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Subject: {ASSM} Laura's Story - Chapter 247 by Miranda Mars
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Chapter 247
Laura drifted awake in the morning to the sweet,
faintly erotic odors of Shontay's naked flesh pressed
against her cheek. It happened to be one of the girl's
exquisite, teacup breasts, so round and firm, the nipple so
soft and delectable that she could not keep from taking it
into her mouth. Shontay stirred and moaned, coming awake.
She watched Laura languorously sucking her nipple.
"I never slept with anybody before," she said quietly,
stroking the hair away from Laura's forehead. "Like this, I
mean." Laura looked at her quizzically, holding Shontay's
wet, caramel-colored nipple in her lips. "I always made
them go home. Oh, that feels good."
"Mmmm, are you going to make me go home?"
Shontay's eyes sparkled with happiness. "You only did
it to me about four or five times last night. Don't you
ever get tired?"
"Not of `doing it' to you. Do you get tired?"
Shontay shook her head, and they were quickly into
another round, making love as if the world outside them no
longer existed. At work, Laura was relieved that their
duties and responsibilities were entirely separate, and that
there was no opportunity for them to meet and betray their
sudden intimacy. For the next week, while Shontay's parents
were still away, they met each evening for dinner in one or
the other apartment, and spent the rest of the night in
delicious fucking.
But all this time Laura was still mooning around about
Dawn, and fending off fantastically hot invitations from
both Randi and Shavon, who could not understand why she
wanted to be alone for the whole week, though Randi, ever
suspicious, began to suspect something. Laura put her off
with a variety of excuses.
Then she and Shontay had a tender parting on the night
before Shontay's parents were due to return. It happened
that Laura was scheduled for a conference in Tucson the next
day, and they would be apart for the first time in a week.
"Tucson?" Shontay whined.
"Are you going to miss me?"
A big tear was already forming at the bottom of one of
Shontay's pale brown eyes. But she sniffled, then wiped it
away, all the cold reserve returning to her face.
"Of course not," she said, glaring at Laura. "Why
should I miss you?"
"Because nobody can make you come the way I can?" Laura
teased.
"Maybe I'll find somebody," Shontay said, with a toss
of the head. "Some guys like tall skinny girls."
"Some women like them too," Laura said. "Me, for one."
Now Shontay became pliant, fawn-like. "Will you miss
me?"
"I'll call you every night."
Why am I saying these things? Laura wondered. She
adored Shontay, but she knew she didn't feel the kind of
desperate, burning, scorching, searing lust for her that she
felt for Dawn. Still, together they had brought Shontay
along to a new place, a sexual oasis where she could enjoy a
sweet and blissfully intense pleasure that was only possible
with Laura. It was hard not to be touched by it, even
moved, and Laura gave in without a fight.
"Here's my number," Shontay said, scribbling on the
back of her business card. "Don't call me at work. Too
dangerous. In fact, we should probably just keep pretending
we don't know each other."
What a good idea! Laura thought. Why couldn't I have
done that with Randi? Yvette? All the others?
She had actually grown quite fond of Shontay during
this week, somehow warmed by Shontay's carefully-masked
vulnerability, and her fresh sense of wonder at the sex they
shared. No longer was she the cold, calculating, remote
bitch Laura had initially thought her to be, the careerist,
the haughty tall girl who looked down both physically and
socially on everyone. She was instead a delightful young
girl who was having several orgasms each day because Laura
was wildly infatuated with her as a bed partner.
On the flight to Tucson, Laura even felt pangs of
separation from her and was very troubled. Her life was
complicated enough, she thought, and screwing her neighbors'
daughter could only make it worse. For example, could she
and Shontay make love in her, Laura's, apartment when
Shontay's parents might be home upstairs? It had been bad
enough trying to muffle every stray groan and gasp before
with her visitors; what would it be like if Shontay were
about to scream in ecstasy? (And Laura had learned how to
make her scream, and also whinny uncontrollably.)
To force herself not to think about Shontay, she
thought about Dawn instead, but that was almost as
troublesome and painful, for she couldn't keep herself from
imagining Dawn naked in bed with Robert. He was not a bad
looking guy, and Dawn was of course gorgeous, in Laura's
book, so the two of them naked and fucking would be a
fascinating spectacle for anyone to witness, she thought.
And horribly painful for me, she realized, trying to shake
the daydream out of her brain. I love her, and he's fucking
her. Not me. Oh god.
As an antidote, she tried to recall the details of her
and Dawn fucking-us, together, no Robert. She began to
remember how she had fucked Dawn with her fist and pulled
her hair when she came, and how Dawn had suffered an almost
lethal orgasm, one of the most intense Laura had ever
witnessed, and surely deeper than she herself had ever
experienced. She suddenly realized that these were not
reveries to indulge in while flying. Her body became so
aroused that she had to carefully make her way to the
lavatory and clean up a little.
The conference was being held at a resort in Tucson,
and there was a kickoff, keynote speech and dinner that very
evening. Thrown in among strangers at a banquet where one
was supposed to be eagerly networking, Laura was shy and
quiet, waiting for a chance to leave graciously. She was
chatting about boring professional issues with some well-
meaning colleagues when she heard, about fifty feet away
from her, The Voice.
A grating, nasal, Texas twang that she would recognize
anywhere.
Laura's head whipped around. Ada's face was obscured
by the heads of the several people she was entertaining with
this characteristically dissonant foghorn voice of hers, but
Laura craned her neck and spotted her.
"Excuse me," she said softly, politely excusing herself
from her own group and moving toward Ada's.
Not wanting to startle her, Laura moved in a wide
circle so that she could come up behind Ada, and when Ada's
group dissolved, she tapped her on the shoulder. Curious,
Ada looked around. Suddenly, her face looked stricken, then
quickly faded into a smile.
"Oh god, I thought I was seeing a ghost!" she said,
falling back dramatically, as if to take all of Laura in
with one glance. "Look at you. What are you doing here?"
"Same thing you are, I guess," Laura grinned.
"Conferencing . . . networking . . . being charming to a
bunch of strangers. I think you're better at it than I am."
Ada leaned close and whispered. "Not really. I am a
complete faker, but I've had lots of practice."
Laura was extremely sensitive to moments like this, and
her senses sucked in Ada's presence, her faint perfume, the
smooth sheen of her black cheek, the curve of her full lips,
the scent of her breath, the beckoning contour of her
wonderful throat, the shine of her eyes, the smell of her
hair, the white gleam of her teeth, the pink, glistening tip
of her tongue as she spoke. It was like falling into a
trance, she realized, and she had to shake herself out of
it.
"You look . . . terrific," she breathed, pulling back a
little, trying to regain her sanity.
"You do too," Ada said, looking her up and down.
"Stephanie Seymour ain't got nothin' on you, girl. Except
she probably has a little more money."
They were both trying to ignore the real issue between
them, which was why Ada had left San Francisco so
precipitously. They both knew why, Laura thought, but
neither one wanted to acknowledge it.
"Can we sit at the same dinner table?" Laura asked,
letting her eyes roam furtively-so Ada would not see it-over
Ada's body, which was disappointingly clothed in a tailored
mint green suit that looked stunning against her black skin
but completely boxed in all the delicious curves Laura knew
where really there.
Ada's smooth brow furrowed. "Do you think we should?
I mean, conferences are to meet new people . . . get new
ideas, you know?"
"You mean not dwell on the past?" Laura cracked, with a
mordant smile.
"Anway, I think they already have place cards," Ada
said, jumping right over Laura's allusion. "You know, just
to make sure we don't sit together."
"They don't know we're . . . friends," Laura said, with
a meaningful look. "You work for a different company now."
Ada looked down momentarily at her feet, embarrassed.
"Laura-"
"I love your hair."
Ada had it swept up again in a swirl behind her head,
revealing her smooth dark brown neck that Laura wanted to
kiss and suck hungrily. Laura could not help recalling
their last time together when, in throes of some pretty
athletic fucking, more vigorous and perverted than she had
ever before allowed herself to become with Ada, they had
shaken free the pins that held Ada's hair back in this swirl
and it had fallen in a tousled cloud around her face, making
her look wanton and half-ravished, inciting Laura to ravish
her totally. She could see from the glint in Ada's black
eyes that Ada remembered it too.
"Thank you," she said calmly, refusing to give Laura
the satisfaction of acknowledging it.
The undercurrent of electricity that always flowed
between them, ever since their first time in the shower
after their first tennis game together, now became almost
palpable. In fact, their hot, throbbing eyes were locked so
tightly that something in the back of Laura's mind told her
to look away, just to break the current, since they could be
drawing attention.
