Chapter 227
     
     
     Cecilia, whom Laura had not seen for months, dropped by
Laura's new office, looking cherubic and supremely happy,
obviously pregnant-in fact, gigantically pregnant-under a
brightly-colored smock, beaming with her usual good spirits.
     
     "Look at you in your new office and everything, sitting
back there behind a big desk like a bigshot, Laura Bigshot,"
she laughed.  "I'm afraid of you, girl.  I heard you were
promoted, but I had no idea you were this important."
     
     Oh god, everyone's pregnant! Laura thought,
uncharitably.  First Jonelle.  Then Charise (probably).  Now
Cecilia, who was the definite champ with a belly as big as a
mid-sized watermelon.  The whole damn world is pregnant!
Laura cried out inwardly.  All my darlings!
     
     Still, she couldn't resist the ravishing Cecilia, with
whom she had experienced some of her most stirring sexual
moments, including several nuclear meltdowns involving the
warm, sweet milk from Cecilia's very black and very shapely
breasts.  The mere memory of it was enough to make a hot
little pulse flare alive deep inside Laura's pussy.  And the
sight of Cecilia pregnant was more than a hint that a repeat
performance might lie not too far in their future.
     
     She realized that Cecilia was thinking the same thing.
She stepped inside and shut the door of Laura's office
behind her.  Laura got up from her desk and went over to
her, nervously opening the door again.  Ever since Tamara
had told her that she had surmised Laura was fucking both
Randi and Deshona, just from having observed her with them
in the office, Laura had been very skittish about
appearances.  She had made one mistake, with Randi, when
Deshona had burst in on them, but since then she had been
extra careful.
     
     "Appearances," she whispered to Cecilia.  "Can't be too
careful."
     
     Cecilia found this very droll.  She looked down at her
huge belly.  "Excuse me.  You think people are going to
think we're having sex in here when I'm lugging this
around?"
     
     Laura shrugged and grinned weakly.  "I guess not."
     
     "Laura, just because you have an office now, I don't
want you turning into a cold, ubiquitous blonde bitch like
that Reardon vice president person."
     
     Cecilia deliberately closed the door again.  Laura
could hardly suppress her laughter.
     
     "'Ubiquitous'?" she asked.  "What have you been
reading?"
     
     Cecilia cracked a very wide grin.  "I said it right,
didn't I?  I got that out of a crossword puzzle.  It's a
great word, isn't it?"
     
     "You mean Rhonda?  You think I'm getting to be like
her?"
     
     Now Cecilia got affectionate, caressing Laura's cheek
with the fingers of one hand and looking girlish and sexy,
even though gigantically pregnant.  "I don't think she could
ever be as good as you," she cooed.  "In fact, I wish we
could have sex.  Being preggy makes me kinda horny.  I been
wearing Ron out."
     
     "Lucky Ron."
     
     "I just came to give you a quick peak at what you'll be
getting soon," Cecilia whispered, conspiratorially, looking
back and forth, even though they were alone in Laura's
office, and the blinds on the window were shut.
     
     Without further ado, she lifted her expectant-mother's
smock over her bra and quickly unsnapped the bra cups in the
middle, pulling them apart and exposing her very large,
swollen, deeply black breasts to Laura.  Her pitch-black
nipples were bulbous and gleaming like ripe dark plums, and
Laura could feel a jolt of hot lust for Cecilia's body shoot
through her.
     
     "They're so big," she said, unable to take her eyes off
the swollen globes.
     
     "They're a little sore, too.  So you can't touch."
     
     But though she wouldn't allow Laura to touch them, she
rubbed one of her huge, bulbous nipples with one fingertip.
By now, Laura was mesmerized and throbbing with desire.
During their last time together, months ago, they had fist-
fucked each other and literally soaked Laura's apartment in
breast milk in an orgy (an `orghee,' as Jane would have
called it) of unbelievably hot fucking.
     
     "How soon?" Laura asked in a parched, weird voice,
obviously overcome by desire for Cecilia.
     
     Cecilia flirted, enjoying teasing Laura.  She slowly
refastened her bra and let down her smock.  "Next week or
the week after."
     
     "Won't you still be hurting?"
     
     "I mean the baby, silly.  The baby has to come out
first.  All you think of is yourself, Laura.  You just want
to know how soon you can get one of these big black titties
in your mouth and feel that warm milk pouring down your
throat.  Right?"
     
     Laura nodded, half-ashamed to be so selfish.  She had
not ever had orgasms like those produced by Cecilia's milk.
Once she had even come while Cecilia was squirting it
directly into her pussy.
     
     "I'm sorry," she apologized.
     
     Cecilia winked.  "You don't have to be sorry.  I'm
looking forward to it as much as you are.  But I think it's
still a couple of months off."  She smiled, in full coquette
mode now.  "But I wanted you to have something to think of
while you're waiting."
     
     "Thanks so much.  Can I kiss you?"
     
     Cecilia looked around theatrically again, as if they
were being watched.  "If you don't touch the merchandise."
     
     They shared a long, romantic kiss, with Laura bending
forward over Cecilia's enormous belly.  "I'm going to have
dreams of you squirting me with milk every night now," Laura
whispered.
     
     "Good," Cecilia grinned.  "That's the way I planned it.
Now . . . wish me luck.  I'll be a Mommy twice."
     
     Laura wished her good luck and opened the door.  She
almost found it hard to believe that she had a long-term,
not to mention a slightly kinky, sexual relationship with
somebody's Mommy.  On the way out the door that evening, she
noticed the impossibly gorgeous Tamara struggling with a few
boxes on her desk, and looking exasperated.
     
     "Anything I can help you with?"
     
