Chapter 231
     
     
     Laura and Ada worked late one night on a report that
was due, and it was nearly seven before they were finished,
weary and hungry.  Ada was a pleasure to work with,
considerate and methodical, with no trace of The Voice, the
loud, annoying twang, while they were alone.  She spoke
softly, and smiled often.
     
     She was actually quite lovely, and Laura found herself
more and more physically stimulated by her.  And this made
her more nervous than ever, because wanting to sleep with
your boss was a perilous impulse.  Worse, Ada seemed to like
Laura and began revealing more about herself.
     
     She had committed herself to this career and so had
indeed, as Laura had suspected, not left any permanent
romantic relationship behind in Dallas upon taking this new
job.  She seemed, also, a little wistful about it, but
resigned.  They went out for a quick meal afterward, and she
got even more friendly with Laura.
     
     "So, tell me, why isn't a beautiful young woman like
you married, or otherwise tied up, Laura?" she smiled across
the table.
     
     For some reason, Laura had to suppress a grin.  She
could hear Groucho Marx in the back of her mind, saying `Tied
up?  Why, I was tied up by a darling supermarket clerk just
the other day, my dear.'  But she quickly put that out of
her thoughts, embarrassed to be remembering such kinky
wonders in the presence of this sweet, very attractive
woman.
     
     "I guess I'm like you.  Buried in work.  No time to
think of romance."
     
     Ada sighed in agreement.  "What'll become of us.  Old
maids driving our Mercedes.  What do you do for fun?"
     
     You keep walking right into these, dear Ada, Laura
thought, staring deeply into her large black eyes, letting
her own eyes caress the phenomenally smooth dark brown skin
of Ada's cheek.  For fun I try my darnedest to get beautiful
women like you to let me fuck them.  I would so love to
slide my tongue up into your lovely wet pussy.  Can you read
what I'm saying with my eyes?  I wish you could.
     
     And maybe Ada did.  She seemed briefly uncomfortable
and looked away from Laura's riveting stare.
     
     "I play a little tennis.  Go to a movie.  You know."
     
     "I've never played tennis.  Maybe you could teach me."
     
     "Gosh, that would be fun," Laura brightened up.  An
opportunity.  She remembered playing tennis with Randi and
how they had completely devoured one another after a few
sweaty matches.  "I'd love to."
     
     She could feel the familiar little tingle deep inside
her pussy that always started when she flirted, even
unobtrusively, as she was now doing.  It was flirting
without the object of the flirtation even knowing about it.
Laura's heart and pussy fluttered with excitement at the
same time.  And the danger seemed to spice it up even more.
Wanting to fuck your own boss! Laura thought, almost
blushing right there.  I really am a tramp and slut after
all.  Kendra's right.
     
     They parted after making plans to play tennis that
weekend, and Laura hummed to herself all the way home in the
car.
     
     At home she was already in her nightgown, minutes away
from going to bed, when the downstairs lobby bell rang.  She
was a little tired and not looking forward to a visit, but
the inescapable notion came over her that it could be one of
the scrumptious teenagers, either Charise or Mavis, who
called her at odd times since they could not always elude
their mothers easily.  Tired or not, Laura knew she would
not turn down a chance to lie naked together with either
one.
     
     But it was Deshona Reed's strangely slurred, distorted
voice that came up through the speaker system.  "Laura . . .
you said if I ever needed to drop by, I could.  Can you let
me in?"
     
     "Of course."  Laura buzzed open the lobby door for her.
     
     She looked at the clock.  It was ten-thirty.  What's
she doing here at ten-thirty?  Unannounced.  This is very
strange.  Laura opened her door and looked down the hall
toward the elevators, where Deshona emerged about a minute
later.
     
     She was beautifully and expensively dressed, as usual.
This time she wore a fur coat, a silver fox, very classy,
and under it a pale mint evening dress that scooped low to
reveal her considerable cleavage.  As if to emphasize the
beauty of her throat, her perfect clavicles, her smooth dark
brown chest, and the deep valley between her large
breasts-so big, as Laura often thought, for such a petite
woman-Deshona wore a genuine pearl necklace, with pearl
earrings to match.  She actually looked stunning, but one
look in her eyes told Laura that she was as drunk as a
skunk.
     
     Deshona could hardly even stand up straight.
"'Smatter, you never seen anybody drunk before?" she asked,
her voice again slurred, too loud.
     
     She also stumbled on the carpet as Laura quickly
grabbed her elbow and pulled her inside.  "What happened to
you?"
     
     Deshona gave her a daffy smile and giggled.  "Tee
martoonis and a bubble dourbon.  Remember that?  I had a
fight with that fucking Charles, right in the middle of the
fucking Carnelian Fucking Room."
     
