       Chapter 319
       
       
       
       
       About twice a year Laura awoke after having an erotic dream involving Deshona.  Since she rarely slept overnight with any of her lovers, except for Makeeda, she was usually alone when these dreams occurred, though once she had been lying next to Sara.  On that occasion her body was so aroused from the dream that she remembered having swarmed over Sara and consumed her with steamy passion, a sweet surprise that Sara had accepted with ardent reciprocity.
       
       But usually when it happened, she was alone.  And so it happened this time.  She was sleeping in bed with the cats, who positively relished the luxury of no sex to interfere with their sensual slumbers (when Makeeda was home they were not so lucky).  She awoke to find the sheets all tangled, as if she had been thrashing and squirming around in them for hours.  And her body was on fire.
       
       The cats peeked warily at her from the end of the bed.  Oh god, you guys, Im so horny for her, she heard herself saying softly, idiotically, to them.  Her, assuming the cats could understand English, would mean Makeeda to them, and so she did not feel obliged to assume any guilt for this hapless utterance.
       
       Some things, it seemed, were never going to pass.  She had just about got over her guilt and longing for Sara, which was overshadowed by her deep love for and commitment to Makeeda.  She had a brief flaring of passion now and then for Dawn, or Jane, or even the dangerous Dee Dee, not to mention her affection for many others.  But Deshona was a deep-down obsession, she knew.  It was no diminution of Makeeda to acknowledge that there was a deep chamber in her heart where her feelings for Deshona were locked away, and where they would be fresh and vibrant forever.  And in my pussy too, unfortunately, she realized.  
       
       Last time she had felt this, she had fired off an email to her.  Deshona had responded at once, even flying back before she had intended from Tucson to spend a glorious night in bed with Laura.  But I cant keep begging her for it, can I? Laura thought.  Shell start thinking things are not right between me and Makeeda, whereas nothing could be further from the truth.  Its just that I want her.  I cant . . . stop these dreams.
       
       By this time, however, she could not recall what had been happening in the dream: what they were doing to each other, what positions, what they accomplished, who came.  I didnt come.  I wouldve remembered, she thought.  The cats had, after their momentary attention, drifted back to sleep.  Instead of pictures of Deshona in her mind, she could summon only pictures of Makeeda.  Probably because of the surroundings, she surmised.  Our house, our bed, our cats; familiar smells, familiar sounds.  Still, she too, like the cats,  drifted away in a reverie in which she and Makeeda were intercoiled in a sweet pretzel of love that in a few minutes, with the help of her hand,  brought her the climax she had not had in her dream.  
       
       Unnnhhhh . . . ahhhnngggg!  Oh!  Ohhhhnnngggg! she groaned, coming in a beautiful seizure.
       
       Again this woke the cats.  They blinked and stared at her with infinite, ethereal patience, then went back to sleep once again.  After a few minutes of luxuriating in her fantasy and kissing Makeedas image in her mind about a thousand times, she got up and dressed for work.
       
       But she did not forget Deshona.  Frequently, an orgasm like the one she had had after her dream would be enough to keep her mind off sex during the day, but this dream had got under her skin.  She kept having flashbacks of Deshona, naked in her arms, her round melon breasts pushing into Lauras own.  Very disconcerting.
       
       Im having a heat for you, she whispered, leaving a message on Deshonas voice mail.  Call me if youre in the country.  Even if youre not.
       
       She got a reply on her own voice mail that evening, just before leaving work.  A hushed, breathy, alluring voice.  Im not.  Im in Toronto.  I wont be home until the fifth.  Pause.  God, Laura, you make me wet.  And all at the most uncomfortable times.  I cant just fly home like I did last time.  Too much at stake.  Another pause.  You make me so wet.  Another meaningful pause.  Call me on the fifth.  I hope she wont be home by then.
       
       But Makeeda was home by then, home for three glorious weeks, during which the heat for Deshona completely vanished from Lauras universe.  She had a triple heat for this woman, whose infrequent reappearances filled her life with fun and deliriously happy sex.  By the time Makeeda flew off at the end of it for her first-ever club engagement in ParisParis! Laura had cried with deep envy.  Paris!  Youll fall in love, theyll fall in love!  Ill never see you again!they had performed nearly every sex act they had in their repertoire it seemed a dozen times, and both were ready for a little rest.  I think even if she were staying we might not have sex for a week, Laura thought, exhausted, as she drove Makeeda to the airport.  And she was relieved to discover that Makeeda had been thinking the same thing.  I dont think you have to worry about me being unfaithful in Paris, she said calmly.  You fucked me enough for three battalions of kinky French lesbians.  Itll take me two weeks just to recover.
       
       One might think so, Laura grinned in agreement.  But in truth, the following day at work she found her mind drifting back to Deshona with increasing fervor.  She had kept the phone message from Toronto and could not forbear playing it over and over for herself.  I make her wet.  God, just hearing her say it makes me wet!
       
