       Laura - Chapter 317
       
       
       
       
       Makeeda was only home for a few days before dashing off to L.A. for a week of lessons with her vocal coach, and a negotiation with her agent and a record producer about another possible CD.  
       
       “I hope you know I’m not just sitting here knitting with the cats while you’re gone,” Laura pouted, speaking aloud for the first time a truth they both knew but usually left unspoken.  “I have needs.”
       
       Makeeda smiled warmly.  She had more philosophy than sixteen other people combined, Laura realized, yet another reason to love her deeply.  Her career had meant everything to her, so much so that she had almost rejected Laura at the very start because of it; and it continued to, and Laura had been perhaps the first person to whom it had meant almost equally as much.  Makeeda was clearly willing to tolerate a lot for that.
       
       “I know you have needs,” she said calmly.  She lowered her voice even further, as if this did not need to be said.  “I also know that if you satisfy those needs, you won’t get some kind of frustrated passion all bottled up and needing to be fulfilled so much that you kick me aside in the rush to do it.”
       
       Laura smiled and nodded.  “Truer words were never spoken.”
       
       “I have needs too.  I give in to them once in a while.  I always tell you.”
       
       “That’s right, you do,” Laura acknowledged.  “At least some of them.”
       
       “All of them,” Makeeda grinned.  “You don’t tell me about any of yours.”
       
       “I think it would make you jealous.”
       
       Makeeda shrugged.  “Maybe it would.  Maybe not.  You’re always here for me.  You love me.  I know it.  That’s what counts.”
       
       After this they had a scorching, exhausting session of sex, more protracted and vigorous than they had shared in months.  Laura wondered if it had been caused by this conversation and concluded that it certainly had.  And yet she knew that both of them felt more closely tied and almost welded together by it than they had been before.  
       
       And so when she got a call at work from Amber Grant, the ‘little rich girl,’ as she enjoyed calling herself, Laura was exuberant and completely relaxed about accepting her invitation to spend a couple of nights with her at a “little chalet I own up at Lake Tahoe.”
       
       “Oh god, you’re kidding.”
       
       “I am not kidding.  I’m borrowing a friend’s private jet and pilot.  He owes me a favor.  I’ll send a car for you at five.”
       
       “I . . . haven’t packed or anything.  I have to feed the cats.”
       
       “The cats?”
       
       “I’ll tell you about it.  Can the car pick me up in Berkeley?”
       
       “Berkeley?  What’s going on with you, girl?”
       
       “It’s a long story.  I’ll tell you.”  She gave Amber the Berkeley address.
       
       “Bring the bracelet,” Amber ordered.  “I want to see Laura naked wearing the bracelet.  You know how horny it makes me.”
       
       Laura laughed.  “Better be careful  George Bush may be listening in over this phone line.”
       
       “Hope he is.  Fuck you, George, you redneck turd.”
       
       They both exploded in laughter, and Laura promised to bring the bracelet.
       
       She quickly secured a couple of days off and hurried home to pack.  Makeeda, who had lived in this house for several years, was already friendly with the neighbors, who gradually came around to Laura, after reluctantly realizing that she had permanently replaced Diane, Makeeda’s former lover.  Charming Berkeley, where two biracial lezzies could live comfortably with their cats and bask in the glowing approval of the neighbors without fear of rejection or flagrant disgust.  Laura quickly got the Chapmans next door—also a black and white family: father black, mother white—to agree to feed Mingus and Monk while she was gone.
       
       They also gaped when a white stretch limo arrived to pick her up at five-thirty.  Laura was a little flummoxed herself.  She had only ridden in a limo a few times in her life, mostly prom dates, once with a client.  She felt like Madonna.  Or Jackie O.  Or Paris Hilton.  Somebody special. 
       
       She had never ridden in an executive jet either and had a stomach full of butterflies when the limo arrived at a part of the airport she had never seen to deposit her on the tarmac, where Amber Grant, dressed as a sort of flamboyant update of Isadora Duncan, was waiting in a white swath of some expensive fabric wrapped around her gorgeous tall slender frame, and a vermillion scarf as long as she was trailing from her throat down her back.  She was standing by the stairs that one used to board the trim little jet plane.
       
       “Oh shit, I feel like I’m in a movie!” Laura said under her breath as they feigned a friendly little kiss when what they really wanted to do was . . .
       
       No, Laura shook her head inwardly.  Amber, being rich, was bold enough for the two of them, and Laura would not even think it.
       
       “You are in a movie, my darling,” Amber snapped back.  “My own private glamour epic.  The Further Seduction of Laura.  Now get your butt up those stairs into that plane so we can hide and I can really kiss you.”
       
       In a few more minutes they were airborne.  Laura teased her about insulting the President over the phone.  “They’ll whisk you off to some dark prison in Kazakhstan,” she whispered.  
       
       Amber frowned and leaned over to kiss Laura on the neck.  “Don’t joke about it.  That spoiled little cracker boy really can do that.  I could tell you stories.  I know a couple of those Russian millionaires and they know Putin and you would gag to know the things he told them.  Here, kiss me now that no one can see us.”
       
       Amber grabbed her and kissed Laura’s mouth with a feral intensity.  Their tongues immediately began a searching, searing dance together.
       
       “Oh god, I’ve really missed you!” Laura gasped, feeling a sudden pang.
       
       “We can’t fuck in the plane,” Amber panted, running her hands over Laura’s body through her clothes.  “For one thing, there’s not time.  It only takes a half hour or so to get up there.  We have to wait.  And I don’t want that pilot up there—his name is Walter, by the way;  how do you like that? Walter!—we don’t want Walter reporting back to his boss that that disgusting little black communist rich girl was actually fucking this beautiful white girl in the back of the plane while he was flying them up to Lake Tahoe.  How daring and jet set reckless of them!”
       