     The look on her face was formidably wrathful, and Laura
was glad she hadn't been there to experience her anger with
`Charles'.  Deshona's small body became stiff again with
anger just at the memory of it.  She glowered at Laura.
     
     "Who's Charles?" Laura asked innocently.
     
     "Husband.  Excuse me, ex-husband."  Deshona smirked
with a comical, inebriated cleverness.  "I realize that
upsets you."
     
     "Oh . . . no," Laura said, airily, aping Deshona's
usual aloofness, acting as if she could care less about any
of it.  "Come over here and take off your coat.  I'll make a
pot of coffee."
     
     Deshona lurched after her, and Laura helped her out of
her fur coat.
     
     "You just want me for my body, don't you," she slurred.
"Just like him.  You don't want my mind, just my body.  You
just like these big boobs, and my pretty little black pussy.
You're trying to take my clothes off and-"
     
     "No, I'm not.  I'm just trying to sober you up.  Now
come in here and sit down while I make some coffee."
     
     Deshona lurched forward and flung both arms around
Laura's neck, almost sliding down Laura's body to the floor
before Laura grabbed her.  Even though she was clumsy drunk,
the feel of her body against Laura's sent a hot current of
sexual desire shooting through Laura's flesh.
     
     "Look at you in your little flannel old lady's nightie
with a ruffled collar," Deshona giggled.  "Always thought
you wore those sexy little teddies like I see you in.  Don't
want no coffee, Laura.  Take me in the bedroom and fuck my
brains out.  That's what Charles always says.  Says he wants
to take me home and fuck my brains out."
     
     "Is that why you had a fight?"
     
     Deshona pouted theatrically.  "That . . . and some
other reasons.  He's a prick.  Kiss me.  I love you.  I
always loved you.  He's a stinking prick and a shit."
     
     "Where did you get these marvelous pearls?  They just
make me want to kiss your neck," Laura murmured, kissing it.
     
     "Ooohhh, see?  You do want to fuck my brains out.  Come
on, let's go do it.  My pussy is hungry for some hot lesbian
screwing."
     
     Deshona grabbed her hand and jerked Laura behind her,
heading in her graceless, lurching way for Laura's bedroom.
Laura, though she had to lurch too to keep up with Deshona,
didn't resist.  God, I do want her bad, even if she's drunk,
she thought.  It's been a while, and I do love her so much.
     
     All the pain of sharing Deshona with `Charles' came
rushing back into her mind and heart, as well as the pain of
being separated from her.  Deshona was obviously hot for it
right now.  Did it make sense to refuse her, even if she was
a little tipsy?
     
     In Laura's bedroom both of them managed enough
equilibrium to remove Deshona's jewelry, Laura carefully
taking off the necklace while Deshona took care, still woozy
but focusing closely, of the earrings.  Laura put them on
her dresser together so they could find them in the morning,
for she suspected a hot night in bed was about to ensue.
     
     While she had her back to Deshona, Deshona unzipped and
slithered out of her evening dress, letting it fall around
her ankles.  She was wearing devastatingly sexy black lace
underwear, panties cut high on the thigh, bra cups dipping
low under her firm round breasts.  Laura was agog.  Had she
forgotten how beautiful this woman was?  But at the same
time she was troubled by the question whether Deshona had
worn this underwear for `Charles' and now was teasing Laura
with it as her fall-back position.  Laura knew the answer.
     
     Deshona lay down and stretched out on Laura's bed,
holding out her hand as an invitation.  "Come on, Laura.
Get out of that granny nightgown.  I'm hot and horny for
you, honey.  I want you to fuck me . . . five times . . .
no, six."
     
     Laura could see her own hands trembling as she lifted
the flannel nightgown over her head.  She was consumed by
sexual excitement, hungry for Deshona, hungry for her body
and everything else, disappointed that Deshona was a little
drunk but otherwise pulsing with hot desire for her.  But by
the time she stretched out next to her, Deshona had passed
out.
     
     Her eyes were closed, her breathing even.  In the split
second it had taken Laura to disrobe and lie down, the
liquor had overwhelmed Deshona and dropped her into a deep
stupor.  She was breathing gently, and so not dead, but
completely submerged in a deep, drunken sleep.
     
     Laura kissed her shoulder, and she did not stir or give
any recognition of the touch.  Laura ran a gentle, caressing
finger along the curve of her bra, letting it descend into
the deep, alluring valley between her very round breasts,
which amazingly did not slacken out even when she lay on her
back.  Still Deshona did not stir.
     
     "You sure are a little bitch to tempt me like this,"
Laura whispered, smiling.  "If I did it to you six times
now, you wouldn't even know it."
     
