                              
     Chapter 244
     
     
     
     At work Laura got caught staring at Shontay Something.
Passing a conference room shortly after lunch, one in which
she often attended meetings herself,  she saw the door ajar.
Shontay was holding a meeting with some of her staff.
     
     For some reason, Laura stopped.  She couldn't take her
eyes off the woman.  It was a mesmerizing moment, and she
wondered to herself, while staring, why she was doing it.
Shontay was not really beautiful in any conventional sense,
though she had the regal bearing of some tribal princess.
She did not dress in an alluring style.  In fact, she was
very tall and shockingly skinny and wore severely cut
business pants suits in drab colors, black or brown, that
hung in billowy swaths of cloth over her bony frame.  She
wore her hair pulled tightly back in a bun, from which a
long, charming pony tail swung, really the only endearingly
human thing about her appearance.
     
     (She did have a nice little rump, though, the kind that
stuck out and up a little the way Laura liked, though right
then she was sitting on it, perched on the edge of the table
and haranguing the troops.)
     
     Her smooth, light brown face was half-concealed behind
huge, oversized glasses that made her resemble an insect,
though Laura could quickly see that behind the lenses there
was a very appealing and interesting face.  However, the
face turned coldly to Laura as she was staring.  Shontay had
felt her eyes, as people often did they were being looked
at, though no one knew why.  She glowered at Laura, who
quickly looked away, feeling her face flush hotly as she
turned and walked off.
     
     Oh god, Laura thought.  Oh shit, why did I do that?
     
     She took some consolation in the fact that it wasn't as
bad as when Tamara had caught her staring, and had promptly
reproached her.  But she had wanted to fuck Tamara, which
Tamara had known.  And, Laura now knew, Tamara had secretly
relished the idea, somewhere in her secret being.  But this
Shontay Something was not even physically appealing to
Laura.  She was almost sexless, as well as imperious and
condescending.  I don't want to . . . do it with her, Laura
reasoned.  It's not the same as with Tamara.  But why did I
stop to stare at her?
     
     For the next few days, she did everything she could to
avoid the areas of the building where she knew she would be
likely to encounter Shontay.  At least she would give the
woman time to forget what had happened.  Maybe Shontay had
forgotten it already.  After all, Laura thought, I could've
just been standing there abstracted, thinking, pondering
something.  She didn't have to think I was staring at her.
I wasn't, really.  It didn't really have anything to do with
her.  Maybe it was the sound of her voice or something.
     
     At home that evening, she listened again to the message
Dawn had left on her voice mail.
     
     "Laura.  Damn . . . you're not there.  I just wanted to
hear your voice.  Guess I'll have to settle for the `Hi,
leave a message' part.  Maybe I'll call again . . . just so
I can hear it again.  I was thinking about you . . . about
us.  In fact, I really can't stop thinking about it.
Missing you . . . already.  Hoped you'd be there.  Oh well.
Kiss kiss.  I . . . oh, you know.  Bye.  You can't call me.
I'll call back."
     
     She had not called back yet.  Laura had listened to the
message three times after the first time, when Jane had been
there.  Each time she seemed to detect a more emotional
intimacy in Dawn's words, a resonance in her voice, full of
warmth and muted sexual vibration, something she might not
have noticed if she hadn't listened to it over and over.
     
     I love you too, Dawn.  Please call me back.  I'm
missing you too.
     
     But it was another week before Laura got her wish.
Meanwhile, she slept with Randi and Shavon on separate
evenings, and had a scorching, exhausting night of fucking
with the tiny but energetic Tiffany.  By the next Monday,
she was glad the work week had arrived so that she could get
some rest.  That evening, Dawn called.
     
     "Is this Laura?"
     
     "Dawn.  Yes, this is Laura.  Oh, Dawn.  I love you
Dawn.  God, I've missed you."
     
     Dawn laughed softly at the other end, musical, throaty
laughter.  "You get right to the point, don't you," she
said.  "I . . . love you too, Laura.  Couldn't stop thinking
about you."
     
     "Oh god, I have to see you."
     
     "That's what I called about.  You know, Robert is in
Chico . . . at some training class they sent him to.  He
won't get back until Wednesday."
     
     Laura could feel her heart racing.  "Yes?"
     
     "Thought you might like to come over here and have
dinner with me.  I'm making some more beans and rice.  Your
favorite, right?"
     
     Laura actually bought flowers on the way.  She had
never done that before.  There was a kiosk on the street
corner about two blocks from Dawn's apartment selling roses,
and Laura bought half a dozen deep red ones.  The deep red
ones mean you're really in love, don't they? she wondered.
I mean, if someone gives me six deep red roses, it means
that person loves me with a holy deep passion, right?
     
     I fall in love too fast,
     I fall in love too terrible hard,
     For love to ever last . . .
     
     She hummed the song to herself as she climbed the
stairs, holding the roses.  Dawn opened the door at her
knock, looking radiant as Laura handed her the flowers.
     
     "Nobody ever brought me flowers," she said, genuinely
touched and astonished as she let Laura in and closed the
door behind her.
     
     "Watch out for the thorns," Laura cautioned.  "I
pricked my finger on one coming up the stairs."
     
     Dawn frowned.  "Need a band-aid?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "You could kiss it and make it
well, though."
     
     Dawn lowered her face, her gorgeous face (Laura
thought), looking at Laura with amusement from under her
lowered eyelids.  "Let me put these in a vase first."
     
     The small, amused curves at the sides of her sensual
mouth made their appearance, a feature Laura had remembered,
and in fact recalled each time she thought of Dawn's face.
She followed Dawn into the kitchen.  When the roses were
finally secured, Dawn turned to her.
     
     "Okay, let me see that finger."
     
     Laura extended her forefinger.  She actually had nicked
it a little on a thorn, and there was a small bead of dark
red blood on the tip.  Dawn held Laura's hand in both of her
lovely, graceful black hands and raised it to her lips.  She
kissed Laura's finger, letting the blood smear her lips,
looking into Laura's eyes the whole time, letting her lips
move slowly over Laura's fingertip.
     
     Laura could feel her pussy melting from the inside.
She had never felt that way from having someone merely kiss
her finger, if in fact anyone ever had.  Dawn's lips and
Dawn's eyes made her slowly dissolve into quivering desire.
     
     "Dawn," she croaked softly, hoarsely.  "I can't stand
it, I have to kiss you."
     
     Dawn smiled.  "I know how you feel.  But I'm wearing
this white shirt.  I don't want to get your blood all over
it.  In fact, it belongs to Robert.  Let me get you a band-
aid."
     
     Laura nodded.  She noticed, as Dawn walked to the
bathroom, that she was dressed better this time than the
last.  She wore a man's white shirt and white jeans.  Her
wiry hair-which however had the consistency of smooth, non-
sticky cotton candy when you held it in your hand, as Laura
had done-was not pulled up into a topnotch as before but
swept back into a brush directly behind her head, tied this
time with a red scarf.  The white shirt and jeans contrasted
with Dawn's deeply jet black skin to make her more ravishing
to Laura than ever.
     
     Oh god, she can't be this beautiful! Laura thought.  I
didn't remember her being this beautiful.  Dawn had a
desirability that made the breath catch in Laura's throat.
It was as if they had not yet shared a bed, even though
reenacting Dawn's warehouse rape experience had been one of
the most stirring sexual moments of Laura's life.
     
     Dawn returned with a band-aid.
     
