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Laura - Chapter 320









   They were no sooner inside the door than they began tearing at each
other's clothes.  Of course at the airport they had already kissed
ravenously, gluttonously, in front of everyone, not caring what anybody
thought about these two beautiful women trying to inhale one another, just
as Makeeda exited customs.  Laura had assaulted her, grabbed her and
devoured her, and Makeeda had welcomed the assault greedily, clasping Laura
in an embrace that felt like two steel claws.



   But now they were home and did not have to conceal their violent lust
any longer.  They had hungered for one another in the past, especially
after Makeeda's travels finally brought her home again, but this time was
different.  A desperate, seething lechery seemed to grip them both.



   "Unh!  Unh!" Laura panted, kissing her smooth warm neck, groping her
firm breasts through her clothing, curling one arm around her and sinking
her fingers into one high round bun.  "Oh god, I didn't think you'd ever
come back!"



   "I'll always come back to you," Makeeda panted back, getting her hands
under Laura's loose sweatshirt and onto her warm flesh.



   The cats, living as usual in their eternal present, apparently did not
recognize Makeeda's voice, clotted with raw sexual excitement as it was,
and retreated rapidly to their safe places, peering out at this earthquake
of physical desire that had just engulfed the house.  Laura and Makeeda
fled down the small hallway in the dark, shedding clothes as they went. 
They were down to their underwear by the time they reached the bedroom.



   "Aren't you tired from your flight?" Laura whispered to her, trying to
get Makeeda's bra loose as she asked the question.



   "Not too tired for this," Makeeda panted, helping get her bra off,
pulling Laura's sweatshirt up over her head.



   Laura was not wearing a bra, and so they eagerly mashed their naked
breasts together, kissing voraciously, clanking teeth, sucking tongues. 
Now they stopped talking, being too busy devouring each other.  They fell
onto the bed without bothering to pull down the spread.  First Laura was on
her back, then Makeeda was on hers as they swarmed all over each other,
sucking and biting and probing and squeezing.



   "Ahhnnn!  Ahhnnn!  Oh god . . .  I love you!" Laura panted into
Makeeda's shoulder, gasping with sharp pleasure as Makeeda's lips sucked
one of her nipples deep into her mouth.



   Makeeda smiled and released Laura's nipple long enough to raise up and
kiss her hungrily again.  "You know I love you," she murmured back.  "You
know how I want you.  I've dreamed of this moment for a month."



   "I want to come with you," Laura gasped, knowing it was silly, and also
not easy to bring off, timing it that way, but nevertheless unable to stop
herself from saying it.  "I want us to come together."



   Makeeda grinned.  "You better be ready, then, because I don't think it's
going to take me long."



   "Me either," Laura laughed softly, embracing her with fierce passion. 
"Fuck me.  Love me."



   Both of them still had their panties on, but they quickly took care of
that.  Makeeda was again on top, sucking Laura's neck, biting her earlobe,
snuffling and mewling softly as her hands raced over Laura's body.  "God, I
need you," she panted, her hand darting between Laura's thighs.



   Laura rolled her onto her back, coming up on top this time, devouring
Makeeda's magnificent firm breasts, sucking her large, thick black nipples
voraciously.



   "Unh!  Oh!" Makeeda whimpered.



   "I want to fuck you with my pussy . . ." Laura panted, parting Makeeda's
hard thighs and slipping one leg under one of hers.



   She knew they were both so horny for each other that a quick, hot little
bit of tribbing would bring them both to the edge.  This way they could
fuck face to face, and kiss, and look into each other's eyes when they
came. The instant their pussies came together, mating in a wet, warm tangle
of slippery flesh and filaments of crotch hair, the ooze of their deep love
and hunger began to flow though their bodies from one to the other, slowing
them down, throbbing through their veins, easing them into a smooth,
gyrating rhythm of sensual hip churning.



   "Oh god . . .  yes . . .  just like that!" Makeeda gasped to her,
looking deep into Laura's eyes, her own searing, magical hazel eyes showing
a fierce longing Laura had not seen there for months.