"You're welcome," she breathed, half-audibly. "Aren't
we polite?"
Ada looked nervous and apologetic. In a hushed voice,
she said, "Laura, I think I owe you an apology."
Laura shook her head. "All that's behind us," she
said, evenly, not letting Ada's gaze escape hers. "You owe
me a drink, after this banquet is over. That's all.
"I . . . well, I, I don't really drink much," Ada
stammered.
"Iced tea will be okay. Or lemonade. How about a
coke? Are you trying to avoid me?"
Ada suddenly looked paralyzed, her eyes deeply sad and
lost, her face betraying her pain. She shook her head
without speaking. Laura reached out and took one of her
hands, which was cold. She put her other hand on it too,
holding Ada's hand between them, caressing it furtively,
rubbing it, warming it up.
"You're cold."
Again, Ada shook her head. "Coke," she croaked softly.
"Afterward?"
She removed her hand slowly from Laura's clinging
grasp, her eyes never leaving Laura's.
"Yes," Laura nodded, her own eyes full of love and
unconcealed desire. Yes, Ada. You don't have to let me
into your bed, Ada. Just a coke . . . and a little talk.
Please.
"Meet you by the door." Laura winked. "I've got my
eye on you, and you're easy to find in this sea of white
faces. Don't try to skip out on me."
Ada laughed in spite of herself and covered her mouth.
"I won't . . . this time."
There were twenty or more round banquet tables, and
Laura was seated at the opposite side of the room from Ada,
but, true to her word, she kept an eye out, and after an
interminable evening of tedious speeches and routine dinner
courses, they met by the door as everyone was leaving. They
all look as relieved as I feel, Laura thought, as she
watched the other conference attendees file by her.
"I suppose you know where we can get a coke," Ada said
as she sidled up next to Laura.
"All resorts have a bar, at least one bar," Laura said,
smiling. "I think I could use something a little stronger
than a coke, for sure."
As they wandered in search of the bar, Ada couldn't
suppress a delighted little giggle. "One of the men at my
table tried to make a date with me," she said.
"A date?"
"You know . . . for tonight. Some hanky-panky, I think
he had in mind. He was wearing a wedding ring, can you
believe it?"
Laura smirked. "His wife back in Kansas City will
never know. Was he cute?"
Ada frowned. "He was . . . kind of. I've never dated
a white man."
Laura smiled at her, bristling, and raised one eyebrow.
You let me eat your pussy, Ada, her eyes said. And more.
I'm white. I fucked you silly. You know that. What could
he do to duplicate what we've done together?
But Laura could feel a trace of bitterness, and
competitive anxiety, creeping into her thoughts, and she was
uneasy lest it creep also into her tone of voice. Luckily,
they found the bar just then.
"You're my date tonight," Laura said, steering her
toward a small table in the semi-darkness. "I'm buying.
You can even have champagne, if you want it."
"I'm just going to have a quick coke and go to bed,"
Ada said, matter-of-factly, very coolly skirting any
innuendoes. "I'm tired. That speech really put me to
sleep."
Laura took this as a gentle warning that there would be
no `hanky-panky' between the two of them either. But she
had earlier, when she had tapped Ada on the shoulder, seen
in Ada's eyes a wild flicker of sexual excitement that Ada
had quickly masked. What we did together isn't easy to
forget, Laura realized.
Further, she had come to think that the real reason Ada
had quit her job and moved back to Texas had more to do with
Ada's chagrin over the role she herself had played in their
last sexual encounter than anything Laura had done. It
wasn't the wild, orgiastic g-spot orgasms Laura had caused
in her, or the way she had come while Laura was sucking her
nipple that frightened her so much as the way she had
enthusiastically fucked Laura at the end with the double
dildo.
Laura had been on her back, with Ada on top, and Ada
had fucked her fiercely, aggressively, and lustfully until
both of them had exploded in killing orgasms. It was
exactly what Laura had wanted, and she still tingled when
remembering it, but to Ada somehow it encapsulated all her
earlier fears and anxieties and guilt about having this hot
lesbian affair with Laura into one perverted, wicked, and
thrilling act, with her on top, actually doing the raping,
actually enjoying it, instead of being a passive recipient
of Laura's passion.
That, for a sexually inexperienced and straitlaced
minister's daughter, was about the last straw, and rather
than face it, or Laura, she simply folded her hand and went
home. It was speculation, but Laura could not help feeling
it was true.
A cocktail waitress finally showed up. Several other
people from the dinner had drifted into the bar, and it was
becoming crowded. Laura ordered champagne for both of them.
Ada put a hand on hers.
"Just coke for me."
Laura glowered at her.
"Oh well . . . maybe I will have a glass of champagne.
We can celebrate seeing each other again."
The cocktail waitress left, and Laura leaned close,
whispering.
"It doesn't mean anything." Her eyes burned into
Ada's. "We're just old friends."
Ada appeared to be hurt by this. "Is that all?" she
whispered back.
Laura realized that she herself was very close to
risking everything. Involuntary tears came to her eyes.
She shook her head.
"It's not all."
Now neither one of them could speak for several
minutes. Not only did they not know what to say, but also
their feelings were so confused and intense that neither
trusted herself to open her mouth. Unspoken between them
lay the hot, glowing kernel of their common desire and
sexual attraction, the intimate connection they had shared
before. We made each other pant, Laura thought, in a phrase
that came to her often as a way of capturing this feeling.
Laura had sucked back her tears before they spilled.
Ada looked extremely uncomfortable. The champagne finally
arrived. Laura raised her glass.
"To you, Ada. I hope you are very happy in your new
job . . . and life."
Ada clinked glasses with her. "I think of you every
day," she said in a hushed voice, raising the glass to her
full, sensual lips.
This was hard on Laura, who found she would have
preferred to hear that Ada was now engaged to be married to
a rich executive, or busily fucking a new army of male
admirers-even though that was preposterous in a repressed
preacher's daughter like her-in order to forget Laura
forever. Instead, it meant Ada had not forgotten, and so
how could either one of them get through this evening?
"I think of you too," Laura lied.
Of course, lately she had been thinking of Ada a lot,
so that made her feel less guilty for saying so. But she
was also desperately in love with Dawn, still thickly
involved with Randi, and now, having spent a week happily
fucking with Shontay, encumbered by yet another emotional
and physical entanglement. It was hard to pretend that she
had been lovesick over Ada for months.
Conversation dragged like a dull dinner party, even
worse than the dinner they had just attended, desultory and
reeking of avoidance. Finally, the champagne glasses were
empty. Somehow, Laura thought, neither one of them seemed
to feel any better. She knew she would not be able to
persuade Ada to have another, so they paid and got to their
feet. Then a slight wooziness overcame them both.
"Ooohhh . . . I haven't felt this dizzy since Mama put
brandy in the brownies," Ada said, weaving, her voice
beginning to rise into hints of the horrible twang.
"Just hold onto my arm, if you want to," Laura said,
weaving a little herself. "We can help each other."
Ada's eyes caught hers. The bar was semi-dark, but
neither one mistook the heat, mixed with deep longing, that
passed between them. Ada grabbed Laura's elbow.
"Good idea," she said, dropping her voice again. "At
least until we take a few steps and get our bearings. Now
you can see why I don't drink. Goes right to my head."
Out in the corridor, Laura whispered, "I'm just trying
to get you drunk so I can take advantage of you. Just like
that guy who tried to get you on a `date'."
It was a bold thing to say, but the champagne had made
her feel a little reckless. She also knew that Ada was
probably not going to risk any more than she already had, so
it would be up to Laura to push things. Ada said nothing.
Laura knew she had heard her, but she was not responding.
The rooms in this resort were scattered throughout the
grounds in small duplexes and fourplexes, and in the dark it
was not so easy to remember the location of yours, Laura
realized.
"I'm one thirty-seven," Ada said, rummaging in her coat
pocket for her key as they walked. "I think it's over there
by the pool. I remember seeing the pool around the corner."
"I'll walk there with you," Laura said, calmly.
"You don't have to. I'm a big girl. The wooziness is
gone now."
"What if I want to?"
Ada looked out in the distance, beyond Laura's gaze,
unwilling to meet it. "If you want to, of course . . ."
Her voice trailed off noncommittally.
When they got to Ada's room, she turned to Laura in
front of the door. It was a very uncomfortable moment, and
neither spoke. We don't know what to say, Laura thought.
It was very dark there, with only the glimmer of a light
obscured by a thick crawling vine. The light on Ada's dark,
gleaming face, in fact, was enchanting, soft, highlighting
her strong African features, her considerable beauty. Laura
smiled, extending her arm, brushing the glowing skin of
Ada's black cheek with the tips of three fingers, unable to
stop this caress.