     "You could've just taken off the shirt," Laura murmured
as Dawn extracted the band-aid from its wrapper and wound it
around Laura's finger.
     
     Dawn looked at her with the same bemused hint of a half-
smile.  "You want me to do that?"
     
     Laura grinned and nodded.
     
     "Maybe you'd rather do it yourself," Dawn said darkly,
her eyes smoking now, the little laugh lines at the corners
of her mouth more deeply etched.
     
     "I thought you didn't want to do anything like that
here."
     
     Dawn paused before answering.  Her eyes never wavered
from Laura's.  "Chico is about a hundred miles from here,"
she whispered.
     
     Slowly, her eyes never leaving Dawn's either, Laura
reached forward with the fingers of both hands and
unbuttoned the top button of Dawn's shirt.  Then she
unbuttoned the second.  There were about eight buttons, and
Dawn stood patiently, half-smiling, while Laura unfastened
each one.
     
     Now the shirt was open.  Laura's hands moved up to the
collar to pull it apart and take it off, but Dawn brushed
her hands away.
     
     "Ah ah ah," she grinned.  "It's a two-way street.  You
ain't the only hungry lady here."
     
     They were still standing in the kitchen, next to the
countertop where Dawn had placed the vase full of roses.  It
seemed so odd, standing here in the kitchen, teasingly
undressing each other, but it was in reality completely
natural.  They were completely at ease with each other.
Dawn lifted Laura's sweatshirt by the hem up over Laura's
head, carefully holding it while Laura shook her hair free.
     
     "God, Laura, you got a lot of hair," she said softly.
     
     She balled up the sweatshirt and tossed it into the
living room.  Then she slowly removed her own white shirt,
loose and unbuttoned now.
     
     "You want to just stay here and undress or go in the
bedroom?" she asked, her black eyes flickering with wicked
delight.
     
     "Bedroom," Laura murmured, barely able to speak.
     
     "Let's take the roses with us," Dawn said, picking up
the vase.  "Nobody ever loved me enough to bring me roses
before.  I think I might have more fun just looking at them
while we do it."
     
     Laura laughed softly.  "I think you're right.  What a
great idea."
     
     Laura realized she was quivering with desire.  She
couldn't remember when she had last been this overcome by
emotion all swirled together with sexual need and stark
worship of this marvelous girl.  Shockingly enough, Dawn was
apparently feeling the same way.
     
     "Look at this," she said to Laura, after setting the
vase full of roses down on the vanity table that Laura
remembered having been there when she and Tamara had fucked
in this bedroom.
     
     Dawn extended her hand, which was wavering, shaking
slightly.  Just like mine, Laura thought, putting all
thoughts of Tamara out of her mind.  She had made love with
Shayla and Tamara both in this apartment, she recalled with
chagrin, but the kind of intense longing she was now feeling
for Dawn was rare.
     
     "I think I'm a little nervous," Dawn said softly.
"Like this was the first time or something."
     
     And here we are standing here in our bras, quivering
like two innocent teenagers.  Actually, Dawn was technically
a teenager, Laura remembered.  Nineteen.  But no longer
jailbait, like Jane.
     
     "I haven't got to kiss you yet," Laura whispered.
     
     Dawn crinkled her nose.  "Why don't we take these off
first?"  She pointed to her own bra, a very conventional
one, unlike Laura's expensive mauve lace-and-filigree
affair, but starkly white and alluring against Dawn's velvet
black skin.  "You know, pushing my boobs against yours when
we kissed really got my fires going last time."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura smiled, "mine are already going."
     
     Dawn held her hand up again so Laura could see the
quaver.  "Mine too."
     
     "Turn around and let me do yours," Laura suggested
softly.  "I want to kiss your back."
     
     Smiling, Dawn turned.  Before touching her bra clasp,
Laura ran her fingertips lightly over the smooth, very black
skin of Dawn's ravishing back, gently massaging her shoulder
blades, rubbing the submerged vertebrae, then pressing her
lips to the skin above the clasp.  The focus on a woman's
body invariably centered on her breasts, her legs, her ass,
perhaps her hips, even in some cultures on her neck and
throat, or her feet, but curiously never on her back, which
to Laura could often be the most enchanting place of all.
She wanted desperately to kiss every inch of it, to trail
her lips from top to bottom, relishing the smoothness, the
suppleness of Dawn's young, resilient flesh, the deep blue-
black hue of her skin, the dips and cambers and flowing
contours of this masterpiece.
     
     "Oh god . . . I love your back so much . . . I don't
want to go on," Laura murmured.  "I just want to kiss it
forever."
     
     "You can kiss it for a few minutes more, but not
forever," Dawn giggled throatily, writhing her supple flesh
a little under Laura's worshipping lips.
     
     Finally, Laura released the clasp, and the bra went
limp.  She slid her arms around Dawn's body from behind,
running her hands up the girl's firm, smoothly rippling
abdominal muscles to her naked breasts, cupping them and
squeezing them excitedly while kissing Dawn's back.  She
recalled that she had got a thrilling response out of Jane
only recently by sucking the nape of her neck, and she tried
that with Dawn too, gently pinching Dawn's large, soft
nipples in her fingers at the same time.
     
     "Oh!  Aiiiyyeee!" Dawn yelped, laughing and quivering
sharply.  "Oh shit, that feels good!"
     
     She spun around, groping behind Laura for Laura's bra
clasp too.
     
     "Take it off . . . take it off," she laughed.  "It's
not fair, I want to feel every bit of you too."
     
     Laura obediently waited until Dawn could unfasten her
bra too.  They peeled off the limp garments now and, growing
more solemn, leaned forward into each other, feeling their
naked breasts press together, their mouths now meeting in a
slow, smoldering kiss, a deeply emotional kiss full of
sensual tongue.  While kissing, they moved their upper
bodies together, luxuriating in the feel of their naked skin
touching.  Laura could feel the hard bumps in the centers of
Dawn's large nipples rubbing against her own, and feel the
round, firm globes pushing into her breasts, as if she could
sense every infinitesimal curvature of Dawn's beautiful
flesh pressing urgently against her own trembling body.
     
     How could I be so lucky as to have this marvelous half-
naked girl in my arms? Laura wondered.  What did I do to
deserve this?
     
     "I think we better get on with it because I'm getting
so excited it's running down my leg," Dawn whispered in her
ear.  "You make me hotter than anybody ever has."
     
     "Do I?" Laura teased, nuzzling her cheek, their faces
very close.  "Do you want me to fuck you?" she asked softly.
     
     Dawn nodded, several times, slowly.  "It feels so
funny.  I know guys wanted to.  But nobody ever asked me
that before.  You are so different . . . so hot.  I want you
to fuck me, yes."
     
     She drew a line down Laura's cheek with one finger.
Her black eyes grew more dangerous.
     
     "And I want to fuck you, too," she whispered.  "Anybody
who brings me roses"-she glanced over at them on the vanity
table, drawing Laura's eyes there briefly too-"is going to
get the best I have to offer."
     
     Since they still both had their pants on, Laura took a
step back, releasing Dawn from her embrace.  But it was hard
to let go.  She appraised Dawn, her gleaming, black, shapely
torso naked, starkly beautiful in contrast to her tight
white pants, and shook her head in disbelief.
     
     "You are so beautiful this way, I hate for you to take
off those pants," she said.
     
     Dawn lowered her eyelids playfully.  "Maybe I'll have
to take `em off for you."
     
