       Laura - Chapter 329
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       “Auntie Laura, why do people moan when they have sex?”
       
       Laura and Alana were on the floor in Alana’s bedroom, playing Black Barbie goes to work.  Alana had an impressive set of Black Barbie accoutrements and accessories.  She blurted this question out without warning, and Laura could see her shrewdly waiting for her answer.  She was at least as clever as her Mom at laying traps.
       
       Laura, meanwhile, was blooming like a red sunset, feeling the hot blush suffuse her entire face and neck.  “Why . . .” she stammered awkwardly.  “I guess . . . you know how you . . . well, stretch and moan when you wake up in the morning?  When you’re just lying there in bed and feeling so warm and drowsy and good?  You just sort of moan because you feel so good, right?”
       
       There, she thought.  That’s a good answer.  That ought to nail it.  I’m proud of myself for thinking of it.
       
       Alana just looked at her.  As if there were more.  A more satisfying answer, perhaps.  “Mommy moans loud,” she finally said.  “You moan soft.”
       
       Laura swallowed and plunged her hands into Black Barbie’s closet, trying to come up with a new outfit, something to steer the conversation to a new level.  
       
       “My Uncle Mike . . . he doesn’t come over any more . . .” Alana continued, “he used to shout and groan like he hurt himself.”  She leaned close to Laura, conspiratorially.  “Mommy doesn’t know I heard them.  Don’t tell her, okay?”
       
       “Okay.”  Laura blinked and saw one of her hands was shaking.  “Maybe we should check on your Mom and see if dinner’s ready,” she suggested.  
       
       Alana did not move.  She showed no inclination to stop this conversation.  “Are you and Mommy going to have sex tonight?”
       
       Laura made a long face, a harried grownup face.  “I don’t know.  Probably not,” she added as an afterthought.
       
       “Why not?”
       
       Laura shrugged.  “I’m tired.  Your Mommy’s probably tired, too.”
       
       “Is it hard to have sex when you’re tired?”
       
       Laura laughed, and got to her feet.  “You are full of questions.”  She pulled Alana up too.  “Let’s go check on dinner.  We’ll get back to Barbie after we eat.”
       
       Nyomi was in the kitchen, hatching one of her supermarket rotisserie chicken specialties.  “I was just coming to get you guys.  Din din is served.  Watch out for the tiny bones.  They really cook the devil out of these things.”
       
       Laura, who could rarely even walk into a room where Nyomi was present without melting in a lather of seething lechery, tried to push this instant lust down down down, unable to rip her eyes from the woman’s statuesque body or exquisitely lovely face, or her electrifying grey eyes, so unusual in a black woman.  They had not been in bed together for weeks, due to unavoidable circumstance on both sides.  And tonight, with Alana here, they would also have to restrain their mutual need.  They would fuck later, but it would not be the keening, whooping, thrashing conflagration both wanted.  She could detect a flicker of the same passionate hunger in Nyomi’s riveting grey eyes, though it was clear she was trying to keep this naked physical craving a secret from her precocious daughter, who had just been grilling Laura on their sexual practices in the other room.
       
       They talked of work, and Alana’s school.  Afterwards, Laura helped Nyomi with the dishes, while Alana returned to Black Barbie.  She risked a quick brush of her lips against Nyomi’s impossibly smooth black cheek, while drying off a plate.  As always, Nyomi’s peculiarly sexual scent, an amalgam of her perfume and her intoxicating bodily fragrance, sent Laura into transports of physical craving. 
       
       “I want you,” she whispered.  She briefly sucked Nyomi’s earlobe.
       
       “Better be careful.”  Nyomi made a nasty but also satirical face.  “The little Nazi prison guard in there will hear you.  She’ll stay awake purposely to prevent us from doing it.”  
       
       But then, wet hands and all, she strode to the kitchen door and peeped around it, hurriedly returning to Laura and planting a hasty but ardent kiss, tongue and all, on Laura’s mouth.  “There.  That’ll have to hold you.”
       
       “I want to—”
       
       “Don’t say it,” Nyomi interrupted her.  “You’ve already got me so horny I could scream.”
       
       Even though their sex would not be as hot as either of them wanted, Laura still realized that there was a certain erotic excitement and undercurrent that accompanied this risky behavior.  Paradoxically, trying not to be caught by Alana gave a spice to their movements and their speech that nothing else would have given.  
       
       She leaned close and kissed Nyomi’s cheek again.  “I want to run my mouth all over your naked body,” she whispered.
       
       Nyomi actually shivered, a sharp, uncontrollable tremor that was however as quickly gone as it had quickly arrived.  “See what you’re doing to me,” she laughed softly.  “I’m going to break something.  At least wait until the dishes are finished.”
       
       Laura grinned.  “It’s much safer when your hands are in water up to your wrists.”
       
       Nyomi lifted her dripping hands up out of the dishwater.  “Maybe you’d like to see how they feel around your pretty white neck.”
       
       Laura raised one eyebrow lubriciously.  “I’d like to see how it feels if I handcuffed them behind your back and then licked you from your toes to your eyebrows.”
       
       Nyomi broke into a helpless guffaw, shocked and titillated by Laura’s words.  “Ooooh, you are sooooo bad!  So evil, Laura!  God, I’ll bet you would do that!”
       
       “You bet I would,” Laura breathed, again leaning close and kissing her smooth, long neck, bringing one dish-towel encased hand up to her breasts and squeezing one large globe with her fingers through the fabric both of the towel and Nyomi’s blouse and bra.  She slithered her tongue into Nyomi’s beautiful ear.  “I would tie you up and handcuff you and fuck you senseless.”
       