       “On the other hand,” Laura giggled, “it might give Walter quite a thrill.”
       
       “Not as much of a thrill as it would give me, darling.  Kiss me again and then tell me about the cats and Berkeley.”
       
       The heady whirl of this exciting afternoon had Laura in a daze.  Just being next to Amber like this made her impossibly horny.  She had been fucking her brains out with Nyomi and Ty, and once—a piercingly sweet and sensual evening with the unassuming and effortlessly desirable Bonnie—but nothing could be more intense than this quick need she felt to embrace the delicious Amber Grant and consume her with sharp passion.  It had been a few months since she had seen her, and all their good times together began flowing back into her consciousness.
       
       In addition, Amber’s smooth black skin and slender but curvaceous body were a magnet to Laura’s lips.  And her scent was absolutely amazing, unlike anything Laura had ever experienced.  Amber was rich, of course, and bought perfumes that the rest of humanity could barely imagine, let alone afford.  Laura’s nose was enchanted along with her eager mouth, and she was kissing Amber’s neck and ears and cheeks and collar bones so fervidly that Amber had to push her gently away.
       
       “Enough . . . enough . . .” she laughed, delighted by Laura’s attentions.  “Save it, my darling.  Plenty of time to feast on each other when we get there.”
       
       “I can’t wait,” Laura panted.
       
       “Me either.  But we must.”  Amber sat up primly, pushing Laura gently away.  “Now.  Tell me about Berkeley and the cats.  You have been shamefully having a life in my absence, and I intend to hear all about it to see if I approve.”
       
       By the time they reached the Lake Tahoe airport, which did not take long, as Amber had said, Laura had told her the whole story of Sara and Sheena and the drifting emotionally apart that had caused them to separate, and of meeting Makeeda and being swept away by piercing passion.  Amber listened intently without making any judgments.
       
       When Laura was finished, she raised one eyebrow.  “I usually don’t approve of dumping any of your sweetie pies,” she said with a schoolmarmish nod, “but in this case I’ll forgive you.  It seems this singer cast a spell over you.  I can understand that.  Look at the spell you’ve cast over me.”  She gave Laura a big, ironic grin.
       
       “I didn’t dump her!” Laura protested.
       
       “What do you call it?  Again?”
       
       “We drifted apart.”  She didn’t dare tell Amber about the time they had met in Saks when Makeeda was out of town and had returned to Sara’s apartment for a heavenly evening of bittersweet fucking.
       
       Amber sighed.  “In spite of what you might think, rich girls develop a little wisdom over time.  You won’t find many true loves in this life, Laura.  Better not to throw away the ones you do find.”
       
       Laura slumped guiltily in her seat.  “I know.”
       
       Amber thought she had gone too far.  She pulled Laura back up with both hands.  “Sit up.  Don’t mope.  Kiss me.  Then tell me more about the singer.  I gather she’s the one I have to compete with now.”
       
       Laura giggled.  “You are way beyond competition,” she smiled.  “And I think you know it, too.”
       
       Amber raised the eyebrow again.  “I also know that this singer must have more than a sweet voice and a great body.  She’s really got you locked in like a laser.”
       
       Laura nodded.  Amber leaned over and nibbled her ear.  Laura squirmed.  “True.”
       
       “Think you can forget about her long enough to fuck like the purple furies for a few days with your rich Auntie Amber?”
       
       Laura crinkled her nose.  “I think I might manage.”
       
       “Good,” Amber looked out the window of the small plane, “because we’re here!”
       
       Again, for Laura, it was like being in a movie.  The small executive jet landed smartly at the Lake Tahoe airport, and a black limo whisked her and Amber to a secluded chalet perched in the trees above Emerald Bay.  It was in every respect a dream house, the kind you saw in elegant French movies in which the characters had lengthy disputes about the meaning of life while on Swiss skiing vacations.  Lots of glass, overhanging eaves, gorgeous views of the deeply blue lake.
       
       “I don’t come here much any more,” Amber confessed as they unpacked.  “I have friends in Vail and Gstaad, so when it comes to skiing I usually end up there.”  She turned to Laura.  “Do you ski?”
       
       Laura shook her head.  “Never got around to learning.”
       
       “We can remedy that.  Of course right now it’s September, so we have to shoot for January.”  She abruptly left off her unpacking and walked across the large bedroom to Laura, embracing her in a relaxed, friendly sort of way, kissing her cheek, then her neck.  “I think I’ve missed you, my darling.  I think I want to rub my naked body against yours.”
       
       “Mmmmm,” Laura grinned, “sounds like a plan.  What about the staff?”
       
       “There’s only two.  The cook and the grounds keeper.  I’ve sent them off.  Told them not to return until tomorrow.  There’s food enough for us, and champagne, and firewood if it gets nippy.  Me, I think I’d rather spend the night under the eiderdown with Laura.”
       
       Laura found herself remembering that with Amber one always drank champagne.  It was almost required.  But right now she was in no mood for it.  She was already intoxicated by Amber’s scent and the smoothness of her black skin under her lips.  Champagne would only take off the edge.  Her fingers quickly found the way to unfasten the long white thing in which this alluring woman was wrapped and unwrapped it.
       
       “I want you,” she murmured into Amber’s long black swan’s neck, sucking it.  “I want you bad.  I want to fuck you.”
       
