       Laura - Chapter 353
       
       
       
       
       Even though she knew both of them felt a kind of urgency about it, the result of a long separation and a consequently fierce and reborn attraction, she and Brenda did not manage to get together for another three weeks.  The delay was almost entirely Laura’s fault.  Makeeda returned for a week.  Her presence always put Laura’s other amours in the shade, and this time was no different.  They wanted to do a hot weekend getaway in Napa, their favorite hideaway, but Laura’s new job responsibilities intervened and they had to settle for a few exhausting weeknight sexual marathons that left them both stunned and limp with spent passion.
       
       No sooner had Makeeda left again for a couple of club dates and a corporate party in Florida than Frankie called Laura, weeping and moaning about work and sexual harassment and how much she missed her, and Laura, who could not resist Frankie, had spent several more nights consoling her while fucking her senseless.  
       
       On top of this, her new work environment—now she was The Boss, at least to several underlings who reported to her—required a whole new set of attitudes and perspectives, which put considerable strain on her peace of mind.  She was not comfortable setting tasks for others and took some practice before she began to get the knack of it.  She also couldn’t help recalling how she and others in the past had made digs at Rhonda, then the boss, behind her back, roasting her for being haughty and overweening and meretricious and a scheming tart and scary dyke.  Gosh, are they talking about me like that? she wondered.  Or, if they’re not now, will they be soon?  She thought of herself as the sweetest, most accommodating person she knew and could scarcely bear the idea that others might scorn her merely for her new position, or criticize her for faults she was totally unaware of and didn’t suspect.  
       
       And worse, make sexual innuendoes.  She didn’t flaunt or advertise her sexual proclivities, but it was no secret that she was married to Makeeda.  Nowadays she no longer preyed on fellow workers, like Yvette, or Sholandra, or Tamara, or even her former boss Ada.  She had finally grown some common sense.  Still, she didn’t want to suffer ostracism or secret insult because of her sexual agenda, and she wondered if there were whisperings.  
       
       Brenda, whom Laura could have easily forgiven for becoming churlish or even hurt over this delay in their planned reunion, turned out to be a rock.  “Look, Laura, if I’ve waited this long I can wait a few more days,” she said over the phone.  “I know shit happens.  Matter of fact, I do have a little problem of my own that could use a day or two of solving.”
       
       “Serious?”
       
       “No more than yours, probably.  I’ll tell you about her when we get together.”
       
       Her? Laura smiled, bemused.  In this case she was the farthest thing from jealous.  She might bristle a little at Gail’s clever and manipulative narratives about what an ingenious lover her goth Moira was, but the love life of an old friend like Brenda could only prick her curiosity, and surprisingly enough fan her own lust.  She couldn’t wait to find out more.
       
       When they finally did get together, it was on a Saturday night in Brenda’s small Ingleside bungalow.  Laura drove over from Berkeley after spending twenty minutes on the phone with Makeeda, who was in Florida, during the intermission between sets at the club where she was performing.  It was ten p.m. in Tampa, and only seven p.m. in Berkeley.  The fact that Laura was heading, at the conclusion of this phone call, for an assignation that was quite likely to involve vigorous and protracted fucking, and not a little of what some would think perversion, she did not allow to intrude on their conversation.  She was adroit at compartmentalizing these pieces of her life by now, and only as she made the fairly lengthy drive over to The Ingleside did she feel a few pangs of guilt.
       
       But they vanished as soon as Brenda opened the door and invited her inside.  What a beautiful woman!  The world’s most beautiful bus driver, she reminded herself.  They might have a few beauties driving a bus in Moscow, or even Paris or Rome, but none with a face and a body like this.  Brenda, though Laura’s age, showed not the slightest hint of aging.  Her skin was fresh and dark brown and smooth, her body taut and buxom and curvaceous, her dark eyes sparkling with promise.  Sexual promise.  Laura could feel it throbbing behind Brenda’s gaze, and she wondered if her eyes were communicating the same throbbing eagerness.
       
       Oh god, we are going to put each other in the hospital! she thought as she followed Brenda into the small kitchen, unable to take her eyes off the swaying, out-jutting rump inside Brenda’s tight blue jeans.  
       
       “You eaten anything?” Brenda asked.  “I could grill up a pork chop, if you’re hungry.”
       
       Laura handed her the bottle of wine she had brought.  “Let’s eat later,” she said, meaningfully, her eyelids drooping sexily.  First we fuck each other’s brains out to work up an appetite, okay?  
       
       “Shall I open it now?” Brenda asked.
       
       Laura nodded.  A little wine would make them combustible.  Still, as she walked slowly around the place while Brenda opened the wine and got two goblets out of a cupboard, Laura had the feeling that two people lived here, not one.  Or, if two didn’t live continuously here, somebody was a frequent visitor, and stayed long.  She felt a little like an intruder.
       
       Was this the ‘little problem’ Brenda had referred to a few days earlier?  Did she have to get rid of someone so that she and Laura could have their little rendezvous?
       
       “I hope I’m not . . . spoiling your . . . usual Saturday night,” she said as Brenda handed her a goblet half full of wine.  She remembered how in the past she and Sara had spent every Saturday night together, watching movies and fucking in front of the fireplace in her condo in the fog-shrouded eucalyptus grove over by Seventh Avenue.  Memories of Sara always came with a bittersweet aftertaste, and she did not want to be a part of breaking up any long-term relationship Brenda might have going.
       
