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     Chapter 251
     
     
     
     Dawn did not call Laura back until the end of the week.
Worse, Laura was not home when she called, and it was late
in the evening when she picked up Dawn's voice mail message.
(She had been both happily and desperately screwing with
Shavon, trying to forget that Dawn had not called.)
     
     "Laura . . ."  There was a long pause.  Laura was
frantic for her to continue.  "Laura . . . I love you so
much."  Laura nearly fainted of happiness.  Her heart
fluttered violently.  "Just hearing your voice, god, it made
me say that."  Another long pause.  "I can't really talk
now.  I'm at school, using a pay phone.  Real noisy.  Hear
it?"  Laura could hear a lot of racket in the background.
"Look, I'm sorry I didn't call you back.  It just . . .
never worked out.  He was there.  Or I was rushing off to
school . . . or work.  You know.  Anyway . . . oh Laura.
You know, it isn't just sex . . . but sometimes I just go
all wet when I hear your voice.  If you get a blank message
once in a while, it's just me, calling up to hear you say
`Hi, this is Laura.  Leave a message and I'll call you back
soon.'"  Another long pause during which Laura could hear
more racket.  "I just get a little happy hearing it.  I . .
. love you, Laura.  I'll call again.  Maybe tomorrow night."
     
     Laura was stunned, glowing all over with happiness.  In
Shavon's bed she had had three stirring orgasms, but somehow
that already seemed like a month ago to her.  Dawn's voice
was sweet, almost angelic, hesitant, shy, but also direct,
and it had the power to make Laura shimmer outside and
inside with raw, piercing joy.  She wanted to wait by the
phone now, forever if necessary, just to be there when Dawn
called back-even though it might be days.
     
     And alas, it did take days.  She still had to go to
work, and take care of other routine matters, like eating,
sleeping, balancing her other intriguing love affairs.  She
was still sleeping with Randi, and of course Shontay, and
since she ran into both of them daily at work, it took a
balancing act extraordinaire to keep her emotions steadily
on the beam, especially when she was actually mooning around
about Dawn, and also feeling warm little twinges of erotic
happiness in the back of her mind when she remembered her
afternoon with Deshona.
     
     I am a terrible slut, she told herself over and over,
but I couldn't give up any of them.
     
     The morning after Rhonda had given her the address for
the strap-on, she ordered one for herself.  She was
overwhelmed by the variety of choices but quickly found the
ridged dong that Rhonda had bought.  It happened to be part
of an elaborate line of Vac-U-Lockr items that had a
special, patented device to lock the dildo into the harness
so it wouldn't slip or fall off.  While browsing, Laura also
came across an irresistible attachment called the Double
Penetrator.  This was comprised of two cock-shaped dildos
linked together at the base, both pointing forward, clearly
one for the pussy and the other for the ass.  The one for
the pussy was fat and thick, and looked to be about seven or
eight inches long, while the other one was even longer,
though thinner, with a more pronounced curve.  They even had
one that vibrated with the aid of a hand-held transformer,
but Laura felt slightly sick at her stomach as she
contemplated it.  That might be a little more `electricity'
than she wanted.  I can supply enough vibration on my own,
she thought.
     
     She promptly bought both the one with the convex ridges
and the Double Penetrator, feeling almost dizzy with sexual
anticipation as she typed her credit card number into the
form.
     
     Of course, the package took days to arrive, but each
day when Laura got home she felt butterflies in her stomach
as she looked in the mailbox.  It finally arrived on the day
that Dawn finally called.  In fact, Laura was opening the
box when the phone rang.  She was so annoyed to be
interrupted that she snapped into the phone.
     
     "Yes?"
     
     "Laura?"
     
     Oh god, yes!  She dropped the box onto the sofa and
grabbed the receiver with both hands.  "Dawn!  Oh god, it's
you!"
     
     "Thought maybe you'd forget what my voice sounded
like."
     
     "I never could.  God, honey, I miss you."
     
     Dawn sounded shy and distant.  "I miss you too.  I'm
sorry it took me so long to call."
     
     "It's okay, it's okay.  Anything . . . just to hear
your voice.  Tell me, where are you?  Can you come over?
Can I pick you up somewhere?"
     
     Dawn dissolved into laughter.  There was no background
noise this time to obscure her voice.  "Gosh, Laura, it
sounds like you're eager to see me."
     
     "Eager isn't the word."
     
     Dawn played coy.  "Sure you don't just want my little
black kitty?"
     
     Laura played back.  "What if I do?  Does that mean you
won't come over?"
     
     Dawn didn't speak.  Was she thinking about it?
"Sometimes I dream of you kissing it."
     
     Laura breathed into the phone receiver.  "My specialty
is making dreams come true."
     
     Dawn giggled softly.  "I can't come tonight.  I have a
night class now on Thursdays.  But I think tomorrow is
good."
     
     "Don't you and Robert do anything together on Friday
night?"
     
     "He's going to the ballgame with a buddy."
     
     Laura could feel the same butterflies dancing in her
stomach that had been there when she checked the mail each
afternoon.  She quickly made arrangements to pick up Dawn at
her apartment around five-thirty the following evening.  Her
thoughts and her feelings were in a whirl as she sat down
next to the half-opened box and ran her mind back through
each micro-second of the brief conversation, trying to
remember even the slightest nuance of Dawn's voice, as if
there might be some subtle message she had missed, some new
thrill she could squeeze out of it.
     
     Finally, she finished opening the box and sat for about
ten minutes examining the contents, her brain filled both
with awe and excitement.  There was nothing new about the
harness and the dildo with the sharp, convex ridges, which
was identical to Rhonda's.  But the Double Penetrator made a
hard, lively pulse beat in her throat.  She also felt a
fluttery twinge in her pussy, and her anus clenched
noticeably.
     
     Oh, wow.  She ran her fingertip along the upper cock,
then the lower one.  The temptation, of course, was to use
it on herself immediately, but she resisted it.  Some things
were so good you had to save up for them.  She had not
ordered it with Dawn in mind, but now that they had spoken,
and she could feel the thrilling undercurrent of sexual
electricity that always connected them almost running
through the phone wires, she knew it was better to wait.
Some things were too good not to be shared.
     
     Work, the next day, was very difficult.  She couldn't
keep her mind on her tasks.  It kept returning to Dawn's
playful, then quiet, then serious voice on the phone.
Frankly, Laura could not understand how every man and woman
who met her didn't want to seize the lovely thing, take her
home, chain her to the bed, and screw her constantly.  She
was a dangerous drug to Laura.  This must be the way people
feel about cocaine, she thought.  They just can't get it out
of their minds.  And their bodies crave it.
     
     Mid-morning, however, she got a call from the
receptionist saying there was someone there to see her.
This caused a little wavelet of surprise to flow through
her, enough to momentarily distract her from her longing for
Dawn.  Walking to the lobby, she remembered how Shavon had
once dropped in on her this way.  She wondered if it might
be her again.  They had fucked heatedly only days ago, but
she knew that would not prevent her from dropping by, so why
should it prevent Shavon?
     
     She was, however, shocked to see Taneesha Reynolds,
Deshona's niece, sitting in the lobby, waiting for her,
reading a magazine with the same studied, theatrical
obliviousness she had displayed in Deshona's living room.
     
     "Taneesha . . . what a surprise."
     
     Taneesha stood up, her eyes flickering with a happy,
coquettish mischief.  She tossed her ravishing head of long,
thin braids, making the breath catch in Laura's throat.
This time Deshona was not present, only the receptionist,
who Laura knew well enough to ignore her, and who was busy
taking other calls.  There was no one present to restrain
Laura's scrutiny, and she let herself absorb every inch of
Taneesha.
     
     "My . . . aren't you looking like a magazine model
yourself," she said, admiringly.
     
     Taneesha was wearing a white leather skirt that was
even shorter than the one she had been wearing when Laura
first met her.  This had the effect of making the skin of
her bare, shapely legs look even sleeker and blacker than it
actually was.   The effect, to Laura, was stunning.  She
also wore a bright orange sleeveless top that looked
striking under her long, wavy braids and showed off her long
arms, just as shapely as her legs.  Altogether, Laura
thought, eye candy.
     
     "How did you get way up here?"
     
     "Drove.  Auntie let me use her Mercedes while she's
away, remember?"
     
     "What about your mother?  I thought she was flying in?"
     
     Taneesha made a face.  "She's afraid to drive up to San
Francisco.  Heard terrible things about the traffic.  She's
afraid of the hills.  She stayed there, I think she's still
in bed.  She was up late."
     
     "Why don't you come into my office," Laura smiled,
sweetly, impersonally, "so we can talk.  Come over here,
I'll have to get you a temporary security badge."
     
     In Laura's office, Taneesha looked around.  "This is
what I'd like to do.  Have my own office.  Are you the boss?
Do you have people reporting to you?"
     
     "A few."
     
     "I know you have to work and all.  I was, like,  hoping
we could go out to lunch.  You could show me around San
Francisco.  It looks really cool so far . . . I mean, what
I've seen.  Gosh, I was almost attacked by three different
guys just around the corner from here, where I parked."
     
     "I don't wonder," Laura said, letting her eyes linger
on Taneesha's gorgeous body.
     
     She could see nearly five or six inches of the girl's
incredible black velvety thighs.
     
     Taneesha saw her looking.  She smiled, both self-
satisfied and alluringly sexy.  Laura quickly reflected that
Taneesha had heard much if not all of what had gone on
between her and Deshona.  Their eyes caught for a minute,
and this knowledge passed between them.  We both know that
she knows, but I don't know how much she knows, Laura
thought.  Still, it's plenty.
     