       She remembered quickly how Amber loved to hear dirty talk.  She exulted in a long, continuous stream of obscenity, often begging Laura to do it, to describe what she was doing, what she was going to do, what she wanted to do.  It never got into the realm of the truly unspeakable, as in the case, for example, of Marie, who had craved to be called ‘nigger,’ which Laura had never been able to bring herself to do.  There was no ‘You black cunt!’ kind of thing with Amber; but she died to hear: ‘I’m dying to fuck your beautiful black cunt,’ from Laura, and Laura was quick to oblige.
       
       She smiled and caressed Amber’s smooth cheek with the back knuckles of one hand.  “I’m dying to fuck your beautiful black cunt,” she murmured, eyelids heavy with sex.
       
       And Amber nearly melted.  Usually so imperious and controlling, she now became pliant and soft and thoroughly malleable to Laura’s hands.  She wore enchanting white lace underwear that enhanced the black smooth beauty of her long, lean body.  Laura’s hands and mouth were everywhere on her smooth skin.
       
       “Oh god . . . Laura . . . say it again . . .” she breathed, her own fingers scrabbling at Laura’s clothing too.  “Say it.”
       
       “What,” Laura teased.  “I want to fuck your beautiful black pussy?”
       
       “Yes!”
       
       “We’re not finished unpacking yet,” Laura continued teasing her, at the same time that she was unfastening an incredible lacy white bra, fringed with lace scallops and dipping between the two small dark masterpieces of Amber’s breasts.  “Don’t you think we should finish with that first?”
       
       “You bitch,” Amber smiled, pushing both half-empty suitcases off the bed onto the floor and pulling Laura down on the mattress with the expensive spread still on it.
       
       Both were still only half undressed.  Laura nuzzled Amber’s fragrant cleavage.  She did not have large breasts, but they were very round and firm, and there was plenty of deep valley between them.
       
       “Mmmmm,” Laura purred.  “I want them.  I want to taste the world’s most beautiful puffy nipples.”  She peeled the bra away, enchanted for the umpteenth time by these lovely dark beauties.  “Mmmmm, and they’re still here,” she murmured, cradling Amber’s breasts in her hands.  “The puffies, I mean.  You know, I hear they tend to vanish with age.  You must still be a very young rich girl.”
       
       “Younger than you, darling,” Amber cracked, now peeling off some of Laura’s clothes too.  “Come on, let’s get out of this stuff.”
       
       In a few more seconds they were both naked and intertwined, kissing hungrily, their naked breasts mashing together, their fingers digging into each other’s bare flesh.  
       
       “God, I have dreams of fucking with Laura,” Amber panted into Laura’s shoulder as Laura dropped her mouth to the girl’s scrumptious swollen black nipples, unwilling to be deprived any longer.  “Ungghhhh!  Oh . . . shit that feels good!  Ummnngg!  Suck them hard.  Give them that hot Laura sucking.”
       
       Laura was happy to oblige.  She was a hungry fool for puffy nipples, and Amber’s were among the best, not huge like some, like Trina’s and poor dead Rina’s, or like April’s, or Dawn’s, but instead perfect round black soft plums that she loved to hold gently in her mouth, softly laving one with her tongue, until Amber’s reaction led her to begin sucking, at first gently too, then harder, harder, passionately.
       
       “Hhhhhh!  Hhhhh!” Amber panted, twisting.  “Oh god oh shit!”
       
       “Too hard?” Laura asked, truly mouth-mauling Amber’s pretty little breasts, and squeezing them too with her fingers.
       
       Amber didn’t reply.  Her eyes rolled up.  She gasped and grunted softly.  “Oh shit, do it hard!”
       
       They were undulating together, sliding their flesh together already, missionary style, though Laura was preoccupied intensely with Amber’s beautiful, saliva-wet breasts and now hardening nipples.  She was pinching them with her lips and lashing them with her tongue.  Amber was whimpering and twisting more violently.
       
       Laura slid up a little to kiss her and mash her own breasts into Amber’s, and their hips settled together into a smooth rhythm, bucking together, pushing their groins together.  Oh wow, we’re going to come so fast! Laura realized.  We’re so hungry for each other.
       
       “It’s been a long time . . .” she panted to Amber, pushing her own pussy harder inward, as if in a frantic hunger to have it touch Amber’s.
       
       “Too long,” Amber panted, back, snaking her tongue deep into Laura’s mouth.  “I think I’m going to come very fast.”
       
       “I think so too,” Laura smiled.  “I want to fuck your beautiful pussy.”
       
       Amber’s eyes rolled up.  She truly loved to hear these kinds of words coming from Laura’s mouth.
       
       “I want to fuck it and fuck it and make you scream,” Laura panted, maneuvering Amber’s thighs open so that she could slide between them, then sliding one thigh underneath and rising up herself to a near-sitting position, pushing her open wet cunt now into Amber’s exposed, inflamed pussy.
       
       “Ah!” Amber gasped softly, her eyes rolling up again.  “Do it . . . do it . . .” she prompted Laura.  “Please.”
       
       “Oh . . . I will,” Laura smiled, beginning a slow, sensual grind, pushing her groin into Amber’s and feeling the wet tangled mess of their crotch hairs and their swollen cunt lips mash together.  “Ummmmm . . . ummmmm . . . like that . . . I’m going to fuck your sweet pussy until you scream and come unbelievably.”
       
       Amber couldn’t speak for a moment.  She seemed genuinely overcome by the sharp sensations of their cunts mashing and rubbing together.  She panted, and her eyes dilated, her mouth slackening, her brow furrowing, a sign of mounting inner sexual tension.  She gyrated back into Laura’s movements, but Laura was picking up the pace so quickly, now fucking her so urgently, and relentlessly, that there was little Amber could do to match her intensity.
       
