensual lips.� She whispered.� "I think you ought to just go right ahead and do what you want to do."

Laura smiled.� She was almost afraid to say anything.� "Are you sure?"

Iola's dark eyes grew murky with sex. It was unmistakable.� She nodded slowly, her eyes never leaving Laura's.� Go ahead, she mouthed the words without saying them aloud.

Laura slowly lowered her head and pushed her face into the warm, damp, deep valley between Iola's enormous but beautifully shaped naked breasts.� It was the sheerest heaven to her.� She kissed the skin between them, then moved her mouth sideways a little, kissing one breast, then to the other side, kissing the other one.� Her hands, cradling them in the towel, lifted them a little and she slid her lips to the side, flicking one large glossy black nipple with her tongue, curling her tongue around it, then sucking it gently into her mouth.� At this point she could feel Iola's body quake a little, but only a little, and a soft, tiny gasp came from her throat.

She sucked Iola's big, bulging nipple with tender care, laving it with her tongue, feeling it swell and harden inside her mouth, sucking a little harder, hearing Iola's breathing accelerate.� Only after half a minute did she let her eyes drift upward, though still sucking, to catch Iola's gaze, contorted by acute pleasure.� Slowly, she let Iola's wet, stiffened nipple slide out of her mouth.

She kissed it lovingly.� "So beautiful," she murmured, looking up at Iola.

"You're . . . not going to stop there, are you?" Iola inquired softly.

"Do you like it?"

"Nobody ever made it feel that good, Laura."� She looked down at her other breast, the one Laura had not yet sucked, and twisted her upper body slightly as if to push it more toward Laura's mouth.

Laura eagerly accepted the invitation.� She sucked Iola's other nipple the same way, for the same lengthy period, until it too was wet and pointing and stiff.� At this point she realized that they had been standing here outside the shower stall for several minutes, Laura with one or the other of Iola's nipples in her mouth, Iola panting and even mewling now a little, her hands fluttering around Laura's head, her body trembling and quaking.

"You know," she finally murmured to Laura, "I've never done this before, but something tells me it's more comfortable on the bed."

Before replying, Laura now raised her head up and kissed Iola very warmly and passionately on the mouth.� At first a little shocked, Iola quickly opened her mouth to admit Laura's tongue, then seconds later pushed her own tongue into Laura's.� They kissed for a good thirty seconds.� Laura dropped the towel now and held Iola's magnificent warm damp globes in both hands, squeezing them gently and pinching Iola's nipples lightly.

"You're right," she breathed.� "Much better on the bed."

"Help me in there."

"Here . . . let me take this off first," Laura said, crouching to remove the garbage bag they had secured over Iola's cast.� "We don't want to drip water all over your bedroom."

Iola waited patiently for Laura to finish removing the rubber band and the bag.� Then she draped one arm over Laura's shoulder and they made their way to the bed, which fortunately was only about ten steps away from the bathroom.� Iola reached over and pulled down the duvet, exposing the sheets.�

Laura helped her lower her body onto the bed, then quickly shed the housecoat, in a slight hurry just to make sure Iola did not get cold feet and suddenly decide she wanted to back out of this.� Iola's face lit up when she saw Laura's underwear.

"Oooohhhh, you got some fancy underwear, Laura!� Will you look at that?� You shop at Victoria's Secret?"

"Got these at Saks," Laura grinned, turning her back to Iola and lifting the chestnut flag of her hair with one hand to expose the clasp.� "Undo, please?"

"This stuff is almost too pretty to take off," Iola said, as she nevertheless unclasped Laura's bra.� "You should maybe parade around the room a little in it first."

The limp bra slid down Laura's arms and she tossed it across the room into a chair.� She was out of her skimpy sexy panties in two more seconds, then climbing onto the bed and quickly embracing Iola, pressing their naked bodies together eagerly, again wanting to resume the rhythm they had generated in the bathroom, still afraid Iola would turn reluctant.

"I'll parade around later," she said, kissing Iola's lovely black neck.� "First I want to feel your whole body against me.� Like this."

"Mmmm, I have to admit, it's pretty good," Iola murmured into her shoulder.� "Never done this before."

Laura was busy again, sucking, licking, squeezing.� Her hands were everywhere, but she could not keep her mouth away from The Twins.� She kissed the luscious mounds of firm flesh all over, holding them in her hands and licking wide swaths, then sucking Iola's shiny black nipples until Iola was gasping and moaning more heatedly than ever.

