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       Laura - Chapter 314




       The following night was the purest bliss for both Laura and Nyomi 
since Alana stayed over with her grandmother and they had total freedom to 
devour one another.  But Laura soon found herself being grateful for Alana's 
existence, since the natural needs of her sweet daughter understandably 
prevented Nyomi from completely dominating Laura's evenings.  She adored 
Nyomi and craved her spectacular body, but also in the back of her mind was 
a gnawing reminder of Bonnie.

       Who never called her.  After all, I've given her every chance, Laura 
thought.  I didn't even push it.  That time when I went down there to the 
alley to find out her last name, I didn't even push it.  I didn't even 
suggest we get together.  Nothing.  You'd think if she had a little 
interest, even a little, that she would phone.  Just for a coffee date or 
something.

       But she also realized that Bonnie was shy.  She was not like Nyomi: 
feverishly curious and eager.  Instead, the knowledge that Laura might 
desire her sexually had made Bonnie nervous and withdrawn.  A part of her 
nature might want it to go on, might want Laura to make further advances, 
but her general wariness would not allow it.

       That's it, I'm just going to have to draw her out, Laura thought.  
It's up to me.  If I wait, she'll never call.  I'm going to have to risk the 
whole thing, just to get her attention.

       Just when she became resolutely determined to march down to the alley 
sandwich shop that very afternoon and boldly ask Bonnie to dinner, or to a 
movie, or to go for a nice evening stroll around Lake Merritt, she got a 
call from her on her cell phone.  "Bonnie?  Oh god, you called!"  Laura let 
this slip out before she realized that it wasn't exactly wise since her 
exclamation made it seem like she was sitting on the edge of her chair 
waiting for Bonnie to call.

       Bonnie was shy, fulfilling Laura's prophecies.  Her voice was barely 
audible.  She wasn't shy when she was doing her job, nor had she been when 
Laura had eaten dinner with her in her apartment.  But now that the terms of 
their relationship had altered, now that she knew why Laura was attracted to 
her, that it was physical as well as friendly, she was shy.  "Cooking 
tonight.  More slum gullion.  Thought you might want to have dinner."

       If someone offered me a million bucks, I wouldn't want it more, 
Laura's inner voice was crowing happily.  But she restrained her delivery.  
"Why . . . I think that would be wonderful.  If you can hang around until 
about five-thirty I could give you a ride."

       Bonnie snorted and snuffled nervously.  "I don't think so.  That's an 
hour and a half.  I could be home by then on the bus.  I could already be 
cooking.  Why don't you just come by when you get off."

       Laura smiled.  I can't wait, my darling.  "I'll be there with bells 
on," she said brightly.  She didn't know exactly what that meant, but her 
mother always said it.

       And somehow this brightened Bonnie's mood; maybe her mother always 
said it too; or maybe it was simply that Laura had accepted her invitation.  
She was upbeat.  "Good.  I'll get down that bottle of vodka and have it 
ready for you."

       Laura clucked into the phone.  "Bonnie!  You act like I'm a closet 
tippler or something."

       "Only kidding."  This easy badinage was thrilling to Laura, and she 
guessed it might be to Bonnie too.  "See you then."

       She stopped on her way to the parking garage to her car and bought 
half a dozen yellow roses.  She did not buy red since that might seem 
inappropriately romantic somehow, but yellow seemed okay.  And yet, when she 
got there she left them in the car.  Bonnie was too sweet and unpretentious, 
and also clearly a little nervous about this invitation, and Laura figured 
that underlining it with a gift of flowers would be too brazen, as if she 
were saying "Okay, girl, let's get on with it.  You know what I want."

       That was too crude and too rude.  This, on her way up the elevator, 
made her grin as it reminded her of the old limerick about a guy named 
McGruder who liked his girl nude when he screwed her.  She giggled softly to 
herself and carefully composed her face into a mask of pleasant 
friendliness, banishing such crass rhymes completely from her mind before 
knocking on Bonnie's door.

       Bonnie greeted her wearing an apron that said: Even Cowgirls Get the 
Blues.  Laura could not suppress a grin.  This was a side of Bonnie, 
evidently, that she had not seen.