       “Oh shit . . . oh shit . . .” Nyomi gasped through her soft laughter, holding onto the edge of the sinkboard.  “Get away from me, girl!  You are getting me so hot and bothered!  She is going to be in here in a minute, telling us to get a room.”  She still could not stop her gales of happy laughter.
       
       Laura pulled back a little, aware that Nyomi was right.  Alana was just cunning enough to surprise them at a moment like this.  Together, they bent to the task and quickly finished.  Nyomi flirted as she dried her hands finally and hung the dish towel on a hook.
       
       “I’m going to change.  You’re going to read Alana a bedtime story.  Then, my luff . . .” she used their private word, leaning closer and whispering and screwing up her features in a mask of disbelief, “do you really have some handcuffs?  God, that sounds so exciting!”
       
       Laura smiled calmly, then kissed her on her glowing black forehead.  “I really do.  But I don’t have them with me, and furthermore I would never use them when you-know-who is around.”
       
       Nyomi nodded in agreement.  “Of course.  Just another reason to trundle the little sweetie over to Grandma’s next time.”  
       
       Laura caressed her cheek with her fingertips.  “I think we can have a wonderful time even without them,” she murmured.  
       
       “Just read her to sleep, Laura,” Nyomi said firmly, heading down the hallway to her own bedroom.
       
       Laura did as she was bidden and rejoined Nyomi about half an hour later in the living room, where Nyomi was wearing her fluffy pale yellow bathrobe, which always made her so fetching to Laura that little prickly alarms went off insanely deep in her pussy.  
       
       “I’m naked under my robe,” Nyomi winked at her from across the room.  “Did you put little Miss Sexual Curiosity to sleep?”
       
       “I did, but I’m never quite sure she’ll stay that way.  Or that she isn’t pretending.  She asked me earlier why people moan.”
       
       Nyomi scooted over on the sofa, patting a place next to her for Laura.  “And you said . . . ?”
       
       “I said it was like waking up all warm and snuggly.  Feeling good.  Don’t know whether she bought it.  By the way, she wants Mommy to kiss her goodnight.”
       
       Nyomi bent close and kissed Laura under her earlobe, then up and down her neck.  “I’d like to wake up next to you some time.  Why don’t you stay over?”
       
       Laura slid one hand under the lapel of Nyomi’s robe, cupping one large warm breast, feeling the thick knob of Nyomi’s nipple push into her palm.  “Because, my dear,” she breathed against her cheek, “I would be fucking you all night.  There would be no sleep.”
       
       Nyomi laughed softly.  “At least you’re not blaming it on the cats.”
       
       “Oh, them too,” Laura smiled.  “The poor babies.  My sex life is kind of hard on them.  But I left them a little extra this morning, knowing I would be here for a while.”
       
       “I can’t believe the singer knows you’re sleeping with . . . well, god, I don’t know who you’re sleeping with besides that shy little mouse Bonnie, and me.  But even just the two of us . . . doesn’t she mind?”
       
       “She doesn’t know.  I mean ‘know’ know.  She’s aware I’m not just sitting home doing jigsaw puzzles, but she is gone a lot and so she’s sympathetic and understanding.  She knows I love her above everything.”
       
       Nyomi made a familiar grimace.  “Lucky her.  She got a treasure in you.”  She looked down at Laura’s hand inside her bathrobe.  “Are you going to just squeeze that forever, or are you going to suck it?”
       
       “Do you think it’s safe?  I mean, it’s not exactly moaning.  It’s more . . .”
       
       “Advanced?”
       
       Laura nodded.
       
       “I sit at my desk sometimes and look down at them and . . . imagine you sucking them.  Right there.  It makes me so squirmy and hot and horny I have to stand up and walk around, just to stop thinking it.”
       
       “I’ll bet there are ten people, male and female, right there in that office with you who would die to suck them.”  Laura massaged Nyomi’s big, soft nipple with her fingertips, feeling it stiffen and pop up a little.
       
       “You’re probably right.  But you’re the one who gets to do it.  C’mon, let’s go in the bedroom.  We can do it to each other.”
       
       Nyomi was a big fan of ‘Breast 69,’ as she called it.  They lay with bodies extended in opposite directions, one on top, dangling her breasts in the other’s face, the other on the bottom, the top one’s face over her breasts, and they sucked and licked and squeezed and caressed each other this way for an interminable period until they could stand it no longer and succumbed to passionate fucking.  This was not a foreign practice to Laura since Makeeda too was very fond of it, and they did it together often.  However, Nyomi was new to the lesbian game and seemed to have invented it all by herself.
       
       “So . . .” she said, almost breathlessly as she shut the bedroom door behind them, “who wants to be on the bottom?”
       
       Laura smiled at her and shrugged, slowly removing her own clothes and folding them neatly on a nearby chair.  “I love either way.”
       
       “You be on top,” Nyomi said, with finality.  “Yours are smaller and are so pretty when they hang down to my mouth.  I’ll be on bottom.”
       
       Laura, now nearly naked, just removing her bra, gave her a Grouch Marx leer, with waggling eyebrows.  “I’d like to be on your bottom.”
       