     Tamara looked up and smiled.  Her big brown eyes were
pools you could easily fall into, if you let yourself.
Laura knew many men had drowned in them by now.
     
     "It's these darn boxes.  I really have to take them
home.  Tomorrow I'm responsible for getting them to the
convention, but my car broke down this morning."
     
     "I could help you take them home," Laura offered,
uncertain how her offer would be taken.
     
     She and Tamara had spent a delicious night of fucking
in Tamara's bed at the Sonoma Mission Inn, about three weeks
ago.  After that, however, Tamara had begged her to pretend
`it never happened'.  Helping her with the boxes might seem
like another advance to Tamara; she was always so
suspicious, and even afraid of her own desires, Laura now
knew.
     
     "Oh, would you?"
     
     Tamara positively sparkled.  She was overjoyed at this
offer, and from the artless, genuinely friendly way she
accepted it, an observer might have thought they were
strangers meeting for the first time.  I had my tongue in
this girl's exquisite pussy, Laura thought.  And she acts
like this is the first time we've met.
     
     Up to now, she had barely trusted herself to really
look at Tamara, since she didn't want to seem to be leering
or appraising her lecherously.  Tamara was almost
excruciatingly beautiful, and today, even though it was not
yet spring, she was wearing a bright, flowery spring dress
which adhered almost magically to her every curve and
contour.  Since her body was nearly perfectly formed, she
was really a splendid sight, and Laura had to be careful not
to let her eyes linger too long on anything.
     
     "Come on, you carry one and I'll carry one," she said,
ruggedly, hoisting one heavy box with both hands after re-
positioning her briefcase onto its strap and hanging it from
one shoulder.
     
     "Okay," Tamara said.  "Sure you don't mind?"
     
     Laura passed up the opportunity to make a smart-ass
comment.  Mind?  I could sit here and look into those dark
brown pools of yours for just about ever, my love.  Fall in
and drown, like James, or Mitchell, or whatever his name is,
the linebacker.  Lucky stiff.  Ho ho.  Laura couldn't
suppress a little smile at her own joke.  Tamara just took
it for straightforward friendliness.
     
     "I don't mind," Laura said evenly.  "Follow me."
     
     They walked slowly, each carrying a fairly heavy box,
to the parking lot and loaded the boxes into the trunk of
Laura's Camaro.  Then Laura opened the passenger side door
for Tamara, unable to keep her eyes off Tamara's superlative
legs as she got in.  The feather-light skirt of the flowery
dress fell away from Tamara's amazing, perfect calves,
smooth and light brown and bare, making Laura experience a
tiny, hot, happy spasm in her cunt.   I tried to forget how
physically beautiful this girl is, she realized, knowing
that Tamara was a bundle of trouble.
     
     If Tamara saw Laura looking at her legs, she didn't
mention it.  Instead, they chatted as Laura drove,
completely friendly, and yet with no spoken or silent
acknowledgement on Tamara's side that they had shared a bed,
made love heatedly for hours, moaning and coming repeatedly.
As for Laura, she was afraid to allude to it either, partly
because she had promised that her `lips were sealed,' partly
because you never knew if Tamara might suddenly decide to
bring it up.
     
     When they got to Tamara's apartment, Laura helped carry
one of the boxes up to it.  Tamara lived on the second floor
of a small apartment building in the Russian Hill
neighborhood.  Her apartment was airy and well-lighted,
fresh and well-decorated, with leather furniture and bright
curtains.
     
     "Nice place," Laura said.
     
     Now that they were alone together in Tamara's apartment
and had put down the boxes-their only reason for being there
together-Laura was feeling very awkward.  She thinks I want
to fuck her again, and that's the only reason I offered to
help, she thought, looking at the way the dress clung to
Tamara's perfectly shaped body.  And boy, is she right.  I
can't help it.
     
     "Thanks," Tamara said, keeping up the fresh ingenue
act.  "We try to keep it open and uncluttered and bright
like this."
     
     `We'?  Laura knew that the linebacker didn't live here.
For one thing, there were no traces of a man.  For another,
wasn't he in Chicago, or Boston, or Pittsburgh, or somewhere
like that?  Who did she mean by `we'?  Then she noticed a
picture on the mantel, a young, slender black girl in a
white leotard with a single long braid coming straight out
of the center of her hair at the top of her forehead: the
most bizarre hairdo Laura had ever seen.  But the girl was
oddly beautiful too, in a very eccentric way.  Maybe this
was `we'.
     
     "It's my roommate Shayla," Tamara said, seeing Laura
looking at the picture.  "She's a dancer."
     
     "I can see."
     
     "Actually, she's in New York this minute.  She's trying
to break into the Dance Theatre of Harlem.  They're having
auditions.  I think she has a good chance.  One reason we
keep it so spare around here is that she dances.  Here, I
mean.  Practices, you know."
     
     Laura nodded.  "She's very pretty.  You two must have
the boys beating down the door."
     
     This made Tamara nervous.  Perhaps it reminded her too
closely of what she and Laura had done.  There was a long,
uncomfortable pause while Laura wondered if Tamara were
going to offer her a Coke, or a glass of wine, or if she
just preferred Laura to leave and to quit bringing up these
unpleasant memories of their wildly exciting night together.
Laura just looked at her, not making it easy.
     
     "So . . ." Laura finally said.  "How's Kirk, or George,
or whatever his name is?  The linebacker."
     
     "Stewart."
     
     "Right . . . him."
     
     Laura smiled, musing to herself, remembering how she
had asked if Stewart would mind having Laura make love to
his fianc‚e, and how Tamara had responded, `Who cares what
he thinks, I thought I'd never get you to do this.'  It was
a wonderful memory because Laura had taken it for an
invitation to fuck the beautiful girl from here to Thursday,
which she had promptly done.
     
