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     Laura's boss called her into his office and reluctantly
said she was going to have to spend a week in Dallas to
troubleshoot some things that were going wrong at a branch
there.  In fact, Laura had done similar work there in the
past and was the right person for the job.
     
     Trying not to wet herself with glee, Laura could only
think: Dallas . . . Jonelle, Dallas . . . Jonelle!
     
     It had been seven months since Laura had last seen her.
Jonelle had accompanied her new husband to a convention in
Oakland, and she and Laura had spent a hour and a half,
while he was detained in a dinner meeting, trying to burn up
Laura's bed.  Their time together had been sexually rich and
emotionally draining, full of shattering orgasms and deep
love followed by deeper sorrow, a reunion almost too intense
even to remember because in retrospect it caused too much
pain.
     
     Would Jonelle even want to see her?  Since she had
moved to Dallas and got married, they had been together only
three times.  Each time, Jonelle had seemed skittish and
reluctant, ashamed of herself for cheating on her husband,
guilty for wanting to do it with Laura, embarrassed at these
`unnatural' urges, which Laura brought out in her.  Laura
realized that the rest of Jonelle's life-in spite of the
fact that she was unusually, exquisitely beautiful-was
normal enough, with work, kid, husband, house, neighborhood.
Happy domesticity, exactly what she had wanted.
     
     When Laura showed up, however, Jonelle wanted to
surrender to hours of outrageous and twisted lesbian
fucking, vigorous, athletic fucking, deep, throbbing,
emotional fucking, giving in to a kind of joyful depravity
that no one else in her life even suspected her of.  It was,
after all, for this reason, using the impetus of her hot,
sudden jealousy of Yvette, whom she had discovered Laura
with long ago, that she had moved to Dallas.  She had
wanted, without total success, to escape from the
temptation, as well as from Laura's incorrigible
promiscuity.
     
     Laura realized, however, that she had to guard her own
feelings with care.  Other girlfriends, realizing the depth
of their feelings for Laura and the intensity of the sex
they had shared with her, frequently went into a blue funk
over their fears that they were now lesbians for sure.
Jonelle, to solve the problem, had actually moved away.
When Laura found her in Dallas, the first time, she had not
been able to resist Laura's attentions, nor could she on the
few other times they had seen each other since.  But Laura
knew that Jonelle was not happy about feeling this way.  She
might love fucking with Laura, but a big part of her hated
herself for it.
     
     Still, when she got to Dallas, she sat on the edge of
her hotel room bed, took a few deep breaths to make her
heart stop racing, and picked up the phone.

     "Jonelle?"
     
     "Laura?  Is that you?"
     
     Laura's heart leapt up again, hammering against her
ribcage.  Jonelle sounded cheerful and friendly, not her
usual skittish, careful, secretive self.  Since moving to
Dallas and getting married, Laura understood, Jonelle had a
lot to lose, and she was more careful and tentative than
ever.  But for some reason, not this time.
     
     "Yes . . . I'm here.  They sent me here for a couple of
days.  I just arrived."
     
     "How lucky."  Jonelle sounded almost relieved.  "My
husband and Eric just left for a camping trip this
afternoon."
     
     Now Laura understood Jonelle's relaxed manner, her
unguarded happiness at receiving Laura's call.
     
     "Does that mean . . . you . . . could see me?"
     
     There was a long pause, during which Laura felt her
stomach curdling with fear.  Maybe Jonelle didn't want to
see her.  Maybe she-
     
     "You should come here," Jonelle said,
straightforwardly.  "I'm tired of your old hotel rooms.
Nobody here but me.  And the dogs, which we can put out in
the backyard."
     
     Laura almost collapsed from relief.  "Oh god, really?
Can I see you?"
     
     Jonelle giggled softly.  "You can see as much of me as
you want.  You want to see my  toes?  You want to see my
wrinkled up elbows?  You can see them all."
     
     She gave Laura directions to her house, in a Dallas
suburb, and Laura quickly rented a car.  Nevertheless, it
was an hour before she got there.  She was not good at
finding unknown locations in strange cities, and it was
nearly dusk when she arrived, making it even harder for her.
     
     Jonelle, it turned out, lived in a fairly upscale
neighborhood.  Her house was large, apparently expensive,
and Laura realized that she had done very well for herself
and her son in this marriage.  She met Laura at the door,
smiling warmly, wearing a kind of loose smock and ski pants.
     
     "Come inside here so I can kiss you," she whispered.
"We can't have the neighbors seeing, can we."
     
     Thrilled, Laura entered the house, and Jonelle quickly
locked it up tight behind her.  Then she turned to Laura,
taking her coat, leading her into the living room.  Two
small cocker spaniels followed them everywhere, wagging
their tails and whimpering happily to have company.
     
     Laura wondered how she could have forgotten just how
exquisitely beautiful this woman actually was.  Jonelle was
a couple of years older now than she had been when Laura
first saw her, and if anything she had become more
beautiful.  Her face had a chiseled perfection, and on top
of her smooth black swan's neck it was a breathtaking sight.
Today she had her hair piled up on top of her head, and it
made her look even more like some rare Nigerian princess,
slender and dark and luminously lovely.
     