       Nyomi grinned, as if blushing, and took off the fluffy pale yellow robe, revealing one of the most magnificent bodies Laura had ever seen.  Breathtaking, she thought.  She quickly divested herself of the rest of her underwear and joined Nyomi on the bed.  The joke about Nyomi’s bottom passed without explicit comment.  Unlike Frankie, she was not about to succumb to anal sex, and like Bonnie the most she had ever permitted Laura to do was finger-massage the outside of her little pinched-tight anus just before she came to give her an added thrilling jolt.  Laura smiled inwardly.  It was a start.  Maybe nothing would ever come of it, and maybe something would.  Meanwhile, her eyes devoured the woman’s wonderful big but shapely ass.
       
       “You’re breathtaking,” she murmured, giving voice to her thoughts.
       
       “Oh . . . be quiet,” Nyomi said, pulling her close, kissing her mouth roughly.  “You just want to fuck my bottom, that’s all.  I know you, you pervert.”
       
       “Moi?  Never.”
       
       “Here . . . give me those beautiful white boobies,” Nyomi said, sliding onto her back and pulling Laura into position.
       
       Laura playfully swished her small but perfect breasts in Nyomi’s face, letting her soft coral nipples brush against Nyomi’s lips, biting her lower lip with pleasure as Nyomi swiped at them with her wet tongue.  The sensations were wildly pleasurable, but having the naked globes of Nyomi’s marvelous breasts right there under her own mouth could only heighten her excitement.  She held them in her hands.  She ran her own tongue all over the dark brown areola of one protruding nipple.
       
       “Oooooo . . . that feels good!” Nyomi purred.
       
       Laura grinned and sucked it a little, feeling Nyomi draw one of her own nipples deep into her wet mouth at the same instant.  “Unhhhh!” she gasped, feeling her breast fill with heat and throbbing pleasure.  “You better be careful about making noise,” she warned softly.  “Oh god, that does feel good, doesn’t it.”  She looked down to see Nyomi love-assaulting her dangling breasts with both fingers and lips.
       
       “Suck me, Laura . . . and shut up.  Why do you think I invited you over here, anyway?”
       
       “You just want to use me,” Laura giggled.
       
       “No shit.  I do.”
       
       “Your daughter told me while we were playing that you moan loud and I moan soft.  She also told me Uncle Somebody or Other, who doesn’t come over any more, used to shout and groan like he was being hurt.”
       
       “Mike . . . an old boyfriend,” Nyomi sighed.  “You’re right, he doesn’t come over any more, the prick.”  She smiled up at Laura, squeezing Laura’s delectable wet breasts in both hands.  “He did used to come hard, though.  I never knew a guy to scream like that.  I used to tell him to knock it off, he would wake Alana, but he didn’t seem able to stop it.  He would sound like he was being bayoneted or something, when he came.  God, he shot the hugest loads into me, too.  Sometimes on me.  He liked to fuck me doggy style and then come all over my ass.”
       
       “That ass again,” Laura observed.  
       
       Nyomi stopped playing with Laura’s breasts for a moment, seeming pensive.  “I never knew she really heard that, though.  She really heard him?”
       
       “Apparently she did, my dear.  She asked me not to tell you.”
       
       She could keep her mouth no longer off Nyomi’s nipples and began sucking them hungrily, squeezing the firm balls of Nyomi’s breasts at the same time.  Her mouth made loud smacking-sucking noises.
       
       “You keep smacking and guzzling my titties like that,” Nyomi said, “you’re the one who’s going to wake her up.”
       
       “Sorry, I can’t get enough of them.  Did anyone ever tell you how gorgeous these are?”
       
       “You did, about a thousand times.  Oh shit . . . that feels good, Laura.  You’re making a river flow down there between my thighs.”
       
       “It’s going to just have to flow for a while.  I can’t stop. I want to suck these for about an hour.”
       
       Nyomi gasped and gurgled and sighed but did not object.  Again she began feasting on Laura’s dangling breasts, until Laura’s saliva-wet nipples began to spring up and throb insistently.  They sucked and squeezed each other for a very long time, until their twisting and moaning became imperative signs they couldn’t ignore.
       
       “I think we have to do it, darling,” Nyomi panted, encircling Laura’s neck with one arm and maneuvering her body around on the mattress so that she could kiss her mouth rapaciously.  “I’m burning up for you.”
       
       “Mmmm, you want to go first?” Laura purred to her, kissing her voluptuous dark body everywhere she could.  
       
       “I think I do,” Nyomi laughed softly.  “I’m so selfish.  I think I can come in a second.”
       
       “Not if Mama’s in charge,” Laura cautioned her, sucking one of her large firm breasts thirstily again, holding the warm globe in both hands and devouring Nyomi’s big brown nipple.  “Mama is going to make you wait.”
       
       “You would do that, wouldn’t you.  You bitch.”
       
       “What a way to talk to the woman who’s going to make you come,” Laura pouted playfully, kissing her way down Nyomi’s incredible body.  “Grab a pillow, my pet.  You’re going to need it.  Remember, you moan loud, according to your own daughter.”
       
       Nyomi smiled and reached upward to drag down a pillow from the top of the bed.  “I’m going to squeak and squeal,” she said, panting more heavily now.  “The way your little fuck bunny Bonnie does.  Does she squeak when you fuck her?  She’s so shy and quiet.  I’ll bet she squeaks like squeaky brakes when you make her come, right?”
       