   It was as if her few weeks in Paris had somehow increased the sharpness
of her need for Laura.  And Laura responded with an equal need.  She leaned
forward, stretching out her body so that she was entirely on top of
Makeeda's, altering their position so that each had her thigh in the
other's groin, and they could literally writhe together, kissing as they
fucked.



   "I do love you, Laura," Makeeda whispered against Laura's lips.



   "I do love you, Cynthia," Laura whispered back, unable to stop herself
in spite of the smoldering-fuck solemnity of the moment.



   But Makeeda, who sometimes bristled at being called by her real name,
was too much under the spell of this sacred mating to object, and she
merely smiled with brief amusement.  "I think you're going to make me
come," she whispered, hot hazel eyes throbbing.



   "I sure hope I am," Laura whispered back.  "Hold still."



   She shifted her position back to where they had started, scissoring
Makeeda and pressing their hot cunts together again.



   "Oh god, that is heaven," Makeeda panted, beginning slowly to undulate
under Laura.



   Even though Laura rarely thought of herself as the dominant aggressor,
she realized that with her other lovers she was often on top first, the one
to assume the superior position first.  But with Makeeda it had always been
a fifty fifty split, with neither one dominating the other for long, and
this time was no different.  Even though she started out on top, evidently
Makeeda's urgent lust was so compelling that in a few moments of twisting
and pumping and writhing together, Laura now found herself on her own back,
with Makeeda perpendicular to her, pushing her own pussy down into Laura's
and gyrating rhythmically and almost maniacally.



   Laura was mesmerized by the enchanting swirl of Makeeda's full,
perfectly shaped breasts just above her face, too far away to reach with
her ever-hungry mouth, but not far enough to escape her hands, which raced
all over them, cupping and squeezing the wonderful globes, while Makeeda
fucked her with increasing vigor and frenzy.



   "Mmmggghhh . . .  ohnnggghhh!" Laura grunted softly, pumping back,
hearing the bed springs begin to sing, also hearing Makeeda's low
whimpering as she relentlessly jammed her groin into Laura's, bringing them
both closer.



   "I . . .  missed you . . .  so . . .  much . . ." Makeeda panted as she
pushed her flowing pussy into Laura's, holding one of Laura's legs in
mid-air, her fingers caressing Laura's calf, her teeth gnawing her own
lower lip, her hazel eyes flashing and pulsing.  "So . . .  much . . ."



   "Mmmggghhh . . ." Laura gasped again, her hands sliding down Makeeda's
smooth, voluptuous body to her gyrating hips, holding them and jamming her
own groin up into hers, pumping wildly.  "Now . . .  ungghhhhh!  Now . . .
oh, now!"



   In a flash she realized that her goal, to get them to climax together,
had disappeared in a grinding urgency of this mutual need.  She could feel
the wave of her own incipient orgasm surging, receding, surging again, as
she tried to fit it into the wave she could discern in Makeeda's flexing,
pumping body.  Just when she felt they were totally in synch, the waves
would diverge again, then converge again just as quickly.  And now, with
the hard, relentless grinding of Makeeda's wet pussy into hers, she could
feel instead a total surrender on her part to the sweetly merciless love
assault Makeeda was unleashing on her, as if she, Makeeda, were not going
to be denied the opportunity to make Laura come, to make her come hard, a
shattering climax, a helpless, crushing spasm of ultimate rapture.



   And Makeeda got her way.  Laura began to come almost before she even
knew it, feeling her writhing body turned inside out by a sharp, wrenching
blast of scarifying ecstasy.



   "Auuoonggghh!" she howled, almost leaping off the mattress, except that
her body was pinned to it by Makeeda's bearing down on her.  "Oh!  Oh! 
Auunnggghhh!"



   "Mnnn . . .  mnnnngggg!" Makeeda grunted, fucking her with rough,
overpowering love, and grunting as her own climax began to rip her body,
only a few seconds after Laura's.  "Auunnnggghhhh!  Mmnnggiiieee!"



   They thrashed and groaned and came in fierce aftershocks for at least a
minute, clasped tightly in each other's arms, whinnying and mewling into
each other's ears.



