Chapter 192
     
     
     Laura's pain over the thought of Yvette sleeping with
both Rhonda and the Director of Offer Management during her
husband's absence was very great.  But she still had Randi
to see nearly every other day, and of course April, who
reported directly to her.  Anyone would want Randi, and,
Laura realized, having slept a few times with April only
made her want to do it more.
     
     I wonder why her boyfriend, and now Yvette, keep saying
she has a big ass, Laura thought, admiring it from behind
her desk one afternoon as April was leaving her office.
Maybe it was a little big, though on a taller girl it would
just be even more alluring.  For her part, Laura wanted to
dig her fingers into the round black moons.  She wanted to
kiss them and lick them.  It can't be too big if I want to
do that, she thought.  I want to fuck it, like I did to
Shavon.
     
     At the same time, her new role obliged her to interact
with a subsidiary of her company that was located in
Burlingame, a short drive down the peninsula from her own
office.  There she met with a vice president who was a
stunning black woman named Deshona Reed.  Laura was stricken
by feverish desire for her at first sight, but the woman was
very curt and businesslike, without a trace of humor or
warmth.
     
     The more Laura was around her, the more she felt a
bitter, suppressed hostility under the surface of Ms. Reed's
good manners.  Further, she didn't feel it was aimed
particularly at her but that Deshona Reed was just very
embittered about something or other in her past and as a
consequence kept all people at a distance.  She behaved the
same to the black employees of her company as she did to
Laura.
     
     This was a very great mystery, compounded by the fact
that Deshona, even though she wore severe business suits,
was physically very beautiful.  She was small-boned and
short but clearly not flat-chested or shapeless.  Her face
was breathtaking but suffered from her constant glaring
frown and her clearly aloof attitude.  She wore her hair in
an expensive hairdo of long fluffy curls that billowed down
around her shoulders, an unusual but stunning style.  Laura
caught glimpses of her legs whenever possible, but she wore
longish skirts that came halfway down her calf.
     
     Oh well, Laura thought.  She sure is beautiful, but it
seems that sex, not to mention love, is pretty far down on
her list.  Let alone sex with a white lesbian.  I just wish
it wasn't so hard to sit across the table from her knowing
how much I'd like to make her pant, and beg me for more.
     
     Fortunately for Laura, she finally got a call from
Brenda.  "Hey there, girl, I was wondering if we might get
together some time for a chat.  Without you-know-who being
there.  I kind of had a pretty good time with you, and I'd
like to see you again."
     
     Laura was shocked and gratified by her directness.  "I
guess we both did," she said softly, trying to keep the
excited quaver out of her voice.
     
     She tried quickly to figure out how they could meet
without it seeming like all she wanted to do was fuck with
Brenda, and as soon as possible.  But Brenda solved that
problem herself.
     
     "Look," she said, "my husband is going fishing with his
father this Saturday.  He'll be gone until Sunday.  Why
don't we meet on Saturday afternoon?"
     
     Laura smiled.  "It's a date."
     
     "I'll just come to your place," Brenda said.  "I think
I remember the way."
     
     This she said with just enough innuendo to let Laura
know that she was remembering their last time together, and
looking forward to more.  Laura realized that she was very
aroused sexually as she hung up the phone.  Brenda was
gorgeous.  She looked a lot like Midori.
     
     Laura had used the web to find pictures of Midori and
was surprised how much Brenda resembled her.  But Midori had
had breast implants, though it was a good job and hard to
detect, while Brenda's breasts were that large naturally.
Laura desperately wanted them both, and the fact that Brenda
would be coming over Saturday just to spend the evening
fucking with her was enough to give her butterflies.
     
     Of course, she had two days to get through before
Saturday, and she also had to think up excuses for--
unbelievably--Randi, Sholandra, and Charise, who wanted to
sneak out for a couple of hours while her mama was on a
date.  All were petulant and felt rejected, with good cause,
as each one knew, since they all felt correctly that Laura
was going to be passionately fucking some other sweet young
thing.
     
