Chapter 216
     
     
     Laura was thrilled at how things had worked out.
Tamara seemed content with three orgasms, but Laura, ever
hungry, wanted more of her, a sexual drive borne of the fear
that Tamara, like many others, would be slightly appalled,
when the sun came up, by the exciting depravity she had
shown the night before.  And so Laura woke her twice for
more fucking, which Tamara gave herself over to eagerly.
     
     She even mustered up the courage to help Laura to a
climax a few more times, though never with her mouth.  By
morning, they were both dragging, having spent most of the
night shuddering and moaning in each other's arms.  But
Tamara sweetly suggested that they breakfast separately so
as not to draw attention, and just in case their intimacy
was too apparent.
     
     Laura agreed and realized throughout the ensuing day
how wise it had been to do that since she had trouble not
devouring Tamara with her eyes all day long.  When she
arrived back at her apartment, she was already devising ways
they could have a repeat performance, but the red light on
her phone was blinking, and the message was from, of all
people, Trina, whom she had not seen for months.
     
     Of course Laura's heart melted every time she heard
Trina's voice.
     
     "How you doin', hon'?" Trina asked.  "Feel like I ain't
seen you for a year or so."
     
     "Feels longer to me.  I'm okay.  How about you?"
     
     "Well . . ." Trina paused, either trying to find the
right words or trying to heighten Laura's anticipation.
"Bill bought us all a house.  I'm living out here in Concord
now."
     
     Laura smiled.  A house.  Bill Grantham, Trina's new
husband, had really delivered and was giving her what she
had longed for, a stable, middle-class environment for
herself and her daughter.  Laura could hear the pride and
satisfaction in Trina's voice.
     
     "I'm so happy for you," she said.  "But it's so far.  I
feel like you're far away now."
     
     "Not so far," Trina scoffed.  "Anyway, Bill is out of
town working for a week.  I don't know if I ever told you,
but he drives heavy equipment, cranes and stuff, for a
living, and he has to go to these jobs sometimes and stay
there for a while."
     
     Laura felt her heart flutter.  She sensed that this was
leading up to something.  "And how's Shawna?" she asked
softly, just to keep things rolling.
     
     "Oh, she's great.  Misses you too.  Asks about you now
and then.  She's staying with her new grandma for a couple
of days, since this is a school vacation."
     
     Now Laura's whole body tingled.  It wasn't only sex,
either, or the anticipation of it, but also a warm glow of
happy love tinged with sadness that she always felt just at
the sound of Trina's voice.  She tried not to seem overtly
coarse or horny but couldn't ignore the possibilities.
     
     "Does this mean I could come out and see your new
house?"
     
     Silence.  Then Trina cleared her throat.  "I was
thinking maybe I ought to come there.  I'd love you to see
the house.  But if you come here-"
     
     "The neighbors," Laura interjected.  "Of course.  I
forgot.  They would see my car parked outside."  She lowered
her voice.  "They might even hear us squealing."
     
     Trina giggled uncontrollably.  "I ain't squealed like
that for months," she confessed.
     
     Laura didn't have the heart to tell her that in this
apartment they would have to keep the squeals under control
too.  She also had neighbors, and they weren't only
wondering what she was up to; they already knew.
     
     She changed the sheets and put fresh towels in the
bathroom, as well as leaving a few on the chair by the bed.
No telling how messy it might get.  She had never tried
anything kinky with Trina.  For one thing, on nearly every
occasion Shawna had been asleep in the adjacent room, and
they had tried not to wake her.  Once she had awakened and
caught them in a naked embrace, panting and moaning.  Trina
had plausibly explained that they were `loving' each other,
and Shawna had found this acceptable.
     
     But they had never gone beyond straight-out (though
girl-girl) fucking.  Last time, however, Laura had found
Trina's g-spot, having been determined to give her an
experience her new husband wouldn't be able to duplicate.
She knew she would not be able to keep from trying it again.
Trina had come so hard, and so long, Laura knew she could
hardly have forgotten it.
     
     Laura had a brief twinge of guilt as she realized she
would have to make some excuses in advance.  She still spent
most of every weekend with Deshona in her spectacular house,
secluded in the woods and fucking each other into delirious
ecstacies.  Also, she and Randi had patched things up and
were hungrily fucking one another again too, at every
opportunity.
     