   Then Makeeda slumped forward onto the still-panting Laura, dropping
Laura's leg, twitching and gurgling as the vestiges of a deep orgasm shook
her flesh, but fortunately not lapsing into one of her trances this time,
instead remaining conscious and breathing heavily into Laura's ear.  Laura
was still in heaven.  She could feel every inch of Makeeda's naked body
glued to her own.  Their cunts were no longer mated since Makeeda had
slumped forward, pulling their groins apart, but she could feel Makeeda's
luscious breasts mashing into hers, and Makeeda's fingertips still
fluttering over her body, seemingly everywhere.



   "Oh god . . .  oh god . . ." Makeeda moaned softly.  "Oh god, I love
you."



   Makeeda was strong, very strong, well-muscled from lots of hard
swimming, and Laura reflected, still pinned under her, that she herself had
probably not been fucked this hard since her few bouts with Brad Dickinson,
long months ago.  It usually took a man to overpower and pulverize you this
hard.



   "Honey . . .  you raped me," she said in a soft voice to Makeeda,
kissing her forehead, stroking her bare shoulders.



   Makeeda lifted her head and gave Laura a sheepish grin.  "I guess I
did," she said, still breathless.  She kissed Laura.  "If it makes me come
like that, I'll have to try it more often."



   "How selfish of you," Laura teased.  "Good thing, then, that it makes me
come pretty hard too." She wiped away the thin film of sweat from Makeeda's
smooth brown forehead and planted a kiss right in the middle of it.  "You
can rape me any time, darling.  I thought my body was going to turn inside
out."



   They rolled to the side and pulled down the bedspread, sliding between
the sheets, since they were now getting cold, having expended all their
body heat in a frenzy of thrashing lust.  But Laura could still not keep
her hands from running all over Makeeda's gorgeous, dark, naked flesh.



   "God, I've missed this body."



   "Oh, that's all I am to you?  A sexy body?"



   Laura kissed her soulfully.  "You are everything to me.  But I do love
this fantastic body, too, you know."



   By now the cats had rejoined them on the bed, realizing that the hot
fucking and groaning was over, at least for the present.  They also seemed
to have recovered some temporarily lost memory of Makeeda's voice and smell
and for the first time were welcoming her home.



   "I'll get some wine," Laura said, snatching up her bathrobe from a
nearby chair.  "And then I want to hear all about it.  Paris.  I'm so
envious I could squeal."



   She returned in moments with a freshly opened bottle and two stem
glasses, and they lounged drowsily with the cats for the next hour, while
Makeeda gave her a slow, disjointed narrative of her three weeks in Paris.



   "They . . .  really liked me, I think," she said, modestly.  "The
reviews were good.  At least so I was told, since I couldn't read them. 
The chairs were always filled.  The clapping was loud.  Everybody wanted to
fuck me, just like New York.  Or L.A."



   "Who could blame them?" Laura purred, pushing her face into Makeeda bare
shoulder and cupping one of her astonishingly lovely breasts with one hand.



   Makeeda looked alternately pensive and hesitant, as if wondering whether
to bring up something.  Then, she almost shrugged.  "I . . .  ran into a
friend of yours while I was there."



   This caused nothing but silence.  Laura wondered vaguely if perhaps a
friend of hers was vacationing in Paris and had showed up at the club where
Makeeda had been singing.  Then, slowly, as she saw the knowing look in
Makeeda's enchanting hazel eyes, it began to dawn on her.  "Shontay," she
half-whispered.



   Even though Shontay was an old lover, she didn't yet know if Makeeda
knew that.  Shontay had been very secretive and, when living in the U.S.,
reluctant to have it known that she liked to go to bed with girls, or
really with anyone.  At least with me, Laura thought, suppressing a smile.
Though she could hardly get enough of it.



   Makeeda smiled and nodded.  "She said to say hi to you." But Makeeda,
wonder of wonders, was `blushing.' That is, she would be blushing if she
were as pale as Laura.



   "That's all she said?" Laura pressed forward.  "Hi?"



   Makeeda was mute, mysterious.  "She . . .  told me about you two."



   Laura smiled, bemused.  "She did?  I'm shocked.  She never wanted anyone
to know, I think."



   "She may have changed.  She was at the club with two French women. 
Afterward, they invited me to their table.  Then . . .  they left . . . 
and she stayed."