     "Oh, he's fine," Tamara said brightly, looking out the
window, then down at her fidgeting fingers.
     
     "I'll bet he liked that nightie."
     
     Tamara smiled and would have blushed had she not had
her ravishing coffee-and-cream skin.  "I'm afraid it got a
little . . . ripped.  It's ruined."
     
     Now Laura, unaccountably, blushed herself.  "Don't
worry about it," she said quickly.  "It was a present . . .
to you both."
     
     "It gave him a woody, like you said," Tamara tittered
girlishly.  "Wow, did it ever."
     
     I hope you enjoyed it, dear.  Laura smiled at her
primly.  "Some things never change," she murmured softly.
"Where is Stewart these days?"
     
     "He's in Pittsburgh.  It's like his job, you know."
     
     Laura nodded.  Stewart and Shayla, the roommate, were
both out of town.  I guess that leaves just you and me, her
eyes said to Tamara.  Here.  Alone.  Together.
     
     "Thanks for helping with the boxes," Tamara said, a
signal for Laura to leave.
     
     "Oh . . . no trouble.  Would you like to go out and . .
. have dinner or something?"
     
     Laura hated putting herself in a position to be
rejected, especially by this ravishing, fresh young girl
with the perfect face and body, and the most confusing,
contradictory attitude.  But she couldn't help it.  One
night with Tamara would never be enough.  And there was
again no one to know.  Laura had to risk it.
     
     Tamara shook her head.  "I'm just having yoghurt and
wheat germ.  Got to watch my weight.  Stewart doesn't like
fat girls."
     
     Laura appraised Tamara's stunning figure.  "I don't
think you need to worry about that."
     
     Tamara smiled sweetly.  Laura wanted to kiss her.  She
wanted their relationship to be different, not this cat and
mouse, but a full, throbbing, feeling connection.  She
wanted to break through these weird defenses that Tamara
threw up.
     
     "I had a dream about you," she lied, remembering that
she had used this lie before with other girls, a shameful
ruse and cheap, sinister manipulation.
     
     "Really?"
     
     Tamara was all ears.  She was pretty self-involved,
Laura realized, and eager to hear what Laura had dreamed,
although at the same time Laura detected a vague fear behind
her eagerness, as if the dream were going to be about a
raging bonfire of girl-girl fucking.
     
     Laura nodded slowly.  "I was kissing you."  She paused,
looking into the deep brown pools, drowning in them already.
"That's all.  Just that.  It was wonderful.  I really loved
it."
     
     Tamara's large brown eyes grew briefly glassy as she
fell under the spell of Laura's voice, Laura's words, and
the pleasure of being the center of someone's dream, someone
beautiful like she was.  But then the romantic fog cleared
out, and her eyes became sharply focused again.
     
     "I don't think we should do that, though," she said in
a small voice, turning away.  "I was hoping we might forget
that happened."
     
     Now Laura was looking at her dark honey-gold hair as
Tamara looked out the window.  Again she marveled at
Tamara's tiny waist, while trying to figure out a way around
these objections.
     
     "I'm afraid I haven't had any luck forgetting," Laura
confessed softly.  "It was a very special night for me."
     
     Tamara looked back over her shoulder skeptically.  "You
must've had other nights like that.  Several, I bet."
     
     Her eyes sparkled flirtatiously.  Laura could never
tell from one moment to the next whether Tamara was flirting
or rejecting her.  Of course, she resigned herself, it had
been that way from the start.  Never a dull moment.
     
     She shook her head.  Why not?  What was another lie?
"Not really.  I'm sure you know you're a very special girl.
Very beautiful."
     
     Tamara loved being told she was beautiful.  She turned
back to Laura.  "Thank you.  But sometimes . . . it's a
pain."
     
     "Everybody wants you?"
     
     Tamara nodded, very serious.  She seemed to have
forgotten for the moment that Laura was also beautiful, that
everyone must want Laura too.  Laura smiled at her warmly,
unthreateningly.
     
     "I know how it feels," she said softly.  "I'll go."
     
     She turned to leave, but Tamara caught her elbow.
"Please don't."
     
     Laura turned back.  Tamara was suddenly very pliant,
receptive, her eyes throbbing, her smile ambiguous but not
hostile.  Laura lifted one forefinger and ran it tenderly
over the girl's full lips, touching them sensually and
skillfully, her eyes never leaving Tamara's.
     
     "This is what I dreamed," she whispered.
     
     God, I'm a shit, she thought, still gazing intensely
into Tamara's deep, swirling brown eyes.  I'll do anything
to get her again, won't I.
     
     "I thought you said we were kissing," Tamara whispered
back.
     
     "We were.  Like this."
     
     Laura brought her lips close enough to brush Tamara's,
still looking deeply into her eyes.  She brushed their lips
together sensually, then pushed hers forward, moving her
mouth slowly into the curves of Tamara's.  They kissed
without touching, just letting their mouths press and curve
together and communicate the deep, throbbing emotions and
sexual stirrings they were both feeling.
     
     It seemed like a long time before either opened her
mouth, but then they both slowly did it at once, and their
kiss became more complex, more emotionally moving, wetter
and warmer.  Laura was very reluctant to invade Tamara's
mouth with her tongue, feeling that it was too aggressive
for the still-skittish and indecisive girl.  Instead, she
touched Tamara's brilliantly white teeth with the tip of her
tongue, then slipped it up under Tamara's upper lip, running
it back and forth in the warm crease.
     