     Both Deshona and Randi were also instinctively jealous.
They were not only suspicious of each other, they also
believed deep down that Laura was betraying them with every
other attractive girl.  And since any honest person might
see it that way, Laura felt  doubly guilty.  She had spent a
joyous night in Tamara's bed at the retreat, and that seemed
to show that Deshona and Randi were right to be suspicious.
     
     Nevertheless, she begged off with both of them, knowing
that she and Trina were not likely to slake their common
lust in only one night.  And when Trina finally arrived,
Laura knew it was true.  Trina had never looked so desirable
to her.
     
     As Laura had ruefully understood before, marriage had
been good to Trina, giving her a confident glow and a
healthy outlook.  She seemed to have lost about five pounds,
and her figure was more stunning than ever, her full breasts
jutting through her pale pink sweater, and her legs well-
muscled and sleek and bare.  Having tried various hair
styles in the past, she had returned to bangs, with her hair
cut short around her ears.  Laura always found bangs
devastating, and coupled with Trina's spectacular body, it
was a combination potent enough to make her knees quiver.
     
     Trina walked slowly down the hall from the elevator
toward Laura, who was waiting in the open doorway.  Her
large breasts, always very firm, swayed slightly instead of
jiggling.  Her sensual mouth was curved in an amused,
provocative way as she watched Laura's eyes on her legs and
her body.  She stopped, facing Laura.
     
     "You gon' invite me in or eat me alive with your eyes
so everybody who lives here know what we plannin' to do?"
     
     Laura smiled, and Trina nearly spilled over with
laughter.  Laura took her arm and pulled her into the
apartment.  They were kissing before Laura could even get
the door shut.
     
     "Let me close it, okay?" she gasped, feeling Trina's
lips on her neck.
     
     "Better close it tight," Trina murmured.  "We gonna
make a hell of a ruckus in here, if I know us."
     
     Laura threw the bolt and turned back, pushed against
the door as Trina devoured her mouth.  She got her own hands
under the pink sweater, running them all over Trina's smooth
skin and resilient flesh.
     
     "I want you . . . I want you," she panted.
     
     "Want you, too, hon'," Trina gasped.  "Been a long
time."
     
     Laura took her hand, romantically, caressing it,
lifting it to her lips, gazing hotly in Trina's eyes.  "How
can I live without you?" she asked softly.  "You are so
beautiful."
     
     Trina `blushed,' twinkling.  "You always saying that.
You just want my body."
     
     "And what a body," Laura smiled, pulling her toward the
bedroom.  "I do want it, every inch of it.  Every secret
part."
     
     "I don't have no secrets from you . . . any more,"
Trina grinned.
     
     Laura shut the bedroom door.
     
     "Why'd you do that?"
     
     "To keep you from escaping," Laura leered comically at
her.  "I'm going to have my way with you."
     
     Trina grinned again, beginning to unbutton her sweater.
"I ain't goin' nowhere.  Nowhere at all.  I've been dreaming
of this."
     
     "Let me help, darling.  I love to undress you."
     
     "You and someone else," Trina cracked.
     
     Laura was hotly jealous of Bill Grantham, Trina's
husband, whom she had never actually met.  In her affairs
with other married women-Shavon, Yvette, Cecilia, Brenda-she
didn't recall ever having felt this red anger, though she
had felt it about boyfriends.  Rina's, Charise's, Randi's.
But Trina's allusion to her husband liking to remove her
clothing, as Laura was now doing, filled Laura with hatred
of him.
     
     She kissed Trina's smooth, gleaming black shoulder, the
delicious shallow beneath her clavicle, the wonderful curve
of her flawless throat.  Trina was very black, her body very
voluptuous, such a striking contrast to Tamara, whom Laura
had been devouring only recently.  Doing it with Tamara had
been exciting, but there was no comparison with Trina, with
whom Laura had shared a deeply emotional relationship for a
long time, one also mixed with the deep feelings left over
from Laura's earlier relationship with Trina's dead twin
Rina.
     