   It slowly dawned on Laura that she was going to be told something not
trivial.  But she didn't want to hear it yet.  She steered the
conversation. "So, she told you about me.  What did she tell you?"



   Makeeda smiled.  "She thinks of you as the heroine of her life.  Just
like I think of you.  We had something in common."



   Laura laughed.  "Yeah.  You both got devoured by Laura."



   Makeeda grinned warmly.  "It's a bigger triumph than you might think."



   Laura petted Mingus and rubbed his tummy, in order to deflect her
emotions since she could feel herself actually blushing.  "So . . ." she
said, brusquely.  "You two went back to her place and screwed the night
away, right?  In memory of poor Laura, who was slumbering away here in
Berkeley with the cats."



   Immediately she felt a little guilty for saying this since she had
actually been gulping down Deshona, and Bonnie, and Nyomi in feverish fits
of lust ever since Makeeda had departed for Paris.  She saw Makeeda raise
one eyebrow skeptically since she knew Laura was no saint while she was
away.



   "She doesn't live in Paris so she was staying in a nearby hotel.  She
works for a big French company and was there on business.  We went to her
hotel."



   "Are you really going to tell me the details?" Laura asked, querulously.
She was always eager to hear details but felt a little ambivalent at the
moment.



   "You don't have to be so snippy about it," Makeeda said.  "She invited
me.  I was tired.  Flattered.  I accepted.  We had you in common.  If we
were good with you, we might be good with each other.  It isn't a federal
offense."



   "I'm sorry," Laura said contritely, meaning it.  "Really.  I am.  And
were you good together?"



   A slow smile spread across Makeeda's face.  She set down her wine glass
on the bedstand and cuddled closer to Laura, pulling Laura away from the
cat, pushing her magnificent naked breasts against Laura's.  "She can't
compare with you," she murmured, brushing Laura's face with her lips. 
"Nobody can."



   Laura laughed softly, finding it impossible not to respond to this. 
"You're evading the issue."



   "Do you want me to tell you in detail everything we did to each other?"



   "Yes."



   Makeeda smiled, half-maliciously.  "Then I guess you'd better go get
your box of goodies from the garage.  Because I think you're going to have
to . . .  you know . . .  force it out of me." She posed the last few words
as a half-question.



   Laura was not surprised but she was titillated by this suggestion.  Ever
since discovering the box of dildos and ropes and handcuffs and gags and
small whips in the garage, where Laura had made an obviously inept attempt
to conceal it, Makeeda had been trying to coax Laura into initiating her
into these dark mysteries of sex.  And to a degree she had succeeded,
having once manipulated Laura into handcuffing her, tying up her breasts,
fucking her with the Double Penetrator.  It had been thrilling for them
both, but Laura had adroitly maneuvered her way out of repeating it ever
since then.



   This time she let one hand stray down Makeeda's smooth but hard and
muscular back to her ass, caressing it first, then pinching one firm round
asscheek sharply.



   "Yiiiaaeee!" Makeeda winced, her body jerking in a spasm of pain.  Then
she burst into laughter.  "You shit!"



   "Can't take it, eh?" Laura teased her, smiling.



   She could see the water in Makeeda's eyes, appearing there without
warning.  "You little shit," Makeeda repeated playfully.  "Just for that
I'm not going to tell you anything."



   "Oh yes you are."



   Laura was again stroking the firm, round moon she had just pinched.  Her
hand cupped one half of this miracle ass, and even though she was supposed
to be playing the role right now of the angry domina who was threatening
dire punishments, she could not help letting her entire body exult in the
feel of this marvelous woman's silky bare skin and taut round flesh under
the slightly moving palm of her hand.  She knew this was no threat, and she
knew Makeeda also knew it, and also was exulting in it, this closeness,
this clutching hand on her ass, the hand of this woman who was going to . .
.



   Going to what?  Laura kissed her neck and continued stroking her ass,
moving her hand to the other cheek, then back.  She let her mouth slide
down to one of Makeeda's full, firm breasts, sucking the large black nipple
hungrily, still caressing her ass.  Makeeda squirmed.  Her breath
quickened.



   "You keep this up . . ." she panted, "and I might tell you . . . 
anyway."