     Seductively, she began to inch the zipper down.  The
brass button at the top was still buttoned.  Laura could see
the cloth of Dawn's panties appear through the zipper gap as
it lengthened.  When Dawn finally unbuttoned the button, a
squirt of fire shot through Laura's pussy.  Why am I so
affected by her? she wondered.
     
     "Let me do it," she said, stooping and reaching her
fingers forward for the zipper.
     
     With an alluring, sexy smirk, Dawn let her own hands
drop away.  From this position Laura was looking up at her,
and she hardly knew whether to keep unzipping the zipper or
just to gaze spellbound at the bulging, perfectly curved
undersides of Dawn's large breasts, dangling there right
above her head.  Dawn's thick dark nipples glimmered, and
Laura could see the jutting center nubs protruding from the
semi-puffy areolas.
     
     To top it all off, Dawn looked down at her, giving
Laura her best beguiling smile, the one that showed just a
hint of amusement in the tiny crescents in her cheeks at the
edges of her lips.  Laura wanted to drag her down on the bed
and rape her.  Love-rape her.  Holding Dawn's black eyes
with her own, she raised her hands slowly and cupped the
girl's warm, naked breasts in her hands, giving them each a
gentle squeeze, as if to promise that she intended to ravish
them both very soon.  Then she dropped her hands again to
the zipper.
     
     It had only about two inches further to go, and she
quickly drew it to the bottom, then tugged the waist of
Dawn's jeans down her thighs.  She bent her head closer and
pressed her lips to the firm, sleek flesh above the elastic
waistband of Dawn's white cotton panties.  Something about a
delicious-looking girl in her underwear always captivated
Laura, and Dawn was more delicious than hardly any other.
     
     Laura kissed her smooth, deeply black belly, tugging
the elastic band down, down with her fingers at the same
time, kissing lower, pulling the panties down and over the
jutting mounds of Dawn's ass, pulling them down her gleaming
black thighs too.  Her descending lips reached the smooth
skin where Dawn's pubic hair should be.  Laura had forgotten
its absence but quickly remembered her mild surprise the
first time she had discovered it.
     
     Still kissing the smooth, flat skin, feeling the firm
muscles of Dawn's belly pulsing under her lips, she
murmured, "What happened to your hair?  I want to push my
nose into it."
     
     "Robert likes it that way," Dawn replied calmly, still
looking down at Laura, over the jutting mounds of her naked
breasts.  "He asked me to . . . so I did.  Don't mind.  Only
takes a second in the shower."
     
     "Some day you'll have to let it grow out for me," Laura
murmured again, looking up at her, at the marvelous firm
gourds of her breasts, inhaling the erotic fragrance that
wafted up from Dawn's excited pussy, now only inches away
from her lips.  "I want to push my nose into it," she
repeated softly.
     
     Without replying, Dawn reached down for Laura, pulling
her up and gently guiding both of them onto the bed so that
they were lying face to face.  She began to unzip Laura's
jeans while gazing rapturously into Laura's eyes, brushing
her nipples against Laura's, kissing Laura's mouth with
sweet, lingering passion.
     
     "I'm gonna push my nose into you," she whispered
sexily.  "Everywhere."
     
     "Dawn . . . I love you," Laura gasped, surprised to
hear the emotion in her own voice.
     
     Dawn did not reply immediately.  Instead, she ran her
fingers through the rich, shiny chestnut billows of Laura's
hair, twirling it around her forefinger.  She looked down at
Laura's mouth, then kissed Laura again, searchingly,
ardently, heatedly.
     
     "I love you too, Laura.  And you are wrecking my life.
I was happy enough with Robert before you.  Now all I want
to do is this."
     
     Together they struggled out of their pants, which were
already halfway down their thighs, and were finally naked.
Laura could not keep her hands or her mouth still.  She was
all over Dawn's naked body, licking it, kissing it, sucking
it, nipping it playfully with her teeth, slithering her
tongue into Dawn's ear, burying her face between Dawn's
breasts, wanting to drink her and swallow her, feeling a
horribly urgent hunger for her.  It was as if she had never
seen or felt Dawn's naked body before, even though they had
indulged in scorching sex at Laura's apartment not long ago,
their first time.
     
     At first overwhelmed by Laura's intense lust, Dawn
quickly yielded to it willingly, smiling, closing her eyes,
stretching out and surrendering her body to Laura's sharp
hunger.  Now Laura got her chance to worship Dawn's lovely
large breasts, so plump and round and firm that they bulged
at the sides as much as at the bottoms.  Starting with her
face buried between them, her hands holding each firm globe
and pushing them into her cheeks as she kissed her way down
the deep smooth valley, she moved her lips first under one,
then the other, kissing the incredibly round bottom of each
warm, resilient ball of flesh, moving her mouth up into the
secret, sensitive crease where each breast joined the rest
of Dawn's gorgeous body.
     
     She extended her tongue and ran it slowly along the
crease under each of Dawn's breasts until Dawn began to pant
and moan softly.  At the same time Laura's fingers were also
busy, kneading the thick buds of Dawn's nipples, pinching
them, lightly twisting them, her lips moving up and around
Dawn's breasts, circling her nipples, making Dawn crave to
have them sucked.
     
     "Ohhhnnnn god, Laura . . . you do that so good to me,"
she panted, biting her lower lip, watching Laura's lips
encircle her excited nipples without touching them.
     
     The black, shiny areolas of Dawn's large nipples began
to tighten and stipple with tiny bumps, and the thick,
nubbins in the center began to surface, pointing and rigid.
They wanted to be sucked, and Laura wanted to suck them.
     
     "Yes," Dawn nodded, half-pleading, as Laura looked up
at her.  "Yes.  Oh yes."
     
     Laura held one of Dawn's breasts in both hands, still
looking at Dawn's face, extending her tongue and flicking
Dawn's nipple with it.
     
     "Ahhh!"
     
     "Oh . . . is that good?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!  Do it again!"
     
     "Does Robert like to lick your big nipples?"  Laura
hated herself for being so petty, but she couldn't help it.
     
     "Yes . . . but not like you do," Dawn panted, her face
grimacing in pleasure.  "Please suck it, Laura."
     
     "Oh, now you want me to suck it," Laura teased her
softly.
     
     "Oh yes.  Oh yes."
     
     The skin of Dawn's breasts was very black against
Laura's white fingers, which caressed and squeezed them
passionately, and her nipples were blacker still, swollen
and erect in the center.  Laura lowered her lips to one and
teased it for several seconds by tonguing and lip-pinching
it, loving every micro-second of this exquisite play.  Dawn
was beside herself, whimpering now.  Finally, Laura gave in.
She opened her lips and sucked Dawn's large nipple into her
mouth, swirling her tongue around the thick bud as she drew
it in deep.

     "Unhhhhh!" Dawn gasped, her head falling back to the
     sheet.
     
     Laura wanted to eat her alive, drink her, swallow her,
consume her.  Briefly, she feared Dawn might shrink from the
all-consuming lust Laura felt for her and her delicious,
writhing black body.  But she remembered how they had fucked
last time, and also remembered Dawn's description of being
raped by the two men in the warehouse.  Though troubled and
a little confused by it, she actually liked to be treated a
little roughly, and Laura could barely hold herself back.
     
     She  bunched Dawn's luscious breasts up in both hands
and mouth-mauled her thick, wet black nipples hungrily,
stabbing the protruding centers, which sprang up a good half-
inch from the surrounding bulb, with her tongue.
     