     She never liked being over-praised for her beauty, as
if it were something to be embarrassed about, and now that
she saw Laura staring again, she shook her head.
     
     "What are you looking at, girl?"
     
     Laura tried not to get sentimental.  All her
incredible, deep love for Jonelle had come flooding back
into her at once, filling her with hot, aching, need and
sharp longing, the kinds of feelings she had felt for
Jonelle long ago but learned to hide from herself.  And as
she looked at Jonelle, she could see the corresponding
feelings beginning to flood Jonelle too.
     
     Laura felt a big tear well up in each eye.  "I forgot
how beautiful you are."
     
     Jonelle sniffed and wiped away a quick tear herself.
"That makes two of us.  You look better than ever."
     
     "Can I kiss you?"
     
     Jonelle glanced around the living room playfully, as if
to see if anyone were there to watch them.  She spied the
two dogs.
     
     "Better let me put these two in the backyard.  No
telling what we might get into."
     
     Oh god!  Laura thought.  Her heart fluttered from wild
excitement.  She tried to be calm.  I never wanted anyone
more than Jonelle.
     
     When she returned from putting out the dogs, Laura
noticed something vaguely different about her.  True, she
was not so painfully thin as at first, but after moving to
Dallas and meeting her husband, she had put on ten pounds or
so, growing actual small breasts instead of the mere
swellings that had been there when Laura first had made love
to her.  Now she looked even a little fleshier, and her
loose smock made her look a little oddly shaped.
     
     Jonelle saw her looking.  "I didn't want to tell you
over the phone."
     
     "Tell me what?"
     
     Jonelle beamed.  "I'm about four and a half months
pregnant.  Can't you tell?"
     
     She did a delicate little pirouette, letting the full
hem of her smock billow out, then fall back, revealing the
small bump in her stomach below her ribs.
     
     "Oh god, you are!"
     
     Now Jonelle looked pensive, shy, tentative.  "I was
afraid you wouldn't want to come if you knew."
     
     Laura couldn't stand it any longer.  She stepped closer
and took Jonelle's exquisitely beautiful face in both hands.
She kissed her thoroughly, slowly, letting all the longing
of their separation flow between them, letting Jonelle feel
her love, which Laura felt nothing could ever stop.
     
     Both were panting softly when their mouths came apart.
     
     "Laura, you're making me hot.  You know you aren't
supposed to get pregnant ladies hot.  You never can tell
what might happen."
     
     "I am so eager to find out," Laura purred, lowering her
eyelids.  "God, I have missed you!  I just want to hold
you."
     
     Jonelle flirted.  "I hope you want to do more than
that.  I mean, they ain't coming home until Sunday night.
This is only Friday."
     
     Laura smiled.  "Aren't we terrible?  All we want to do
is-"
     
     Jonelle raised one long tapering finger to her lips.
"Don't say it.  That word don't get said in this house.
This is a fine upstanding house with no profanity.  You and
I are just going to-"
     
     "Do some loving," Laura interrupted her, holding
Jonelle's dark eyes with her own.
     
     "That's right," Jonelle smiled.  "That's a good word
for it."
     
     "Some hot loving."
     
     Laura pulled her down on a nearby, huge, white sofa.
     
     "You sure you want to do all that hot stuff with
somebody who's got a big belly?" Jonelle asked.
     
     Laura ran her hand down the smock, feeling the hard
swelling there.  "It doesn't feel so big to me.  At least,
not yet.  But if it were as big as a watermelon, I still
want you.  Don't you know how much I want you?"
     
     Jonelle shook her head playfully.  "No.  I forgot."
     
     Laura began to kiss her long, smooth neck, a regal
neck, a princess's neck, the most beautiful neck she had
ever kissed.  She kissed Jonelle's sculptured throat.
     
     "Does this thing unzip in back?" she asked, trying to
remove the smock.  "I want to take it off and kiss every
part of you."
     
     "Here, I'll help you."
     
     Jonelle unfastened the smock and lifted it over her
head.  She wore only a thin white cotton bra under it, her
wonderful smooth skin looking very dark against the cloth.
     
     "Should we go in your bedroom?" Laura suggested.
     
     Jonelle shook her head.  "Bad enough I'm doing this.
I'd never be able to live with myself if I . . . you know,
did it with you in the same bed where I sleep with him."
     
     Laura understood but felt a hot rush of jealousy
nonetheless.  "I'd hate to get any stains on your sofa.  It
looks expensive."
     
     "It is.  I'll go get some sheets and towels."
     
     Even though Laura had known they were going to `do it'
before this, she couldn't control the fluttery feeling in
the pit of her stomach, or the hot, insistent aching she
suddenly felt in her pussy, already ripe and wet.  Jonelle
seemed to feel the same and returned carrying sheets,
towels, a box of kleenex, and wearing a huge, delighted,
anticipatory grin on her beautiful face.
     
     "Now we can just spread out wherever we want to and no
one will ever know but us," she grinned.
     
     Together, she and Laura spread one sheet over the sofa
and the other one on the floor next to it.  Fucking on the
floor! Laura thought, almost unable to control her
excitement.  She had done it before, with Vanessa, with
Randi, with Yvette, and every time it filled her with wild
thrills.  Looking at Jonelle in her white bra filled her
with extra desire.
     