"Oh Laura," she gasped.� "Oh . . . Laura,"

"Am I doing it too hard?"

"Oh, no.� You can do it harder.� I like it hard."

Laura kissed her mouth, still twisting Iola's damp, stiff nipples in her fingers, stabbing her tongue in deep.� "I want your pussy," she whispered.

Iola was very aroused.� The look on her face suggested that she would consent to just about anything.� "Are you going to show me what makes a lesbian happy?" she asked, panting heavily.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do."� Laura began kissing her way down the woman's voluptuous body.

Because of the heaviness of her ankle cast, Iola could not move very easily, but she did let her knees and thighs yawn apart as Laura slid down between them, kissing her smooth black stomach, rising again to lick the secret crease under each of The Twins where the bulging undersides joined her body, then resuming her downward journey, tickling Iola's navel with her tongue, a nice innie, then lower, and lower.

Iola said nothing but watched intently as Laura spread her wet black pussy lips open with her fingers and slowly slithered her tongue into the exposed hot wet pink slit.�

"Oh!" she then gasped softly, her eyes rolling up a little.� "Oh, my!� Oh, goodness!"

Iola's cunt was smaller than some, a little puckered mouth between her large, shapely thighs, which Laura kissed too in brief excursions away from the inflamed crease she was so hungry for.� Her cunt was small, but her cunt lips were nice wavy flaps, not huge like Nyomi's, but easy enough to get inside your mouth.� Laura sucked them, and probed the wet warm slippery cavity of Iola's pussy with two fingers.�

Iola undulated helplessly, mewling softly and digging her fingers into the hard, glossy black flesh of her thighs, which twitched and jerked uncontrollably next to Laura's cheeks.�

"Mmmm, and here's a beautiful little clittie that wants to be sucked to paradise," Laura panted softly to her, brushing the small pinkish seed with her thumb to get it to protrude even more from it's tiny protective black tent.�

"Oh!� Oh!" Iola gasped in a tiny, clotted voice.

"You tell me if it's too much, okay?" Laura prompted, her gaze drifting across the lovely dark tumultuous hills and valley's of Iola's magnificently voluptuous body to her face.

Iola was nearly overcome by sexual excitement, but she nodded at Laura.� "You go ahead and give me your best shot, Laura.� I can take it."

And Laura, bending again to her pleasurable task, figured she was probably right.� With a body like this, she probably inspired a wild, hammering, ferocity of sexual attack in many if not most men, determined to fuck her senseless in a red tornado of lust.� She surely could take whatever Laura had in mind.� Laura licked and sucked her pussy with extravagant skill until Iola was literally shaking and groaning.� Her large breasts rolled around as she writhed and squirmed and dug her fingers into her thigh muscles.�

"Unnhhh!" she groaned.� "Unnngghh!� Oh . . . Laura . . . where'd you learn to do this, anyway?� Unh!� Unh!� Oh yes, like that, I like it like that!� Oh unghhh right there, yes!"

By now Laura had slid two fingers up into her snug but soupy wet pussy too, and was patiently sliding them in and out of her, but not roughly, just methodically, while she tongue-stabbed Iola's increasingly swollen clit.�

"Oh!� Oh!� Shit . . . you're . . . driving me crazy, Laura!"

After a few minutes of this Laura, for some reason, knew Iola was there.� She knew Iola was teetering on the brink, and with only a gentle push would fall over the edge.� You never could tell, with a newbie, whether she usually climaxed quickly or took a long time getting there; unless she told you, of course, which she often did.� But Iola's whole body betrayed her state.� She was squirming wildly, and now whimpering and cawing.

Oh, you're going to come so hard, sweetheart! Laura thought, figuring she might as well get to it, rather than prolonging it any more.

"Oh!� Sweet Jesus!� Oh god!" Iola cried out.

Damn, she's getting there before I even helped her! Laura thought in a hot panic.� Not wanting to be left out, she took Iola's now-engorged clit into her mouth and sucked it insistently, meanwhile increasing the tempo of her finger-thrusts into the woman's warm, clasping, well-lubricated slit, fucking her faster, feeling Iola's tense body beginning to clench under her.

"Oh!"

"Yes . . ." she murmured to her.� "Yes . . . go ahead . . . yes, honey, yes."

"Oh!"