     "Ahh!  Oh . . . Laura!" Dawn panted, watching Laura
assault her beautiful breasts more passionately, even more
savagely, than she had done the first time.  "Oh yes!
Unhhh!"
     
     "I love them," Laura panted.
     
     "Unhh!  Suck harder!" Dawn gasped, her face contorted
by sharp pleasure.
     
     "Mmmm!  Like this?"
     
     "Annghiiee!  Oh yes!  Oh god!  Yes . . . the other one
too!  Ungghiiiee!"
     
     Laura pinched and sucked Dawn's wet, hard nipples until
the girl was squirming frantically, mewling and churning
under her.  She could hardly bear the beauty of Dawn's
twisting, squirming naked body, so sleek and glossy and dark
under her hands and mouth, so responsive.  She kissed her
way down the rippling muscles of Dawn's stomach.
     
     "You have such a beautiful hard stomach," Laura purred,
caressing it, kissing it everywhere.
     
     "I . . . used to work out," Dawn panted.  "Oh Laura,
I'm so . . ."
     
     "You want it?"
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     "Oh honey, I love your body," Laura murmured, sliding
lower, feeling Dawn's thighs give way and open to receive
her.
     
     Again she kissed her way across the smooth, flat
expanse of skin that would ordinarily be covered with silky
black crotch hair, again smelling the bewitching, thick
odors of Dawn's excited pussy wafting up into her nostrils.
Finally, she reached the swollen, festering, gaping slit of
Dawn's beautiful black pussy, the thick outer lips puffy and
thick, the inner sleeve a black-lipped mouth of bright dark-
pink glistening wet flesh.
     
     Laura was overwhelmed by love for it.  As she had the
first time, she ran the tip of her tongue up and down in the
crease between the thick outer lips and the slick, wet inner
petals.  Dawn whimpered helplessly, her body clenching in
response.
     
     Laura wanted to go slowly, but it seemed neither of
them were able to hold back.  Dawn's fingers bit into the
sleek, dark flesh of her own thighs, then traveled
frenetically up her squirming body to her breasts, grabbing
them, twisting her nipples hard, while Laura patiently let
her tongue explore the tangy-tasting creases and subtle wet
folds of her delectable cunt.
     
     "Ohhhh!  Oh god . . . oh Laura, please!" she moaned,
undulating her hips now in a slow, swirling motion that
brought her streaming pussy up into Laura's busy mouth with
more force.
     
     Laura now let her tongue slide directly into the center
of Dawn's oozing furrow, stabbing it in deep, then
withdrawing it slowly so that the flat of her tongue slid
across the swollen nub of Dawn's clitoris.  This drove Dawn
into helpless shudders of pleasure.
     
     "Ahhnnnnn!  Oh yes!  Oh yes!  Oh Laura . . . fuck my
ass too!" she gasped, half-delirious with fuck-need now.
"It makes me come so hard!  With your finger . . . please!"
     
     "Honey, I don't have anything to lubricate it with,"
Laura murmured to her, knowing that Dawn would come in
seconds anyway, whether or not she had Laura's finger in her
ass.
     
     "There's oil in the kitchen!" Dawn gasped, her eyes
reddened from and hot influx of desperate sex-need.
     
     "Never mind . . . I've got some in my purse," Laura
panted.
     
     She had left it in the living room.  Quickly, she was
on her feet, dashing for it, then returning to the bedroom
before the fires could die down.  In almost frantic haste,
she popped the small bottle of baby oil out of her handbag
and unscrewed the top.  She slathered one forefinger with
oil and slipped back between Dawn's beautiful, sleek, deeply
black, yawning thighs, again bringing her mouth down to the
flaming wet cleft of Dawn's open cunt, reeling happily from
the renewed smell of Dawn's delicious hot pussy odors.
     
     Only about an inch below the bottom of Dawn's pussy was
the tight, dark little hole she also wanted invaded, nestled
between the bulging hard moons of Dawn's ass.  Laura's
forefinger was shiny with oil, and she pressed the tip of it
immediately against the round little aperture, getting a
response immediately from Dawn, whose moans rose in pitch,
her breath coming even faster.
     
     "Oh!  Ungghh!"
     
     Laura's slippery, oiled finger slid up into her tight
little asshole, and Dawn froze momentarily, gripped by the
fresh, intense sensations.  Laura didn't move her finger
either, wanting them both to enjoy every exquisite feeling.
Slowly, Dawn's body came back into motion, undulating
gently, her pelvis quivering as she bucked up into Laura's
hand.
     
     Her shiny black eyes, stricken by fierce pleasure,
caught Laura's.  "Oh . . . yes!  Ungghh!"
     
     Laura's eyes raced up and down this wonderful girl's
incredible body, taking in every inch of it's silky black
beauty, before she lowered her mouth again to Dawn's aching,
flowing pussy, knowing now that a shattering climax was only
seconds away.  Oh honey, I want it to be the best for you,
she thought, slithering her tongue again deep into Dawn's
runny trench, and twisting the finger that was embedded now
in Dawn's ass.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes, Laura . . . oh yes!" Dawn panted,
now undulating more frantically, her marvelous hard abs
rippling as she rotated her hips and lifted her cunt up into
Laura's mouth.  "Annggh!  Oh . . . shit!  Yes!  Do it
harder!  Yes!  Unghhh!"
     
     She ran her frenzied hands up her body to her breasts
again, squeezing the firm, rolling globes, twisting and
pinching her large black nipples, pulling them up from the
surface of her breasts, moaning and twisting deliriously
now.  Laura barely had to move her finger since Dawn's
swirling hips made it slide easily in and out of her
asshole.  But Laura twisted it now and then to give an added
sensation, spending most of her attention on Dawn's
beautiful, streaming, dark-pink pussy, slurping and gobbling
the wet slit hungrily, passionately, licking Dawn's clit so
aggressively that Dawn was halfway into her orgasm before
Laura realized it.
     
     "Aaauuuunngghhhh!" Dawn cried out, a deafening groan of
crushing ecstasy, her whole luscious body clenching in one
horrific spasm as the full force of a powerful orgasm
wrenched her.  "Unmghhh!  Auunngghhhh!   Anngghiiieeee!"
     
     Her cries and sharp moans filled the small room, and
for once Laura had no fear that anyone would overhear them,
though she knew in the back of her mind that Dawn had
neighbors too.  But Dawn's orgasm was so intense and
lengthy, and her screams of rapture so pure and exultant and
undeniably, piercingly authentic that Laura had a feeling no
one could be anything but moved-and maybe aroused-by
overhearing them.
     
     She could feel the muscles inside Dawn's anus clenching
spasmodically around her finger as Dawn's body erupted in
several aftershocks, quivering and straining.  Dawn mewled
softly, still reeling, shuddering as fresh waves of pleasure
gripped her.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, arching her back again,
gyrating her hips one last time into Laura's face.
"Ohhhnnnn god!  Ohhhh . . . Laura!"
     
     Laura's lips were smeared with Dawn's warm juices, and
she smiled and licked them happily, kissing Dawn's
incredibly beautiful pussy tenderly and sliding her greased
finger out of Dawn's ass slowly.  She wiped her finger on
the edge of the sheet and scooted up beside Dawn, who was
now grinning at her in a dazed, half-stupified way, still
half-groggy from the fierce spasms that had gripped her.
     
     Dawn shook her head in disbelief.  "I never come that
hard," she said quietly.  "Until I met you, that is."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I'm so glad to be important in your
life."
     
