     Chapter 257
     
     
     
     
     
     The remarkable thing about Dawn, Laura realized, was
that she never seemed jealous.
     
     "What was it like to make it with Tamara?" she asked,
out of the blue, lying on her back and staring up into
Laura's eyes.
     
     Laura was very uncomfortable talking to a current lover
about any of her other affairs, feeling that it was almost
indecent, and also a violation of trust.  But the feeling
came over her that Dawn was asking it almost clinically,
more or less out of scientific curiosity.  It was so
different from the tense anger and bristling jealousy of
Randi, or Shontay, or the wildly jealous Jane, for example,
a hot, possessive feeling she had felt from many others too.
     
     On top of that, there was her own jealousy to
contemplate.  She could scarcely bear to think of Dawn naked
in bed with Robert without feeling something like battery
acid curdling and gurgling painfully in her clenched
stomach.
     
     "Tamara is very sweet," she said, noncommittally.
     
     "I know she's sweet, silly," Dawn gave Laura her sly
half-smile.  "She's also a little daffy  That isn't what I
asked."
     
     Laura was lying half on top of Dawn's naked body, one
of her breasts lodged comfortably between both of Dawn's
large, firm globes, her face only inches above Dawn's.  She
kissed Dawn's shiny black nose, then her half-smirking
mouth.  Dawn knew exactly what she was doing.
     
     "Okay then, tell me what it was like with Shayla."
     
     Laura stared directly into her eyes, those black eyes
that could flicker with flames and make irresistible,
devastating invitations.  "Shayla is also very sweet," she
said evenly.
     
     Dawn giggled and rolled Laura over onto her side, very
happy with herself for making her squirm.  They had been
happily, warmly, exuberantly fucking in Laura's bed for a
little over an hour, but this time without toys or hair-
pulling or any of the exciting, semi-rough antics they often
modulated into almost without notice.  Dawn had already come
two or three times, Laura twice, and they were relaxed now
in a brief lull, enjoying one another immensely and not so
pinched by hot lust that they couldn't take their time.
     
     "You don't play fair, Laura," she laughed softly.  "I
want to know."
     
     She pinched Laura's arm playfully.
     
     Laura tried changing the subject.  "I love your skin.
I just love your skin.  I want to lick it."
     
     She had no trouble making herself sound convincing
because it was true, and right now in the half-light of her
bedroom at dusk, it was enchantingly true.  In Dawn's
absence Laura had compared this deeply black skin in her
mind to rich black velvet, but in fact there was no
comparison.  Like Charise's skin, it was smooth and soft
beyond belief, and glossy, but not in a hard sheen way.
Under her lips it felt like the rarest and most magical
texture she had ever felt.  It also exuded an indescribably
ethereal fragrance that made Laura's head swim and her pussy
flutter.  She knew (and Dawn knew) that she could not keep
her mouth or her fingers off it.
     
     Dawn laughed even more loudly now.  "You only been
licking it for over an hour.  Here," she held out her arm,
deliciously well-shaped and black as night.  "Lick as much
as you want.  I like to be licked."
     
     "By me?"
     
     "Of course by you.  Now, while you're licking, tell me
about Tamara.  She's got a beautiful body, doesn't she.  Way
more beautiful than mine."
     
     Laura did begin to lick the girl's incredible glossy
forearm, slowly and sensually.  "Are you fishing for
compliments?" she murmured.
     
     Dawn shook her head.  "I saw her in the shower once."
     
     She didn't go on.  Laura's tongue had reached her
shoulder.  She looked up at Dawn's face, her eyes veiled by
her lids, smoking.
     
     "Did you want to do this to her?" Laura whispered.
     
     "What . . . lick her arm?" Dawn giggled softly.
     
       Eyes throbbing with hypnotic, sexual significance,
Laura let one hand stray down Dawn's naked body, first to
one of her breasts, which she squeezed suggestively, rolling
Dawn's plump, soft nipple between her thumb and forefinger,
then down further, to the silky patch of pubic hair just
above her pussy.
     
     "No . . . this," she whispered.
     
     Dawn's black eyes began pulsing back in the same rhythm
with Laura's.  She shook her head slowly.  "No.  I never
thought about anything like that . . . until I met you.  If
I saw her now I might, though."
     
     Laura did not reply.  She continued licking Dawn's
body, now up her gleaming smooth shoulder to her neck, then
over to her throat.
     
     "There's this Vietnamese girl in one of my classes,
though," Dawn said, almost as an afterthought.  "She's
really kind of . . . you know, wild-looking.  Exotic, I
guess.  Petite . . . but with a great body.  I kind of think
of it when I look at her."  She looked down at Laura.  "You
ever do it with a Vietnamese girl?  Or Chinese, something
like that?"
     
     Laura shook her head, feeling a crushing wave of
jealousy sweep over her but trying not to let it show, since
Dawn was so straightforward about it.  To cover up her
feelings, she began caressing Dawn's silky flesh more
urgently, feeling the need reawakening in them both now,
licking the girl's incredible glowing black skin until her
tongue reached Dawn's breasts again.
     
     "Oh Laura," Dawn squirmed, "you really know how to get
me hot."
     
     "No one has a more beautiful body than you," she
murmured, alluding to Dawn's comment about Tamara's body but
refusing to linger there.
     
     She took one of Dawn's large black nipples all the way
into her mouth and began to suck it tenderly, holding it
between her lips while her tongue roamed all over it.  She
could actually feel the little bumps suddenly spring up all
over Dawn's areola as she licked it.  Dawn shivered,
stroking Laura's hair, brushing a few strands away from
Laura's forehead.
     
     "I don't know about you," she sighed in a faraway
voice.  "I never wanted to do it this much with anybody
else.  You just got to touch me, and I want to do it all
over again."
     
     Laura couldn't control her weakness.  "With me, right?
Not with the Vietnamese girl?"
     
     For an answer, Dawn gave her the usual sly grin, then
took her own breast-her nipple now hardened and shiny with
Laura's warm spittle-in both hands and pushed her nipple
back against Laura's lips.
     
     "You better get that back in your mouth quick," she
whispered to Laura, a little hoarsely now.
     
     Laura smiled and did as told.  After a full delicious
minute of feasting on Dawn's large black nipples, she looked
up to see Dawn's face contorted with intense pleasure.
     
     "I want to do it like we've never done it before," she
panted softly to Dawn.
     
     Dawn smiled, her eyes flaming, her mouth slack, her
breath quick.  "How?"
     
     Laura scooted up and gave her a lingering, passionate
kiss, still twisting Dawn's erect, damp nipples in her
fingers.  "Kiss me now . . . because we won't be able to
kiss while we're doing it."
     
     Dawn cracked a goofy smile, briefly crossing her eyes
comically.  "You never kiss me when you're ramming me with
that Double Doodad either."
     
     Laura pouted playfully.  "I do too.  I kiss your . . .
back . . . your shoulderblades . . . your beautiful black
ass . . ."
     
     Dawn grinned, her eyes on fire and sparkling.  "You
lie.  You just like to push-"
     
     Laura stopped her with another kiss, this one more
passionate even than before.
     
     "You just stay here, like you are now," she panted,
slipping down and sliding one leg under Dawn's thigh.
     
     Dawn looked at her, mesmerized as she realized what
Laura intended.  Even though they had fucked pretty heatedly
in many ways, it seemed to have never occurred to her that
they could do this.  Laura gracefully scissored Dawn's
pelvis with her thighs, lying half on her side, bringing her
own pussy up close to Dawn's, then reached down with one
hand to spread her cunt lips even farther open.
     
     "Do yours too . . ." she panted to Dawn, gnawing her
own lower lip as the sexual excitement began to get the
better of her.  "Hold your pussy open . . . so we can put
them together."
     
     "Oh . . . Laura," Dawn exclaimed softly, her shiny
black eyes widening.
     
     Obediently, she slipped one hand down between their
nearly-mated crotches and did as Laura directed.  Laura
gazed intensely at her, and when Dawn looked up again, their
eyes locked in a hot, throbbing, pulsating union.  Without
speaking, Laura pushed forward, closing the small gap
between them, feeling her knuckles brush against Dawn's as
they both drew up their hands and let the warm, squinchy,
slippery inner flesh of their pussies meet.
     
     "Hhhhhhh!" Dawn gasped involuntarily.
     
     Laura could feel a symphony of tiny, excited muscles
clench in her lower belly.  Oh god!
     
     "Ohhhh!" she moaned softly.
     
     The next fifteen or twenty minutes were among the
sweetest as well as the most intense sexual moments they had
ever spent together.  They had both climaxed already at
least twice and were now in no hurry.  Patiently, very
slowly and rhythmically, both of them taking great pains not
to make it go too fast, not to rush it, they gyrated their
mated groins together in a slow, gentle grind, swirling
their hips, feeling the sensitized, oozing inner sleeves of
their pussies grow hotter and become runny and even more
slippery with fresh thick fuck juice.
     
     Dawn remained on her back, but Laura was still half on
her side, digging one elbow into the mattress for leverage,
and running her fingertips up and down Dawn's leg to her
very black foot, feeling Dawn's shin bone nestled between
her breasts, Dawn's knee brushing her sternum, pressing her
lips to Dawn's shapely instep.  She had never been much into
feet, though she recalled the wild, tempestuous experience
of sucking Jane's toes once, on their amazing fuck-picnic in
the outdoors at Mt. Tam.  Jane had gone crazy and climaxed
in a screaming, thrashing seizure of thrilling pleasure.
     