   "You are going to tell me," Laura snarled playfully, now rubbing
Makeeda's ass harder with her hand, squeezing the firm, resilient flesh,
also maneuvering Makeeda's pelvis so that her ass was more available. 
Makeeda was a willing subject and twisted in the way indicated by Laura.



   "You love my ass, don't you," she murmured, eyelids heavy.



   It was not a question.  "When you are gone . . .  I think of your ass
and masturbate before going to sleep," Laura murmured, a bold lie, since
she usually had already had numerous orgasms in the arms of one of her
angels before returning home for bed.  "But I don't do it very often
because it scares the cats."



   Makeeda nuzzled her neck just below her jaw and ear.  "You are an
incorrigible liar," she murmured, "but go right ahead because I love to
hear your lies."



   Laura picked up the challenge.  "Sometimes they leap in the air and dive
off the bed in fright when I come."



   "Sure they do."



   "They wonder how we can be fucking when you're not here."



   "God, you have a marvelous imagination."



   Laura pinched her ass again.



   "Ouch!  That hurts!"



   "Are you going to tell me how you fucked Shontay's long, skinny body and
made her squeal and whimper?  Or do I have to spank you to get you to
confess?"



   Makeeda turned petulant, insolent, rolling away, pursing her sensual
lips defiantly.  "I'm not telling you a thing, you little bully.  I'm
stronger than you are.  You know that.  If you touch me you'll be sorry."



   Ooohhhh, Laura thought, this is getting to be fun!  I'm getting horny as
hell.  I'll bet she is, too.  She lunged for Makeeda, who had scooted off
to a corner of the huge bed.  "Come here!  I'm going to punish you."



   "Like hell you are," Makeeda exploded in laughter, scooting away
further.



   Moving around like this on the bed made Makeeda's very firm breasts sway
and swirl a little, which made Laura want them more than ever.  She wanted
to stroke and squeeze and suck them.  Makeeda could see it in her eyes,
which could not stay away from her naked, swaying breasts.



   "You lecher!' she teased Laura.



   "Come here, you bitch, so I can spank you."



   "In your dreams," Makeeda defied her.



   Laura lunged for her again.  This time the cats really did flee the
room. Things were getting too outrageous for them.  Laura grabbed Makeeda
and tried to turn her onto her stomach to spank her.  Makeeda was having
none of it.  Giggling, she wriggled free, but not before Laura got in
another good, hard pinch to her bare ass.



   "Ouuucchhhh!"



   "I'm gonna spank you sooooo hard!" Laura threatened, nevertheless
smiling.



   Realizing that Makeeda was right, she was stronger and quicker than
Laura and would always stay just out of reach, Laura lunged desperately,
wildly for her again, this time grabbing her, overpowering her and forcing
her onto her back.  The thrill of all their warm, naked flesh rubbing
together in this violent tussle shot through them both.  Laura rolled her
over and began smacking her luscious dark brown ass with the palm of her
hand, spanking her sharply and without mercy.



   It was such a sexual thrill that she wondered how either of them could
stand it.



   "Owww!  Ungghhh!  Oh . . .  oh shit!  Owcchhhh!  Shit!  Laura, that
hurts!  Aiieeee!  Owwnnnncchhh!"



   But Makeeda made no attempt whatsoever to evade the loud smacks Laura
was delivering with the flat of her hand to her beautiful, shapely moons.
She even clenched them deliciously before each blow, the sight of which
made Laura's own pussy flutter and twitch.  She could hardly stop herself
from letting her palm gently caress the bulging round ball of each asscheek
after smacking it hard.  But she had to stay on message, within the borders
of her role.  This was punishment, feigned punishment of course, and not a
loving, or even a lustful, caress.  It was meant to hurt, not too much, but
just enough.



   And apparently it was working.  Makeeda squirmed.  Her face was
contorted with pain, and tears streamed down her cheeks.



   "Owwnncchhh!  Oh shit!  Stop, Laura stop!  God . . .  that hurts! 
Aiiieee!"