       “Darlin’, I would just be soaking in the tub, smoking a joint, and falling asleep,” Brenda said with a warm smile, but Laura did not believe her.
       
       This was a gorgeous woman and she did not spend Saturday nights alone.  Although people might think the same thing about me, she realized; and they would be wrong.  I have girlfriends, true, but sometimes I just want to be alone.  
       
       Brenda, still holding her own wine goblet, looped her arm around the inside of Laura’s so that they could drink a toast while arm-linked.  “I think you’re lying,” Laura murmured, before sipping, staring deep into Brenda’s dark brown eyes.
       
       “Little white lies,” Brenda gingerly removed her arm now that they had drunk their toast.  “Isn’t that what they call them?  White?”
       
       “I hope she isn’t the jealous type,” Laura said briskly, turning away.  “I’d hate to wind up in the morgue tonight just for visiting an old friend.”
       
       She followed Brenda into the small living room adjacent to the kitchen, and they sat together on a brown leather sofa that creaked a little under their bodies.  Brenda placed her wine goblet on the small glass coffee table and watched Laura set her own beside it.  
       
       “My friend and I have an understanding.  That understanding includes old friends.  We don’t interfere with each other.  As a matter of fact, she had a date with an old friend tonight too.  So . . . don’t get your knickers in a bunch, okay?  As they say . . . somewhere, I forget.”  She flirted, dangerously.  “Just what are knickers anyway?  You know,  I don’t think I’ve been kissed by Laura in about a century.”
       
       Laura scooted closer.  “Don’t get your panties in a bunch,” she murmured softly, looking at Brenda’s incredible mouth.  “That’s the way we say it.  If you do, I might have to take them off for you.”  This was piercingly romantic, staring at each other’s mouth this way.  Laura felt her heart palpitating.  “I can’t believe I haven’t kissed this mouth in years,” she almost breathed instead of spoke.
       
       “Maybe you better get to it, then,” Brenda breathed back.  She moved her head closer a few inches until her full lips brushed Laura’s.
       
       Laura extended her tongue and slipped it past Brenda’s even white teeth into her mouth before even mashing their lips together.  Brenda’s tongue slid back over Laura’s, caressing it.  And then they were kissing fiercely, making up for lost time.  Their teeth clanked.  Hard.
       
       “Ouch!  Shit!” Brenda pulled back, half-laughing, grimacing, holding one front tooth between her thumb and forefinger.  “Girl, you’re going to send me to the dentist.”
       
       Laura’s front teeth hurt too.  She too grimaced in brief pain, then laughed.  “You’re not going to blame it all on me.”  She reached for Brenda again.  “Here . . . let’s try it a little more gently.”
       
       They kissed again, curving their mouths together, working more slowly but not less hungrily.  “Oh god . . . that’s better,” Laura sighed, kissing her smooth black cheek, which seemed blacker than the actual dark brown in the dim light, then kissed her neck, her earlobe.  “You smell so good, I want to smell you all over.”
       
       “Mmmmm, that sounds like an invitation to me,” Brenda purred softly.
       
       She wore tight blue jeans and a loose red jersey top that could not disguise the bulging thrust of her splendid breasts, which were not too large but still substantial, certainly bigger than Laura’s.  Laura remembered her big, swelling black nipples that seemed covered with excited bumps whenever she saw them, nipples she was always eager to get inside her mouth and keep there.  She got one hand under Brenda’s loose top as they kissed, stroking her warm smooth back.
       
       Brenda, not to be out-maneuvered, got a hand under Laura’s loose sweater too, and quickly began toying with Laura’s bra clasp.  “Feels like we’re two teenagers making out on the couch,” she whispered in Laura’s ear.  “Nobody here but us, though.  We might as well get naked and get on with it.”
       
       “There’s nobody I’d rather get naked with than you,” Laura smiled, kissing her beautiful black neck again from ear to collar bone.
       
       “Bring your wine,” Brenda flirted, rising and taking her own glass with her.  Laura stood up too and leaned over to the easy chair to grab her purse.  Brenda shook her head.  “You can leave it here.  Whatever you got in there, I think I have everything we might need already.”  She gave Laura a lubricious grin.
       
       Oooooohhh! Laura could feel her thighs quiver as she followed Brenda to the back of the bungalow, into the master bedroom, which was actually fairly small.  She watched as Brenda pulled the red jersey up over her head, shook her hair free, and tossed it to the floor at the foot of the bed.  Under it she wore a simple white bra, but the bulging tops of her terrific breasts were enough to inflame Laura’s already overheated lust.  
       
       “Stop.  Let me do that,” she said as Brenda reached behind her back with both hands to unclasp it.  She couldn’t help thinking briefly of Shamika, who had confessed to persuading her friends to let her remove their bras.
       
       “You like to do that?” Brenda grinned.
       
       “I love to do that.”
       
       Brenda turned her back and happily submitted to many hot, sensual kisses on her neck and shoulders while Laura unclasped the bra and let the limp fabric straps slide down Brenda’s arms and fall on the floor.  Then she encircled Brenda’s body from behind with her arms and covered Brenda’s now-naked breasts with both hands, squeezing them gently.  She rubbed her thumbs over Brenda’s thick black protruding nipples.
       
       “Mmmmm, I want,” she murmured against Brenda’s neck.
       