     But, for whatever reason, Dawn's feet were not Jane's.
They were shapely enough, but Dawn was apparently more of a
tomboy than Jane, and her feet were crusted with calluses
here and there, some of her toenails split, her shins nicked
and scarred with keloids, the evidence of a reckless youth.
Still, there were delectable smooth patches of lovely black
skin to kiss, and her instep was especially appealing to
Laura, who kissed it lengthily and creatively, still
methodically sliding her pussy across Dawn's, until she felt
Dawn's leg twitch in an involuntary spasm, and heard her
yelp softly.
     
     "Anngghhh!"
     
     "Oh . . . you like that?" Laura smiled.
     
     "Oh god . . . Laura . . . when you kiss my foot I can
feel it all the way up to my ears!"
     
     "Mmmm, I must be doing something right, then."
     
     "Oh god . . . it feels so good.  You're pussy feels so
good.  I never knew this would feel so good."
     
     "You're not going to come, are you?"
     
     "I . . . don't know."
     
     "I don't want you to come.  I want this to go on
forever."
     
     "God, I don't ever want it to stop."
     
     They were almost horizontal now, heads facing in
opposite directions, and Laura found that this position gave
her more leverage than usual.  She was almost face-down on
the mattress, with Dawn's leg under her, grinding and
panting, fucking Dawn's pussy harder and harder.  She didn't
want it to go too fast, but on the other hand it was easier
to really pump and grind and swirl her cunt into Dawn's than
it could be if she were sitting, or half-leaning forward, or
positioned in any other way.  Dawn instinctively realized
this too, and though still flat on her back, she dug both
elbows into the mattress and bucked her groin up into
Laura's increasingly vigorous thrusts, panting and
accelerating the pace almost uncontrollably.
     
     "Oh . . . stop . . . just for a minute!" Laura
cautioned, suddenly slowing the rhythm of her own grinding
pelvis, twisting and sitting half upright, then shifting her
weight, leaning forward.  "I don't want either one of us to
come too fast."
     
     Dawn's eyes were hypnotically throbbing and pulsing as
she gazed up at Laura, apparently unable to speak because of
the intense pleasure that filled her body.  She shook her
head.
     
     "I don't either.  Too . . . good."  Wild red circles
seemed to swirl deep in the inner recesses of Dawn's black
eyes.
     
     Laura twisted her body up further and managed to
maneuver their scissored thighs once again until she could
lean forward, lean down, swarm over and embrace Dawn.  Dawn
reached up, and they grabbed one another fiercely,
desperately, their tongues coiling and stabbing in a
ferociously hungry kiss.  Now, in this awkward but
passionate embrace, they had to stop fucking and grinding
temporarily, but their mouths were so busy trying to devour
one another that they scarcely noticed.  Laura could feel
Dawn's stubby fingernails biting into the naked flesh of her
back.
     
     "Oh god . . . I love you!" Laura panted, her teeth and
Dawn's colliding and clattering semi-painfully now and then
as they tried to eat one another alive.
     
     Dawn's eyes fluttered open, and she seemed on the verge
of a deep swoon.  "I love you too, Laura," she gasped
softly.  "I thought . . . I was going to come again when you
were doing that."
     
     Laura smiled, kissing her face, her forehead, her chin,
savagely attacking her mouth again.  Then she undulated her
hips slightly so that they both could feel their melded,
hot, slimy pussy lips sliding together, even though they
couldn't in this position really pump each other.
     
     "This?"
     
     "Unngghhhh!  Oh god . . . yessss!"
     
     "Me too.  Kiss me again . . . and then we'll do it."
     
     "Yes."
     
     For some reason this last kiss was not the savage, all-
devouring kiss they had just been giving each other but
another variety, a calm, simmering, deeply expressive
intermingling of their lips and tongues.  Dawn mewled softly
all through it, and when Laura realized this she suddenly
heard herself mewling too.  At the end of it, Laura almost
fluidly unfolded back into her earlier position, her head
pointed exactly in the opposite direction as she settled
back to the mattress with Dawn's leg under her body, Dawn's
shin between her breasts, Dawn's lovely dark, smooth instep
only inches from her lips.
     
     "Ahhnngg . . . ohhhhh Laura!" Dawn whimpered as both of
them again felt the intense sensations of their two
streaming, pulsing cunts squirming together.  "Oh god!"
     
     Laura could barely speak.  She had fucked pussy to
pussy tempestuously, sweetly, passionately with others-even
nearly raped poor lovely Shontay in Mr. Gibson's easy chair
that way only about a week ago-but she wondered if she had
ever before felt this stirring, overpowering intensity of
emotion so completely suffused with red-hot sexual desire at
the same instant.  She knew she was about to come, and she
realized that Dawn was too.
     
     Dawn was close, even closer than Laura.  She had told
Laura so, and from the moment Laura had slowly, fluidly,
gracefully unbent and stretched back into her initial
position Dawn had begun to quiver and moan softly.
     
     Now her moans swelled and grew louder.  For the first
time this evening, Laura thought of the Gibsons upstairs.
For some reason she had ignored the danger up to now.  She
and Dawn had begun at dusk, the time the Gibsons usually
went out for dinner, but she had not really checked to see
if they were gone.
     
     But now Dawn's moans were graduating into high, long,
keening peals as she grew closer and closer to coming, and
Laura realized that her own gasps were now accompanied by
wild yelps of uncontrollable pleasure.  Doing something
about it was impossible, she quickly realized.  They were
both too far gone.  The bed was even squeaking and singing
because by now their groins were welded together, jerking up
and down in unison, quivering, gyrating as they both worked
maniacally to bring one another to the final peak.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh god yes!" Laura panted, feeling as if her
warm, raw, wet flesh and Dawn's were one, completely
seamless, a throbbing, soupy, hairy mess of tingling,
pulsing, raging nerves about to burst.
     
     "Ungghhh!  Oh Laur-" Dawn gagged,  her lovely, svelte,
flexing young body suddenly seizing up.  "Oh . . . now.
It's . . . NOW!"
     
     In a fit of desperate, piercing love, Laura somehow
strengthened her hold on Dawn's jerking leg, pressing it
desperately against her body, clumsily kissing Dawn's foot,
her gorgeous smooth black instep, as if it were Dawn's face,
pushing her inflamed cunt back and up into Dawn's slippery
hot slit as Dawn began to shudder in the grip of a shocking
orgasm.
     
     "Ungghh!  Ohnnggg!  Oh . . . yes oh . . . god!
Auunggghhiiiiimmeennngghiieee!" Dawn squealed, her cries
filling Laura's bedroom as a phenomenally sharp climax
ripped through her.
     
     The violent undulations of Dawn's voluptuous naked
body, and the heat of her wet cunt rasping and sliding
against Laura's-it actually seemed to swell and ooze with
molten heat, growing almost doubly hot as Dawn's orgasm
billowed and grew like a steaming, expanding cloud-brought
Laura along only a few seconds behind her.  She felt a sharp
rumbling deep inside her body, then an incredible stabbing
sheet of fire roll through her pelvic region and spread
rapidly throughout her writhing flesh.
     
     "Unnngghaaunngghnmmnnnggiieee!" she wailed, screaming
even louder than Dawn had done as an abrupt, throttling
orgasm shook her flesh.
     
     They were locked together at the crotch, moaning and
pumping and gasping for air and squealing, more softly now,
when Laura felt for the first time Dawn's lips pressed to
her own ankle, then Dawn's kisses all over her foot, fervid,
passionate kisses that reminded her of the ones she herself
had been peppering Dawn's foot with only moments earlier.
The bliss was indescribable.  It was so deep she wanted to
cry, but the sexual waves that were flowing through their
intimately linked bodies were still too intense even for
crying.
     
     Instead, she pressed her cheek against Dawn's lower
shin, and her ankle, holding the girl's leg in both arms and
rocking her own body rhythmically so that their orgasmic
linkage sent the same waves rolling through their bodies
from one to the other and back, making them both quiver and
come again in soft, feathery aftershocks.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!" Laura moaned, feeling her hips shudder
involuntarily as another sweet spasm shook her.
     
     "Unnhhhhh . . . oh Laura Laura . . . ahhnnnnnnn!" Dawn
sighed, her own lower body shuddering too as they continued
to pass the aftershocks back and forth between their
quivering bodies.
     
     This went on for several minutes as they gradually
ceased moving and squirming, and began to breathe more
normally.  When they untangled their bodies, they could feel
their hot, sticky cunts trying to remain together, glued by
the warm fluids they had emitted in the throes of their
shared ecstasy.  Dawn smiled her seductive half-smile at
Laura as Laura turned, freeing her bottom leg, to face her.
     
     "They don't want to come unstuck, I think," she said.
     
     "I don't wonder.  I came so hard I think mine's
broken."
     
     Dawn made a comical moue.  "I can try to put it back
together."
     
     They stretched out together and embracing, kissing very
solemnly, slowly, emotionally.
     
     "It just gets better and better for us," Laura
whispered.
     
     "I know," Dawn nodded slightly.  "You're wrecking my
life, Laura.  I'm just trying to get through school.  You
make me want to fuck with you all the time.  I wasn't that
way before you."
     
     Laura smiled, happy, her pussy still tingling, her body
filled with warmth.  She was still a little discomfited by
the noise they had made.  Her own cries still resounded in
her ears, deliriously happy and wrenchingly sexual cries of
rapture.  No one who heard them could mistake their origin.
God, I hope they aren't home! she thought.
     