But it seemed to be a false alarm.� After clenching and gasping and squirming violently, Iola's body suddenly went slack.� She seemed to fall back into a momentary collapse, a pause.� For Laura it was a mixed blessing.� She wanted Iola to come, of course, but she had also wanted to prolong the build-up to it, so that maybe she could make her orgasm even more intense in the long run.� Now she had her chance.� She kept rubbing the interior of Iola's very wet pussy with her fingertips, until she suddenly felt a tiny, involuntary twitch in her churning pelvis.

"Oh!� OH!" Iola suddenly cried out loudly, her pretty face apparently stricken by a realization that this climax was going to rend her.

Laura fucked her harder, and vigorously rubbed the spot that had produced the tiny twitch.� It took only another second or two.� Iola, rising off the mattress, seemed momentarily suspended in midair, except for the heavy cast-bound leg.� Again, her whole lovely voluptuous body clenched, hard.

"Anngghhh!� Anngghhh!" she half-growled in a helpless seizure.� Then: "AUUNNGGHH!"

She suddenly came in a huge shock wave, her body buckling.� She was a big, strong woman, and Laura was immediately flung to the side by her huge spasms.� And it was an almost entirely silent orgasm, after her first roar.� Everybody comes differently, Laura thought, as she scrambled to slide back between Iola's clenching thighs, though it was impossible because she was clamping them together so tightly.� Now she whinnied and groaned, her pelvis shimmying in the air as the secondary shocks of her climax ripped her.

"Ohhnnngg . . . ohhnngggg!� Ahhhggggnn!� Oh . . . Laura!"

Fortunately for Laura, the leg that was weighted down by Iola's cast was harder for her to move, and it gave Laura the opportunity to push her other leg apart so that again she could slide between her thighs.� She immediately resumed licking and sucking Iola's throbbing pussy, but not hard enough to interfere with the waning spasms of her super-climax.� For a few minutes they lay mated like this, Laura between Iola's yawning thighs, her mouth glued to Iola's pussy, her fingers stroking Iola's silky black thighs, while Iola, panting and gasping rapidly, then more slowly, gradually recovered from a thrilling, shattering orgasm.

Finally, Laura slid up to kiss her, also kissing The (marvelous) Twins on the way.� Iola blinked and smiled at her.

"You should've warned me it would be like that.� I've only known about two guys in my life who could make me come like that.� And they were just lucky."

Laura smiled demurely.� "I'm so glad to be among the top three."� She caressed Iola's smooth black cheek with one forefinger.� "Bet I can do it again."

Iola looked at her with mock horror.� "Are you kidding?� Two of those and I'll be out for eight hours."

Laura kissed her forehead.� "I'll lock the door on my way out."

"Oh no, you're not going anywhere," Iola smiled, pulling Laura into her arms, purposely mashing The Twins into Laura's own small breasts.� "Now that I'm a lesbian, I intend to shoot the moon.� In for a penny, in for a pound, right?"

Laura nibbled her full lower lip before kissing her again, a scorching kiss.� "You are a kick," she said.� She pulled the duvet up over them so they wouldn't get cold, then cuddled and nuzzled Iola again.

"You know," Iola said solemnly, after a minute, "I've never stuck my tongue into another girl's pussy before.� I might be kind of bad at it."

"Nobody's bad at it," Laura smiled.� "Some are better than others, though."

"Like you."

"You could just do what I did.� Or . . . you know, you don't actually have to stick your tongue in it, if you don't want to.� Fingers work.� Just rubbing usually works too.� You can rub it with your thigh.� Or with your pussy, too."

"Ooohhhh, that sounds kinkier than shit.� I think I'd like that."

"Want to try it?"

"Will it make you come?" Iola asked, seriously.� "I mean, fair is fair.� It's your turn.� I won't feel good about it until you have a little come too.� Or a big one, like mine."

Laura gave her a long romantic kiss.� "Tell you what.� You get up over me . . . like this."� She rolled onto her back, helping Iola up into a position that would make her cast-bound leg comfortable but still make it possible to get her pussy against Laura's, which wasn't easy.� They had to experiment for a minute or so.� "And you dangle The Twins over my face, like this."

Now Iola was scissoring Laura's groin, and her massive melons were swinging in Laura's face, and Laura was chasing her bulging black nipples with her mouth.

"Hold on, girl," she giggled to Laura.� "We ain't even got it going downstairs yet."

"Just push forward a little more . . . yes . . . a little more . . . yes."

"Oh!" Iola gasped, her face suddenly seized by intense pleasure.� "Oh god, now that really feels good!"