     On the other hand, she thought, maybe I could bring her
out of it with a little coaxing.  But then, resigned, she
decided to let her sleep.  Deshona was very lovely, lying
there like that, completely passed out, in her sexy black
lace underwear.  She was, in her sleep, almost too pure to
touch.  Laura could only love and desire her, which she did
in silence, finally pulling a loose blanket over her before
getting up to shut off the lights.
     
     In the morning, she awoke and showered, humming to
herself.
     
     My heart should be well-schooled,
     Cause I've been fooled in the past,
     But still I fall in love too easily,
     I fall in love too fast.
     
     Deshona was still asleep, having during the night
rolled over onto her side and curled up in a fetal position.
Laura was sitting alone at her small kitchen table a half an
hour later, reading the paper, when Deshona appeared.  She
had found a shortie terrycloth robe in Laura's closet, one
that reached only halfway down the thighs.  The sash was
loosely tied, and the lapels gaped open since her breasts
were larger than Laura's.  But Laura could clearly see that
the sexy black lace bra was gone.
     
     Deshona looked frowsy and hungover but deliciously
sexy.  "I feel like warmed-over shit," she croaked, standing
beside Laura.
     
     When Laura turned her head, she was staring almost
directly into the big round balls of Deshona's wonderful
breasts, only half-concealed by the flimsy terrycloth robe.
     
     "Sit down, I'll make you some scrambled eggs."
     
     Not moving, Deshona grinned down knowingly at her.
"Tell me.  Did you take advantage of me last night?  When I
was drunk?  Did you have your way with me?"
     
     Laura deadpanned her.  "Why should you care, if you
don't remember it?"
     
     "My body is a temple," Deshona said, her voice heavily
laced with irony.  "Didn't they teach you that as a kid?  I
like to know who's worshipping in there."
     
     Instead of answering, Laura playfully moved her head
forward a few inches so that her lips came to rest between
Deshona's firm, half-naked breasts, pressing against the
warm, flat skin between them.  She kissed it sensually and
with her fingers slipped loose the sash of the small
bathrobe.  It fell open, and she swept the thin lapels
aside, filling her hands with the round, springy globes,
feeling the thick, protruding bullets of Deshona's nipples
against her palms.
     
     "Do you have a headache?" she inquired, softly.
     
     Deshona nodded.  "Chinese gong style.  Are you going to
fuck me anyway?"
     
     "I think I might."
     
     "Mmmm, I was hoping you'd say that."
     
     She bent to kiss Laura's mouth, while Laura still held
her naked breasts in both hands.  It was a long, warm,
exploratory kiss.  They had not kissed in weeks, and the
aching in Laura's heart was so intense that it almost hurt
physically.
     
     She stood up and took Deshona in her arms, and they
began kissing more heatedly.  Laura still wore her own
bathrobe, and Deshona's shortie one was nearly off by now.
Laura ran her hands all over Deshona's smooth, warm flesh.
     
     "You don't know how hard it was to keep my hands off
you last night," she panted, kissing the smooth dark skin of
her neck, taking one of Deshona's small ears entirely into
her mouth and slithering her tongue into it.
     
     Deshona shivered and giggled wildly.  "Oh shit!" she
dissolved in shivers.  "You're going to make me come before
we even do it!"
     
     She undid the sash of Laura's robe and slipped her
hands underneath it, caressing Laura's back and her ass,
squeezing Laura's buns.
     
     "You have a pretty nice ass for a white girl."
     
     "Flattery will get you everywhere."
     
     Deshona raised her hands up Laura's body to her
breasts, lightly pinching Laura's nipples.  "I guess the
scrambled eggs'll have to wait.  I'm feeling kind of runny
down there . . . ready for some action."
     
     "How's your headache?" Laura asked, pulling her toward
the bedroom.
     
     "I think feeling your naked body against mine is going
to make it go away.  Oh Laura . . . how could we stay apart
so long?"
     
     It wasn't me, Laura wanted to remind her, but by then
they were too involved and excited, falling on the bed and
devouring each other hungrily.  Again they kissed, slowly,
romantically, then more passionately.  They had been in
love, and now they explored being in love again.  He could
never do for you what I can do, Laura thought, digging her
fingers into Deshona's marvelous small body, driving her
tongue deep into Deshona's open, receptive mouth.
     
     In truth, though, she didn't know if she was right.
After all, Deshona, even after the hot affair she and Laura
had had for many weeks, had gone back to her ex-husband.
Their relationship still seemed to be rocky, but Laura
couldn't take any comfort from that.  She tried to put it
out of her mind as she stroked and kissed Deshona's smooth,
dark brown body feverishly, wanting to consume her and
ravish her.
     