     Dawn knew what she was thinking.  Pulling on her
clothes, she caressed Laura's cheek with one long finger.
"I got to go home and study.  Exam tomorrow.  Don't worry,
Laura, they probably ain't home.  Maybe they'll think we
were playing dominos or something."
     
     Laura smiled wryly.  "Right."
     
     "Tomorrow night . . . I could make it," Dawn said,
hopefully, eyes wide.
     
     Laura was thrilled.  Often she felt she had nearly to
beg Dawn to see her, since Dawn was so heavily involved with
school.  But her shoulders fell disconsolately as she
remembered.
     
     "I have a dental appointment tomorrow.  I can guarantee
you I won't feel like doing this after it's over."
     
     "Poor Laura," Dawn commiserated.  "Maybe I'll call you
. . . just to cheer you up?"
     
     Laura hugged her.  Since Dawn had no car, Laura had to
drive her home and had plenty of time on the way back to
think about their wonderful moments in bed.  When she parked
her own car on the street, she looked around curiously for
the Gibsons' big brown Mercedes and couldn't locate it.  A
mild relief descended on her, and she felt better, sleeping
that night in the fragrant, rumpled sheets where she and
Dawn had groaned and shuddered, smiling in her sleep.
     
     Laura's company had recently switched insurers, and she
had been forced to find a new dentist.  This was her second
visit, during which a lengthy and painful procedure was to
be performed.  As she sat in the waiting room, she could not
for long take her eyes off the receptionist.
     
     She can't have been here the first time, she thought.
I would have noticed.  Laura peeked at the woman around the
corner of her magazine.  Fortunately, there was only one
other person in the waiting room, an older man who appeared
to be comatose though sitting upright.
     
     The receptionist, safe behind her countertop and low
glass barrier, like a bank teller, was pretty and black,
about Laura's age, maybe thirty, with long, soft black hair
that fell below her ears.  Her face was fairly ordinary, but
Laura found it lovely, though her eyes were small, her nose
flat, and her lips large.  Large and puffy and curved and
wildly sensual.  Laura wanted to mash and maul them with
hungry kisses.
     
     Her name, Laura had seen on the nameplate on her desk
when she registered, was SARA PAIGE.  Sara wore a crisp
white blouse and a black skirt, no jewelry.  She was all
business, friendly, with an easy, quick, face-filling smile.
She was also short, as Laura could see, peeking around the
corner of her magazine, when Sara got up to retrieve a file
from the file cabinet.  She could be no more than five feet
tall.  And she had a large, round ass, big but shapely,
which reminded Laura a little of April's ass.  Big, but you
wanted to dig your fingers into it . . . and press your lips
to it . . . and-
     
     Laura had to stop herself.  This was very unseemly of
her, having raw sexual fantasies about a complete stranger,
who seemed sweet, uncomplicated, and unsuspecting.  You
ought to be able to control your feelings in public, Laura,
she told herself.  If you want to have fantasies about her,
do it later.
     
     "Ms. Robbins?" Sara Paige called her, over the glass.
"I don't think we got your Social Security number the last
time you were here.  Can you come over here for a minute?"
     
     Nervous, Laura put down her magazine and crossed the
small room.
     
     She peered through the opening in the glass.  Sara
looked up from her desk.  Laura's gaze fell from her eyes to
her thick lips.  She could feel a distant, familiar
fluttering deep in her pussy.  I can't want to fuck every
pretty young woman, she thought, I just can't!  It's so . .
. embarrassing!  I have to control my eyes because I just
want to . . . oh, love them, do everything to them!
Especially to her!  Look at those luscious lips.  I could
kiss them forever.
     
     Sara smiled at her professionally, then looked through
the folders on her desk.  Now that she was closer, Laura
could see the outline of Sara's bra straps contrasted
against her black skin through the crisp white fabric of her
blouse, a sight that always made her quiver with sexual
excitement.  She didn't know exactly why, but it was so
alluring that she could barely stand it.  To keep Sara from
noticing her frank leering, she looked down at the
countertop, twisting her fingers, staring at them.
     
     Now Sara came over to her, holding her folder open.
She made a sorrowful face.
     
     "Oh, I can see we aren't going to have very much fun in
the chair today, are we."  Then she smiled at Laura with
genuine warmth, almost friendship, a bright, cheerful,
deeply sympathetic smile.  "I hope you can get through it
better than I got through mine.  You poor baby . . . it's
going to hurt like hell afterward."
     
     "Thanks a lot for the encouragement," Laura said,
deadpan.
     
     "Don't worry," Sara beamed.  "Doctor will give you a
lot of very exciting drugs to make it all better.  I
promise."
     
     They verified Laura's Social Security number, and Laura
realized she should sit back down, but she wanted to
continue bantering with Sara.  Just looking at her and
talking to her somehow made Laura's whole body tingle and
her mind flush with a hot stimulation that was not exactly,
or not only, sexual desire-she was very familiar with
that-but instead a sense of deep, engaging interest, as if
she would surely like to sleep with Sara but also wanted to
know her, to spend more time with her than one could by
being just a patient in the waiting room.
     
     And her sense that this was impossible seemed to convey
itself to Sara.  She saw Laura's glumness immediately.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . you don't have to be so down about it,"
she said perkily.  "You're going to be all right.  I
promise.  Dr. Smedley is `Painless Pete,' you know.  He
won't hurt you.  He won't let you suffer.  Really."
     
     "You can call me Laura if I can call you Sara," Laura
said, feeling awkwardly bold, though only for a second.
     
     Sara beamed again.  Her eyes were small, but she smiled
so easily, squinting them into a tight little mask of mirth,
that you really didn't notice.
     
     "You can call me whatever you want, Laura, as long as
you call me to dinner," she cracked, cracking herself up at
the same time.
     
     Sara nearly doubled over briefly with laughter.  Then
she straightened up.
     
     "I'm sorry . . . my father always used to make that
stupid joke.  When you said that, it just reminded me of
it."
     
     She crossed her eyes in yet another funny face, then
dissolved into brief gales of laughter again.  To Laura she
was ravishing.
     
     "Tell you what," Laura said, fighting back a blush,
"I'll take a rain check since I probably won't feel like
dinner tonight."
     
     Still laughing, Sara appeared to realize Laura was
serious only slowly.  Then she tilted her head, looking at
Laura oddly, as if to acknowledge that this remark was
unorthodox but not unwelcome.  But she was, Laura had begun
to realize, irrepressibly upbeat and cheerful.  It would
take more than an unusual invitation to knock her down.
     
     "I'd like that," she said, warmly.  "Maybe after you
come in to get the stitches out."
     
     Laura smiled and nodded.  It was all she could do not
to blush, or to let Sara see that she wanted to kiss her.
Laura knew she wanted Sara, but she continued to frame this
desire in her own mind as wanting to kiss those incredible
thick, sensual lips, kiss them thoroughly, passionately,
forever.
     
     The dental procedure turned out to be as lengthy and
painful as she had feared, and by the time she left the
dentist's office-mouth swollen and throbbing, eyes blurred
with pain-she barely had the energy to smile bleakly at
Sara, let alone allow her eyes to linger one last time on
the woman's infinitely desirable mouth.  Clutching her
prescriptions desperately, she dropped by the pharmacist on
her way home.  Amoxicillin, for infection, and Tylenol with
codeine #4, the strongest kind.
     
     What, no Vicodin? Laura thought wryly.  I though Sara
said the drugs would be really potent?  God, she is a lovely
creature.  I usually don't go much for the perky type, but
she is so sweet.  Maybe that's why I feel like kissing her
instead of fucking her.  Of course, I wouldn't mind doing
that either.  Would I.  Oh, the pain.  I have to get
upstairs and take some of this stuff and go to bed.
     
     She was focusing so intently on her pain that barely
noticed her neighbor Mr. Gibson, Shontay's father, as he got
off the elevator.  But Mr. Gibson noticed her.  Instead of
his usual half-bored, neighborly nod, his face froze into a
rictus of semi-horror and fascination, as if for the first
time he understood that Laura was actually a space alien
concealed in the body of a normal young woman.
     
     Laura looked up at the last second, before the door
began to slide shut, and saw him still looking at her.  Oh
god, he heard us! she quickly realized, remembering her
night before with Dawn.  They must've heard us!  Oh god!
     
     She gave him a wan smile just as the door closed, then
rode up in the elevator, feeling now completely numb except
for the throbbing in her mouth.  She was mortified by the
realization that the Gibsons had finally overheard one of
her more boisterous sexual episodes, but right now, frankly,
her own physical pain took precedence over everything.
     
     She changed into a bathrobe, took her medication,
brewed a cup of tea, and sat on the sofa feeling sorry for
herself.  After a while the medicine made her drowsy, and
she dozed, wakened later by the phone.  She dragged herself
groggily over to it.
     
     "Yes?"
     
     "Laura, it's Deshona . . . what the hell is the matter
with you, you sound awful?"
     
     "Yep.  Dentist.  I'm . . . not feeling too good."
     
     "Poor baby.  I just finished up a meeting down on the
Embarcadero.  Thought if you were there I'd just pop by
before driving home."
     
     Deshona's voice, even though she was proposing a visit,
betrayed no sign of wanting sex.  Maybe she realizes how
pathetically incapacitated I am, Laura mused.  She's really
a pretty smart and decent person.  She probably just wants
to mother me a little.
     
     Laura tested her.  "I don't think I'm really up to . .
. you know . . ."
     