     Again she pulled Jonelle down on the sofa, now safely
covered.
     
     "I got a head start on you," Jonelle said.  "You have
to take off something too.  Otherwise, it isn't fair."
     
     "I know," Laura laughed.
     
     "Here, I'll help."
     
     Together, they undressed each other, until they were
both naked.  Laura wanted to look at Jonelle's belly, but
her eyes were captivated by her lovely small breasts, which
were now even larger than they were when she had seen them
last.  She placed her hands over them, squeezing them with
her palms, feeling Jonelle's large puffy nipples as soft as
rose petals against her skin.
     
     "They're bigger . . . bigger than I ever saw them," she
said, kissing Jonelle romantically.
     
     Jonelle giggled softly.  "They were this big when I had
Eric.  Then they got small again, when I lost weight.  You
like my big titties?"
     
     "I love them.  Are they tender?  Would it hurt if I . .
. you know?"
     
     Jonelle smiled and kissed Laura heatedly.  "Let me tell
you something.  I am so horny, I'm about ready to explode.
My husband . . . you know, he won't do it to me any more.
Afraid he's going to hurt the baby or something.  Or maybe
he's afraid he's going to hurt me."  She raised one eyebrow.
"He do have a pretty big tool, if you know what I mean."
     
     Laura thought of Damon, and worse, of Marshall.  She
had no idea how big Jonelle's husband's `tool' was, but if
it were anything like those, maybe he was right to try
practicing abstinence during this delicate period.  Oh
honey, she thought, I am going to fuck you so well, so
tenderly and slowly and carefully, you are going to come so
hard.  God, I am so glad to see you,  and feel you like
this!
     
     "I can't get over the feel of you in my arms," she
murmured to Jonelle, nuzzling her ear, kissing her naked
body hungrily.  "I want to swallow you and eat you alive.
You're so smooth and warm and wonderful."
     
     "You just go ahead and eat as much as you want, Laura,"
Jonelle smiled at her, panting more now, twisting as Laura
dropped her mouth to the black, bursting plums of her large
nipples.
     
     At one time there had been hardly anything but nipples
to Jonelle's breasts, but even then they were big, swelling
bulbs, and Laura had devoured them eagerly.  Now there was
firm flesh under them, and Laura gently sucked it into her
mouth too, bunching up one of Jonelle's small breasts
between the fingers of each hand and lavishing devout,
passionate attention on the bulging black bud at the top,
lip-pinching it, tonguing it, then sucking softly, harder,
even harder.
     
     Jonelle began to whimper and stroke Laura's head, her
fingers digging through Laura's hair to her scalp.  Laura,
fearing to hurt her, released her wet, stiff nipple,
flicking it with her tongue, looking up into Jonelle's eyes,
which swirled with frantic lust.
     
     "Am I hurting you?  Are they sore?"
     
     Jonelle shook her head vigorously.  "Go ahead," she
panted.  "Do it.  Do it harder.  Oh god, Laura, it's so
good!"
     
     "Mmmm, I love your big titties," Laura purred, echoing
Jonelle's words.  "I want to suck and suck them."
     
     "Oh!  Ahhnnnnn!" Jonelle gasped, twisting, her hips
churning involuntarily.  "Oh Laura . . . I need to be
fucked.  I need it so bad!"
     
     Moving to her other breast, licking and sucking her
other nipple, Laura teased her.  "You're not supposed to say
that word."
     
     "Oh!  Please, Laura!"
     
     Laura, unable to resist teasing her further, slid up to
kiss her shockingly beautiful face, contorted and grimacing
in the urgency of her need.  She kissed her everywhere-jaw,
cheeks, eyelids, lips, nose, ears-murmuring, whispering to
her.
     
     "Do you want me to lick your beautiful pussy?"
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "Do you want me to fuck your beautiful pussy with my
hand too?"
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "Do you want me to fuck you until you have a whole
bunch of orgasms?"
     
     "Oh god, yes, Laura!  Yes!  Ungghhh!  Hurry . . .
please!"
     
     Laura had made love to the exquisitely beautiful
Jonelle many times, but she had never seen her so desperate
for release, writhing and pleading, her face crawling with
need, her eyes blazing with need.  Oh, I love this woman!
she thought, sliding down Jonelle's smooth, black, supple
body, pausing at the small basketball that now protruded
just above her hip bones.  Carefully, she stroked and kissed
the taut swelling, lingering for a brief moment at Jonelle's
navel, which formerly was a deep `innie' but was now shallow
enough for the tip of Laura's tongue to reach the root of
it.
     
     Jonelle whinnied softly as Laura tongue-fucked her
navel, whimpering and gasping almost hysterically.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" she gasped, pinching her own nipples between
her fingers and her palms, something Laura had never seen
her do.
     
     Although she had slept with women who had children, and
even fucked Cecilia soon after, when the milk flowed in
warm, sweet rivers and they both nearly died from a surfeit
of impossibly beautiful orgasms, Laura had never actually
fucked a woman who was pregnant at the time.  She was
hypnotized by Jonelle's smooth, supple body and this hard,
bulging protuberance, the skin stretched taut and glossy
over it, and she kissed Jonelle's belly lovingly, as if it
contained her own child, not Jonelle's and her husband's.
     