     Brenda, however, was not exactly young, at least as
young as they.  She was almost exactly the same age as
Laura, and they were relaxed with one another from the
start.
     
     "At first I was a little mad at you for bopping my baby
sister," Brenda confessed mid-way through the vodka tonic
Laura had made her.  "But then . . . I looked into those
eyes of hers, and I wondered: how could anyone resist those?
And this smooth young body?  Mavis is a pretty seductive
little thing."
     
     "You're telling me," Laura smiled.
     
     She evidently seduced you, Laura thought.  She didn't
know how far to go with Brenda, whether to let on that she
knew Mavis and Brenda had been fucking each other long
before Laura happened on the scene.
     
     Brenda was dressed differently from the first time,
when she clearly had been with Mavis right after getting off
work.  Today she wore slacks, and a dark green sweater.  Her
large, full breasts pushed up under it alluringly.  She also
again wore the faint smudge of silvery eyeshadow that, Laura
recognized, made her look even more like Midori, who also
wore it.
     
     They made small talk, skirting the issue of their true
reason for being here together, until neither one could
stand the evasions any longer.  Also, the vodka loosened
both of them up, so that when Laura reached one hand out and
caressed Brenda's smooth black cheek boldly, Brenda's eyes
sparkled with sexual excitement.  She turned her face so
that her full, sensual lips brushed Laura's fingers.
     
     "Mavis is a great kid sister and a good . . . a good
time in bed," Brenda purred softly, her eyes searching
Laura's.  "I taught her everything I know.  I guess she told
you that."
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     "But there's nothing like being alone with you," Brenda
breathed.
     
     "I feel the same way," Laura said, guiding Brenda's
mouth toward hers with her extended hand.
     
     They kissed naturally, lengthily, beginning slowly,
without embracing, but then heating up and finally
encircling each other with their arms.  Brenda was a very
sensitive kisser with a beautiful, expressive mouth.  Her
tongue met Laura's and slowly coiled together with it as
they kissed patiently, ardently.
     
     "Well . . . that was nice," Laura breathed as their
mouths came apart.  "I'd like to do it again."
     
     "Me too."
     
     This time they kissed more heatedly, and their hands
began to roam.  Laura immediately got hers under Brenda's
sweater, onto her smooth warm skin.
     
     "You are so beautiful, you look like that gorgeous
Midori," Laura purred into her smooth black neck.
     
     Brenda giggled softly.  "You mean the one who lets
everybody do her?  I'm not like that."
     
     "Oh, I didn't say you were," Laura murmured, kissing
the lobe of her ear, then the edge of it, then slithering
her tongue into it.  "Just as beautiful, that's all."
     
     "Mavis may have led you to think I'm more experienced
than I am," Brenda said in the middle of kissing Laura
again.  "I mean, I had a couple of guys before my husband.
Then him, and Mavis.  And you.  That's all."
     
     "Mmmm, it was the world's loss," Laura said, pulling up
Brenda's sweater finally, and with her assistance taking it
completely off.
     
     Brenda wore a plain white bra, nothing fancy, but her
breasts were large and made a deep cleavage.  They also
swelled up out of the cups.  She helped Laura off with her
loose sweatshirt.  Laura wore no bra under it, and her naked
breasts swayed free.
     
     Brenda cupped them in her palms.  "Such beautiful
little boobs," she said.  "I thought so when I first saw
them, last time.  I never saw such beautiful boobs.  Not
even in high school, in the showers.  They're perfect."
     
     Laura kissed her again.  "Not as perfect as yours."
     
     "You like mine?"
     
     Brenda beamed.  She reached behind herself and
unfastened her bra.  It fell away, exposing the luscious,
firm, jutting globes of her breasts.  Laura was consumed by
lust.  Trying to be gentle, she caressed each round globe,
running her fingers across the wide, puffy areolas and
emerging center nubs, thick and springy.
     