       Finally, though it was weeks later, she replied.  Im sorry.  She came back.  You know I couldnt get away.  And I get to see her so seldom.  And I love her, you know that.  I suppose youre gone again now too, just like she is.  You two globe-hopping women of my dreams.  And then she added, just before hanging up, You make me wet.  Just thinking of you.
       
       She was home feeding the cats and broiling herself a pork chop when she got a call on her cell phone.  Im here, Ive just been waiting for your call, Deshona said.  Hop in that car and get down here.
       
       Oh god, youre kidding! Laura sighed.  I just got home.  Ive been working all day.  Im exhausted.  Its six.  Imagine what the traffics like on 101 at this hour.
       
       Deshona laughed softly.  Imagine what my pretty little black pussy is like wanting Laura to be all over it inside and out.
       
       Laura laughed softly back.  Phone sex, eh?  Youre making it awfully hard on me.  What about tomorrow night?  I can get the neighbors to feed the cats and been down there right after work.
       
       Though disappointed, Deshona agreed.  She arrived at her house in Burlingame at almost the same time Laura did the following day, driving up in her silver Mercedes just as Laura was getting out of her white Camaro.  Both were still dressed in their tailored business garb, looking crisp and professional, though perhaps a trifle wilted at the end of a busy day.  They could be meeting like this for an evening conference, or perhaps a real estate deal.
       
       But were not, Laura grinned secretively to herself.  Were meeting to get naked and take each other to heaven!  Her thighs actually quivered under her skirt as she contemplated it.  Deshona could see something in her face, in her expression, that instantly connected with what she was feeling herself.  She pursed her full, sensual lips in a schoolmarmish way.
       
       Come on, she said, smiling with sweet sarcasm, leading Laura up the steps to the front door, we better get inside before we cause an earthquake out here with our horniness.  The rabbits and the possums are all going to commence fucking their ears off out here on the front lawn.
       
       Oh . . . are you feeling that way too? Laura asked airily, feigning a vague disinterest.
       
       Deshona locked the door behind them and turned to Laura.  Once Laura had, early in their relationship and with great effort, broken through the icy reserve that Deshona habitually wreathed herself in for protection, they had, she could remember, several times at this point quickly fallen to ripping off each others clothes on the spot, without even getting to the bedroom.  Like those hetero scenes in the movies where they flung one another against the walls and fucked in a purple fury of lust.  She could see Deshona remembering it too.  Would they do it now?  Would they fall to the floor in the entryway and fuck in a hot frenzy?
       
       It being Deshonas house, Laura let her lead the way.  Plus, there was her dog Molly to worry about, a huge, fierce-looking Rottweiler who was actually gentle and docile, to Laura at least.  In the past they had definitely alarmed Molly by fucking insanely on the floor, clearly not the place for these odd humans to let loose the full extent of their frothing lechery.  The edge of Deshonas very sensual mouth curled upward in an inviting grin.
       
       Are you going to kiss me, or do I have to beg?
       
       Laura took a step toward her, encircling Deshona with her arms, clasping her fingers together behind her waist.  Im going to do a lot more than kiss you, she murmured.  Will Molly attack me?
       
       Molly is at the kennel.  I just got home from Toronto yesterday and havent had time to pick her up yet.  I guess you can make me scream . . . and no one will save me.  She smiled. 
       
       Oooohhh . . . good.  Laura brushed her lips against one phenomenally smooth dark cheek.  I want to kiss you all over your body, she breathed.
       
       They kissed in a long, lingering, expressive way, not insatiably passionate as Laura had thought they might be, but instead taking their time, a deeply friendly as well as smoldering kiss, full of sex and touching affection, lasting several minutes, very wet.  
       
       Nobody kisses like my Laura, Deshona whispered, sliding her wet lips across Lauras cheek to her neck and her ear, letting her tongue burrow into it.  God, I miss you.  I envy the singer.
       
       The singer is in Paris, Laura whispered back sardonically.  You might very well envy her.  I envy her.
       
       Deshona nipped her earlobe.  I know how to make you forget, she whispered.  Let me freshen up.  Thats a clever way of saying I have to use the bathroom.  You know your way around.  Ill meet you in the bedroom in three minutes.  Theres a bottle of champagne in the fridge if you want to pick it up on the way.
       
       Laura ran her hands quickly over Deshonas small but curvaceous body, through her clothes.  Youre my champagne, she murmured.  Hurry.  I want you.
       
       Deshona giggled, breaking free.  God, I wont be able to pee, Im so horny.
       
       Just relax, Laura winked.  We have all night.
       
       I know, Deshona smiled, almost bashfully.  Thats what makes me so horny.
       
       They had come a long way, Laura mused as, after a decent pause of a few minutes, she went slowly down the hall to Deshonas master bedroom in the rear of the house.  Deshona had had formidable defenses against Lauras subtle thrusts.  She remained very ambivalent about Charles, her ex-husband, who nevertheless manipulated her emotions shamelessly, while diddling his blonde on the side.  She hated him but could not tear herself away from him.  
       