     This excited Tamara, who quickly, in response, slipped
her own tongue fully into Laura's mouth.  Laura met it
eagerly with her own tongue, and they both began to breathe
a little harder as their kiss became more intimate.  Still
the only parts of their bodies touching were their mouths.
     
     Laura remedied this by caressing Tamara's face with her
fingertips, touching her with infinite tenderness to
reassure her and draw her further out.  Soon they stopped
kissing, if only to catch their breath.  But Laura moved her
lips to Tamara's smooth cheek, brushing the long dark-honey
hair away from her beautiful neck.
     
     "May I kiss your beautiful neck?" she whispered, doing
it anyway, without permission.
     
     Tamara allowed it, still breathing audibly, clearly
excited, and very accustomed to being worshipped.  Laura
lips rose to her ear.  She kissed the lobe, then flicked her
tongue into the curvy brown whorl, breathing hot breath into
it behind her tongue.  This had the desired effect, and
Tamara erupted in shivers.
     
     "Oooohhhh!" she gasped.
     
     Laura embraced her while she was shivering.  Now they
kissed ravenously, Tamara returning everything equally, her
arms around Laura, her mouth aggressive, her fingers digging
into Laura's flesh through her blouse.  As they devoured
each other, Laura's hands dropped to Tamara's ass, squeezing
the firm, resilient cheeks through the thin summery dress.
Oh god, I want this girl, I want to rape her! she realized.
     
     "Oh . . . Laura!" Tamara gasped as their mouths finally
came apart, and she buried her face in Laura's neck.  "We
shouldn't do this.  It's as bad as last time."
     
     "Or as good," Laura purred, stroking her back with one
hand, through her dress, while with the other she continued
to clutch one delectable round buttock.  "I think we should
just let go ahead and do whatever we want," she whispered.
"No one will ever know but us."
     
     Tamara twisted her head to signify `no,' her face still
pressed to Laura's neck, where it felt very good to Laura,
refusing to look up.  "I promised myself I wouldn't let this
happen again," she said, her voice barely audible.
     
     Now Laura let her hand, the one on Tamara's splendid
ass, relax and fall away.  Tamara needed further convincing
and was not going to be simply swept off her feet.  Laura
slipped two fingers under Tamara's chin and raised her face
up, kissing her again, slowly, then heatedly.
     
     "No one will ever know," she repeated softly, cradling
the girl's beautiful face in both hands.  "There's no one to
know.  Just us."
     
     "I'll know," Tamara whimpered.
     
     "Are you afraid you'll confess it to someone?" Laura
asked, after another searching kiss.
     
     Tamara shook her head.  "I'll just . . . feel guilty."
     
     Laura smiled, now kissing her neck again, a gorgeous
long creamy brown neck.  "I can help you get over that," she
murmured.  Again she breathed into Tamara's ear.  "I want to
make you come."
     
     "Oh . . . Laura," Tamara gasped, her deep brown eyes
showing a mix of terror and surrender all intermingled
together.
     
     "You want to come, don't you?" Laura coaxed her.
"Remember when you came in my arms?  In the bed at the
hotel?  When you came all those times?  Wasn't it good?"
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!  I never came like that before."
She furrowed her brow slightly, her eyes worried.  "Or
since, either."
     
     It was a confession of sorts, Laura realized.  No
matter how fiercely Stewart may have fucked her after
getting his woody-seeing Tamara in the flimsy nightie Laura
had given her would give a blob of protoplasm a woody, Laura
reflected-he was not able to duplicate the sublime sexual
experience Laura had given her.  It was a mixed blessing, of
course, since Tamara was deathly afraid it meant she now
couldn't enjoy sex with men as much as with women, since she
was generalizing her feelings into a fixed law of nature in
her mind.  Laura knew this was nonsense, and she was eager
to help Tamara learn it too.
     
     Again she kissed the girl, punctuating each comment
with a slow, simmering, passionately inventive tongue-kiss.
"Why don't we go into your bedroom?"
     
     "I can't," Tamara shook her head, whispering.
     
     Laura kissed her again.  "Yes . . . you can.  Just
pretend you're showing it to me."
     
     Tamara grinned, as if she had been out-maneuvered.
Without replying, she took Laura's hand and drew her past
the small kitchen, down a short dark hallway, and into the
rear bedroom.  Laura was surprised to see a twin bed and a
white wrought iron vanity table, and little else.
     
     Laura smiled, looking down at the narrow bed.  Small,
but it will do, she thought.  "Turn around," she murmured,
turning Tamara by gentle hand pressure on her shoulder.
     
     Tamara turned, and Laura slowly unzipped the back of
her flowery, summery dress, watching the smooth, caf‚-au-
lait skin of Tamara's wonderful back come into view, crossed
by the white strap of her bra.  Laura bent forward and
kissed the nape of her neck, holding up the thick flag of
her dark-honey-gold hair with one hand.  Then she let her
lips trail down over the girl's delicious back, kissing the
warm, smooth skin everywhere while she peeled open the dress
until it began to slide off Tamara's shoulders.
     
     She caught the limp dress before it slipped totally off
and fell to the floor.  "Don't want to muss this up," she
murmured.  "This beautiful dress.  You look so stunning in
it."
     
     Carefully, she drew it down Tamara's body until Tamara
could step out of it.  Laura laid the dress across the back
of the chair by the vanity table.  Tamara kicked off her
shoes and turned to Laura, now wearing only her bra and
panties.  A sexy little smirk curled the corners of her
mouth since she knew what a desirable sight she presented.
You want to fuck me just like all the others, her self-
satisfied little smile said.  You bet I do, darling, Laura
smiled back at her.  I want to eat you alive.  I can't help
myself.
     
