Chapter 129

     Laura didn't know whether she was happy or not that
things had, temporarily at least, been patched up with
Sholandra.  They had had spectacular sex, which left them
both exhausted and fulfilled, though sore.  But Sholandra
was not likely to make any fewer demands going into the
future.  And Laura was left with scratch wounds that made it
impossible for her to see Trina for a week at least.

     She had no idea what excuses she would make.  Trina
would be very suspicious, since she worried about Laura
sleeping with other women in the first place.  Instead of
dealing with it, Laura put it off, tried to forget about it.

     She was worried about her future relationship with
Sholandra, who suddenly seemed sexually insatiable.  Not
only had she nearly devoured Laura, she had got up from
Laura's bed saying that she was supposed to spend the night
with Rhonda.  In addition, Laura knew she had gone back to
seeing at least one man, someone she had known in her life
before Laura.  And now Rhonda.  She was just fucking
everybody, and for a while it was hard for Laura to admit
that she herself was fucking everybody too.

      In the past three weeks she had been to bed, she
counted, with Alison, Kim, Cecilia and Bernice, Yvette,
Trina, Randi, and Sholandra.  Eight.  She could remember
each encounter in astonishing detail, becoming aroused again
by each detail, and the memory of each wonderful partner.
But she couldn't exactly criticize Sholandra for sleeping
around.

    She was mulling over these things as she arrived home
one evening after work, having stopped at the Safeway to

pick up some things.  She was carrying a bag full of

groceries and checking her mailbox, when Cecilia's friend

Bernice got out of her car, parked in front of Laura's

apartment house, and approached her.

     "Hi," she smiled.  "Can I hold your groceries?"

     "Bernice!" Laura smiled.  "What are you doing here?"

     "Give me those before you drop them."

     Laura gave her a playful frown.  "Only if you come
upstairs and have a pork chop with me, so I won't have to
eat alone."
     Only after she said it did she realized that it sounded
like a transparent sexual invitation.  On the other hand,
she thought, that's probably what it is.  This woman has a
wild body.  I certainly didn't get enough of her last time.
     Bernice's eyes glowed and smoked.  Laura suddenly
realized that she had the same thing on her mind.  "I would
be honored," she said.  "But only if you let me cook the
chops.  I'm a pretty good cook, you know."
     "I'll bet you are."
    Laura finished getting her mail, and she and Bernice
went upstairs.  It was nice to be alone with her without
Cecilia being there to control their relationship.  Bernice
was sweet and direct, and Laura discovered that her sexual
desire for the girl was so intense that she might never have
gone to bed with her already.

    She made the salad, and Bernice cooked.  They had two
glasses of wine and ate.  Afterward, they did the dishes
together.

     Drying off her hands, Bernice turned to Laura in the
kitchen.  "Nice as this is," she said, "I didn't come over
here to cook and wash dishes."  She grinned saucily at
Laura.

     "And what did you come over here for?" Laura acted
naive.

     Without answering, Bernice walked past Laura into the
living room.  Laura followed her.  Bernice turned.  Slowly,
she began to unbutton her blouse.

     Laura felt her blood accelerate, and a tiny, familiar
pulsing deep in her pussy began.  She watched, fascinated,
as Bernice slowly removed her blouse.  Her white, lacy bra
against her very black skin was enchanting to Laura.  Her
huge, hard breasts swelled over the bra cups.  The cleavage
between them was deep.

     "Do you want me to go on?" Bernice teased, tossing her
blouse on the sofa.

     "Please.  Please go on," Laura said, staring
shamelessly.

    "Maybe you'd like to take this off yourself," Bernice
half-whispered, pointing to her bra.

     "I love watching you take it off," Laura swallowed.
"God, you are beautiful."

     "Oh . .  . not beautiful," Bernice laughed softly.
"But I have big boobs.  Really big boobs."

     Laura almost held her breath as Bernice reached both
hands behind her back.  Her breasts strained forward into
the bra cups, swelling even more.  She unclasped the bra and
it went limp.  With one hand she skimmed the straps off her
shoulders, and it fell away, revealing her large naked
breasts in all their glory.

     Laura couldn't take her eyes off them.  She had
forgotten how hard and elongated, gourdlike, they were; she
had forgotten how huge Bernice's jet-black nipples were.
How could I forget? she wondered.

     Without speaking, she took Bernice's hand and led her
down the short hallway to the bedroom.  Bernice followed
obediently.  Laura shut the door, as always, then turned,
staring deep into Bernice's dark eyes as she removed her own
blouse.  Bernice's eyes dropped to Laura's bra as she
removed it too.

     Now they were both naked from the waist up.  Laura
moved forward until her nipples brushed Bernice's huge ones,
remembering how excited she and Sholandra had got doing the
same thing only yesterday.  She and Bernice both looked down
at their nipples touching.  Laura's arms went around
Bernice's shoulders, and Bernice's hands moved up Laura's
back as their mouths came together.

     They kissed tentatively at first, then more
aggressively, their mouths curving together, their tongues
intermingling.

     "Is this why you wanted to come here?" Laura whispered,
in the middle of more kissing.