       And she was as cold as the sharpest, most frigid icicle, peremptory, contemptuous, even mean to Laura, who did not take long making it clear that she was fatally smitten and would not take no for an answer.  It seemed she had labored for months to break through the ice.  And when it finally happened, she found that the fire under the ice was hot enough to melt diamonds.  A new kind of relationship had been born for both of them, one that certainly could be called love, and also certainly lust, but that did not require them to possess each other to the exclusion of all others.  Indeed, for a while, almost another year, Deshona had continued her tormented connection to Charles, and Laura had fallen deeply into another kind of love with Sara.
       
        And yet there remained a sacred little place both of them guarded for each other.  It was a very unsentimental and yet a deeply reverent feeling they shared, made doubly strong by the fierce physical hunger they had.  They could feel the pull of each other across the continent.
       
       Laura sat on the edge of the bed as Deshona exited from the adjacent bathroom, sans her suit jacket, with the tails of her blouse hanging outside her skirt.  She looked deliciously rumpled and sexy.  Success? Laura asked, wryly.
       
       Deshona tittered.  I emptied the tanks.  I dont want anything coming out but . . . oh, you know what.
       
       Deshona did occasionally ejaculate, much to her own distress and Lauras amusement, this being the only woman she had known who actually came, or at least gushed from time to time, especially when she had a deep, convulsive, rupturing sort of orgasm.  She stood up and enfolded the enchanting small woman with the large breasts in her arms once more.
       
       Mmmm, and Im going to do my best to squeeze it out of you, she purred, nuzzling Deshonas smooth brown neck.  She began unbuttoning Deshonas blouse.  We better take this stuff off before we rip it off.
       
       Deshona played coy and kittenish all of sudden, pulling away, tilting her head, giving Laura an ingnue smile.  Not so fast.  Remember the first time we . . . did it?
       
       How could I ever forget?
       
       You tried . . . and tried.  To get me into bed, I mean.
       
       I succeeded, too, Laura smiled.
       
       But it was a struggle, you have to admit.  I was . . . afraid.
       
       Laura reached out and took her hand, pulling her back.  And look at you now, she murmured, again brushing her lips against Deshonas smooth, dark brown cheek.  Playing the tease.  A little lesbian temptress, making me crave you.
       
       You know, Jill . . . and Lupe . . .these were Deshonas other lesbian lovers, the ones she had acquired after Laura, at least the only two Laura knew abouttheyre jealous of you.  They wish they had been the first.  I guess maybe I talk about you too much.  Laura this, Laura that.  She makes me come so hard.
       
       You dont tell them that! Laura scoffed.
       
       Deshona giggled again, a sweet, girlish giggle that was so out of character until you knew her as well as Laura did.  She was ordinarily very frosty and curt and all business, so that these little moments of girlish mirth and playfulness were a total revelation.  She shook her head.  No . . . I keep that to myself.  Sometimes, thinking how you make me come, it makes me come that way with them too.  See how magical you are.
       
       Laura made a face.  Pressure.  Pressure pressure.  Now I have to live up to that reputation.
       
       Deshona kissed her heatedly, as if to make her stop talking.  Nobody ever made me come like you do, she whispered hotly into Lauras ear, breathing hot, moist breath into it too, following the breath with her tongue.  

       Laura shivered and giggled herself, digging her fingers into Deshonas back through her blouse.  She realized that it was wholly appropriate that Deshona should bring up their first time together, in bed, since it was so essential a part of the magic that drew and held them together.  It had indeed been a long courtship process, with a pot of gold at the end; and reliving it, celebrating it, over and over was a sensible as well as a sizzling, erotic way to honor its place in their history.
       
       If you keep doing that, Im going to fuck your brains out with The Emperor until you scream and come a thousand times, she murmured into Deshonas delicious neck.  Now, get these clothes off and give me that marvelous body.
       
       Again Deshona laughed and squirmed away.  Will you really?  Will you do that?  What you said?
       
       Laura frowned, but playfully.  Dont tell me you left The Emperor with Jill, like last time.
       
       Deshona gave her a sexy smirk, then flounced over to the magnificent mahogany bureau and opened one drawer.  She pulled the entire apparatus, harness belt and all, out of the drawer and dangled it in front of Laura, holding it by her thumb and forefinger.  I would never forget twice, she said, solemnly, then broke into another devilish grin.
       
       The Emperor was an extra-large strap-on dildo that Deshona especially favored since it reminded her of her husband Charless huge penis.  She might hate him now, but during the years of their marital struggle he had often fucked her doggy style into excruciating star showers of coming with a skill that she claimed only Laura could rival.  The Emperor, strapped to Lauras crotch, had, according to her, brought her even deeper ecstasies than Charles had ever procured her.
       
       She came back across the room to Laura and tossed it on the bed.  It did look really obscene and especially thrilling: huge, dark brown, all rippling with imitation veins and sporting a gigantic swollen bulbous head, looking fierce and massive, like it would split you open with rapture.
       