     "You know, I'm sorry to say that I have a luncheon
engagement already today," she said in a soft, measured
tone.  "Work-related.  I can't break it.  I wish you would
have called."
     
     Taneesha's eyes flickered almost salaciously, as if she
were saying: `I know you and Auntie were fucking and getting
kinky as hell, you know.  You aren't fooling me.  It was
worth it coming here just to see you squirm and want to do
me too.'
     
     "Maybe tonight, then," she said, softly, lowering her
eyelids, giving Laura a devastating, unmistakable invitation
with her eyes.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Actually, I have a date."
     
     She realized that her head perked up and she smiled, as
she said it, thinking of Dawn.  It was impossible to conceal
her wild, palpitating happiness at the thought.  Taneesha
could see this.  She looked troubled and slightly deflated
that anyone could this easily resist her charms.
     
     "Oh," she said, shoulders drooping, disconsolate.
     
     Laura rushed to cover her own step back.  "When are you
leaving?  I mean, how long are you staying?"
     
     Taneesha shrugged, having given up the game already.
If Laura wouldn't fall for her on the first round, why
should she care about a second round?
     
     "Next Monday.  We got a cheaper flight by staying
through the weekend."
     
     "Tell you what.  Why don't you just catch CalTrain up
here tomorrow and meet me for lunch.  I'll pick you up at
the station.  Just call me . . . here."  She scribbled her
home phone number on the back of a business card.  "And I'll
show you the town."
     
     "I can drive.  It's Auntie's car.  Just tell me where
you live."
     
     "I'm . . .  moving," Laura lied quickly.  She didn't
know exactly why.  "I'll be over at the new place . . . back
and forth.  You probably won't be able to catch me."
     
     "Oh."  Taneesha smiled warmly, provocatively again, as
if to remind Laura that she had earlier sent several sexual
messages Laura's way.  "So . . . where are you sleeping?
The old place or the new place?"
     
     "I  . . . don't know yet.  It's sort of . . . day to
day."
     
     "What if I wanted to stay over?" Taneesha said, boldly,
testing Laura.
     
     Laura cleared her throat.  "Oh . . . I think we could
figure out a way."
     
     She ushered Taneesha back down to the lobby, unable, at
discreet intervals, to keep her eyes from roaming up and own
the girl's lovely young body.  She noticed, this time as
before, that Taneesha seemed to have no breasts, or very
small ones anyway, but the rest of her was indeed
marvelously, compactly built.
     
     She smiled broadly-almost as if she were Taneesha's
`Auntie' herself-with a beaming, familial indulgence at the
girl as she watched her out of the building and was sure she
was gone.  She had lied about lunch too, but playing cat-and-
mouse with Deshona's ravishing niece over lunch while she
was trying to gather herself together for a night of heaven
with Dawn seemed just too much.  I would die to get between
those wonderful thighs of hers, though, Laura thought.
     
     During the afternoon, she also reflected on why she had
made up the lie about moving.  Simple, it came to her.  I
don't trust her.  She seems a little vacuous, but also a
little devious.  Coming back from the mall like that, for
example, without making any noise.  That was spying, pure
and simple.  She wanted to eavesdrop on us, and boy, did she
get an earful.  If I gave her my address, I can just see her
showing up right when I'm bringing Dawn back.  God, it'll be
risky enough just knowing Shontay might have dropped by to
see her folks.
     
     These ideas were enough to make her nearly sick to her
stomach with petty anxiety, and yet she managed to push them
aside and threw herself back into her work until five
o'clock arrived.  She picked up Dawn promptly at five-
thirty.  It had been a warm day, and Dawn was wearing cutoff
jeans shorts and an old navy blue sweatshirt that had also
been cutoff like a midriff blouse, exposing her stomach and
lower back.  Laura, who could barely stand to look at her
when clothed without dissolving into a hot, jellified mass
of helpless lechery, had to grip the wheel of her car hard
just to get them safely to her apartment.
     
     "How can you dress like that?" she could not help
asking.
     
     "What . . . you don't like it?  I thought you'd love
this.  You said you love my skin."
     
     "I do.  It makes me want to . . . eat you alive.  It
makes me want to do everything to you."
     
     Dawn grinned, looking out the window of the car, then
looking at Laura's eyes on her bare legs.  She twisted them
sexily.
     
     "I guess you got your answer," she smirked playfully at
Laura.
     
     They ran into the Gibsons as they were entering the
building.  Again Laura was stricken by her fear that Shontay
might be dropping by just as she was entering her apartment
building with someone else.  The fact that Dawn was dressed
like a sexy teenager, more of her delicious black skin
exposed than concealed, could only provoke suspicion, at
least from Shontay, but the Gibsons seemed to have become
resigned to Laura and her friends.  They merely nodded and
smiled with transparent neighborly boredom.
     
     From Laura's point of view, however, the fact that they
were going in instead of going out was very disturbing.
Dawn recognized Laura's distress since this had also
happened to them the first time.
     
     "We'll just keep an eye out for them to leave," she
said gently to Laura as they went into Laura's apartment.
     
     Laura smiled grimly.  "I think they always go out to
dinner.  Or nearly always."
     
     She prayed they would go out tonight.  With the door
closed and double-locked behind them, she and Dawn were
finally alone.  I've dreamed of this moment, Laura thought,
taking a moment just to drink in Dawn's presence, her fresh,
artless beauty.
     
     Dawn's black eyes were glowing as Laura brushed her
silky cheek with the backs of her knuckles.
     
     "You are so gorgeous," Laura whispered.
     
     "You know, I've known lots of dudes who wanted to screw
me, but I never knew anyone who looked at me like you do."
     
     "Oh god . . . it's so obvious," Laura said, in shame.
"I'm so sorry."
     
     Slowly, Dawn took Laura's hand, which was lingering,
caressing her cheek, and drew it down, under the fringe of
the cutoff sweatshirt, placing Laura's palm flat against the
warm skin and hard muscles of her stomach.
     
     "I know you been dying to do this," she whispered.
     
     Laura could feel the smooth muscles of Dawn's stomach
imperceptibly rippling under the skin of her palm, as if in
response to her touch.  Dawn was excited too, she realized.
She's as excited as I am.  I don't know how we can possibly
wait until the Gibsons leave.  If they do.
     
     Their faces moved closer, so that Dawn's sweet, natural
fragrance filled Laura's nostrils, and Dawn's sensual lips
were only an inch or so from hers.
     
     "How long has it been since I kissed you?" Laura
whispered.
     
     "Seems like forever to me," Dawn breathed.  "You gonna
do it?"
     
     "I think if I kiss you, I may not stop."
     
     "Maybe we should do it over by the window . . . so we
can watch and see when they leave."
     
     "Good idea."
     
     They stood next to the window, looking down beyond the
awning which led up the lobby door, hoping to catch a
glimpse of the Gibsons as they left for dinner.
     
     "May I put this back where it was?" Laura asked softly,
placing her palm flat against Dawn's smooth, muscular
midriff.
     
     Dawn nodded slowly, her eyes now burning into Laura's.
"You can put your hand anywhere you want."
     
     Knowing they had to wait a few minutes to see if the
Gibsons would obligingly leave, they were in no hurry and
simply enjoyed being together again, whispering, caressing,
their mouths slowly moving closer and closer, until Laura
could extend her tongue and touch Dawn's full lower lip with
it.  She ran it back and forth until the tip of Dawn's
tongue emerged, and she playfully flicked Laura's with it.
     
     Laura's hand could feel under her palm the smooth
muscles of Dawn's midriff flexing with sexual excitement,
and feel the ooze of nectars inside her own gently throbbing
pussy.  Their mouths seemed finally to flow and curve
together without it being possible to tell when they were
apart and when they met, their lips smoothly melding, their
tongues coiling.  All the yearning they had been feeling for
each other for days and weeks poured into this kiss by the
window, a long, emotionally expressive kiss, not urgent at
all, but slow and thorough and very deep.
     
     Their mouths came apart, and Dawn panted softly against
Laura's cheek.  Laura could feel the wispy, soft filaments
of Dawn's hair against her forehead.
     
     "I hope they get going . . ." Dawn panted.  "I don't
think I can wait."
     
     Laura knew she couldn't wait either.  Her body was
tense with desire for this lovely girl.  She slid her hand
around Dawn's waist to her back, then up under the
sweatshirt.
     
     "I can't wait either."
     
     "I never get this feeling with him," Dawn said, lifting
the lower edge of the sweatshirt to help Laura, whose hands
on Dawn's back had risen to her bra clasp.
     
     "Come over here to the sofa."
     
     "We won't be able to see if they leave," Dawn panted,
her eyes now murky and swirling with hot sex need.
     
     Laura pulled Dawn down with her on the white sofa,
momentarily in awe of the beauty of Dawn's deeply black skin
against the white fabric.  She ran her hands all over Dawn's
bare, shapely legs.
     
     "What if they're up there fucking?" she smiled,
nibbling at Dawn's jaw.  "You know . . . grabbing a quick
one before dinner . . . like we are."
     
     Dawn giggled.  "You're evil, Laura.  Those two old
things.  You think they . . . do it?"
     
     "Of course they do."  She nuzzled Dawn's neck.  "He
pulls up her shirt, like this.  He kisses her between the
boobs, like this.  Only hers couldn't possibly compare with
these.  Oh god, I love your body."
     
     She got the bra clasp loose, but as before, Dawn
wouldn't let her proceed without taking off some clothes
too.  She sat up forcibly, pushing Laura back into the
cushions, smiling.  Her luscious, round black breasts were
swaying under the loose cups of her bra, and Laura could not
keep her eyes off them.
     