"You are so gorgeous," she murmured. "Let me kiss you
once."
Ada almost jumped, then frowned quizzically. "Right
here? Have you lost your senses, girl?"
Laura looked around. "It's dark. No one will see."
Ada pursed her lips. "It's over, Laura. Let's not
make it worse."
"It isn't over."
"Yes it is."
"Let me come in and kiss you. Then I'll leave."
For a moment Ada didn't speak. Her eyes glistened,
black and large and expressive. "If you come in, I won't
want you to leave."
Just what I wanted to hear, Laura thought, feeling her
heart flutter now. She knew things were sliding slowly in
her direction. Rather than trust herself to push any
harder, she remained silent, letting Ada take the next step.
Ada seemed reluctant to move too. She shifted on her feet,
fretting.
"Okay . . . I'll leave." Laura turned slowly to walk
away. "Bye. Nice seeing you. Love your green suit." She
looked back over her shoulder. "And your hair."
For a moment, Ada seemed content to watch her leave.
Then, with an audible sigh, she spoke.
"'I'd love to kiss yuh, but I just washed my hay-ahh,'"
Ada said softly, quoting Bette Davis, a quote Laura had made
to her their very last time together. She giggled softly,
almost girlishly.
Laura, grinning, turned around. She was now about five
steps away from Ada, whose eyes were throbbing with
significance. Ada now whispered so softly that Laura could
barely hear her.
"If you want to come inside, I could dry it off," she
whispered.
Laura came closer. "It doesn't look very wet to me,"
she murmured. "Maybe you need to take a shower and really
get it wet."
Ada closed her eyes and held them shut a few seconds
before opening them again. Laura wondered if she were
praying. God, let it happen. Or, God, don't let it happen.
Which one was it? Or was she cursing herself for having
yielded to this . . . what, sin? Or ecstasy?
Ada took a deep breath, and her eyes opened. Without a
word, she turned and unlocked the door to her room with her
key card. They both slipped inside, and she fastened the
safety lock. Laura felt her pulse leap. She had not felt
it outside, but now that they were in Ada's quite, dark
room, with the door locked, alone together, she could feel a
very great turbulence inside her own body. She wondered if
Ada was now feeling it too.
They could barely see one another though they were
close enough almost to smell the champagne on each other's
breath. A weak light from outside came in through the
window. Ada went over to it and pulled the drapes
completely shut before switching on a bedside lamp. She
turned to Laura.
Laura smiled warmly. Ada was charmingly demure for a
big, beautiful, voluptuous woman whom many people would die
to sleep with. She was shy, even bashful at times, and
having gone this far, she had not a clue how to go the rest
of the way. Laura went over to her and took her hand. She
slowly, never taking her eyes from Ada's, raised it to her
lips.
"You have the most beautiful hands," she murmured,
kissing the back of Ada's hand sensually, then turning it
and kissing the palm too. "Earlier, when I was holding your
cold hand, I wanted to do this. Do you know that?" She
turned Ada's hand back over and kissed the smooth black top
of it more passionately now. "It's not cold any more."
Ada shook her head. Her eyes showed both mild fear and
growing sexual excitement.
"May I kiss you?" Laura asked softly.
Ada nodded. "I've . . . been wishing you would. All
night." She smiled, shyly.
It's like a first date, Laura realized as they brought
their faces closer together. Like we never kissed before.
That's why we're both so nervous.
Her lips pressed against Ada's sensual mouth, curving
slowly into Ada's full lips, and she could feel Ada actually
quivering as they slowly embraced. They kissed chastely at
first, no tongues. Laura did not want to rush things.
Anyway, she richly enjoyed this calm reacquaintance, this
slow, expressive kiss, unencumbered by fierce sexual heat,
informed instead by an emotional exchange that she knew
would prepare the way for a coming physical reunion.
They pulled gently apart before the kiss could dissolve
into an urgent, more passionate moment. "I think we should
take a shower together," Laura suggested, whispering it into
Ada's lovely, gleaming black ear, following the words with
her tongue.
"Ahhnnnn!" Ada shivered sharply, pulling back slightly
out of Laura's arms, suddenly looking sweet, vulnerable, and
ravishingly sexy to Laura, even in her boxy green suit.
Laura kissed her cheek, then her broad, high forehead,
then her eyelids. "What do you think?"
Ada looked to the side, as if too embarrassed to say
it. "I can hardly take a shower any more without
remembering it," she confessed.
"Me either," Laura breathed.
She quickly began to unbutton her own jacket and unzip
her skirt, moving toward the small bathroom at the same
time. She flung the jacket on the bed. Ada stood in the
same place, as if paralyzed, watching Laura in fascination.
Reaching the corner she would have to turn to get into
the bathroom, Laura paused. Giving Ada a sexy smirk, she
removed her blouse and flung it back onto the bed too. She
let her skirt fall at her feet and kicked it away. I feel
like a stripper, she thought, enjoying Ada's eyes on her
body. I like it. Come in here and fuck me in the shower,
Ada, darling, her eyes dared.
Before disappearing around the corner, she turned her
back, looking sexily over her shoulder at Ada, and slowly
unfastened her bra clasp. Cleverly, she held the limp bra
against her body, winking at Ada, who still stared, seeming
rooted to the spot, her wide, sensual mouth half-open in
awe.
"I'm waiting," Laura winked, now slipping around the
corner and into the bathroom, where she quickly turned on
the shower, slipping out of her panties and placing them and
her bra on the sink top.
She is such a marvelous little prude, she thought,
waiting for Ada. How long will it take her? Is she still
standing there, trying to make up her mind?
When the water got hot, and steam began to swirl around
the small bathroom, she pulled the shower curtain open at
the end and stepped into the tub. This was different than
before since it was a tub, not a shower stall, but Laura
knew they could manage. Where is she? Ada . . . get your
beautiful self and your beautiful body in here!
Just when she began to suspect that Ada had chickened
out, she sensed her presence on the other side of the shower
curtain. The shower noise made it nearly impossible to hear
anything else, and the steam was billowing and surging
everywhere, but somehow Laura knew Ada was there. Then she
saw her silhouette moving. She turned just in time to see
Ada pulling the shower curtain open in the rear, as she
herself had done.
Ada's long, bare, black arm came around the corner,
followed by her wonderful black naked body. She smiled
shyly at Laura, pulling the shower curtain closed.
"Here I am." Her black, throbbing eyes held Laura's.
"Did you miss me?"
Oh god, Laura thought.
More than you know,
More than you know,
Girl of my heart,
I love you so . . .
Lately I find,
You're on my mind,
More than you know . . .
This song had come to her once before, just after Ada
had gone back to Texas, after she had sent Laura a voice
mail apology. Laura scarcely knew where she had heard it,
but it had drifted into her mind at the time, a song of
longing and tenderness, and it drifted back into her mind
now, reflecting a deep yearning for Ada.
"Oh god, yes," she said honestly to Ada.
Ada made a sarcastic face. "Then let me have some of
that hot water, girl, before I freeze to death back here."
Laura held out her arms. "Come and share."
Ada came forward. Laura turned to give her half of the
water, and they embraced again, naked and wet this time, and
quickly succumbed to a really intense sexual kiss, which
quickly became a ravenous mouth-rape on both sides. The
feel of Ada's naked body against her own, after all this
time, made Laura nearly melt both with happiness and lust,
and she ran her hands all over Ada's wet back, then dropped
them to Ada's large but very shapely ass, digging her
fingertips into the firm, spongy round flesh.
Ada kissed her neck and her ear, wiggling her upper
body back and forth to enjoy the way their wet breasts slid
together and their excited nipples touched. There was no
sound but the steady crash of the shower water against their
bodies and the tub and shower curtain. But soon Laura began
to hear the sounds of their breathing too, since they were
growing very aroused.
"I want you," she panted to Ada, sucking the water off
her glistening black shoulder, sucking her neck, raising her
hands to Ada's large, full breasts and squeezing them.
"Oh god . . . Laura . . . I've dreamed of this every
night!" Ada gasped, again pressing her mouth to Laura's and
giving her a scorching kiss.
"Me too," Laura panted. "I've dreamed of sucking your
big beautiful nipples. May I? May I suck your big
nipples?"
Ada, her black eyes streaked with a hot red fire of
sexual need, nodded. "You can do anything you want."
Ada was a full-figured woman, and her breasts were
large and shapely, fantastically firm, capped by huge, coal-
black, puffy, protruding nipples, so desirable to Laura that
she actually had to restrain herself from sucking them too
hard, so hungry for them was she. And right now Ada's
breasts were beaded with silvery water droplets,
magnificent, jutting gourds of delectable flesh, the nipples
swollen and bulbous, glimmering, beckoning Laura's mouth.