       You better pull down that expensive spread unless you want to get ravished on top of it, Laura said, playfully threatening.
       
       Deshona slowly pulled the bedspread and the top sheets and blankets down to the foot of the bed.  Oooohhh, I so love it when youre mean.  Remember when you spanked me . . . and then . . . oh god, my heart flutters just remembering it.
       
       Laura pulled her close and started removing her blouse again, kissing each smooth swatch of bare dark brown skin that came into view.  I remember it . . . and if you dont shut up and get undressed Im going to spank you again.  And then you wont get fucked by The Emperor, which we both know you want.
       
       Deshona giggled softly and began unfastening Lauras buttons too.  I dont see why you cant do both, she said, nipping Lauras ear lobe, getting Lauras blouse free and tossing it away onto the floor.
       
       Hey, careful there! Laura laughed.  Im billing you for every piece of ruined clothing.
       
       She got Deshonas off too and her fingers were scrabbling with Deshonas bra clasp, behind her back.  Like Laura, she wore sexy, lacey underwear, which made undressing her an added delight, as if her marvelous petite body coupled with her large, round breasts werent already enough to heat the blood of the most phlegmatic lover, which Laura was certainly not.  
       
       Deshona was already panting.  Charge me whatever you want, you bitch.  Ive waited for this moment.  I want you to give it all to me.
       
       Now their upper bodies were naked, their hands racing, unable to decide whether to dive lower to get rid of the remaining clothes or to stroke and knead and dig into the flesh already exposed.  Deshona was sucking her neck, her shoulder, while Laura was filling her hands with the womans gorgeous firm round breasts, the melons, as she teasingly called them, lightly pinching and twisting Deshonas nipples.
       
       Here . . . quick! Deshona gasped as they both finally tore out of their skirts and panties.  She pulled Laura down with her on the bed, her hands sliding down to Lauras ass and squeezing her buns hungrily.  Give it to me hard.  Ill give it back, if you do.
       
       Laura smiled, kissing her mouth savagely, pinching her erect nipples more sharply.  I know you will.
       
       The problem they faced was how to stop this frenzy of lust long enough for Laura to put on The Emperor.  Neither one of them seemed willing to pause.  They were devouring each other, mashing their naked breasts together, wriggling and squirming together, drinking each others mouth, sucking each others flesh everywhere, digging their fingers hungrily into each other.  

       Laura tried to slide her face down to Deshonas breasts, these large, firm melons, so unusual on such a petite woman, so firm that you could barely get her nipples completely into your mouth.  But Laura loved to try.  Unfortunately, as she was trying to get there, Deshona beat her to the punch and got her own mouth on Lauras breasts first. 
       
       Oh darling, I love these beautiful boobs, she gasped, sucking one of Lauras nipples so deep into her mouth that Laura let out a soft little yelp, more of shock than pain.
       
       Aiieee!
       
       But they had done this so often that Deshona did not even stop to inquire if she were hurting her.  Instead, she moved her mouth to Lauras other nipple and sucked it just as hard.
       
       Unnnuunnnuunnn! Laura half-grunted, pushing her breast into Deshonas face.
       
       For half a minute she let Deshona feast on her breasts, but then she struggled free and slid down to assault Deshonas wonderful melons herself, sucking and squeezing them voraciously.  
       
       Oh! Deshona gasped, writhing under Lauras mouth.  Oh!  Oh!
       
       I cant fuck you without kissing your beautiful pussy first, Laura panted frantically to her.  You have the most beautiful pussy of all.  I want it.  I want a taste.
       
       I want you to fuck me! Deshona panted back.
       
       I will . . . I will.  Just . . . let me do this first.  I need it.  I need your beautiful pussy.  Give it to me.
       
       If you suck my pussy, Ill come, Deshona panted, trying to pull Laura up while Laura was trying to slide down her body.  
       
       Laura laughed softly.  You sure will.
       
       I want to come while youre fucking me.
       
       Picky picky, Laura said, kissing her inner thighs, pushing them apart, sliding lower.
       
       Deshona had such a beautiful pussy that she could not restrain herself.  It was like a curved black shell with a dark pink interior, with long, sinuous black lips and a parabolic shape, a puckering little mouth of love.  Deshonas small clit was already showing, swollen and pinkish, protruding halfway from an over-large, glossy little hood, as if crying suck me, suck me, make me come, make me explode.  And Laura could never refuse such a request.
       
       She began licking it thirstily, and Deshona began quivering and mewling.  Do you . . . really think . . . I . . . have a . . . beautiful . . . pussy? she panted, looking down her stomach at Lauras head between her yawning thighs.  
       
       Mmmmm, are we fishing for compliments? Laura grinned up at her, slithering her tongue into it and withdrawing it slowly across the tiny protruding bead of Deshonas clit.
       