       Laura had a split second to decide whether to become irritated, which would have squelched the whole thing, or to shrug off Nyomi’s rude allusions.  It dawned on her suddenly that Nyomi was actually jealous.  Of Bonnie.  True, she was also a little jealous of Makeeda and had made snide comments once or twice about the plane carrying ‘the singer’ crashing on its way to or from Japan or Europe.  But she had never met or even seen Makeeda, whereas she had done Laura a favor by getting Bonnie a job with the city.  And she had even coached Bonnie and loaned her money for presentable office clothes.  She had spent time with Bonnie, evidently enough time to imagine what it might be like when Bonnie and Laura were fucking.
       
       By now Laura had slid between Nyomi’s thighs and slipped down so that her lips were only inches from the Black Orchid, her name for the woman’s gorgeous cunt, which was a masterpiece of floppy-lipped black beauty.  She loved taking Nyomi’s cuntlips in her own lips and sucking them passionately.  She spread the thick, wiry-but-soft tufts of black crotch hair away with her fingers to expose the glistening wet dark pink seam between the protruding wavy lips.
       
       “Sounds like you’re jealous of her, you nasty thing,” she smiled up at Nyomi.  “Poor sweet little Bonnie.  What did she ever do to you?”
       
       Nyomi was panting and twisting more frantically.  “Forget her,” she urged Laura, her beautiful face contorted by sexual need.  “Just do me.  I need to come.  Don’t make me wait.  Please!”
       
       “Maybe you’d like to see what turns little Bonnie on,” Laura teased, licking the outer lips of Nyomi’s sweet pussy.  “What turns her into a fuck-me maniac.”
       
       “Don’t tell me,” Nyomi grinned through her contorted sexual grimace.  “She loves those g-spot volcanoes like you gave me the first time.  When we woke Alana up.  Kind of like a Laura’s Hot Fudge Surprise.  Right?  Turns your whole womb inside out.”
       
       “Actually,” Laura purred, still slowly licking the outer folds of Nyomi’s exquisite pussy, “she likes something else.”
       
       “Unhhhh!  Oh!  Unhhh!” Nyomi panted.  She propped herself up on her elbows to gaze more sharply down at Laura.  Her large, dark nipples were magnets to Laura’s eyes.  “Okay, I’m dying to know.  I don’t want you giving her what you won’t give me.”
       
       “Are you sure?” Laura grinned, sliding the tips of two preliminary fingers up into the wet, warm portal of Nyomi’s oozing honey pot.  The view of her beautiful face just above the almost mountainous upswept slopes of her large naked breasts was breathtaking and wildly arousing to Laura, who wanted to consume her wholly at this instant.
       
       Nyomi’s enchanting grey eyes suddenly flashed with fire.  “Yes!  Laura . . . please.”
       
       By now Laura was making a wedge with her small hand, inserting the tips of her other fingers too into the warm, gooey slit.  Nyomi was a large woman, a voluptuous, statuesque woman, and had a correspondingly large pussy; not a tender, tight little furrow but a full-blown love blossom.  And Laura had a small hand.  With the help of the finger wedge and a little rotation, it was inside Nyomi’s tight but slippery quim before either of them knew it.  Laura could feel the wiry fringe of Nyomi’s crotch hair ticking the skin of her wrist.
       
       “Ohhnnggmm!”  Nyomi made a surprised, guttural little yelp.  Her eyes widened, half in fear, half in fierce, unexpected pleasure  “What . . . are you doing?”
       
       Laura grinned at her.  “What Bonnie likes.  You wanted to know.”
       
       Her electrifying grey eyes still gaping wide, Nyomi looked down at Laura’s arm, embedded up to the wrist inside her cunt.  It was a stunning sight since her abnormally large cunt lips, black and wet and shiny, were splayed and clinging like a hungry mouth to Laura’s wrist.  
       
       “Unnnghhh . . . oh god!” she was unable to suppress a sharp sexual groan.  “Oh shit . . . I can’t believe this!”
       
       Until now, except for the initial penetration, Laura had not moved her hand.  But now she twisted it a little to give Nyomi the full sensation.  Nyomi’s face underwent a slow transfiguration, as if an unusual and nearly unbearable pleasure was overtaking her.
       
       “Unnngghhhh!” she groaned again.  “Shit, I don’t believe this,” she repeated, but in a softer, more choked up voice this time.
       
       “Mmmmm, you like that,” Laura murmured.
         
       Nyomi glowered at her.  For a brief instant she couldn’t tell if it was anger or fierce lust she saw in her wild eyes.  But then Nyomi’s expression began a slow modulation into a mixture of sublime physical bliss mingled with shocked disbelief.
       
       “Oh god . . . I think you’re going to make me come!” she gasped, her breath coming quicker, her eyes darting down again to Laura’s arm protruding from her pussy.
       
       “Oh, I am,” Laura purred to her, kissing her long, smooth, flexing stomach, running her free hand up to Nyomi’s marvelous large breasts and squeezing them.  Rarely did she fuck with a woman who had such large breasts, and it was a pleasure to squeeze and knead them, and also suck them, which she also did now again, passionately.  “Oh . . . I certainly am going to make you come,” she purred softly.  “Do you want me to make you come this way?”
       
       Nyomi’s grey eyes were now streaked with red and had that tinge of happy panic one displayed just before sexual volcanoes began to erupt.  And Laura had not even done much yet but insert her hand into the girl’s lovely pussy.  And yet she could feel that strange intimacy now begin to envelop them, the deep, almost searing emotional glow that often accompanied fisting.  No wonder, she thought.  You’ve got your arm halfway inside another person’s body.  No wonder you would both feel somehow mysteriously connected in a deeper way than ever before.  No woman she knew who had once experienced it could ever stop craving it afterward, and some—Mavis, Bonnie—became true addicts.
       