     She held Deshona's large, round breasts in her hands,
finally having the opportunity to enjoy them again, running
her mouth and fingers all over them.  Deshona had told her
that no man, including Charles, had ever made love to her
breasts the way Laura did, and as usual she surrendered them
to Laura eagerly, arching her back, quivering, mewling
softly as Laura's tongue toyed with her jutting nipples.
     
     "Oh!  Oh . . . god!  Oh Laura . . . I've missed this!
Yes!  Suck it, please!  Oh yes!  Unhhhh!  Bite it.  Bite it
like you did last time."
     
     Laura grinned up at her, holding one stippled, dark-
molasses colored areola between her teeth.  "You mean like
this?" she said, without letting it go.
     
     Biting her lower lip, her black eyes swimming in hot
lust, Deshona nodded.
     
     But the round balls of Deshona's breasts were so hard
and her spreading areolas so flat against the taut surface
of flesh that it was difficult even to suck the whole thing
into your mouth, though Laura managed.  Teasingly, she sank
her teeth into the soft, sensitive corona surrounding the
upthrusting nub of Deshona's nipple, making Deshona gasp.
     
     "Oh!"
     
     "Does it hurt?"
     
     "Oh!  No . . . do it harder!  Unhhh!"
     
     "I want to do the other one too.  I love your hard,
rubbery nipples."
     
     "Do the other one.  Yes!  Unhhh!"
     
     For the next minute, Laura moved her mouth from one
wet, erect, pointing nipple to the other, back and forth,
sucking, gently biting, pinching them, until Deshona was
almost delirious from sexual arousal.  Laura, still holding
her damp breasts, slid up to kiss her mouth again.
     
     "You like that," she whispered, sultry and seductive,
still tweaking Deshona's aroused nipples with her fingers.
     
     Deshona's eyes rolled up briefly, and her body
shuddered sharply.  "I think that was a pre-orgasm," she
panted.  "Oh god, Laura, nobody ever did this to me but you.
I never can come this fast.  Please.  Don't make me wait."
     
     They lay face to face, each with her hand in the
other's groin, kissing, their breasts touching, their
fingers moving in a gentle, deliberate rhythm.  Laura wanted
to lick her exquisitely beautiful pussy, but there would be
time for that.  Right now, she wanted to gaze into Deshona's
eyes while they fucked, wanted to do it face to face, wanted
to enjoy the seizures of bliss when they were reflected in
Deshona's contorted features.
     
     "Gosh, honey, I don't think I've ever felt you as wet
as this," Laura whispered to her as she felt the warm juices
from Deshona's overly aroused pussy flow over her fingers.
She could also smell the ripe, thick, musky odors rising to
her eager nose from this over-heated passion flower, and it
aroused her to a thrilling degree.
     
     But Deshona was always remarkably, prodigiously wet
when they did this, and even ejaculated from time to time,
following an especially intense orgasm.
     
     Deshona smiled quickly, even through her half-entranced
sexual delirium.  "I think my hangover is making me extra
horny," she panted, eyes rolling up again as Laura's finger
touched a sensitive nerve.  "Ahhnnn!"
     
     Laura was not exactly under-aroused herself.  The
feeling of Deshona's delicious naked body undulating against
hers, and Deshona's fingers inside her own flooding pussy,
had her wound to a tight pitch.  Somehow, as often happened,
looking deep into Deshona's eyes while they fucked also had
the effect of raising Laura's sexual temperature a few more
notches.
     
     "I love you," she whispered to Deshona, not having said
it to her for a long time.  For weeks.  "I love you,
Deshona."
     
     "Oh god, I love you, Laura!  I'm going to come!   Oh
god!  Ahhnnn!  Yes!"
     
     "Oh, not yet!" Laura breathed.  "I don't want you to
come yet.  I want it to last."
     
     "I don't know if I can help it," Deshona panted, now
gyrating her hips more frantically, pushing her wet pussy
hard into Laura's hand.  "Put your finger into my ass.  Like
you did last time.  Unhhh!  Oh god . . . it's so good with
you!"
     
     "You told me never to do that again," Laura whispered,
still gazing deep in her eyes, whenever they rolled down in
a brief respite from her sexual transports.
     
     Deshona's eyes, stunned and pulsing from urgent sexual
needs, narrowed momentarily.  "You better do it.  God,
please do it, Laura!  I've never been so horny."
     
     Laura kissed her smooth cheek, her neck, her ear,
slipping her tongue into it again at the risk of making
Deshona come before she got all that she wanted.  "How can I
refuse you?" she whispered rhetorically.
     
     Deshona shivered sharply as Laura's tongue invaded her
ear, and this brought her hand in Laura's crotch jerking up,
jabbing her fingers deeper into Laura's pussy and
simultaneously rubbing the bone of one finger against
Laura's swollen clit.  Laura just about went over the deep
end.
     