     "Yes."  Bernice's dark eyes were glazed and throbbing.

"Cecilia and I been knowing each other a long time.  Since

high school.  But I thought . . . maybe it would be nice for

you and me---"

     "To be alone together?"

     "Yes."

     "I think you were right."

    Laura brought her hands around Bernice's naked upper
body to her large breasts, cupping them, squeezing them
gently.  They were phenomenally firm.

     "The guys must go wild when they see these," she said.

     "They all want to fuck `em," Bernice giggled.  "You
know?  Like put their dick in between them and rub it with
my boobs until it spurts?"

     "Do you let them?"

     "I've let a few.  It's kind of exciting.  They get so
carried away, you know?  And I kind of like the feel of it
when their cum shoots all over my boobs.  I don't like to
get it in my face, though."

     "I know what I'd like to do," Laura murmured.

      She lowered her mouth to one of the gourd-shaped
globes, cradling it in her palm, and ran her tongue
sensually all over Bernice's huge areola and nipple.
Bernice trembled.  Laura opened her mouth and sucked as much
of Bernice's nipple into it as she could fit.  She could
feel the huge bud thicken as she sucked and tongued it.
Bernice moaned softly.

     "Ohhhnnn . . . oh Laura!" she sighed.

     Laura sucked harder, trying to get the whole huge
nipple into her mouth.  She could feel Bernice sag a little.

     "God . . . Laura," she gasped.  "I've got to sit down .
. . or lay down."

     "Your nipples are sensitive, aren't they," Laura
whispered as she pulled Bernice gently over to the bed.

     They lay down side by side, helping each other off with
their skirts and panties, until they were both completely
naked.

     "It feels so good to be alone with you," Laura
murmured, kissing Bernice's neck, her shoulders, the upper
slopes of her large breasts.  "Three is good, but it's good
like this too.  I want to enjoy all of you."

     "I want you to suck my nipples real hard," Bernice said
softly, her eyes full of murky sex.  "I never felt anybody
do it like you.  Not even Cecilia.  I thought I was going to
come, when you did it over at her house.  Sort of feel that
way now, too."

     "Like you could come?  If I suck you hard?"

     Bernice nodded.

     Laura's dreams had come true.  She wanted nothing more
than to utterly devour these huge, gorgeous breasts.  "I
think I can make you come," she whispered to Bernice.  "I
think you're right.  I'd love to try."

    "Oh god," Bernice sighed.  "Think I'm almost ready to
come right now, I'm so excited."

     "Mmmmm, me too," Laura smiled.  "I love feeling your
naked body next to me like this.  We should've done this
before."

     "I know," Bernice smiled back.

     Now Laura held one of Bernice's breasts in each hand
and began to lick and suck the huge black nipples hungrily.
It took only a few seconds for Bernice to become almost
delirious with sexual excitement.  She panted and squirmed,
looking down at Laura's mouth on her nipples, gasping each
time Laura sucked her hard.

     Laura let her feel just a touch of teeth on her
areolas, guessing that it was what had made her so excited
at Cecilia's, what had made Laura different.  And she was
right.  Bernice shivered sharply each time she felt Laura's
teeth on her nipples, and Laura knew she could make her
come.  Laura held both firm gourds in her hands, squeezing
them ever more roughly, and sucking Bernice's wide jet-black
nipples voraciously, pinching the wet buds in her fingers,
sucking them again.  Bernice went wild.

    "Oh!  Oh god!  Ungghhh!  Oh Laura . . . oh god!  Yes!
Yes!  Hard . . . harder!  Yes yes!  Unghhh!"

    Laura realized that Bernice was going to come without
either one of them touching the girl's pussy.  She sucked
and pinched the huge, wet nipples, biting them gently, which
sent Bernice nearly over the top.  She mewled and whimpered
almost hysterically.

     "Are you going to come, honey?" Laura asked her,
panting herself with wild sexual excitement.  "Are you going
to come?"

     "Yes!  Oh god, yes!"

     The bed was moving and shaking as Bernice tossed and
writhed, closer and closer to her orgasm, her hips churning
uncontrollably.  Laura turned up the heat.  She pinched one
huge nipple and sucked the other sharply, then switched,
pinching the first one hard and sucking the second one, even
sinking her teeth harder into the silky areola.

     This was all it took for Bernice to explode.  She gave
a tiny, shocked cry, then bit her full lower lip and came in
a hot rush.

     "Auuggnnnhhh!" she groaned, thrashing under Laura, her
body undulating as the waves of ecstacy poured through her.
"Ohnngg!  Unghh!  Oh god!  Auungghhiiieee!"

     The orgasm gripped her very hard, and aftershocks from
it were still making her quiver involuntarily as Laura
gathered the girl into her arms, kissing her cheek, and
purring to her, squeezing Bernice's incredible breasts more
gently now.  As the fierce pleasure released her, Bernice
turned her lips to Laura's.  They kissed deeply, a more
emotional kiss than before, especially from Bernice.