     She knew Dawn was lying, though, since Dawn herself had
told her how hard and often she had come when the two guys
had raped her in the warehouse.  But it was a lie lovers
told each other, which could easily be forgiven by a
champion liar like Laura herself.  And also, there was a
deeper region of truth underlying it, an acknowledgement
that this experience between them was deeper and more
moving, sexually and emotionally, than anything Dawn had
felt before.
     
     Dawn beamed broadly and kissed Laura's mouth
vigorously, heatedly.  "I'm going to give you whatever you
want in return," she breathed sexily, kissing Laura's neck
now, touching Laura's naked breasts with her long black
fingers, kneading Laura's soft, gently aching nipples.
"Anything.  What is it?  What do you want?"
     
     Laura felt herself blushing slightly.  She didn't know
exactly why, since she could barely believe the perversions
she had engaged in at one time or another, and this was tame
by those standards.  Maybe it was the thrill of the idea
itself that grabbed her.
     
     "You won't believe this," she said softly.
     
     "Try me?"
     
     "I want you to lie on your back and let me rub my pussy
over your fantastic abs until I come," Laura confessed,
feeling the hot bloom of blood rise again in her face.
     
     She couldn't believe how excited she was about the
idea.  A slow grin spread across Dawn's face, her eyes now
revived and sparkling with fresh sexual excitement too.
     
     "Wow . . . that sounds pretty hot to me," she said in
hushed tones, eyes wide.
     
     She rolled from her side onto her back, her marvelous
firm breasts jiggling and rolling as she moved, her stomach
muscles, which fascinated Laura so much, rippling and
stretching in a way that made Laura almost quiver.  I never
felt this way about Brandi's abs, did I? she wondered.  But
then, Brandi and Dawn were not in the same class, Brandi's
body being grotesquely overbuilt, though her bulging muscles
were somehow laced with erotic magnetism for Laura.  Whereas
Dawn was just a young girl with a beautiful body who had,
she said, worked out for a while, giving her stomach muscles
a sharp definition that others lacked.
     
     Anyway, you were too busy begging Brandi to crush your
throbbing little pussy into a heaven of excruciating orgasms
with that massive black thigh of hers to be concentrating on
her abs, Laura told herself.  But now she couldn't take her
eyes off Dawn's.
     
     Dawn noticed.  "I never thought you liked my tummy so
much," she winked salaciously up at Laura.
     
     "God, I love every inch of your scrumptious body,"
Laura moaned softly, leaning forward and beginning to kiss
the entire smooth expanse of Dawn's lovely, gently rippling
stomach, feeling her pussy tingle as she brushed her lips
over the hard ridged muscles beneath the fantastic black
velvet of Dawn's warm, phenomenally smooth skin.
     
     She could not keep her hands from rising above her head
to caress Dawn's breasts, scissoring the girl's thick
nipples between her fingers, pinching them, squeezing the
firm balls, then kissing her way up between them again.
Dawn looked down at her, eyes swimming in molten waves of
sex.
     
     "If you keep that up, you ain't going to get to the
rest, Laura," she panted.  "Because I'm gonna pounce."
     
     She snarled playfully.
     
     "I want all of you," Laura purred, sucking one of her
nipples thirstily.
     
     Dawn grabbed Laura's head, pulling it up, forcing
Laura's mouth to release her nipple.  She glared into
Laura's eyes.
     
     "Put that wet pussy on my tummy, woman, and get to
rubbing, okay?" she grinned.  "I'm dying to feel it."
     
     Laura was still half-crouched between Dawn's splayed
thighs, and it was no trouble to lift her knees over them
and straddle Dawn at the waist.  She reached down to her
crotch with both hands, watching Dawn's eyes on her fingers
as she pulled open the hot, itchy seam of her cunt, which
was aching and flowing and pulsing for action.  Dawn seemed
mesmerized by the sight of it and extended her tongue an
inch through her teeth, as if she would give anything to
lick Laura's festering, oozing pussy.
     
     Looking down at the silky ridges of Dawn's beautiful
abdominal muscles, Laura lowered her body slowly, still
holding open her pussy with her fingertips, until both of
them felt the hot, wet flesh of her cunt lips and the inside
of her inflamed furrow press against Dawn's stomach.
     
     "Oh, Laura, that feels pretty good," Dawn panted
softly.
     
     She ran her hands up Laura's body to Laura's breasts,
cupping them, squeezing them, twisting Laura's nipples
gently.  Laura herself felt her whole body quiver in a hot
flush of pleasure as the smooth ridges of Dawn's stomach
muscles pressed into the sensitive, slippery, wet flesh of
her cunt.  She felt her eyes roll up, and a tight pinch of
anticipation deep inside her chest.  Dawn's clever fingers
on her nipples made her gasp, and looking down into the
girl's throbbing eyes was nearly enough to make her come
without even moving.
     
     "Oh god . . . it's so good!" she gasped.
     
     Now Dawn's hands descended again to Laura's thighs, and
her hips, and she began to encourage Laura to move them by
gentle pressure.  Slowly, Laura began to move forward, then
backward, sliding her very wet pussy over the smooth ridges
of muscle, feeling the quivering inside her body grow and
swell into a hot, pulsing vibration as each exquisitely
pleasurable sensation in her cunt brought her an inch closer
to an unbelievably sweet explosion.  Delirious with
happiness and fierce sexual arousal, she smiled down at
Dawn, still moving back and forth slowly, gasping now and
then as the hot pleasure in her pussy became too intense.
     
     Finally, she reached down with her own hands for Dawn's
breasts, squeezing them, digging her fingers into the firm
globes, caressing Dawn's cheek with one shaking hand as she
quickly grew more and more aroused, more out of control.
     
     "Oh god . . . honey, it's so good!" she gasped to Dawn.
"I love the feel of your body.  You are so beautiful!  Your
stomach is so hard!  Ungghhhh!"
     
     Dawn smiled up at her, eyes swirling, very aroused
herself now too.  "Are you gonna come?  Is it making you
come?"
     
     "Oh god, yes.  Just a few more . . . seconds, I think.
Oh!  Ungghh!  Oh yes!  God, I can't help it, I have to do it
harder!"
     
     "Yes.  Don't worry about it, Laura.  Do it as hard as
you want."
     
     It had begun as a gentle, slow back-and-forth, but it
had quickly become a wild, surging, grinding, groaning
struggle.  The small bed they were on was now shaking and
creaking, the metallic shriek of the springs ringing in
their ears.  Dawn was not a passive partner, merely lying
there to let Laura use her hard stomach as a masturbation
aid.  Instead, she was clenching her stomach muscles,
writhing her body up off the bed, clutching Laura's hips,
pulling Laura's body down into her, whimpering softly and
fucking Laura with her body as much as Laura was moving her
aching pussy with increasing desperation against her.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh Jesus!  Oh shit god . . . oh fuck!"
Laura panted hysterically, for some reason more fiercely
aroused than she remembered being for a long time.
     
     "Yes, honey . . . yes baby," Dawn chanted to her,
gazing up at Laura, fascinated both by the novelty of what
they were doing and by the sexual trance Laura was in.
     
     There was a worn, mottled metal railing at the top of
the small bed, and Laura leaned forward, grabbing it for
leverage, now mashing her tingling, pulsing cunt down into
the hard, rippling muscles of Dawn's smooth abdomen.
Somehow this act had made her wetter than ever, and she was
oozing a fine, warm, buttery flow of pussy juices onto
Dawn's stomach as she slid back and forth across it, so that
by now Dawn was slathered and soaked in it, and the wetness
was also smeared all over Laura's own inner thighs.
     