       "Love your apron."

       Bonnie squinted bashfully.  "My sister gave it to me.  She got it at 
a yard sale and decided it really fit me.  I don't even know what a cowgirl 
is."

       Mmmmm, Laura thought, maybe we can remedy that, darling.  She thought 
quickly of Allisha, who especially among all Laura's lovers liked getting 
`cowgirl rammed,' as she called it.  But she quickly banished such thoughts. 
  Bonnie was more fetching than ever in her cute apron.  She still wore her 
blue polo shirt, her work `uniform,' under it.

       "Mmmmm, that smell is delicious," Laura smiled.  "I see you've been 
busy while I've been stuck in traffic."

       "It's all ready.  I'm just keeping it warm."

       Now there was a moment of discomfort for them both.  They looked at 
each other and didn't know what to do next.  The uncomfortable pause was 
fraught with the knowledge of what had passed between them here before, and 
what this reunion must mean.  We're going to do it, Laura realized.  
Otherwise she never would have invited me here.  The problem is, how to we 
get there.  She is willing to do it but is leaving the rest up to me.

       "I guess maybe I'll take that drink, if you're still offering it," 
Laura smiled gently.

       "Oh.  Right.  I forgot."  Bonnie turned to her small kitchen.  "Vodka 
and ice?  I got some Sprite."

       "Just a little splash of Sprite will be okay.  You're joining me, 
aren't you?  Remember . . . I don't want to be the only drunk at the party."

       Bonnie poured the drinks very methodically, giving herself a tall 
glass of Coke with a little vodka in it.  "Can't stand the taste," she 
reminded Laura.

       Laura came up behind her, before Bonnie could reach for the full 
glasses and hand her one.  She put one hand on Bonnie's shoulder.  "Here," 
she murmured softly, "let me help you off with the apron."

       Bonnie turned to look back at Laura over her shoulder.  Her dark eyes 
were shiny with expectation, and their eyes locked together as Laura 
loosened the knot holding the apron on, then undid it completely.  "Thank 
you," she said, her voice barely audible.

       She pulled the neck string over her head and tossed the apron into a 
kitchen chair, a kind of symbolic disrobing.  Again Laura touched her arm 
before she could return to the drinks on the tile sinkboard.  She raised her 
fingertips to Bonnie's lovely face and brushed her cheek with them.  "Thank 
you for inviting me," she whispered.

       Bonnie smiled.  "I guess you better kiss me if you're going to do 
it," she said.  "I'm getting real nervous waiting."

       Laura smiled.  "That makes two of us."  She dropped her fingertips to 
Bonnie's full lips, thick and pillowy and inviting, umber-colored with no 
lipstick.  "Guess I will . . . and put an end to the suspense."

       She slid her fingers to the side, caressing Bonnie's smooth black 
cheek again, and moved her face closer, brushing Bonnie's lips with her own. 
  Laura knew from experience how to make it a very slow and romantic first 
kiss, and Bonnie helped by tilting her head a little to the side so that 
their mouths melted more easily together.  Neither opened her mouth at 
first, being content to press her lips to the other's mouth lightly but 
expressively.  Then Laura slowly but surely began to insinuate the tip of 
her tongue between Bonnie's lips, and Bonnie obligingly parted them to let 
it in.

       Up to this point only their lips touched, and now their tongues, as 
well as Laura's fingertips still caressing Bonnie's cheek.  But slowly, as 
the lengthy kiss wore on, they began to press the rest of their bodies 
together, and Laura's arms slowly encircled Bonnie, until she was holding 
her close and kissing her more hungrily.  And wonder of wonders, Bonnie was 
kissing back.

       She began to kiss Laura back heatedly.  This poor darling girl is 
hungry for love, Laura thought, ratcheting up the heat a little more 
herself.  Shoot, I just should have pressed it the first time.  She probably 
would've given in.  She wants to be kissed like this.

       When they stopped for a moment, Laura kept kissing her face.  "Your 
skin is so smooth  . . . and beautiful," she panted softly, kissing Bonnie's 
high cheek bones.  "I love your Choctaw Indian cheek bones."

       Bonnie giggled softly, demurely.  "You crazy, Laura."