     "Unhhh!" she gasped.  "Oh!"
     
     "Do it quick, Laura, I'm going to come!"
     
     "Me too!"
     
     "Do it!"
     
     Deshona's crotch was already so wet and warm, buttery
and slippery, that it was no trouble for Laura to slip her
forefinger out of the girl's snug slit and slide it up
between her buns, where with a little push it popped easily
into her asshole.  Laura immediately drove it up deep into
her ass.
     
     Deshona's eyes rolled up again.   "Ohhnngg!  Yes!"
     
     Now they were both almost coming already, just
teetering dangerously on the edge of a ferocious shared
explosion.  They were pumping, gyrating, kissing, whimpering
and panting in a fierce, urgent heat, hurtling closer and
closer to the ultimate spasm.  Laura managed to get her
thumb into Deshona's squirmy, greasy pussy where her finger
had been, so that now she was gripping the girl rather like
she were holding a bowling ball, with a finger up Deshona's
ass and a thumb in her cunt.
     
     This allowed her to push and pull hard with her hand,
fucking Deshona in a quick burst of rapid, plunging motions.
It was enough to tip Deshona over the edge, and she began to
come in torrents, flexing and groaning as a fierce,
throttling orgasm suddenly gripped her writhing body.
     
     "Ummmnnghhiiieeee!" she cried out, clutching Laura's
naked back with her free hand, her nails digging spastically
into Laura's flesh.  "Ungghh!  Oh!  Aunnghhhhhh!
Onngghmmmnnggiieeeee!  Oh shit!  Oh!  Unngghhhiieee!"
     
     Her stiff jerking and wild seizures as she was coming
made her hand dig and pump in Laura's pussy, bringing Laura
off at nearly the same instant.
     
     "Oh god . . . baby . . . baby!" Laura gasped.  "Oh god,
I love you, Deshona!  Unghh!  Oh yes!  Unngghhh!
Auunngghhhiiieee!"
     
     They clung together, coming in repeated, shattering
implosions of scalding pleasure, their eyes catching in
fleeting glimpses as both were transported by the hot
paroxysms of their orgasms.  The expression of overwhelming
rapture on Deshona's face was the sight Laura had been
craving, and she managed during her own climax to let her
eyes linger on it, drinking in each sharp grimace of intense
pleasure.  Both took a long time to surface from the tumult
of this heated explosion.  Finally, the hot sexual fog began
to lift, and they began to stir, untangling their bodies
slowly.
     
     "Ohhhhhh!" Deshona shuddered, as Laura started to
remove her forefinger from the girl's very tight asshole.
"Oh god . . . I'm coming again!  Laura, wait!"
     
     Smiling, Laura held her while she quivered silently in
the grip of a sharp aftershock, which seemed to last a good
half minute.  Finally, she relaxed, shaking her head and
smiling at Laura in embarrassment.
     
     "I'm sorry.  I've never come so hard before, I think.
Even with you."
     
     "Hold on, now.  There."  Laura extracted her finger and
wiped it on a towel.  "Even with me?"
     
     She couldn't help pressing the issue.  Deshona nodded.
     
     "Nobody ever made me come as hard or as fast as you do.
Or as often, either."
     
     "Not even Charles?" Laura asked, slyly.
     
     "Certainly not him.  That prick."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura nuzzled her neck lovingly, squeezing her
hard round breasts again with both hands.  "I love to hear
that.  I'd love to make you come again too, but I've got to
get to work."
     
     Deshona pouted.  "I forgot it's a workday.  God, my
head is beginning to throb again."  She frowned and raised
her fingers to her brow.
     
     Laura was actually very reluctant to get up and get
dressed.  She wanted more, as always.  She loved fucking
with Deshona, and the orgasms they had just shared were more
intense than ever.  Deshona clearly felt the same way since
she began caressing Laura again, kissing her, fondling her
naked breasts, trying to coax Laura to stay.
     
     "Maybe only fucking will make the hangover go away,"
Laura whispered to her, caressing her peerless back while
Deshona's lips began to toy with her aching nipples.
     
     "I think the hangover is making me hornier than ever,
like I said.  I can't believe it.  I never came that hard.
Those aftershocks were amazing.  And I still want you to do
me again.  I want to spend the day with  you, right here."
     
     Laura looked glum.  "I've got work that has to get
done.  But I can spare another hour."
     
     Deshona smiled ambiguously.  "You might have to spend a
little longer.  I don't have any way to get home.  I took a
cab here last night, after my fight with Charles."
     
     Laura shrugged.  "I'm glad you didn't drive.  You were
in pretty bad shape."
     