     Jonelle, frightfully aroused, watched Laura's loving
caresses, half-smiling in the grip of an erotic trance,
enjoying the way Laura enjoyed her body, her newly
distorted, burgeoning body.  Laura caught her eye, and they
both smiled happily.  After all, their own love pre-dated
Jonelle's relationship with her husband, and the deep
feelings they shared could never be erased.
     
     "If you don't do me fast, I'm gonna kill you, Laura,"
Jonelle whispered, her dark eyes throbbing, pulsing.
"Please.  Please . . . now."
     
     Laura smiled at her again and kissed her way down the
small basketball to the curly fringes of dense black pubic
hair that edged the top of Jonelle's groin, slipping lower,
until she came face to face with the gorgeous, blossoming
wet flower.  Few women had a pussy more perfect than
Jonelle's.  Some-Yvette's, Jane's-were its equal, but nobody
had a more beautiful cunt, a lovely glistening ruby-red gash
enclosed by long, dark, glossy lips, with a perfectly-shaped
clit at the top that was about the side of a large pea.
     
     Looking at it, Laura realized for the first time that
maybe part of its startling beauty was the fact that
Jonelle's cuntlips were slightly larger than normal, just
enough to give them a faintly exaggerated presence as they
either enclosed or revealed the juicy red interior.  Laura
gazed at it with deep love, and began to lick Jonelle's
pussy slowly and expertly, which quickly aroused Jonelle to
the breaking point.  She groaned and bucked her hips
frantically.
     
     "Oh!  Oh yes!  Oh yes Laura yes!  Ungghh!"
     
     Oh god, she's going to come too fast! Laura thought,
desperately wanting to prolong it, to enjoy the sight of
Jonelle's splendid, sleek, writhing body, her little round
belly swirling in the air as she pumped her groin up into
Laura's face, trying eagerly to come.  But there was no way
Laura could stop it.  She knew it and slid two fingers up
into the warm, greasy sleeve, knowing Jonelle would spill
over in a matter of seconds.
     
     It hardly even took her that long.  Looking up, as she
stabbed her tongue deep into the inflamed interior of
Jonelle's pussy, then drug it back out along the hard little
nubbin of Jonelle's clit, Laura saw her eyes streaked by red-
hot sexual delirium, saw her face grimace in a fierce shock,
saw her thin, svelte body clench in a sharp convulsion.  And
then she stiffened, gripped by a fierce spasm, and dissolved
into long, slow undulations, cawing softly deep in her
throat as the beginnings of one of her epic climaxes struck
her.
     
     Laura had never known anyone who came the way Jonelle
frequently did, clutched by a rapture so deep, so profound
and devastating, that it seemed like a near-death
experience.  The first time she had seen it, she had been
frightened, but since then she had just marveled at the
power of it, and secretly envied Jonelle this incredible
ecstacy she was able to reach.
     
     It was also soundless, or nearly so.  Jonelle didn't
shriek or scream in uncontrollable pleasure.  Instead, she
quivered and twitched, her beautiful face overspread by the
most sublime expression of bliss Laura had ever seen, her
body completely possessed by convulsions and spasms of
acutely intense pleasure as she swooned and came, it seemed,
forever.
     
     Soft little mewling sighs began to emerge from the raw,
choked cawing that had been coming from her throat as she
began to surface from her trance into a more normal flow of
rapturous undulations.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!  Oh . . . ungghh!  Oh Laura . . .
anngghhhh!" she gasped, twisting, gasping for breath, her
small breasts shaking as she shuddered through another
succession of wrenching spasms.
     
     Laura had done very little after Jonelle began to come,
though she left her fingers inside Jonelle's pussy, as if to
give her something to push against.  She had just watched,
paralyzed by wonder.  She realized suddenly that they were
both free.  They were both free to fuck and come together
repeatedly, loudly, exuberantly, thrillingly.  No one could
hear them.  Laura was far from her other lovers and
entanglements, and Jonelle was temporarily free of her
family responsibilities as wife and mother.
     
     She had once told Laura that she never had these kinds
of orgasms with anyone else, but now she was free to indulge
herself in most acute pleasure she was capable of, and when
she finally blinked at Laura and smiled in acknowledgement
that it was waning, Laura knew that Jonelle had recognized
it too.  She slid her fingers gently out of Jonelle's pussy
and crawled up to embrace and kiss her.
     
     "Shit, I ain't come like that since the last time I saw
you," Jonelle half-croaked, gasping for breath, her eyes
twinkling.
     
     "You're only saying that to flatter me," Laura batted
her eyes.  "I'd give a fortune to come like that."
     
     "One time you made me come almost that hard six times
in a row," Jonelle recalled.  "Think you could do that
again?"
     
     Laura nuzzled her neck.  "I think I could give it a
try.  You're the one who has to survive them."
     
     Now Jonelle had revived enough to take charge herself,
and she coiled her sinuous body around Laura, kissing her
passionately and rolling her over so that they both,
clinging together, tumbled off the sofa onto the floor next
to it, where they had already spread a sheet.  Giggling and
tickling, they again ended up with Jonelle momentarily on
the bottom, and Laura leaned over her face, dangling her
breasts over Jonelle's mouth, letting her chase Laura's
nipples with her lips.
     