     "Don't even think of it," Deshona snapped, but softly.
"I'm just going to make sure you're all right.  I'll be
there in about ten minutes.  Listen for my ring."
     
     Despite the codeine, Laura felt her heart flutter a
little as she hung up the phone.  The last time she had seen
Deshona had been the time she had spanked her and fist-
fucked her in Deshona's bedroom while Taneesha, unknown to
them, was eavesdropping in the other room.  It had been one
of the most exciting sexual experiences of her life, somehow
made even more so by the fact that the delicious little
sneak, Deshona's niece, had overheard them.
     
     Almost exactly ten minutes later the downstairs bell
rang.  Laura buzzed her in.  At the door, Deshona
immediately frowned.
     
     "You look like warmed over shit, my dear," she said
brusquely, stepping inside and taking charge of closing and
locking the door herself.
     
     Laura giggled softly through her pain.  She was so glad
to see Deshona, and these words reminded her of the time
Deshona had shown up here drunk and fuming at Charles.  The
following morning Deshona had awoke with a fierce hangover
and described her own physical condition in the same way.
     
     On top of that, she looked just gorgeous, even though a
little severe and sharply businesslike in her charcoal
business suit and expensive peach-colored scarf.  Even
though Laura had long ago broken through her frosty
defenses, she could still detect a little of that frigid,
crisp, arrogant demeanor that had so repelled and aroused
her at the same time in the beginning.
     
     "You look stunning," she croaked, feeling the pinch in
her heart that came from knowing they had not seen one
another or shared each other's flesh for too long.
     
     "You look like not even the cat would drag you in,"
Deshona said.
     
     "Thanks a lot," Laura replied bleakly.
     
     "Oh Laura . . ."  Deshona lifted one hand to Laura's
hair, brushing it tenderly away from her face.  "You know I
don't mean that.  You are a sight for sore eyes, girl.  Come
over here and sit down.  Can I get you anything?  Let me
warm up your tea.  I can get you a fresh cup.  How about an
ice pack.  Do you have an ice pack?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Seeing you makes the pain go
away."
     
     Deshona's face betrayed emotion that she usually did
her best not to reveal.  She leaned forward and kissed
Laura's forehead.
     
     "Sit down with me?" Laura asked.
     
     Deshona sat on the sofa next to her, the white sofa in
front of the window, where Laura had fucked so many
thrilling, gorgeous women.  Did we ever do it here, on this
sofa? she wondered, gazing into Deshona's glittering black
eyes.  I'm ashamed to say I don't even remember.
     
     "You won't get all overheated if I take off this suit
jacket, will you?" Deshona kidded her, slipping out of it.
"I've been wearing this god damned monkey suit all day,
making nice with prospective clients, until I'm about ready
to puke.  I wish I could just put on a bathrobe like you and
have about three drinks."
     
     Laura smiled at her warmly.  "You can," she said
softly.
     
     "Oh no," Deshona began shaking her head.  "Oh no.
You're not getting me into that . . . not when you're in
this state.  I'm not barging in here to take advantage of
you."  She winked at Laura.  "You do look pretty cute,
though, in your pale, stricken, agonized way."
     
     Laura marveled to herself at the way you could know
someone's body intimately, you could have explored and made
love to it in nearly every way possible, and yet when that
same person again sat across from you fully clothed at some
later time, you could feel the hot steam beginning to gurgle
and expand inside the boiler, and feel the valves weakening,
feel the pressure swelling.  By just shedding her suit
jacket Deshona had reminded Laura of how much she desired
the woman's body.
     
     Under it she wore an expensive pale champagne-colored
blouse embossed with a filigree pattern-everything Deshona
wore was expensive-against which her firm round breasts, so
large for a woman of her small frame, pushed out.  This in
itself was enough to trigger Laura's memory of her body:
very petite and fine-boned, large, perfectly round breasts,
hard, stubby dark brown nipples, a peerless, shapely back
that alone was enough to make Laura quiver with the urge to
kiss and stroke it, and a delectable small but high and
round ass, with perfect, sculptured cheeks, the very cheeks
Laura had blistered with her palm the last time they were
together, arousing both her and Deshona to a frenzy.
     
     Deshona lowered her lovely face so that her eyes peered
up in mock menace at Laura from under her forehead.  "You're
looking at my boobs, Laura, even though you're supposed to
be in pain."
     
     "Your boobs are great to look at," Laura said,
demurely, almost flirting.  "I can't help it."
     
     "I'll take you up on that drink," Deshona said, leaning
forward slightly and patting Laura's hand.  "No . . . don't
get up . . . you just tell me where to find it and I'll make
my own."
     
     "In the cupboard over the microwave there's a bottle of
vodka.  There's tonic and soda in the fridge.  There's also
an open bottle of wine in there, if you'd rather."
     
     In a few minutes, Deshona returned with a vodka and
soda.  She raised her glass to Laura and drank about a third
of it in one gulp.  Then she made a face.
     
     "Ooohhhh, I've been waiting all day for that."
     
     They talked idly for half an hour.  Laura, feeling a
little reckless due to the drugs, asked her about Taneesha.
True, she felt a trifle mischievous for asking.  Somehow it
gave her a perverse pleasure to have slept with both of them
and asked them the same question.
     
     "What did you say to her after I left?" Laura asked
slyly, almost nonchalantly.
     
     Deshona bristled.  She suddenly looked fantastically
sexy, her eyes firing up and flashing, her small, curvaceous
body tense and coiled, her delicious mouth pursed with
barely controlled spite.
     
     "That little cunt, I told her she'd better keep her
mouth shut or I'd kill her," she snapped.
     
     Laura nodded quietly, half in wonderment.  It was the
same thing Taneesha had said, so it must be true.
     
     "You wouldn't really kill her," Laura said softly.
"She's your niece."
     
     Deshona softened, then grinned sheepishly.  "Maybe not.
You only care because you wanted to fuck her.  I saw that
look in your eyes when you first saw her."
     
     Laura shook her head in protest.  "No . . . oh no.  Not
true."
     
     "Of course it's true," Deshona said curtly, draining
the last of her drink.
     
     I did fuck her, darling, Laura thought, trying not to
smile.  And she was pretty good, too, for an airhead, but
not as good as you.  Laura began to feel sultry and wondered
if it were the drugs or the situation.  Her mouth still
hurt, but Deshona suddenly looked very appetizing to her,
and this interjection of Taneesha into the picture only made
Taneesha's sexy aunt seem more alluring.
     
     The pain, however, had begun to return, and Laura
realized that her dozing before Deshona's phone call must
have lasted a couple of hours.  The drugs were beginning to
wear off.  She felt both weak and shockingly sensual, as if
she needed to be taken care of in more than one way,
mothered and cosseted certainly, but also caressed and
pampered, and ultimately fucked into sweet oblivion by one
who she knew could do it.
     
     "How about that bathrobe and those other two drinks?"
she smiled at Deshona. "I'm enjoying your company.  I think
I need to be babied just a little longer."
     
     Deshona shook her head as if trying to clear out the
cobwebs.  "If I have another drink before eating, I'm going
to be flying, girl.  You'll never get me out of here."
     
     "Mmmmm, just what I was thinking," Laura hummed softly,
squirming in such a way that the robe she was wearing
loosened and began to open slightly here and there, falling
away from her bare thighs, and gaping at her chest.  She had
on absolutely nothing under the robe.
     
     Her relationship with Deshona had been very hot, both
physically and emotionally, long before the spanking and
fisting last time, and Laura knew it was probably impossible
for Deshona not to respond to more and more of Laura's naked
flesh coming into view.
     
     "You better cover yourself up, Laura," she said, trying
to control the sudden rising tempo of her breathing.
"You're not in any shape for . . ."
     
     "For what?" Laura smiled.
     
     She reached over and caressed Deshona's smooth brown
arm with one forefinger.  She could see Deshona's excited
black eyes dart to her bare thighs, to the cleavage between
her small breasts, now visible where the bathrobe gaped
open.  Deshona's face broke into a reluctant grin as she
realized she had been caught looking.
     
     "Maybe another . . . small . . . drink," she said
slowly, swallowing.
     
     Laura wriggled even more, and more obviously this time,
moving closer, closing the space between them to only a few
inches.  She also moved her shoulders so that the bathrobe
fell open even further.  Her naked breasts were now visible,
though still in the shadows made by the lapels of the robe.
Deshona glanced down at them.
     
     "Maybe you should wait until you eat something," Laura
purred.
     
     "Laura . . . you are a worse lecher than any man I've
ever known," Deshona breathed.  "You're supposed to be
suffering."
     
     "I am suffering."  Laura batted her eyelashes
playfully, speaking in a husky, suggestive tone.  "I need
you to fuck me to end my suffering."
     
     Deshona laughed softly.  "You certainly make an offer
that's hard to refuse."  She tilted her head slightly, as if
truth were dawning on her for the first time.  "But then,
you did that from the very start.  How can I ever resist
you?"
     
     "I was hoping you'd see it that way."
     
     Laura reached down and took Deshona's free hand, the
one that was not clutching her glass, and brought it up to
the gap in the lapels of her robe.  She guided it between
them and placed it directly onto one of her naked breasts.
Obligingly, Deshona squeezed the firm, warm round ball
gently.
     
     Laura gazed into her eyes dreamily.  "I can't kiss
you," she whispered.  "I can't suck you or lick you.  But I
can do everything else."
     