     "I must've been if you didn't even try to take
advantage of me when I was drunk."
     
     "I like it better when you give it back as well as take
it."
     
     Now Deshona's mouth on Laura's breasts became more
aggressive, insistent.  She sucked one of Laura's nipples
into it deep.  Her teeth gently ringed Laura's areola,
threatening, making Laura's breath quicken.
     
     "I think I'm going to give it back right now," Deshona
breathed, looking up at Laura from beneath her long
eyelashes.
     
     "I think we're both going to give it back.  Again,"
Laura said, pulling her up and kissing her mouth almost
savagely.
     
     Both were amazed by the heat they still felt for one
another.  The intensity of their earlier orgasms had been
shocking, but it had done nothing to slake their passion.
They had spent long hours in bed together earlier in their
relationship, and the intimate knowledge they had gained of
each other's body paid off for them in the skill they used
on each other.
     
     Deshona might be a little hungover, but it didn't keep
her from rolling Laura onto her back and swarming over her
like a whirlwind of lust.  She kissed and stroked Laura's
naked body feverishly, sucking her nipples and french-
kissing her navel, caressing Laura's belly and her thighs,
pushing them apart, revealing the hot, oozing crease between
them.
     
     "Oh, I have missed this beautiful pussy, beautiful
Laura's beautiful pussy," she purred, parting the wet,
swollen vulva with her fingertips and running the tip of her
tongue up and down both sides.
     
     Laura was in ninth heaven, holding the sides of
Deshona's head with both hands as Deshona lovingly licked
and tongue-fucked her aching slit.  She didn't know whether
heaven could ever be as good as this.  Deshona loved her,
Deshona was making love to her pussy with exquisite skill
and a passion that grew by the second.   The only thing she
wanted in addition was the chance to do the same thing back
to Deshona.
     
     "Oh god . . . I want you too!" she gasped, pulling
Deshona up by the arms, kissing her ravenously.  "I want to
sixty-nine you.  I need your beautiful pussy too."
     
     A happy smile spread quickly across Deshona's face.
"Sounds like that might lead to more pleasure than either
one of us can bear," she said in a smoky voice.
     
     "I'm willing to risk it if you are."
     
     "My little clit is already singing to you and your
tongue, Laura," Deshona breathed.  "It's singing `Lick me .
. . suck me!'   Can you hear it?  Top or bottom?"
     
     Laura smiled back, flirting.  "I'm already on the
bottom."
     
     With a sly, promising grin, Deshona slowly turned her
body around, straddling Laura's head with her silky black
thighs.  She lowered her lovely pussy, gaping and sculptured
like the dark curling folds of a beautiful shell with a wet
coral-pink interior, to Laura's waiting lips, bringing her
own mouth down again to Laura's hot, festering pussy at the
same time.
     
     They began slowly, even though both were already
overheated, in spite of their recent climaxes.  But their
love affair had endured a few traumas of late: Deshona's
discovery of Laura with Randi, her apparent stabs at a
reconciliation with her ex-husband, which had wounded Laura
deeply.  This, in contrast to their earlier frantic fucking,
was a slow, expressive process they used to heal the
injuries they had inflicted on one another.
     
     The feel of Deshona's large, round breasts pushing into
her belly, punctuated by the hard pebbly nubs of her nipples
poking into the smooth skin, aroused Laura almost as much at
first as the painstaking skill of the tip of Deshona's
tongue as it explored every corner of her pulsing wet cunt.
She ran her fingertips along Deshona's gorgeous smooth back,
suddenly groaning as Deshona's tongue took a teasing,
preliminary stab at her clit, which was already throbbing
and swollen again.
     
     "Anngghh!" she gasped, stiffening and squirming with
intense pleasure.
     
     "Mmmm, you like that?" Deshona asked.  "You want more?"
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!" Laura moaned.  "I want everything!  I want
to eat you alive!"
     
     Deshona, grinning ear to ear, looked back over her
shoulder at Laura, whose eyes fluttered open long enough to
catch her grin.  "Just my pussy will be fine, girl.  You go
right ahead and have your fill of it, hear?"
     
     Laura smiled back at her.  She moved her hands forward,
cupping Deshona's delectable naked  buns in her hands and
pushing down, bringing the girl's flowing, inflamed cleft
down into her lips.  At the same time, she slithered her
tongue up into the sopping-wet trench, and Deshona herself
went wild, groaning and quivering as Laura had been doing
seconds ago.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god, yes, Laura!  Oh god!  Unhhhh!"
she panted, her breath whistling as she sucked it past her
clenched teeth.
     