       Laura stopped her bashful giggling with another passionate kiss.  
Again Bonnie kissed back hungrily.  Laura's fingers bit into the resilient 
flesh of Bonnie's back through her shirt.  She slithered her tongue deep 
into Bonnie's mouth.  Bonnie responded by drilling hers deep into Laura's.  
They were both panting when they broke off the kiss.

       "I think we should . . . sit down on the sofa," Laura panted.

       Bonnie winked and crooked her finger.  She took Laura's hand and drew 
her over to the wall furthest from the kitchen, swiveling the panel to 
expose the large Murphy bed behind it.  She caught Laura's glance with a 
significant flash of her dark eyes.  Then she carefully lowered the bed and 
pulled down the blanket.

       Laura was so thrilled by this gesture that she could barely speak.  
This girl means to pull me down on this bed and fuck me, she thought 
playfully, feeling her heart race and her blood surge.  She took Bonnie's 
hand and raised it to her lips, this hand that had lingered so often in hers 
when giving her change for a sandwich, the slim, tapered black fingers that 
had made her heart leap and her pussy throb.

       "Kiss me again," she murmured, not knowing what else to say at this 
moment, this very significant moment.  Bringing the bed out could have only 
one meaning, and she was electrified at Bonnie's boldness.

       She kissed her mouth and her smooth black neck and her shiny black 
ear, nuzzling her hair, digging her fingers into the hard round resilience 
of Bonnie's ass--that spectacular ass!-- through her jeans for the very first 
time.  Though not as obsidian-dark as Dee Dee or Dawn, for example, Bonnie 
was darker than Nyomi, whom Laura had most recently been nuzzling, and as 
usual Laura found her delicious black skin a huge erotic turn-on.  Bonnie 
passively accepted Laura's acute physical hunger, letting herself be kissed 
and caressed, but finally pulling back to pose a sensible question.

       "You want to do this first or eat first?  If we're not going to eat, 
I've got to turn off the fire under the slum gullion."

       Laura leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  "I want you more than 
I want food.  I want to eat you alive."

       Bonnie broke into an embarrassed grin, as if she were ashamed to 
admit that she wanted the same thing.  "I'll be right back.  Don't move."

       "I won't."

       Bonnie turned down the fire on the stove and returned quickly to 
Laura to turn up the fire there.  "What do we do now, get undressed?"

       "Well . . ." Laura pretended to think it over.  "It's usually easier 
when you're undressed.  Not always, but usually.  I think . . . we should 
help each other undress.  Me first.  I'll help you out of these jeans."

       She slowly ran down the zipper of Bonnie's tight blue jeans, then 
eased them over her hips and down her sleek black thighs.  She knelt while 
doing this and could not resist pressing her lips to the hard sleek flesh.  
True to her word, Bonnie was a simple girl and wore simple white cotton 
underpants, which Laura, after getting the girl's ankles free of her blue 
jeans, quickly got her hands under.  She could not wait to fill her hands 
with Bonnie's round, firm buns, which she had been lusting after for months, 
it seemed.

       "You know, you have a beautiful ass," she murmured, standing again to 
face Bonnie, but keeping her hands under Bonnie's panties, happily clutching 
the hard round moons.

       Bonnie grinned and nodded.  "People look at it a lot."

       "People want to do this," Laura whispered, squeezing them.  "If 
they're like me they want to kiss it all over."

       "You want to do that?"

       "Oh yes.  God, yes."

       "Guys want to stick their dicks in it."

       Laura kissed her neck, unbuttoning the top button of Bonnie's golf 
shirt.  "You let them?"

       Bonnie shook her head.  "Too big."

       "Mmmmm, maybe a finger would feel better."

       Bonnie frowned, but not with hostility.  "I don't know about that."

       "Can we take this off too?" Laura suggested, plucking at the bottom 
of the blue shirt.

       Bonnie shook her head playfully, grinning like a school girl.  "I 
ain't going to be the only one naked here, any more than you're going to be 
the only drunk at the party."

       "You're right," Laura smiled back, quickly removing her blouse, and 
unfastening her skirt, letting it fall around her feet.  She was so eager to 
be naked with Bonnie, after all this time waiting for it, that she didn't 
even bother to carefully fold up her clothes.  "Now you."