     "Wait a minute, girl.  You better be taking off that
fancy-ass frilly blouse before I rip it in a hurry to get to
you, too."
     
     Laura grinned at her and began unbuttoning it.
     
     "That's better," Dawn beamed, slowly letting her loose
bra straps slide down her arms.
     
     They had both forgotten the Gibsons.  Dawn, who was
barely clothed anyway, was quickly out of her shorts and
panties, while Laura hurriedly undressed and flung her
clothes over the top of the sofa onto the floor.  Now naked,
she again pushed Dawn back into the corner formed by the
big, pillowy sofa cushions, letting every inch possible of
their warm, naked bodies touch.
     
     She kissed Dawn's ear and nipped her earlobe.  "Right
now he's doing this to her up there," she breathed.  "He's
sticking his tongue in old Mrs. Gibson's ear like this . . .
and saying `Oh dearie, I'm going to fuck you . . . are you
getting hot for Daddy?'"
     
     Dawn giggled and panted.  "You bad, girl."
     
     She twisted, embracing Laura, pushing her breasts
against Laura's.  Laura raised her hands between their
bodies, filling each one with one of Dawn's large, firm
breasts, feeling Dawn's slightly puffed nipples rasp against
the sensitive skin of her palms.  Dawn's eyes were
throbbing, worshipful, never leaving Laura's except when
Laura, unable to stop herself, was devouring the girl's
delicious black neck, or her gleaming bare shoulders.
     
     "And she's saying to him `Daddy . . . you better go
take your Viagra now, you better take it, you're getting me
too hot, I'm not going to be able to wait,'" Laura purred,
now kissing the valley between Dawn's breasts that she had
eagerly kissed only moments ago before Dawn's bra came off,
but this time holding both of Dawn's naked breasts in her
hands, squeezing them excitedly, kissing the girl's smooth
black skin rapturously.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . you're getting me . . . more excited
than she is," Dawn panted, now giggling less, more and more
aroused.
     
     Laura was all over her, as if she hadn't had sex for
weeks, drinking her, running her hands all over Dawn's
wonderful, smooth, squirming body, now sucking her thick
black nipples rapaciously, with almost maniacal hunger that
made Dawn whimper and moan softly.
     
     "Daddy . . . get your Viagra," Laura teased her softly,
now almost beside herself with hot lust too for this
delicious girl.  "Get your Viagra, Daddy.  I'm getting so
hot."
     
     "Oh god . . . Laura!" Dawn gasped as Laura sucked one
of her wet, shiny, erect nipples perhaps momentarily too
hard.
     
     Still holding Dawn's rubbery, throbbing nipple in her
mouth, clamping it lovingly between her upper teeth and her
tongue, Laura looked up, concerned.  "Am I doing it too
hard?  I just want to swallow them."
     
     Dawn shook her head, her black eyes shiny and glassy.
"Go ahead and swallow."
     
     Laura smiled and sucked the plump, wet nipple back into
her mouth.
     
     "Ohhhhhh!"
     
     "He's sucking her nipples now . . . like this, saying
`Mama, you have the prettiest titties . . . I don't even
know if I need my Viagra tonight . . . I got a pretty stiff
woody going already.'"
     
     In spite of herself, Dawn laughed.  "I could use his
woody if you don't get to it quick," she panted, caressing
Laura's forehead with her fingertips as Laura continued to
almost inhale her nipples.
     
     Laura was already half way down her fantastic stomach,
remembering as she kissed the firm, silky muscles how she
had rubbed her pussy into paradise against them.
     
     "Oh . . . what's this?  Hair?"
     
     She smiled up at Dawn just as her chin brushed against
Dawn's soft bush.
     
     "You said you wanted to push your nose into it," Dawn
reminded her, smiling down, looking over the beautiful
mounds of her breasts at Laura.
     
     "Oh god, I do.  Did you do this just for me?"
     
     Dawn nodded.
     
     "What did Robert say?"
     
     Dawn smirked.  "I told him to take a hike if he didn't
like it."
     
     Laura tried to ignore all the implications of this as
she did indeed push her nose into the fragrant, soft black
hair of Dawn's pubic patch, nuzzling it happily.  She did it
for me!  Just for me!  Somehow this made her lust, already
at a high pitch, rise to a nearly unbearable but at the same
time sweetly intense level.  She wanted to enfold Dawn and
kiss her rapturously but at the same time fuck her in a
wild, devouring fury of passion.
     
     But she deviated briefly back into the game.
     
     "Now he's saying `Mama . . . you have the prettiest
pussy too . . . wow, it looks like the pussy of a twenty-
year-old girl . . . oh Mama I want this lovely hot wet pussy
. . .'"
     
     "Oh yes!" Dawn gasped, her characteristic little amused
smile dancing at the corners of her mouth.  But her eyes
rolled up a little as Laura slid two fingers into the soupy
wet slit of her cunt.  "Unhhhhhh!"
     
     At the same time, she was so aroused that she could not
keep still and was writhing in the white cushions, uptilting
her pelvis to give Laura more easy access, her sleek, glossy
thighs yawning open.  The inside of her pussy was glistening
and ruby-red, the raw, wet flesh clinging to Laura's fingers
as she gently probed it, lowering her tongue to Dawn's small
clit, only half-emerged even now from its beautifully-
shaped, blackish/purplish hood, which Laura stabbed
excitedly with her tongue, making Dawn mewl and quiver.
     
     "Unnhhhh . . . unhhh!  Oh!  Oh . . . Laura!"
     
     "And he says `Mama, I'm gonna suck this pretty little
clit of yours and jam my woody into your sweet black pussy,
Mama'."
     
     "Oh yes!" Dawn gasped.
     
     Now she was churning her hips forward, and arching her
back, her sleek body tense and stiff with need, her breath
gurgling in her throat, her hands racing over her breasts,
squeezing them spasmodically, twisting her nipples.  And
Dawn's frantic arousal spurred Laura on, fueling the fires
of her own sexual excitement.  She fingerfucked her slowly,
kissing the damp, taut, smooth skin of Dawn's inner thighs,
inching her lips closer to the swollen outer lips of Dawn's
gaping cunt, flicking them with the tip of her tongue,
causing sharp whimpering and helpless shudders as Dawn
nearly went wild, dying to feel Laura's mouth finally on her
flowing hot pussy.
     
     "`Oh Mama . . . I love this pussy,'" Laura panted.
     
     "Oh god, Laura . . . please!" Dawn whimpered, twisting,
her eyes reddened and flaming, looking down her undulating
body at Laura, begging her.  "Please!  Yes!"
     
     "Oh Dawn, I love you!"
     
     "Unhhhh!"  Dawn's luscious, twisting body froze as she
suddenly felt Laura's lips touch her splayed, oozing pussy
for the first time.  "Ohhnn! Yes!"
     
     She began to pump her hips rapidly, so vigorously that
Laura had to quickly wrap her arms around her thighs in
order to hold her steady, to slow her down.
     
     "Easy, baby . . . easy," she purred.  "Daddy's going to
make you go up in flames."
     
     Dawn threw her head back, arching her body, quivering,
straining to release the sharp climax they both knew was
only seconds away.  Laura, as usual, wanted to spend hours
licking and sucking the fragrant, glistening juice slit
between Dawn's flexing, silky black thighs, but Dawn was
delirious from her own sex need, writhing, gasping, mewling
deep in her chest, totally uncontrollable.  At first Laura
had removed her fingers in order to slide her tongue back
into Dawn's hot pussy in their place, but the way Dawn was
bucking her hips now made tonguing her tangy furrow
impossible; Laura slid two fingers back up into the greasy
pit, then kissed the shiny little hood concealing the girl's
clit.
     
     Dawn went wild.  "Unmhhh!  Onngghhh!  Yes . . . yes now
yes . . . now now!  Please . . . Laura!  Ungghhh!   Laur-"
     
     With Dawn's clit firmly between her lips-in fact, she
took the whole upper and outer portion of Dawn's flooding
cunt into her mouth-she felt Dawn's whole body clench and
shudder in a fierce eruption.  It was completely silent at
first, since the breath was caught deep in her lungs, but
Laura knew a piercing scream was about to escape.
     
     She reached up with one hand, gently covering Dawn's
mouth with her palm just as the helpless cries began to
escape.
     
     "Auunggghhhmmmmpphhfffff!" Dawn groaned and grunted
into Laura's palm.  "Mmmmnggiieemmpphhhh!  Ungghhmmpphh!"
     
     But even though her cries were muffled, her lovely hard
body flipped and levitated off the sofa, straining and
shuddering as she came.  God, it's like I'm trying to kill
her or something, Laura realized, as she became aware of the
way Dawn was undulating and whimpering and shaking, as if
she were being throttled by Laura, whereas in fact she was
only quivering with bliss as the last jolting waves of a
thrilling orgasm passed through her body.
     
     Finally, the crisis subsided, and Dawn's body went
limp, though her gasping remained loud and rapid as Laura
slowly drew her palm away from the girl's lips.  But she
herself was not finished.  She had not come, and the sight
of Dawn's limp, beautiful naked black body sunk in the huge
white sofa cushions where she had just had a scorching
climax, coupled with the sublime expression of waning
ecstasy on Dawn's lovely face, was impossible for Laura to
resist.  It took a simple movement for her to straddle
Dawn's waist with her thighs.
     
     I've got to do it again, she thought.  I can't stop
myself.
     
     Her own pussy was open and throbbing, and she reached
down with both hands, spreading the inner lips open even
wider, feeling the wet gooey mess of hair and flesh as she
pulled the seam further apart and pushed the slick interior
into the hard, rippling, smooth muscles of Dawn's stomach.
Until this instant, Dawn had not known what Laura was doing
exactly, but the instant she felt Laura's warm, wet cunt
lips pressing against her skin, a shock of recognition
passed through her glazed, reddened eyes.
     