       Unnnnhhhnnnnn! Deshona gasped, her pelvis shuddering uncontrollably.  Oh god!
       
       Laura stopped and looked up.  If you come, youll spoil everything, she said, with fake solemnity, realizing that Deshona was so overwrought she might indeed come before they got to the dirty deed itself. 
       
       Deshonas black eyes blazed.  Then fuck me, you bitch, she breathed.  I cant take any more.
       
       Without a word, Laura slid down to the end of the large bed, where they had pushed The Emperor.  She had it strapped on and fastened in place in under thirty seconds and returned to Deshonas widely spread thighs, unable to keep her eyes off the beautiful inflamed red gash of the womans gaping pussy.  Better turn yourself over, my darling, she drawled.  If you have a specific position youre requesting.
       
       They both knew what this was.  Her eyes glowering at Laura, though not with anger so much as fierce, throbbing sex need, she slowly rolled over onto her stomach, exposing the incredible high round buns of her lovely ass.  She scrunched up a little on her knees as Laura slid a pillow under her abdomen, which lifted her ass even higher, and now made her festering, inflamed cunt more vulnerable to the invasion that was about to happen.
       
       With no further delay, Laura moved up between her thighs and lodged the head of the monster in the wet, dark red, shiny groove of her swollen pussy.  Extending her arms forward, she ran her hands sensually all over Deshonas beautiful back, reacquainting herself with its exquisite shape and smoothness.  Pushing with her hips and sliding the enormous Emperor into Deshonas tight but slippery pussy, she also gloried in the pleasure of feeling the warm smooth flesh of Deshonas back under her fingers.  
       
       She loved it, she loved every inch of it.  She leaned forward, with the Emperor now embedded completely in Deshonas body, and pressed her naked breasts into it while she kissed the nape of Deshonas neck, holding up the cascading curls of her hair with one hand to expose it.  Deshona shivered and moaned softly. 
       
       Laura was not finished.  Almost forgetting the huge appendage that now jutted from her groin, that was deeply impaling her lovers pussy, she let her lips and fingers roam over the warm flesh of Deshonas delicious back, kneading the special, secret nerves under her shoulder blades, which made her moan louder and jerk in soft, spastic little twitches of extreme pleasure.  She ran her mouth up and down the shallow groove in the center of Deshonas back, as low as she could go without pulling out, letting her hands do the rest, letting them descend to Deshonas extremely narrow waist, probing and massaging the firm flesh above her ass, then letting her hands dip under Deshonas body and slide up between it and the sheet until they were under the firm round globes of her large breasts, her hands filled with them, squeezing them, feeling the hard thick bullets of Deshonas nipples drilling into her palms.
       
       Mmmm, Im going to fuck you so hard, she murmured into the back of Deshonas shoulder, actually licking the smooth dark brown skin in long, sensual strokes, and now beginning to move The Emperor in and out of her tightly clinging pussy.
       
       Just . . . dont pull my hair . . . like you did last time, Deshona panted, looking back over her shoulder, her black eyes streaked with sexual flames.  Okay?
       
       Laura smiled.  You came so hard.
       
       I know.  But my scalp hurt for days.  Im going to come hard anyway.  I can feel it.
       
       I wouldnt do anything to hurt you, Laura promised, bending low to whisper it hotly in her ear.  Except to make you come hard.
       
       Deshona grinned, now swirling her hips back into Lauras slow thrusting.  Some things are okay, she murmured.  Like this.  You . . . can do it hard.
       
       Mmmmm.  Laura began thrusting harder, deeper.  She could see Deshona wince as the full length of the super-large dildo speared her tight pussy.  Like this?
       
       Auunggghh!  Yes!  Like that!  Ummnngghh!
       
       Laura straightened up to an almost perpendicular posture now, beginning to fuck her in earnest, as Deshona wished to be fucked.  She stretched out her arms and grasped her with each hand on either side of her neck for good leverage, filling her hands with the muscles that ran from Deshonas neck to her shoulders, holding tight, jabbing the massive cock deep into her body.
       
       Unh!  Unh! Deshona grunted, still wincing.  Auungghhh! she groaned as Laura gave her an especially sharp thrust.  Oh shit!
       
       Too hard?
       
       No!  Ummnngghh!  Yes!  Do it hard!  Like that!  Owwnccchhh!  Oh shit!
       
       Unlike Laura, but like many women Laura had slept with, Deshona did not come easily and quickly, but had to concentrate and to give in to the natural rhythms of her aroused body in order to let it happen.  With Laura, she claimed to come faster and more easily, but it was still no instantaneous explosion.  She had to work toward it.  And for Laura it was the most enchanting labor.
       
       In addition, they had fucked this way in the past and thus knew how to do it, just how rough Laura could be, just how much Deshona could take, and how much she wanted to take.  Also, Deshona had done it many times with the odious Charles before Laura ever came on the scene, and so there were few surprises for her.  She was a lovely, petite little thing, but she craved being absolutely hammered and destroyed by being fucked this way.  And Laura was slowly, patiently on the way to obliging her.
       