Laura reached down between them to spread her own cunt lips with her fingers, and then Iola's too, so that they could feel the warm, gooey, raw flesh of their pussies melding together.� "Unh . . . unh!" she could hear herself panting as the sweet sensations flowed through her body.� She still could not keep her mouth from seeking Iola's shiny black nipples.� "Unh!� Now . . . fuck me as hard as you can," she murmured to Iola.� "Just pump.� Unghhhh!� That's it.� Yes!� Unh!� Unh!"

Iola stopped talking and bent to her task.� She was serious about making Laura come, and she gyrated her pelvis with skill, rubbing their two wet cunts together in a slow, grinding, sensual motion that brought Laura to the edge in only a few minutes.� And of course Laura was helped by the beautiful large dark globes bobbing and dangling over her face, which she grabbed with her hands, digging her fingertips into the spongy round balls, feeding Iola's nipples into her hungry mouth and sucking for all she was worth.� Sucking usually, for some reason, made it even easier for her to come, and so it did not take long.

After a period of happy churning, a sudden big swelling ball of sweet sex fire exploded deep in her womb, and she shuddered and moaned shockingly, arching her back and quivering as the shockwaves hit.

"Ohhhnnnnn! �Oh . . . yes yes yes!� Unmmmnngghh!"

Iola's large saliva-wet breasts pushed against her face, and she realized that Iola was also pretty aroused by this moment when she heard her softly whimpering and mewling, first in sympathy with Laura's convulsions, then increasingly as her own excitement got the better of her.

"Unhhh!� Oh . . . Laura!� You're going to make me come too, girl."

"Go ahead," Laura panted, feeling her own spasms begin to wane.

But Iola stopped churning and leaned back.� "No.� Not yet.� You just got me pretty hot there for a second."

Laura grinned and pulled her down to kiss her.� But it was a short kiss.

"I've got to sit up," Iola gasped, squirming free again, especially stretching out her cast-bound leg, which was apparently in danger of a cramp.

Laura sat up too.� "Then I'll have to kiss you this way."

Iola grinned back at her.� "You do a lot of kissing."

"Mmmm," Laura smiled, squeezing her.� "Kisses all over your body.� You have a body made for love."

Iola shot her a sardonic glance.� "I guess you realize you aren't the first person to tell me that.� I guess I didn't know that lesbians go for big titties either, just the same as guys do."

Laura cupped and cradled The Twins in her hands, brushing Iola's lovely black nipples with her thumbs.� "Usually I don't.� I mean, usually it doesn't enter into it for me.� Big, small.� They're all beautiful.� But these are something special."

"I can tell you one thing," Iola looked down at her magnificent breasts cradled in Laura's hands.� "When you suck on them like that, I start feeling like I'm going to come quick.� Nobody ever sucked them like you do."

Laura pulled her back down on the mattress, so that they were both on their sides, facing each other.� She still held Iola's breasts in her hands while kissing her.� "I don't want them to get sore, so I'm going to give them a little rest."

They embraced languorously for a while but still kissed and fondled each other.� Iola, it turned out, was, under her brassy exterior, a sweet and affectionate person who enjoyed this warm intimacy as much as Laura did.� After a while, though, she began to give indications that she was not ready to stop.� She undulated against Laura, and began to knead Laura's flesh more insistently.� "Mind if I ask you a question?" she purred into Laura's neck.

Oh god! Laura thought in a mild panic.� She's going to ask me about Shamika!� Did I fuck her like this.� What am I going to tell her?

But Iola was going to do nothing of the kind.� "You know those strap-on dicks like the girls on the Internet have?"

Laura nodded.

"You got one?"

Laura grinned.� "I have several."

Iola frowned slightly.� "I mean with you.� Like in your car, maybe."

"I've got one in my handbag."

Iola's eyebrows went up.� "Really?� Be prepared, eh?"

"Let me guess," Laura grinned.� "All your life you've wanted to be ram-fucked by a dyke with a strap-on."

"Well . . . I might not put it exactly that way, but . . ."

"Say no more," Laura smiled, sliding off the bed.� "I'll get it."

"I really do like a little cock now and then, you know," Iola called after her as Laura headed down the hallway to the living room to fetch her handbag.

"A little one?" Laura teased, calling back over her shoulder.

"You know what I mean," Iola yelled, laughing.� "A big one.� Now and then."

"I hope this one is big enough for you," Laura said as she returned with her handbag and opened it, extracting her proud nine inch strap-on dildo, replete with ripply veins and a bulbous head, looking a lot like a real erect penis, even though it was purple and plastic.