     She threw her head back and jammed her groin down into
Dawn's body, and Dawn reciprocated by now sliding her hands
back to Laura ass, clutching her buns and holding them tight
while she undulated her whole body to push her stomach up
harder into Laura's streaming pussy.
     
     Both of them knew it couldn't last much longer.
     
     "Unnghhhh . . . ohnnggg god yes!" Laura groaned half-
incoherently, tossing her head, clenching her teeth,
grinding and swirling her flaming, pulsing pussy into Dawn's
slick, smoothly ridged stomach, feeling like any second she
would suddenly dissolve into a whirlwind of exploding-star
coming.
     
     "Now, baby?" Dawn panted, inquiring, anticipating it.
"Now?  You gonna come now?"
     
     "Oh yes!  Auungghhhhnnnmmggniieeee!" Laura wailed,
barely able to keep clutching the rail as a rupturing orgasm
suddenly felt like it would rip her flexing, straining body
to pieces.  "Unngghhmnnnggiieeee!" she cried out, finally
releasing the rail, planting her hands palms down on each
side of Dawn's head and continuing to pump her crotch back
and down into Dawn's hard stomach, groaning and shuddering
as spasm after spasm of almost unbearable pleasure wrenched
her.
     
     Dawn took the opportunity of Laura's small breasts
swishing and dangling above her face to grab them in her
hands and quickly guide one of Laura's nipples into her
mouth.  She sucked it hard, even gnawing it gently but
frenetically with her teeth, and that was all it took to
send Laura into a fresh seizure.  She felt a hot electrical
current shoot almost directly from her nipple in Dawn's
mouth to her throbbing pussy, and then her body was shaken
again by a sharp jolt.
     
     "Anngghhhh!" she gagged, slumping forward, half-falling
onto Dawn, mashing her breast into Dawn's face.
     
     She was still shuddering through a second climax as
Dawn now took control herself, rolling Laura over onto her
side, quickly transferring her mouth to Laura's other breast
and rubbing Laura's pussy with her fingers until the full
force of her orgasm began to wane.  Laura whimpered, her
body twitching with aftershocks, her breasts and pussy
flooded with warmth.  She smiled, half-stunned, at Dawn.
     
     "God . . . we really do it to one another, don't we,"
she breathed hoarsely.
     
     Dawn smiled warmly.  "I love doing it to you," she
purred.  "Look at the way we look together."  She trailed
her graceful, tar-black fingers across the creamy skin of
Laura's shoulder.  "Look at my skin against your skin.  It
just turns me on.  I hope you don't mind.  It even gets me
horny, looking at it.  It's so sexy.  I just love doing it
with you, Laura."
     
     "I love you, Dawn."
     
     Dawn gave her a sexy smirk.  "You hungry?  I think we
better eat that beans and rice.  We're gonna need fuel,
girl.  The way I feel, I don't think a half hour in bed is
gonna hold me."
     
     Laura felt a happy flush spread throughout her whole
body.  She looked down at Dawn's marvelous hard stomach, all
shiny and wet with the juices from her own pussy, a
shockingly copious discharge, almost as much as she had
occasionally seen Deshona ejaculate.
     
     "Look what I did to you," she giggled, half-ashamed.
"You're all wet."
     
     Dawn looked down.  She ran a finger across the goo.  It
came up wet and shiny too.  Laura took the edge of the
sheet, where she had wiped the baby oil from her own finger,
and dried the wetness from Dawn's stomach.  Then she gently
pushed Dawn onto her back and began worshipfully kissing the
firm expanse of muscle and incredibly smooth black skin.
     
     "Oh no . . . oh no," Dawn laughed softly, pulling her
up.  "You're going to have us doing it again if you do
that."
     
     Laura kissed her, flirting with dark, promising sex in
her eyes.  "What if I want to do it again?"
     
     "Tell me how it felt.  I never did anything like you
and I do before.  It's all new to me."
     
     "I never did that before either," Laura confessed.  "I
never even thought of it, actually.  I just love your body.
I couldn't help myself.  Your skin turns me on too," she
confessed.  "I felt guilty about saying it, but since you
said it, I guess it's okay."
     
     Dawn beamed.  "It's okay, believe me.  Some white
people think I'm just a jigaboo.  Jungle bunny, isn't that
what they call it?  Maybe I ought to put a bone in my nose
to make `em more comfortable.  But you're different."
     
     Laura embraced her, hugging her hard, mashing their
breasts together, kissing her passionately, thrusting her
tongue deep into Dawn's open mouth.  She ran her hands down
Dawn's silky naked back to her ass and squeezed her buns
hard.
     
     "Why . . . because I want to fuck you?  And fuck you
and fuck you?" she purred, nuzzling Dawn's delicious black
neck.
     
     "Ummm, that and other things.  Tell me, how is fucking
me different from fucking with Shayla and Tamara?  After
all, I know you did it with them.  Were they better than
me?"  She pouted, impishly.  "Or worse?"
     
     This was a question that Laura had hoped against hope
would never come up.  She did, however, manage to control
her guilty blushing this time.  Should I lie?  With Shayla,
it was sweet, and brief..  And athletic.  They had slept
together only one evening.  For a thin, wiry girl, Shayla
had enormous strength, the strength and stamina of a dancer.
A delightful, strenuous evening, Laura thought, but no
lingering pangs, no deep longing for her.
     
     Laura's affair with Tamara had been complicated and
fascinating due to a lot of factors: Tamara's initial
reluctance and continuing ambivalence, her unmistakable
vacuity coupled with her stunning physical beauty, finally
the way she had fallen hard for Laura whereas Laura's
interest remained almost exclusively sexual.  And, while
Shayla and Dawn had neither one provided much resistance,
not being shocked by the idea of fucking with Laura-though
it was new to Dawn and almost new to Shayla-Tamara had been
a formidable challenge.  Her stubborn reluctance, coupled
with her breathtaking physical charms, had presented an
irresistible temptation.
     
     "Can you take the truth?" Laura whispered.  "I don't
want to lie to you."
     
     The fetching crescents in the skin at the sides of
Dawn's mouth left her face.  She grew serious, eyes
searching Laura's.  "Is it gonna hurt?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I don't think so."
     
     "I can take it.  Fire away."
     
     "Nobody is better than you.  Nobody is more beautiful
either."
     
     "Except Tamara.  She's more beautiful than anybody.
She could be a movie star.  She's light-skinned, too."
     
     Laura caressed her phenomenally smooth black cheek.
"Nobody is more beautiful than you," she repeated in a soft,
sultry whisper.   "I love your black skin.  It makes my
pussy tingle when I kiss your skin."
     
     Dawn glowed and giggled self-consciously.  "Really?  I
feel that way when I kiss yours, too.  I thought it was only
me."
     
     "Let's make each other's pussy tingle," Laura
whispered, a smoky, sultry whisper.
     
     "I thought we were going to eat."
     
     "I'm going to eat you."
     
     "Ummm, I'm going to eat you back," Dawn giggled softly.
"My pussy's already tingling."
     
     Laura let her hand slide down between Dawn's warm,
smooth, shapely thighs.  Her fingers explored the wet, warm
blossom between them, gently, skillfully caressing it.
     
     "Wet, too," she smiled.  "Wet again.  We're both wet
again.  So hungry for each other."
     