     "Oh god, I'm so glad to be with you," Laura said,
suddenly gasping with intense pleasure as Jonelle caught one
breast in both hands and fed Laura's nipple into her warm,
wet mouth.  "Unhhhh!"
     
     "Mmmm," Jonelle smacked her sensual lips, tonguing and
sucking Laura's nipple hungrily, and looking up to see the
effect it had on Laura.  "I never get to do something this
good.  I know you be doing it all the time to other girls,
but I never get to suck on these beautiful titties of yours
except once in a blue moon.  You like that?"
     
     "Oh!  Unhhh!  Yes . . . oh yes, do it hard!  Ungghhh!
Oh god, honey, it feels so good!"
     
     Jonelle went after Laura's other breast in the same
way, devouring it passionately, squeezing the firm globe
with her fingers.  Then she pulled Laura down next to her,
which was a good thing since the strength in Laura's arms
was giving out due to the wild sexual feelings coursing
through her body.  Jonelle dropped a hand between Laura's
thighs and discovered the melting, oozing cauldron of juice
that awaited her.
     
     "Ooohhh, you got a little wet honey pot going down
here, girl," she murmured, smiling.  "You ready for Mama's
tongue to lap up the flow?"
     
     Laura almost blushed.  Jonelle, who had once been so
shy and reserved, was now a horny, lusty little tramp when
they were together.  She nodded, enchanted by the physical
beauty of the girl, the woman, the girl/woman, a wife and
mother, and Laura's hot, exquisite, beautiful lover.  Laura
was wildly in love.
     
     "I'm ready," she whispered, her eyes locked with
Jonelle's, letting all her hunger show.  "I'm so ready.
It's going to be quick."
     
     Jonelle made a mock frown.  "Guess we have to save the
long stuff for later."  She shrugged.  "Right now we gonna
send up the rocket."
     
     She slid quickly down between Laura's yawning thighs
and began to lick Laura's pussy lovingly.  As always, the
depth of Laura's emotions, her deep feelings for Jonelle,
intermingled with her hot, urgent lust to make the
experience even more moving than usual.  While she wanted to
prolong it, to enjoy it in even the smallest detail as
Jonelle very skillfully tongued her aching pussy, she could
not control the violent uprush of her climax, which was on
her in under fifteen seconds.
     
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" she whimpered, writhing and quivering.  "Oh!
Oh . . . Jonelle!"
     
     "Honey, you're going to pop, aren't you," Jonelle said,
looking up at Laura, who was only a quick second or two away
from coming.
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     "Mmmm, I love to make you pop."
     
     She pressed the flat of her tongue against Laura's clit
and rubbed it back and forth vigorously.  Laura simply
spilled over in a gushing release, arching and groaning as a
sharp, wrenching spasm shook her body.
     
     "Auungghhhhh!  Oh . . . ohhhhh!  Aunngghhhhh!  Oh god
yes oh Jonelle!  Unngghhiieee!"
     
     The second and third spasms seemed even sharper to her,
making her whinny and shudder in the clutch of a helpless
bliss that lasted for a long time before it began to wane
and let her body fall back to the floor.  The warm throbbing
continued for another minute or two, while Jonelle stretched
out beside her on the sheet, kissing her tenderly.  Laura
turned her head and smiled dreamily at Jonelle.
     
     "I think I could give up everything for you," she
confessed, feeling it was true as she said it and only
realizing what she would have to give up as she heard the
words coming out of her mouth.
     
     Without changing her expression, Jonelle said, "I
couldn't."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I know."
     
     Then Jonelle's face suddenly glowed with pleasure.  "I
sure wish we could do this more often, though.  I hope you
don't think I'm bad, but I ain't had nearly enough of it
yet."
     
     "I love you."
     
     "I love you too, Laura.  I dream of you and I . . .
doing this, you know, and putting our coozies together like
we used to do."
     
     Laura trembled all over involuntarily at the thought, a
warm, excited trembling which she saw Jonelle observing with
pleasure.  "You want to do that?"
     
     Slowly, Jonelle nodded.  "I might have another one of
those blackouts, though," she warned softly.  "It makes me
come right down to the bottom of my whole body."
     
     "Me too," Laura said, knowing that in her wildest
dreams she could probably never come as deeply as Jonelle.
"Can we do it now?"
     
     Jonelle gave her a beatific grin.  She sat up and
scooted her body forward, parting her thighs, watching
Laura's eyes on her hard little round belly.  "You don't
think I'm ugly . . . with this?" she asked, wide-eyed,
touching the small basketball.
     
     "I think you are so beautiful," Laura said truthfully.
"I think you are an angel I was lucky enough to discover."
She leaned close, tenderly patting the belly, and nuzzling
Jonelle's long swan's neck.  "And I discovered you before he
did, remember."
     
     Jonelle beamed again.  "I know.  That's when I learned
to do this."
     
     Sitting face to face, they kissed in a lingering,
lengthy way, caressing each other's breasts with their
hands, both enjoying the anticipation.  In a few seconds,
their wet cunts would be pressed together, and all tender
kissing and caressing would give way to grinding, pumping
fuck mania.  Still kissing, each dropped one hand to the
other's groin and began gently massaging her pussy, opening
it, getting the fresh juices flowing again.
     