       “Oh . . . I’m going to . . . I am going to . . .” she gasped incoherently.  “Yes . . . I am . . . I am . . .”

       “I know you are,” Laura grinned, murmuring more sweet obscenities to her as she leaned down and kissed her neck, her shoulders, squeezing Amber’s small perfect breasts in her hands, pinching and twisting the girl’s marvelous black puffies, now no longer puffy since they were erect and hard with passion.  “Can you come this way?” she whispered, kissing Amber’s jaw, her smooth black cheek, her sensual mouth, stabbing her tongue into it.  “Can you come this way?”
       
       She could not remember if, in all their previous fucking, they had ever tribbed like this; though she guessed not; and it was a reasonable question.
       
       “Yes!” Amber gasped emphatically.  “If you do it hard!”
       
       “Oh,” Laura smiled, feeling very urgent about it herself at this instant.  “I think . . . I can . . . manage . . . that.”

       Immediately, she cranked up the pace even further.  If Amber was going to come, she knew she wouldn’t be far behind herself, and she grew determined to shoot for the money.  Hold on, honey.  Here we go.
       
       Laura was sitting nearly perpendicular to Amber, her groin pressed hard into Amber’s, her upper body looming over her, her hands running all over Amber’s enchanting lean black flesh.  She still gyrated her hips slowly, moving their wet pussies together, but not yet with the fierce, naked urgency both knew was coming.  Instead, she was deeply enjoying the moment, this movie moment, this still paradise in the woods above the crystalline lake, this gorgeous young rich girl who so loved to be fucked by Laura, this intense happiness.
       
       Amber had a delicious filigree tattoo around her navel that Laura, usually a foe of tattoos on beautiful bodies, nevertheless found enchanting, and for a second she let her fingertips run down to it, caressing the smooth, flat skin of Amber’s belly below her navel.  Amber almost imperceptibly panted and picked up the pace, pumping with her hips, pushing her pussy more insistently into Laura’s.  
       
       “Yes! Ohhhh . . . yessssss!” she hissed, writhing now under Laura’s body.  “Push it harder . . . right there . . . fuck me harder, Laura!”
       
       Laura did not know if she wanted to feel Laura’s cunt pushing harder into hers, or to feel Laura’s fingers pressing harder against her stomach.  Maybe both, Laura reasoned.  Who can say?  She leaned down, brushing her lips against Amber’s cheek.
       
       “I will be happy to,” she breathed, doing both at once, now really grinding her own wet cunt into Amber’s, and also pressing three fingers deep into the taut flesh below Amber’s navel, directly into the elongated lower portion of the filigreed tattoo.
       
       Suddenly, way in the back of her mind, she remembered having read somewhere that with some women you could reach the g-spot this way, from the front, from outside, merely by pressing or rubbing the right area hard.  Maybe that was what Amber was begging her to do.  Amber knew her own body well enough to realize that something beautiful might happen if Laura followed her instructions.
       
       Along with this realization she had to contend with the fact that she was certainly going to come herself any second now.  The hot blood gushed through her pumping, surging body.  Her clit raged and throbbed every time it collided with the wet, splayed flesh of Amber’s swollen pussy.  Again her oral obsession grabbed hold of her, making her want to suck and swallow every inch of this divine girl’s sleek black flesh.
       
       “Oh Laura . . . yes . . . right there!” Amber whimpered again, twisting beneath her as if in the grip of a uncontrollable demon of intense pleasure.  “I . . . I . . .”
       
       “Yes, honey . . . yes, honey . . .” Laura chanted back to her, feeling her own body clearly hovering on the brink too.
       
       Suddenly her fingers probing in Amber’s taut belly felt an indescribable twitch in her hard stomach muscles.  It was followed by an intense, leaping shudder in Amber’s whole body, accompanied by a tight, incoherent little squeaking sound emanating from her tightly constricted throat.
       
       “Mmnneeet!  Mnneeet!  Ohnngg!”
       
       And then she convulsed violently.  Her spasm was so severe that it nearly pitched Laura to the side, but she held on fiercely, jamming her wet cunt into Amber’s as she felt herself beginning to come too.  But Amber’s orgasm arrived first, and she groaned and fell into a twitching, straining paroxysm, writhing under Laura and coming in violent, body-wrenching jerks and spasms.
       
       “Owwnnggg . . . ooowwnnngg . . . oowwwonnnggggg!” she groaned, stretching, writhing, bucking into Laura, arching her back from her head to her ass and quivering sharply.
       
       It was thrilling to watch, but Laura had very little time to take it in as she was in only a split second also inundated by a huge shock of honeyfire coursing and pumping through her straining flesh.
       
       “Auuunngghghh!” she cried out, flinging herself forward onto Amber’s writhing body, pumping and thrusting even more vigorously with her groin into Amber’s, sobbing into Amber’s neck as the sweet, wrenching shocks shook her body, then gradually waned.
       
       “Oh god!” she heard Amber gasp, as if trying to breath.  “Oh . . . oh god!”
       
       “Unnnnhhhhh!  Unnnmmmm!” Laura moaned and hummed incoherently, finding her lips still only an inch or so from Amber’s beautiful, now-sweaty black neck, and kissing it passionately, feeling their bodies throb together, tasting the warm salty sweat of Amber’s neck on her tongue and lips.
       
       “Oh shit . . . I’ve never come like that!” Amber gasped, finally trying to twist free, as if Laura’s body pinning her down to the bed were making breathing difficult.  “Not for years!”
       