     "I know," Dawn smiled.  "I can't believe it.  I never
do it this much with a guy.  Most of them can't get it up
again this fast."
     
     Dawn really was very wet, wetter than Laura had
expected, which meant she was indeed very aroused again.
Maybe rubbing my pussy against her abs like that aroused her
almost as much as it did me, Laura thought.  God, it was so
hot!  I never imagined it would be like that.
     
     She quivered a little, remembering it, and Dawn felt
her body shake.
     
      "You cold?"
     
     "No, I'm hot.  God, I'm so hot.  I want you . . . I
want every inch of you."  Laura kissed her cheeks, her
forehead, her ears, her long black neck.  "I can't get
enough of you."
     
     "I'm so glad," Dawn smiled, closing her eyes,
luxuriating in the feeling of being worshipped.  "I never
really had anybody be so crazy about me.  Really.  Guys just
want to poke you."
     
     "Mmmm, I want to do that too," Laura said, now kissing
her shoulders, her throat, her smooth black upper chest.
     
     "You know," Dawn murmured, her breath growing shorter
now, "you won't believe how many times I thought about what
we did last time.  I would sit here trying to study, after
Robert went to work, and I'd think of . . . oh god, you
know, how you did me hard from behind . . . and when you
pulled my hair . . . and-"
     
     "You came."
     
     "Oh shit, I really came . . . I really came hard when
you did that.  Harder even than I did a few minutes ago."
     
     Laura's fingers were still toying cleverly with Dawn's
warm, buttery pussy, and her lips had nearly reached Dawn's
full, hard breasts by now.
     
     "And one night, when I was sitting there at the kitchen
table, thinking about it . . . I came too.  Not very hard,
of course, but I just came.  I started feeling all squirmy
and hot in my pussy . . . and I put my hand down there.  I
wasn't even naked or anything.  I still had my pants on, but
I rubbed myself a little through the pants.  It didn't take
much.  All of a sudden, I was moaning, and rocking the chair
back and forth . . . and I tried to remember how it felt
when you yanked my hair, and I just came.  I was sitting
there with my face pressed down against my textbook, and
squeaking and squeaking, tears coming out of the corners of
my eyes.  You should've seen it."
     
     "I wish I had seen it."
     
     "Oh!"
     
     Suddenly, Dawn's luscious body seized up, clenching as
Laura's fingers touched a secret nerve while probing the
greasy folds of her excited pussy.
     
     "Ooohhh, you like that," Laura teased.
     
     "God, yes!  Oh!  Laura," Dawn's eyes implored her.  "Do
it hard again.  Please!  You know . . . the whole thing."
     "Depends on what you mean by `the whole thing,'
darling," Laura purred softly, breathing into her ear.  "I
don't have that little miracle rubber thingee with me
tonight."
     
     Now Dawn was getting very worked up, panting, twisting,
her lovely large breasts swirling in hard, tight circles.
"I don't care how you do it," she gasped.  "Just please do
it."
     
     Laura could hardly refuse.  The girl's naked body, her
firm, swirling breasts, her large, gleaming black nipples,
her smoothly rippling abs against which Laura had rubbed her
own throbbing pussy into sharp spasms of bliss only minutes
ago, her sleek, flexing thighs, her gyrating hips, her
imploring, glowing black eyes, above all her deeply black
velvet skin, it all combined to raise the level of Laura's
lust to a fierce pitch.  She had two fingers in Dawn's warm,
wet cunt, probing and massaging it lovingly, but Dawn's hips
were now churning frantically, urging her to accelerate the
tempo.  Dawn was panting, her face contorted by fresh sexual
need.
     
     "Yes . . . honey, oh yes," Laura murmured, effortlessly
slipping a third finger into the oily, receptive slit, then
a fourth.  "Yes . . . I will."
     
     Now the only thing she needed to add was her thumb, and
with it she formed a wedge with her hand, pushing it deeper
and deeper into Dawn's yielding, opening pussy, until she
felt her knuckles grazing Dawn's stretched cunt lips.  Up
until now, Dawn did not realize what was happening, but now
her eyes opened, and her face froze in a curious mixture of
fear and electrifying sexual pleasure.
     
     Her own eyes locked with Dawn's, Laura pushed her hand
relentlessly forward, feeling the overwhelming, emotionally
and sexually moving intimacy that strangely accompanied the
experience of fisting, until her whole hand slid inside
Dawn's pussy.
     
     "Umggphh!" Dawn grunted softly, her eyes watering, but
never leaving Laura's.
     
     Now she glanced down as Laura pushed her hand in
deeper.
     
     "Oh god!  Unmmggpphh!" she gasped.
     
     Laura's hand was sunk in Dawn's body up to the wrist.
Dawn's wet, warm cunt was extremely tight and pressed
against Laura's fingers on all sides.  Unable to clump them
into a fist, she rotated her hand slowly, watching Dawn's
eyes roll up into her head.
     
     "Oh honey!" Laura panted, only realizing she had spoken
after she heard the words escape her lips.
     
     "Yes . . . Laura, oh yes!" Dawn panted, biting her
lower lip as she gazed down at Laura's arm protruding from
her pussy.  "Oh god!  Oh GOD!  Unghhh!"
     
     Laura's face was still only inches from Dawn's naked
breasts, and she couldn't keep her mouth off Dawn's swollen
black nipples.  She tongued them and sucked them, even
nipping the wrinkled, excited areolas until Dawn was
whooping softly, and writhing uncontrollably, her frantic
motions driving Laura's hand up and down inside her wet
pussy.
     
     "Oh yes, Laura . . . oh yes!  Do it . . . do it hard!
Unghhh!"
     
     Dawn's lovely body strained, and she jammed her pubic
bone down forcefully on Laura's wrist, fiercely aroused.
Her eyes rolled up in her head again, but then, when her
gaze came back, she locked her eyes with Laura in a hot,
pulsing connection, groaning softly as Laura began to fuck
her slowly.  Laura continued looking up into her eyes while
still hungrily sucking her large, tempting nipples.
     
     For a few moments the bed stopped creaking and shaking,
and they settled into a slow, sensual, graceful rhythm of
fucking, eyes locked, bodies moving together and apart in a
smoldering tenderness that soon grew into a more forceful
rocking and pumping.  Laura now took one of Dawn's hard,
round breasts in her free hand, digging her fingers into
resilient ball, watching Dawn's wet nipple swell under her
tongue.   At the same time, she realized that Dawn's cunt
walls were expanding enough to let her clump her fingers
together, so that she really could make a fist now, and she
began to twist it inside of Dawn's pussy, making Dawn moan
and nearly faint from the overpowering sexual sensations.
     
     "Annnngghhhh!  Ohnnggg!  Oh shit . . . Laura," she
moaned, her eyes filling with sexual dementia.  "Oh god . .
. suck it harder, yes!  Bite it . . . yes, please!  Yes . .
. like that!  Auungghh!"
     
     "Oh baby . . . you're so beautiful!" Laura gasped,
devouring her wet, stiff nipples, squeezing her breasts, now
plunging her hand up and down in Dawn's tight pussy more
roughly.
     
     "Ungh!  Ungh!  Ungh!" Dawn grunted each time Laura's
fist went deep into her clasping pussy.  "Ohhnngggg god!
Yes!  Fuck me, Laura!"
     