       Brenda looked back over her shoulder.  “Then take off that sweatshirt.  It’s kind of scratchy against my back.”
       
       Laura hurriedly pulled it off.  And her bra.  And her jeans and panties.  She was naked before Brenda was, but not much before.  They almost glided onto the bed together, pressing warm flesh everywhere, and again kissing hungrily.  Finally Laura could get her mouth on Brenda’s entire naked body, and she explored it fanatically, siphoning up Brenda’s swollen black nipples, sucking the smooth flesh of her back and the bulging moons of her beautiful ass, sliding between her sleek yawning thighs to suck her lovely black pussy, thrilling at the sound of Brenda’s soft whinnying and hip-bucking in slow rhythm with her love attack.
       
       She slid up to kiss her again, and Brenda giggled, kissing back feverishly.  “Hey, I taste good,” she joked.  “You got my pussy all over your lips, darlin’.”
       
       “I can’t believe we let all this time go by,” Laura panted.  “You are so . . . wonderful.  So beautiful.  I love your beautiful body.”
       
       “You ain’t so bad yourself,” Brenda purred, running her hands eagerly all over Laura’s naked body too.
       
       “I want to make you come,” she breathed hotly into Brenda’s ear.  “The old way.”
       
       Brenda smiled.  “I was hoping you’d say that.”
       
       “Mmmm, but I want more of these first.”
       
       Laura dropped her mouth again to Brenda’s magnificent breasts and large, excited nipples, now stippled with the tiny bumps she remembered, the center nub of each one pushing up stiff and rubbery.  She sucked them hard, one at a time, back and forth, back and forth, until Brenda was whinnying again softly in the depths of her throat.  Then Laura began her slow descent, still lavishing passionate attention on Brenda’s gorgeous breasts, but also kissing the firm balls all over their surface, and underneath, and then the smooth, flat flesh of Brenda’s midriff, her ribcage, tonguing her navel, descending, descending, caressing her thighs with her fingers, then parting Brenda’s tight little curly nest of pubic hair with them to expose the full glory of her long, sinuous pussy lips and the inner flame of her hot, glistening cunt.
       
       She kissed it and gently sucked it again for a few minutes, as she had done earlier, but now inserted two, then three, fingers into the oozing honey slit, beginning to saw them in and out in an effort to widen the crease for the full scale invasion she planned and Brenda, she knew, craved.  Her hand was so small, and Brenda’s aroused pussy so wet, that she encountered little trouble in sliding the wedge of her fingers and thumb further and further inside, until Brenda was completely engorged by it.
       
       Brenda’s eyes watered slightly as she smiled down at Laura’s arm protruding from her clinging pussy lips.  “Oh . . . sweet Jesus, I’ve been dreaming of this since the other day on the bus,” she panted softly, her throbbing, shining eyes locking with Laura’s.
       
       Laura, without removing her hand, leaned forward to kiss her.  “Me too,” she breathed, snaking her tongue into Brenda’s open mouth.
       
       They had done this before, though years ago, and had no trouble falling into a gentle rocking rhythm, as Laura made a fist inside Brenda’s tight, slippery channel.  There was, for Laura at least, something mysteriously intimate about fist-fucking, which for her always seemed to begin with this solemn, almost ceremonial, serious probing and panting and melding of two bodies.  She had always thought that Brenda must feel it too, since she had become devoted to the practice when she had taught Mavis to do it to her at a young age.  And the way their aroused bodies moved together in perfect unison told her that there was a sexual harmony in this act that might not be present in any other, or if so rarely.
       
       She now let her always voracious mouth drift down Brenda’s body to her breasts again, and she suckled tenderly at first at Brenda’s large, swollen nipples, until Brenda panted for rougher treatment and began to gyrate her pelvis so that Laura’s fist moved more aggressively inside its tight sleeve.
       
       “Suck . . . harder!” she panted against Laura’s shoulder.  “Harder.  Bite them.  Not too hard,” she giggled.  “Just bite them, you know how.”
       
       Laura did know how.  She had one free hand and used it to hold the firm round globe of Brenda’s beautiful breast steady while she hungrily savaged her bulging, shiny black nipple, already wet with her warm saliva and standing erect and tall.  She sank her teeth lightly into the swollen areola and heard Brenda groan softly, and felt her whole pelvis quake with intensified sexual excitement.  Brenda began to pump, faster, harder.
       
       “Unhhh!  Unhhh!  Yes!  Suck it, Laura!  Owwmnnngg!  Oh shit, yes!”
       
       Laura had no difficulty obliging.  She could feel her own body throbbing everywhere in hot linkage and harmony with Brenda’s swiftly increasing sexual tension.  She sucked and probed, twisting her hand inside Brenda’s tight cunt, toying with Brenda’s other excited nipple the same way with her mouth.
       
       “Ohnngggg . . . god!” Brenda gasped, writhing now and mewling in a deep, guttural way.  “That one too!  Bite it!  Fuck me a little harder!  Ungghh!  Yes!  Like that!”
       
       Brenda had a big, strong body.  She was almost as statuesque as Nyomi, not fat by any means, but tall and wide-hipped and large breasted and . . . strong.  Just feeling so intimately connected to her in this way was both thrilling and intimidating at the same time.  Laura clung to her, doing everything she asked, feeling her own body resonate with pulsing, striving vigor, feeling her own pussy throbbing in harmony with the crescendo towards Brenda’s impending climax.  Brenda flexed and surged and convulsed and whimpered and pumped as it drew nearer.  
       
