[Iola]
[Makeeda]
Laura had not seen Iola since
Iola's ankle cast had been removed, even though she knew it had been
removed.� Shamika had told her.� But she had to act surprised.� She had promised Iola she would not fuck
Shamika again, but then she and Shamika had promptly broken that promise.� How
could I not break it? Laura said to herself, envisioning in her mind's eye
the sweet very dark naked teenager in her arms, trembling in the grip of a
wrenching orgasm.
"Look at you," she said when she ran
across Iola in the lobby, on her way out for a meeting in another
building.� "Free at last."� She pointed to the ankle.
Shamika had said her aunt was still
limping a little, but Laura did not notice it.�
Iola paused and drew closer, so that they could talk in
half-whispers.� "I think our little
business got my bone healing faster, so that we could hurry up and do it
again," she grinned saucily at Laura.�
Her dark eyes sparkled with sex.�
But Laura knew there was an
obstacle to renewing their little affairette.�
Shamika herself.� She lived with Iola, and though she had told
Laura that it did not bother her to know Laura and her aunt were fucking, Laura
realized that Shamika was not going to sit in the dining room doing her
homework while she and Iola groaned and moaned and slurped and sucked down the
hall in Iola's bedroom.�
Iola could see the labored scheming
and puzzlement in Laura's eyes.� "Leave
it to me," she said.� She smiled in a
conniving, conspiratorial way.� I've got
a friend with an apartment on Russian Hill who's in South
Korea on business. I'm watering her plants
for her while she's away."� Iola made a
face that said to Laura: Lucky us.� I know
just where we can meet and ravish each other.� Her dark eyes literally danced with fires of
excited lechery, so much so that she had to look away for a moment to dampen
them down again before returning her gaze to Laura.
"I used to live there," Laura said, something she instantly knew would seem totally off-topic
to Iola.
"You used to live in her apartment?"
Iola said sarcastically.
"No.� On Russian Hill, I mean.� I had an apartment there."� And another teenager, she could have added
but didn't.� Oh Jane, oh Jane, where hast
thou taken thy darling sass and sweet pussy?�
To Stanford, of course, she answered herself, feeling a sharp pang.� Some losses were not to be borne lightly.
"You driving or
BART-ing?" Iola interrupted her brief reverie.
"BART-ing," Laura said,
glumly.� "I can take a cab up there."
Iola shook her head.� "I'll go home and get my car.� I'll pick you up here at five-thirty.� Right in front.� Be waiting."
"I will."
Iola broke into a grin.� "Bring your A game, sweetie.� I feel like flying high."
This made a squirt of hot
excitement race through Laura's body from her toes to her scalp.� Some women had to be coaxed along, but Iola,
once she had tasted full-throttle lesbian sex, though only once, was clearly
hot for more.� Laura wound things up
quickly in the office and was eagerly waiting by the curb on Market
Street at five-thirty on the dot.
They drove to Iola's friend's
apartment house on Russian Hill, which like most of them was an older building,
built in the days before every single person owned an automobile; and so they
had an ordeal finding a place to park.�
It was a comfortable and spacious apartment, what little of it Laura
could see before Iola dragged her by the hand into the master bedroom, in which
there was a splendid king-sized bed.
"When I saw this bed, a few days
ago, I thought 'Holy Mother of God, I bet Laura Robbins and I could fuck
ourselves near to an early death on this baby.'"� She grinned at Laura.� "I never had been in here before I came over
to water her plants.� I mean, in the
front of the apartment, but never in here."�
She pulled her green golf shirt up over her head, fluffing her thick
black hair back in place with her fingers, tossing the shirt on a nearby
chair.� She wore a beautiful
champagne-colored bra embossed with lacy patterns, encasing the very large,
round and magnificent Twins.� Her deeply black
skin was smooth and glossy, the valley between her large breasts very
deep.� "You're staring, Laura."
"You must be used to it," Laura
grinned.
A droll smile passed across Iola's
face.� "You're right.� I am.�
The Twins are attention getters."
Laura approached her with open
arms.� "Don't take it off.� Let me do it."
"Kiss first?� I know you like kissing."� They came into each other's arms.� "Don't want me to feel like I'm just here to
get a hot lesbian fucking, do you?� I get
a little romance too."