       Laura too slowly twisted free and disentangled her thighs from Amber’s.  She was flushed and still panting a little, but when their eyes caught, both of them broke into low, self-congratulatory laughter and embraced, overcome and thrilled by the intensity of this pleasure they had brought each other.
       
       “You . . .” Laura gasped softly, still trying to recover her breath, “have a secret spot that I never knew was there.”
       
       Amber, still panting softly too, grew wide-eyed.  “I never knew it either.  I swear.  I think I’ve had a few g-spot orgasms over the years, but I never knew if you pushed that part of my tummy hard that I would come like that.”
       
       Laura slid down her lovely lean body and kissed the bottom filigreed design of the tattoo tenderly, brushing it sensually with her lips.  “Now that I know it’s here, I have you in my power.  I can make you come like the end of the world, whenever I want to.”
       
       Amber smiled a kittenish smile.  “Mmrrrgghhh!” she gave Laura a gargly cat growl.  “I think I could use more of that right away.”
       
       “Why rush, my love, since we have hours and hours,” Laura purred back, rolling to her side, scooting upwards again to face her, stretching and stroking her at the same time.  
       
       “I hope you brought the bracelet,” Amber said, almost sternly, as if this powerful and also sweet orgasmic moment had not even occurred.  “It really makes me horny to see Laura naked wearing the bracelet.  I mean, I think I could have another one of those if you wear it.  You might not even have to press the buzzer, like you did this time.”
       
       After their first night together, when Amber had picked up Laura at a society function in the Garden Court of the Palace Hotel, which Laura had attended as a representative of her firm, Amber had sent her a sterling silver tennis bracelet studded with 12 small blue sapphires.  It was an exquisite gift, without an inscription, since, as Amber had said in the note, she didn’t want to risk Laura’s sweetie pie (at that time, Sara) getting jealous.  
       
       After that she had insisted each time they were together than Laura wear the bracelet for her while naked.  It was almost a fetish, Laura realized, as if Amber had given her the bracelet not as a token of affection but as an erotic device she thereafter used peremptorily to trigger her lust.  She was, after all, very rich and very peremptory.  On the other hand, it was hard to turn down the opportunity to parade around naked in a penthouse apartment wearing nothing but silver and sapphires, knowing that a beautiful black girl was raping you with her eyes.
       
       Laura grinned mysteriously at her.  “Are we going to just stay inside here all day and night and fuck like two horny bunnies, or are you going to show me the grounds of your chalet?  Maybe we can take a walk by the lake.  I like that fresh pine smell everywhere.  Maybe we’ll see a bear.”
       
       Amber pulled her closer and kissed her ardently, squeezing one of Laura’s naked breasts in her shapely dark hand.  “A bear?  You prefer a bear to me?  Are you kidding?  How long has it been?  Months!  You even have a new sweetie pie.  The singer!  The damned lucky singer, who gets to sleep with my Laura all the time and diddle her pretty little pink pussy till she screams.  I’m devastated with envy.  I intend to ‘fuck’ you, as you like to put it, every second of every minute of every day we’re here, just to make up for the time we’ve missed and for all the times the singer gets to do her Swiss yodel between these delicious thighs instead of me doing it.”
       
       “If you put it that way, maybe I should go put the bracelet on right now, before you change your mind.”
       
       Amber nodded.  “I think that would be a good idea.  Whatever made you think I’d be happy to stop at once?”
       
       Laura slid off the bed and found her suitcase where Amber had pitched it, on the floor, next to Amber’s own.  Amber’s eyes were glued to her body.  Laura enjoyed being the object of such pure, undisguised lust.
       
       “I brought the Purple Pussy Pumper,” Amber said coyly, referring to the purple strap-on dildo she had introduced to Laura early in their relationship. 
       
       “Somehow I thought you wouldn’t forget it,” Laura grinned over her shoulder at her.
       
       “We can draw straws to see whose pussy gets pumped first.  Or maybe flip a coin.  Frankly, I don’t care.  I love being on either end.”
       
       Laura returned to the bed, fastening the beautiful silver bracelet on her wrist as she walked.  “Me too,” she flirted brazenly.  

       But they were so consumed with easily renewable lust for each other’s body that the purple dildo would have to wait.  Amber truly did get very aroused by seeing Laura wearing only the bracelet, and in two minutes they were again locked in a deeply sensual embrace, sucking each other’s lips and panting and squirming and fucking heatedly.
       
       Then, temporarily sated, they dressed and took a walk in the woods.  The lake itself was, though it appeared close, actually quite a distance away, so later Amber had a car delivered and they drove down to walk on the shore, then stopped to gamble a little at Harrah’s Club (using Amber’s money, at her insistence) before returning to the chalet.  They fucked and drank champagne (of course, Laura thought) and ate the dinner Amber had directed the cook to leave for them, and fucked again.  They watched a little TV and slept and awoke in the middle of the night, as Laura frequently did with Makeeda but nobody else, for a searing, gasping, whinnying bout of frenzied fucking.
       
       “Gosh, we are going to wear each other out,” she murmured to Amber as they lay exhausted in the rumpled sheets.
       
       But Amber only smiled and purred happily.  “I’m not worn out yet.  Are you?”
       
       “Not yet,” Laura shook her head.
       
       “Good.  Get some sleep.  I plan to wear you out in the morning.  Before breakfast.”
       
       And Amber was true to her word.  They cuddled for the rest of the night under a huge down comforter that was truly as big as a tent, a good, warm shelter for their entwined naked bodies.  Laura dreamily realized that the reason she had heated midnight encounters like this only with Makeeda and with Amber was that she rarely slept overnight with any of her other lovers.  In fact, now that she exerted herself to recall it, she remembered having them too with Sara, when they had slept through the night together.  Ravenous deep-of-the night fucking, followed by exhausted, happy sleep.  She was smiling drowsily at this insight when she realized that she had come awake to find Amber temporarily missing.
       