       She could see Nyomi felt it too, and that it was part of the mixed shock and scorching horniness she was now feeling.  “Oh . . . fuck!” she cried out, louder than before.
       
       Laura smiled at her, now fucking her with her own hand more forcefully, more rhythmically, more deeply, twisting her fist inside Nyomi’s tight, wet pussy, watching the grimaces pass over her beautiful face, watching her grey eyes flash.  “Voice,” she reminded her.  “Not too loud.”
       
       Nyomi shook her head violently.  “I don’t care if she hears!  Fuck!  You are making me come!”
       
       “Still . . .” Laura grabbed the pillow Nyomi had drawn down earlier and pushed it toward her hand, as if to encourage her to use it.  “Try to keep it down.”
       
       “Unngghhhhh!  Owwnnggghh!  Shit!  Yes!  Fuck me harder, Laura!  God . . . this is so great!  Why didn’t you ever show me this before?  Ungghhhh!  Oh . . . fuck!”
       
       What can I do? Laura thought, troubled but also swept up in the heated ardor and sexual magic of the moment.  I can’t just stop.  Make her quiet down.  She’s too far gone.  She is going to come, and any second, too.  
       
       There was no way she could stop this thrilling fuck, even if she wanted to.  Nyomi was twisting and writhing and pumping and mewling and yelping and whimpering and—yes, moaning!  Moaning louder than ever, groaning, begging Laura to keep it up, to do it harder.
       
       “Awwonnnggg!  Yes!  Ungghh!  Yes!  Oh FUCK!”
       
       Now the earlier mystical union phase had passed into this surging, semi-violent, physically strenuous pumping and thrusting and shuddering and half-shrieking.  And Laura, completely swept up in the vital, passionate fury of Nyomi’s need, could do nothing but strive to bring it to its certain conclusion.
       
       “Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . . oh yes . . .” she panted, fucking Nyomi hard and fast with her hand, figuring that the best they could do now was get it over with quickly.
       
       “Oh fuck oh god oh fuck now now,” Nyomi panted back, her eyes wide with astonishment as the first flames of her orgasm flared sharply up inside her body.
       
       “Yes yes yes!” Laura encouraged her, feeling Nyomi’s large and long body arch and bow and strain under her, feeling her pubic bone bearing down on her inner wrist as she tried to mash her clit into it, feeling her shudder, hearing her wail and cry out in a fierce shout of piercing pleasure that could easily awaken the whole neighborhood, let alone Alana sleeping down the hall.
       
       “AWOONNNGGGHHHH!  MNNNGGHHIIIEEEEE!  AWWONNGGG!” she roared, her whole pelvis shaking and quaking in wild jolts as a scalding ecstasy gripped her flesh.  “Oooohhhhhh . . . uuuoonnnnnhhhh!” she moaned more softly in the troughs of her orgasm, but then geared up for another earsplitting groan.  “HHHAAAUNNGGHHH!  OH SHIT1  OH FUUUUUCK!  MMNNNGGGHHIIIIIE!”
       
       This time, after giving birth to these horrific spasms, she collapsed back into the mattress, merely gasping and wheezing for breath, cooing and gurgling instead of roaring and groaning, now mewling softly and slackening as the hard spasms finally released her.  In all their time together Laura had never seen her come like this.
       
       But while Nyomi was recovering, Laura could not help thinking that Alana was certainly awake now, and would be knocking on the door shortly.  Oh gosh, I better get us squared away here before she does! she thought.  She slid her wet hand out of Nyomi’s pussy, trying to go gently on her, but making Nyomi gasp and wince nonetheless.
       
       “Oh!  Don’t take it out!  Please!”
       
       Laura was already on the way to the adjacent bathroom, the one in which she had hid after the first time Alana had caught them fucking.  Over her shoulder she smiled at Nyomi.  “You roared.  You woke her for sure.  She’ll be here in a second.”
       
       “You beast!” Nyomi snapped, unable to suppress her broad, sexually satisfied smile.  “Just fuck a girl and then leave her pining away for a mere kiss.”
       
       Laura peeped around the corner of the bathroom, where she was looking for a towel.  “You’ll get your kiss in a second.”
       
       Nyomi was still pouting playfully but looking like a delicious black version of The Naked Maja when Laura returned, wiping her hand with a towel.  They still had not heard a rap on the door.  Nyomi had her hands behind her head and was stretched out in all her voluptuous magnificence, her large jutting breasts more alluring than ever, the wide, dark circles of her nipples gleaming.  
       
       “You like fucking me, don’t you,” she murmured, stating the obvious.
       
       “I love fucking you.”
       
       “Why did you never show me this nasty thing until now?”
       
       “You mean Bonnie’s little secret?”
       
       “She must be a lot kinkier than I thought.”
       
       “That’s not kinky,” Laura scoffed, crawling back onto the bed with her.  “You’ve probably had dicks in you that were bigger than my hand.”
       
       Nyomi reached over and stroked that hand tenderly, running her fingertips across Laura’s knuckles.  “Maybe you’re right.  At least one.  Alana’s father has one that’s as big as an ax handle.  Good thing we split up before she was old enough to know what was going on.”  She paused and caressed Laura’s hand again with her fingers, her grey eyes glowing as they held Laura’s with a deep, meaningful stare.  “But it never made me feel like that.”
       