     Writhing and straining, gyrating her hips and pushing
her cunt up into Laura's thrusts, she arched her back, her
breasts quivering, her whole body tense with sweet and
nearly unbearable sexual tension.  One of  her hands flew up
to her hair and frantically untied the knot in the red cloth
that held the upswept mass behind her head.  Her thick,
wiry, but soft hair spilled out in a billow around her ears.
     
     "Grab it," she whimpered desperately, her red-streaked
eyes fixing Laura's.  "Yank it, Laura.  Oh god . . . quick!
Pull it hard!"
     
     Laura was in a semi-hypnotic trance brought on by the
mysterious emotional and sexual stirrings she felt from
having half her arm embedded in Dawn's sweet warm pussy, but
she could not help responding to the girl's hot urgency.
She knew Dawn was going to come, any second now, and knew
Dawn wanted her to pull her hair quickly so that the
inevitable orgasm would have the fierce, shocking power they
both knew it could have.  But there was still something that
held Laura back.  Fisting the wonderful girl into an orgasm
was one thing, wildly perverse, also shockingly intimate and
moving, but violently pulling her hair at the same time
somehow made Laura quail.
     
     But Dawn, writhing and pumping under her, nearly
delirious with uncontrollable lust, was not to be denied.
Her glazed eyes almost seized Laura's physically, imploring
her, even ordering her to do it.
     
     "Now!  Unghhh!  Oh please Laura!  Now!  Unghhh!"
     
     "Oh honey-" Laura murmured, hesitantly.
     
     "Yes!  Do it!  Ungghh!  Oh!"
     
     "Oh Dawn, I love you!" Laura gasped, jamming her hand
up into the girl's tight pussy, feeling an inner quiver and
quaking inside Dawn's body that she knew meant the end was
near.
     
     "Yes!  Oh . . . I'm going to come!  Do it!  Now!"
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!" Laura moaned, swept up in the
seething, roiling heat and power of this intense sexual
moment, unable to resist Dawn's desperate appeals.
     
     Fortunately, she had long arms, and it was not
difficult, even with one arm shoved beyond the wrist up into
Dawn's tight furrow, to reach up with her other hand and
fill it with the soft, dense wool of Dawn's loose hair.  She
wanted to slowly relish each exquisite physical sensation of
what they were doing, what they were about to do, but Dawn's
need was too sharp, too demanding.  Realizing that Laura was
giving in to her wishes, she now seemed to yield her body to
the full force of her gathering climax.
     
     "Unngghhauunnggiinnghuunnghmmmm!" she began hum and
groan incoherently, her lovely body now glistening with a
thin film of sweat from the thrashing and churning she had
been doing, her gleaming skin and firm, sleek flesh even
more erotic to Laura now than it had been before.
     
     "Oh Dawn!"
     
     "Yes!  YES!  UNGHHHH!  PULL IT!  HARD!"
     
     As if she had done this a million times, though Laura
had never even imagined such a thing until this second, she
used both of her arms and hands simultaneously, driving her
fist up into Dawn's throbbing pussy, and viciously yanking
her head back by her hair at the same time.  She did it
twice, sharply, even more violently the second time,
watching Dawn's bouncing naked breasts as her body strained
in the grip of Laura's attack.  The third time Laura was
unable to stop herself from fastening her lips again on one
large, gleaming black nipple, and she sank her teeth lightly
into it, but enough for Dawn to feel it, before plunging her
fist into the girl once again and this time giving her hair
a short but brutal jerk backward.
     
     Dawn's arching, quivering, luscious, sweaty body gave a
deep shudder.  Laura could hear a tortured, clotted keening
begin to flow from deep in Dawn's throat as she was quickly
overwhelmed by intense spasms of coming.  The thought
`tortured by pleasure' had never occurred to Laura until
this moment, but the expression on Dawn's enchanting face
was an amalgam of excruciating pain knitted together with
sublime, almost life-altering pleasure.  And her wonderful,
shuddering body seemed locked in a paroxysm of rapture so
deep that Laura briefly feared for her survival.
     
     The orgasm was so crushing that only remote, squeaky
mewlings came from deep in Dawn's constricted throat as she
arched her body stiffly in the air, shuddering sharply from
each killing spasm.  Knowing how the hair-pulling only made
the pleasure more piercingly acute for Dawn, Laura overcame
her reluctance to keep going and continued yanking it,
letting Dawn slump and relax from one spasm before yanking
her hair back again, hard, bringing on another, watching
Dawn's body rise up off the bed as if penetrated by a hot
electrical current as a fresh spasm of coming gripped her.
     
     She must have suffered through five killing spasms like
this before she collapsed, gasping and whimpering, unable to
come any more, quivering as the last wavelets of this
shattering climax flowed through her.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnnnnn!" she moaned, tossing her head.
"Ahhnnnnnnnnggggg!  Oh shit!  Oh god . . . ohhnnnnnn!  Oh
Laura!"
     
     Dawn's body undulated more and more slowly as the full
force of her orgasm began to dissipate.  She looked up at
Laura, her eyes glazed and bloodshot.  But her gaze was full
of love, and deep awe for this unbelievable experience.
     
     Laura felt incapable of speaking herself, so
overwhelmed was she by the intensity of Dawn's climax too,
and she let Dawn down gently without saying anything,
smiling warmly at her, slowly, tenderly extricating her hand
from the girl's still-clenching pussy.
     
     "Unggghhh!" Dawn groaned, quivering again sharply as
Laura's hand finally slid free.  "Oh shit . . . that was . .
. oh Laura."
     
     "Shhhh . . . don't say anything," Laura murmured to
her, carefully drying her hand on the sheet before enfolding
Dawn in her arms and cooing in her ear.  "Just let me hold
you . . . let me love you."
     
     She rocked Dawn gently in her embrace, enjoying the
feel of her naked breasts pushing against Dawn's, wondering
if she would ever get over the pleasure she felt doing it.
Dawn seemed grateful for the chance to recover.  She panted
into Laura's shoulder, her breath finally growing less
labored, more even.  She kissed Laura's cheek.
     
     "I told you you were ruining my life," she breathed
into Laura's ear.  "People aren't supposed to come that
hard.  It's against nature."
     
     An exuberant giggle escaped from deep in her chest.
Laura squeezed her, fiercely hugging her whole body.  She
kissed Dawn's mouth aggressively, not with sexual emphasis,
but just enthusiastically, with joy, real joy.
     
     "Next time I'm going to make you come even harder than
that," she teased.  "Then you'll be mine forever."
     
     Dawn smiled, a simple, natural, completely honest and
authentic smile.  "I think I already am."
     
     They lay together not speaking for another ten minutes
or so.  They kissed, they dozed.  Finally, Dawn stirred.
She lifted one hand and put it squarely on one of Laura's
naked breasts.
     
     "I think I owe you a little something in return," she
whispered, eyes murky and full of sensual promise.  "But I'm
so hungry I'm about to perish.  I think when you made me
come like that, it burned up a lot of calories."
     
     Laura winked at her.  "This hot girl fucking is hard
work," she deadpanned.  "Let's eat some of that wonderful
dinner you cooked.  Then we can discuss how you're going to
reward me."
     
     Dawn became very flirtatious as they sat up to find
their clothes.  She pulled on her shirt, watching Laura's
eyes on her gorgeous breasts, enjoying the hunger she saw.
     
     "I don't think there's anything to discuss," she winked
back.  "You're going to get the works."
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
html
formats, on the ASS text archive site at
http://www.asstr.org/~laura.
Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at
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The chapters are now also available in html format at
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