       But she wouldnt consent to the violent, hammering climax just yet.  Oh no.  There was much more pleasure to be had from slowlymaybe a little roughly, but still slowlyplowing Deshona from this angle, and she intended to extract every scintilla of it.  She rubbed her gorgeous back and kissed it, dangling her own small naked breasts over it and letting them caress it too, which she knew Deshona could feel.  She slid the Emperor in and out of Deshonas slippery, tight, clinging pussy in a slow, steady rhythm, also running her hands all over Deshonas taut little buns, letting her fingers dart daringly into the deep crack between them, even tickling Deshonas pinched little rosebud.
       
       Deshona did not permit true anal sex but would occasionally allow a finger invasion, and in spite of the lack of a handy lubricant, Laura was considering it.  
       
       Unh!  Unh! Deshona panted, groaning softly as Laura pushed the thick stalk of the Emperor deep into her pussy.  Oh god . . . its so good!  Dont stop!
       
       Oh, I wont, Laura purred, bending down, mashing her own breasts into Deshonas smooth back.  Is it coming?  Is the big one coming, my darling?  Are we almost there?
       
       Yes!  Oh . . . yes!  I love it, Laura!  Do it harder!
       
       Laura had a theory, which was that the huge Emperorand before it, Charless huge cockfrom this rear position pressed forward on the g-spot cluster of nerves located in the front inner wall of Deshonas pussy, thus giving her these rupturing orgasms she sought.  Amber Grant was the same way, and Shelley too, all loving to be roughly strap-on fucked from behind, all having extravagant climaxes, though none so cataclysmic as Deshonas often were.  Oh well, its only a theory, Laura thought, but I sure am going to give her what she expects me to give her.
       
       She picked up the pace.  Deshona might have said that her climax was getting close, but she didnt yet exhibit any of the telltale signs.  She was panting and mewling and squirming under Lauras thrusts, but true wild desperation had not yet set in.  Laura plowed her slowly, but lovingly too, still caressing her back and her taut buns, leaning forward to kiss her shoulderblades, then thrusting deeper, summoning strangled groans from deep in Deshonas chest.
       
       Unnnrrruunnggghhh!  Ohnnggg!  Unnnrrruunnggghhh!  Oh shit . . . Laura . . . you do it so good!  Youre better than a man!
       
       You bet I am, Laura laughed softly, now accelerating the rhythm of her thrusting.  I can . . . fuck you . . . better than . . . anybody . . . she panted herself, now throwing the full measure of her strength into it, knowing they had to be on the edge.
       
       She held Deshonas gyrating hips in her hands and stabbed the Emperor deep into her cunt, again and again, hammering her lovely petite body into the mattress and the pillow, bringing choked off howls of excitement from Deshonas throat.
       
       Aoouunngg!  Aoouunngg!  Unggh!  Ungghhh!  OH! OH!
       
       This time Laura knew it really was here.  Deshona was gasping and gurgling and swirling her ass wildly back into Lauras deep plunging thrusts, and her howls quickly subsided into semi-hysterical little squeaks of agonizing pleasure as the deep quaking of her orgasm began to shake her.  Laura fucked her harder.  Deshona squealed.  
       
       Laura speared her, hammering her beautiful petite body into the mattress, clutching the base of the dildo with the fingers of one hand to hold it steady.  Deshonas whole flexing body erupted in fierce, rupturing shudders.  
       
       Awwonngggg! she howled, grimacing and coming in sharp agonies of pleasure.  Oh god!  Auunngggmmmnnn!  Unghhhmnnneee!
       
       Laura, unable to stop herself, leaned forward, sliding her hands under Deshonas shuddering body, embracing her from on top very hard, mashing her own breasts again into Deshonas naked back and filling her hands with Deshonas round globes at the same time, squeezing her as she came, burying the Emperor as deep as it would go in Deshonas spasming pussy.
       
       Unnnggghh!  Mmmnngguuunnnggg! Deshona groaned incoherently as the most devastating spasms waned into more bearable shocks, still quivering in Lauras fierce embrace, her pelvic shudders now subsiding slowly.  Angghh!  Unmmnngghh!
       
       As she finally lifted her body partially off Deshonas, since she was crushing her face down into the mattress, Laura could see the tiny streaks of tears leaking from the sides of both of her eyes as she lay gasping and still reeling and grimacing from her climax.  It seemed to be every bit as violent as she had wanted it to be, and she was taking a long time to recover, still quivering as aftershocks roiled through her body.  Laura held herself steady and waited.  She did not want to disrupt this sublime moment or interfere in any slightest way Deshonas pure ecstasy.
       
       She brushed her lips tenderly against the smooth skin of Deshonas shoulderblade.  Are you okay?
       
       Deshona, without opening her eyes, gave her a wan, half-destroyed smile.  No . . . Ive gone to heaven.  My pussy is now in heaven.  Its not coming back.
       