       When she scooted up and peeped over the edge of the comforter, she saw Amber approaching the bed, totally, ravishingly naked, carrying in one hand the Purple Pussy Pumper and its black harness belt.  Amber’s small, perfect breasts swayed only a little when she walked, and her puffy black nipples gleamed in the still weak morning light that seeped into the bedroom.
       
       When she drew nearer, Laura could see that she was smiling her little rich girl’s mysterious, supercilious smile.  Amber slipped under the comforter and leaned close to whisper, though there was no one in the entire chalet but the two of them.    She brushed her thick, sensual lips against Laura’s cheek.
       
       “If you have to pee, better go do it.  I have a little need that has to be filled right away.”
       
       Laura grinned and purred softly and kissed her.  “And what would that be?”
       
       “Maybe you remember our first time together, my darling?”  Amber smiled the smile again.  “I’ve been dreaming of it for months.  I think I need it again.”  She lifted the dildo and harness up between them, still clutching it in one hand, showing it to Laura.  “Nobody is quite as rough as you are.  The mere thought of it makes me quiver.  Think I can persuade you?”
       
       At first Laura wanted to protest.  To whine.  As rough as I am?  Oh my god.  Another Makeeda, wanting me to pour it on.  Am I really that . . . sadistic?  Do they really think of me that way?
       
       But then she softened a little, seeing the happy lights of expectation in Amber’s shiny black eyes.  She had seen them in Makeeda’s too, though she had never gone as far with her as she had with Amber.  
       
       “Did I say something to upset you?” Amber asked, softly but bluntly.
       
       Laura shook her head.  “No.  Nothing.”  She kissed her again.  “I would be delighted to make your dreams a reality.”
       
       “Oh goodie.”  She thrust the dildo and harness into Laura’s hands.  “I think I’ve come about a dozen times since then just remembering it.  Well . . .”  She paused, growing confessional.  “Maybe with a little finger help.  But you were the catalyst.”
       
       Now Laura beamed.  “I’m so glad to have helped.  It’ll always be a pick-me-up in my day if I can think that somewhere in the world the beautiful Amber Grant is masturbating and thinking of little ole me.”
       
       “Better not make light of it, darling.  It probably happens more than you think.  Even for others than me.”
       
       Laura made a quick morning visit to the bathroom, then returned full of eagerness.
       
       They pushed the huge comforter down to the end of the bed.  Since it was still summer, the morning air did not have much of a chill on it.  Laura hopped on the bed and pulled Amber closer, stroking her sleek black naked body.  
       
       “Don’t you want to warm up to it first?” she murmured, kissing Amber’s neck and her ear.  “Like . . . kiss a little?  You don’t want to hop right to it, do you?”
       
       Amber grinned and kissed Laura back.  “You know I never object to a little kissing.  You’re a good kisser.”
       
       They stretched out on the bed, kissing and embracing for a long time.  Laura knew they needed their bodies to get in tune with each other again, to shake off the drowsiness of sleep and fully inhabit the sensuality that remained, and to get emotionally in complete harmony again too.  It was possible to fuck without all this, but it would be so much better with it.
       
       Amber seemed instinctively to feel the same.  She did not hurry things.  She again let Laura feast on her marvelous puffy black nipples, knowing it would arouse her too to the cracking point, where she truly needed to be fucked in the way she had requested, and not merely serviced out of some intellectual whim, some precious desire to relive their first time together.
       
       Laura had already sucked them earlier in delirious happiness, but now was different.  She bunched up Amber’s pretty round breasts in her hands so that Amber’s swollen puffies swelled and protruded even more than they did naturally, then licked and jabbed them with her tongue, until they were wet with her warm saliva and gleaming like small black plums.  Amber’s nipples were not huge puffies, like the twins Rina’s and Trina’s, or like Sara’s, to whose nipples Laura had also done this on countless occasions.  They were smaller, but not much.  They were gorgeous swollen little black tents, and in the center of each a thick nubby pistil emerged, rubbery and erect.
       
       “Are they sore from yesterday . . . or can I suck them again?” she murmured to Amber, her eyelids heavy with sexual desire.
       
       Amber was already panting, her mouth slack with the same desire.  But she grinned.  “Yes . . . and yes . . .” she panted.  “You really love them, don’t you.”
       
       “I really do,” Laura panted back, opening her lips and sucking one bulbous beauty inside, but gently.
       
       Amber sighed a little and watched.  Laura sucked her thick nipple gently, laving it with warm spittle and curling her tongue around it, raising her eyes to catch and hold Amber’s as she sucked.  She was not sucking hard, but Amber’s eyes rolled up.
       
       She panted more rapidly.  “You . . . can do it a little harder.”
       
       “I don’t want to hurt you,” Laura whispered.
       
       Amber laughed softly.  “I want you to hurt me a little.  Remember?”
       
       Laura sucked harder, sucking part of Amber’s small breast into her mouth too.
       
       “Unhhhhh!  Oh!  Yes . . . that’s it!” Amber gasped, squirming.  “Now the other one.”
       
       Laura released Amber’s wet breast and moved her lips across to the other one, holding it in both hands.  “I am going to fuck you so hard,” she murmured as she began to tongue-stroke and then suck it gently.  She knew how Amber loved dirty talk.  “I’m going to push your face down into the sheet and ram you and hammer your pretty black pussy until you scream.”
       
       “Unnggghhh!  Yes!”
       