       Laura smiled and kissed her.  “There . . . that’s your kiss.  I’m sure you’re forgetting how hard you came when he fucked you with his ax handle.”
       
       Nyomi shook her head, wide-eyed, deadpan innocent.  “I remember every time I’ve ever been fucked.”
       
       “Liar.”
       
       “At least by you,” Nyomi murmured, kissing her again.  “God, I’m parched after that.  Want to share a beer?  There’s some in the door of the fridge.  Could you get one and bring it back while I pee?  You made all my muscles relax.  I’ve got to go,” she said, hopping off the bed and heading for the bathroom.
       
       “Be right back,” Laura said, pulling on Nyomi’s fluffy yellow bathrobe.
       
       She heard not a peep from Alana’s bedroom as she passed it in the darkened hallway.  A miracle! she thought.  She’s still asleep.  How could she not have woke up after that?  Nevertheless, it was a great relief.  But on the way back from the kitchen, with the opened bottle of beer in her hand, she ran into Alana in her pajamas, standing in the half-opened doorway to her bedroom.
       
       “Psssst . . . Auntie Laura,” she whispered.
       
       Startled, Laura stopped in her tracks.  “Oh honey . . . did we wake you up?”
       
       Alana shook her head.  “Don’t tell Mommy.”
       
       “Oh . . . of course not, sweetie.”  She took Alana’s elbow in one hand and steered her back into the bedroom, which was partially illuminated by a small night light in the corner in the shape of a plastic angel.  “Here, let me help you back into bed.  She’s in the bathroom anyway and won’t know you woke up.”
       
       “Mommy screamed.”
       
       Laura did not know what to say to this and so swallowed and said nothing.
       
       “Is she okay?”
       
       “She’s okay.  Want me to sit with you a minute until you fall back to sleep?”
       
       “Why did she scream ‘fuck’?”
       
       God, this little darling has great ears, Laura thought.  She could feel herself blushing in the near-darkness.  “I . . . I don’t know.  But she’s okay.”
       
       “It sort of scared me, if you want to know,” Alana said softly.  “But I guess I’m all right now.  Maybe you could try to get her not to scream so much when she’s sexing.  You don’t scream that much.”
       
       “Oh, sometimes . . .” Laura said, distractedly.  I wish this conversation was over.  It’s taxing my ingenuity.  “I’ll try,” she said, a little more earnestly.  “But you have to promise me you’ll try to get back to sleep.”
       
       “I probably won’t be able to go back to sleep until you guys stop having sex,” Alana said with perfect good sense.
       
       “Well,” Laura said reluctantly, “I’ll probably be going home in a few minutes.  I think we’re probably finished.”  And that’s the truth, she thought, ruefully, since she herself had not had an orgasm, which now seemed further away and more impossible than ever.
       
       Alana appeared to be thinking it over.  “I think Mommy gets sad when you leave.  She likes you a lot.  You better stay a little while longer.”
       
       Laura smiled and patted her knee, helping her back into bed and pulling up the covers.  Long enough to pop my little balloon, I hope, she thought.  “I’ll make sure she isn’t sad,” she reassured Alana.  “I’ll give her a big kiss and tuck her in, just like I’m doing for you.”
       
       Alana accepted her kiss.  “I wish you lived here all the time,” she said.  “So we could do this every night.”
       
       “Good night, sweetie,” Laura murmured, kissing her again.
       
       Back in the master bedroom, Nyomi was again spread out naked across the bed.  Laura’s breath caught in her throat as she came through the door and shut it behind her.  She was almost paralyzed with desire.  This woman is so impossibly gorgeous!  I am so susceptible to her beauty.  I just want to consume her!  Nyomi’s smooth, taut, dark flesh against the pale sheets was startling and even thrilling.  Her firm round breasts were fruit for Laura’s hands and hungry mouth.  I want to swallow them! she thought.  I want to swallow her!
       
       How can I leave?  She could feel the physical need jump up and shout within her body.  I want her so much!  I want to press myself against that beautiful naked body and come unbelievably!
       
       Nyomi could see Laura’s reaction to her body, and Laura’s paralysis.  She held out her arms.  “Just move slowly, my luff, and come over here and take what’s yours,” she murmured in a low, sultry voice.
       
       They used ‘luff’ instead of ‘love’ as a secret word, and the more they used it together, the more it seemed like love as opposed to luff.  Laura shed the bathrobe as she approached the bed.  She sat the opened beer bottle on the bedstand.
       
       “We woke her up,” she whispered, climbing on the bed and effortlessly sliding into Nyomi’s embrace, pushing her own small naked breasts into Nyomi’s delectable globes.  “Or I should say: You woke her up.  ‘Auntie Laura, why did Mommy scream ‘fuck?’”
       
       “Oh god,” Nyomi gulped, appalled.  “I did that, didn’t I.”
       
       Laura nodded.  She was nearly overcome sexually by the odor of Nyomi’s body pressing this close, her face in Nyomi’s hair, her fingertips roaming her naked back, her nipples mashing into her wide beautiful black nipples.  “I need you to fuck me,” she murmured.  “I need it bad.  I’ll try not to make any noise.”
       
       Nyomi’s tongue snaked into her ear.  “If I fuck you, you will scream.  I can’t help myself.”
       
       “She’ll hear me.”
       
       “We’ll wait a few minutes.  Or, I can go give her a Benadryl.  That’ll make her fall asleep again.”
       