       Laura gingerly pulled the Emperor out of Deshonas body and slid free of the harness, disposing of the whole thing down by the end of the bed.  Well, you better come back.  Weve got unfinished business.
       
       She noticed a spreading stain of dampness on the pillow directly under Deshonas cunt.  She had gushed a little fluid while coming, as she frequently did.  Since she was always embarrassed about it too, Laura pulled the pillow free and tossed it onto the floor.  She stretched out next to Deshona, who now rolled onto her side so that they could embrace.
       
       Deshona kissed her fervently.  She snaked her tongue into Lauras mouth.  You are an angel in disguise, I know it.  This is heaven for sure.
       
       Laura fondled her marvelous naked breasts, wanting to get her mouth on them again, ever hungry.  Ill bet you say that to all your girlfriends.  Jill.  Lupe.  Ill bet they can take you to heaven too.  Youre easy.  All you need is a little hard fucking and you go to heaven.  Even that prick Charles probably took you to heaven more often than youll admit.
       
       Deshona frowned.  Dont bring that name into this holy moment, she rebuked Laura.  But then she softened.  As a matter of fact, he did.  When he fucked me like you just did, I sometimes thought it was worth it all keeping him around, the creep.
       
       Laura pouted playfully.  Now Im going to be jealous.  Tell me about the others.  Tell me about Jill.  And Lupe.  How you met them.  How it was when you fucked with them for the first time.
       
       Deshona pinched her in the side, and Laura yelped and squirmed briefly away.  Dont you pull back from me, Laura! she commanded.  Come here and kiss me and tell me how much you love me or how much you would love me if you didnt already love the singer.
       
       Laura did come back.  She scooted even closer, pressing her body more intimately into Deshonas, if that were possible.  You know Ill always love you, she murmured.  Sure, I love her and Im married to her and shes everything to me.  But that could never get in the way of what we have.
       
       I know, Deshona admitted, almost wearily.  She became pensive.  Jill wants me to move back there.  To Baltimore.  She wants us to go into business together.
       
       Laura kissed her round shoulder.  She kissed Deshona sensually, again caressing her wonderful firm round breasts.  She wanted Deshona to remember that though she had had a thrilling climax only minutes ago, Laura had not had one yet and was still wound tight.  She just wants to fuck you every day, she whispered into Deshonas ear, following the whisper with her tongue.  I dont blame her.
       
       Deshona smiled and seemed to get the point.  Her hands grew more direct and purposeful on Lauras naked body.  She slipped one hand between Lauras thighs.  And I would miss you, she said, solemnly.  And Lupe too, of course.  Shes wonderful.  She smiled broadly.  So inhibited.  Sort of the way I was with you in the beginning.  I have to teach her, lead her on, bring her along, like you did with me.
       
       You mean awaken the sex maniac in her?
       
       Deshona nodded.  Exactly.  Shes ravishingly beautiful, too.  Even you, with your deep desire for the sistas, would think so.  Long shiny black hair.  Flashing eyes.  You know, the stereotype.  Ruby lips.  Voluptuous body.
       
       Laura smiled.  And when you light the fire in her, she scratches your back with her long sharp fingernails and squeals when she comes.
       
       How did you know? Deshona asked, half seriously.  
       
       I know . . . Laura panted, . . . because thats what Im going to do too if you keep touching my pussy like that.
       
       Deshona pursed her lips teasingly.  Oooohhh, you are getting a leetle wet down there.  I think maybe you need someone to lick away the wet.
       
       Laura smiled dreamily.  I would not stop you if you wanted to do it.
       
       Deshona gave her an intimate smirk.  You know how I feel about Lauras pussy.  She began sliding down Lauras body, kissing her way down.  I believe Ill indulge myself in a little worship.
       
       The next five minutes were the purest heaven for Laura.  In their earlier times together Deshona had made up in enthusiasm for whatever she lacked in skill, but the ensuing years of experience, coupled with her two new lovers, Jill and Lupe, had turned her into a pussy-licking artiste of the first order.  Shes as good at it as I am, Laura reflected, feeling her body undulate and simmer and swoon to each ardent little twist of Deshonas technique.
       
       Above all, Deshona had learned the secret of sweet, interminable delay, and she was very skilled at not letting her lover climax until she wanted her to.  She would toy with Lauras clit, tickling it with her tongue, sucking it, then avoiding it for the longest time while exploring the rest of Lauras aching pussy, finally returning to it slyly, as if to torment Laura further with the raging need to come.  
       
       Oh god . . . Im going to die . . . if you dont get on with it! Laura gasped, hammering the mattress with her elbows, churning her pelvis and pushing her cunt up into Deshonas face.  Please!
       
       Mmmmmm . . . thats what I like to hear, Deshona grinned, looking up at Laura, her lips smeared and shiny with Lauras copious cunt nectars.  Tell me again.
       
       Please!  Please . . . you bitch!  You beautiful . . . black bitch!  Do it harder!  Please!
       