     She nodded at Laura.  "Yes . . . do it, Laura."
     
     Laura was already doing it.  The hot need she felt was
extreme, filling her body with sharp sexual tension and mad
desire for this girl's wonderful firm flesh.  She moved her
pussy up and down on Dawn's stomach-since Dawn was propped
in the corner of the sofa in a half-sitting position-holding
herself steady by placing her hands on Dawn's bare
shoulders.
     
     "Ahhhhh!  Unhhhh!" she gasped, her body quivering
already with forewarnings of the major climax that was
approaching.
     
     "Yes, Laura . . . yes!" Dawn gasped, first reaching up
Laura's body to clutch her small, swaying, swirling breasts,
then dropping her hands to Laura's hips as she realized how
close to the final explosion Laura actually was.
     
      To Laura, it was almost a mystical union she felt,
approaching the shocking, almost paralyzing sensations she
sometimes felt when pressing her pussy against that of
another beautiful woman, feeling the juices and nerve
impulses flow between them as if the circuit were finally
closed.  This time she could feel the smooth ridges of
Dawn's firm abdominal muscles pressing into the tender, wet
flesh of her own splayed pussy.  She could feel the nub of
her erect clit slide over a smooth slope of muscle, and she
could even feel Dawn contract the muscle, and feel the waves
of hot, wildly stirring sensations pour through her cunt.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god . . . I want it to last!" she
gasped, reeling from a delirious happiness and a gripping
sexual mania that soon had her grinding her cunt into Dawn's
smooth, rippling flesh, groaning and then coming in under a
minute.
     
     "Oh yes . . . Laura, hold on, baby, hold on!" Dawn
panted to her, grabbing Laura's hips as she had done the
first time, pulling Laura's groin into her body, pushing her
stomach up into Laura's throbbing pussy.
     
     "Auunngghhhh!" Laura suddenly howled, a fierce,
shocking cry that came out of her chest without warning,
ripping into the room with startling force.
     
     And even though a heavenly orgasm was suddenly flooding
her body, pitching her forward into Dawn, almost cleaving
her flesh with a sword of sweet sexual fire, she could hear
her loud howl and quickly buried her face in the crease of
the sofa pillows where they came together in the corner,
above Dawn's head.  There she whimpered and moaned, her body
twitching, her wet pussy still pressed against Dawn's hard
stomach, moving up and down, while Dawn's mouth chased and
caught her nipples, sucking them hungrily, and Dawn's
fervent, passionate fingers slid up and down her back,
pulling her closer until the strongest spasms began to
dissipate.
     
     A couple of minutes passed before they both began to
giggle softly, both realizing at the same moment how
ridiculous and absurd they must seem, slumped in a gasping
heap here in the corner of the sofa, still clinging
together, having shared a messy, tumultuous, and thrilling
sexual union.  Laura slowly, very reluctantly, pulled
herself up, swishing her naked breasts playfully in Dawn's
face.
     
     "You better hope they left, girl, because you let out a
killer howl, you know," Dawn smiled, raising both hands to
Laura's breasts and cradling them lovingly.
     
     Laura kissed her forehead.  "Let me go see."
     
     "How can you tell?"
     
     "I know where they park their car . . . usually."
     
     Dawn got up off the sofa and joined her at the window.
Across the street, and about ten yards down from a big
sycamore tree that grew on the corner, Laura saw their old
brown Mercedes.  Oh shit, she thought.  They didn't go.
They're still up there.
     
     Dawn saw her visibly slump.  "Still up there, eh?"  She
tickled Laura in the ribs.  "They must be doing what you
said.  Only he popped his Viagra after all, and they're
going to town."  She licked Laura's earlobe with the tip of
her tongue.  "Oh . . . fuck me, Daddy!"
     
     This, even though they had both climaxed only moments
earlier, aroused Laura again, and immediately.  She turned
to Dawn, smiling sadly, and propped both arms on Dawn's
shoulders, since she was slightly taller than Dawn, brushing
her naked breasts against Dawn's large, firm melons.
     
     "I was just about ready to drag you in the bedroom and
have my way with you," she murmured against Dawn's smooth,
dark cheek.  "Again."
     
     Dawn grew sultry and sensual too.  "I don't think you
have to drag me."
     
     Laura shrugged.  "Maybe we ought to wait.  Maybe
they'll finish doing it and go out after all."
     
     Dawn shrugged too.  She sat back down on the sofa while
Laura briefly went to the bathroom.  When she returned, she
saw Dawn holding in her lap the box that contained the strap-
on, looking curiously through the contents.  Oh my god, I
left it out! she realized.  I meant to hide it!
     
     Or did I? she wondered.  She was well aware of the
possibility that she may have wanted Dawn to find it.
Dawn's eyes were wide, her mouth slightly open in amazement,
as she held up the dildo with the sharp convex ridges up and
down it, the one that was identical to the one Laura had
used (and discovered for the first time) during her recent
sexual encounter with Yvette and Rhonda.  Dawn ran one long,
slender, black finger up and down the stalk, over each ridge
and down into the little dip between them, then up again
over the next one.
     
     "Oooohhhhh Laura, you been holding out on me," she
squinted mischievously.  "This thing must make you feel like
you're being done by the Roto Rooter man.  Let's go in the
bedroom and try it out."
     
     Laura gave her a kittenish grin, watching Dawn extract
the remaining contents of the box: the harness, the Double
Penetrator.  Dawn, who was one of the two or three blackest
women Laura had ever made love to, nearly went pale when she
held up the latter.
     
     "Holy Mother of Jesus," she said, under her breath.
     
     Laura sat down next to her.  They were both still
naked, and Laura could not keep her hands off Dawn's body,
caressing her long, smooth, black velvet back.
     
     "Let's not bring religion into it," she teased.  "It
makes me uncomfortable."
     
     She thought, without really wanting to, of Ada, the
minister's daughter, who might have said the same thing.
But Dawn was not really religious, or not overly pious
anyway.  She grinned salaciously at Laura.
     
     "Sorry.  I never saw anything like this."
     
     "Still want to try the first one?"
     
     Dawn shook her head, looking from Laura back to the
Penetrator, then back to Laura.  Her mind was working.  She
was becoming pliant and sensual and sexually receptive again
in a strangely quiet and ineffable way that communicated
itself to Laura as if through invisible vibrations.  They
were both physically yearning toward each other, both
overcome at nearly the same instant by the feeling that what
they had done only moments ago was just the prelude to this.
     
     Dawn broke the silence.  "You know, in the library out
at State I was using the web . . . and I sort of, you know,
came across this web site that had pictures of lesbians.
And they were . . . how can I say this . . . they were tied
up.  You know.  And gagged.  God, it made me hot.  And I
thought `I wonder if Laura has any of that stuff'.  I'm
sorry."  She touched Laura's bare knee, seeing Laura's mild
distress.  "Did I embarrass you?  I mean, I'm one too,
right?  Or we wouldn't have done what we just did."
     
     Laura nodded.  She leaned forward and kissed the
smooth, glossy expanse of Dawn's naked back, which she had
just been caressing with her fingertips.
     
     "Like if you had a gag," Dawn went on, "you could put
it on me, and then we wouldn't have to worry about the old
folks upstairs."  She rolled her eyes upwards, toward the
ceiling.
     
     Hearing this said out loud was enough to fill Laura's
apartment with an almost frightening crackle of sexual
electricity.  For a moment, both of them were speechless.
Their eyes were locked, throbbing.  Laura could feel the
pulse beating in her throat and wondered if Dawn felt the
same.
     
     "I . . . do . . . have one," she half-stammered
finally, her mouth suddenly dry and scratchy.
     
     I even have two, she thought guiltily.  She could see
where this might lead, but she could not stop herself.  She
could not stop Dawn either, who seemed wildly stimulated by
the whole course of the conversation.
     
     "Oh good.  Can I see it?"
     
     "Are you sure you want to?"
     
     Wide-eyed, Dawn nodded.  With a forbearing grin, Laura
stood up, reaching back for Dawn's hand, drawing her up too.
Dawn grinned, clutching the Penetrator in her other hand.
Laura reached down again and grabbed the harness.
     
     "Won't work without this," she said softly.
     
     "All I can say," Dawn said as they entered Laura's
bedroom, "is that those two up there are having the
quietest, slowest fuck two people ever had.  Maybe they
dead, Laura.  Maybe they just came . . . and then went."
     
     Both of them could hardly stop themselves from
exploding in gales of laughter, but they embraced and
kissed, tossing the implements on the bed, kissing
romantically now, slowly, emotionally.
     
     "I love you, Dawn.  Are you sure you want to do this?"
     
     Dawn raised one eyebrow.  "Maybe not.  Maybe you ought
to be the one wearing the gag.  After all, you're the one
who came out with that `Aoowwwnnhhh!'  Sounding like a
goddamn semi truck or something.  It wasn't me that did
that."
     
     Laura grinned and kissed her again, luxuriating in the
feel of her naked body pressed from head to toe against the
smooth, firm miracle of Dawn's flesh.
     
     "I don't mind," she said.  "Me first?  Or you first?"
     
     "Me first.  You got any of that other stuff too?  Like
ropes?  Handcuffs?  You gonna tie me up too?"
     