       Unlike Bonnie, who was also smaller and leaner and less powerful, and who would as her climax approached bend forward and grasp Laura’s forearm with one or sometimes both hands, and jam her pussy and her clit down on Laura’s wrist in a frenzy of need, Brenda stretched backward on the mattress, arching her back, her fine breasts shimmying, her swollen black nipples gleaming, her pelvis swirling and pumping and shuddering wildly as she rose to the groaning and shattering culmination of her orgasm.
       
       Ah, Bonnie! Laura thought with a bittersweet pang.  That cunt Millicent . . . or Winifred . . . or what is her fucking name anyway?  Meredith!  With that fucking Meredith’s arm shoved up her sweet pussy just like this, probably at this very minute!
       
       She was ashamed of herself for thinking of it at this intense moment, with Brenda arching and quivering and moaning loudly and grabbing her own luscious breasts and twisting her nipples and whooping in anticipation of a ripping, killing climax.  So Laura banished it, fiercely.  She dove directly back into the moment, thrusting and sucking and holding Brenda’s flailing body tightly, just in time to feel a sharp quake in her flesh, followed by wild spasms and cries of near-agonizing pleasure.
       
       “Ohnnggg!   Mnnngggg1  Oh!  Oh!  AUUUNNNGGGGHHH!  Ungghh!  Ungghh!   AUUUNNNGGGGHHH!” Brenda simply roared, wincing and arching her back again, pushing forward with her pelvis, as if to draw Laura’s hand deeper into her body, clasping her thighs together on Laura’s arm, pumping wildly.  “Auunngghhh!  Oh . . . shit!  Unngghhmmmm!”
       
       It was certainly among the most thrilling orgasms Laura had witnessed recently.  Brenda seemed to be knocked for a loop by it, as she soon fell silent and sank almost into a deep swoon, as Makeeda occasionally did, overpowered and stunned by the fury of her wrenching climax.  But she had enough strength left to reach up with one arm and pull Laura closer.  She said nothing but very firmly pulled Laura down onto her body, her eyelids still fluttering and her breathing still rough and rapid.  “Just . . . hold me,” she croaked softly against Laura’s cheek.
       
       Laura held her, feeling the ripples of sexual heat still coursing through Brenda’s taut flesh, and hearing the chuff and wheeze of her breath against her own cheek.  Her arm was still embedded up to the wrist in Brenda’s tight cunt, which she could feel clenching against it.  She turned her face and let her lips brush Brenda’s jaw, her cheek, her damp forehead.
       
       “Oh shit . . .” Brenda murmured, a little hoarsely after all that loud groaning, “I haven’t had one like that in a long time.”
       
       “You nearly blew the lid off,” Laura kissed her forehead again.
       
       “Tell me about it.  I think I’ll have to keep you around.  I mean not lose track of you again.”
       
       “I don’t think there’s much chance of that,” Laura murmured back.
       
       Finally she did withdraw her hand, slowly, slowly, from Brenda’s tight, clinging pussy, and wiped it on the sheet.  They snuggled for five or ten minutes, without saying much.  Then, still without talking, Brenda began to stir, and to gently force Laura onto her back.  She began kissing Laura’s naked body in a slow, loving way, with great tenderness but also simmering passion, sucking Laura’s nipples softly, then more insistently, drawing more and more of Laura’s breast into her mouth, her hand deftly stroking Laura’s very aroused pussy, already wet and festering from the excitement of the last few minutes.
       
       Laura’s only focus was on not to come too quickly.  Every sensation inspired by Brenda’s fingers, her mouth, her tongue, even her teeth, was too exquisite almost to bear.  She was an experienced lover who knew how to make you squirm and pant.  Like me, Laura smiled.  I’m having my own technique used on me.  Brenda even knew the danger, even knew that Laura might come too quickly if she accelerated her tempo.
       
       Finally, swarming all over Laura’s supine body, she murmured in Laura’s ear.  “Don’t you come too fast, now.  Brenda wants to lick that pretty pink pussy before she gives it the fist.”
       
       Just her words sent a spurt of fire through Laura’s body.  The fist was what she wanted, what she craved.  Brenda’s clever tongue on her clit was what she feared.  I’ll come if she even touches me! she thought.  
       
       “I . . . don’t know . . . if I can help it!” she panted, chasing Brenda’s thick, sensual lips with her own, snaking her tongue up into Brenda’s mouth.  “Just fuck me.  Any way you want.  Just fuck me.  Hurry!”
       
       “Yes you can,” Brenda panted back, smiling, kissing her neck, her shoulders, the upper slopes of her small breasts.  “You can hold it for me.  You can’t come, not until I let you.”
       
       Laura smiled, feeling her body undulate almost on its own, as if sexual waves and tremors were independent phenomena that would take over her excited flesh without her having a say in the matter.  She loved this feeling of surrender, both to her own body and its willful hurtling toward a certain ecstatic explosion, and to Brenda’s fierce and passionate will and sexual desire.  Brenda was a hungrier and more passionate lover than she remembered and at this moment was devouring Laura in a hot frenzy of lust, siphoning up her nipples, sucking her clit, finger-tickling her clenching anus.  Then, when Laura was straining and whooping and squirming uncontrollably, Brenda was suddenly pulling back, calming things down, licking and stroking Laura instead of sucking and probing her, taking Laura back down a notch.
       