     She raised her arms, putting her hands behind her to
begin unfastening her own silk blouse.
     
     "Want me to help?" Tamara asked softly, her large brown
eyes now throbbing with sex and excited anticipation.
     
     Laura nodded.  She turned and let Tamara unbutton the
blouse.  This was all new to them.  They had not undressed
one another before since Tamara had already been in bed,
undressed, when Laura came to her room, at her invitation,
and Laura had been naked under her bathrobe.  In seconds
they had been pressing their hot, naked flesh together.  But
this time they had to go through the slow process of
removing each piece of clothing, especially since both were
still dressed in their best expensive work clothes.
     
     On the other hand, this made it even more exciting for
them both.  Tamara undid Laura's blouse slowly, leaning
forward and brushing her lips against Laura's naked back
too.  Laura tried not to become over-aroused, but Tamara had
taken so little initiative during their relationship so far
that this tenderness threatened to make Laura's lust boil
over.  She actually quivered as Tamara's lips explored the
nape her neck and the creases below her shoulderblades,
feeling the warm nectars flow freely in her tingling pussy.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . it feels so good," she breathed, reaching
back and holding her long hair up with one hand to give
Tamara more access.
     
     As the blouse, now completely unfastened, began to
slide down her arms, she turned, slipping it off and placing
it with Tamara's dress.   Quickly, she unzipped her skirt
too and stepped out of it, then kicked off her shoes.  Well,
there's no mistaking what we're going to do now, she thought
as they embraced and kissed again, a slow simmering kiss
that became wet and passionate very quickly.
     
     Since they had their arms around each other, their
fingers caressing and seeking bare flesh eagerly, they
easily found each other's bra clasp and unfastened it.  They
skimmed the thin straps off each other's shoulders, becoming
increasingly hungry for each other as they ran their lips up
and down each other's neck and upper chest and cheeks,
kissing hungrily.
     
     "Laura . . . it's so good with you," Tamara panted
softly.
     
     Laura stepped briefly back so that they could extricate
themselves from the loose fabric and loops of their limp
bras.  They flung them aside and slowly came together again,
first watching their naked breasts press together, their
nipples touching, then almost devouring one another in the
most voracious kiss yet.  In the middle of it, Laura gently
coaxed Tamara down onto the small bed.  She filled her hands
with the girl's springy naked breasts, tweaking Tamara's
soft, bulbous, deep-rosy-purple nipples with her fingers.
     
     "I want to eat you alive," she breathed, giving voice
to her earlier silent thought, kissing Tamara's lovely neck
again, her bare shoulders, her collarbone, her smooth chest,
cradling one perfect breast in her palm and running her
tongue all over one of Tamara's beautiful large nipples.
     
     "Oh!  Oh Laura!"
     
     "Can I suck you?  I want to suck your beautiful dark
nipples."
     
     "Yes!"
     
     Laura drew the thick, soft bulb into her mouth, laving
it with warm saliva and swirling her tongue over it, then
sucking harder, until Tamara began to whimper excitedly.
Trying to control her fervent sexual hunger for this
beautiful girl, Laura sucked Tamara's other nipple in the
same way, more ravenously by the second, feeling Tamara's
hands searching for her, Laura's, breasts, finding them,
squeezing them, as Laura kept sucking.
     
     "Me too," Tamara panted softly, her voice soft and
halting.  "Let me suck you too."
     
     Laura smiled up at her.  She now had Tamara on her
back, so it was an easy matter so shift her body upward so
that her small, perfectly-shaped breasts dangled above
Tamara's mouth.  She swished them playfully in Tamara's
face, trying to relax her, loosen her up, make her see that
this was serious but delightful too, that they could now
enjoy it to the fullest without anyone to overhear or
discover them.
     
     Tamara filled her hands with Laura's breasts and guided
one of Laura's nipples into her mouth, sucking it
tentatively, then more heatedly, making a hot squirt of
happy sexual fire flash through Laura's body.  Tamara had
never gone so far during their first time together, having
allowed herself only to rub Laura's pussy with her fingers,
after Laura's gentle encouragement, never daring any other
caresses.  Now, feeling Laura's body respond, knowing how
Laura was enjoying this, she sucked and squeezed Laura's
dangling breasts very passionately.
     
     Laura planted a palm on each side of Tamara's head and
threw her own head back, pushing her breasts down into
Tamara's face, feeling the insides of her pussy melt and run
with warm nectars as Tamara sucked her nipples thirstily.
She moaned softly, exulting in the hot, throbbing pleasure
of this moment.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn honey . . . oh honey yessss!" she gasped,
biting her lower lips as Tamara's unrelenting lips tugged
and pinched and sucked hard at her sensitive nipples.
     
     She slid back down to kiss her, and now they were a
groping, searching, writhing pair, coiling together, panting
urgently, verging on a sexual delirium that was far hotter
than what they had experienced before with one another.
Laura got her hands under Tamara's thin panties and quickly
pulled them down the girl's scissoring legs, trying not to
tear them but feeling desperately hungry to fuck her.  Oh, I
want her, I want her, she's so beautiful!
     
     She got her own panties off too, in a swift, graceful
movement, kicking them free of the bed, and they were both
finally, completely, naked.  Tamara was wildly aroused,
panting and mewling softly as Laura's mouth returned to her
magnificent deep rosy-purple nipples, now deeper purple than
ever with engorged blood as Laura again sucked them and
gently dug her teeth into the stippled, wet areolas.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god!" Tamara whimpered.  "Oh god, that feels
so good!"
     
     "Oh honey . . . I want to kiss your pussy with my
pussy," Laura panted to her, pinching Tamara's wet nipples
and gazing deep into her throbbing big brown eyes.
     