     From this point on, it was hard for them both to
restrain their overheated ardor.  They had been mainly
working with their mouths and their hands on one another,
but now the rising heat made them move the rest of their
bodies together, which only heightened their excitement as
they felt their flesh rubbing.  Laura explored the
delicious, wet, glistening red seam of Deshona's beautiful
pussy excitedly with her tongue, pulling apart the glossy
black labia and slithering her whole tongue in deep,
pinching and squeezing the girl's perfect, hard little
asscheeks and slipping her fingers threateningly into the
crack between them, feeling Deshona's small, silky body
shudder in response, hearing her nearly uncontrollable
moaning.
     
     Both of them were again flooding with thick, aromatic,
warm juices, writhing and sliding together, their fingers
digging into each other's ass, their mouths searching,
sucking, probing, pulling, their tongues stabbing and
flicking.  Deshona was always abundantly wet and slippery,
but now the sexual heat and excitement had Laura flowing and
oozing strongly too, and Deshona coated her forefinger with
Laura's cunt juices and easily slid it up into Laura's ass,
as Laura had earlier done to her.
     
     "Unghhh!" Laura grunted softly, tears springing to her
eyes.  "Oh . . . yes!  Unghhhh!"
     
     She realized that this coupled with the fantastic
sensations of Deshona's mouth on her sensitive pussy was
going to make her come like an exploding rocket in only a
few more seconds.  She could already feel the incredible
pressure swelling within her body, within her raging blood.
The two of them seemed to be moving and undulating together
as one body, their flesh infinitely sensitive to the
slightest pressure, their cunts throbbing in response to the
most intimate kisses and penetrations.
     
     The pungent, ripe, musky odors of Deshona's buttery
pussy mingled in Laura's nose and nearly made her come just
from the smell.  Her head whirled with them, and she sucked
them eagerly into her nostrils, wanting more, wanting to
drown in them, feeling her already sizzling blood approach
the volcanic eruption point.  Being on the bottom, she got a
full view of Deshona's delectable naked bottom swirling
above her face as she sucked and tongued the girl's
dripping, inflamed slit, and she couldn't keep her fingers
from caressing the gorgeous round moons, so exquisitely
paired and formed, clenching excitedly as Deshona too
approached an orgasm.
     
     The puckered, wrinkled orifice of Deshona's pretty
little anus, which Laura had earlier invaded with her finger
as Deshona was now doing to her own, winked at her from the
deep crease between Deshona's marvelous smooth buttocks, and
Laura could not resist.  Deshona's asshole was still
partially greased from the earlier invasion, and her warm
cunt juices seemed to be flowing everywhere, coating Laura's
tongue and lips, so that it was an easy matter to pass her
finger through them, lubricating it again, on its way into
the dark valley.
     
     "Oh!  Ummgghh!" Deshona gasped, suddenly freezing, then
undulating more urgently as she felt Laura's long forefinger
re-enter her backtrack and slide up into her ass.  "Ohhnn .
. . god Laura, yes!"
     
     And now it was a frantic race for the finish line.
They were locked together in an upside down embrace, and
their bodies began quaking, rocking, pumping, shuddering, as
they both brought each other up simultaneously to a crushing
climax.  Laura drove her finger into Deshona's ass, feeling
Deshona's finger twist and probe her own, and she sucked the
girl's clit between her lips, and more of Deshona's warm,
dripping pussy, sucking her cuntlips into her mouth too.
Deshona went wild, writhing and whinnying crazily on top of
Laura, returning the favor by devouring Laura's throbbing,
jangling clit almost as violently, sucking part of Laura's
pussy into her mouth too.
     
     The terrible and wonderful thing about sixty-nine,
Laura recalled in little flashes of recognition through the
wild, swirling, hot sexual turmoil they were both locked in
at the moment, was that you and your partner were both about
to lose it at any second and go hurtling into the vortex of
a killing orgasm, and yet you had to keep helping the other
get there too, preferably at the same instant.  In this
case, though, it seemed not to matter since both were wound
so tight, and groping and sucking and penetrating each other
so urgently, that they seemed to ignite in the same second.
     
     One second they were still gasping and mewling and
feverishly fucking each other, and the next second they were
both squealing uncontrollably in the throes of sharp,
repeated, fiercely intense jolts and shocks and spasms of a
sensation almost too severe to be called pleasure.
     
     "Mmnngghiieeee!" Laura erupted, her mouth falling open
to emit her sharp squeals, but her tongue still feverishly
stroking Deshona's clit.
     
     Deshona groaned suddenly, and then her body rumbled and
jerked, and equally uncontrollable squeals came from her
throat.  "Anngghh!  Ohnngg!  Unh!  Ummnngghiieee!" she
squealed, her body now undulating wildly and flexing on top
of Laura, who could feel the hard big bullets of Deshona's
nipples almost scraping across the smooth skin of her
stomach.
     