       Laura realized with a smile that she was being toyed with, much as Gail had recently described to her being toyed with by her goth lover Moira, who brought her to the brink repeatedly and then brought her back down again a notch before beginning the exciting climb once again, all of it merely a prelude to a stupendous climax at the end.  It had been years, Laura thought, since anyone had done it to her, and she enthusiastically let Brenda play her body like a fine instrument, until after about five minutes of rising and falling she was ready to scream with pent-up need.
       
       “Oh shit . . .” she panted to Brenda, “I’m going to die if you don’t let me come!”
       
       “Ummmm,” Brenda smiled and chuckled, kneading Laura’s small breasts in her dark fingers, lashing Laura’s excited nipples with her nasty pink tongue, then sucking them hard with her thick, sensual lips.  “Just what I wanted to hear.  Are you ready to beg?”
       
       “Oh god, I’m already begging!”
       
       “Mmmm,” Brenda nibbled her ear.  “You must be ready for the big black fist.”
       
       Laura felt her already straining body quake and rumble internally at the words.  She recalled that Brenda’s hand was bigger than her own, a distant memory but a true one, and the reason perhaps that she had always nearly fainted with ecstasy whenever Brenda had done this to her in the past.  And it was doubly exciting to her because of their long separation, and their fortuitous reunion, this emotional melding they both felt, they both had always felt, in the commission of this act.
       
       But she had little time, and even less inclination, to dwell on this as Brenda, smiling, slid down her undulating body, between her thighs, and slid two, then three fingers into her warm and soupy slit, working smoothly but gently to open it further, then pushing more of her hand in, more, more fingers, more knuckles, until the whole thing was embedded in Laura’s pussy up to the wrist.
       
       “Unhhhhhhh!” Laura groaned softly, tears leaping to her eyes as she felt crammed and totally impaled on Brenda’s arm, not a painful feeling, but one of total surrender, and sharp, near-bursting need.  
       
       Her tears did not spill, there were not enough for that, just her eyes watering with surprise and shock, and there was no time to dwell on that either as Brenda began to pump her rhythmically, and she knew with a fierce certainty that she was going to come in a fiery explosion in only a few more seconds.
       
       “Oh god . . . I can’t . . . hold on!” she panted, her face contorted with a sharp spasm of sexual thrill.
       
       Brenda smiled at her and leaned down to lick Laura’s distended clit at the same time she was fucking her with her hand.  “The good thing is,” she said softly, “you don’t have to.  You can let it go now, darlin’.  You can come for Mama Brenda, you can let it all out.  Come on, now.  Give me a big one.  Come on, now.  Yes . . . yes . . .”
       
       Unfortunately for Laura, the slow, solemn, serious, intimate union of their bodies that she was looking forward to was quickly irrelevant at this moment, and was replaced by a raw, urgent, yowling cataclysm of blinding hot coming as she erupted in leaping flames.
       
       “Awwonnngggg!” she started to howl, but her hot cries were choked off in her throat immediately as her whole body rose off the bed in the way she had seen countless lovers of her own leap but rarely did herself.  Her sharp cries were swallowed by the surge of killing pleasure that ripped through her body.  “Mmmmnngggg!” was all she could hear herself doing.  “Mmmmnngggg!”  She flipped and surged and writhed under Brenda’s sweet love assault, as wrenching spasm after spasm gripped her flesh.
       
       It was so intense she nearly passed out, but didn’t.  Instead, she collapsed back onto the mattress, panting wildly, hearing soft, helpless mewling come from somewhere in the back of her throat, gazing through the mist of her throbbing sexual cloud down her body at Brenda’s long dark brown arm protruding from her crotch.  She could still feel Brenda’s fairly large hand inside her pussy.  Her body was still fluttering with the frantic aftershocks of such a cataclysmic orgasm, but her mind was clearing.
       
       “Have you been saving that one up just for me?” she laughed softly, feeling her breathing return slowly to normal.
       
       Brenda was patiently extricating her wet hand from Laura’s body.  She smiled up at her.  “I believe I have,” she said, as if confessing. “Just for you.  I surely never saw anybody enjoy it more.”  She gave Laura a sisterly kiss on the forehead.
       
       Then she left the bed briefly to get some towels, and Laura had the chance to marvel at her scrumptious body, so voluptuous yet lean in the right places and glossy and black in the half-light of the bedroom, her breasts so full, her ass so bubbilicious and firm and jouncy, even though she was a little over thirty like Laura herself.  
       
       “God, honey, you are in great shape,” she said admiringly when Brenda returned.
       
       “I been running,” Brenda said brightly.  “Can you believe it?  An old lady like me out there in her spandex and headband and tennies, chugging along around Lake Merced?  Lost thirteen pounds doing it, though.”
       
       “You look great.  You aren’t an old lady.  You’re my age.  I’ll feel insulted if you call yourself one.”  She nuzzled Brenda’s bare black shoulder and cupped one marvelous breast in her hand, squeezing it meaningfully.  “As long as I want to fuck you, you aren’t an old lady.”
       
       “Oh?”  Brenda made a funny face.  “I declare, you have the nastiest mouth on the planet.  Fuck me?  I never heard such language.”
       
       Laura nuzzled her neck.  “What would you call it?”
       