Cradling one in her palm, she lowered her lips to it.
There is no need to rush any of this, she told herself. She
let you in here, and you can fuck her all night. She wants
it as much as you do. So, go slowly . . . enjoy . . . let
her enjoy it . . . you never know how soon it might happen
again.
Laura ran her tongue all around the puffy black areola
of Ada's bulbous nipple, watching the tiny, stippled bumps
of erotic excitement surface in it, flicking the nubby
center with the tip of her tongue.
"Ahhh!" Ada gasped sharply, and Laura recalled how
sensitive her breasts were, much more sensitive than usual.
Unable to hold off, she sucked the whole silky wet bulb
into her mouth, pulling it in past her teeth, and pinching
it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, wanting to
swallow it, wanting to hear Ada squeal.
"Oh! Oh god, Laura . . . yes! Ungghh!" Ada gasped,
her knees briefly weakening.
Suddenly, Laura remembered where they were. She
remembered the loud, grating, carrying quality of Ada's
voice when she was aroused, or coming. She released Ada's
nipple from her mouth momentarily, looking up at her
contorted face.
"I guess we better watch the noise," she said, half a
question. "Is there anybody in the room next to this one?"
Ada shook her head, but her eyes displayed a half-
reluctance to reveal the truth, as if that would mean that
nothing stood in the way of a shocking orgy. "A woman in my
new company . . . she isn't arriving until tomorrow."
Oh god, darling, you mean I can fuck you and make you
scream? Laura thought, exulting. She could see from the
expression in Ada's eyes that it was exactly what she meant.
Laura smiled, and Ada half-smiled back. She didn't
mind being wildly ravished by Laura, but there was still a
part of her that found it scandalous and sinful. She
reached down and patted and stroked the wet mop of Laura's
hair, which by now was plastered in soaked ropes against her
neck and shoulders.
"My little wet white rat," she murmured dreamily. "I
remember this."
But this small hotel bathroom could not match the
large, sybaritic shower stall in Ada's former townhouse. It
was even more cramped. There was little room to maneuver.
Laura reached up and touched Ada's hand on her wet hair.
She took it and drew Ada down to the floor of the tub with
her.
"Come down here with me. I remember everything. I
want you like this, all wet and excited, with the shower
water beating down on us." She kissed Ada, a fierce, hot,
searing kiss, as they sat, legs entangled, facing one
another on the floor of the tub, with the shower water
pouring down on both of their heads. "I want to fuck you.
I want to eat your beautiful pussy."
Ada gasped and giggled. "At least I haven't had to
hear that disgusting word for a while," she grinned.
"You were dying to hear me say it to you," Laura said,
again ravenously sucking the water off her glistening black
skin, so beautifully wet and glossy and smooth. She got her
hand between Ada's thighs. "Lie back and let me fuck you."
Ada did as asked, hypnotized by Laura's hungry desire
and her own need. This was very different from the first
time they had done it in the shower, which had been their
first time ever, and had come as a complete surprise to Ada.
Much had passed between them since then, and their
relationship now throbbed with a bittersweet current, a
realization that their feelings were too intense, or too
complicated, to share on a regular basis.
Ada's eyes searched Laura's. "Let's get out and do it
on the bed," she said. "It's too cramped in here."
Laura shook her head. "I want you this way . . . with
the water . . . and everything. I want you, Ada. I can't
wait."
Ada's eyes rolled up, and she yielded, submissively.
She spread her thighs so that Laura could slip down between
them more easily. Laura was still busily, thirstily licking
the water off Ada's body as she slid lower. She paused
briefly at Ada's navel to suck up a whole deep pool of it.
Then she slid lower and rubbed her nose in the glistening,
water-beaded triangle of Ada's black muff, beginning to
smell, despite the steam, the thick, rich, erotic odors of
Ada's pussy, which she knew must be oozing and throbbing
like her own was by now.
Crouched between Ada's spread thighs, the smooth, dark
flesh glimmering with water beads, she finally was able to
press her mouth to the inflamed, open, deeply pink seam of
Ada's large, meaty cunt. Not a pretty little gaping chute
like Shontay's, which Laura had been slurping in delirious
happiness during the past week, or a long, sinuous,
thrillingly sculptured work of art like Charise's young
pussy, Ada's was a large, fat, maw of hot love, all raw and
glistening with juice, the black inner lips thick and
swollen and shiny, the insides flaming and bright and wet.
Laura, unable to restrain herself, devoured it
hungrily. And immediately they both begin to feel an influx
of fresh sexual excitement that reminded them of their first
time. The water hammered on Laura's back, and sprayed into
Ada's face, and she groaned as Laura's tongue found her big
clit, and Laura's fingers slid into her squinchy, flowing
trench. Ada's pussy was not a snack or a pretty little
morsel to her but a wonderful feast, an abundance of wet
flesh to be lovingly sucked and licked and tasted and love-
raped, and Laura devoted herself passionately to the task.
Both she and Ada writhed and squirmed in the bottom of the
tub, drenched and soaked in the water, gurgling and gulping
and gasping to one another as their mutual sexual urgency
grew greater.
Oh, I'm going to make her squeal and die of it this
time, Laura thought wildly. She is going to come so hard.
Oh, Ada . . . let me make you come so hard.
"Ohhhh!" Ada moaned. "Ahhnnnnn . . . ohhhhhh oh Laura
unhhhh! Oh god . . . oh that feels so good! Yes . . . oh
god yes! Right there! Like that! Unhhh! Oh god, girl,
I've missed you."
Laura looked up at her momentarily but didn't speak.
She smiled. God, this woman has a beautiful body, she
thought, looking at all the dark, wet curves of Ada's
wonderful flesh, her large, slightly rolling breasts, her
thick, glimmering black nipples, then returning her
attentions to the bright pink cauldron of the girl's
streaming pussy.
"I've missed you too, darling" she panted. "I love
this wonderful big clit of yours."
"Ungghhh! Oh . . . oh sweet Jesus! Ungghhh!"
"Oh, you like that, don't you," Laura purred, her voice
barely audible above the crashing sound of the water. "Do
you think you can come for Laura? Do you think you can come
if I lick and suck your pretty clit like this?"
With her thumbs she pulled upward the shiny black
sheath that half-concealed Ada's large bulb of a clit,
almost as large as Randi's, a whitish, grape-sized bud,
exposing it completely now to her lips and tongue. She
placed the flat of her tongue against it and waggled her
head vigorously from side to side, mashing it and wiggling
her tongue across it passionately.
"Unhhhh! Unhhhh!" Ada gasped, wriggling as much as
possible in the small, cramped tub, now gyrating her hips
and pushing her pussy up into Laura's mouth.
Removing her fingers from Ada's pussy, knowing Ada was
going to come any second, Laura ran her hands up to the
girl's wet, jiggling breasts, filling her hands with them,
and sucking Ada's entire big clit into her mouth at the same
time. Laura had done this before, all of it, and Ada knew
what was coming.
The hot shower water peppered their bodies, beating
down relentlessly on their hungry, aching flesh as they
struggled together toward the finish line. Their hot gasps
and moans now rose above the sound of the shower. Looking
up at Ada's face, since it was always a thrilling sight for
Laura to see a beautiful woman completely overcome by an
almost unbearable rapture, she saw Ada grimacing and biting
her lower lip, then crying out as the sensations Laura was
causing in her sensitive clit by sucking it grew too intense
for her.
"Aoowwuungghhhh!" Ada groaned, now arching her back,
her wet, quivering body rising momentarily off the floor of
the tub, all beaded with water and streaming with fresh
rivulets as the shower water struck her flesh.
Laura's hands held her full, wet breasts, and Laura's
fingers found her large nipples, twisting and pinching them
as she turned the heat up a notch, sucking Ada's clit harder
and jabbing it with her tongue inside her mouth, determined
to bring her off quickly now. She felt Ada's hands on her
head, Ada's fingers clawing in the wet strings of her hair,
holding her head, pushing her cunt up into Laura's mouth.
She heard her groaning, felt her quivering and surging, felt
her nipples growing hard as small pebbles in her fingers.
"Unhhh! Unhhh! Oh god Laura . . . unnnnhhhh! Oh god
yes . . . it's-"
"Yes, Ada, yes. Do it. Come in my mouth, come all
over me, come, do it, now!" Laura encouraged her.
"Oh god!
"Yes!"
"Oh god!"
"Yes! Yes!"
"AANNGGHIIIIEEEMMNNNGGIIIEEEE! AUUNGHGHH! UNGGHHH!