     Even though their moaning and squealing momentarily
occupied their mouths, each girl still had her finger up the
other's ass, and in the middle of their orgasms they began
to fuck each other more rapidly.  Neither seemed to be able
to get enough of the fierce, jolting orgasms they were
experiencing, and they devoured and fucked each other
frantically, wanting more, more, until a second spasm
suddenly wrenched them in tandem.
     
     Without warning this time, Deshona came again,
whinnying deep in her chest as an unmercifully intense
climax shattered her writhing body.  She spewed too, her
pussy gushing suddenly onto Laura's lips and tongue just as
Laura herself was wrenched again by a second killer orgasm,
which seemed to center all sensation on Deshona's
forefinger, which was embedded deep in her throbbing
asshole.  The warm pussy juices that drenched her face
somehow had the effect of making her come even harder, so
that she was still reeling from a crushing ecstacy when the
panting Deshona climbed off her body and collapsed beside
her, rolling onto her back.
     
     "Ahhhhh!" Deshona sighed, so loudly that it was almost
a moan.  "Oh god!  Oh god, Laura, fucking with you is like
nothing else in life."
     
     Still stunned herself, panting, her blood still
pounding, Laura could feel her asshole clenching in the
aftershocks of her orgasm, even though Deshona's finger was
now no longer inside it.  She grinned as Deshona looked at
the shiny cunt juices that still streaked her chin and lips
and cheeks.
     
     "Oh god, I did it again!" Deshona cried, her face
contorting in anguish.
     
     Quickly, she grabbed a corner of the sheet and wiped
off Laura's face.  Laura reached up and took her hand, the
one holding the sheet.  She gazed deeply into Deshona's
black eyes.
     
     "I wish you could come all over my whole body," she
said, solemnly.  "I mean it."
     
     Deshona was momentarily paralyzed by this frank
admission, drinking it in.  Then she grinned wryly.  "I know
you would, you pervert.  That's why I have to protect you
from yourself.  Yeuuchhh!  Pussy juice in the face!  It
makes me want to puke."
     
     "Not me," Laura said, caressing her cheek.  "It makes
me want to lick the pussy it came from all over again."
     
     "We've done enough pussy-licking for one day, girl.  At
least you put my hangover in the shade for sure.  I feel
like a million bucks."
     
     She leaned over and kissed Laura, a deeply affectionate
kiss, the kind of kiss that had frequently convinced Laura
of her deep and abiding love.  Then, days later, Deshona
would seem as frosty as she once had been and inform Laura
that she was seeing her ex-husband.  The emotional turmoil
was harrowing, but the kiss was sweet and very sincere, and
Laura had to put aside her doubts once again, at least for
the moment.
     
     "Come on, I'll take you home.  But I can't stay.  I
have to get back to work.  You may be a principal in your
business, but I'm just a lowly director and they could fire
me in a minute."
     
     In the car on the way down to Burlingame, on their way
to the house in the woods where Laura and Deshona had nearly
burned up the bed during many weekends of incredibly hot
fucking, Deshona popped the question.
     
     "Why don't you quit and come to work for me?"
     
     Laura gulped.  The thought of such a thing had never
occurred to her.  And it also made her very uncomfortable,
for obvious reasons.  She adored Deshona but didn't trust
her.  The business with the ex-husband just lacerated
Laura's emotions.  And secretly, she knew she could never
give up her desire for some of her other girlfriends.  Plus,
working directly for Deshona would make her very vulnerable,
more than she could bear.
     
     "I'll . . . think about it," she said, but they both
knew it was impossible.  She turned her face to Deshona and
winked.  "We'd be in bed instead of at work half the time."
     
     "Or all the time," Deshona beamed back.  "You are
making my pussy wet again, girl.  What is it about you?"
     
     But in the driveway of Deshona's house was parked a
snazzy black Corvette.  Uh oh, the husband, Laura thought,
glumly.  Deshona knew what she was thinking.
     
     "Will you be safe?" Laura asked, taking both of
Deshona's hands in hers.  "I love you.  He won't hit your or
anything, will he?"
     
     Deshona shook her head.  "He doesn't know a thing about
us."
     
     "I want to kiss you."  Laura could feel her eyes
tearing up.
     
     "Better not."
     
     Deshona was now clipped, restrained, not quite the Ice
Queen that Randi loved to sneer about, but certainly a very
cool customer, impressively in control after their morning
of deliciously hot fucking.  She got out of the car without
letting Laura catch her eyes.  Almost nonchalantly, she
spoke to Laura over her shoulder as she headed for the door.
     
     "Call me at the office."
     
     "Sure . . . okay," Laura said, half-audibly, before
turning the car around and driving off.
     
     
     
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