     Tamara's beautiful young face was contorted by a sexual
hunger Laura had never seen there before, but this made her
look puzzled.  "Can we do that?"
     
     "Oh yes.  Just lie back and do what I say."
     
     Obediently, Tamara leaned back on her elbows, while
Laura maneuvered their legs into place, slipping one of hers
under Tamara's and one of Tamara's under hers.  She looked
down into their groins and saw how Tamara's pussy was
puckered and open, her labia thicker, meatier, more
protuberant than she had ever noticed before, like an
inflamed love chute, open and ready for an invasion.  From
this perspective, she was unable to see the fiery red
insides, but she knew that in seconds her own runny slit
would be pressed fervently against this puckered,
protruding, fleshy chute, and an ectsacy Tamara had never
dreamed of would be engulfing them both.
     
     She looked up, into Tamara's eyes.  She wanted to see
the expression on Tamara's face when their two hot, wet
cunts first touched.
     
     "Now, do what I do, honey," she murmured, holding
Tamara's eyes with hers in a hypnotic gaze, coruscating and
seething with sexual hunger.  "Hold your pussy open like
this, with your fingers."
     
     Laura had done this with many of her lovers and learned
to love the shock of pleasure that usually seized each
girl's face when she felt the hot, squirmy, slippery
sensation of her naked cunt flesh pressing into Laura's.
Depending on how aroused you were, the thrill of the initial
contact was almost enough to make you come by itself.
Carefully, she inched her pelvis forward until she felt her
wet labia brush Tamara's.  At that point, she pushed in
harder, watching Tamara nearly swoon from hot, pleasurable
sensations flowing through her body as her warm, wet vagina
pressed against Laura's.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhh!" she gasped, her eyes rolling up.  "Oh
god, Laura!"
     
     "Yes!"  Laura pushed her pussy even harder into
Tamara's and began to gyrate her hips in a slow, sensual
fuck-motion.  "Oh honey . . . hold on," she gasped to the
nearly swooning, enraptured girl.  "Hold on . . . let me
fuck you."
     
     "Oh!  Oh . . . god . . . I feel it coming!" Tamara
said, her lovely face grimacing as the hints of an
inevitable orgasm began to reach her.  "Oh Laura . . . it's
almost . . . here!"
     
     "I know, honey, I know.  Unghhh!  Oh!  Unhhhh!  Pump
back with me . . . like that, yes.  Oh yes.  Unghhh!"
     
     "Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!" Tamara panted, grunting softly as
she too swirled her pelvis, pushing her cunt up into Laura's
in a natural fucking rhythm, biting her lower lip and gazing
deep into Laura's eyes with a stronger emotion than Laura
had ever seen there before.
     
     One of the things Laura loved about pussy-to-pussy
fucking was the opportunity it gave her to hold the eyes of
her lover, to look into her eyes, to enjoy the intense
feelings passing over her face, while they both swirled
their hips relentlessly, going for the final bell.  They did
this for a long time, moving rhythmically and deliberately
on Tamara's small bed, feeling the wet, hot flesh of their
melded cunts sliding and mashing together, until both of
them were reduced to quivering masses of urgent,
uncontrollable sex need.
     
     "Oh god, Laura . . . it's almost here!" Tamara gasped
again, throwing her head back and pumping her pussy harder
into Laura's, her whole delicious light brown body beginning
to shiver in helpless convulsions as her orgasm approached,
her large dark-purplish nipples swirling as her young, firm
breasts jiggled.
     
     Laura, knowing it could not be prolonged any further,
reached down with one hand to guide her engorged, erect clit
into Tamara's, which was equally swollen and rubbery.
Making an upside down V with her middle and forefinger, she
held her clit between the fingers and rubbed it
methodically, then more roughly, against the bulging little
berry of Tamara's clit.  Something like a galvanic shock
went through both of their bodies in the same instant, as
their clits touched.
     
     Tamara's body sagged, then stiffened, clutched by a
sudden spasm, and a remote, desperate whimper came from deep
in her chest.  Her eyelids fluttered, and an intense
expression of paralytic, almost unbearable rapture began to
spread across her face.
     
     "Oh Laur-" she gasped.  "Oh . . . oh Laura oh shit oh .
. . auunngghhhhh!  Annghhiieeee!  Ummnngghhh!  Oh Jesus
Jesus unngghhh!"
     
     The sight of the beautiful Tamara coming, along with
the hot sexual jolts that Tamara's pussy pressed against her
own sent through her body, brought Laura to the brink only a
few seconds later.  Inside her pussy, tightly pressed
against Tamara's, she felt a scalding, blooming cloud of
throbbing pleasure that expanded until it filled her entire
writhing body.  She fell back to the mattress, still
thrusting and grinding with her hips but overcome by an
immense wave of sharp, almost paralyzing ecstacy.
     
     "Ohhhhh!  Ohhhh!" she sighed, feeling it sweep over her
body and then grip it in two, three, four fierce shocks of
piercing orgasmic rapture.  "Auunngghhhh!  Ungghh!  Oh god
honey yes yes!  Ungghhhh!"
     
     The tornado force of this shared climax seemed to knock
both of them nearly unconscious, and they lay back, still
glued groin to groin, but half-destroyed, panting and
mewling, unable to move.  Laura knew Tamara could still feel
what she herself was feeling, thrilling waves of
aftershocks, as well as tingling prickly arrows of acutely
pleasurable sensation everywhere the flesh of her pussy met
Laura's.  Neither of them wanted it to end, and neither
moved for several minutes, until they both recovered their
breath.
     