       “We can’t do that.  It’s like giving her . . . drugs.  Just so we can fuck.  It’s so . . . selfish.”
       
       “I’ve done it before.  Even when you were here.”
       
       “I know.  But I always felt awful about it.”
       
       Nyomi was kissing her neck, fondling her breasts, pinching her nipples, rubbing her wet pussy with one hand, doing everything to make Laura die of need.  “You want me to crunch you with my thunder thigh, like last time?”
       
       “Oh god!”  Laura could feel her heart palpitate wildly at the thought.  Her pussy tingled and throbbed.
       
       “I’ll take that for a ‘yes’,” Nyomi murmured, now scooping one of Laura’s small breasts up in her palm and sucking Laura’s nipple between her sensual lips.
       
       Laura was lost.  She looked down at Nyomi’s mouth engulfing her breast and gave herself over to the warmth spreading throughout her body and the rivers of creamy juice now flowing in her cunt.  “Oh!” she heard herself gasping softly.  “Unh!  Oh!”
       
       “Here, I’ve got an idea,” Nyomi said, shifting her own body and rearranging Laura’s, sliding one thick, gleaming, beautifully shaped thigh between Laura’s thighs and rising slightly up over her supine body.  She dangled her unbelievably gorgeous naked breasts in Laura’s face again, as they had done earlier.  “You just stuff one of these in your mouth.  I know how sucking makes you come, you little pervert.  It’ll muffle your cries and make you come at the same time.  Plus,” she grinned wickedly, “I get a little charge out of it, too.”
       
       Laura smiled up at her.  She needed no convincing.  She would do anything to get one of Nyomi’s plump, delicious dark nipples into her mouth at any time, and this was no different.  She could feel an urgent orgasm deep within her, just dying to get out.  Without a word, she clasped one large, dangling globe in both hands and opened her lips and took Nyomi’s beautiful nipple inside.
       
       “Unngghhh!” Nyomi herself groaned at the feel of it.  “I see I don’t have to convince you.  Anngghh!  Oh shit . . . darling . . . you suck hard!”
       
       Laura was writhing.  She couldn’t help herself.  Nyomi knew it and quickly brought the hard, smooth muscle of her thigh up into Laura’s crotch until it rubbed gently into Laura’s oozing pussy.  All thoughts of Alana lying awake down the hall, listening for sexual screams and expletives, left Laura’s mind.  She knew she had to try to be quiet, but her body betrayed her.  The mere touch of Nyomi’s thigh muscle against her swollen, inflamed pussy lips sent hot flames of sexual excitement through her flesh.
       
       “Ohhhnnnnn!” she moaned, only trying to hear after the fact if her moan had been loud or soft.  ‘Mommy moans loud, you moan soft,’ Alana, the expert listener, had told her.
       
       As if to stifle Laura’s moans, Nyomi pushed her breast harder against Laura’s face.  “Suck . . . honey . . . suck . . .” she panted, as if she were as stirred up by this act as Laura clearly was.
       
       Now she began to move her thigh.  Laura was in heaven.  Her eyes rolled up.  She clamped her lips onto Nyomi’s big nipple and sucked it fervently, squealing softly at the same time, her squeals muffled by Nyomi’s breast mashing into her face, as Nyomi’s thigh began to mash into her aching cunt.
       
       “Mnnngeee!  Mnnnggeee!” she squealed, but this time her cries were smothered by Nyomi’s sweet flesh.
       
       She couldn’t breathe!  She didn’t care that she couldn’t breathe!  In a split second she would be coming like Krakatoa going off.  There was something to be said for this crazy position.  They were jouncing and struggling and chuffing and clutching each other desperately, pumping and twisting, and it was as if their hot, heaving bodies had merged even more than they usually did into a thrilling unit of sexual mania that would result any instant in a molten meltdown.  
       
       Nyomi, of course, was not playing fair.  (Did she ever?)  She had clamped her thighs around one of Laura’s and was actively pumping herself into a second orgasm at the same time that she was thigh-crunching Laura into one of her own.  The happy struggle of their two striving bodies was the most exciting thing Laura had been a part of for days.  Weeks!  Even fucking Frankie up the ass was not this exciting, as Frankie liked it slow and relentless.  This, instead, was sheer fiery desperation.
       
       “Unhhhh!  Ummnngghh!  Ungghhh!” Laura grunted, hearing her groans and whimpering matched now by Nyomi’s own, and also hearing the wild creaking and bumping of the bed as they clawed and pummeled each other toward an explosive conclusion.
       
       Oh god!  Oh god! Laura thought wildly as Nyomi increased the pressure, grinding her hard thigh muscle into Laura’s pussy again and again and again, until Laura’s writhing body was pulsing and streaming with fire and then erupting in thrilling spasms of ecstasy.
       
       It was a rupturing orgasm, the kind she had not had for months, it seemed, a pulverizing, wrenching, shuddering beauty that scorched and wracked her body.
       
       “Uuummnnngggiiieee!” she screamed, but again her screams were muffled by the bulging globe of Nyomi’s beautiful breast mashed into her face and her mouth.  “Ohhmmnnggg!  Umnmnggghhh!”
       
       But this time she did care that she couldn’t breathe and was forced to release Nyomi’s nipple from her mouth and forcibly turn her head sideways to desperately suck air into her lungs as yet another sharp spasm of almost excruciating pleasure gripped her womb and forced another hot yelp out of her throat.
       
       “Anngghhiieee!”
       