     "Are you ready?" Laura breathed into Jonelle's
marvelously whorled black ear.
     
     "Yes.  I can feel you are," Jonelle giggled softly.
     
     "Are you ready for our pussies to fuck each other?"
     
     "Oh Laura."
     
     They maneuvered their legs so that they could bring
their crotches very close.  Then both reached down again to
spread their cuntlips, exposing the wet hot inner meat of
their pussies.  Then they inched forward until the wet flesh
of each girl's cunt pressed into the other's.
     
     "Oh!" Jonelle sighed in a small, enraptured voice.
     
     Laura said nothing but gnawed her lower lip as she
pushed her hips even harder forward, wanting to feel the
full effect of her wet cunt glued to Jonelle's hot, buttery
slit.  The sensation was so sweetly intense that it was
nearly enough to make her faint.  They both leaned back for
leverage, balancing on their elbows, their groins completely
mated, their legs scissoring across each other's hips.
Laura was careful to keep her top leg to the side of
Jonelle's protruding belly.
     
     For both of them this truly was love-fucking, a
piercingly intimate way of fucking that they had done
together from the start, and that nothing had replaced or
transcended.  They felt completely linked and joined this
way, slowly gyrating their pelvises, feeling the
slipperiness of their wet, inflamed cuntlips sliding
together, feeling their engorged, swollen clits brush
randomly, sending fresh, intense thrills through both of
them at the same time.  Their eyes were locked, they were
totally absorbed in one another, rhythmically undulating,
their lower bodies dancing together in a slow crescendo that
now began to accelerate as they both grew more aroused.
     
     Just looking at Jonelle's beautiful face, watching the
emotions and the sexual pleasure and urgency all mixed
together on it, was both moving and erotic to Laura.  She
let her eyes trail down Jonelle's slender, supple body.
When Laura had first met her and slept with her, she had
been rail-thin, almost painfully thin, with no breasts and
visible bones, her ribcage and clavicles very apparent.
Now, a happy wife and mother, she was still slender but a
little fleshier than before, and her small breasts jiggled
seductively as she and Laura slowly gyrated their wet
pussies together.
     
     Laura's eyes came to rest on the small, hard basketball
of Jonelle's belly, and she smiled as they continued slowly,
deliberately to fuck.  She briefly wondered if too many
deep, convulsive orgasms-especially the traumatic,
shattering, heart-stopping trance-like climaxes that Jonelle
frequently had-would endanger the growing tissues inside her
womb, or expel the baby prematurely.  But she knew there was
no way they could stop.
     
     Both of them were now totally consumed by their need
for each other, and by the acutely pleasurable sensations
that flowed between the hot, wet flesh of their two mated
cunts, rubbing and sliding together.  Occasionally, they
would have to reach down and open their pussy lips again, or
guide their clits into direct contact, and this aroused them
both even more, until they were pumping and whimpering semi-
hysterically, hurtling toward an explosive finish.
     
     In this position, it was almost impossible to embrace,
though both of them yearned to completely merge their
churning, surging bodies together, to dig their hands into
each other's hot flesh.  Instead, they gazed into each
other's swirling, throbbing eyes, grinding their hips,
gasping and gyrating more wildly by the second.
     
     "Yes . . . oh yes oh baby yes . . . yes honey . . . oh
honey!" Laura whimpered, letting Jonelle feel all her
powerful love, letting it stream out of her eyes into
Jonelle's.
     
     Jonelle had her full lower lip caught between her teeth
and was biting it, her eyelids sagging, as she pushed her
pelvis forward into Laura's thrusts.  "Unmmggh!" she groaned
softly.  "Oh Laura . . . I think-"
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "I think it's here!"
     
     "Yes!  Unghhh!" Laura grunted, digging her elbows into
the floor and rubbing her wet pussy rapidly against
Jonelle's oozing slit.
     
     And then she began to come, before Jonelle, almost
before she even knew it.  Her striving, flexing body filled
with sweet jolts of honeyfire, an influx of ecstacy so fast
and so thorough that she could only fall back groaning as it
possessed her.
     
     "Aunngghiiieee!" she cried out, tossing her head, her
pussy exploding in fierce shocks of violent pleasure.
"Ohnngghhh!  Unngghhnnghiieee!  Oh Jonelle . . . ohhhh!"
     
     Jonelle was right behind her, coming too, also in
violent shocks, but as often happened, she could make no
noise but a few tiny squeaks of half-delirious joy as a
supreme, throttling orgasm spread throughout her whole
shuddering body.  When Jonelle came, it looked like she was
in a terminal convulsion, and through the hot, swirling fog
of her own bliss Laura could glimpse the seizure of terrible
rapture that passed over Jonelle's beautiful face.
     
     Laura's own orgasm began to wane, dissipating into
soft, feathery quivers that caressed every still-tingling
nerve of her body, as she watched Jonelle's svelte, naked
body begin to shudder helplessly in the grip of deep,
intense spasms.  Tight little squeals began to escape from
her throat as the pleasure seemed to grow even more intense,
making her grimace, her eyes tightly shut, her whole body
shaking, her small breasts jiggling and her toes curling as
she came in endless waves.
     