OHHHNNGGGG GOD! ANNGGHIIEEEE!" Ada suddenly erupted in
deafening screams as a crushing orgasm shook her wet body.
Violent spasms shook her flesh as waves of wrenching
bliss passed through her. And Laura suddenly realized,
while Ada was coming, that there was opportunity here to do
more than merely watch the spectacle of Ada having an
immense climax. She herself was on the verge of coming too,
and the sight of Ada's delicious, wet, quivering black body
in the throes of intense orgasmic spasms aroused her even
more. She had her face in the girl's open, flowing wet
blossom of a pussy and knew that it would take only a
slight, and quick, maneuver to press her own pussy against
this fragrant, runny flower.
In a flash, she was on her knees and sliding forward,
hooking one leg under one of Ada's, sliding forward even
more, until she was pushing the gaping, hot, soupy mouth of
her own pussy against Ada's wide-open gash, rubbing them
aggressively together. Even though Ada's face was torn in a
agony of sweet, fiercely intense coming, her eyes fluttered
open momentarily at this. She looked into Laura's with
shock, as if a fresh paralyzing jolt of electricity had shot
through her body.
"Unghhh! Oh Laura . . ."
"Yes, honey . . . yes!" Laura gasped, rubbing their
wet, inflamed cunts together vigorously. "Unhhh! Unhhh!"
The feel of their greasy, aching, slippery, raw pussy
lips sliding together, a kiss more profound than any she had
yet experienced with Ada, sent them both into a delirium of
sexual mania, and Ada too began churning her hips again,
rubbing her pussy up into Laura's, mewling and shaking as a
fresh onslaught of coming began to build toward a breaking
point in her body.
"Oh god . . . Laura!"
"Yes! Ungghhh! Oh baby . . . come with me!" Laura
panted, leaning forward into each grinding movement of her
pelvis, feeling the raw, wet flesh of her pussy glued to
Ada's splayed furrow, feeling their clits brush and mash
together as the wild rhythm of fucking swept them up into a
surging, groaning finish.
Still the hot shower water beat down on them, on
Laura's back, which partially blocked it from Ada's face,
though the spray still spattered her as Laura moved, pumping
and gyrating, bringing them both up to a second explosive
climax. Laura's hair was plastered to her neck and
shoulders, and now Ada's too was soaked, matted, glistening
with silvery water drops caught in the damp black netting of
her destroyed coiffure.
To Laura she had never looked so beautiful. Ada was
totally out of control, totally consumed by feverish and
urgent sexual needs, drenched, soaked, shiny and voluptuous,
her full, large breasts swirling and jiggling as Laura
fucked her, rubbing their pussies together frantically, her
large, bulbous black nipples glistening. Even though she
knew her own orgasm was only a split second away, Laura
wanted it to go on forever.
"Oh Ada!" she cried out, reaching forward with one hand
to caress Ada's wet, black cheek, when suddenly she felt a
rocket launcher seem to go off deep inside her body. "Oh .
. . come with me! Please!"
Ada's eyes fluttered open again and she seemed to
recognize Laura's appeal. Then she whooped softly, her eyes
rolled up, and Laura realized they were both going to come
in the same instant. Oh god, yes! she thought in a frenzy,
knowing nothing could prevent it now. The huge firestorm of
her own climax rose up and engulfed her at that very
instant.
"Auungghhh! Unghhhhh! Oh . . . Ada!
Auungghiiinngghiieeee!" she cried out, feeling her body
crumpled in mid-motion by the force of a throttling orgasm.
Ada's cries cut across her own. "Ungghhh! Laura . . .
Laur-" she groaned, her cries interrupted by a fresh,
jolting shock as another orgasm suddenly wracked her.
"Ungghh! Oh! Anngghiimmnnggeeeee!"
The force of Laura's orgasm threw her forward onto
Ada's wet, shuddering body, and they lay pressed together
like that, throbbing and cooing and gurgling and gasping,
until the final spasms disappeared, which to Laura seemed to
take, blissfully, forever. Don't let it stop, she found
herself thinking, feeling every wet inch of Ada's delectable
flesh glued to her own, hearing Ada's soft, chuffing breath
in her ear, which was next to Ada's mouth. The sound was
even louder to her than the crash of the shower water, which
continued, relentless, as they lay slumped together happily
throbbing on the floor of the tub.
Finally, she felt Ada stir under her. "Don't move . .
." she pleaded softly. "Don't let it stop. Don't let it
ever stop."
Ada was patient, but after another minute, she kissed
Laura's cheek and said, "I feel the same way you do, but I'm
getting a little cramped down here. And that water is
beginning to get a little lukewarm, don't you think?"
Reluctantly, Laura slowly peeled her body off of Ada's
and smiled at her, nodding. "I didn't notice because of all
the heat we were making ourselves."
Ada smiled wryly, sitting up, stretching her arms.
"Wonder we didn't drown in here," she smiled back.
Laura reached behind her and turned off the faucet.
Suddenly, the bathroom was amazingly quiet, with wisps of
steam still in the air, but slowing their swirling dance.
She and Ada were still sitting face to face on the bottom of
the tub, wet, pleasantly tingling in the aftermath of a
thrilling sexual moment.
"I don't know how we do it, but we almost always manage
to nearly make my heart stop when we make love in the
shower," Laura confessed softly to Ada.
Ada's wry grin turned briefly rueful. "Is that what
you call it?" she teased. "Making love? I think two
billygoats don't go at it any hotter than we do, girl." She
smiled and stroked the wet ropes of Laura's hair again. "My
little white rat."
"That's `wet' rat," Laura said, smiling.
"Wet, white, what's the difference. I adore every
little wet, white inch of you. Let's get out of this tub.
I'm starting to get cold. We can get under the covers and
cuddle."
"Not until I dry you off with the towel and kiss every
inch of this beautiful body," Laura whispered, finally
standing and helping Ada up.
A few minutes later, dry-though their hair was still
damp-and cuddling happily under the blankets, Laura kissed
her dreamily.
"It's so terrific to run into you like this," she
murmured. "I . . . didn't know if I'd ever see you again."
Ada looked evasive. They had left only the bathroom
light on, to make things dimmer, and yet in the half-light
Laura could see Ada's expressive black eyes cloud over with
pain.
"Don't make me talk about it," she whispered, imploring
Laura silently with her eyes.
Somehow this emotional response stoked Laura's lust for
her again. She didn't understand it, but she wondered if
Ada's fear of the deep sensuality they inspired in one
another didn't, for some reason, offer her a challenge.
When Ada pulled back from the spirited sex they shared, it
only fanned Laura's flame. Do I just want to rub her face
in it? Laura wondered. What a disgusting motive. What a
horrible person I must be to want to fuck her and fuck her,
when she's half-scandalized that we're here together in the
first place.
And she is really, basically, so sweet. So . . . I
don't know, lost. She kissed Ada's full, wide mouth
tenderly.
"I wouldn't think of making you talk about it," she
replied softly.
They did not speak for a while, and then Ada's head
stirred on the pillow they were sharing. She looked deep
into Laura's eyes and murmured in a small, distant voice.
"You know, that's the first time I . . . had a . . .
you know, climax . . . since the last time we did it. I
think maybe saving up is as good for sex as it is for
money."
She grinned.
"Did you save up any more for me?"
Ada shook her head. "Oh, no. You're the one who likes
to keep doing it and doing it, like a . . . starved cat or
something. Not me."
"Oh. You don't want to do it again?" Laura feigned a
devastating pout. "Okay. You want to just go to sleep?
Can I sleep here in your room? I love cuddling with you
like this. You're so warm . . . and smooth."
She ran one hand down Ada's naked back to her
substantial but nicely-shaped bottom. During the past week
she had been doing this repeatedly with Shontay, and one of
Shontay's hard, round little buttocks would fit nicely into
Laura's hand, but Ada's were, she thought, almost twice as
big, and it was impossible to get such a tight grip on one.
Nevertheless, she dipped her hand under Ada's smooth, warm
bun to the bottom, where the bulge was most conspicuous,
then cupped and squeezed it there, filling her hand with
firm, spongy ass flesh.
"Mmmm, that feels kind of good," Ada breathed against
her cheek. "Do you know everything it takes to make me feel
good? And to make me get . . . wet . . . like I'm getting
now . . . all over again?"
"Yes."
"I believe it. I never would have dreamed of what you
did to me in the shower."
"I made love to you, that's all."
"You pushed your little-"
"Pussy?"
Ada nodded, turned her head away bashfully. "Into
mine." For a moment she stopped speaking. "I think I
wouldn't mind if we . . . did that again, some time." She
turned her face back to Laura with a marvelous, deeply
embarrassed grin.