"Yes, you do."�
Laura sucked her lips and kissed
her ravenously.� Iola kissed her right
back, just as passionately, stabbing her tongue into Laura's mouth.� But all this hungry kissing did not prevent
Laura from encircling her with her arms and unclasping Iola's bra behind her
back.� The cloth came loose, and the
massive, beautifully-shaped balls of flesh fell out of their cups.
"Oops!" Laura laughed softly
against her cheek.� "I think the stars of
the show have made their appearance."
Iola pretended to pout.� "You know, the rest of my body ain't so bad
either, I've been told."
Laura ran her hands rapidly all
over it, the clothed as well as the unclothed parts.� Iola was indeed firm and voluptuous.� "You've been told right."
Iola was busily plucking away at
Laura's clothes, unzipping, unbuttoning.�
"You ain't too bad yourself.� For a skinny white girl."
Laura laughed and giggled softly,
but could not respond with another riposte since she was eagerly trying to
scoop up one of Iola's large breasts and stuff as much as possible of it into
her mouth.� She pinched Iola's thick
black nipple between her tongue and the roof of her mouth, sucking
frenetically.
"Oh!� Oh!"�
Iola didn't know whether to laugh or moan, apparently.� She looked down at Laura trying to swallow
her breast in one gulp.� "Laura . . . I
don't . . . think all of that's . . . gonna fit in your mouth.� Oh!"
Laura released the wet nipple with
a slippery pop.� "I can try, can't I?"
Iola grinned.� "You sure can.� Gets me sopping wet, too.� Here, you want to try the other one?"
Laura pushed her face into the deep
valley between The Twins, waggling her head and making slurpy-sucky
noises.� "I want to eat you alive," she
panted.
"Quick . . . get out of these,"
Iola panted back, redoubling her efforts to tear off Laura's clothing.
Then she slipped out of her tight
jeans, and Laura skimmed her panties down her shapely black legs.� "On the bed . . . on the bed," she said,
pulling Iola down on the sheet.
"What about your
. . . you know, your thing?� Your dick?� You didn't
forget it, did you?"
Iola liked to be fucked.� No licking and fingering for her.� She liked to be fucked.� Ram-fucked.� "It's in my purse."
Iola's eyes widened.� "Get it?"
Laura embraced her and mashed her
own small breasts into The Twins, wriggling her body against Iola's lovely,
voluptuous flesh.� "In
a minute."� She noticed over
Iola's shoulder that the mirror on the vanity table in this bedroom squarely
faced the bed, so that she could see over Iola's shoulder their entwined naked
bodies.� Her pale arms and hands were
crisscrossing Iola's very black and glossy back.� It was a stunning sight.� "Look at us."
She maneuvered herself so that Iola
too was half-facing the mirror and capable now of seeing their reflection.�
"Your friend likes to watch herself fucking," she said to Iola.
"Apparently she does," Iola said,
examining their embracing bodies.� "And
we do, too."
Laura sucked her neck.� "I want to fuck you and watch myself fucking
you," she growled softly.
"You just want to see this little
nigga girl on her back and begging for it, don't you.� You better get that dick, or I'll have to get
it for you."
"I left my handbag in the living
room.� You were in a big hurry to come in
here."
"Goodness," Iola self-satirized, with
a straight face, "you may be right."
"Hold on a sec," Laura said,
bouncing off the bed, but not without a quick glance in the mirror to see her
own naked body and swaying breasts, as well as Iola's amazing beautiful
nakedness sprawled behind her on the sheet, her black skin incredibly sleek and
glowing against the white cloth.
She still had in her purse the long
nine-incher Iola had so loved the first time, and when she returned to the
bedroom with it dangling from one hand, Iola's eyes widened.� "Oh yes," she said in a soft, but excited,
voice.� "Bring that monster over here and
tell me you love me."
Laura, slipping into the harness
and, adjusting everything properly, made a moue at her.� "I don't know whether I can go that far," she
teased.� "After all, I barely know you."
Iola turned kittenish, uncoiling
her voluptuous body and running her hands all over the magnificent Twins,
tweaking her thick, shiny black nipples with her fingers to tantalize
Laura.� "I think you know these," she said,
coyly.� "I think you want� to know more of them.� I think you want to suck them until they
ache."