     "I never came like I do with you," she confessed.
"That's why I had to come here.  Cecilia and I, you know, we
did it a few times after you left that night.  And once more
since then.  She's good, and I love her, I really do.  But
even with her it wasn't like this.  She's not like you.  You
know things."

     "You're right, I do know things," Laura whispered to
her.  "I know how to make you come better than anybody."

     "You sure do!" Bernice beamed.  "God, I thought my
boobs were going to explode when you . . . did that to
them."

     "Did it hurt?"

     Bernice shook her head.  "You mean biting me a little?
It made me come faster."

     "Mmmm, I love to make you come," Laura purred.  "I love
to bite your incredible big nipples."

    "Better be careful, you makin' me hot again," Bernice
grinned.

     She and Laura coiled together, and as naturally as
anything Bernice began to kiss Laura's naked body, lingering
over Laura's breasts until Laura was twisting and panting,
then dipping down between Laura's thighs.

     "Girl," she whispered, "you got the prettiest pink wet
pussy I ever saw."

     "God, Bernice," Laura panted.  "Do me, please.  Do
everything to my pussy."

     Bernice did.  She had no shyness but went full-speed
ahead, sucking and tongue-fucking Laura's aching pussy,
sliding two fingers into it and fucking Laura with them
while she licked.  Laura went wild.

     She writhed and undulated, thoroughly enjoying
Bernice's hunger for her pussy, , feeling the pressure
build, the tension mount.  When she was about to come, she
panted to Bernice.

    "Honey . . . ohhnnn, oh god!  Honey . . . let me suck
your boob when I come," she panted.  "I know . . . it'll
make me come so hard.  Please!"

     Smiling, Bernice slid up to let Laura get a hand on her
breasts.  She replaced her tongue in Laura's pussy with her
hand, rubbing Laura's clit steadily while Laura fed one
huge, deep-black nipple into her mouth.  She had the chance
only for about three deep sucks before she came in a
thrilling explosion that rocked her entire body.
     Bernice's nipple slipped from her mouth as she groaned
and thrashed, climaxing in deep, shocking tremors and
shuddering sharply as each one rolled through her.  It was a
terrific climax, and she was still stunned by it for minutes
afterward.  Bernice hadn't moved, and still swished her
amazingly firm breasts in Laura's face.
     "Don't know what it is about these boobs," she joked
softly.  "They just make people come.  They touch my boobs,
and they come and come."
     "God, I sure did," Laura said, grabbing and kissing the
huge taut globes again.
     Over the next hour and a half they made each other come
several more times.  Giving Bernice her full, devoted
attention, as she had not been able to do when the
delectable Cecilia was present, Laura brought Bernice to
orgasms she had never dreamed of.  And they culminated with
a terrific dual orgasm in which Bernice straddled Laura, who
lay on her back, and dangled her breasts in Laura's face
while they each worked the other's pussy with one hand.
     Laura sucked Bernice's nipples voraciously, which made
them both come in a shattering explosion, a tumultuous,
groaning whirlwind of ecstacy that made the bed shake and
thump as they both surged through fierce orgasms.


          After the breathtaking power of this shared
orgasm, there was little else for them to shoot for.  Still
dazed by it, they pulled on their clothes.  Tomorrow was a
work day.
     Laura watched Bernice put on her bra, encasing the
incredible naked breasts that had given her such thrilling
orgasms as she sucked them.  It had all been so direct and
easy, so exuberant and athletic, and Bernice was so relaxed
and happy about it.
      As they were leaving Laura's apartment--Laura was
walking Bernice down to her car, neither of them able to
easily give up what they had generated--her answering
machine went on.  She briefly panicked, having forgotten to
turn down the volume.

     It was Randi.

     "Hi, Laura," she said in a very sultry voice.  "I miss
you.  I think every minute of what we did together.  God, I
can still feel your tongue inside me.  It makes me nearly
lose my senses.  When can I see you again?"  Now she pouted.
"You haven't called me.  I know I had to spend time with my
boyfriend.  I couldn't get out of it.  He only made me want
you more.  I need your tongue, Laura.  I want to stick mine
into you, too."

     Embarrassed, Laura tried to push Bernice out of the
door before they heard any more.  But Berncie was smiling.

     "Ooohh, I know what she's talking about,"
she teased Laura.

     "I'm sorry you had to hear that," Laura
said, blushing deep red.

     "You don't have to be.  I know you've got
other girl friends.  I told you I got boy
friends."

     "I know.  The ones who shoot their cum all
over your breasts."

  "You should try it," Bernice teased.  "It's
                    kind of
exciting."

  Now they were at her car.  She unlocked the
                     door.
                       
  "Not as exciting as being with you," Laura
                     said.
                       
 "I feel the same way.  Wish I could kiss you,
                      but
someone might see."

"Me too.  You're very easy to be with, Bernice.
                       I
won't forget tonight."

     "Me either.  When can I see you again?
You don't call me.  I need your tongue.'"

     "You minx," Laura grinned.  She took the
risk of leaning down and kissing Bernice full
on the mouth.  "Now don't be a stranger."

     "Won't be," Bernice smiled, starting up


the engine and driving off.