[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."

 

 

 

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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."