     "Ohhhhhh!" she finally sighed, sucking in breath, her
body now breaking out of its stiff, quivering suspension
into sharper, more frequent undulations.  "Oh god . . . oh
god Laura . . . oh god!  Ohhhhnnnnnn!"
     
     Jonelle now went into phase two of her orgasm, swooning
and cooing helplessly as another wave of intense sexual
pleasure filled her throbbing body, and Laura, now more or
less recovered from her own, realized that this presented an
opportunity.  Jonelle was reeling in the grip of this very
intense climax, and Laura knew that she could use it as a
starting point for another long string of orgasms if she
could only find Jonelle's g-spot and trigger them.
     
     She carefully separated their two messy crotches, their
pubic hair all tangled and wet from their copious effusions,
and sat up, then leaned forward, hovering over Jonelle's
shaking body, kissing her cheek and insinuating two fingers
up into Jonelle's sopping wet quim.  Jonelle, locked in the
deep trance of her orgasm, barely seemed to notice.
     
     "Mmmm, honey, I'm gong to fuck you so good," Laura
murmured to her, beginning to move her hand so that her
fingers could probe the front wall of Jonelle's slippery wet
vagina, where she knew she could find the secret nerve.
     
     "Unghh!  Oh!" Jonelle moaned, suddenly coming alive
again as Laura began to probe her pussy.  Her eyes, reddened
and glazed and pulsing with sexual fire, fluttered open,
catching Laura's.  "Oh . . . Laura!  Unhhhh!"
     
     Laura knew this was just a pause, that the fierce,
throbbing pulse of Jonelle's orgasm had temporarily dipped,
allowing her to surface.  Laura kissed her shoulders, her
long smooth neck, her breasts, still fucking Jonelle with
her two fingers but massaging the front side of Jonelle's
inner pussy with her fingertips, searching, searching.  It
didn't take her long.  She had found it before and knew it
was there.
     
     Suddenly, Jonelle's slackening body twitched, then
stiffened again.  Laura knew she had hit the mark.
     
     "Auungghhhh!" Jonelle cried out sharply, the loudest
sound she had made that night.
     
     Her lovely, slender black body rose right off the floor
into Laura, shuddering and twitching, and she began to come
again, this time in quick, violent spasms that soon gave way
to long waves of excruciating physical pleasure.  She gasped
and groaned, tossing her head from side to side, arching her
back, her pelvis quivering in mid-air, her taut little round
belly swirling and shiny.  Laura, still fucking her, hoping
for more, was still very careful not to touch the hard
little basketball with her forearm.
     
     She dropped her mouth to Jonelle's lovely little
breasts, licking and sucking the big black nipples while she
continued to probe and massage the interior of Jonelle's
cunt until a third orgasm overtook her.  In the split second
before she came again, her eyes, streaked with shock,
surprise, and ineffable pleasure, caught Laura's,
communicating the full depth of their intimacy and all the
physical and emotional power of this moment.  Then, the
floodgates opened again, and she came in a wrenching,
groaning release, throwing her head back, grimacing and
moaning in an fresh agony of pleasure.
     
     "Auunngghhh!  Ungghnnmmnngghiieee!" she finally
screamed, expressing the full power of her pleasure for the
first time.
     
     Laura could suddenly hear the muffled sound of the dogs
beginning to bark out in the backyard, where Jonelle had put
them.  Laura's earlier ecstatic cries had not aroused them,
but they recognized Jonelle's voice.  Oh god, they think I'm
killing her, Laura thought.  And I am.  Killing her with
love and lust.  Oh baby, baby, I know you can come one more
time.
     
     Even though Jonelle was still locked in a delirious
spell of intense, enthralling physical rapture, her eyes
tightly shut, her body shaking helplessly, Laura turned up
the heat, fucking her now a little more roughly than before.
Still she was careful not to touch the pregnant belly, but
otherwise she swarmed over Jonelle's supine, writhing body,
devouring her, probing her, sweetly raping her.  And
Jonelle, still sagging and gasping from her last
debilitating orgasm only seconds ago, was suddenly overcome
by the one Laura had been aiming for, which seemed to hit
her like a ton of bricks.
     
     This time she nearly did pass out from the fury of it.
Her body went slack under Laura, and she emitted faint,
gargled yelps of astonished pleasure before falling silent
into a quivering suspension, her face contorted by something
very close to intense pain that, Laura recognized, was
actually a profound, stirring sexual earthquake of the
flesh.  Then her body began to shudder and undulate, and a
guttural cry of incredible release streamed from her throat.
     
     "Mnnngggiiaahhiieeee!" Jonelle wailed, coming in sharp,
wrenching shocks that again lifted her body off the floor.
     
     This last climax was devastating, but it didn't last as
long as the earlier ones.  Shattered and destroyed by it,
she blinked and smiled wanly at Laura as it passed through
her, leaving her limp and a little sweaty and completely
blasted away by the experience.  Laura lay beside her,
caressing her, cooing softly to her, gingerly stroking her
distended belly now with tender fingers.
     
     It was a long time before either spoke.  The dogs were
still barking sporadically in the backyard.
     
     "God, I haven't come like that since that night in your
apartment," Jonelle finally said, still a little breathless
from the sweet ordeal.  "That was almost a year ago."
     