Laura climbed back onto the bed and
replaced Iola's hands with her own, squeezing the large, firm balls of Iola's
breasts and sliding her mouth down Iola's chest to them, sucking one thick
nipple deep into her mouth.� Iola threw
her head back.
"Oh . . . shit!" she finally hissed
with pleasure.� "Bite it."
Laura did.� She knew just how hard to bite.� It made a squirt of sexual fire flash from
Iola's breast to her pussy, and she twitched a little, and yelped.
"Annghiiee!� Oh shit!�
Yes!"
"Oh honey, you have the most
delicious body," Laura murmured, pushing her onto her back and swarming all
over her warm, smooth, very black flesh.�
"I love it, I love kissing and sucking it, and
fucking you."� She quickly fastened her
lips on Iola's other nipple and began sucking and biting it the same way,
sending Iola into a frenzy of twisting and writhing and whimpering.
"You better get to it, Laura . . ."
she panted.� "Before I pop like a
balloon."
"Oh," Laura purred softly, raising
her face from the saliva-wet Twins to smile at Iola, "you're not going to deny
me my feast, are you?� I've been dreaming
every minute of this since we ran into each other this afternoon."�
And she quickly guided one of
Iola's now stiff and rubbery and flaring wet black nipples back into her mouth,
sucking it passionately, sucking lots of breast into her mouth with it, letting Iola again feel her teeth, making her squirm and
whimper.� It was true, she felt, that she
occasionally went overboard in sucking a lover's breasts, but with Iola they
certainly were the centerpiece, and one would be a fool to ignore them, and
forever after be kicking oneself for not devouring them ecstatically.�
Iola, knowing Laura was not going
to let up any time soon, ceased her protests and instead lapsed into total,
wanton enjoyment of it, looking down at Laura trying to swallow her very large
breasts.� But soon her writhing and
whimpering and twisting and moaning even got to Laura, and she realized that
they had arrived at the perfect moment, that Iola was primed and ready, and
there was nowhere to go but to the fiery conclusion.
"You want it, honey?" she gasped to
Iola, settling between her sleek, yawning thighs.� "You want it?"
"Oh god, yes!"
"Here . . . move around a little
like this so you can watch me fuck you."
Laura maneuvered their bodies on
the mattress so that both of them could look in the vanity table mirror.� Then, with careful skill, she guided the
bulbous head of the strap-on dildo into the gooey, flaming hot pink furrow of
Iola's open pussy, slowly sliding the shaft in deep.
"Mmmnnnnggggg!"
Iola hummed as she watched, in the mirror, the long shiny purple rod slide up
into her body.� "Oh
dear!� My goodness, that goes in
deep."
"Mmmnnngggg . . . the better to ram
you with it, my darling," Laura purred to her, glancing to the side herself to
see their bodies completely linked and melded together, reflected in the
mirror.
Iola began pumping and swirling her
pelvis immediately; not too fast, just a gentle rhythm, as if to encourage
Laura's motion.� "Kiss me, Laura . . ."
she half-gasped, her face showing the intensity of the sensations she was
feeling as Laura picked up the pace and began to fuck her more energetically,
now holding the dildo in place with one hand as she started thrusting a little
more vigorously.� "Kiss me.� Kiss me . . . because I'm going to come so
quick!"
Laura grinned and bent her head
down to kiss her.� "Don't come yet," she
panted, gazing into her eyes, then slithering her tongue into Iola's
mouth.� "Don't come yet.� I don't want you to come yet.� I want to fuck and fuck you first."
"You better hurry, then," Iola
panted back, her eyes rolling up.� "Ungghh!� Oh yes!� Do it deep like that.� I like it deep.� Awwonnggg!" she groaned as Laura stabbed the
shaft deep into her pussy.
"Like that?"
"Yes!� Awwooonngg!�
Anngghiieee!"
What the hell, Laura thought.� She is going to come.� What can I do to stop it?� She's getting what she wants.� Why should I try to withhold that?�
"You are a very hot woman, Iola,"
she murmured to her, bending closer, sucking Iola's smooth black neck, running
her free hand up to the magnificent Twins and squeezing them roughly,
passionately, pinching Iola's thick, erect nipples, twisting them, jabbing the
cock hard into her pussy.