       Laura sucked her nipple hard now, and pulled the flesh of this breast into her mouth too.  She knew Amber was becoming frightfully aroused.  Her sleek black body was twisting and writhing under Laura’s mouth and hands.  She was whimpering.
       
       “Please . . . Laura!”
       
       “Turn over and get ready,” Laura panted to her, helping Amber to roll over onto her stomach.  “I’m going to fuck you now.  Spread those beautiful thighs, you gorgeous naughty little rich girl.  You are going to be thoroughly fucked.  Right now.”
       
       She kept talking as she slid into the harness and fastened Mr. Purple Pussy Pumper into place.  Amber, though lying face down now on the sheet, was still squirming and flexing her body.  She slightly elevated her pretty little round black ass, as if presenting or offering it to Laura.  This made the wet, inflamed red seam of her sinuous, puckering black pussy very visible and tempting under the swelling black moons.
       
       “Yes . . . Laura!  Please . . . Laura!”
       
       As often happened, Laura, so inevitably oral, was very tempted first to bend down and lick and suck this festering wet nether mouth she was about to invade, but she got the better of the impulse, knowing what Amber expected and craved, and bent happily to her task.  She ran her hands all over the girl’s sweet, compact black ass, even sliding her thumb down into the crease between her hard, shapely moons to press and caress her pinched-tight anus, which always alarmed and yet sent thrilled shivers through Amber, who did not permit entry there.
       
       “Oh!  Oh!”  She looked back over her shoulder at Laura but said nothing.  She knew Laura would not overstep the boundaries they had tacitly agreed upon. 
       
       Meanwhile Laura was guiding the head of the shiny purple shaft into the wet, gaping, dark pink cauldron of Amber’s open pussy, then slowly pushing it all the way in.
       
       “Ummmnnrrrgghhh!” Amber growled in a soft, guttural groan as it slid into her body.  “Ohnnggg shit!” she gasped., her eyelids fluttering, her cheek pressed to the sheet.
       
       Laura pushed the dildo in as far as it would go, finally feeling her own thigh muscles pushing into Amber’s hard round buttocks.  “You like?”
       
       “Unnhhhhhh!  Oh god . . . yes!”
       
       “Is it too deep?”
       
       “No.  God, it feels so good, Laura!  Pump me hard.”
       
       “Mmmmm,” Laura grinned, “methinks you’re enjoying this too much.”
       
       She began to slide it slowly in and out of Amber’s tight pussy, still running her hands over Amber’s firm buns, then up her dark, supple back, a beauty, massaging the long sleek muscles there, leaning forward to kiss the wings of her shoulderblades and the long, shallow groove in the middle, tickling it with her tongue as she drove the dildo deep into Amber’s squirming body.
       
       “Ungghhh!  Oh!”
       
       Laura leaned down even closer, rubbing her naked breasts against Amber’s bare back, sucking the muscle of one gleaming black shoulder, ripping the dildo into her pussy again, harder this time.
       
       “Auunngghh!”
       
       “You like that?”
       
       “Auunngghh!”
       
       “You love that?”
       
       “Auunngghh!  Oh . . . god . . . yessssss!  Auunngghh!”
       
       “Oh, I’ll bet you want to come, you nasty little creature . . .” Laura whispered into her ear, rising up over her ass and burying the strap-on dildo deep into her pussy.  “You want Auntie Laura to fuck you hard and pull your hair and make you come so hard you pass out . . .”
       
       “Mmmnnnuuunngggg!”
       
       “Don’t you.”
       
       “Yes!”
       
       “And I’m just the one who can do it, right?  I can fuck you harder than anybody.  I can make you scream.  There’s nobody to hear you scream.  Go ahead.”
       
       “Awwwoonngggg!” Amber howled as Laura speared her pussy even harder with the dildo, holding it in one hand now that her thrusting was growing increasingly violent.
       
       She grasped one of Amber’s shoulders with one hand for leverage, and held the dildo with the other, and now began to fuck Amber with hard, piercing, relentless strokes, jabbing the dildo deep into her body, knowing this was what she wanted, what would quickly bring her to the pinnacle of shattering rapture that she was seeking.  And she could feel Amber’s writhing, squirming body under her actually rising to that peak over time.
       
       Amber’s muscles clenched, and her movements became more tense and jerky and urgent.  Her breathing accelerated, and her moans turned into more and more panicky whimpering as the pressure of her gathering orgasm increased.  
       
       “Oh god . . . oh yes . . .  do it harder!” she gasped to Laura, trying to look back over her shoulder but unable to do it as her body writhed and quivered and would not obey her commands.  Then she winced and fell forward as Laura again stabbed the thick purple dildo deep into her tight pussy.  “Ummmgggpphhh!”  She fell forward onto the sheet.  “Owwwnnngggg!  Shit!”
       
       “Oh . . . too hard, baby?”
       
       “Unngmmmgghhh!  No!  Do it . . . harder!  Awwoonggg!”
       
       By now they were fucking like two crazy people.  Laura realized that if anyone were watching them from across the room, that person might certainly become alarmed at the sheer animalistic, frothing fuck-fury they were displaying.  She had not fucked so crazily and violently with anyone in months, probably not with anyone but possibly Dawn, who could sometimes summon this kind of wanton frenzy.  But she also knew this was precisely why Amber had invited her, had flown them both up to this secluded woodsy hideaway, so that they could indulge in exactly this pure, inflammable, lightning storm of raw fucking.
       