     "I think they're so lovely," she murmured, lowering her
lips to one of Brenda's nipples.  "Can I?"
     
     "Yes.  Yes . . . yes."
     
     Laura held one firm globe in both hands and gave it the
full treatment.  First, she slowly, almost worshipfully,
licked the large, plump black nipple and swollen areola,
coiling her tongue around it, swathing it with love and warm
saliva until it was shiny and wet.  Then with her fingertips
she began to pull and pinch it gently while flicking it at
the same time with her tongue.  Brenda watched everything,
and soon she began to breathe harder, panting and biting her
full lower lip.
     
     By now Laura couldn't keep herself from sucking
Brenda's wet, shiny, stiff nipple completely into her mouth.
She feasted on the thick, sensitive bulb, pinching it
between her tongue and the roof of her mouth and sucking
hard, until she heard Brenda making tiny helpless cawing
sounds deep in her throat.
     
     "Mmmmm, you like that," Laura murmured, releasing
Brenda's erect, wet nipple briefly.
     
     "Oh god!" Brenda gasped.
     
     Again Laura feasted on it, squeezing Brenda's full
breast with both hands at the same time.  Brenda sighed and
squirmed.
     
     "Oh god!" she moaned again.  "You . . . better take me
in the bedroom, girl.  You're getting me too hot!"
     
     "Who needs the bedroom?" Laura asked, turning her
attentions to Brenda's other breast.
     
     "I love the way you suck them so hard," Brenda panted.
"No one ever sucked me that hard."
     
     "Mmmmm, it makes your pussy just throb, doesn't it."
     
     "No kidding, Laura.  Let's go in on your bed.  I'm so
wet I might leak juice all over your sofa."
     
     Laura smiled at her as they both got to their feet.
"Then I could smell it and make myself come just by
remembering this."
     
     Brenda grabbed her aggressively and kissed her as they
both quickly shed their pants and underwear.  "Girl, you
ain't gonna have to make yourself come," she said.  "I'm in
charge of that."
     
     By now they were both overcharged with urgent lust for
each other.  In Laura's bedroom, Brenda pulled down the
bedspread, and they lay down together.  They clearly wanted
to eat each other alive, but they paused for another brief
tender moment.  Brenda caressed Laura's cheek.
     
     "I don't think I've ever wanted sex with anyone else as
much as I do with you," she confessed softly.
     
     "I just want to eat you alive," Laura said, staring
deep into Brenda's eyes.
     
     "Can I suck your titties like you were sucking mine?"
     
     "Why don't we do it together?"
     
     "How can we do that?"
     
     "I'll show you."
     
     Laura turned her body so that her breasts dangled in
Brenda's face and her own face was directly over Brenda's
breasts.  In this position, they proceeded to devour one
another.  Their sucking and slurping and squeezing became so
passionate that soon Laura found herself biting one big,
beautiful, ripe black nipple, and she quickly felt Brenda
responding in kind, biting one of her nipples.
     
     This sent them both into a frenzy of sexual excitement.
     
     "Oh Jesus . . ." Brenda gasped, squirming and twisting
under Laura as the sensations aroused her to the breaking
point.  "Oh . . . Laura!  Unhhhh!"
     
     "Are you going to come, baby?"
     
     "I . . . I think I am . . . any second!  Oh!"
     
     Laura felt on the verge of coming herself.  Luckily,
they could easily slide right into sixty-nine.  Laura
slipped forward, feeling Brenda slide in the opposite
direction under her.  Almost immediately, with no
preliminaries, each girl's mouth found the other's secret
treasure.
     
     Both were shaking and moaning, twisting and writhing in
urgent need.  Laura buried her tongue deep in Brenda's hot,
glistening, black-edged juice pit, and she winced and gasped
as she felt Brenda's tongue plunging into her cunt at nearly
the same instant.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh yes!" she gasped, hearing Brenda groan and
feeling the girl's hips beginning to churn uncontrollably,
pushing her lovely, streaming pussy up into Laura's face.
     