       Now Bonnie flirted.  Even though she was genuinely a shy, natural, 
girl-next-door type who seemed usually oblivious to her very real charms, 
she also had a streak of coquetry that was irresistible.  She removed the 
blue polo shirt as if she had practiced every move, from the tantalizing 
lift of the bottom of it to slowly reveal the delicious black skin of her 
taut midriff, to the slow pulling of the collar over her short black hair.  
She wore a simple white bra underneath it, matching her simple cotton 
underpants.

       She was a vision.  Alluring, lacy underwear like Laura's could hardly 
have made her sexier.  Now they were both down to bra and panties.  Bonnie, 
Laura was delighted to see, could not keep her eyes off Laura's near-naked 
body any more than Laura could keep her eyes from devouring Bonnie's.  
Bonnie touched Laura's lacy champagne-colored bra with one finger.

       "This is the kind of bra they had at Bloomies when we went there," 
she said, her eyes wide, admiring it.  "I never had one like it."

       Laura kissed her gleaming black shoulder, running her lips along it 
up Bonnie's neck.  "You don't need one like this.  With the body you've got, 
a bra is just an irrelevance."

       Bonnie grinned, delighted to be so praised.  "You think so?"

       Laura nodded.  "I think so.  The first time I saw you, I said to 
myself `I've got to have that girl.  God, she's lovely.  She may not sleep 
with girls, but I'm sure going to try.'"

       "See? You were right to keep trying."

       Now Laura embraced her again and kissed her while unfastening her bra 
behind her back with the fingers of both hands as they kissed.  "I guess I 
was.  I didn't know whether you'd ever give in, though."

       She skimmed the loose straps down Bonnie's long arms, and Bonnie 
flung the bra across the room into a chair, her firm naked breasts jiggling 
only slightly.  She looked down at Laura's pale hands that quickly scooped 
them up.  They were perfectly shaped and round and high upswept balls, with 
medium sized black nipples that were swollen and a little shiny.

       "Look at our skins together," Bonnie said softly, in wonderment.  
"Here . . . take yours off too."

       She helped Laura off with her bra, as Laura had done for her.  Now 
she put her slim dark hands on Laura's small naked breasts.  They kissed, 
holding each other's breasts, squeezing, kneading.

       "Wow," Bonnie gasped against Laura's cheek, "this is a lot different 
than making it with a guy."

       Laura smiled, kissing her again, unable to get enough.  "How do you 
think?"

       "I don't know.  Slow.  Gentle.  Real exciting.  I like watching our 
skins together.  I like kissing you . . . and feeling you.  Your body . . . 
against mine like this."

       "Shall we lie down on the bed?"

       "I guess we better if we're going to go on with this," Bonnie 
grinned.

       "I love your boobs . . . they're so beautiful," Laura murmured as she 
and Bonnie lay down face to face on the bed.  Laura held the lovely round 
globes in her hands.  "They're high . . . like your cheek bones."

       "Guess I'm just high all over," Bonnie giggled softly.  "Except in 
the head.  I didn't even have a sip of that drink.  We just got to . . . 
doing this . . . so fast."

       Laura kissed her neck and shoulders, dropping her mouth now to 
Bonnie's firm little breasts, tonguing and sucking one beautiful nipple.  
"I'm drunk on you, I don't need anything else," she murmured.

       "Ohhhhh.  Mmmmm, that feels good," Bonnie panted softly.

       Laura did not reply but began a full-scale love assault on Bonnie's 
delectable breasts.  She held them both in her hands, reluctant to spend 
attention on one at the expense of the other, and so squeezing them both and 
moving her hungry mouth from one shiny, saliva-wet black nipple to the other 
one, sucking them, lip-biting them, stabbing them with her tongue, then 
sucking them harder, so hard in fact that Bonnie shuddered and rose up off 
the mattress, keening deep in her throat.

       "Unnggeeeee!  Ohmmm! Unggeee!  Oh shit . . . that's hard!"

       "Oh, I'm sorry, honey, is that too hard?" Laura asked, sliding up and 
kissing her face, very concerned.