Another two minutes of this turned
Iola into a quivering, whooping basket case as she writhed and strained under
Laura.� "Yes yes yes!" she murmured
half-maniacally to Laura, digging her fingers into Laura's lower back, then
into Laura's clenching buttocks, as if trying to pull Laura's plunging pelvis
more roughly into her, to make the shaft sink even deeper into her tight,
clinging pussy, even though it was already stabbing as deeply into her as Laura
could thrust it.
"Oh shit . . . YES!� Unnnggghh!�
Yes!� Ummnngghiiinneee!� Angghh.!" she cried
out suddenly, her whole voluptuous body stiffening, then freezing momentarily
as a fierce spasm gripped her.� And then
she went into happy convulsions of ecstasy, flipping and surging up off the
shaking bed, up into Laura's continuing thrusts.� "Annmmnneee!� Oh!�
Yes!� YES!� Ungghhh!�
Ohhhhhhh!" she roared and whooped and groaned and shuddered, all of it
going on and on.�
It was maybe the longest climax
Laura had seen anyone have in months, perhaps since Makeeda went into one of
her comatose seizures that seemed certain every time to be the last one.� But Iola never blacked out.� Instead, she quivered and moaned and spasmed
for several long minutes, in Laura's arms, with Laura still perched, though
gingerly, on top of her quaking and twitching body.
Finally, after a long period
caressing her shoulders and gently kissing her cheeks and listening to her
heavy panting subside into more even, natural breathing, Laura eased the thick
shaft back out of Iola's tight pussy and disengaged her own body, rolling
adroitly to the side.� Iola's eyes
blinked open.
"Shit, lady, you are one terror and
a half," she said in a soft, slightly hoarse voice, after all that whooping and
groaning.�
"Only trying to please," Laura
smiled, unfastening the straps and sliding out of the harness.�
"Well . . ." Iola blinked again,
looking stunned.� "I guess you succeeded
in that department.� Maybe you ought to
rent yourself out as a one-woman sexual fulfillment operator.� I can see a Craigslist ad: 'Laura
Robbins.� A killer
orgasm every time.'"� She laughed,
beaming, all relaxed and glowing now that she had experienced a thrilling
climax.� She reached for the wet strap-on
dildo.� "Guess it's your turn now,
sweetheart.� Want me to wash this off
first in the bathroom?"
You don't have any STDs, do you?
Laura thought of asking her, but refrained.�
How impolite.� Though, to hear
Shamika tell it, Iola was frequently hopping down to San Jose
for a rendezvous with some man.� It made
her a little uneasy, but she didn't know how to say so.
"I think I will anyway," Iola said
sensibly, sliding off the bed and heading toward the nearby bathroom.� She was always very sensible, except in the
throes of passion, when she made perhaps a little more noise than was
necessary.�
Laura smiled at her demurely.� In a moment Iola returned, having cleaned the
dildo with anti-bacterial soap.� "Better
safe than sorry," she said with brisk efficiency.� "Now lie back and let the apprentice practice
a little on the master.� Excuse me, the
mistress."
And Laura did exactly that, letting
Iola fuck her with increasing artfulness for the next ten minutes, happily
sucking the massive Twins which Iola dangled purposely in her face, then concluding with a splendid, wrenching orgasm.� "You're getting good at this," she finally
said, after regaining her breath.
But Iola looked at her watch.� "I hate to bring this happy little meeting to
a quick close," she said, "but I have to get home to make dinner for Shamika
and then take her to church choir practice at seven."� She made a droll face.� "How do you like that?"
"Church?"
Laura said, skeptically.
"She hates it.� But I'm like, what, a substitute parent?� I've got to do shit like that.� It's what a parent is supposed to do.� That, and keep the likes of you away from
her, right?"
"Right," Laura said, looking
away.� This stirred all kinds of
unpleasant feelings and thoughts in Laura, who preferred to ignore or avoid
them.� Shamika's
murdered mother.� Iola's role as, indeed, her surrogate mother.� Iola's murdered sister, who had been
Shamika's mother.� And, worst of all,
Laura's physical hunger for Shamika, and the fact that they had fucked after
she had sworn to Iola that she would never do it again.
She was also trying to imagine the
delicious little nymphet Shamika, with her marvelous young jutting breasts and
her swelling, amazing ghetto booty, in the church choir, warbling about
Jesus.� God, what a thought!� It made her want to explode in laughter.