"Looks like it might do the trick," Iola said, running one fingertip up and down the purple shaft. �She looked at Laura wide-eyed, with faux alarm.� "I think you mean to really fuck me with this thing, don't you."

Laura pushed her down onto her back.� "You are mine," she snarled playfully.

Iola's dark eyes suddenly became all hot and swirly with lust.� She reached up and filled her hands with Laura's small breasts.� "You know," she said, reflectively, "I don't mean to say I don't like having The Twins, but I really always wanted boobs like these.� Small, perfectly shaped . . . stylish . . . nice puffy nipples . . . creamy . . ."

"You keep talking like that, I'm going to push one of them into your mouth," Laura teased.

"Put that thing on first," Iola pointed down at the dildo in Laura's hand, "so we'll be ready if we get carried away."

She watched, fascinated, as Laura slipped into the harness and made sure everything was secure.� Then Iola, still half-hypnotized by her lust and Laura's readiness to satisfy it, let herself be gently pushed down onto her back.� The Twins rose up like two beautiful hillocks of dark round flesh above her sleek stomach, and Laura admired them as she pushed Iola's cast-bound leg further to the side to make room for her between the woman's gorgeous naked thighs.

With one hand she guided the long purple shaft toward the wide-open mouth of Iola's glistening pussy, all raw and inflamed inside, hungry to be filled.� I can tell this is going to be one thrilling fuck for both of us, she thought, somehow sensing that Iola wanted to be thoroughly ravished.� She lodged the bulbous head of the cock in the slippery swollen lips of Iola's wet pussy and slowly pushed it in as far as it would go, watching Iola's face as it penetrated her.� Iola's eyes rolled up, and she gurgled a little, a brief grimace passing over her mouth.

"Oh dear."� Her eyes now opened wide.� "Oh . . . dear."

Laura bent down, again unable to keep her voracious mouth off The Twins.� Now that the dildo was sunk in Iola's body, she could bring her other hand up to them, and she cupped them and pinched Iola's big silky nipples, and then sucked them hungrily, first one, then the other, all the while moving her hips slowly to draw the dildo out a couple of inches and then push it back in deep.�

"Unh!"

"You like that?" she murmured.

"Like isn't the half of it, honey.� Unh!� Oh dear, that feels good!"

Laura didn't know how both of them could be so feverishly aroused so quickly after their earlier orgasms, which had taken place only some minutes ago.� Maybe it was the newness, or Iola's freshly born enthusiasm for girl-girl sex, or Laura's enchantment with her lovely, voluptuous body.� At any rate, they were grunting and pumping and gasping in only seconds, tearing at each other, mewling and, in Iola's case, even squealing.

Laura, since she was on top, was the true aggressor, and she fucked Iola liked there was no tomorrow, ram-fucking her the way she had promised, stabbing the dildo deep into Iola's tight pussy, reaching down to grab it when it slipped out because of her fierce thrusting, and guiding it back into the honey pit, then ramming it home again, making Iola writhe and squeal as the shaft drove deep into her body.

"Mnnggiieee!� Oh!� Ungghh!� Oh shit, Laura!� Mmmnnggiiee!"

Laura squeezed and sucked The Twins passionately, ravishing one, then the other, using both hands whenever she wasn't readjusting the dildo, sucking Iola's stiff wet black nipples until they were protruding like bullets.

"If . . . you . . . oh god!" Iola panted to her, between yelps and squeals.� "If you bite them, I'll come!� Not too hard.� Just bite.� Oh . . . shit!� Unghh!� Unghh!� Mmmnnggiiiee!"

Laura did.� She knew from experience just how hard to bite.� Not a real bite, but a passionate love bite.� She sank her teeth into Iola's wrinkled, stiffened areola, also sucking hard, and rammed the dildo deep into her with a vigorous thrust of her hips.� Iola froze for a second, then erupted in a flurry of uncontrollable spasms.

"AUNNNGGHH!"� Silence.� Heavy panting, thrashing.� Even her cast-bound leg twitched upward at the knee.� Laura ripped into her again.� Iola grimaced, and cried out.� "AUUNNGGHHH!"

The second spasm seemed so sharp and severe that Iola was nearly paralyzed by piercing sexual bliss and couldn't move, except for involuntary twitching, for several moments as wave after wave of coming rolled through her body.� Laura, still on top, stopped thrusting, and rose up a little on her knees so as not to crush the breath out of Iola as the shock of her climax played itself out in her quivering flesh.� This took several seconds, but before long Iola began to breathe almost normally again, and the bliss that had transfixed her face relaxed into a smile.