       “I call it lovin’.  I’ve always called it lovin’  Even when Mavis and I were doing it, it was still lovin’.  Sister lovin’.  And now it’s Laura lovin’”
       
       Laura drew her down so that they were embracing face to face, on their sides.  She still could not keep her hands from fondling Brenda’s lovely naked breasts.  “So.  Tell me more about these people you keep from killing themselves on the suicide hotline.”  Laura was fascinated by this but as soon as she said it, she wondered if she should have kept her mouth shut.  Was she bringing up something that would cast a pall over the evening?
       
       Brenda’s expression grew serious.  “I wish.  You know, you don’t really know how many of them went ahead and did it.  Except for the ones who call back, of course.  Some of them call back all the time, so you know they’re still with us.  But then . . . if they stop calling . . .”
       
       “You don’t know.”
       
       Brenda nodded.
       
       “Why do you do it?”
       
       “Somebody’s got to do it.”  She could see that, even though it was true, Laura didn’t think it was much of an answer.  “My brother killed himself.”  She stared blankly into space.  “My older brother.  About four years ago.  Jumped.  In the mountains.  Just jumped.  No notes.  No nothing.”
       
       “God.  Without any warning?  Or anything?”
       
       Brenda nodded.  Laura wilted.  She had spoiled the evening.  Good thing we had some hot sex before I fucked everything up, she thought guiltily.
       
       “I’m so proud of you,” she said, nuzzling Brenda’s smooth black neck again with her nose and lips.  
       
       She herself did nothing good, nothing really valuable to others, as far as she could see.  She played with her cats, and slept with her lovers, and plugged away at her job, and tried to give Makeeda all the love and support she could offer.  That was about it.  Gosh, think of what it would be like to have saved a life, she thought.
       
       Brenda merely shrugged.  “You know,” she murmured, “sometimes it’s pretty hard to talk them out of it.  I mean, some are sick.  AIDs.  Diabetes.  Cancer, of course.  Some are even terminal.  Some are heart broken.  One young girl walked in on her boyfriend fucking her sister and her mother at the same time.  One guy lost his job and his wife and then both his parents died in a plane crash.”
       
       “I’m sorry I brought this up,” Laura said firmly.  She kissed Brenda squarely on the mouth.  “My bad.  This is bringing us down.  I wanted this to be a beautiful evening.”
       
       Brenda smiled warmly.  “I like telling you about it.  Most people cringe and change the subject.  They don’t want to know.”
       
       I don’t know whether I want to know or not, Laura thought.
       
       “Anyway,” Brenda beamed, showing off her even white teeth.  “It is a beautiful evening.  And it isn’t over yet, not nearly.”
       
       “I . . . want to know because . . . because you’re doing it.  And I admire you so much for doing it.”  Laura was hesitant, trying to find the right words.  “And because I don’t think I do anything in life that really helps people, like you do.”
       
       Brenda gave a feline stretch and a lazy smile, pulling Laura closer to her so that their naked breasts touched and Laura could feel the center stubs of Brenda’s thick nipples boring into hers.  “You know,” she whispered in Laura’s ear, “I have no idea whether it helps them or not.  You just do certain things because you have to, right?  Like eating and breathing.”  She gently pinched Laura’s bottom.  “And fucking.  Excuse me, lovin’.  And pinching pretty white girls’ asses.”
       
       They giggled together, and squirmed, and began to heat up again.  “Oh damn,” Laura said softly, “it seems sacrilegious, or something, to start rutting in the middle of a conversation about suicide.”
       
       “Who’s rutting!” Brenda stiffened with mock chagrin.  “I ain’t rutting, don’t know about you!  I am lovin’ my Laura, and I don’t want to hear another word about it.  At least I’m working up to lovin’ her again.  And lovin’ her hard.”
       
       “Oh god,” Laura laughed, “I hope not as hard as last time.  I think I barely survived that one.”
       
       For the moment the suicide hotline was pushed back into the shadows and replaced by the yearnings of hot flesh.  It really was such a pleasure just embracing her, and stroking her, and sucking her black shoulder, and running one finger up and down inside the warm, tight crack of her ass, between two bulging, beautiful black buns.
       
       “Oooooo, that tickles, lady!” Brenda yelped softly.  She squirmed, which only made Laura want to do it again.
       
       “Better watch out or my tongue might go where my finger has been,” Laura teased her.
       
       “Mmmm, I think I’ve got an even better idea,” Brenda purred, pulling away and sliding off the bed, going across the room to a bureau and pulling open one of the drawers.
       
       She returned with a small brown box, about the size of a cigar box.  She scooted up on the bed next to Laura and opened it.  Inside, lying on a bed of fake maroon velvet, was a bright light purple and very shiny torpedo-shaped device, with a thick though short appendage on top and a shorter but just as thick one on the bottom.  She watched as Brenda removed it, and the harness that went with it, taking care not to tangle up the wire that was attached to the apparatus and that ran to a small black control console, with two switches.
       
       “Wow,” Laura said.  “And I thought my iPhone was the pinnacle of technological progress.”
       
       It was quite clear what this intriguing device was for.  Laura, of course, had her own Double Penetrator (though not with her tonight), which was distinguished from this one in several ways.  For one thing, it was designed to be ‘realistic.’  Never mind that no human she knew of actually had two dicks, hers were at least intended to look real, and feel real.  They were also longer, and not electronic.
       