"One does what one has to do," she
said, pecking Iola on the cheek.� "If it
matters, I think you're mighty fine for doing it.� A real hero."
"Thank you, Laura," Iola said, very
sincerely.� "I'll drop you at the
Montgomery BART station."
"Make it the Embarcadero and we've
got a deal."
Iola lowered her voice.� "And thanks for the . . . orgasm.� I'll sleep well tonight."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
At home, she found Makeeda's
familiar luggage inside the front door, and Makeeda sitting in groggy silence before the TV in the living room, staring at
the evening news, with a glass of whiskey in one hand, resting on the side
table.� Laura, hoping she herself didn't
smell too blatantly of exuberant sex with Iola, went up behind her and began
massaging her neck.
"Hello, stranger," she murmured,
bending to kiss her temple.� "I didn't
expect you back until tomorrow."
Makeeda turned her head and looked
back and up at her, smiling wanly.� "I
came home early to catch you being a bad girl," she said.� "Only trouble is, I'm so beat that as soon as
I sat down here I couldn't get back up."
All three cats, apparently knowing
Laura was here now, and the whole family was home, took this moment to enter
the room and jump up into Makeeda's lap.�
Cats love it when everybody's home, Laura thought, watching them.� They missed Makeeda during her frequent
absences, and enjoyed her return as much as Laura did.
"I'll make us something to eat,"
Laura said, first coming around the sofa to face her and kiss her properly on
the mouth.� "If you kiss me right, I
might take you in the bedroom before dinner, just to work up your appetite."
"Don't even think of it," Makeeda
grinned weakly.� "I may fall asleep on
the way down the hall."
"This probably doesn't help," Laura
said, removing the whiskey glass from her hand and taking a sip herself.� "Mmmmm, pretty good."
"Just what the doctor ordered,"
Makeeda yawned and stretched.
Stretching always made her very
fine and firm breasts push out and strain against whatever shirt she happened
to be wearing, and as usual Laura felt her desire rekindle, as if she had not
had scorching sex with Iola little over an hour ago.� Makeeda's breasts were no rival in size at
least to The Twins; not many were.� But
they were paragons of beauty, peerless in shape,
perfection made flesh, and Laura could envision each one as she saw them moving
under the loose sweatshirt Makeeda had obviously pulled on for comfort before
settling onto the sofa and switching on the TV.�
Laura slipped her hands under the bottom of the sweatshirt and brought
them up to cup the warm balls of Makeeda's naked breasts.
"I want these," she whispered, now
feeling the true fires of lust rise up inside her own body.
Makeeda grinned at her
sardonically.� "You've got to be
kidding.� Do you realize how long it's
been since I've had a good night's sleep?"
Laura, ever a good sport, withdrew
her hands.� "Okay . . . maybe later.� How about a salad and a
glass of wine?"
Makeeda shook her head
wearily.� "I'm going to bed.� I only waited up to catch you and your lover
coming through the door."
Laura almost blushed but somehow
managed to suppress it.� She pecked
Makeeda on the forehead.� "I hope you
know I would never do that."� A brief,
guilty memory of Ashley stirred in the back of her brain, but she quickly
rationalized that though she had committed one lapse, that was now behind her
and she would never do it again.� Ergo,
she was not lying.� She just left out the
never again part.
Makeeda reached for the remote
control and switched off the TV, then rose from the sofa and grinned happily,
grabbing Laura and giving her a sloppy, affectionate kiss.� "I do know you wouldn't," she said with a
drowsy grin.� "I love you and was dying
to see you first, before going to sleep.�
Which I am now going to do.� Wake me in the morning before you go to
work."
And she traipsed off toward the
bedroom, leaving Laura standing by the sofa.�
The cats followed her, since there was nothing better than sleeping on
the bed with one of the humans, unless it was sleeping with both of them.� Laura had not delayed her with the
information that tomorrow was Saturday, and she would not be going to work.