   But still she made no move to escape.  Laura's hand cracked into her
bare ass again and again.  Laura herself was so caught up in the sexual
excitement of the moment that she was breathing too hard to speak.  And
Makeeda knew it.  Looking over her shoulder, she could see that Laura was
so deeply entangled in the sexual magic of this activity, as she herself
was, that anything was possible.



   "Oh god . . .  you're going to make me come again," Makeeda gasped, as
if astonished to discover it, as if this wasn't where they had been heading
all along.



   "Yes . . ." Laura gasped, panting feverishly now, still spanking her
vigorously.  "Yes . . .  I am!  I'm going to make you come hard, you bad
little girl!"



   She could see the shiny wet hot-pink crease of Makeeda's swollen,
aroused pussy glimmering below the full, gleaming black moons of her
incredible ass, this beautiful naked ass that she was thwacking and
smacking mercilessly.  She could even feel the warmth against her hand, now
that she had whacked each hard moon so sharply so many times.



   Quickly, Makeeda twisted her body to half-face Laura.  "I want you to
fuck me with that strap-on!" she said in a half-desperate voice.  "That one
with the ridges.  Quick.  Can you get it?"



   "It's in the living room.  In my bag."



   "Get it.  Please!  Quick."



   Laura hopped off the bed, naked as a jaybird, as the saying went, and
dashed to the living room, where she snatched up her small valise, which
was behind one of the easy chairs.  The cats peeked at her in awe from
behind the furniture.  She was back in the bedroom in a flash, quickly
adjusting the apparatus, watching Makeeda's eyes widen as she saw the long
ridged stalk jut suddenly out of Laura's groin.  Laura grinned at her.



   "Open wide, you naughty little thing, and take your punishment."



   But by this time both of them had trouble preserving the charade.  Still
clearly tense from sexual need, Makeeda rolled onto her back and parted her
deliciously shaped dark brown thighs, exposing the entire long inflamed
seam of her aroused black-edged pussy, the interior of which glistened hot
red and shiny, and looked up at Laura with deeply submissive eyes.  Laura
slid up between them and lodged the head of the dildo in the wet groove,
then pushed it home almost violently, ripping it up into Makeeda with a
force that was perhaps sharper than she expected.



   "Ungghh!" she grunted, wincing as the long, ridged shaft pierced her
body.  "Oh . . .  shit!"



   Laura leaned down to embrace her and immediately began to fuck her with
almost savage rapacity, fucking her deep, fucking her hard, snuffling and
grunting herself as she slammed the dildo into Makeeda's tight pussy and
made her yelp and squeal.  At the same time she held Makeeda's head in both
hands and kissed her ravenously, raping her mouth, sucking her neck, biting
her cheeks, nipping her earlobes, panting obscenities into her ears while
she fucked her pussy mercilessly, rapidly, deeply.



   "Auungghh!  Unh!  Unggh!  Ohnnggg . . .  oh shit!  Unghh!  Laura . . .
so . . .  deep!  Awwonngg!  Oh!  Oh yes . . .  right there!  Like that . .
. ungghhh!  Oh god!  Yes . . .  yes!" Makeeda panted, whimpering, yelping,
whinnying softly as Laura fucked her.



   But this rabid violence was impossible to maintain for long.  Laura,
afraid the dildo would slip out from all this frenetic thrusting, slid one
hand down to grip it.  Now, still holding it and sure it would stay in
place, she picked up the pace again, stabbing it deep into Makeeda's
writhing body, watching her grimace and wince as the monster sank deep into
her cunt.  Makeeda jackknifed her legs and raised her knees high in the air
on either side of Laura's head, where they bobbed and swirled in the air as
Laura repeatedly slammed the stalk deep into her body, making her squeal
and almost shriek with fierce sexual excitement.



   It was such a wild fuck that Laura was amazed it could last as long as
it did.  She found herself wondering if they had ever fucked this crazily.
Maybe once or twice.  Maybe not.  Makeeda was squirming and writhing and
shrieking, Laura was grunting and thrusting sharply, and the bed creaked
and shook with the violent motion of their striving bodies.  Laura devoured
Makeeda's perfect breasts, and still fucked her hard, her own body
contorted into a pile-driving mechanism of lust, plowing her, piercing her
with love, sucking Makeeda's swollen black nipples until she squealed.