     I hate you, Bill, for getting to do this all the time,
Laura thought.  I want her, I had her first, I can satisfy
her in ways you can only dream of.  But Laura was also
deeply sensible and knew that Bill Grantham had given Trina
things she, Laura, could never supply.  In fact, the reason
Trina was so vibrant and confident and emotionally healthy
was directly traceable to her marriage.  Laura couldn't deny
it.
     
     But she still comes to me to get properly laid, Bill,
Laura laughed inwardly.  She dropped her lips into the
inviting cleavage between Trina's jutting breasts, feeling
Trina shiver excitedly and her own blood begin to sizzle.
She felt Trina's fingers slip under the collar of her shirt,
caressing her neck, pulling her head up so that she could
mash her mouth against Laura's, her tongue snaking inside in
a searching frenzy.
     
     Together they settled onto the bed, still undressing
each other, but much more frantically now.  Trina got
Laura's blouse off, and Laura nearly had Trina's sweater
completely unbuttoned.  They both hungrily kissed every bit
of naked flesh they could find, having been deprived of one
another for months.
     
     "Hon', you always have the greatest underwear I ever
saw," Trina smiled, unclasping Laura's sexy black bra
between the cups.
     
     "I'd give you some of it," Laura panted softly,
unclasping Trina's bra behind her back, then running the
fingers of both hands all over the girl's perfectly smooth
naked back.  "But I think these are too big to fit in my
bras."
     
     She moved both hands around to the front of Trina's
body, cupping her marvelous full round breasts in her palms,
brushing Trina's huge, puffy black nipples with her thumbs.
Trina held Laura's breasts too, guiding Laura's nipples into
hers.  They both watched as their nipples came together,
luxuriating in the feel of it, then snaking their tongues
together slowly, sensually, wildly horny for each other but
willing to tease and play this way for a while.
     
     Trina pulled her lovely face back only inches, her eyes
glazed, her bangs fringing her beautiful forehead and making
Laura want to rape her with violent love.  She looked deep
into Laura's eyes.  Laura wondered if anyone ever looked
deeper into her than Trina.
     
     "I want you and me to come together," she whispered
softly.  "Not you first, me second . . . or the other way
around.  Together."
     
     Laura nodded slowly.  "Fuck me with your pussy," she
whispered back.  "Is it wet?"
     
     A fetching half-grin crossed Trina's face.  "It never
gets so wet as it does when I'm with you."
     
     "Really?"
     
     Now Trina nodded.  "That make you happy?"
     
     "Yes."  She held both of Trina's naked breasts in her
hands.  "I dream of these nipples," she said, lowering her
mouth to one swollen, bulbous dark plum, sucking it between
her lips.  "I dream of sucking them."
     
     It was true.  She rarely dreamed of her girlfriends,
usually, she guessed, because she was so busy fucking them
as often as she could.  But she did have occasional dreams
of Trina, and in them she was feasting on these beautiful,
large, puffy nipples, sucking them to her heart's content.
It aroused Trina too, since she loved having the big,
swelling, puffy beauties sucked hard, and apparently Bill
wouldn't suck them as hard as Laura did.
     
     "Oh god, hon', you gonna make me come too quick," she
panted to Laura, holding Laura's head in both of her hands
as Laura moved her mouth from one wet, erect nipple to the
other and back again, teasing them with her teeth, making
Trina squirm and gasp.  "Don't I get to taste yours too?"
she whimpered softly, pulling Laura down face to face with
her on the mattress, filling her own hands with Laura's
smaller breasts.
     
     Now she sucked Laura's aching nipples tenderly,
starting slowly, worshipfully, laving them with her tongue,
tugging them with her sensual lips, until Laura was mewling
softly, wanting to feel it harder, wanting Trina to devour
them.
     
     "Oh harder . . . oh harder!" she whimpered.  "Please,
Trina."
     
     "Hon', you gonna come too fast too," Trina murmured,
pulling back.
     
     Both were still dressed from the waist down.  They had
been too eager to suck each other's nipples to get undressed
all the way.  Now together they removed Trina's skirt and
Laura's pants, then their panties, until they were finally
both completely naked.  Just the sight of Trina's totally
naked glossy black voluptuous body was nearly enough to make
Laura climax without further aid.
     
     "God, you are so beautiful.  How could I live so long
without you," she sighed, running her hands all over Trina's
wonderful, resilient flesh.
     