     Deshona, as if drawn forward by an invisible magnet,
brushed her lips across Laura's forehead, her cheeks, her
nose, squeezing her breast more urgently.  "Everything else
will be just fine," she whispered back.
     
     Unable to kiss her, Laura brushed her own lips
suggestively across Deshona's, her eyes pulsing heatedly.
     
     "Come with me," she whispered.
     
     Deshona set her glass down on the coffee table and
slowly followed Laura into the bedroom.  Laura drew down the
bedcovers and sat on the edge of the mattress, fascinated to
watch Deshona undress.  She could feel the sexual heat
rising like a hot wave of steam through her body.  For a
moment she almost forgot that her mouth was beginning to
throb like the holy blazes.
     
     Deshona was undressing nonchalantly, almost as if she
were doing it in private, unhooking the wide belt that
enclosed her tiny waist, then unbuttoning the expensive
embossed silk blouse button by button, looking up finally to
see Laura watching.
     
     "Wha . . . ?  You're making me feel like a stripper,
Laura."
     
     "Most strippers would die to have a body like yours."
     
     "You say that to all the girls, don't you."
     
     Deshona acted briefly embarrassed, but Laura could see
that she was actually pleased.  She began to disrobe a
little more skillfully now, almost flirting with Laura as
she unfastened the last button of her blouse, moving her
body in such a way that the loose fabric fell apart to
reveal her black lace bra, which dove in the center between
her two large, luscious round breasts.
     
     Deshona, like Laura, nearly always wore the sexiest
underwear imaginable, and Laura by now was actually
squirming as she watched the blouse come off, and the skirt,
until Deshona stood before her in bra and panties only.
     
     "Your turn," she smiled at Laura.
     
     "I don't have anything on but this."
     
     Laura's bathrobe, having nearly come completely undone
in the other room, was loosely draped around her, gaping
open, the sash trailing and almost untied.  Instead of
removing it, she realized that merely doing anything would
gradually open it to the point where it would slip off
almost by itself.  She stood up and walked toward the drawer
where she kept the strap-ons.
     
     She took out the one she, Kim, and Randi had used just
last week and brought it back over to the bed, snapping the
thick, ridged dildo into the place on the harness as she
walked.  She didn't look up into Deshona's eyes until it was
firmly attached.  Deshona looked at it in astonishment,
mouth open.
     
     Maybe I should stick it in her mouth, Laura thought,
feeling a momentary pang of jealousy, which stirred up all
the feelings they had shared during the spanking.  She
probably lets Charles shove his huge dong between those
lovely lips whenever he wants to.
     
     But she realized that Deshona was now looking past the
strap-on dildo at Laura's body, which was more visible now
that the robe had fallen completely open.  She glanced up at
Laura, her eyes smoking, deadly serious.
     
     "You really do want me to fuck you, don't you," she
murmured.
     
     Instead of answering, Laura raised the dildo, nestling
the bulbous head of it in the deep cleavage made between
Deshona's marvelous breasts by the dip in her sexy bra.
Deshona's eyes dropped to it, and Laura moved the bulb
suggestively up and down in the tight little valley.  With a
sexy little smirk, Deshona reached behind her back with both
hands and unfastened the bra.  She shrugged her shoulders,
and it collapsed around the shaft of the dildo as the straps
slid off her arms.  The head of the dildo was still lodged
between her naked breasts.
     
     Laura wanted to kiss her desperately.  She ached to do
it.  She wanted to fuck, certainly, and she knew they would
fuck, but right now, even though her mouth throbbed and
burned, she wanted to ravish Deshona's mouth with it and
mash their naked breasts together.  Sometimes there was no
substitute for kissing, no other way to express the deep
longing you had for another, no other way to make her feel
the flame of your feelings.
     
     Deshona seemed to sense this yearning of Laura's and
took charge, jarring Laura out of her hypnotic state,
plucking her limp bra off the dildo and tossing it over onto
her other clothes, which she had neatly piled on the chair.
She slid her black lace panties down her legs and kicked
them free, her large round breasts bobbing and swaying but
not really jiggling since they were so firm.  The hard,
jutting, stubby bullets of Deshona's dark brown nipples also
drew Laura's mouth, and it was near-torture not to be able
to suck them.
     
     But Deshona realized what was happening and quickly
took charge.  Gently but firmly she took the strap-on out of
Laura's hand, examining the harness.
     
     "Show me how to get into this thing," she said softly.
     
     A half-smile passed across Laura's face.  She showed
her the two loops.
     
     "Legs through here . . . pull it up . . . et voil…."
     
     Deshona smirked in embarrassment as she pulled on the
harness, watching the obscene shaft bobbing awkwardly in
front of her until it was firmly in place.  Laura, on the
other hand, was mesmerized by the sheer beauty of her body
as she watched each movement.  No wonder I wanted her from
the start, she realized.
     
     Deshona was petite, fine-boned, but very shapely for a
small woman; she was not skinny or tiny, like Tiffany.  She
was nearly as short as Sara, the receptionist in the
dentist's office today, whom Laura had been all a-flutter
over.  Maybe a few inches taller, perhaps five three.
Randi, in fact, who despised Deshona, called her That Dwarf.
     
     But Deshona's naked body was enough to make Laura
quiver with desire.  She had short but very shapely legs, a
very small waist, and almost perfectly spherical breasts
with not a trace of sag, capped by unusual dark brown
nipples, flat areolas with jagged edges, and thick, hard
rivets in the center.  She had a peerless back and a pussy
so exquisitely formed that Laura often pictured it in her
dreams long after they had shared a bed.
     
     She was also, in contrast with Dawn, with whom Laura
had shared this very bed the night before, not very dark.
Her skin color was a rich caf‚-au-lait with a subtle sheen
to it that made Laura die to stroke it and kiss it.
     
     "I'm a total fool for your body," Laura murmured,
sitting on the edge of the bed again and taking Deshona's
hand, drawing her closer.  "I want to touch it and kiss it
everywhere."
     
     She raised her hands to both of Deshona's round,
incredibly firm breasts, cupping them worshipfully in her
palms.  But the protruding dildo came between them, bobbing,
poking Laura in her own breasts, awkwardly preventing their
caresses.  They both looked down at it and giggled.
     
     "You know, guys can make it stand up higher than this,"
Deshona laughed softly.
     
     Laura did a fake pout.  "I guess I'm not attractive
enough to you."
     
     "Mmmm, that's where you're wrong," Deshona purred,
watching Laura's hands on her breasts, then gently guiding
her back further onto the bed, climbing onto it with her.
"I want you to lie face down," she murmured.  "I'm going to
give you a back rub."
     
     Laura smiled and stretched out obediently on her
stomach.  She had forgotten the hot, insistent throbbing
inside her mouth, and her jaw, filled instead with sexual
excitement and anticipation.
     
     "Only a back rub?" she asked slyly.
     
     "Mmmm . . . you'll have to wait and see."
     
     Deshona was very patient.  Laura remembered how the
last time they had fucked, down at Deshona's expensive house
in Burlingame, they had been so hungry for one another that
first they had fallen to the floor in the living room and
screwed in a hot frenzy, then adjourned to the bedroom for
the spanking-fisting orgy that Taneesha had overheard.  This
time, however, was completely different, and they seemed to
have an infinite amount of time stretching before them.
     
     Dreamily Laura submitted to the most ingenious and
tender caresses she had ever felt from Deshona, who began by
gently massaging the flesh of her back from the nape of her
neck to her sacrum, then back up again.  It was such a sweet
and blissful feeling to be stroked and caressed like this
that she was almost tempted to fall asleep until she felt
Deshona's lips now joining her fingers, exploring the small
curvature under Laura's shoulderblades, then tenderly
kissing the backs of her shoulders.
     
     Also, by this time she could feel the strangely alien
hard rubberized plastic (or whatever it was) of the strap-on
dildo skimming across her buns or the backs of her thighs as
Deshona leaned forward over her back.  The sensations it
caused were comic, but somehow sexually suggestive too,
since this was an organ of pleasure, a fake one, of course,
but certainly capable, she now knew, of causing the most
intense ecstasies.
     
     Now Deshona leaned forward even further, letting her
hard, round breasts skim along Laura's naked back, which was
so sensitive that she could actually feel the thick little
berries of Deshona's hard nipples sliding across her skin.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn . . ." Laura moaned softly, lifting her head
just slightly to look back over her shoulder at Deshona,
whose eyes were shining with love.  "God, that feels so
good."
     
     "Mmmmm, you like that?  You like Mama's big titties
against your back?" Deshona whispered tantalizingly.
     
     Laura laughed briefly, sunk in a languid warm bath of
sensual pleasure.  "I like them anywhere on my body . . .
everywhere on my body," she panted, feeling her sexual needs
suddenly become transparent.
     
     Deshona leaned down even further, bringing her mouth
close to Laura's ear, spreading the thick chestnut hair
aside so that she could slip her tongue into it.  Laura
could feel a warm stream of Deshona's breath flowing into
her ear and, almost miraculously, spreading from there
throughout her whole body in a wave of unbelievable sexual
warmth.  She sighed softly and squirmed under Deshona.
     
     "Maybe you'd like to feel Mama's big hard cock in your
pretty little pink pussy too," Deshona whispered.
     
     Laura smiled, shivering as Deshona's tongue sent hot
arrows of excitement spraying through her flesh.  "Yes . . .
I would . . . it's all gooey down there for you."
     