She made herself a small salad,
then read for a while, then showered and slipped into bed next to the deeply
sleeping Makeeda, whom she found was agreeably naked
and warm.� I want to fuck her madly, she
thought.� I love her desperately and want
to consume her.� Just the scent of
Makeeda's lovely naked sleeping body was enough to spark fervent pangs of love
and lust in her.� Thoughts or memories of
what she had done with Iola earlier that evening were thousands of miles
away.� But she did not otherwise touch
Makeeda, no matter how much she wanted her.�
Instead, she was soon asleep
herself, after nudging the cats with her feet into new positions so that she
could stretch out.� She slept soundly and
awoke after midnight from a dream in which she was undulating and moaning under
the caresses of a lovely dark naked anonymous woman she did not recognize until
she suddenly realized that she was not dreaming, the woman was the naked
Makeeda swarming all over her, and her own sexual temperature was skyrocketing
out of control.�
This had happened before.� Makeeda would collapse in profound slumber
only to awaken in the middle of the night with an insatiable sexual hunger for
Laura.� Silently, she would begin to make
love to her even though Laura was still sound
asleep.� Laura would slowly awaken to
find that she was being ravished, maybe the most thrilling thing that ever
happened to her, since there was no person she so desired being ravished by
more than Makeeda.
"Oh . . . oh, honey!" she gasped
softly, glimpsing only Makeeda's shiny black shoulders and glistening black
hair in the weak street light that filtered through the Venetian blinds into
their bedroom.� She somehow realized that
the cats had already fled, and that she and Makeeda, both warm and naked, were
writhing together like two horny snakes.�
"Oh!� Ahhhhhh!� Ungghh, oh yes!� Right there!" she gasped, as Makeeda kissed
her way down her body.
Makeeda's fingers were in her
pussy, but she was hungrily mouth-mauling Laura's nipples, which were still a
little sore from the hard sucking Iola had given them earlier in the evening.� Fortunately, Laura was quickly so aroused
that she was about to come in only thirty seconds or so, and her writhing and
clenching tended to throw Makeeda off.�
Makeeda sucked her neck, and tried to kiss her, though Laura was moaning
and gasping so hard that she gave this up and slid down Laura's undulating body
to finish the job with both mouth and fingers.
"Aiinngghh!� Oh!�
Oh!" Laura cried out.� "Auunngghhhh!� Ohhnngggg!"� She came
in abrupt, violent spasms, tangling the sheets and their two bodies into a
frightful mess as she flipped and strained, feeling an even more powerful shock
deep in her body than what she had gone through earlier.
How is it possible I can come even
harder now than I did then? she briefly wondered, but
she realized she knew the answer, and with the release of sexual tension in her
body a slow, soft flow of laughter came, as she clutched Makeeda to her.� She kissed her ravenously.
"You are a mad rapist," she
laughed.� "Waking me
out of a sound sleep."
"I couldn't help it.� I was dreaming of you.� I had to have you."
"Mmmmm,
and I have to have you," Laura
swarmed all over her now.
Refreshed by a few hours of deep
sleep, and enlivened by the heated fucking she had just given Laura, Makeeda came
alive under her, undulating and softly whooping as Laura made sure to touch
every secret nerve in her marvelous body.�
Long and delicious experience of fucking her had taught Laura precisely
how to coax the most crushing and scorching orgasms from her trembling flesh,
and she now set about deliberately to bring Makeeda to a nuclear meltdown that
would make up for their time apart.
She spend long minutes simply
sucking and tonguing and further tormenting her beautiful large black nipples,
watching them gleam and glisten and shine with warm spittle in the weak light
that created a kind of eerie, silvery glow in the bedroom, Makeeda's body
twisting and dancing with shadows as she responded to Laura's skillful
caresses.
"Oh god . . . you're driving me
crazy!" she whimpered to Laura, stroking Laura's hair while Laura devoured her
stiff, wet nipples.� "You're going to
make me come!"
"I sure am!" Laura smiled up at
her.
"No.� I mean this instant!"� Makeeda grabbed her by the shoulders and
pulled her up to kiss her, a searing, scalding kiss.� "I haven't come for ages," she panted.� "God . . . I need it."
Laura again began her sensual
descent, murmuring to her each inch of the way.�
"Then shame on you," she said, kissing Makeeda's flat, heaving belly,
and the silky warm smoothness of her inner thighs, her head swimming with the
excitement of inhaling Makeeda's hot rutting scent as she came closer and
closer to her open, glistening, swollen cunt.�
"I am going to suck your pussy until you scream."
"Oh� . . . god.� Fuck.�
Yes!� Ungghhh!"