   "Aiiieeee!  Ohnnggg . . .  oh shit!  Oh god!  Auunngghnnmmm! 
Owwnncchhh! Unh!  Unh!  Yes!  Yes!"



   And then she began to make an unearthly sound deep in her throat, a
wild, eerie angel's cry of supreme rapture, and Laura knew she was
beginning to come.  Makeeda's body suddenly relaxed into long, flowing
undulations instead of the sharp, jerky, convulsive spasms that had been
wrenching her only moments before this.  Then, out of the undulations she
rose suddenly into a fierce stiffened state, quivering and gasping, and
then from that immediately dissolved into twitches and strangled shrieks of
ecstasy.



   "Auunnngghmmnniieee!  Ohnnnggghiiieeee!  Unmmmmmm!  Ungh!  Oh . . .  oh
. . .  auunnnggghmnnnniieee!"



   She wailed and moaned and sobbed through a long, wrenching episode of
intense coming that was nothing like what Laura had seen her do before. 
Not the `I'm dying' orgasm that resembled a grand mal seizure, or the other
more normal kinds of climaxes akin to what ordinary women had.  This was a
cataclysm of a new kind for Makeeda, at least when she was climaxing in
Laura's arms, a fiercely intense thunderclap followed by a long, twitching
release that summoned sweet sounds from her throat that Laura had never
heard before.



   And then it was over, almost as soon as it had begun.  They lay panting,
Laura on top of Makeeda, then dildo still deeply embedded in Makeeda's
body, neither one willing to pull apart.  "If you move, I'll never speak to
you again," Makeeda whispered into Laura's ear, which was just inches from
her lips.



   "I'm here forever," Laura whispered back.  "I want to be buried this
way."



   Another minute passed without either one speaking.  Then Makeeda
whispered, "You are a little heavy, though." She stirred as if to shift
Laura's weight to the side.  "Been hitting the Big Macs while I was gone?"



   "You nasty thing," Laura smiled, lifting her head so that they were face
to face, still not moving, brushing her lips against Makeeda's.  "Are you
implying that I'm getting fat?  Just for that I might rape you again."



   "Oh god," Makeeda sighed theatrically, "please don't.  You'll put me in
the hospital.  I've never been fucked that hard by anybody.  You have more
strength in this skinny little body than anyone could ever imagine."



   Now they disengaged and rolled apart, Laura disposing of the wet
strap-on and its harness at the end of the bed, but not too far away since
she was feeling a real need for Makeeda to quickly return the favor.  They
stretched out on their sides and embraced, kissing now more with deep love
than sexual invitation.



   Makeeda put her forefinger on Laura's nose and kissed her forehead. 
"Thank you for that.  I really needed it.  You are the love of my life. 
And a flaming terror between the sheets."



   "You're embarrassing me," Laura blushed a little.  "Now tell me about
your evening with Shontay.  Or was there more than one.  Evening, I mean."



   Makeeda crinkled her nose.  "One.  Only one.  She is very long and
skinny.  Much skinnier than you."



   "Thanks for that, at least."



   "It takes her forever to come.  You knew that too."



   Laura nodded.  "But she's sweet in her vulnerability."



   Makeeda shrugged.  "Maybe.  I didn't see that side of her.  Maybe France
has changed her.  My feeling was that she was really fucking you through
me. That is, I was your lover, so she could get close to you again through
me.  I never had the feeling that she really cared about being in bed with
me for myself."



   "Poor darling," Laura scooted closer, pressing her entire body into
Makeeda's.  "How could anyone ever feel that way about you?  All I do, the
whole day through, is dream of you.  And want you to fuck me.  Why don't
you do it now?  And we'll pretend it's for Shontay, so she gets her way. 
In honor of her, you do me like I just did you."



   Makeeda smiled, warming up to it quickly.  "Guess I could give it a
try." She kissed Laura more heatedly, reaching down toward the end of the
bed for the strap-on.  "Think I'm just going to leave her out of it,
though. If you don't mind."



   Laura grinned and shook her head, rolling onto her back in anticipation.
"I don't.  I don't mind at all."























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in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html. 
(C) Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2008.  It is unlawful to reprint or
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