     "Mmmm, I can see that," Deshona murmured, slipping two
fingers down below Laura's ass cheeks and letting the tips
of them graze Laura's warm, slimy vulva.  "You're ready for
me to give you the works, darling.  I never got to fuck
anybody like this before."
     
     Again Laura lifted her head briefly and grinned at
Deshona over her shoulder.  "There's a first time for
everything.  Just be gentle with me, okay?"
     
     Deshona smirked playfully.  "This must be the new
Laura."
     
     But she was gentle, at least at first.  Using the same
two fingers to spread Laura's wet, swollen cunt lips, she
guided the shaft with her other hand into the open, waiting
sleeve of Laura's pussy, pushing it in slowly until it her
thighs brushed against Laura's buns.  Laura groaned softly
as the rigid stalk slid into her, closing her eyes, gnawing
her lower lip, feeling deeply and intimately  linked somehow
to Deshona by this slow and careful penetration.
     
     Mysteriously, even though the strap-on dildo was a fake
appendage, she somehow felt as if it were an extension of
Deshona's body.  Deshona left it embedded deep in Laura's
pussy and did not move her hips for several seconds, but
Laura could feel the arc of her body poised over her, and
feel Deshona's desire about to overflow as she now ran her
free hand again over Laura's back and down to her ass,
caressing and squeezing Laura's buttocks with a kind of
feverish eagerness.
     
     Oh yessssss . . . Laura thought, fuck me honey.  Fuck
me, I know you want to fuck me.  I don't even care if you do
it hard, I know you want to do it hard.  I have always loved
you, even though you can be cold, and aloof, even though you
give this sweet body of yours to Charles without even a
thought for me, I don't care, I just want you to fuck me,
fuck me now.  Yes!
     
     "Ungghhh!" Laura groaned as Deshona slowly withdrew the
shaft to the edge of her pussy and then pushed it back deep
into her.
     
     Now that it was sunk deep in Laura's pussy again,
Deshona could lean forward.  Again she brushed her round,
hard breasts across Laura's naked back, and again she
tongued Laura's ear.
     
     "Mmmmm, I like this thing," she whispered, a little
hoarse with excitement, her breath quickening.  "I like
fucking you, Laura.  You're very beautiful, do you know
that?"
     
     Laura did not respond verbally.  But she could feel her
body heating up fast.  The pain in her mouth became only a
distant throbbing, and all other sensation was concentrated
in her pussy, in her back where Deshona's hard, stubby
nipples drilled into the skin, and in her ear, where
Deshona's warm, rapid breath and sexy whispers ignited
hotter and hotter fires in the depths of her flesh.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn!" Laura moaned, twisting uncontrollably under
Deshona's body.
     
     Deshona's tongue flicked her earlobe.  "Oh, you do like
that, don't you.  You like Mama's big cock."
     
     Laura whimpered and began slowly to gyrate her pelvis,
pushing her cunt back into the dildo as Deshona pumped it
more vigorously into her.  For a minute or so Deshona again
sat up right behind Laura, holding the wet shaft with the
fingers of one hand and watching intently each time it slid
deep into Laura's crammed channel, fucking Laura slowly,
intently, carefully, relishing each nuance of feeling and
the endless beauty of Laura's naked body writhing and
quivering under her slow stroking.
     
     But finally she had to lean forward again, now driving
the stalk deeper into Laura's pussy as she again breathed
into Laura's ear hotly.  "Maybe I should fuck you hard . . .
maybe I should fuck you really hard . . ." she panted.
"Because you spanked me, Laura.  Remember?  What if I didn't
deserve it after all . . . and you spanked me.  Then you
deserve to be . . . really . . . fucked hard . . . right?
You probably want it . . . right?  It'll make you forget the
pain in  . . . your mouth.  Oh . . . Laura, god, you're
really getting me hot too!"
     
     Laura was mewling and whooping softly now, feeling the
mattress rise and fall under her with each thrust, feeling
her pussy flame and tingle with pulsating pleasure each time
Deshona drove the thick spike into her, feeling the convex
ridges on the surface of the shaft ripple along the wet
inner flesh of her cunt on the way in, then scrape her
tender insides again causing a continuous, intense, fluttery
sensation on the way out, driving her nearly up the wall
with need.
     
     And Deshona, she realized, was getting very aroused
herself, which Laura knew was understandable.  The strap-on
was anchored on your pubic bone, and continued gyrating and
thrusting stimulated your groin region a lot.  If you were
as sexually aroused already as they both had been at the
start, there was no reason why the wearer might not become
almost as excited in the process as the one on the receiving
end.
     
     In fact, they were both getting out of control.  The
pain in Laura's mouth was still there, but it was distant,
radiating from afar, as if it belonged to someone else's
mouth but was being reflected in her own, while meantime her
pussy was being completely impaled and rammed by this
increasingly crazed woman behind her, a woman she had loved
with a deep longing and mated with in flaming moments of
bliss before but somehow never this intensely.
     
     "Aoouunngghh!" Laura gasped, wincing as the dildo
stabbed into her cunt, but still uptilting it to Deshona for
another thrust, her body reeling and aching but throbbing
also with the pangs of a killing climax that could only be
seconds away.  "Anngghhh!  Oh . . . oh yes!  Ungghh!
Aoouunngghh!"
     
     Almost without realizing how the idea formed in her
head, she suddenly felt that this was the moment, the right
time.  A whole series of things had crystallized at this
moment: their deep shared love, their lust for one another,
Laura's dental pain, Deshona's playful revenge over the
spanking, it all mingled into a compelling urge in Laura's
mind, an opportunity and a justification, if she needed one.
Her eyes reddened and glazed by crackling sexual need, she
looked back over her shoulder at Deshona, marveling at the
way her large, round, hard breasts bounced with each forward
thrust that sent hot darts of thrilling sensation through
Laura's pussy.
     
     "Yes . . . fuck me," she panted back at Deshona.
"Ungghh!  Desh . . . Deshona . . . pull my hair," she
gasped.  "I . . . I'm going to come . . . pull my hair . . .
with both hands.  Pull it hard . . . please?"
     
     Deshona was sunk in a fierce, sultry, relentless
rhythm, concentrating hard, her lovely face screwed up into
a grimace of sexual dementia and purpose as she forcefully
jammed the cock in and out of Laura's flaming pussy.  Only
out of the corner of this heated sexual mania did she notice
Laura's soft, panting plea.  She squinted down, breathing
hard, plunging forward with her hips, now holding the dildo
again with one hand so it wouldn't slip, her large breasts
rolling and bouncing again as she stabbed it deep into
Laura.
     
     "You're . . . kidding," she gasped.
     
     "Aaanngghh!" Laura gagged, seeing sparks, feeling her
skewered pussy throb as the large shaft ripped into her.
     
     The thrust sent Laura forward again, her head into the
sheet, but she lifted it, although it seemed to weigh twenty-
five pounds, and shook it, looking back briefly, before
Deshona slammed her to the sheet again.  But again she
lifted it, her eyes pleading with Deshona.
     
     "I can come . . . really hard . . . if you do it," she
gasped, feeling Deshona pause in her rhythm for a brief
moment.
     
     She looked down quizzically at Laura.  "You really want
me to do that?"
     
     They both were panting, both enveloped in a hot,
throbbing fog of sex, and the fact that they could
communicate verbally at all was a miracle.  Laura quickly
nodded.
     
     "Hard," she added.  "Pull it really hard."
     
     To encourage Deshona, she began to gyrate her pelvis
again, drawing her back into the fucking rhythm they had
momentarily interrupted, feeling the long stalk of the strap-
on dildo begin to slide in and out of her slippery furrow
once more.  Now Deshona did not smile but seemed to sink
back into her hypnotic trance within seconds, holding
Laura's rocking hips steady with her hands, planting the
cock deep in Laura's pussy again with each thrust.
     
     Laura felt Deshona's hands move along her hips and up
her back as the slow rhythm began to accelerate
imperceptibly, until in about a minute they were fucking
more rapidly and energetically than they had until now.
This is it! Laura realized, again feeling the mattress dip
under her each time Deshona impaled her on the ridged shaft.
Deshona's hands rose higher.  She's going to do it!  Oh god!
Yes!
     
     Her whole body was stiff and trembling almost
uncontrollably on the edge of a cataclysmic release.  She
could feel tears leaking out the corners of her tightly shut
eyes as she felt Deshona's fingers finally reach the lower
fringes of her hair, then rise higher, then become entangled
in the waves and clumps, tightening, tightening.  It was
like watching a film in slow motion for Laura as she
experienced each minor step, each palpitation, each twinge,
as she felt Deshona slowly filling her fists with hair, just
as the first wave of a thrilling climax began to melt her
insides.
     
     And then it hit.
     
     "Oh . . . YES!  Awwonnggg!  Ungghhh!  Do it NOW!" Laura
cried out, feeling a spasm of unbelievable intensity wrench
her body.
     
     For the next few almost unendurable seconds she nearly
blacked out.  A gigantic, hot, fierce pulsing shook her body
violently, and she seemed to come back to consciousness in
the very center of it, feeling her head yanked backward and
upward sharply, feeling the scalding nails of pain in her
scalp, feeling her whole torso stretched taut from her
throat to her impaled pussy as Deshona with maniacal
strength plunged the dildo up into her again and again.  And
then a blade of flame seemed to slice right through her,
followed by shattering implosions inside her belly as she
began to come again, her first orgasm interrupted by this
wholly stupendous, wrenching firestorm of sexual intensity.
     