       But now she knew it was nearing its culmination.  She could tell from the straining of Amber’s lovely, svelte, dark body under her relentless thrusting, and from the whoops and gagging whimpers and guttural groans that came from her constricted throat.  She knew nobody could take this hammering without coming in wild purple showers of spurting fire, and quickly.  God, I would’ve come a million times by now, she thought as she leaned forward over Amber’s back and speared her pussy again with the fierce dildo.
       
       “Unh!  Unggh!  Auunngggg!” Amber groaned.  “Oh yes!  Oh yes!”
       
       Laura was acutely tuned to the tension in Amber’s body so that she would choose the right moment to deliver the coup de grâce.  And this was it.  Amber was wound tight, gasping and writhing and whimpering almost hysterically, her body clenching and surging and shuddering.  Reaching forward with both hands—she had to release her grip on the dildo and hope that firm, steady thrusting with her hips would keep it in place—she filled them with thick clumps of Amber’s short black hair.  
       
       At this moment Amber was already beginning to come.  Her body flexed and spasmed violently, and a gargled cry of raw ecstasy came ripping up out of her lungs. Laura chose exactly this moment to yank fiercely back with both hands, jerking Amber’s head back as she did, pulling Amber’s hair so sharply that she knew the fiery daggers of pain were shooting through Amber’s scalp and sending jagged electrical shocks through her entire body.  
       
       “ANNNGGGHMMNNGGIIEEEEE!” Amber screamed, a piercing, horrific cry but not of pain.  It was a cry instead of sexual transcendence, a shriek of sensual distress mingled inextricably with a seizure of paralyzing ecstasy.  “ANNNGGGHMMNNGGIIEEEEE!” she shrieked again.  
       
       Laura held on for dear life.  Amber’s svelte, limber body was flipping and straining under her as if to throw her off, and yet she knew there was no such intent.  The girl was merely careening through several orgasms, one following the next, ‘going multiple,’ as it were, in a prolonged paroxysm of wrenching, shattering physical rapture.  It seemed to go on for a long time.  Laura was certainly finished thrusting and hair-pulling and fulfilling every other part of her obligation long before Amber began to slow down and recover her senses.
       
       Gently Laura helped her collapse back to the sheet.  She released the clumps of Amber’s hair from her fists and patted them tenderly back into place, wishing she could soothe the burning she knew was hurting Amber’s scalp too.  Amber for her part lay gasping and panting and still shuddering now and then, face down on the mattress, looking blasted and stunned and raked by this fantastic sexual moment she had endured.
       
       Laura carefully withdrew the wet strap-on dildo and slid out of the harness.  She could not refrain from caressing Amber’s beautiful curvy black bottom with her fingertips as she returned from depositing the Purple Pussy Pumper on a chair next to the bed.  Amber turned her head and smiled up at Laura with infinite languor, her shining eyes still reflecting the depths of sexual pulverization she had just emerged from.
       
       “You’d like to do that to my ass too, wouldn’t you, you nasty little white bitch.”  She smiled to punctuate this accusation.
       
       “Oh, I never do any such thing without permission,” Laura avowed, smiling back.
       
       Amber half-turned her body so that she was lying on her side.  Laura’s eyes roamed up and down her nakedness, lingering on her lovely breasts, and the long sweep of her black midriff, and her long firm black thighs.  Amber’s smallish breasts were very firm and did not droop more than a little when she lay like this on her side.
       
       “I guess I’m going to have to buy you a bracelet for your other arm, after that,” Amber said, almost breathlessly, her eyes still a little glassy.  “You scoured my pots, girl.”
       
       Laura cuddled up closer to her, and they embraced.  “You make it sound so rough,” she pouted.
       
       “It was rough, my darling,” Amber purred, sucking Laura’s neck.  “Why do you think I flew us up here to the woods?  It wasn’t to walk along the lake and feed the geese.  I needed some feeding of my own.”  She drew circles on Laura’s bare shoulder with one long, tapered black forefinger, looking reflective.  “You know, I told you I have two sweetie pies.  One in Chicago, one in Paris.”  She stared directly into Laura’s eyes.  “Neither one of them will fuck me like that.  Like my Laura.”
       
       “Is that why you keep me a secret in San Francisco?”
       
       Amber smiled broadly and kissed her full on the mouth.  “You, my darling, are a genius.  Nothing gets by you, does it.”   She squeezed Laura’s breasts in her hands.  “Are you ready for your repayment?  Or would you rather lounge on the deck and watch the morning reflected in the lake for a while?  To rest up?”
       
       Laura nibbled her cute black earlobe.  “We’ve got all day to fuck, right?  Let’s not miss the dawn.”
       
       Amber got off the bed and retrieved two silk kimonos for them from the closet, which told Laura that she had probably done this before, being well-prepared.  “Come with me, my pet.”  She smiled and beckoned Laura with a crooked finger.  “You know, we might even risk it on the open deck.  Doing it, I mean  This is the only house for about half a mile radius.  Do you like screwing in the open air?”
       
       “Depends on who I’m screwing,” Laura grinned.  “You?  I don’t care where.  I lose myself in you.”
       
       Amber grabbed the champagne bottle, sitting on the bed stand from last night with its ‘fresh-keeper’ cork still in it, and her own glass.  “Good.  Don’t forget your glass,” she nodded toward Laura’s.  “The only thing we have to worry about, I guess, is arousing the bears, though they’re probably all dumpster-diving at this hour.”  
       
       She made a clever, half-serious face and led Laura out to the deck, where they spent an hour enjoying the view but forbore to tempt the bears and soon ended up back in the bedroom, groaning and whimpering and exhausting one another with deeply ingenious physical love.  Champagne for breakfast (even though warmish and a little stale), Laura reflected, had that effect on you.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS text 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, 1999-2007.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