     Now they were getting in deeper than Laura had planned.
The twisted, and frighteningly intense, pleasures of the
practices Dawn was suggesting were familiar to Laura, whose
entire relationship with Karen, for example, had been
blessed and blighted by the irresistible urge they seemed to
have to sweetly-sometimes not so sweetly either-torment and
torture each other in orgies of sadistic ecstasy.  She had
also indulged in lighter but still serious bondage games
with Brandi, and to a lesser extent with Randi and Yvette,
as well as, briefly, a few others.  For quite a while now,
though, she had tried to pull back from it, as if this
darker side of her nature were something she had explored
and could now put behind her, a self-indulgence that she
would be a better person for forswearing.
     
     She especially did not want her relationship with Dawn,
whom she adored with a hot, holy fervor, to develop into the
kind of weird, obsessive, sexually elemental connection she
had with Karen, characterized by their inability to meet
even for a few minutes without plotting extravagantly
perverted ways to inflict excruciating orgasms on one
another.  Worse, Dawn herself, for whatever reason, though a
healthy, strapping young girl both physically and mentally,
had a secret taste for rougher sex than most of Laura's
other lovers wanted.  Laura feared that encouraging this
tendency might lead them down a road she would not like to
travel again.
     
     On the other hand, her blood seemed to surge and seethe
at the mere thought of coiling white nylon rope around this
girl's splendid, dark, glossy body, pulling it just tight
enough to see the strands bite into Dawn's sleek, tender
flesh, watching Dawn's large semi-puffy nipples swell and
flare as her breasts became slightly engorged with trapped
blood.  Laura shook her head to make the vision go away.
     
     Dawn saw her doing it.  "What's the matter?"
     
     "Oh . . . nothing.  Dizzy with love, I guess," she
smiled.
     
     She went to her closet and retrieved one of the ball
gags, the one with the single strap that went behind the
head.  While reaching for it, she saw the other one lying
next to it, the full-face harness.  Her hand nearly
recoiled.  It looked so medieval, so fiendish, with its
eyeholes and straps that crisscrossed every which way over
the face, with an obscene red ball for the mouth in the very
center.  God, what am I doing with that thing! she thought.
I should throw it away.
     
     The hot blood was thumping behind her ears as she stood
up and dangled the simpler ball gag in front of Dawn's face.
Dawn's eyes widened.
     
     She smiled at Laura and closed her eyes, opening her
mouth wide.  "I'm ready.  Put it on and `have your way with
me,' okay?"
     
     "Dawn," Laura laughed, flabbergasted.  "You are so
sweet . . . so innocent.  How can I put this horrible gag on
you when you're so sweet?"
     
     Dawn opened her eyes now.  They flickered with
playfulness and danger at the same time.  "I ain't as
innocent as you think.  Or as sweet."  She took the gag out
of Laura's hand, examining it.  "Here . . . how do I look in
it?"
     
     She put the white, gleaming ball into her mouth,
clamping her teeth down on it, and held the leather straps
up to her head at each side.  Laura smiled.  The hot blood
that was pounding behind her ears accelerated.
     
     Dawn's naked breasts rose and swayed slightly as she
raised her arms.  The sight of the white ball stuffed into
her mouth and her breasts swaying almost made Laura gasp.
Giggling, Dawn released the ball from her mouth, and lowered
the loose straps.
     
     "You better get on with it, girl," she said in a hushed
voice to Laura, eyes smoking.  "I'm getting kind of wet
again."  She gave Laura a dark, knowing glance.  "You better
tie my hands up or something so I don't scratch you . . .
just by accident, of course."
     
     Laura took her free hand and pulled her over to the
bed.  She rummaged under it with one hand and drew up a long
coil of rope, which she realized she was half-startled to
find there, not having used it in a while.  Dawn's eyes
widened yet again as Laura pulled it up between them.
     
     "Wow . . . that's a lot more than you need just for my
hands," she grinned.  "You want to do my feet too?  You
know, in those pictures I saw, one of the girls had this
long bar between her ankles, and her feet were fastened to
each end.  Sort of made her wide-open, if you know what I
mean.  Like you could drive a truck in there."
     
     Laura smiled grimly.
     
     "Do you have one of those?"
     
     Laura frowned.  "What do you think I am, Madame de
Sade?"
     
     Then she relented.  Why am I being so overwrought? she
wondered.  After all, we're not doing the truly rough stuff.
Just a little rope game.
     
     Dawn squint-smiled at her and shook her head.  "I think
you are the most exciting person I ever met in my whole
life," she said honestly.
     
     Then she held out her hands to Laura, wrists together.
     
     "Come here and sit down."
     
     They both sat on the bed, and Laura began to loop the
rope coils loosely around both of Dawn's luscious breasts.
Dawn looked down, watching, patient.  When Laura had three
loose coils encircling each breast, she began to pull them a
little tighter but stopped well short of cinching them
painfully tight, the way she and Karen often did.  In this
case, they were only tight enough not to slip.  Dawn's
nipples did not even bulge.  Laura wanted to do it so
tightly that they would bulge a little but didn't dare.
     
     "You can do it tighter than that," Dawn murmured
hoarsely, almost overcome by sexual excitement.
     
     "No," Laura shook her head.
     
     She wrapped the excess rope around Dawn's shoulders and
back, then around her firm, beautiful stomach, crisscrossing
it again between her breasts and knotting it behind her
neck.
     
     "Now you don't have any left for my hands," Dawn said.
     
     Laura smiled and reached under the bed again.  "Lie
back . . . up here . . . and put your arms above your head,"
she said gently, pulling up another coil of rope.
     
     Dawn couldn't restrain her mirth.  "What you got under
there, a rope farm?"
     
     Not answering, Laura carefully tied one of Dawn's wrist
to one corner of the headboard, then the other wrist to the
other corner.  Dawn's eyes were throbbing, swimming in sex,
murky, full of questions and appeals.
     
     "You better put that ball in my mouth or I'm going to
moan or something," she panted.
     
     "Go ahead and moan," Laura murmured.  "Moan softly.  I
love to hear you moan.  Half the things I do to you are just
so I can hear you moan."
     
     "You're telling the truth, aren't you."  She made a
fake moan.  "Ohhhhh."
     
     "I can make you moan better than that."
     
     "Why don't you try, then?"
     
     There was a long strand of rope left after Laura had
tied Dawn's second wrist to the headboard, but Laura had no
intention of tying her up further.  She tossed the remaining
rope off the side of the bed.
     
     "Ooohhhh, I'm going to get it now . . . right?" Dawn
smiled, black eyes glistening, not faking any more.
     
     Laura crawled back over to her, straddling her waist
again, which reminded them both of what had occurred moments
earlier on the sofa.  She leaned down and swished her
breasts against Dawn's, bringing her lips down onto Dawn's,
kissing her with warm, sensual thoroughness.
     
     Dawn looked up at her wide-eyed.  "Where'd you put that
double thingee?"
     
     Again without answering, Laura got slowly off the bed,
feeling Dawn's eyes on her body, and fetched the harness,
slipping into it easily, as she had learned to do at
Rhonda's house.  With a little more effort, she snapped the
Double Penetrator into place, then rejoined Dawn on the bed.
She reached over to her bedstand drawer and took out the
small bottle of baby oil.
     
     Dawn watched everything in fascinated silence.  "You
better put that ball in my mouth because I don't think I can
moan soft," she whispered.
     
     "Sure you can," Laura smiled, now crouching beside her.
She extended her tongue and bent her head to Dawn's breasts,
now coiled with rope.  "The reason I tied these up was so
they couldn't get away.  Now they're my prisoners.  I'm
going to enjoy them."
     
     "Oh!  Unhhhhh!"
     
     "Mmmm, you like it when I do that."
     
     Laura licked both of Dawn's large, black, shiny
nipples, first one, then the other, switching back and
forth, caressing the full globes of Dawn's slightly bulging
breasts with her fingertips.
     
     "Do it harder!" Dawn panted.
     
     "You always like it harder," Laura murmured, looking up
at her from under her heavy eyelids.  "You like it so
rough."
     
     "Yes!  If you don't suck them harder, Laura, I'm going
to scream."
     
     "Like this?"
     
     "Annnhhggghh!  Oh shit . . . yes!"
     
     "How about the other one?"
     
     "Ungghhhh!  Oh!"
     
     Dawn's nipples were wet with Laura's saliva, taut and
pointing now, the centers rubbery and protruding from the
erect areolas.  Her breasts were not tightly encased in the
rope coils, and they moved under Laura's fingers.  In this
case, the rope was more an esthetic enhancement than a true
physical binding, but it's effect on Laura's lust was nearly
the same.  When Dawn writhed, the rope shifted and bit into
her skin a little here and there, making it shiny and taut
beneath the strands.
     
     Dawn's eyes implored her.  "Get that ball into my
mouth, girl."
     
     Reluctantly-for Laura really did like to hear Dawn
moan-she retrieved the gag from the place where they had
dropped it at the end of the bed.
     
     "Most people are afraid to be gagged," she teased Dawn.
"Now . . . open wide."
     
     "One thing before you do it," Dawn said softly, looking
up calmly at Laura.  "I want you to pull my hair.  I know
you don't want to do it . . . I saw last time how you didn't
want to.  But it won't hurt me.  I want it.  I want you to
promise me that you'll do it.  Laura . . . it just makes me
come about ten times as hard.  Please.  Pull it with both
hands.  Right at the best time.  Okay?"
     
     Laura gnawed her lower lip.  She nodded.  "Okay.  Now,
like I said, open wide."
     
     Obediently, Dawn opened her full, sensual lips to
receive the ball, her eyes holding Laura's, swirling with
wild sexual meanings.  Laura slipped it in and pulled the
straps around to the back of Dawn's head, fastening the
little buckle at the top of Dawn's neck, careful to find
just the right holes in the strap so that it would not be
too tight.  Then she pulled back and looked at Dawn, who
seemed luminous with anticipation.
     