     "Unngghhh!" she finally caught her breath enough to
gag.  "Auungghiimmnngghiieeee!"
     
     She had little idea what was happening to her, what
Deshona was actually doing.  All she could do was come,
groaning, crying out, yelping, gasping and sobbing, then
squealing again as Deshona again yanked back her head by the
hair fiercely, and buried the cock deep in her tortured,
throbbing pussy.  She came again, a second, or was it a
third time?  She didn't know.  The orgasms seemed to merge
and flow into one long, shuddering, shrieking mass of
killing sensation, somehow intensified by her frustrated
need to breathe, and the tautness of her stretched body
muscles as Deshona held her body arched back in this unusual
position.
     
     But finally she could hold Laura up no longer and let
her fall forward, trying to make Laura's landing as gentle
as possible but clearly exhausted herself, her arms shaking.
Laura slumped forward and felt Deshona fall forward too onto
her back, her hard round breasts now causing a pleasant
sensation against Laura's flesh, which was still quivering
from the ordeal of this crushing series of climaxes.
     
     "Ohhnnnnnnn!" Laura moaned, feeling the cock still
embedded deep in her pussy, and as hard as ever, not like a
man's cock, which usually began to deflate and soften
somewhat at this point.
     
     Deshona said nothing, still panting.  They must have
stayed that way for two full minutes, without moving.
Finally, Deshona affectionately nipped the edge of Laura's
ear.
     
     "You are one nasty little girl, making me do that," she
half-whispered.  "I never saw anybody come so hard.  It's a
wonder you're still alive."
     
     "I won't be if you don't get off me," Laura giggled
softly.  "You're tiny . . . but heavy."
     
     "I am not," Deshona smirked playfully, now pulling the
dildo slowly out of Laura's plundered pussy and rolling to
the side.  "How dare you say I'm heavy."
     
     She was teasing Laura but looking down at the wet,
obscene dildo that still shot up from her groin.  She shook
her head.  Now that they were temporarily satiated-at least
Laura was-it seemed a little comical to them.
     
     "You sure know how to use that thing," Laura smiled,
tenderly rubbing her vulva with the tips of two fingers.
"You rapist."  Her eyes twinkled at Deshona.
     
     "Did I do it too hard?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "My mouth hurts a hell of a lot
more than my pussy."
     
     "What about your head?"
     
     Laura smiled.  "Tingles.  Tingles good."
     
     "What about those neighbors you're always worrying
about?" Deshona asked, rolling her eyes briefly toward the
ceiling.  "After all, you really cried out pretty loud."
     
     Laura shrugged.  After seeing Mr. Gibson in the
elevator today, she had decided that the game was up.  What
did it matter if they knew she was getting the hot holy shit
fucked out of her down here by another beautiful woman?  She
was still a little troubled that Shontay might somehow find
out from them, but they seemed to be a very reserved family,
and maybe nothing so risqu‚ ever came up between them.
     
     "I'm moving," she said, surprised to hear the words
come out of her own mouth.
     
     Deshona looked suddenly crestfallen, which warmed
Laura's heart immensely.  "Not far?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Not far from you, anyway."
     
     That brought back the warm, indescribably sexual smile
quickly to Deshona's face.  "Get me a towel?"
     
     Laura helped her slip out of the strap-on dildo, and
they cleaned it with the towel, Deshona holding, Laura
wiping.  Laura looked up in the middle of wiping, her eyes
lingering on Deshona's lovely mouth, dying to devour it.
     
     "Ah ah ah," Deshona waggled one finger.  "You're
hurting, right?  No mouths."
     
     "I want to kiss you."
     
     "Next time."
     
     Laura, dropping the towel, reached out her hands to
Deshona's incredible round breasts.  She twisted Deshona's
hard, stubby brown nipples between her thumbs and
forefingers, watching the flames leap alive in Deshona's
black eyes.
     
     "I want to suck these."
     
     "Next . . . time," Deshona half-gasped, clearly wishing
Laura could do it too.
     
     Without saying another word, Laura slipped off the edge
of the bed and half-stood, maneuvering her legs into the
loops of the harness, pulling it up and anchoring it firmly.
Deshona watched her intently.  Her eyes fell to the shaft,
now bobbing gently as it protruded from Laura's groin.
     
     Now a grin broke out on her face.  "My turn?"
     
     Laura climbed back on the bed, holding the dildo in one
hand.  Deshona began to turn onto her stomach, as Laura had
been, but Laura touched her wrist and caught her eye.  She
shook her head.
     
     "I want to look in your eyes," she murmured.
     
     Sometimes Laura could not help it: she needed to
communicate in the midst of frantic, inflammatory fucking,
she needed to look deep into the eyes of her partner, she
needed to see the emotions stirring there, the helpless
abandon and surrender, the depthless yearning and the fierce
sexual hunger all mixed and mingled together.  Also, she
would never forget how Deshona had told her that Charles
loved to fuck her from behind, rubbing her back, caressing
her ass, slowly bringing her up to the finish.  Deshona had
a beautiful body, a beautiful back and ass, and Laura had
done it to her from behind too, but each time her gut
curdled to think she was repeating something he did.
     
     "I want to love-fuck you," she whispered.
     
     Solemnly, Deshona nodded.  Suddenly very pliant and
soft, she settled onto her back with her arms outstretched
to Laura.  Laura looked down at Deshona's beautiful, gaping
pussy for the first time that evening, wanting to let her
eyes linger on it forever but sensing Deshona's urgency.  It
was a beautiful, sculptured mouth, fiery pink inside but
with long, wavy, sensual inner lips that again beckoned
Laura's lips, her tongue.  But instead, she introduced the
bulbous head of the dildo into the glistening, wet, inflamed
pit and slowly slid it into Deshona all the way.
     
     "Ahnnnnnn!" Deshona moaned, her head falling back, her
breasts jutting into the air as she arched her back
slightly, feeling the long thick shaft penetrate her pussy.
     
     Her arms almost fell to her sides before Laura could
lean forward and nestle herself between them, but then they
fell inward, leaving Deshona's fingertips resting on Laura's
naked back.  Her eyelids fluttered, and she looked up at
Laura, whose face was now only inches from hers.
     
     "No . . . kissing," she panted with effort.  "But
everything else."
     
     "Yes," Laura whispered back solemnly, now slowly moving
her hips.
     
     The dildo was sunk so far in Deshona's pussy at the
moment that Laura did not need to hold it or guide it, and
she did not make long thrusts, only short in and out motions
that moved the thick stalk only a few inches each time.
They fucked this way for almost a minute, their bodies glued
tightly together, barely moving but locked totally in a
shared, subtle motion that resulted in a steady crescendo of
their desires.  Laura looked deep into Deshona's eyes, and
Deshona looked back.
     
     "You know," she panted softly to Laura, finally
breaking the silence, "I still come pretty slow with him . .
. but with you . . . I always feel like I'm going to come in
seconds."
     
     They were fucking a little faster now, and Laura knew
Deshona was telling the truth.  She could see it in
Deshona's eyes, in her face, in the mild but uncontrollable
grimaces of intense pleasure that suddenly surfaced there at
unexpected intervals.  She could feel Deshona's fingers
spastically clutching the bare flesh of her back, and feel
the squirming of her small body under her.
     
     "Mmmmm, you are going to . . ." Laura murmured, unable
to resist the impulse to brush her lips over Deshona's
smooth cheek.
     
     "No . . . mouths," Deshona giggled softly through her
rapid panting.  "But . . . everyth . . . oh god unngghhhh!
Yessss!  Anngghhh!"
     
     "Oh baby, does that feel good?" Laura purred to her,
now accelerating the tempo.  "Look at me . . . I want to
look into your eyes . . . oh, look at me, darling."
     
     With effort, Deshona's eyes fluttered open and again
focused on Laura's.  Now Laura reached down between them
with one hand to hold the dildo better, realizing that their
growing gyrations and more frantic pumping might allow it to
slip out.  Deshona was unable to hold her glance for very
long, being overcome by desperate need.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god, it's so good!" she gasped, now
arching her back a little each time Laura pushed the strap-
on dildo back into her pussy with an expert forward jerk of
her hips.  "Ungghhh!"
     
     "I love you . . . I love you," Laura whispered in her
ear, fucking her faster, loving the feel of her own naked
breasts brushing against and mashing into Deshona's large,
firm balls.
     
     "I . . . want you to do that to me," Deshona gasped,
incoherently.   "Like I did."  She dug her fingers into
Laura's back and whimpered at an especially deep thrust
Laura made.  "Awwonnggg!  Oh . . . yes!"
     
     "What.  What do you want?" Laura panted back.  "I'll do
anything you want."
     
     Deshona blinked away the sexual fog that clouded her
glittering black eyes, still slowly pumping her hips up into
Laura's slower thrusts.  "Pull my hair . . . like I did for
you.  I . . . want to come like that."
     
     Her reddened, glazed eyes bored into Laura's,
beseeching her, begging her.
     
     Laura, at first, didn't want to, mainly because she
didn't want to interrupt the fierce sexual excitement they
were both experiencing at this instant by stopping, shifting
positions, starting over again.  And she really did want to
love-fuck Deshona, as she had put it.  She wanted to see her
face when she came, she wanted to dive deep into her
stricken eyes and to feel the girl's helpless cries of
ecstasy streaming out of Deshona's mouth into her face.
     
     "You don't want that," she said, trying to brush it
off, continuing to fuck the beautiful woman in an even,
constant rhythm.
     