       Bonnie's face modulated from a sharp grimace into a smile.  "Oh no.  
It kinda felt good.  I just wasn't expecting it.  Nobody ever did that to me 
before."

       "Sucked you?"

       "Just that hard."

       Laura gave her a contrite smile.  "I get a little carried away."

       Bonnie tittered softly.  "You should feel how wet it made me.  You 
did that and I started to gushing."

       "Mmmm," Laura grinned, "guess I better find out."  She trailed one 
hand down Bonnie's silky black body toward her crotch, but Bonnie grabbed it 
before it could reach its destination.

       "Not yet," she said, charmingly pliant and warm and affectionate.  
"Let's kiss again a little.  And push together, like this.  I like to feel 
your body against me like this.  And my titties are all wet now.  They'll 
stick to yours."

       "I hope they do," Laura said, embracing her and mashing their naked 
breasts together, kissing her again passionately.

         "What do you call this?" Bonnie said quietly after a while, after 
more kissing and rubbing.  "You call it fucking?  I mean what we're doing.  
What we're going to do.  It really ain't fucking, is it?  Like, I think of 
fucking as . . . well, you have to have a stiff dick going in and out of 
you.  Right?"

       "Mmmmm, who cares what you call it when it feels so good," Laura 
murmured, burying her face in Bonnie's sweet black neck and running her 
hands up to her high, firm breasts.  "I want to suck your nipples again and 
make you pant."

       "You're already doing that," Bonnie smiled.  "The panting part.  This 
feels so great.  Can I suck yours a little?"

       "God, you can do anything you want to me, honey."

       Bonnie kissed her way down Laura's bare shoulder and upper chest to 
her small, perfect breasts, holding them in her slim dark hands and 
examining them closely.  "Yours are so . . . beautiful."

       She paused before saying it, as if finding the right word were 
difficult.  But then she began kissing and sucking one as if she had done it 
all her life.  Laura relaxed and let the warm, sensual feelings flow through 
her body.  "You're good at this," she whispered, caressing Bonnie's 
forehead.

       Bonnie grinned up at her.  "Beginner's luck.  You like it?"

       "I love it.  Do it harder."

       "You like it  that way too?"  Bonnie began to suck Laura's nipples 
aggressively, as Laura had sucked hers, going back and forth between them, 
and squeezing Laura's breasts passionately.

       In only a few moments Laura was writhing and mewling.  "Oh Jesus . . 
. that feels so good!" she panted to Bonnie.

       Her hands flittered over every part of Bonnie's smooth, naked body 
that they could reach, then pulled her up so she could kiss her mouth again. 
  There was no substitute for a deep, searing soul kiss.

       "Whatever you call it, I want to do it!" she panted to Bonnie.  "I 
want your beautiful pussy."

       Bonnie snickered.  "You all wet and hot too, like me," she smiled.

       "Yes."

       "I guess you'll have to show me what comes next.  I've never done 
this."

       Laura kissed her nose.  "I think you may have done it in another 
life.  You're very good at it."

       "You're going to make me blush."

       Laura was already devouring her.  Bonnie did not have a body like 
Nyomi's or Makeeda's--few women did; God knows I don't, Laura thought--but it 
was nevertheless quite beautiful in its own way, very well-proportioned and 
sleek and dark and curvaceous, and Laura could not keep her hands or mouth 
off any of it.  Especially that miracle ass.  Give me that beautiful ass, 
darling.

       She maneuvered Bonnie onto her stomach and began the supremely 
enjoyable task of making love to this hall of fame bottom.  She knew this 
was their first time, and Bonnie was proud of her ass but not yet into anal 
sex, and so her attentions had to be limited to kneading, kissing, gently 
biting, and other non-invasive caresses, but that was certainly enough for 
the present, and she spent a good five minutes lavishing an extraordinary 
amount of skilled lechery on these marvelous twin black moons.

       For her part, Bonnie enjoyed every second.  She squirmed and clenched 
her firm round buns, and panted and giggled and squirmed some more, tensing 
up only briefly when Laura's tongue snaked in between the hard bubbles, into 
the dark secret crease between them, which was extra deep because of the 
firm  swelling mounds.