     She ran her hands all over the girl's beautiful,
clenching, firm black buns, pulling apart Brenda's swollen
black vulva with her thumbs and pressing her tongue against
the hot, runny channel of Brenda's tangy pussy, then moving
her mouth up so that her lips caught the erect berry of
Brenda's clit and gave it a long suck.
     
     "Anngghhhhh!" Brenda moaned, stiffening and quivering
as Laura passionately attacked her aching pussy.  "Oh shit .
. . I'm gonna . . . I'm gonna . . ."
     
     "Oh yes, baby, yes!" Laura panted, on the verge of a
fierce explosion herself.
     
     "Auunngghhhh!  Ongghhh!  Unghh!  Auunngghhhh!" Brenda
suddenly cried out, her luscious naked body convulsing in
sharp spasms as she came violently.
     
     Laura was only a couple of seconds behind her.  Brenda
was totally shattered by her own orgasm, but she had tongued
Laura's pussy aggressively until it her climax began to
overwhelm her, and her shuddering body seemed to bring Laura
right along until she too was coming, groaning into the
sheet, pressing her cheek against Brenda's thigh, and cawing
helplessly as the excruciating pleasure ripped through her
body.
     
     For several seconds they lay quivering and moaning,
pressed together, each girl with her face between the
other's thighs, until the shockwaves began to die out.  This
shared climax was strong and sweet, but it only seemed to
whet their appetite for more.  Laura rolled to the side,
then reversed her position to embrace the still-stunned
Brenda, kissing her, fondling her luscious, large breasts.
     
     "Mmmm, I think we really fuck well together," she
murmured, nuzzling Brenda's beautiful neck.  "I want more of
you."
     
     Brenda giggled softly.  "You know, I tried to give this
up, but you have really made me want it more than ever."
     
     "You don't have to worry about it, because I'm going to
fuck you all night," Laura breathed.
     
     "God . . . what heaven," Brenda smiled, breathing more
excitedly as Laura again began sucking her big, swelling
black nipples.
     
     The next hour was a feast for Laura and a revelation
for Brenda.  They each had three more orgasms and had to
rest a while before continuing.  Even so, Brenda thought
they were finished.
     
     Wide-eyed, she confessed to Laura softly.  "I only came
four times one other time in my life.  And it took me all
night.  With my husband, before we were married.  Now we're
usually too tired to do it more than once."
     
     "What about with Mavis?" Laura asked, wondering how far
Brenda would go into that.
     
     Brenda became silent and raised a skeptical eyebrow.
"What did she tell you about us?"
     
     Laura shrugged it off.  "Only that you did it with her
now and then."
     
     Brenda smiled.  "Now and then?  We did it almost every
day.  We didn't have any other kids in the house then, just
her and me.  You've seen her.  You've even, you know . . .
done it with her."  Brenda smiled, deeply affectionate, then
shook her head.  "That girl's the devil.  She seduced me,
you know.  I'll bet you thought it was the other way
around."
     
     Laura thought a minute.  "I did.  But I believe you.
She's very seductive.  Those deep eyes.  That wonderful
young body."
     
     Brenda nodded.  "Did you make her come four times in a
row?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "More."
     
     "More?  Like how many?"
     
     "I wish you'd stop competing with her.  She isn't here.
You're here.  I want you again."
     
     Brenda, very intentionally, dropped one hand to
Laura's, caressing the tops of Laura's fingers and the back
of her hand.
     
     "You know what I want?" Brenda said, very softly.  "I
feel like a pervert, but I can't stop wanting it."
     
     They both looked down at her black fingers on Laura's
white hand.  Slowly, Laura made her hand into a fist, right
under Brenda's fingers.  Laura could hear a sharp intake of
break whistle involuntarily past Brenda's clenched teeth.
     
     Slowly, Laura slid her fist from under Brenda's hand
and raised it to Brenda's lips.
     
     "You want it, don't you," she murmured.
     