     Trina kissed her, also running her hands all over
Laura's body.  "You pretty beautiful yourself, hon'.  Think
we better do it before we both explode.  I been dreaming of
this moment.  I love the feel of your smooth body against
mine."
     
     "I know how we can do this," Laura murmured, rolling to
the side of the bed momentarily and retrieving the huge
double dildo from under it.
     
     Trina's eyes widened comically as Laura dangled the
thing between them.  "Now I seen everything," she cracked.
"Even the Lord didn't make them that big."
     
     "It's my dick," Laura said, reprising her joke with
Charise.  "I'll bet you didn't know I had a dick."
     
     "You got that one right.  Laura, you amaze me."
     
     Laura demonstrated how it was two-ended.  "One for you,
and one for me."
     
     Trina's eyes lit up.  "I think I'm gonna enjoy this,
hon'.  I'm about ready to pop as it is."
     
     "Me too," Laura confessed as they got into position,
sitting and facing one another.  "I want to fuck you and
kiss you at the same time, like a man does."
     
     "You mean like my man does?" Trina teased her gently,
kissing Laura tenderly, sensually, as Laura maneuvered both
ends of the huge double dildo between them.  "You don't have
to compete with him, you know.  You the other special person
in my life."
     
     Laura smiled.  She pushed one end of the dildo against
Trina's blossoming cuntlips, well-oiled and puckered to
receive it.  Trina's eyes rolled up.
     
     "Unhh!" she panted softly.
     
     Laura kissed her neck, her ear, still pushing.  Slowly
the huge, ridged tube slid into Trina's pussy.  She gasped
and threw back her head.
     
     "Shit . . . that thing's big, hon'!" she gasped.
"Ohhhnnnn!"
     
     "Bigger than his?" Laura smiled.
     
     "God, yes!  Unghhh!"
     
     "Now let me get my end in.  Unghh!  Oh!  God, I forgot
how big it is," Laura gasped too, feeling the monster slide
into her own pussy.
     
     In a few seconds they were both impaled on the gigantic
tube, breathing hard, kissing, their breasts swishing
together as their excited bodies quivered and shook.  Their
tongues coiled together.  Their hands gripped each other,
fingers digging into aching flesh.
     
     "Oh Trina . . . Trina, it's been so long!" Laura half-
moaned.
     
     "Come with me, hon'.  Come with me," Trina panted, her
face contorted by fierce sexual excitement.
     
     They had begun moving their hips slowly, feeling the
huge, thick snake inch in and out of their bodies.  Laura
dropped one hand between them to grip the monster and hold
it steady.  Both she and Trina quickly went out of control,
churning their pelvises, groaning, clutching each other,
fucking more rapidly.
     
     Sitting face to face was too awkward, and they soon
lost their balance and fell over together on their sides,
still face to face, now pumping frantically, whimpering,
moaning.  In the back of her mind, Laura knew they were
making the kind of noise that would arouse curiosity
upstairs, but she and Trina were so deliriously fuck-hungry
for each other that nothing could stop them now.
     
     Laura felt the huge pole stab up into her pussy when
Trina jabbed her hips forward in a sharp thrust.  Then she
heard Trina's ecstatic groans when Laura's hips returned the
thrust, sending the other end of the dildo deep into Trina's
body.  Lying together face to face, they kissed savagely, a
scorching, continuous kiss, panting, fucking, whimpering,
eyes locked, fucking each other as passionately as they ever
had.
     
     It didn't take long for them to reach the destination.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling the overpowering
spasms start deep inside her pussy.
     
     At the same time, through the hot, swirling fog of her
own lust she could detect the seizure of deep rapture
spreading across Trina's lovely face.  She felt Trina's
luscious body give a deep shudder.
     
     "Auungghh!" Trina groaned.  "Oh . . . now, oh Laura . .
. now!  Auungghhh!"
     
     "I love you, Trina!  Ownnghghiieeee!" Laura squealed
helplessly, suddenly inundated by a violent uprush of hot
coming.
     
     "Auungghhh!" Trina came, also violently, throwing her
head back, her body wracked by jolts of sharp pleasure.
     