     I guess I would be too, Laura thought.  She knows she's
going to die of coming in just a few minutes.  Maybe I
should get her to yank my hair too, just so I could find out
what it feels like.  This thought made a sexual tremor run
through Laura's body that was clearly visible to them both,
and Dawn, even though gagged by the gleaming white ball in
her mouth, smiled.  Her black eyes flickered, and she made a
small, low groan of delight.
     
     "Mmmm, you like that, don't you," Laura murmured to
her, now teasing her by swishing her naked breasts in Dawn's
face, now that Dawn was immobilized by the ropes and the
gag, unable to do anything about it.
     
     "Ummmmm," Dawn hummed into the ball in her mouth,
nodding.
     
     Carefully, feeling the sexual tension jump up a notch
for them both, she unknotted the white scarf that held the
soft brush of Dawn's hair in place behind her head.  The
black hair billowed out, dense and wiry but very soft.
Mixed with her very insistent lust Laura suddenly felt a
great tenderness, an aching, yearning desire for the girl
spreading through her body as she touched Dawn's hair.  She
kissed her high, shining forehead.
     
     "I just want you so bad," she whispered.  "All the time
. . . all the time I want you."
     
     "Ummmm!" Dawn hummed, nodding again, her eyes shiny and
throbbing.
     
     Laura was quickly all over her but moving at a slow,
sensual pace, kissing her naked body everywhere, stroking
her, caressing her, wildly aroused by the ropes
crisscrossing Dawn's supple flesh.  They were not very
tight, but Dawn was nevertheless restrained, her wrists tied
to the top of the bed, her body squirming under Laura's
hungry lips and urgent touch.  And now she began to moan in
the soft, helpless way Laura loved to hear, her moans
muffled by the ball-gag but still deep and full of sexual
intensity.
     
     Laura lingered again at her breasts, now encased in
rope but the marvelously shaped gourds she loved so well.
She squeezed and teased them, sucking Dawn's large black
nipples again slowly, tenderly, then more voraciously, until
Dawn's moans turned to tight, clotted whimpers.
     
     "Ummngghh!   Ohhmmnngg!" she grunted softly into the
gag, looking down at Laura's mouth on her wet nipples,
twisting her body and feathering Laura's hair spasmodically
with her fingers.
     
     Her breasts, though not as tightly choked and throttled
as they could have been had Laura tied them the way she had
often tied up Karen's or Earlene's in the past, still stood
up higher than usual when she was on her back, and Laura was
obsessed by the smooth, bulging, round undersides, kissing
them with infinite tenderness that soon became a more
uncontrollable thirst.  Her lips found their way back up the
smooth dark slopes to Dawn's swollen, damp nipples, which
she again assaulted lovingly.
     
     By now they were both tumid and aching, swollen with
desire, and even Laura was moaning softly as she pressed her
hands against Dawn's warm inner thighs, pushing them open,
running one sensitive fingertip along the puffy, glistening
edges of Dawn's open, runny quim.  Dawn's eyes rolled up.
     
     "Annmmffgghh!" she groaned, her hips suddenly rocking
in a suggestive way as the sensations streamed through her
body.
     
     It was a funny feeling for Laura as she looked down at
the two joined, monstrous appendages bobbing from their
anchorage on her pubic bone, both of them pointed toward
Dawn's open, vulnerable groin, Dawn's pussy wet and
puckered, her little asshole a dark, tightly shut aperture
between her two beautifully round and bulging buns.  This
must be what a man feels like when he lowers that throbbing
battering ram between your thighs, Laura reflected.  She had
felt it briefly at Rhonda's but never this strongly.
     
     Working quickly, she uncapped the bottle of oil and
spread some on her forefinger.  She slid the finger between
Dawn's firm ass cheeks and up into her ass, watching Dawn
grimace, hearing her whimper softly as Laura's long finger
invaded her body.  Dawn knew this was only a hint of the
invasion to follow.
     
     "Oh yes, honey . . ." Laura purred to her, twisting her
finger, trying to open the tightly shut orifice enough to
permit the Double Penetrator, or at least a second finger.
"Your pussy is all wet and hungry, but this little back door
is closed tight.  We have to try to open it up a little."
     
     "Umnnggpphhh!" Dawn grunted softly, her eyes watering
as Laura quickly widened the entry with her fingers.
     
     She had got two fingers in by now, and Dawn's asshole
was slowly yielding to them as she slid them in and out.
She wanted to be patient, to work gradually into the frenzy
that was, she knew, soon to overtake them both, but it was
very hard.  Dawn's deeply black, gleaming body, crisscrossed
by the white ropes, even though they weren't cinched very
tightly, made Laura's blood boil and seethe with hot lust,
and Dawn made it worse by moaning, writhing, struggling
against the strands of rope, whimpering, churning her pelvis
in slow, rhythmic circles, fueling Laura's desire to the
spillover point.
     
     Finally, Laura knew neither of them could delay any
longer.  She removed her greasy fingers from Dawn's ass and
quickly swabbed the lower appendage of the Penetrator with
fresh oil from the bottle.  Dawn knew what she was doing,
and suddenly her body grew more tense, as if she were
preparing for the total thrill that was about to occur.
Leaning over to the bedstand to set the bottle of oil there,
Laura saw Dawn's eyes on her swaying breasts, saw the look
of total, happy surrender in them, and she smiled back.
     
     "I love you so much," she whispered, leaning forward,
again swishing her naked breasts against Dawn's but this
time not teasing her, instead kissing her cheek, her
forehead, her other cheek.
     
     Then, without another word, she took the Penetrator in
her hand and began to guide it home.
     
     Dawn's gaping, juice-slick pussy was, of course,
perfectly ready for the top dildo, which slid in easily, but
it was slow going as Laura inched the lower, well-lubricated
prong into her ass, pushing gently but firmly, feeling
Dawn's body clench and tremble uncontrollably as it
penetrated further and further into her rectum.  Not wanting
to hurt the girl, Laura held the apparatus firmly with one
hand, stopping when she saw tears actually leaking from the
corners of Dawn's eyes, pausing to comfort and reassure her,
then pushing forward again when Dawn saw her waiting and
nodded quickly, two sharp nods, as if to say, Do it, please,
oh do it, yes, keep it coming!
     
     After a few seconds of pushing forward, Laura looked
down to see their groins almost touching, and the Penetrator
sunk completely in Dawn's body.  Dawn was totally impaled on
both thick stalks, and Laura did not move purposely for
several more seconds in order to let the girl's body
accommodate itself to this invasion.  She could see from the
slight glaze that had formed over Dawn's glittering black
eyes that the sensations were almost too intense to bear.
     
     Nevertheless, in another second or two Dawn herself
began to undulate her body under Laura, as if prompting
Laura to fuck her, as if to say that she was ready, and they
could push on.  She groaned softly into the ball gag, and
her eyes rolled up, her eyelids fluttering.
     
     "Ummnnnnn," she groaned, as Laura began to move her own
hips slowly, her eyelids fluttering open again, her glazed
eyes catching Laura's.
     
     Even though Dawn was the one being penetrated and
fucked, Laura felt like she herself might come before they
could go any further.  She felt her whole body-and her mind,
too- running with fire, especially her cunt, which oozed and
throbbed and jangled like a relentless fire alarm, pulsing
and aching underneath the two giant stalks she was gently
sliding in and out of Dawn's body, holding the base with one
hand to prevent slippage, even though she realized it was
probably unnecessary.  She had experienced sympathetic
orgasms before, though rarely, and she feared this might be
another, and that it would arrive before Dawn herself could
come, thus ruining this slow crescendo they were managing.
     
     Laura clenched her teeth and tried to fight it back, to
suppress the rising wave of her own orgasm, which she knew
was being brought on by the sight and the feel of Dawn's
incipient sexual rapture as Dawn writhed and groaned under
her, whimpering each time the two huge shafts probed deep
into her body, then exhaling a gargled sigh into the ball in
her mouth as they slid out again.  I can't come before she
does, Laura told herself.  I can't.  It's not fair.  She is
so beautiful . . . so absolutely stunning this way, so
ready, so ready to die of coming.  Oh Dawn.  Oh . . . you
make me want to come so badly, I can hardly stop myself.
     
     But she did.  She clamped it off and bit it back,
finally relaxing her grip on the Penetrator and running her
hands all over Dawn's gleaming black body, luxuriating in
the feel of the girl's silky, damp skin and her sleek,
smooth flesh, her delicious curves, her firm, jutting
breasts.  I love you . . . I love you, I love fucking you.
     
     Slowly, their rhythm accelerated.  Dawn's eyes
fluttered open and again locked into Laura's.  And Laura, in
response, began to fuck her more vigorously, more
energetically, picking up the pace from the slow, rhythmic
grinding they had been using to a faster, more frenzied
tempo.  By now Dawn's ass had loosened enough to let the
well-lubricated lower dildo slide in and out easily, and so
Laura's thrusts pushed the entire apparatus deep into her
body each time.  Dawn whimpered and tossed her head, arching
her body, undulating under Laura in quicker, more violent
waves, now clamping her thighs around Laura's hips, pushing
her groin up into the double invaders.
     
     "Umnnggh!  Ohnmmgggnn . . . ummnngghh!" she grunted
softly into the gag, her eyes rolling up, then gradually
regaining focus and locking into Laura's again.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Laura panted, now holding Dawn's
squirming, undulating body with both hands, embracing her,
mashing her breasts into Dawn's, pumping her harder, fucking
her roughly with the huge stalks that sprung unnaturally out
of her own groin and sank deep in Dawn's quivering body with
every sharp thrust.
     