"Made you come hard, didn't it," Laura teased, now
squeezing her other large round buttock.
"You always make me come hard, Laura," Ada whispered,
kissing Laura's mouth, a lingering, sweet, meaningful kiss.
While they were kissing, Laura managed to move the hand
that was cupping and squeezing Ada's ass cheek over a little
so that her forefinger could slip into the moist rift
between Ada's full buns. She thought she detected a mild
clenching in Ada's body as she did it, but if so, Ada
quickly relaxed again, though her mouth on Laura's became
more ardent, more searching. Encouraged, Laura moved her
finger deeper, until the tip of it brushed the small,
wrinkled aperture of Ada's rectum, which was so sensitive
that now Ada did jump a little.
"Wha . . . what are you doing?" she gasped. Her
forehead furrowed up sharply.
Laura pulled the tip of her finger back. "Oh . . .
just wanting to make you come hard again," she said.
"Well, that's a funny way to do it."
"You want me to stop?"
Now Ada looked trapped. She didn't know whether to say
yes or no. "It did feel . . . kind of good. But kind of
funny too. It's nasty." She broke into a grin. "I don't
know why I wouldn't expect it of you. You're so nasty."
Laura stretched luxuriously, rubbing her naked body
against Ada's, trying to tempt Ada into yielding further.
"I won't do it if you don't want me to."
"Good. I don't."
Laura let it pass for a while. While Ada was briefly
in the bathroom, though, she did retrieve the small bottle
of baby oil from her purse and set it unobtrusively on the
shelf below the bedside lamp on her side of the bed, out of
sight. Just in case, she thought. She might . . . decide
it's okay. Probably not, but maybe.
As time passed, their caresses got a little more urgent
and heated. Enough time had elapsed since their little
shower orgy that they were beginning to feel in the mood for
more.
"Mmmm," Laura purred, burying her face between Ada's
large, magnificent breasts, "it's good to be dry and warm in
a bed with a naked Ada. Your boobs are so big and
beautiful."
Ada had not taken even a mildly aggressive sexual role
yet, which, Laura reasoned, was entirely consistent with her
interpretation of Ada's motives for running back home, after
her daring affair with Laura in San Francisco. She can't
keep her body from responding to me, Laura thought, but she
can't get out of her mind that time when she was on top
either, and fucking me like a mad rapist. It was the last
straw for her, and she still can't face it.
"You know," Ada confessed softly, "the two guys I did
have relationships with both loved my boobs, just like you
do. Maybe they're all right after all."
"After all?"
"Too big, I think. I wish had had small, pretty ones
like yours."
"Oh, Ada." She moved her face rapidly back and forth
in Ada's deep cleavage, kissing the bulging sides of the
firm, pendulous balls of flesh. "I would die to have
breasts like these."
"Guess we want what each other's got, eh?" Ada laughed
in a sexy, throaty giggle that made Laura hornier than ever
for her at this instant.
"Mmmm, I want you to fuck me," Laura said, boldly,
knowing it would strike right to the heart of Ada's fears.
Ada made a face. "There you go with The Word."
Laura slithered up now, cupping and squeezing Ada's
large breasts in her hands, twisting and pinching her plump,
soft nipples, kissing Ada's mouth feverishly.
"I don't care about The Word . . . I care about The
Deed. I want you to fuck me in my ass with your finger. I
think it'll make me come in about ten seconds."
Ada grinned, as if unable to believe her ears. "You're
kidding."
Laura shook her head, solemnly. "Are your nails long?
Here, let me see."
She took Ada's hand and examined her fingernails, which
were short, evenly and neatly trimmed.
"Perfect," Laura said. She reached for the bottle of
baby oil. "Just spread a little of this on . . . this
finger. Then fuck me in the ass with it and smother my face
in these wonderful boobs. You can rub my pussy a little
with your wrist at the same time. I promise you I'll come
in only a few seconds." Laura was gripped by a sharp,
surprising tremor, which left her giggling softly. "See,
it's true. Even thinking about it makes me feeling like I'm
going to come."
Ada shook her head, disbelieving. "Laura, you are a
caution. You planned this."
She looked accusingly at Laura, nodding to the small
bottle of baby oil in Laura's hand.
Laura remembered, for some reason, Kim, who had picked
her up in the Dallas airport, long ago now. Kim had leaned
close, in the airport lounge, surrounded by people, and
whispered to Laura, "Don't you want to fuck me?" And it had
been all over for Laura at that second. She did the same
thing to Ada, hoping it would work.
She leaned closer, becoming irresistibly sexy, twisting
in such a way as to show off more of her ass to Ada.
"What's the matter, don't you like my pretty little ass?"
she asked coyly. "Don't you want to fuck me?"
Ada tried to shrink back from Laura, her face paralyzed
in an apparent mixture of fascination and revulsion, but
Laura simply moved closer again, kissing her neck, her bare,
gleaming shoulder, pushing her naked breasts against Ada's.
"I love it when you fuck me," she breathed. "Remember
the last time you fucked me? God . . . I nearly died. I've
dreamed of you fucking me ever since, Ada. I need it.
Please . . . please do it . . . I'm all hot for you . . .
I'm dying to feel you all over me . . . doing me . . .
loving me . . . fucking me . . . oh Ada."
Ada giggled nervously, finally letting one hand run
over Laura's body, down to her hip, then over the top and
down her ass. She squeezed one of Laura's ass cheeks
gently, tentatively. Laura's mouth caught hers, and this
time their kiss quickly became a flaming scorcher, a hotter
kiss than any they had shared this evening, full of
undisguised, feverish hunger. Even Ada could not conceal
her lust.
"See," Laura panted as they broke it off. "You want
to."
Slowly, solemnly, Ada nodded. "I . . . do," she
croaked softly. "I . . . adore you, Laura."
Laura held up the small plastic bottle. Her only fear
now was that she was already so aroused that she might come
before she could really enjoy it to its fullest. As Ada
hesitantly took the bottle, Laura rolled onto her back,
spreading her thighs, looking up into Ada's eyes, pliant and
yielding, awed by both the tenderness and the anticipation
of this thrilling moment.
Ada, still looking painfully embarrassed, flipped open
the top of the bottle and spread the baby oil over her
middle finger. A little of the oil dripped onto the sheet,
and she panicked.
"Oops! I dropped some . . . euuuuhhh! God, look out,
I'll get it up."
"It's okay," Laura reassured her, brushing the oil into
the sheet quickly with the palm of her hand.
She also took the bottle from Ada and placed it on the
bedstand. Then she looked up expectantly.
Ada hesitated. "I've never done this before."
Laura made a funny face at her. "Filing your income
tax is harder, darlin'. Here, like this."
She took Ada's hand, shiny lubricated finger and all,
and drew it down between her splayed thighs.
"Lean closer honey . . . that's it," she said, guiding
Ada's hand to the proper position. "Now . . . just hold
your finger straight and don't flinch, okay?"
If I have to do the preliminary work for her . . .
okay, Laura thought. She'll get into it soon enough. She
pulled Ada's hand forward, feeling her rigid forefinger
slide into the crack of her ass. Her pussy was burbling and
frothing so much that she knew the first hint of anal
penetration might be enough to ignite her. Only now did she
realize that her body was quivering with excitement.
She sucked in a gulp of air as Ada's fingertip first
touched her asshole, then gritted her teeth and pulled it
forward, feeling an inch of finger slip inside.
"Unhhh! Oh yes . . . ohhh yessss!" she hissed, eyes
rolling up briefly. "Yes . . . just push it in further . .
. yes! Unhhh! Oh yes, Ada!"
With a curious frown that seemed to reflect her own
physical excitement as well as her barely controlled
revulsion at being caught in the middle of this frantically
arousing event, Ada slowly pushed her entire finger into
Laura's ass. Laura's eyes watered, and she bit her lower
lip. She reached up and encircled Ada's neck with her arm,
drawing her down closer, feeling Ada's swaying, pendulous
breasts press against hers.
When Ada's face was very close to hers, Laura let her
eyes burn. "Ada . . . fuck me," she panted. "Push those
beautiful big boobs in my face and fuck me . . . fuck me
hard . . . quick. Please!"
"Oh, Laura . . ."
"Do it!" Laura commanded, beginning to rock her hips
and push her ass into Ada's finger. "Oh Ada . . . do it,
I'm so close!"
This, and perhaps the look of anguished need on Laura's
face, was all it seemed to take. Ada began to move her
hand. Her finger was long and hard, and Laura could feel it
slide deeper into her body. She also now felt the heel of
Ada's hand pushing into her swollen cunt lips. The
intensity of the sensations nearly made her swoon.