       “What does this thingee do?” she asked Brenda, touching the little console.
       
       Brenda’s face cracked into a wide grin.  “That little thingee takes you to heaven.  Or me, if I’m lucky.”
       
       Laura still looked puzzled.
       
       “There’s what they call a little bullet in the tip of each one of these,” she pointed to the tips of the torpedoes.  “When you turn this switch . . . and this one . . .”  She flicked on the switches and the whole device began to shake and nearly jumped out of her hand.
       
       “Oh god!” Laura gasped with laughter.
       
       Brenda was laughing too.  “My friend . . .”  She made a significant face.  “The one who isn’t here tonight?  She found it at Good Vibrations.  You know, the store?”
       
       “I’ve heard of it.”
       
       “She brought it home and we both had to start biting a towel or something when we were lovin’.  It sort of makes you squeal.”
       
       “I can imagine,” Laura said, with a definite awe.
       
       The device, unlike Laura’s, was clearly designed to be as unrealistic as possible.  Just two smooth and shiny purple missiles.  The top one could not be more than five inches long, but it was thick, maybe four inches or more in girth, the bottom appendage less thick but still thick, and curved a little, whereas the top torpedo was straight.  The thing was definitely of utilitarian design, and not intended to feed any fantasy of being penetrated by two real cocks but instead to deliver a killer orgasm/assgasm combination in the most efficient way possible.  Laura didn’t know how anyone could last more than a minute while  being serviced by it.  Goodness, it looks like we’re only a few steps away from the Orgasmatron, she thought, with a wry smile.
       
       “So . . .” she posed the obvious question, still stroking the smooth, shiny top torpedo with the tip of one forefinger.  “Who goes first?”
       
       Brenda gave her the most gorgeous and sexiest smile she had yet managed, since their chance meeting on the bus.  “My house . . . my turn,” she said, handing the thing to Laura.  “Anyway, I seem to have memories of how you can fuck when you get a mind to.  A little roughhouse with this baby . . . and it’s all over in about a minute, believe me.”
       
       “Oh, that’s no fun,” Laura cocked her head.  “I want it to go on and on.  I want you to suffer.”
       
       Brenda turned coy and seductive, pulling Laura down on the mattress with a warm sexual embrace.  “Oh no you don’t,” she murmured, kissing Laura’s neck and face.  “You want to fuck me more than ever now that you’ve got this little machine to use.  You know you do.  You want to make me squeal.”  She laughed.  “And believe me, I will.”
       
       Even though the device had the appearance of a weird medical tool or gleaming machine shop implement, it was still basically just a strap-on dildo, and so Laura easily had it fixed in place in under half a minute.  The shiny purple tubes jutted like some grotesque and misplaced Christmas tree ornament from her crotch, held in place by a taut harness.  She held the little black box with the switches in her right hand.
       
       “Lie back and spread your legs, you black beauty,” she said with a playful growl.  “You are mine!”
       
       Brenda gave her a mock flinch and faux grimace of fear, as if to say she was frightened of the outcome, but then reached for the bedstand drawer and withdrew a small tube of lubricant, handing it to Laura.  “Here . . . just grease the bottom one a little to make it easier.”
       
       Laura did as asked, then knee-walked over one of Brenda’s thighs and with her free hand guided the shiny, fiendish little weapon toward its double target.  “How do I know when to use the switches?” she asked, although she already had a pretty good idea.
       
       Brenda, already taut with sexual anticipation as she watched the dual torpedoes moving closer to her groin, smiled knowingly.  “I think you’ll be able to figure it out.”
       
       Maybe the worst part of this, Laura realized, was that both of her hands were occupied.  Brenda’s marvelous big round breasts were seductively rolling around as she settled back into position, and Laura would have given anything at this moment to grasp each firm melon in her hands and passionately kiss and suck Brenda’ large protruding black nipples, all sprinkled with little bumps.  Brenda saw her looking.
       
       “You want to get in some sucking first?”
       
       “God, yes!” Laura nodded.
       
       Brenda grinned.  “You know how it lights my fire.”  She raised her hands to her lovely round breasts and pinched her large black nipples lightly with her fingers.  “Here, I’ll hold them for you.”
       
       She held one breast in each hand for Laura, who fell on them with fierce hunger immediately.  Still holding the dual torpedo mechanism in her left hand and the small switch box in her right, she bent forward and sucked Brenda’s lovely proffered breasts passionately for about two feverish minutes, mouth-mauling her beautiful bulging nipples until Brenda was whimpering and mewling almost uncontrollably.  She lashed them with her tongue and pinched them with her lips and sank her teeth lightly into the wrinkled, erect areolas and sucked the entirely pulpy mass of each nipple deeply into her throat.  Brenda’s body quaked and shuddered under her.
       
       “Oh!  Unnggg!  Oh . . . shit . . . Laura!  Unngggg!  Shit, I think you better get on with it!” Brenda panted.
       
       Knowing that this was defeating her purpose of making the moment last, of drawing it out, Laura reluctantly let Brenda’s wet, shiny, savaged nipple slip out of her mouth and returned to her task.  She had the heads of the two shiny shafts lodged in Brenda’s pussy and asshole in just two seconds and was slowly pushing them in as far as they would go.
       
       “Ummpphhff!” Brenda made a funny sound, her face briefly paralyzed as she felt the exquisite moment of penetration.  “Oh shit . . . yes . . . that’s good!”
       