     Laura gave her a tight little smile.  She wanted to
point out that Jonelle's husband, whatever his virtues,
could not achieve this, which Jonelle had just admitted.
But she had to restrain the impulse to say it.
     
     "I hope you don't mind," she said.  "I wanted to . . .
you know, really give you the works.  Not hold back.  When
you were coming . . . I knew I could make you come even
more."
     
     Jonelle grinned, embarrassed, and looked down.  "You
always know how to do that."  She looked up at Laura, her
eyes now full of gratitude.  "I really needed that.  Thank
you."
     
     Laura kissed her tenderly, a kiss throbbing with
romantic emotion from both sides.  "I believe your dogs
think I was killing you.  Maybe you should let them know
you're still alive."
     
     Jonelle moved slowly, gracefully but wearily, as she
stood up.  "I wonder if I am.  Felt like you killed me with
all that hot fucking there for a minute."
     
     Laura playfully raised a finger to her lips in caution.
"You said the word."
     
     Jonelle pursed her lips.  "Maybe we can suspend that
rule while you're here.  I mean, what you did to me is more
than making love.  I ought to know."
     
     Laura could not take her eyes off Jonelle's willowy,
black, completely naked, gorgeous body as she walked out of
the room.  Jonelle returned with bathrobes for them both,
then went to the back of the house to reassure the dogs.
When she rejoined Laura, they went to the kitchen and cooked
together, made hungry by their bout of feverish lust.
     
     "I don't know whether we can do this all night,"
Jonelle confessed sheepishly.  "I think you wore me out."
     
     "Are you kicking me out?" Laura asked, with a daring
grin.  "The person who made you come like that?"
     
     "How could I?" Jonelle smiled, glowing, stupefyingly
beautiful to Laura.  "Let's take a nap.  Want to take a nap
with me?"
     
     "I can think of nothing better."
     
     Even though she permitted herself the `f' word, Jonelle
still would not violate the sanctity of the bedroom with
Laura, and they cuddled up together on the huge sofa,
pulling up the sheet to cover them.  It was big enough to be
comfortable, and they dozed and slept naked, pressed
together.
     
     It was the purest bliss Laura recalled having
experienced in months, and she was deliriously happy.  They
awoke about midnight and made themselves a snack, then
returned to the sofa for a return engagement, but their
fucking quickly became so hot that they moved again to the
floor, where Jonelle in turn tried to wear out Laura, as
Laura had earlier worn her out.  This exhausted them both so
much that they again slept until mid-morning.
     
     Awakening, they realized that they still had the rest
of the day and all night to enjoy each other, even though
they already fucked more than most people did in a couple of
weeks.
     
     "We have to slow down," Jonelle twinkled.  "My husband
gonna come home and find me dragging.  He'll wonder what I
been doing."
     
     "He won't have a clue," Laura winked.  "He doesn't know
what a little fuck-slut you are when I'm around."
     
     Now Jonelle `blushed'.  "You bring it all out in me,
Laura," she beamed.  "I'm so bad."
     
     They had a tickling fight that ended up in a lengthy,
virtuoso sixty-nine which, without speaking their
intentions, they intuitively tried to prolong until each one
was almost dying to come.  By this time, each one had
climaxed so much that further orgasms were harder and harder
to summon, but they arrived at this one so gradually that it
wound up being stupendous for both of them, leaving them
weak awe and exhaustion.
     
     Even though it was early evening, Laura didn't know how
they could top that one.  Instinctively, they both lowered
the temperature for a while, watching a movie, feeding the
dogs, cooking together again.  Laura had never spent two
nights in succession with Jonelle, and the easy intimacy
they enjoyed thrilled and saddened her at the same time.
This was the kind of life Jonelle lived with her husband and
her kid, something she had only consented to share
momentarily with Laura.
     
     Jonelle seemed to feel some of the same emotions,
though from an entirely different perspective, and this
sense that they would soon lose this special moment seemed
to drive them toward a wildly hot and athletic night of
renewed fucking on the sheet spread over the living room
floor.  This time it was love-fucking supreme, a seemingly
endless and repeated ritual of orgasms and groans and
whimpers of desperate need and exultant desire.  They
climaxed together in shattering, fiery collisions,
repeatedly, and finally even Laura found herself pulling
back, afraid she would harm Jonelle, the way Jonelle's
husband was apparently afraid he would.
     
     By this time it hardly mattered since they had both
consumed one another until neither had energy to continue.
     
     "It seems to me we've been here before," Laura said to
her wearily, barely able to move.
     
     Jonelle was solemn.  They had begun dressing, and they
both knew it was over for now.  Laura had to leave in order
to let Jonelle prepare, both emotionally and physically, for
the return of her family.  Jonelle looked directly into
Laura's eyes, her expression limpid and radiant with love.
     
     "I don't regret a minute of it," she said calmly.  "But
I am awfully tired.  I hate to admit it, but maybe once a
year is enough."
     
     Laura caressed her smooth black cheek with one finger.
She no longer needed proof that the velvet black skin was an
aphrodisiac to her, but she was still alarmed at how her
tired blood leapt up again at this tender touch.
     
     "It's not enough for me," she whispered.
     
     
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