       You know, Deshona grinned, looking up and skillfully fucking Lauras oozing, blossoming pussy with two long fingers, I had the very best teacher.  She taught me to make her wait.  Wait . . . and wait . . . and wait . . .
       
       Unnnuunnnnhhhh! Laura gasped and moaned.
       
       And wait . . . and then . . . boom.  A very big one.  You know?
       
       Laura was going mad with need.  She churned her hips suggestively, pumping, groaning softly, whimpering.  Please . . . Desh
       
       Oh darling, are you getting too tense?  Are you getting close to the big one yourself?
       
       Yes!
       
       Are you going to come in my mouth?  Too bad you dont come like me, a whole river of it, so I could taste it.  Because you taste pretty good.  Ummmm, yes, you do.  I love the taste of you.
       
       Unh!  Unh! Laura grunted desperately, her pelvis shuddering with need.
       
       By now she was writhing and churning and clawing at her own breasts, pulling her nipples, digging her heels into the mattress.  She had to admire Deshonas fiendish artistry in postponing this orgasm so long.  But now she was losing what little patience she had left.
       
       Please! she gasped.  Oh . . . please, honey!
       
       Deshona looked up and stopped licking and sucking her for a moment.  Oh, I wish the singer could see you now, she murmured.  Is that mean of me?  I guess shes probably seen you like this plenty of times.  But what fun it would be to have her see you all strung out like this and begging me to let you come.
       
       Laura lifted her head up long enough to glower at her.  But it was not with anger or hatred; instead, a weird mixture of hellish need and deep sexual love, the kind that could never disappear, given what they had shared.  Then, suddenly her eyes caught Deshonas, and a flash of hot linkage and connection shot through them both.  It was here, Lauras orgasm, and they had only to let it explode.
       
       Quickly Deshona pressed her mouth to Lauras pussy, taking Lauras clit between her lips.  At the same time she pumped her vigorously with the two fingers that were already inside her pussy, pumping, fucking her fast, sucking her hard.  Laura nearly disintegrated as the wrenching shocks of her climax suddenly cracked her writhing body almost in half.
       
       Aunngggghhhmmnnggiieee! she cried out, making a great leap off the bed, then falling back to the mattress in a flailing, churning mass of clenching flesh.  Anngghh!  Ohnnn!  Unh! Unh!  Ohhnnnnnn . . .
       
       The fire streamed through her.  Deshonas mouth on her throbbing cunt seemed to summon forth fresh spasm after fresh, sweet spasm, making her come longer than usual, then finally feel the twinges fade into soft fluttering.  And still Deshonas mouth was pressed to her pussy, now licking tenderly, now kissing it.
       
       Mmmmm, she smiled up at Laura.  You had a long one.
       
       Laura was speechless.  She was still panting and could not talk.  She let her eyes say everything to this marvelous woman who had just delivered the most startling and piercing orgasm to her.  Oh god . . . she finally got control of her breath, I dont think youve ever made me come that hard.  What have you been doing, practicing?
       
       Deshona slid up to embrace her and winked.  You bet.  Every time I make love to Jill, or Lupe, or this new girl Donna I met, I think: This is what Im going to do next time with Laura; Im going to do precisely this and make her just die of pleasure.
       
       Well . . . it worked, Laura gasped hoarsely, propping herself up on her elbows, still feeling absolutely destroyed by it.  And whos this Donna?  Have you been holding out on me?
       
       Shes a woman I met in Toronto, where I was before I got back here.
       
       Youre getting to be a regular little lesbo Lothario, arent you, Laura said caustically, maybe a little too caustically.  She immediately backtracked.  Sorry.  I dont mean that.  Im glad youre getting as much sweet pussy as you can handle.
       
       Deshona smiled primly, and for a moment Laura could see in her face the cold, aloof, imperious Deshona of old, the one it had taken her so much energy and ingenuity to break down.  I would hope that the most promiscuous and besotted-by-jungle-fever lesbian in all of California isnt going to make cracks about my few little dalliances.  She raised a supercilious eyebrow.  
       
       Laura laughed out loud.  You got me, she laughed, grabbing Deshonas wrist and pulling her down to the mattress so she could rub her still-tingling naked body against her flesh everywhere.  I cant live without you.  Ive got to have more.
       
       They kissed tempestuously, scorchingly, for two people who had just fucked in sweet abandon.  Dont you want to take a brief rest? Deshona gasped, coming up for air.  Her eyes were glazed and smoking with sex.
       
       I guess we two old ladies could do with a breather, Laura admitted, but not letting go.  She dug her fingers into the firm round moons of Deshonas ass.  
       
       Tell you what, Deshona murmured into her neck.  Ill open the champagne and well have champagne with sliced peaches, and then I think I need to be spanked for all my nasty little sexcapades.  Ive been so naughty.
       
       Oh god, Laura thought with relish, I may never get out of here alive.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.   Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2008.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