       The thing was almost totally inside of her.  Laura could feel the wiry brush of Brenda’s muff against her own skin.  She still had not begun fucking her with it.  What if I turned on the switches right now? she wondered.  Would she come?  Oh dear, probably.  I better not, if I want to get any fun out of this.
       
       She leaned forward and down and began kissing Brenda’s face and neck and shoulders while she moved her hips, slowly pushing and pulling the torpedoes in and out of Brenda’s body, while Brenda quivered and groaned softly with pleasure.
       
       “Ahhnnnnn . . . oh yes . . . ahhhhnnnn!”  Her eyes rolled up; her breath came in increasingly jagged gasps.
       
       “Do you want a towel to bite into?”
       
       Brenda shook her head sharply, and even cracked a wry grin.  She looked straight into Laura’s eyes, but her own gaze was foggy with arousal and lust and wired sexual excitement.  “Let the neighbors . . . enjoy it.”
       
       “Mmmm, not as much as I’m enjoying it,” Laura panted, picking up the pace a little, jabbing the hard slippery tubes deeper and faster into Brenda’s body as she could easily witness the wild effect it was having.
       
       She had been fucking Brenda for only a few seconds, and already Brenda was in a near-frenzy of sexual excitement, flexing and pumping back and gurgling with maniacal need.  Oh god, Laura thought, I’d better turn on these switches before she comes anyway!  She’s so excited.
       
       “Mmmnngghppphh!  Ungghh!” Brenda groaned and gasped as the sexual heat in her flexing body rose quickly.  “Oh . . . god!  Oh god!”
       
       “Yes, honey, yes, honey,” Laura panted to her, trying to keep control of the situation that was quickly spiraling away from her.
       
       Again she leaned forward and down, feeling her own naked breasts brush against Brenda’s large round globes, then mash against them, as she kissed Brenda’s sweaty neck and her cheek.
       
       “Oh!  Oh!” Brenda gasped, now completely out of control.
       
       “Oh honey, you’re going to come now!” Laura panted to her, plunging the two torpedoes deeply into Brenda’s body with a sharp hip thrust while she reached for the switches with the fingers of her free hand.
       
       How she managed to twist them both she could never remember afterward.  But she did.  She could feel the device leap to life even against her own groin and could only imagine how it must feel to Brenda since the two vibrating tubes were sunk deep in her pussy and her ass.  Brenda’s body seized up immediately, clenching, her breath caught deep in her chest.
       
       Only a tiny, choked off squeak came from her throat.  “Aeennnngg!”
       
       It was a split second later, when she went into convulsions and began shrieking in the grip of a crushing, clenching double orgasm that Laura was shocked and overwhelmed.  She now knew what riding a bucking horse must be like, not that there was anything equine about the delicious Brenda, whose physical beauty was never greater than at this instant, when she was being almost ripped apart by a killer climax.
       
       But she surged and bucked and writhed up off the mattress in fierce quaking spasms that took Laura with them, into the air, clinging desperately to this flexing, shuddering body.  
       
       “ANNGGHIIIEEE!  MMMNNGGGHIIEEEE!” Brenda shrieked, horrible piercing cries coming out of her throat, so loud that for a few seconds Laura even tried to get the flat of her hand over the woman’s mouth to muffle them somewhat.
       
       Jeez, I wish we had used the towel! she thought as the gasping and mewling Brenda collapsed back onto the mattress, still twitching and quivering in the aftershocks of her wrenching climax.  God, the neighbors will be calling the cops.  They’ll think I killed her or something.
       
       She caressed Brenda’s body and quickly flicked off the switches, pulling out the torpedoes too in one effortless motion.  While Brenda lay gasping and twitching, she quickly divested herself of the harness and the crazy device, placing them down at the end of the bed.  Then she stretched out next to Brenda and embraced her, kissing her mouth now that Brenda was again capable of kissing, her breathing having calmed down.
       
       “We better get dressed,” she kidded Brenda gently, whispering in her ear.  “Your neighbors are probably calling the cops.”
       
       Brenda grinned at her, the same wry grin she had given Laura moments before being swallowed up by one of the most horrific orgasms Laura had ever witnessed.  “Hell, darlin’, they’re all so high by now they wouldn’t notice a tornado ripping through the neighborhood.  Probably thought we were popping open a new bottle.”  She sat up, still a little dazed from the experience.  “Anyway, we can’t get dressed.”  She pecked Laura on the forehead affectionately.  “Not till I give you the double bomb in return.”
       
       “Are you sure I’ll survive?”
       
       Brenda beamed.  “Look at me.  I did.  But this time we’re going to use the towel.”  She tilted her head toward the window.  “I think two in a row might get even their attention.”
       
       Laura embraced her again and drew her down again on the sheet, mashing their naked breasts together and kissing her romantically.  “Would you mind awfully if we saved it for another time?  I think I would rather have the fist again.”  She wiggled her body against Brenda’s so that both of them could feel every inch of their flesh connecting.  “Something wonderfully intimate about it to me.  After all these years.  Missing you.  I want to feel you in me.”  She glanced down at the end of the bed.  “Not that.”
       
       “What a sweet thing to say!” Brenda smiled.  She grew a little more aggressive with her caresses, helping Laura onto her back and fluidly sliding down her body and between her thighs.  “Whatever my Laura wants . . .” she purred softly, “my Laura gets.”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2011.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