     Laura's hand still gripped the middle of the dildo
between them, and both of them rode it hard, pushing their
cunts down on the huge rod that crammed their bodies,
forcing their throbbing clits into the hard rubber, writhing
and moaning as fresh spasms of bliss shook their flesh.
Trina's head moved up again, and she buried her face in
Laura's neck, whimpering and quivering as the aftershocks
raked her.
     
     "Love you too, Laura," she panted hoarsely.  "Love you
too.  Oh god . . . you know how to get to me."
     
     They clung to each other now for about a minute,
regaining their breath and their senses after an
overwhelming shared orgasm.  Laura let go of the dildo and
stroked Trina's magnificent body with both hands, kissing
her face and her neck and shoulders.  But they were both
still impaled on it, and the slightest movement made them
both aware of the wild fucking they had just experienced.
     
     And, Laura reflected ruefully, the wild cries they had
both emitted.  No one within fifty yards could have failed
to hear them whooping with ecstacy.  And yet she didn't
care.  Her whole being was suffused with love for Trina, and
only temporary exhaustion kept her from swarming all over
the girl's delicious naked body again with sharp hunger.
     
     Finally, Trina winced playfully and made a face at
Laura.  "I think I'm gonna get one of these myself, just to
play with when I'm alone," she said.
     
     Both of them held their breath as Laura pulled both wet
ends of the monster out of their bodies.  They looked at it
in awe.  The thick tube still glistened with their vaginal
juices.  Laura had already fucked Charise and Deshona with
it, plus a few others, but she wondered if the orgasms could
possibly have been as intense as this one.
     
     "You wouldn't do it without me, would you?" she pouted
to Trina.
     
     Solemnly, Trina drew an invisible line down Laura's
cheek with one long, sinuous black finger.  "Hon', the way
you fuck, ain't going to be enough left of me to do it with
anybody else, let alone by myself."
     
     "I'll take that as a compliment," Laura said, kissing
her on the nose.  "I'm not even half-finished with you.  You
are sleeping over, right?"
     
     Trina grinned.  "I don't know about the sleeping part."
     
     For the next hour or so, Laura poured it on hot and
heavy.  She quickly regained her strength, and the depth of
her lust for Trina knew no bounds.  This time she drew a
couple of pillows closer to use in muffling their cries, but
she did not try to control her ardor.  She made love to
Trina in a hot whirlwind of passion, bringing her to one
shuddering, incapacitating climax after another, find her g-
spot and sucking her clit and biting her big, swollen, puffy
nipples, until Trina was almost paralyzed by a sweet,
prolonged torment of intense sexual rapture.
     
     Stunned, she blinked and smiled at Laura, propping
herself up on her wobbly elbows, squinting.  "You worse than
I remembered.  Trying to kill me."
     
     "Worse?" Laura pouted again.
     
     "You know what I mean," Trina grinned.  "I know you
don't like hearing about my man, but I'm gonna tell you one
thing.  He never done me more  than twice in a row.  You,
you ain't satisfied with ten times.  I'm plum wore out,
girl."
     
     "I'll give you a little rest."
     
     But Trina was not entirely out of gas and begged to
return the favor, making love to Laura in her own tender but
relentless way, kissing Laura's pussy until Laura was
blooming in a glorious, long, throbbing orgasm, just a huge,
pulsating, bursting hot star of love for Trina.
     
     They ate and went to a movie together.  Laura felt half-
ashamed of being so hungry for Trina that all she wanted to
do was fuck her continuously.  They sat in the dark and held
hands, sitting far away from the rest of the people in the
theater but not daring to demonstrate any more obvious
affection.
     
     When they returned to Laura's apartment, Jane was
lurking in the lobby, as if waiting for them.  Of course
Trina did not know who Jane was, but Laura saw her
immediately, in the shadows behind the tall ficus plant near
the row of mailboxes in the foyer wall.  Her cold, hostile
eyes drilled into them both, but especially Trina, looking
her slowly up and down.  But Jane said nothing.
     
     "Come on," Laura said brusquely, taking Trina's arm and
steering her quickly to the elevator.
     
     Once Jane had tried to get on the elevator with Laura
and someone, but this time she apparently stayed where she
was.
     
     "Who was that?" Trina asked.
     
     "My neighbor's daughter," Laura said, trying to brush
it off.
     