     Then Laura struggled back up onto her elbows, smiling
across at Tamara, who still seemed to be in shock from the
experience, so much more powerful than their earlier tryst
at the Inn.  Slowly, a similar smile spread over Tamara's
lovely face, followed by an embarrassed grin.  She shook her
head, disbelieving.
     
     "And here I thought the first time was exciting," she
said, softly.
     
     Laura leaned forward, disengaging their groins in the
process of swarming all over Tamara, kissing her warmly,
passionately, not having any intention of stopping here,
possessed by the urge to continue ravishing the gorgeous
naked creature.
     
     "The first time, it was hard enough just to get you
into the bed at all," she whispered, nuzzling Tamara's ear
and dropping her hand to the girl's pussy, which was still
flowing, still inflamed.
     
     "Ohhnn!" Tamara moaned, biting her lower lip again as
Laura's skillful hand aroused new feelings in her body.  "I
forgot you like seconds.  And thirds."
     
     Laura was already mouth-mauling her perfect breasts for
the second time, now giving each large, swelling, deep rosy-
purplish nipple the teasing teeth treatment, bringing tight
little gasps and squeaks from Tamara's throat.
     
     "Ohhh . . . I love it when you do that," she gasped.
     
     "Mmmm, you like this?" Laura murmured, taking one plum-
colored nipple between her teeth, tugging the hard areola,
at the same time flicking the protruding center nub with the
tip of her tongue, flicking it hard and fast.
     
     "Uhhh . . . uhhh!" Tamara panted wildly.  "Oh god,
yes!"
     
     It was only about two minutes since she had climaxed,
but Tamara was clearly ready for more, undulating, moaning
softly, her delectable body a feast for Laura's pleasure.
This time it was not reciprocal since Laura intended to
ravish Tamara herself, imbibe, ingest, and consume her,
unleashing all the wild passion she had not been able to
exercise the first time, when they had been surrounded by
coworkers in other hotel rooms.
     
     She had also been a little afraid to show Tamara the
full extent of her desire, but now she sensed that Tamara,
for all her coquettish reluctance, really wanted it and had
surrendered to Laura completely.  So for the next four or
five minutes, Laura gave the beautiful girl a fucking unlike
any, she was sure, Tamara had ever had, even from old
Stewart when he got his fierce woody.
     
     From sucking and gently biting her nipples, Laura
quickly turned to kissing the rest of her naked body,
descending inevitably to the ripe honey pit between her
thighs.  By this time, Tamara was again squirming and
moaning uncontrollably, her lovely young naked body a
masterpiece of perfect flesh, long and lean and rich creamy
light brown, the glistening, hot-pink cleft of her open
pussy succulent and fresh, beckoning Laura's mouth.
     
     "Oh honey, you have such a beautiful pussy," Laura
purred, enchanted by the fleshy dark lips of Tamara's love
chute, which were a little larger and thicker than most,
parting to reveal the juicy slit that was aching to receive
her tongue.
     
     Laura wasted no time entering it.
     
     "Ahhh!" Tamara gasped, her body arching and shuddering
briefly at the intense moment of penetration, as she felt
Laura's tongue slip up into her open pussy.  "Oh!   Oh
Laura, oh yes!"
     
     "Mmmm, and there's an excited little clit here just
waiting for me to suck it until it pops."
     
     "Yes . . . yes!  Ungghhh!  Oh . . . oh Laura ungghhh!
Right there!  Yes!"
     
     Laura, after years of experience with a variety of
girls, really knew how to eat pussy, and she lavished on
Tamara over the next few minutes an extravagant skill that
soon had the girl whooping and twisting in a frenzy of need.
Tamara, Laura remembered, thought of herself as a slow
comer, but even though she had come once already, Laura had
some difficulty not letting her come too quickly the second
time.  She tossed and writhed, pleading with Laura, bucking
her hips, grabbing her wonderful, springy young breasts and
twisting them, pulling her own nipples so that the purplish
plums were extended almost two inches above the rolling
globes.
     
     "Oh . . . yes, oh yes Laura do it . . . do it harder
please . . . oh please oh it feels so good!  I'm going to
come again . . . oh Laura . . . oh right there!  Yes!  Right
there!  Ungghhh!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Laura knew it was mean to string it out this way, but
she was richly enjoying Tamara's sweet torment, remembering
when Tamara had made her feel so guilty for staring, or when
Tamara had asked her to `forget it ever happened.'  You
won't be able to forget this one, sweetie.  She slid two
fingers up into the slippery, tight, well-lubricated channel
and began fucking her with them, determined to find the
trigger that would allow the whimpering, undulating girl to
have the wildest orgasms she had ever experienced.
     
     "You are going to come hard, honey," she panted to
Tamara, bringing her closer, closer to the edge.  "So hard."
     
     "Unh!  Ungh!  Oh yes!  Unghh!"
     
     When Laura had prolonged it as much as she dared-though
not nearly as long as she had strung out Kendra a few nights
before-she cranked up the heat and the pace, knowing Tamara
was about to self-destruct in a crushing onslaught of hot,
jolting, endless coming.  She slid her free hand under the
girl's smooth, jouncing asscheeks and squeezed them sharply,
feeling the firm round flesh give only slightly beneath her
fingers.  She lashed the distended little bead of Tamara's
erect clit with her tongue, slapping it, stabbing it,
pressing the flat of her tongue hard against it, at the same
time jabbing her fingers more deeply into the streaming
tight wet sleeve of Tamara's clinging pussy, hearing Tamara
yelp and groan, feeling her delicious young body quake with
the first tremors of a powerful orgasm.
     