     "Yes . . . I do!  Please, Laura."
     
     Reluctantly, Laura slipped her hands under Deshona's
arms and slid them up to her head, feeling the strands of
Deshona's hair slide between her separated fingers, then
closing her hands on it.   But Deshona shook her head
frantically, half-glowering at Laura.
     
     "Like you," she panted, now stopping her body movements
entirely, lying limp and unmoving under Laura, gazing up
into Laura's face, serious and solemn.  "From behind.  And
hard.  I want to come like that too."
     
     Laura could pout a little, but she could not refuse.
She had seen Dawn come that way, and Randi, and it had
created in her an undeniable craving to feel it too,
especially after she had seen how utterly devastated they
had been by their orgasms.  Why wouldn't Deshona feel that
way, after seeing Laura nearly self-destruct?
     
     "Okay," she nodded.
     
     Slowly, she pulled the long, ridged dildo out of
Deshona's pussy and sat back a little so Deshona could turn
over onto her stomach.  She immediately realized that this
was not going to deprive her of anything, since she loved
Deshona's small, shapely body immoderately and was always
hungry to fuck her from whatever angle.  She had a beautiful
little ass and a marvelously contoured back, smooth and
delectably shaped, and this time Laura got to admire the red
puckered gash of her festering pussy as she slowly pushed
the dildo back into it, watching the wet, shiny, convex
ridges on the shaft disappear between Deshona's stretched,
slippery wet, glossy black cunt lips.
     
     "Ohnngggg!" she gagged softly as it rode up into her
again.
     
     Laura stopped only when her thighs brushed Deshona's
smooth, round little buttocks, which she had blistered so
aggressively with her palm their last time together.  She
reached forward and grabbed the strips of muscle between
Deshona's shoulders and her neck with her hands, squeezing
them, at first lovingly, passionately, then harder, as if to
give her a taste of the rough action she had requested.
     
     Deshona responded instantly, burrowing her face into
the sheet, gyrating her pelvis back, pushing her cunt up
into the plunging dildo, groaning.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . yes!"
     
     God, she really wants it, Laura realized.  Deshona was
petite and refined, very bright, reserved, aloof, even cold
when you first came to know her.  She had rejected Laura's
subtle advances at first, but only on the very sensible
basis that she would simply choose not to go in that
direction.  Later, when she gave in, it was because she
liked Laura, as she had explained, and `why fight it?'
     
     Their fucking had, over the turbulent months of
Deshona's partial return to sleeping with her ex-husband,
grown more and more heated, perhaps because of her guilt,
and Laura's pain and jealousy.  At any rate, Laura had
broken through the ice to the fiery core inside.  But she
wondered if it could heat up any more than this.  Deshona
was now almost out of control as Laura pumped her from
behind, writhing and whimpering, her lovely small body tense
and coiled with sexual pressure needing release.
     
     "Tell me when you're going to come," Laura murmured,
almost pointlessly, since Deshona was whimpering and
breathing too hard to hear her, and Laura knew anyway that
she was so familiar with the girl's lovely body that the
slightest hint of her orgasm would not pass unnoticed.
     
     For the next two minutes they said nothing to each
other, fucking more heatedly, their bodies tenser and more
agitated, the bedroom filled with their hot, rapid breathing
and uncontrollable moaning.  Laura continued to hold onto
the flesh between Deshona's neck and shoulders, which gave
her enough leverage to repeatedly thrust the strap-on dildo
deep into the girl's pussy and pull back and up a little on
her torso at the same time, again giving Deshona a taste of
the ultimate thrill she sought.
     
     "Ungghh!" Deshona grunted, erupting sometimes in a
fine, very arousing whinny of total surrender as she felt
the dildo stab deep into her body.
     
     "Oh honey . . ." Laura gasped, now digging her fingers
into the silky, resilient flesh of Deshona's peerless back,
now running her hand up to the fringes of Deshona's cloud of
wavy black hair.  "Are you close . . . are you there?"
     
     "Ye . . . yes . . . almost . . ." Deshona gasped for
breath, wincing, writhing and whinnying under Laura.  "Oh .
. . yes . . ."
     
     "Oh, I love to fuck you," Laura breathed, leaning
forward, letting her naked breasts mash into Deshona's back,
biting the firm strip of flesh next to Deshona's left
shoulder that she had been grasping only seconds ago,
forgetting for a brief moment the pain it would cause in her
mouth but unable to stop herself.
     
     And it did hurt, but the pain suddenly receded into the
far distance as the bite itself seemed to send a squirt of
lethal sexual fire through Deshona's squirming body.  It was
just enough to tip her over the edge.  Suddenly, Laura could
almost feel the girl's contractions in her own body, even
though she was only pressed against Deshona's back, as the
first shocks of Deshona's climax struck her.
     
     "Anngghhh!" Deshona gagged, shaking violently.
     
     Quickly, terrified of missing her chance, Laura slid
her fingers up into the cloud of hair, closed them, and
yanked Deshona's head up and back hard.  The dildo was
already buried deep in the girl's body, and so Laura
concentrated all her effort on this, pulling Deshona's
small, quivering body back so that for a few seconds her
back was arched into a C curve.
     
     She began to gurgle and caw for breath even then, as
Laura held her suspended for only a second or two before
gently releasing her back to the mattress.  But this was
enough to release the first flood of a crushing orgasm,
which wrenched her small body with amazing force as Laura
pulled her head up again, using just as much violence as she
dared to bring on a killing torrent of pleasure.
     
     "Ownnggg!  Ungghhh!  Ohnnnmmgghiiieeee!" Deshona cried
out, undulating almost in mid-air, her face slashed by the
anguish of an unendurable rapture.
     
     She came in long, repeated waves, her body twitching
and straining under Laura, who now released her hair and
slumped forward onto her back, kissing it, kissing the backs
of her shoulders, pushing aside the hair and kissing the
nape of her neck, whispering in her ear, not even moving her
hips but letting Deshona herself slide the dildo in and out
of her flooding pussy as she continued to churn and buck.
     
     "Oh, come hard, come hard, I love it when you come
hard, darling," Laura whispered to her, consumed with the
intense love she often felt for Deshona.
     
     It took an ungodly long time for them to ride it out.
She had never seen Deshona come this hard, even during their
most torrid moments in the past.  She did not fall into a
semi-swoon, as Jonelle, or even Dawn, occasionally did, but
she was still blasted and stunned by the outcome.  It took
her waning orgasms several minutes to release her flesh, her
lungs, her face from the excruciating torment of killing
pleasure.
     
     Laura, however, was able to climb off her body sooner
than that, extracting the stalk from Deshona's ravished
pussy, and then slipping easily, carefully, out of the
harness herself.  The sheet under them was wet, and she went
for a towel.  Often, though not always, Deshona actually
ejaculated during an especially intense orgasm, and this had
been the most intense Laura had ever seen.  It was not
urine, or at least did not smell like it, so Laura called it
love juice, and hurriedly daubed it up with the towel since
Deshona, being fastidious, always found it extremely
embarrassing.
     
     Finally, she rolled over on her side and blinked, as if
awakening from a hundred years' sleep.  She saw Laura
stowing the wadded up towel.
     
     "You don't have to hide that," she said, with a
straight face.  "I did it again, didn't I."
     
     Laura didn't answer.  She tossed the towel toward the
bathroom and slid back across the bed to embrace her.  "Kiss
me, you fool."
     
     "No mouths," Deshona half-grinned.  "I think you
forgot.  You bit me.  Cunt."
     
     "That seems to be all it took," Laura smiled, running a
fingertip over the tooth marks she had left in the strip of
sweet, dark-mocha-colored flesh above Deshona's shoulder,
which were already beginning to fade.
     
     Deshona raised a hand to her head and tenderly massaged
her scalp with her fingers.  "Good thing I don't see you too
often, Laura.  Charles is like a motorbike, and you're like
a Mack truck."
     
     "I guess I'll have to take that as a compliment."
     
     "How does your mouth feel?"
     
     "Hurts a little . . . after biting you.  I'm not sorry,
if that's what you mean."
     
     Deshona's eyes went to the ceiling.  "Your neighbors
are going to be glad you're moving."
     
     "You think they heard us?" Laura said, with mock
surprise.  "I doubt it.  The cops would've been here by
now."
     
     Laura was making a joke, but suddenly, in the middle of
it, she realized it was true, and she began to feel very
uneasy.  She had thrown caution to the winds, as they say.
After seeing Mr. Gibson's face, she had felt that it now
mattered little how many orgiastic screams floated up to
their apartment, and so she had indulged herself in abandon
with both Dawn and Deshona.  But now the embarrassment came
creeping back.
     
     Still, she realized that she wanted more of Deshona.
The thought of her leaving, now that they had fucked so
thrillingly, made a hot ember of fear begin to glow deep in
her stomach.  You can't leave.  We have to just lie here and
do it gently.  Again.
     
     She drew an arc with her fingertip across Deshona's
smooth cheek.  "I won't be able to come if I take that
medicine.  You can stay another hour at least, right?"
     
     Deshona looked over at the clock radio.  It was almost
eight o'clock.  "I can stay until the pain gets so bad that
you have to take that pill," she smiled.   "But I really
think I am going to starve, after that rape, if I don't get
something to eat."
     
     She stared pointedly at Laura while uttering the word
`rape'.  Laura pouted.
     
     "You asked me to do it."
     
     "Don't ever do it again."  Deshona winked.  "Unless I
ask you, of course."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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