       “Shhhhhhhhh!” Nyomi suddenly said, trying not to giggle, then yelping herself as the trailing end of her own orgasm gave her one last wrench.
       
       Laura realized that Nyomi had come too, again, and yet her own climax had been so intense that Nyomi’s barely registered on her until now.  But Nyomi, as she rolled to the side, was glassy-eyed and slack-mouthed and panting heavily.  Also still trying not to giggle.
       
       “Shit . . . if that doesn’t wake her up, nothing will,” she laughed softly to Laura.  “We were bad, girl.”
       
       Laura could not suppress a shocked grin herself, as her breath slowly came back and the sweet throbbing in her body dissipated.  “Why can’t we have gentle, soft, quiet sex like other people?” she wondered out loud.  “We always have these squeal-and-shriek collisions, when with her sleeping in the other room we should be just humming and clinging together and . . . I don’t know, coming quietly and sedately.”
       
       This summoned a huge guffaw from Nyomi, followed by a raised eyebrow.  “Sleeping?  You think she’s still sleeping?  After that?”  She grinned broadly.  “And what people do you know who ‘come sedately’?  Does your little fuck bunny Bonnie ‘come sedately’ when you shove your fist up her tight little black pussy?”
       
       Laura frowned.  “Don’t get nasty.  It doesn’t become you.  I hope she still is asleep.”
       
       Nyomi drew closer and cuddled with her.  “I told you I should’ve given her that Benadryl.  You wouldn’t let me.  If she wakes up, I’m blaming it on you.”  She grew kittenish, fondling Laura’s breasts, kissing her chin, her cheek.  “Did the thigh crusher make you come good?”
       
       “Oh god!” Laura said, remembering it, her eyes rolling up.
       
       “See?  Even if it did wake her up, it was worth it.  Right?”
       
       They still had heard nothing from Alana and were still expecting a knock on the door any second.  Laura kissed her.  She clutched the large, firm moons of Nyomi’s splendid bottom with both hands.  “If this didn’t wake her up, next time I’m going to fuck you in the ass!” she teased.
       
       Nyomi growled playfully, pinching Laura’s ass in return.  “In your dreams,” she said.  “I told you you are a pervert.”  She kissed Laura’s neck and shoulders and purposefully jammed her full breasts into Laura’s.  “Think if we rest a few minutes we can have another one before you leave?  Maybe we can ‘come sedately’ this time?”
       
       Laura laughed, and her laughter was interrupted by a soft knock on the door.  Nyomi’s face instantly fell.  “At least I didn’t yell ‘fuck’ this time,” she whispered to Laura, slipping off the bed and pulling on her robe, which Laura had left on the floor in her rush back to the bed.
       
       Laura darted into the bathroom and shut the door.
       
       “Hi, honey,” she heard Nyomi saying sweetly as she open the bedroom door.  “Did we wake you?”  She continued talking but was drawing Alana back down the hallway at the same time, so that he words were lost to Laura.
       
       God, that poor sweet little girl is going to think all grownups do is fuck after we put them to bed.  And, in our case at least, she would be right.  I so love fucking with this beautiful woman.  She is so amazingly hot.  But somehow I feel like a disgusting lecher at this moment.  Disrupting a little girl’s sleep, all so I can get a hot piece. 
       
       Seeing no further reason to hide out, she returned to the bed.  At least ten minutes passed before Nyomi returned.  She looked resigned.  “I guess there’ll be no more fun tonight,” she said, wearily.  “The walls have ears.”
       
       “We can wait.  We’re grownups.”
       
       “She wants you to kiss her goodnight on your way out.  I’m jealous.”
       
       Laura, still naked, stretched out her arms to Nyomi.  “Come here and press that gorgeous body against mine once more, so I can remember it all my way home.”
       
       They cuddled for a few moments, kissing slowly and lazily.  “I’m getting so I can’t live without you,” Nyomi confessed.  “When is the damned singer coming back to town.”
       
       Laura got up and slowly started to get dressed.  “In fact, she’s due back Friday night.  I’m afraid you and I are on hiatus for a while.”
       
       Nyomi pouted.  “How long?”
       
       “Could be a month.”  Laura made an affectionate face.  “Don’t begrudge me my marriage, darling.”
       
       “I won’t.”  She shook her head.  “But I’ve got to find another fuck buddy, to fill in the gaps.”  She tilted her head, as if thinking.  “You know, City Hall is full of . . . shall we call them gay girls?  Maybe I’ll strike up a few flirtations.  Too bad most of them look like—”
       
       “Elvis?” Laura interjected, thinking of Ashley.
       
       Another loud guffaw from Nyomi.  “I never thought of it that way.  I was going to say Gorgeous George.   Remember, that old wrestler dude from the sixties?  Or is it Boy George I’m thinking of?  I’ve only seen pictures of them.”
       
       Laura wondered if Nyomi were trying to make her jealous.  “Just don’t let her pin you.  Or break anything.  I want you whole when I return.”
       
       “To fuck me in the ass?” Nyomi flirted.  “You disgusting pervert?”
       
       “We’ll see,” Laura said with a lilt.  “We’ll see.”
       
       She stopped briefly by Alana’s bedroom to kiss her goodnight on her way out, then paused at the front door for a lingering kiss with Nyomi.
       
       “I luff you, Laura,” Nyomi said softly, slightly mournful.  “More than ever.”
       
       Laura did not reply.  She kissed her on the nose, then the cheek, then went down the steps to her car.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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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, 1999-2009.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