"Ohhnnnnnn!" she moaned loud and long.� "Ohhhnnn!"� She opened her eyes and shook her head at Laura.� "I don't believe you."

"Of course you do.� How can you not believe me?� I'm right here."

She started to pull the strap-on dildo out of Iola's tight, clinging pussy, but Iola grabbed her and pulled her down close.� "Not yet."

She kissed Laura, warmly, deeply.� Finally, they disentangled their bodies.� "Was it as good as you hoped?" Laura smiled at her.

"I didn't know you had it in you to turn into a fuck demon like that," Iola said.� "You seem so . . . sweet on the outside.� I guess . . . I have to confess."� She looked down, as if embarrassed; such a surprise to Laura, who loved discovering vulnerability under a sassy fa�ade.� "I really like it rough sometimes.� It always makes me come fast.� As you can see.� Didn't know lesbians went for it too."

"You inspired me," Laura teased gently.

She took the wet dildo into the adjacent small bathroom and placed it in the sink, then returned to the bed, where they embraced and kissed some more.

"You know I have to ask you this," Iola finally said, calmly, seriously.�

"Ask away," Laura said, letting down her defenses.� She was truly not ready for this and got caught off guard.

"Did you do this with Shamika?"

Laura, who was already turning approximately the shade of a rutabaga, could hardly lie or pretend she didn't understand.� If they had only been clothed, sitting in the living room over a glass of wine, she might have found the courage to prevaricate, or dissemble.� But right now she knew her face was an especially nauseating shade of purple, down to her collar bones.�

"I . . ."

Iola's face turned from serious to stern.� "You don't have to answer."

"I . . . hope you won't think I'm trying to shift the blame if I say that she . . . well, she sort of seduced me, if you know what I mean."

Iola smirked acidly, and nodded with rue in her eye.� "I'm not surprised.� She thinks of herself as a little black sex pot."

Well . . . she got that one right, Laura thought, but refrained from saying it.� She was already in enough trouble.� "I'm sorry, Iola.� I guess I should've confessed it from the start."

Iola grinned with one side of her mouth, a sardonic grin.� "Then we wouldn't have got to do this."

"I know."� Laura toyed with the edge of the sheet, so she would not have to look Iola in the eye.� "She is very irresistible," she said, regretting it as soon as the words came out of her mouth.

"There's no 'very.'� You're either irresistible, or you're not."

"You are, too," Laura said, trying to soften her up.� She reached out to touch The Twins, one of them at least, and felt relieved when Iola did not shrink back from her hand.� "Can you forgive me?"

Iola looked down at Laura's hand on her naked breast.� "Honey, when the juices get flowing, we all have to forgive ourselves once in a while.� I, for example, never imagined I'd be in bed with a beautiful lesbian.� A beautiful white lesbian, to boot."

Laura smiled sheepishly.� She did not know what to say.� "I couldn't resist you.� Either."

"Nobody can resist The Twins," Iola said softly, knowingly.� "You wouldn't believe the looks I get on the street."

"So.� Where do we go from here?"

Iola embraced her loosely and pulled her down again on the sheet, so they were face to face.� She put one long black forefinger on Laura's lips.� "I guess we just work it out day to day.� I would like it if you stay away from her.� And I have ways of making sure you do.� But I would also like it if you don't stay away from me.� I'm not saying I'm giving up dick.� But you sure turned my head around.� Not to say my pussy.� I'm not ready to give that up, just to protect that little black Jezebel.� You keep your long pink tongue out of that pussy, you hear?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Again the sardonic grin passed over Iola's face.� "And you keep it in mine.� Whenever I call, hear?� That's your punishment."

Laura nodded, playing along.� "Yes, ma'am.� Your wish is my command."� She dropped one hand to Iola's crotch.� "How about now?� I think I need more 'punishment.'"

Iola could not suppress a shocked giggle.� "My god, Laura, even the horniest guy gives you twenty or thirty minutes to recover!� What's with you, girl?� You are a fuck monster."

"I know," Laura nuzzled her smooth black neck, then sucked it.� "Can't help it."

"Oh dear, I'm so glad I met you," Iola said, squeezing her hard, mashing the magnificent Twins into Laura.� "Let's have a glass of wine first.� Help me find those crutches.� You wore me out, girl.� I need ten minutes at least, okay?"

"Okay."