       "Ooohhhh!  Ooohhhh shit . . . that feels . . . that tickles!  
Ummnnggghhh!  Oh shit, it feels good too!"

       "You like that?  You want me to stop?"

       "Don't stop!  Unhhhhh!  Oh shit, that feels good."

       "Oh Bonnie, you are so lovely.  I dreamed of this.  I looked at you 
in the sandwich shop and dreamed of kissing your wonderful ass all over like 
this."

       "You did?"  Bonnie lifted her cheek off the mattress and looked back 
over her shoulder at Laura, in disbelief.  "You really did?"

       "God, yes.  I wanted to touch you.  I quivered inside with the need 
to touch you.  I wanted to kiss you all over your body, and especially your 
beautiful ass.  Like this."

       Bonnie grinned.  She plopped her face down on the sheet again and 
gyrated her pretty ass suggestively up and back into Laura's face.  "I never 
knew," she said happily.  "I never knew you wanted to do that."

       Laura went on kissing it, but it became harder and harder for her to 
ignore the sweet, puckered, festering wet pussy just below Bonnie's curvy 
black moons.  The wonderful pungent odor alone, the odor of female in heat, 
was enough to curl her toes and fill her body with sharp lust.  She rolled 
Bonnie over gently and began to lick it.

       "Unh!  Unh!" Bonnie gasped immediately, very aroused by Laura's 
passionate attack.  "Oh!  Oh shit!"

       It was a beautiful small tight pussy, not at all like Nyomi's almost 
extravagantly opulent, floppy-lipped black orchid of a pussy that Laura had 
lately been hungrily slurping but instead a neat little slot of tight black 
cunt lips enclosing a fragrant pink trench of glistening wet cunt meat.  
Even though it was already puckering, Laura pulled it fully open gently with 
her thumbs and began tonguing and sucking it with concentrated skill, 
searching out Bonnie's little clit under its hood at the top and stabbing it 
repeatedly with the tip of her tongue.  Bonnie shuddered and moaned.

       "Ohhh!  Ohnnnnnnn!"

       Laura tongued and sucked her more passionately, now introducing two 
fingers into the soupy furrow of her pussy, fucking her gently and 
rhythmically with them, bringing her slowly up to the bursting point.  
Bonnie's sleek, undulating black body was enchanting to her, and when she 
began to clutch at her own breasts, pulling and squeezing them, Laura knew 
she was getting closer.  Surprisingly, she noticed that she now had three 
fingers in Bonnie's tight little pussy, and they were sliding in and out 
with ease.

       Bonnie had a snug but very wet and slippery pussy, and she seemed to 
be responding so excitedly to Laura's probing that Laura was inclined to be 
even more aggressive.  In seconds she had four fingers, then a wedge of 
five, in Bonnie's yielding slit, pushing, rotating, probing, funneling in.  
In the beginning she had had not the slightest intention of doing this, but 
before either of them knew it Laura's hand was completely inside Bonnie's 
tight pussy, and Bonnie was grimacing and wincing and moaning in intense 
pleasure, as well as disbelief.

       "Ahhhnnnnnnn!  Oh!  Unngghhh!  Ahhnnnnn!  Oh . . . shit!"

       She looked down, her face contorted in awe and shocking sexual 
pleasure as she saw Laura's arm from the wrist up protruding from her 
distended pussy.  But the sensations were clearly almost too intense to 
bear.

       "Unnnngghhhhh!"  Her hands rose up over her head to clutch the pillow 
behind her, and her eyes rolled up.  Her back arched and her lovely breasts 
swirled.  Her crooked elbows danced in the air above her forehead as she 
clawed the pillow.  "Unnggghhhh!  Oh!"

       Part of Laura wondered if this was going too far.  Fist-fucking a 
girl, a sweet, natural girl like Bonnie, during their very first moments 
together in bed, even if they had not planned it, seemed like pushing the 
envelope.  I shouldn't be doing this.  I should take my hand out and just 
suck her and make her come quickly.  Then apologize.

       But when she looked into Bonnie's blazing, beseeching dark eyes, she 
knew Bonnie did not want her to stop.  Bonnie was becoming more desperate 
and delirious with need by the second, now slowly gyrating her hips, as if 
to coax Laura into fist-fucking her more rapidly, more vigorously, instead 
of just pausing indecisively like this.