     Brenda's eyes were glazed.  She seemed hypnotized by
the thought.  She kissed Laura's fist sensually, never
removing her eyes from Laura's.
     
     "Lord help me, I love it," she whispered.  "It seems so
nasty and depraved, but it nearly makes me faint when . . .
Mavis does it to me."
     
     "My hand is small . . . like hers," Laura said.
     
     "I know."
     
     Laura stroked her cheek and kissed her.  "Just lie back
and don't say anything," she said.  She pulled a pillow over
next to Brenda's head.  "If it gets too good, moan into
this, okay?"  She raised her eyes to the ceiling.  "The
neighbors."
     
     Brenda smiled, almost meekly.  "You can do it hard,"
she said in a barely audible voice, as if she didn't really
want to be heard.  "She never does it hard enough."
     
     Laura bent over and kissed her passionately, squeezing
her naked breasts and pinching her plump black nipples at
the same time.  "You want to be raped?"
     
     Brenda nodded her head.  "Not just by anybody.  By
you."
     
     "Will you rape me back?" Laura smiled.
     
     "Promise," Brenda nodded her head again.
     
     She was now quivering in anticipation.  Laura was
shockingly aroused and wanted to rape her as much as she
wanted it.  Brenda's body was a masterpiece.  Slowly, Laura
began to fuck her beautiful wet pussy with two fingers,
quickly adding a third, patiently opening the tight cavity
to receive her whole hand.
     
     She and Brenda had already had five orgasms apiece, but
it was as if they had just begun.  Laura made love to the
girl in a controlled but potentially brutal manner, softly
raping her pussy with three fingers while with her other
hand she pinched and twisted Brenda's large, silky, pulpy
nipples.  Brenda watched everything, slowly swirling her
hips to push her pussy up into Laura's penetrating hand.
     
     She bit her lower lip as Laura introduced a fourth
finger, then a fifth, making a wedge of fingers and pushing
it farther into the squinchy warm channel each time.
     
     "Oh!" Brenda gasped softly in excitement.
     
     "Good?"
     
     "Oh yes!  Do it harder.  Yes . . . like that!  Unghhh!"
     
     The magic moment came, and Laura's entire hand slid
into Brenda's pussy up to the wrist.  It didn't exactly
hurt, Laura knew, but it was a fiercely intense sensation.
Brenda's lovely face was suddenly frozen, transfixed in a
seizure of erotic pleasure and anticipation.
     
     Her glazed eyes caught and held Laura's.  Panting,
unblinking, she began to gyrate her hips.
     
     "Fuck me, baby . . . fuck me," she whispered hoarsely.
     
     They were both in a trance of slowly simmering fuck-
frenzy.  Laura's hand was still unclenched, and she moved it
carefully in and out of Brenda's tight pussy, still trying
to open the channel further.  But this slow motion was
enough to send Brenda into an accelerating mania of need.
     
     "Oh god yes fuck me . . . " she murmured throatily over
and over to Laura, taking her eyes from Laura's only to look
at Laura's arm protruding from her puckered cunt.  "Oh god
yes fuck me . . . fuck me harder . . . oh Laura fuck me
harder!  Faster!  Unhhh!  Oh!  Unhhh!"
     
     Her lovely large breasts swirled, two amazingly firm
balls with ripe, swollen black nipples, as she writhed in
rhythm with Laura's thrusting hand.  Slowly, Laura made a
fist with her hand inside Brenda's tight pussy as it yielded
more and more to her penetration.  Brenda began to pump her
hips harder, pushing her cunt up into Laura's hand.
     
     And now they seemed to enter a second stage, a wilder,
more delirious zone of hot, rapacious lust and violent
fucking.  Brenda had said that Mavis would not do it hard
enough, and she evidently meant it.  She grabbed her own
breasts, frantically twisting and pulling her nipples, while
at the same time she bore down with her pubic bone on
Laura's wrist, shuddering with pleasure as Laura began to
plunge her hand harder into the girl's slippery pussy, now
making a fist and finally fisting her hard . . . hard . . .
even harder.
     