Makeeda groaned as Laura's tongue finally entered her body, sliding up between
her wet, puckered cunt lips into the warm, oozing channel.� "Oh Jesus!� Auunngghh!"
"Oh honey . . . oh honey . . ."
Laura panted to her, luxuriating in the taste of her flowing trench, now
sliding two fingers into it where her tongue had just been, beginning the final
act, the slow finger penetration accompanied by the slow, sensual sucking of
Makeeda's already thick and distended clit, until the inevitable climax
occurred.� Makeeda actually loved being
fucked and sucked like this, maybe with a second finger up her ass at the
penultimate moment.� Her swooning,
heart-stopping orgasms almost all came from this approach, and now was no
exception, as Laura could feel her body tensing and clenching in preparation
for a sharp paroxysm.
"Unnnnnunnnn . .
. unnnunngghhh!" Makeeda hummed and gurgled as she drew closer to it,
her lovely body undulating in rhythmic waves as Laura accelerated her fingers,
and sucked her thick clit harder, and started wiggling the tip of her other
forefinger against the tight little rosebud of Makeeda's anus, pushing it,
getting it in.� "Unngghh!"
Makeeda groaned as the tip of Laura's finger slipped inside her ass.� "Oh shit!�
Oh Jesus!"
Now Laura knew there was no holding
back.� She gave it everything, sliding
her finger deep into Makeeda's ass, simultaneously probing with her fingers
inside Makeeda's sloshy, slippery cunt for the magic spot, and sucking her clit
passionately.� All three of these actions
quickly sent Makeeda over the top.� She
grabbed the sheet violently with both hands, as if she would rip it to pieces, and
her whole pelvis leaped shuddering off the mattress, taking Laura up with it,
as a crippling spasm of coming shook her body.
"AUUNNGGHHHH!"� She cried out in a piercing groan, falling
back to the bed, then gyrating and straining crazily, before lapsing into a
familiar seizure of ecstasy, her whole body shaking and twitching, her eyes
shut, her face torn by deep, intense rapture.
Laura held her�because Laura always
held her when she was going through one of these zonked, time-traveling
orgasms; though she held her gingerly, cooing soft to her, trying to bring her
back, astonished as she was every time by anyone's ability to come so hard.� Of course if it was
true�why wouldn't it be?�that Makeeda had had no sexual release for days or
even weeks, it shouldn't be surprising that she would have an extra-powerful
orgasm.� It took her probably five
minutes to emerge from it, Laura judged by glancing at the clock radio next to
the bed.� She brushed her lips against
Makeeda's cheek finally, hearing her breathing modulate from the stertorous
wheeze of her mini-seizure into a more normal, even pace.�
Makeeda's eyes blinked open.� The bright hazel that made them so
electrifying was not visible in the weak light.�
She gazed, still stunned and floating, up into Laura's eyes.� "You . . . are a miracle," she whispered.
Laura kissed her cheek, her
forehead, now glistening with a fine film of sweat.� "I think you've got that turned around."
Makeeda shook her head slowly.� "No.�
No."� Her voice was still a
whispery croak.� "Only
you.� Only with
you."
And with Dianne, before me, Laura
thought of adding, but restrained herself with pride.� I won't go there.� She kissed Makeeda's mouth now, with deep
emotion.� "Now . . . go to sleep, my pet,
and rest up.� Because I plan to give you
another one of those in the morning, and I want you to be fit and rested."
Makeeda's face broke into a
grin.� "Is tomorrow Saturday?"
"It is," Laura nodded.� "And you are going to get a workout."
"Mmmm, something
to look forward to."� Makeeda
stretched out and then snuggled happily against Laura's body, pushing her own
hard, seductive curves firmly against Laura's flesh.� "You better get some sleep too."
"I will.� If I don't get awakened
again by a mad rapist.� Tu me ravis le coeur.�
Tu me ravis la pussy."
"Good thing I don't know
French.� What did you say?"
"You delight me.� Delight my heart."
"Did your girlfriend teach you
that?"
Laura shook her head.� "Mademoiselle Dupin.� Tenth grade French teacher."
Makeeda raised one eyebrow, barely
visible in the half light.� "The 'pussy' part?"
"You taught me that."
"I promise to be good."
"Good.� Me too.� Nightie night."
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