       She wants me to go on, Laura realized.  She's going to come.  She'll 
hate me if I stop now.  Oh honey!  I want you to come.  I want you to come 
so hard!  Your first time with me.  Come hard, okay?  You can come really 
hard this way.

       She kept up a steady, relentless, slow sliding with her hand, sliding 
it in and out of the tight, slippery crevice, and Bonnie accordingly fell 
into the slow, demonic, rhythmical gyration of it, now moaning almost 
constantly, her eyes locked with Laura's.  Both of them, Laura knew, were 
beginning to fall into that deep, intimate shared trance that mysteriously 
often accompanied fist-fucking, as if no more stirring connection were 
possible between two women, and a life-altering orgasm was about to occur.

       And Laura realized that it might.  At first Bonnie settled into the 
slow rhythm set by Laura's deliberate thrusting, but before thirty seconds 
or so she was churning and flexing more urgently, grimacing with need, her 
moans descending into low, guttural grunts and growls, punctuated by 
high-pitched whimpering.  It was all so desperately erotic that Laura too 
found herself yearning and pulsing with the need to come, to finish it, to 
explode, to merge with Bonnie in a conflagration of shrieking orgasms.

       "Unnmmgghhh!  Mmmmnnuuungggg!  Oh!  Auummnngghh!" Bonnie moaned, her 
lovely black body now glistening with a thin film of sweat as she and Laura 
both labored toward her fierce final moment.

       At one point she reached up frantically with one hand and gripped 
Laura behind the neck, pulling Laura's head down and craning up at the same 
time to kiss her.  Their mouths met and clashed in heated, clumsy passion, 
their tongues snaking out, their breath harsh and rapid.  Bonnie gyrated her 
hips and drove her pussy down on Laura's hand and wrist, pumping hard, so 
hard that they could not keep kissing.

       Her hand dropped from behind Laura's neck to Laura's forearm, just 
above where her wrist protruded from Bonnie's impaled pussy.  With a 
maniacal, desperate look streaking her dark eyes, she grabbed Laura's arm 
hard and bore down with her pubic bone, now not so much pumping but 
furiously jamming her cunt into Laura's hand, rocking, surging, gurgling and 
gasping crazily.  Then, to Laura's shocked amazement, her fingers dug into 
the flesh of Laura's arm and she began pulling Laura's hand in and out of 
her pussy almost violently, fucking herself with it almost as if Laura were 
not attached.

       "Nnnngggggg!  Ohhhmmnnggg!  Nuunngggg!"

       From here, of course, the end was not far off.  Bonnie groaned, 
grabbed one delectable swirling breast with her free hand, arched her back, 
and came in a delirious frenzy.

       "AUUNNMMMGGGNNHIIIEEEEEE!  UMMNNGGG!  ANNGGHHH!"

       Laura ran her own free hand up to Bonnie's other breast, cupping and 
squeezing it while Bonnie's shuddering body went into sharp convulsions of 
killing pleasure.  She had known the girl would come hard, indeed had hoped 
Bonnie would come very hard, and yet the full force of this shocking orgasm 
overwhelmed her.  And that could not even describe the effect it had on 
Bonnie, who seemed briefly destroyed by the whole thing, crushed, before 
stretching and flexing and rolling half onto her side, her arm over her 
face, which was obscured from Laura's view, her body still undulating and 
twitching helplessly through the last devastating spasms of a horrific 
climax.

       Laura's hand was still inside of Bonnie's squeezing pussy.  She could 
still feel the contractions of Bonnie's waning orgasm.  Bonnie was silently 
swooning, and Laura did not want to disturb her pleasure, her bliss, which 
was she reasoned still pretty intense.  But after a few moments she did 
slowly slide her hand out.  Bonnie was still very well lubricated, and it 
slid out easily.  Laura wiped it on the edge of the sheet and scooted up to 
embrace her.