     "She looked like she hated my guts.  You two ain't
been-?"
     
     "No, we `ain't been'," Laura said, shaking her head in
the effort to be extra-convincing.  "She's . . . a little
unbalanced.  She makes things up."
     
     "Oh."
     
     Laura enfolded Trina in her arms.  She kissed her and
breathed in her ear, and Trina shivered and giggled like a
small girl.
     
     "In the movie I kept thinking of how much I wanted to
lick your pussy," Laura whispered, following the words again
with her tongue.  "You have a very beautiful pussy.  Are you
ready for round two?"
     
     Trina shivered again, grinning like an excited child.
"You know . . . I think I am?"
     
     "Mmmm, the great thing about going to the movies is
that when we come back, I get to undress you all over
again," Laura purred, beginning to remove Trina's clothes as
they slowly made their way back to the bedroom.
     
     Trina gave her a coquettish grin.  "You a sex fiend,
that's all," she teased.
     
     What Laura had said was true.  A few hours away from
the bed was all it took to light their fires anew, and
hotter than ever.  This time they performed a sixty-nine
that had Laura's bed shaking and squeaking in minutes.  They
came together in a firestorm of wrenching sexual spasms,
then dissolved in laughter, kissing and embracing as the
tension exploded in sexual release and deep affection.
     
     Trina did spend the night, and as she had predicted,
neither of them got much sleep.  By morning, even Laura was
tired.  They slept, dozed, fucked, slept, and fucked all
Sunday.  Laura got an extended opportunity to worship
Trina's exquisite black pussy since they had never spent so
long together before, having always been pressured either by
Shawna's presence or Trina's commitment to her new husband.
     
     Laura even found herself on the verge of initiating
Trina into some of the kinkier delights, before backing off
in fear of rejection.  Trina had a gorgeous, large, very
firm ass, with big round moons, high and jutting, perfectly
proportioned to the rest of her body.  Her ass was big by
some standards, bigger than Yvette's, or Randi's, but not
bigger than Karen's or April's, just a lovely, hard, round
feast of beautiful black flesh, marvelously suited to her
voluptuous, statuesque body.
     
     Laura at one point found herself making love
ecstatically to Trina's bottom, kissing the smooth, firm
buns, running her tongue up and down the deep crack between
them, wondering how Trina would react to a loving invasion.
Although she had not hesitated to bring other lovers along
with her into this exciting new territory, she had always
been disinclined to shock Trina by even intimating that she
might want it.  Lesbian sex itself was already a far reach
for Trina, and ass-fucking might just be a further stretch
she couldn't accommodate.
     
     And this time, as soon as she felt Laura's tongue
approaching her tight little black rosebud, Trina groaned
softly, an almost convincing imitation of true sexual
excitement, and effortlessly shifted her body, turning her
ass away from Laura, to stop it.  Laura's eyes quickly
caught hers and saw the message there, even though Trina's
black eyes were pulsing with genuine sexual arousal, belying
her apparent fear of Laura's invading tongue.  The message:
love my pussy, stay away from my asshole.
     
     Laura understood and immediately began to tongue
Trina's clit until Trina came in under a minute, a
wrenching, jolting, killer climax that was perhaps the most
violent she had had during her whole visit.  Half-destroyed
by it, she grinned wanly at Laura, who was now holding her
and kissing her with desperate love.
     
     "See now . . . wasn't that good?" she asked Laura.
"Nobody treats my pussy like you do, girl."
     
     It would have been even better if I had been fucking
you in the ass at the same time, Laura told her with her
eyes.  But she didn't dare say it out loud.  What she had
with Trina was too deep, though infrequent, to endanger by
suggesting things Trina feared.
     
     "I love your pussy," Laura said.  "I love you, and I
love your pussy."
     
     "But you love my pussy more," Trina winked.
     
     Laura shrugged playfully.  "I love it, I can't deny
it."  She reached under the bed.  "Want to do it again with
my dick?  Before you have to leave?"
     
     Trina's eyes widened.   As she had earlier, she reached
out one long, sinuous black finger and stroked the ridged
surface of the huge double dildo.  Very slowly, as if
mesmerized, she said, grinning, "I don't believe I can
refuse."
     
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