"Unnhhhh! Ohhhh! Yes . . . oh Ada!"
Now Ada had a little difficulty getting the leverage
she needed to really do the job right, and she shifted her
body slightly, straddling Laura's thigh, bringing her
swaying breasts up to Laura's face, beginning to pant softly
herself and clearly getting into the mood even more. Oh
good! Laura thought deliriously, she's going to fuck me now,
she can't help it, she wants to!
The large, firm globes of Ada's dark, smooth breasts
brushed everywhere against Laura's face, and she raised her
hands to them, churning her hips, whimpering, pinching Ada's
huge nipples, kissing the wonderful round balls of flesh
everywhere, feeling the fires in her groin flare to a hotter
flame. Oh god, I know it's not going to last, but it's so
good!
"Ohhhhh . . . so good . . . so good!" she moaned. "Oh
yes oh fuck me, Ada, it's so good. Do it deeper . . .
ungghhh! Yes! Unghhhh!"
Now Ada's finger was really probing deeply into her
ass, and Ada's hand rubbing against Laura's cunt quickly
aroused her to a fever pitch. Although Laura was nearly
delirious in the grip of her own need, she realized that Ada
was getting swept up in the sexual rhythm too, mewling
softly, rubbing her body against Laura's, gasping as Laura's
mouth found one of her nipples. Mostly aware of the intense
sensations in her own ass and pussy, Laura nevertheless felt
the wet, slippery, warm, greasy contact of Ada's gaping cunt
as it pushed against her bare thigh.
The other way to tell for certain that Ada was losing
control too was the rising metallic twang of her moaning.
It began to fill the room, and Laura was glad there was no
one in the adjoining room as she heard their two voices
intermingling in soft, then more urgent pleas, and deep,
keening whines. Surprisingly enough, as much as she cringed
to hear Ada's unpleasantly grating, very loud voice rising
in a crescendo of sexual excitement, it also thrilled her at
this moment. It signified that Ada was holding nothing
back, that she was completely immersed in this panting,
groping, churning mania that gripped them both. And now Ada
was actively rubbing her wet, warm pussy back and forth on
Laura's rigid thigh muscle, piercing Laura's ass with her
finger, and vigorously rubbing Laura's pussy with the heel
of her hand.
Again, Laura felt briefly as if she were going to
swoon. Ada's large, bulging wet nipple slipped from her
mouth, and she arched her back, quivering, pumping. Oh . .
. oh yes . . . here it comes! she thought, wildly.
She had known it wouldn't take long, and it didn't.
Ada's breasts still swirled and swayed into her face as Ada
too moved with more abandon, quickly reaching the point of
no return too. She fucked Laura's ass with her finger in
fierce, rapid, stabbing jabs, now giving into the frenzy of
her own scorching passion, pushing her breasts into Laura's
face, panting frantically.
"Oh! Ungghhh! Oh Laura . . . suck them, please . . .
oh god yes . . . suck hard yes! Ungghhh!"
"Oh yes, Ada . . . honey . . . Ada yes yes! Oh yes
it's here it's here!"
She tried to guide one of Ada's bouncing breasts toward
her mouth in order to suck Ada's beautiful, glimmering wet
nipple, but the explosion shook them both before she could
manage it. In mid-motion, a ferocious jolt of hot coming
rose up inside of her body, completely stunning her and
flattening her against the sheet. For a second, she could
not even breathe. And during that brief second, she felt
Ada's body, now lying almost completely on top of her,
clench and shudder.
"Awwonnggggg!" Ada groaned, then dissolved into a
series of spasms, whimpering into Laura's neck as she came.
"Unnhhh . . . annghhhh! Ohnnn!"
Laura's breath quickly returned to her along with a
second ferocious jolt, and she gave in gloriously to the
orgasm that seemed to roll through her body like a fiery
locomotive.
"Unnngghhmmiieeee! Ohhhnggggg . . . Ada!
Auungghiiieee!" she cried out, still pushing her flaming ass
into Ada's hand, feeling the finger burrowing in deep,
coming in sharp spasms, and exulting in the feel of Ada's
warm pussy juices flowing all over her thigh, and the feel
of Ada's body shuddering in a sharp ecstasy too.
Even after the spasms died away, they remained glued
together, Ada's finger still buried deep in Laura's ass, her
own thighs clamping Laura's, her wet, raw pussy stuck to the
skin of Laura's thigh, her face buried in Laura's neck. In
their excitement, they had flung and kicked the upper sheet
and all the blankets off the bed or to the end of it, where
they were rumpled and tangled, and now that the heat began
to dissipate from their bodies, they both could feel the
chill creeping into the air.
Ada was the first to move, very slowly. "Hold on, girl
. . . it's coming out," she whispered to Laura as she
gingerly extracted her finger, peeling her body off Laura's.
Laura wanted to grab her and hug her hard and kiss her
passionately, but she knew better, and Ada was holding up
the finger in mid-air, scrutinizing it, as if she could not
believe what her finger had wrought, or imagine, on the
other hand, how she was ever going to disinfect it enough to
satisfy her that it was truly clean.
Laura smiled at her, gratefully, wanting Ada to feel
her gratitude. "The magic finger," she murmured.
"The moving finger," Ada smiled back, still half-
chagrined over what she had done.
Laura knew it would take her a while to get used to it.
"The Moving Finger writes," she said. "And, having writ,
moves on."
"I heard that in school once." Ada smiled ruefully.
"Right now I'm going to move it right into the bathroom and
wash it off. Hope you don't mind."
"I don't mind if you'll come back and cuddle with me
again," Laura purred.
"Promise you'll keep your hands to yourself?"
"No," Laura shook her head.
Ada said nothing until she was rounding the corner into
the bathroom. "I'll be right back. Don't move."
Laura didn't. She didn't want to move. Her asshole
still throbbed sweetly, and her pussy ached pleasantly in
memory of the convulsions that had just passed through it.
She wanted it to go on forever. But, as things often
happened, while she was thus pleasantly dreaming and
tingling, listening to Ada wash her hands in the bathroom,
she thought: Oh shit, I didn't call Shontay!
I promised her I would call her every night. What time
is it? She glanced at the small clock radio beside the bed.
The red digital numbers read 11:30. Too late. Not only was
it too late to call, but dragging herself out of bed and
putting on her clothes just to go make a phone call would
arouse justifiable suspicions in Ada.
Laura wondered if Shontay had really expected her to
call. I can explain it away, she thought quickly. I was
tired . . . the dinner went on a long time. All true.
Shontay, I was exuberantly fucking in the shower with my old
boss. The thought made Laura giggle, and she smiled at Ada
as Ada now returned from the bathroom with a clean finger.
"You're looking pleased as punch," Ada smiled back,
getting under the covers with her again.
"You would too if you just had a hellacious orgasm
caused by your favorite ex-boss," Laura grinned.
"Don't tell me you do this with the other ones too,"
Ada deadpanned.
They lay lazily intertwined together and slept. It was
the only time Laura had ever slept in the same bed with Ada,
and she found that in addition to her occasionally repellent
voice, Ada had a pronounced and vigorous snore that filled
the small room with a snorting, fluting grand opera of
adenoidal melody. It was so startlingly funny and touching
to watch this lovely woman, this voluptuous love goddess who
didn't know her own beauty or strong physical appeal, lying
in peaceful repose and filling the air with impossibly
vulgar noises.
Instead of repelling Laura, it had the opposite effect.
She was touched by Ada's pure innocence, and her loveliness,
especially the way she was sunk in total oblivion, pristine,
almost angelic, a gorgeous black angel, but cawing and
gurgling obscenely. Ada slept, and snored, and Laura soon
grew used to it and drifted off too, pressing her cheek
against Ada's bare, warm shoulder.
In the morning, she awoke with her breasts pressed to
Ada's back, feeling alarmingly horny for someone who had
satisfied her urges fully last night on this woman's
beautiful flesh. It's never enough, is it? she marveled,
kissing the smooth dark skin, letting her hand slip under
Ada's arm and reach around to grasp one large, firm breast.
She scissored the huge, soft nipple gently between two
fingers.
Ada came slowly awake. She yawned and looked down at
Laura's white hand cupping her dark breast.
"I love the way your skin looks against mine," she said
drowsily. "But I think you're oversexed, Laura." Smiling
to take the edge off the accusation, she twisted around to
face Laura, then reached out and took Laura's hand and put
it back where it had been before, on her naked breast.
"I'll give you about three years to stop it."
Laura leaned forward and kissed the deep cleavage
between Ada's magnificent, out-thrusting breasts, rubbing
her thumbs lightly over the large, bulbous, puffy nipples
she had really not had her fill of last night. Ada probably
did not realize that these wonderful big puffers of hers
were rare, and wildly desirable.