       She realized that this was a more shocking initiation into the 
pleasures of lesbian sex than either had counted on for Bonnie.  She barely 
responded to Laura's kisses, but a smile of excruciating, even excoraiting 
pleasure remained locked on her face.  Laura pushed closer, wildly horny 
herself, she realized, in great need of a release, and thrilled all over by 
the feel of Bonnie's sleek, naked flesh pressing against her own.

       "Ohhhhnnnnn!" Bonnie finally emitted another moan, the first sound 
she had made in minutes, shifting slightly as she felt Laura's body pressing 
against her, moving to make it easier, to accept Laura's pushing.  Her 
eyelids fluttered open.  "Oh Laura."

       By this time Laura had locked her own thighs almost instinctively 
around one of Bonnie's and was slowly but quite desperately rubbing her 
pussy up and down on the hard muscle.

       "Oh Laura," Bonnie repeated, her eyes questioning, then falling down 
to Laura's crotch rubbing heatedly against her thigh muscle.

       "Just . . . hold on . . . for . . . a . . . second . . ." Laura 
panted to her, biting her lower lip, grimacing, pumping, already feeling the 
spark ignite, feeling the hot certain explosion hurtling toward its 
culmination deep inside her body.  "Oh yes! Oh Bonnie . . ."

       "Oh Laura."  Bonnie's arms encircled her, pulling her even closer, 
Bonnie's fingers biting into her flesh.  "Oh Laura . . . yes!"

       "Auunngghhmmnniieee!" Laura squealed into her neck, coming quickly 
and sharply, feeling the honeyfire boil up inside her belly and force her 
body to clench and judder.

       "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Bonnie panted in sympathy with Laura's orgasm, 
clutching her, holding her, until Laura's sharp quivering began to die away.

       The release made Laura giddy.  And wildly happy.  She could not 
suppress her laughter.  "Well . . . I guess that took care of my problem."

       Bonnie joined in the soft laughter.  "Took care of mine, too.  Shit, 
I never knew it was even possible to come like that."

       "Oh, you like that, do you?" Laura teased her, now regaining enough 
of her senses to kiss her again.  "You little pervert."  She tickled 
Bonnie's ribs.  "I usually make my girlfriends wait at least until the 
second time to get the fist."

       "Then I'm lucky, I guess," Bonnie said, solemnly.

       "I'm kidding!" Laura tickled her again.  "That happened completely by 
accident.  I didn't plan it.  It just sort of . . . happened."

       "Then I'm glad it did," Bonnie beamed.  "I thought I was gonna come 
forever."

       Laura hugged her tightly, luxuriating in the feel of their naked 
breasts squashing together.  "I thought you were too.  I was afraid to 
move."

       They indulged themselves in a long, leisurely, sensual kiss.  Laura's 
fingers again could not stay away from Bonnie's delectable round ass, and 
she stroked it lovingly but not in any sexually aggressive way, realizing 
that there would be plenty of time for that.

       "I don't know about you, but fucking makes me hella hungry," Bonnie 
finally whispered against her cheek.

       Oh god.  Laura's eyes rolled up playfully.  Another Dawn.  Fuck like 
a bunny.  Then eat like a goat.  "It makes me hungry for more of your 
beautiful pussy," she said, kissing Bonnie's nose.  "But I guess I'll have 
to wait.  I somehow have the feeling you mean that delicious-smelling slum 
gullion over there on the stove."

       Bonnie nodded, smiling.  "We gotta feed these bodies so they'll be up 
to what we put them through afterward."

       "Oooohhhhhh!" Laura giggled, rolling off the bed after Bonnie.  "That 
sounds like a promise."

       Bonnie flung her a thin little nightshirt from the closet behind the 
Murphy bed, slipping into a similar one herself.  She actually flirted with 
Laura as Laura slipped into hers.  "I actually think I could do that again," 
she said, shyly.  "You think I'm a sex maniac?"

       Laura grabbed her and kissed her again before she could escape to the 
small kitchen.  "If you are, then I know just the cure."

       Bonnie grew kittenish in her arms, still shy and flirtatious.  "You 
gonna fist-fuck me again?"

       "Only if you want."

       Without answering, Bonnie smiled in a deep, mysterious, and 
ultimately devastating way.  "Let's eat."



























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Mars, 1999-2007.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this 
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