     "Ommnngghhhh!"
     
     "Oh yes . . . . honey . . . honey!" Laura gasped,
slowly sliding her hands up Dawn's smooth arms and shoulders
to her head.
     
     She wondered if she would know the right time to pull
the girl's hair, and she exerted every effort at this
instant to try to feel each nuance of Dawn's physical state,
to detect the moment of no return, when Dawn's orgasm was
unstoppable but not yet born.  But of course she knew she
would detect it.  They had done this before.  The fact that
Laura was startled, shocked, and thrilled by it each time
didn't mean she was not ready, and as Dawn began to stiffen
and stretch out slightly under her, she knew it was closer
than ever.
     
     "Yes . . . yes," she panted, sliding her hands back
feverishly down to Dawn's slowly churning hips, holding them
steady, and planting the two long dildos again vigorously
into Dawn's ass and pussy with several deep, straight ahead
plunges.
     
     "Unngghmmnnnn!"
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "Unngghmmnnnn!"
     
     "Oh god, honey . . . you're going to come," Laura
panted, quickly picking up the pace, fucking her hard and
fast, jerking her own hips forward, stabbing Dawn deep, even
ripping the two cocks up into Dawn's body as the first
tremors of a crushing orgasm began to shake the girl's
flesh.
     
     Dawn's uncontrollable grunting and snuffling and
moaning, strangled by the gag, suddenly gave way to thin,
squeaking, semi-hysterical half-screams that came from deep
in her throat.  Desperate not to lose her opportunity, Laura
again slid her hands up to the girl's head, slipping her
fingers into Dawn's soft, billowy hair, clutching it,
getting a tight grip.  Dawn's eyes came open at that moment,
boring deep into Laura's with a fierce mingling of hot love
and wild sexual mania and a burning knowledge that Laura was
going to deliver.
     
     Looking into her eyes, Laura could see the very moment
when she began to come.  Red embers deep in the centers of
Dawn's glittering black eyes suddenly flared brightly, and
her face froze in a grimace, as if her whole being were
pierced by a lightning strike.
     
     A sharp twitch shook her entire body, and Laura
immediately filled her fists with clumps of Dawn's soft hair
and began to pull it hard, still fucking forward into her at
the same time with the two plunging prongs, and kissing her
cheek, then her shoulders in a passionate frenzy of her own,
feeling her own hard, sensitized nipples rasp against the
coils of rope that were looped around Dawn's breasts as Dawn
shuddered her way through a squealing ecstasy.  The sharp
yanks Laura gave her hair seemed to send Dawn-as she had
said-into stratospheric levels of rapture.  At first, she
writhed more violently, and whimpered hysterically into the
ball in her mouth, her body flipping and arching and
quivering as piercing new waves of pleasure shot through
her.
     
     Then, with Laura still fucking her pretty hard and
yanking her hair sharply, she seemed to slip into a moaning,
quivering trance of coming, the way Laura had seen Jonelle
do, sinking deep, her body twitching and flexing, her face
contorted by a swoon of terrible power, and unbearable
pleasure.  Knowing Dawn had reached the pinnacle she wanted
to attain, Laura now relaxed her grip on the clumps of hair
in her hand, and stopped thrusting too.  Still Dawn swooned,
twitching, quivering, and mewling into the ball, her body a
mass of ripples and twinges as the last excruciating spasms
of her killing orgasm waned.
     
     Laura wanted to hold her and murmur to her and kiss
her, but she realized that she was still attached herself to
the two large shafts that were sunk deep in Dawn's twitching
body.  Even though Dawn was still half-swooning, Laura
reached down with one hand and, as gently as possible,
extracted the monstrous apparatus from the lovely, trembling
girl's ass and pussy.  One brief glance at the glistening,
gnarled thing was enough to make her shudder with fear and
fascination, and she quickly slipped out of the harness,
putting the wet device down at the end of the bed, quickly
sliding up again to Dawn.
     
     Dawn was finally coming to life again as Laura quickly
unfastened the gag and untied the ropes that held her wrists
to the headboard.  She rubbed the skin inside of her wrists
with her fingers as Laura uncoiled the ropes from her
breasts and the rest of her body.  There were dried tear
marks in the corners of her eyes, but she was smiling, even
beaming, at Laura.
     
     She shook her head in disbelief.  "Laura . . . where'd
you learn to be that nasty?"  She smiled even more broadly.
"You, girl, are the bomb.  I think I'm going to leave Robert
and move in here with you so you can do that to me every
night."
     
     Laura caressed her cheek with a fingertip.  "I was
afraid you were going to faint or something."
     
     "Fainting can't be as good as that," Dawn whispered
solemnly.  She patted her hair, which Laura's hands had left
all askew and spraying in every direction, back into a
semblance of neatness, making a face at Laura and going
briefly, comically, cross-eyed.  "My head still hurts, but
my pussy feels like it just died and went to heaven."
     
     They lay back down on the bed side by side, kissing and
touching tenderly, still half-stunned by the aftermath.
Dawn appeared to be emerging only slowly from the trauma of
this fierce orgasm.
     
     "I can still feel it," she confessed softly to Laura.
"It sort of goes all the way from my toes up to the roots of
my hair . . . and it's like I'm shaking inside, and all
filled with this incredible warmth too . . . like I'm still
coming, in a way," she said, gazing lovingly into Laura's
eyes.
     
     Laura smoothed down some loose sprigs of Dawn's hair
with her hand, as she had watched Dawn herself do earlier.
"I love making you come."
     
     Dawn grinned saucily.  "I guess you're going to be
envious if you don't get a chance to feel it too."
     
     Laura glanced down to the end of the bed, where she had
left the Double Penetrator.  Did she really want to be
fucked by that gargantuan monster?  On the other hand, the
thought of Dawn doing it to her was almost irresistible and
made her blood rush happily, and heatedly.
     
     "I think we better wash it off first," she said.
     
     "You just leave that to me, Laura," Dawn squint-smiled
at her, hopping off the bed and grabbing the Penetrator
gingerly with two fingers, heading for the bathroom with it.
"You lay there and imagine how you gonna get laid like you
never been laid before, lady."
     
     Amused, and also aroused, Laura pushed the ropes off
the bed and was about to do the same with the ball gag when
Dawn reappeared from the bathroom.  She had a smirk on her
face, and she was stunningly, voluptuously naked, wearing
the harness, the two large bent dildos shooting out straight
ahead and swooping up a little from her groin.
     
     "How do I look?"
     
     Laura was almost afraid to tell her.  It was as if she
had never seen Dawn naked before, so overcome was she by awe
and lust for this girl's thrilling, beautiful body.  I was
just fucking her minutes ago, she thought.  How can I be
feeling this way?  She doesn't look any more lovely than she
did then, does she?
     
     But somehow Dawn did.  Maybe it was the half-comic
contrast of her svelte, curvaceous, silky black body with
the grotesque hard rubber appendages springing unnaturally
out of her crotch that made Laura desperate to embrace her
and stroke her beautiful flesh, as if she had never tasted
it before.
     
     "Laura . . . you awake?" Dawn prompted.  "Hey there,
girl.  Wake up.  I said, How do I look?"
     
     She did a little pirouette at the foot of the bed,
purposely arching her back and pushing her delectable
breasts forward, then rotating her hips to make the two
dildos bob wildly up and down.  Again Laura was nearly
overcome by the mixture of comedy and sheer devastating
sexuality.
     
     "God, you are a vision," she said, truthfully.  "I
don't think I've ever seen anything more beautiful."
     
     Dawn squinted playfully.  "You just saying that `cause
you want me to fuck you."
     
     "I sure do."
     
     Dawn beamed, walking around the bed to the side,
stepping on the rope Laura had just pushed off it.  She
looked down.
     
     "Guess you don't want me to tie you up too."
     
     "I don't know if I can wait," Laura murmured, hearing
her own voice quaver.
     
     Dawn reached down to the end of the bed for the gag,
her firm, dark breasts swooping out as she reached forward,
her large black nipples soft and gleaming again.
     
     "You have to wear this, at least.  What if they're
still up there?"  She pursed her lips, suppressing a small
gale of laughter.  "He might just be getting to the point
where it's standing up and ready to go in."  She winked.
"He's had about twenty minutes to get it pumping."
     
     Laura grinned.  She reached out and took the ball gag
from Dawn's hand.
     
     "If you don't get on with it, I'm going to die of
anticipation," she murmured softly.
     
     Now Dawn's expression went all serious and sexy and
determined.  She climbed back onto the bed as Laura slipped
the ball into her own mouth and pulled the straps around her
head, fastening the buckle herself.  Then she lay back and
spread her thighs, holding up her arms to receive Dawn, who
leaned forward and swished her large naked breasts in
Laura's face, as Laura had earlier done to her.  The feel of
the smooth, round globes grazing the skin of her cheeks and
her forehead aroused Laura wildly, and she grabbed Dawn's
breasts with both hands, pinching her thick nipples and
squeezing the resilient, dangling balls passionately.
     
     "Mmmm, you like those boobies, don't you," Dawn purred
happily, watching Laura's fingers dig into the flesh of her
young breasts.  "You wish you could get all of those boobies
in your mouth, don't you, Laura?  But you have to keep that
ball in your mouth so you won't make any noise.  Mmmmm, but
I can get a mouth full of your boobies instead.  And you
have such beautiful ones . . . I just love these . . . I
could suck on them forever.  Sometimes I lay in bed next to
Robert and dream of your boobs, Laura, you know that?  You
ever hear of anything as weird as that, lying there,
dreaming of another woman's titties?"
     