"I want you," Laura murmured.
"Again?"
Laura nodded. "I want to suck your big puffy nipples."
Ada smirked, playing the seasoned temptress now. "I
thought you'd never get around to it."
"Mmmm, I wish we could stay in bed all day and not even
go to any of those boring conference meetings," Laura
purred, burying her face again between the large globes and
moving it back and forth, wanting to drown in these
beauties.
"It's only seven-thirty," Ada yawned again. "The
keynote speech doesn't start until nine. I think we can
afford a few minutes."
"I don't want to take a few minutes," Laura sighed,
cradling both firm chocolate balls in her palms and
beginning to flick Ada's huge, swollen nipples with the tip
of her tongue. "I want to take forever."
Ada's face reflected the acute pleasure that had
suddenly flooded her body. "If you do that, you can keep
doing it forever, as far as I'm concerned," she gasped, her
breath coming faster.
"Oh, you like that, eh?" Laura teased. "You like me to
lick your nipples."
"I like everything you do to me, Laura," Ada said, in a
voice that started out solemn but then began to curdle and
keen upward into her trademark twang as Laura's flicking
tongue became even more active and peppery on one of her
thick, gleaming black bulbs. "Ohnnnn!"
"I want to suck."
"Yes!"
Laura had known only a few women-she herself was one of
them-who could actually come just from having their nipples
sucked. She had discovered from the first that Ada's were
extraordinarily sensitive, and the last time they were
together Ada had climaxed, surprising them both, when Laura
was sucking one. With this in mind, Laura moved slowly,
partly to allow herself to enjoy every microsecond of this,
and partly to prevent Ada from coming too quickly, spoiling
it for both of them.
She held one of Ada's large breasts in both hands and
ran her tongue all around the edge of Ada's bulging nipple,
licking the black satin areola, narrowing the circle with
the tip of her tongue until it reached the springy center
nub. Glancing up, she saw that Ada was watching, with a
frown of anticipation on her face, watching Laura's tongue
curl around her protruding nipple, watching, then gasping,
as Laura guided the whole large bulb between her lips and
began to suck it.
"Unhhh! Oh . . . oh Jesus . . . oh yes Laura!" she
gasped.
But Laura sucked it gently, not hard, not wanting to
move too fast. She caressed the soft, plump bud with her
tongue inside her mouth, then let it slip out, all wet with
her saliva, glistening and pointed, so she could pinch it
gently in her fingers while sliding her mouth over to the
other one. Ada rolled over almost onto her back to give
Laura better access, and Laura scooped up her other breast,
again teasing and tormenting Ada's huge, soft nipple with
her tongue, amazed at how it stood up a good inch off the
firm round surface of her breast.
She stabbed it with her tongue, still rolling the other
one between her thumb and forefinger, pinching it harder
every few seconds, watching Ada's eyes roll up.
"I love your big puffy nipples," she purred to Ada. "I
want to swallow them . . . I want to drive you crazy."
"Unhhhh!" Ada panted, tossing her head, her body
quivering. "You're doing it, Laura! Oh!"
Laura knew Ada was going to come. She could see it in
her eyes but didn't want to mention it in advance, to spoil
it, to make it seem necessary, therefore harder to achieve.
She knew it was going to flow naturally from what they were
doing, and she sucked Ada's second nipple into her mouth,
knowing that she had the power to bring Ada along until they
reached the point of no return.
"Unhh! Unhhh!" Ada moaned, twisting.
Laura knew it wouldn't be long, either. By now she was
straddling Ada's waist, holding both of Ada's large breasts
in her hands and moving her mouth from one wet nipple to the
other. Both of Ada's nipples were now as hard, pointed, and
erect as they could be, and Ada was becoming more
uncontrollable, writhing and whimpering, her eyes glazed by
sexual fires, beseeching Laura as she moaned and twisted.
Laura began to suck them harder. It was partly
strategy and partly wild sexual hunger, and she began to let
Ada's nipple slide out of her mouth, catching it with her
teeth, threatening a sexy bite, clamping a little, then
sucking it hard again before turning to the other one and
repeating this. Ada yelped and began to hammer her elbows
on the mattress, whooping and gyrating her hips in frantic,
futile fuck-motions.
"Oh god . . . oh god Laura ungghhh! Oh . . . please!"
"Oh baby . . . you're going to come."
"Oh yes! Ungghhh! Yes . . . like that!"
"Like this?"
"Auunggghh! Oh yes. Unghh! Unghh!"
Laura was tempted to reach one hand down into the soupy
cauldron of Ada's pussy, but she wanted Ada to come this
way, without any other help. Feeling it was close, she
sucked one fat, hard nipple deep into her mouth and began
drawing sharply on it, throat-sucking it, pinching it
against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, turning her
head back and forth, sucking it harder than she had yet
sucked either one.
Ada began to groan, but then her groan stopped in mid-
air, strangled by a gargled sob deep in her chest. She
stiffened briefly, twitched, and began to come in a huge
eruption.
"Auunnngghmnngggiieieee!" she cried, wincing and
shuddering, her body lifting itself off the bed and
quivering before falling back into sharp convulsions.
"Ungghhmmnggiieee! Oh Laur-"
"Yes, yes honey, do it, go for it," Laura smiled,
releasing her wet, shiny, wrinkled nipple and quickly
sucking the other one into her mouth, giving it the same
treatment.
"Oh! Ohnnnnn!" Ada cried, her voice now ascending,
winding up, piercing the air like a siren, making Laura fear
that the conference attendees, gathering in the meeting
rooms a hundred yards away, would overhear this fiercely
exciting orgy they were having.
"Are you going to come again?"
Ada's eyes were red-streaked, watering, stricken,
shocked in disbelief. "Yes!"
This time Laura dropped her hand to the gooey crack of
Ada's large, meaty pussy, all warm and runny with more
nectars than she had ever felt there. Having her breasts
sucked made Ada's pussy flow and throb, and she immediately
began churning her hips, forcing her slippery cunt up into
Laura's hand. She was rising to another orgasm, and this
time it took only seconds.
"Auungghhh!" she groaned, her voice pealing into the
room like an air horn. "OH GOD! AUUNNGHHH!"
This orgasm seemed every bit as powerful as the first
but totally different since she did not strain or shudder
but instead lay twitching and moaning under Laura as it
spread throughout her body, leaving her stunned and
paralyzed in the grip of intense sexual waves that surged
and receded until it was over. Laura's fingers were bathed
in sweet, warm cunt slime, but she left them where they
were, not moving any part of her body while she let Ada ride
out the full force of this second orgasm, kissing her
rolling breasts, smiling up at her, feeling her own heart
bloom as she watched the seizure of complete and utter
rapture that contorted Ada's beautiful face.
After several minutes, Ada blinked at her, still
stunned by the impact. "You . . . rapist," she said,
hoarsely, grinning.
"I am not," Laura demurred. "I just sucked your
nipples. Looks like they're both orgasm nipples. You went
up like a grenade."
Ada raised her fingers to her damp, black nipples,
which were only now losing their erect, pointed form,
softening again. She brushed them wonderingly.
"Nobody but you could ever do that," she said, shaking
her head. She paused, looking at Laura meaningfully. "Now
you know why I had to leave."
Laura did know, but she denied it. "No, I don't. You
like me to do that."
Ada nodded. "Too much."
She pulled Laura down on top of her, and they kissed
warmly. For the next half hour they made love with perhaps
more emotional, as opposed to physical, intensity than they
had ever done, and when they finally had to stop, Laura felt
that paradoxically their relationship had been raised to a
new level. The issues surrounding Ada's departure, and her
fear of giving in to their mutual passion, seem to have been
transcended by an unspoken understanding.
"Can we always be friends?" Laura asked, sticking her
tongue in Ada's ear.
"We're more than friends," Ada said, sounding as if she
were almost reluctant to admit it. "Much more."
"Can I come and visit you in Dallas? I have to come
there once in a while anyway, you know, on business."
By now they were both almost dressed. Laura was
hurrying so that should could drop back by her own room and
wash up and change into something fresh, while Ada was ready
for the meeting. They stood by the door of Ada's room,
unwilling to leave it after the events of last night and
this morning. God, I can even smell the sex in here, Laura
thought. The maids will have lots to gossip about.
Ada grinned and kissed her. "You better not wait
until then," she whispered. "You little white rat. What
about tonight?"
"My room this time?" Laura smirked happily. "I mean,
let's keep the housekeeping maids guessing, okay?"
Ada shook her head in chagrin. "I only hope I can wait
until tonight."
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