     "Ohhnnggg!  Oh . . god oh shit!" Brenda panted, now
writhing uncontrollably, making Laura's huge bed sing and
creak as it swayed under her surging body.
     
     Laura couldn't resist the opportunity to ravish
Brenda's bouncing, swirling breasts at the same time that
she more and more brutally raped Brenda's pussy with her
fist.  She scooped one up in her free hand and sucked
Brenda's fat, glossy nipple deep into her mouth, biting it
and fist-raping Brenda savagely until Brenda began to erupt
in an absolutely shattering orgasm.
     
     It turned out to be a stunner, like the ones that
Jonelle used to have in Laura's arms, a deep, trancelike
climax that seemed to sink Brenda in a deep swoon of nearly
unbearable sexual rapture.  She made no sound but a helpless
cawing deep in her throat.  Her body convulsed and quivered
helplessly as shock after shock of intense pleasure gripped
her flesh.  Only after a minute or so of this did her voice
return in a soft, incredibly erotic low moaning, which went
on for another two minutes.
     
     Just the aftershocks took that long.  Finally, she
shook her head as if to clear the fog away, and blinked,
smiling, at Laura.  Carefully, and very slowly, Laura
removed her hand from the girl's plundered pussy.  God, I
really fucked her hard, Laura thought.  I never raped Karen
like that until I knew her for a year.
     
     Brenda held her breath and winced a little during the
extraction.  But then she beamed at Laura.
     
     "I always knew it could be like that," she said
hoarsely.  "Thank you, Laura."
     
     Laura cuddled with her, kissing her tenderly, still
fondling her magnificent breasts.  "I was afraid I raped you
too hard."
     
     Brenda shook her head.  "I never came like that in my
life.  Until now."
     
     "I don't think I'd mind a bit if you returned the
favor," Laura brushed her lips against Brenda's smooth, dark
cheek.
     
     But Brenda's face grew troubled.  She held up her hand,
making it into a fist.
     
     "My hand's bigger than yours.  That's why I never did
it to Mavis.  She has small hands, like you.  But mine are
big.  It might hurt you."
     
     It was true.  Brenda's hand was about half again as big
as Laura's.  Looking at it made into a fist made Laura, who
was already fiercely horny, throb and ache between the legs.
Brenda could see the expression on her face.
     
     "Try," Laura croaked softly, suddenly overcome by
urgent desire.
     
     "Are you sure?"
     
     "Yes."
     
     Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending on how you
looked at it, she was already so horny that Brenda's fingers
in her sopping wet pussy made her come almost immediately,
before Brenda could work her hand in further.  A three-
finger wedge rotating in her slippery channel pushed Laura
to the breaking point.  She grabbed the pillow, burying her
face in it and whinnying wildly as a sharp orgasm gripped
her.
     
     "Unnmmnneeeeppghghh!" she groaned into the pillow,
coming frantically, pumping and twisting.  "Oh god!
Ungghhmpphhaiinnggg!"
     
     Astonished, Brenda merely hung on for the ride, until
finally Laura's body relaxed, and soft cooing sounds issued
from her throat.  Even though Brenda hadn't fisted her to
this point, it was still a beautiful climax, and they hugged
happily.  They fucked several more times before Brenda left
without ever bringing up the failed fisting episode, partly
because Laura really was afraid of her larger hand, and
because Brenda was waiting for Laura to bring it up.
     
     But as Brenda was getting ready to leave at midnight,
Laura took one of the girl's hands in both of her own and
raised it to her lips.  She looked directly, hotly, into
Brenda's dark eyes as she spoke softly.
     
     "Next time, I want this fist to send me to paradise,"
she murmured.
     
     "Next time?" Brenda smiled, eyes flickering.  "Sure you
can take it?"
     
     "I'm going to die trying," Laura said.
     
     "I can hardly wait."
     
     "I can't either," Laura said.  "Call me."