     "Ummngghhhh!" Laura moaned as Dawn ceased talking and
did what she said she wanted to do, sucking and tonguing
Laura's excited nipples feverishly.
     
     Fuck me . . . fuck me now, darling . . . now, don't
wait, please, she thought, holding Dawn's head in both hands
while Dawn hungrily sucked her nipples.
     
     Laura, who genuinely did delight in making her lovers
come, as she had confessed to Dawn earlier, often found
herself in this state, completely overwrought by sexual need
after having caused a stupendous orgasmic explosion in her
partner, a process that inevitably fanned her own inner
sexual flames to the raging point.  But Dawn was in no
hurry.  In fact, she was enjoying Laura's body with the
same, patient, exploratory fervor that Laura had earlier
used on her, and it was a couple of minutes before she
reached for the bottle of baby oil on the bedstand.
     
     Oh god . . . finally! Laura thought, by now almost
desperate with need, writhing and groaning under Dawn's
increasingly hot caresses.
     
     "You know," Dawn mused aloud, fascinated by the
experience, "this must be kind of what a man feels like when
he's going to do it to you."  She opened the cap of the
bottle and smeared some oil on her long, black finger as she
had seen Laura do.  "I mean, feels sort of funny, you know,
having these big things down there bobbing up and down."
She pondered it.  "Of course, a man only has one.  Most of
`em ain't as big as this one, either.  I guess I'm better
than any man, eh? " she grinned.
     
     Laura stiffened slightly as she felt Dawn's long finger
slide up into her ass, hoping she would not come, since she
was already almost at the trigger point.  But now Dawn
seemed to realize it, grasping from the frenetic convulsions
of Laura's body that Laura was very close to overflowing.
     
     "Ooooh, you close, aren't you, girl," she purred.  "I
think we better get to this quick."
     
     Laura nodded frantically, whimpering and twisting.
     
     "You think you can take this big thing all the way up
that pretty little booty of yours?"
     
     Laura nodded again, beseeching her with her eyes.
     
     "Okay . . . if you say so, I'm willing to give it a
try."
     
     Very seriously now, she removed her finger and slowly
spread oil, as Laura had done, all over the lower dildo,
while Laura watched, feeling the blood beat in her neck, and
throb almost hysterically in her pussy.  Dawn smiled at her
as she set the bottle back on the bedstand.
     
     "Ready?"
     
     "Ummpphgghh!" Laura nodded.
     
     Slowly, Dawn began to inch both dildos into Laura's
body.  Again, Laura was afraid she might come before they
even got inside her.  The sight of Dawn leaning forward over
her, methodically pushing, holding the Penetrator with one
hand, guiding it, gnawing her lower lip as she concentrated
on her task, her deeply black naked body gleaming and
smooth, her firm, enchanting breasts jiggling slightly when
she moved, her thick black nipples shiny and soft and
swollen, all this made Laura nearly overflow with intense
sexual need.  And the feel of the two huge shafts sliding up
into her ass and her pussy, making both orifices clench and
pulse with a warm, gently stabbing fire that was
indistinguishable from pleasure or pain, nearly made her
spill over too.
     
     Finally, the two stalks were completely in.  Dawn, her
groin now tightly pressed to Laura's, looked up and smiled.
     
     "Ooohhhh . . . I know how that feels," she whispered to
Laura, "and it feels . . . good, doesn't it."
     
     With difficulty, Laura nodded.  It had been a long time
since she had experienced this feeling, the feeling of being
completely stuffed and crammed to the bursting point, her
whole body engorged with cock, though in this case not real
cock.  But the effect, she realized, was the same.  Her body
throbbed and swelled, and Dawn leaned forward to kiss her,
brushing her full, sensual lips against Laura's cheek, then
her forehead, at the same time moving her nipples enticingly
against Laura's own taut, erect buds, still a little damp
with Dawn's saliva.
     
     "Ready?" she asked again, murmuring softly
     
     Laura moaned, then nodded, catching Dawn's eyes with
her own as she was finally able to focus clearly after the
hot fog that had enveloped her during the penetration.
"Ummnngghh," she grunted softly.
     
     Slowly, Dawn began to fuck her.  But Laura had
controlled the urge for so long that now she could control
it no longer.  Dawn's body . . . Dawn's face . . . Dawn's
serious, patient smile . . . Dawn's firm, steady hip motion
. . . Dawn's luscious, dangling breasts . . . Dawn's
flickering, knowing eyes . . . it all swirled together in a
hot tornado of sex that threatened to carry Laura off in an
instant.
     
     Realizing what was happening, she reached down and
grabbed both of Dawn's wrists, pulling Dawn's hands up to
her head, pushing them into her hair, nodding desperately at
the same time.  Dawn's eyes flashed in recognition, and also
curiosity, questioning Laura.
     
     "You want-?"
     
     Laura nodded wildly.  She could feel Dawn's fingers
slowly grasping large clumps of her hair.  She kept nodding,
even now feeling her hair pull as she moved her head.
     
     "Oh Laura."
     
     But it was nearly all over for Laura already.  With
Dawn's hands entangled in her hair, and Dawn's face only
inches from hers, and Dawn's hips churning still in a gentle
rhythm, fucking her, pushing the two dildos into her body
with each forward thrust, she had reached the breaking
point.  One moment she could feel the two large stalks
sliding in and out of her body, and the next she was
screaming and vibrating like an electric wire overloaded
with current.
     
     "Aoowwwnmmnnnggghhhhhmmphhhh!" she cried out into the
ball in her mouth, almost jackknifing under Dawn as a huge
orgasm suddenly wrenched her.
     
     And then she felt her whole body erupt in fire as
Dawn's hands began yanking her hair, pulling her head
forcibly back on her neck, and stabbing the two dildos deep
into her with each yank.
     
     "Auungmmmhphhgghh!  Owwwunngghhhhmmphhh!" she howled,
undulating helplessly and violently under Dawn's thrusting
body.
     
     "Oh baby . . . oh Laura, you going up," Dawn panted,
driving the rubber prongs into her again, leaning down
further, embracing Laura and fucking her hard, much like a
man, but releasing her hair now as Laura exploded over and
over again with fresh, wrenching spasms.
     
     Whinnying and screaming hysterically into the gag,
Laura strained and shuddered, pushing her groin up into
Dawn's thrusts, feeling the large dildos stab deep into her
body, so deep that the pain caused by them mingled together
with the intense shocks of pleasure that accompanied each
spasm, making them even more acute.  She had two clear
orgasms and several aftershocks that were nearly convulsive
enough to join the first two, and it was close to a minute
before her body finally surrendered and fell back limp to
the bed.
     
     Dawn, who had been there herself only a few minutes
earlier, was careful not to move while the last twinges of
fierce sensation played themselves out in Laura's body.
Only when Laura was finally limp and sighing softly did she
make a move to gently pull the Penetrator out.
     
     Laura's eyes fluttered open, and she could not stop a
giggle from interrupting her sighs as she saw Dawn make a
face while slipping out of the dildo harness, trying to
avoid at the same time being swiped by the wet, glistening
shafts.
     
     "Ooohhh shit . . . these things are nasty," Dawn
laughed, accidentally smearing her delicious, sleek thigh
with some goo.  "Now look, I got that stuff on my leg."
     
     Smiling at Laura, she quickly daubed at it with the
edge of the sheet.  Laura meanwhile had reached up behind
her head to unfasten the gag.  She was still half-stunned
from the experience, contemplating Dawn's naked body.
Seconds ago, just the sight of it had seemed almost enough
to trigger a crunching orgasm, and yet now it seemed more a
thing of startling, pure natural beauty, very black and
smooth, shapely and polished, than a sexual magnet to her.
     
     Dawn saw her looking.  She leaned close again, kissing
Laura's cheeks, then the tiny tears that had also leaked
from the edges of Laura's eyes.
     
     "I love you, Laura," she whispered.  "It was fun making
you come like that."
     
     Laura sat up.  She put her arms around Dawn and kissed
her.  "Don't ever call that `fun,'" she murmured, wiping
away the tears that were left in the corners of her eyes
with the back of her wrist.  "It's more like a religious
experience than fun."
     
     A slow, beaming smile spread across Dawn's face.  "I
thought I was the only one who felt that way."
     
     Tenderly, Laura drew an invisible circle with her
fingertip around one of Dawn's large, gleaming nipples.
"The only problem is, we've got the rest of the evening, and
I don't know if either of us is going to be able to lift a
finger."
     
     Dawn smirked ruefully.  "We may not have to if Grammy
and Gramps up there are still trying to get it all working.
Anyway, I worked up an appetite there.  I could use a little
food before we try to invent another new way to do it."
     
     "Follow me, my dear," Laura said, hopping off the bed.
"You always fed me in the past.  My turn now.  I can cook
too, you know."
     
     They threw on two of Laura's bathrobes.  In the living
room, Dawn went over to the window while Laura continued on
to the kitchen.
     
     "Ooooohhh Laura," she cooed, crooking her finger.
"Come look.  I think they left.  We might have been using
that nasty old gag without needing to."
     
     Laura came over to the window.  Sure enough, the
Gibson's old brown Mercedes was gone from its parking space.
She and Dawn looked at each other, brimming with joy over
what they had done together in the bedroom, knowing that the
experience had been intensified by fearing they might be
overheard.
     
     "Nasty old gag?" Laura raised her eyebrow skeptically.
     
     "You're going to make me blush, girl, if you don't
watch out."
     
     Laura nodded toward the kitchen.  "Come in here and eat
so you can get your strength back.  Now that they're gone,
that beautiful little black kitty might not get out of here
alive."
     
     "Mmmm, I hope you're telling the truth," Dawn grinned,
dark eyes sparkling.
     
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