     "AUUNNGGHHHH!" Tamara suddenly cried out, a sharp,
deafening cry of ecstacy that Laura feared could be heard
two blocks away, louder than any cry she had ever made
before.  "Unngghhhhnnnmmggnniieeee!  Ohnngghh!  Oh yes!
Ungghhh!"
     
     She came in sharp, wrenching shocks, her body flipping
and surging off the bed, her legs scissoring, her pelvis
churning in wild, spastic gyrations.  Laura was thrilled by
the power of this climax and could only hold on for dear
life during its first, shattering seconds.  Tamara's body
arched and quivered in a violent frenzy of spasms, then sank
back temporarily to the shaking bed as Laura began to probe
her flooding pussy with her two fingers, seeking the key
that would unlock the treasure.
     
     For a few seconds Tamara mewled and panted, gasping for
breath, still reeling in a hot delirium of sweet sensation
that swept over her quivering flesh following her tumultuous
climax.  Laura, who briefly glanced up at her beautiful
face, could see that she was still in shock from it.  And as
she looked at Tamara, she realized that her fingers had
found the sensitive spot, deep in the girl's pussy, because
Tamara's face was suddenly seized by an expression of
startling, piercing shock.
     
     Oh honey, hold on, you're going to come like a
lightning bolt now! Laura thought, feeling the earthquake
begin deep inside Tamara's body.
     
     "Aiighhhiieee!" Tamara screamed, suddenly realizing
that a horrific orgasm, sharper even than the last one, was
about to devour her quivering flesh.  "Unhh!  Oh . . . oh
god oh god!  Unngghhhiiiieeee!"
     
     After that the breath was torn from her throat by a
wave of convulsions.  Over the next few minutes she had
three more successively wrenching orgasms, each one brought
to life by Laura's rubbing fingers, buried deep in her cunt,
and Laura's skillful lips and tongue on her throbbing,
jangling clit, sending her over the edge so many times that
by the end she was weeping and swooning in an unbearably
intense firestorm of killing pleasure.  And these climaxes,
unlike the first, were not violent, thrashing ones.
Instead, her body seemed to stiffen, then shudder through
long, rolling assaults of hot bliss, then relax, then
stiffen again and resume the whole sequence, her face
transfixed by a sublime trance of burning rapture.
     
     Laura had made many lovely girls come this way, but she
had never seen any of them come harder than Tamara did.  The
girl's cheeks were wet from involuntary tears by the time it
was finished, and Laura had slithered up to embrace her and
coax her back to reality from such an agonizingly intense
sexual journey.
     
     "I hope you can forgive me for making you come so
hard," she whispered into Tamara's lovely whorled brown ear.
     
     Tamara blinked.  She wearily wiped away the tears from
one cheek with a long forefinger.  She looked very solemnly
into Laura's eyes.
     
     "I love you," she said, quietly, simply.  "I just love
you, that's all."  Her big, baby brown eyes gazed deep into
Laura's, tempting Laura to fall in love back.
     
     This was an interesting moment for Laura.  She was the
one who usually fell in love too easily.  I fall in love too
fast, she thought to herself, hearing the song, the melody
that went with the words.  Too terribly hard . . . for love
to ever last.
     
     You just love the way I fuck you, she wanted to say.
So much better than Stewart does.  But she couldn't say it
to Tamara, who was being very honest and serious.  And yet
Laura, who always fell in love too easily, and who was
definitely infatuated by the beautiful Tamara and her lovely
light brown perfect body and her cute coquettish ways, was
not in love with her.  What do you do now? she asked
herself.
     
     Lie, of course.  "I love you too," she murmured, very
genuinely.
     
     It wasn't hard.  Tamara was beautiful, and fucking her
was an intensely beautiful experience.  No denying that.
Laura even sympathized with her a little bit for being so
shallow.  In fact, she knew that wasn't it because she was
in love with others who were a little shallow.  Randi, for
example.  But there was some essential ingredient missing
with Tamara.  Not in the sexual department, though.
     
     Now that she had fallen in love with Laura, her
reluctance to press her mouth to Laura's pussy seemed to
have vanished.  After they cooed and cuddled and loved each
other for several minutes, she slid down Laura's body, and
following only about two minutes of licking Laura's pussy,
she brought Laura to a deliciously long and intense orgasm
with her mouth.  It was so good that Laura, as she lay
recovering from it, wondered if maybe she didn't love the
beautiful Tamara after all.
     
     "I want to kiss you, but I still have all your . . .
you know, juices on my mouth," she confessed shyly to Laura.
     
     Laura smiled drowsily, turning her head.  "Honey, if
you don't kiss me anyway, I'm going to . . . tell Stewart
you just gave me the wildest orgasm I ever had."
     
     This embarrassed Tamara, who looked down.  "I hope you
don't ever meet him."
     
     Laura pulled her down and kissed her searchingly,
emotionally.  "This is between you and me.  Nobody else."
     
     "Did I make you come good?"
     
     "The best.  Couldn't you tell?"
     
     Tamara nodded.  "I'm not lying."  The baby browns
again, throbbing, deep pools.  "I love you.  I can't help
it.  I love you, Laura."
     
     Laura grinned at her and kissed her again.  "Good," she
murmured back.  "Then I won't feel guilty staying here all
night for an orgy."
     
     "Oh god, more?" Tamara laughed, suddenly realizing that
there was no reason to stop.  "I don't know if I can take
any more, after that."
     
     "What do you say we try anyway?"
     
     Again Tamara was embarrassed, but then she glanced up,
growing bolder.  "Maybe we could do that . . . you know,
what we did first, again."
     
     "Are you sure it won't make you come too hard?" Laura
teased.
     
     "Oh gosh, I hope so," Tamara grinned back, giving Laura
a fresh, seductive smile.
     



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