       Laura - Chapter 346
       
       
       
       
       
       
       Tears streamed down Nyomi’s cheeks, lots of tears.  They kept coming.   Her dark cheeks were shiny with them.  They dripped off her chin onto her neck and her shirt.  Laura had never seen her cry before and felt a sharp pain of sympathy in her own chest.  Beautiful grey eyes, welling with water.  Throbbing with emotional pain.
       
       “Sacramento!” Nyomi cried.  “Oh god, I’ll never see you again!”
       
       “Sacramento . . . isn’t far,” Laura said, trying to console her.
       
       “I’ll never see you again!” Nyomi repeated.
       
       Her cheeks were shiny and wet.  Her eyes brimmed.  Laura didn’t realize there could be so many tears from a woman who seemed so self-possessed, even hard, at times.  She tried to wipe them away with her hand.  “I’ll drive up to see you,” she said.  “It isn’t that far.”
       
       “You never will!  I’ll never see you!  I love you, Laura!  I’m tired of all that lying shit that we use with each other.  I don’t ‘luff’ you.  I love you!  I’ve always loved you.  From the first.  I love you!  There, I said it!”
       
       “I love you too.”
       
       “No, you don’t.  You love Makeeda.”
       
       Laura looked at her solemnly and tried to wipe the tears from her cheeks again.  “You know I love you too.”
       
       “Not the way you love her,” Makeeda pouted, sniffling.  “Anyway, she beat me to it with you.  She got there first.”
       
       Nyomi’s boss, the mayor, had won his election and would be moving to Sacramento.  His star was shining bright, his future prospects were very good, and as one of his key aides, Nyomi had been offered the chance, indeed had been all but expected, to move up there with him, along with a handful of her fellow aides.  
       
       “You know I’ll come to see you,” Laura said sensibly, firmly, trying to call a halt to this sorrowful effusion.  
       
       Now Nyomi suddenly seemed embarrassed to have confessed her love to Laura.  “I’m sorry,” she sniffled softly, averting her eyes, beautiful, striking grey eyes, jeweled and sparkling with tears.  “I’m sorry I said that.”
       
       Laura leaned forward and kissed her forehead, then her wet cheeks, one by one.  “No you’re not,” she whispered.  “I’m not either.  I do love you.  It’s time we both admitted it.  You know you can love more than one person at the same time.  It’s how you act on it that matters.”
       
       Nyomi nodded.  She looked up again at Laura, her lovely eyes full of pain.  “If you don’t fuck me until I scream before my mother gets here with Alana, I’ll never forgive you.”
       
       Oh god, how much time do we have? Laura wondered.  She loved Nyomi’s daughter too, genuinely, but children really had a way of interfering with these deeply emotional, and sexual, moments.  “How much time to we have?”
       
       Nyomi looked at her watch.  “I told my mother I’d be home by seven-thirty.  It’s six fifteen.”  She sniffled again, fetchingly.
       
       “How can I fuck you when you’re so sad?” Laura asked softly.
       
       Nyomi smiled through her tears.  She grabbed Laura’s hand and pulled her down the hall to the bedroom.  “This is how,” she said, pulling her own blouse off almost violently as she tugged Laura toward the bed.
       
       She started unfastening her bra, hands behind her back, but Laura stopped her.  “I get to do that.”
       
       “Better hurry.”
       
       “It’s no fun if we hurry.  I want to lick every inch of you.”
       
       “Yes it is,” Nyomi contradicted her.  “It’s fun every way with you.”
       
       She let Laura unfasten her bra but quickly tore at Laura’s clothes too with her hands, until a moment later they were half-undressed, but Nyomi was naked from the waist up.  Laura as usual could not wait to get her mouth and hands on Nyomi’s magnificent naked breasts.  Nyomi was a tall, statuesque woman, with large round breasts and huge black areolas that Laura longed to mouth-maul.
       
       “Quick!  Breast sixty-nine,” Nyomi panted, reaching for the clasp of Laura’s bra too.
       
       “No.  We don’t have time.”
       
       “Yes, we do.  Two minutes.”
       
       ‘Breast sixty-nine’ was Nyomi’s pet phrase for lying together in opposite directions with one on top dangling her breasts in the other’s face while herself sucking the breasts of the one on her back.  They played this game often and found it a marvelous build-up to explosive ensuing orgasms.  
       
       “I get to be on the bottom,” Nyomi said as she quickly rolled onto her back, her luscious large breasts thrusting up in Laura’s face.
       
       “Oh god, this is heaven,” Laura muttered, laughing softly, as she struggled out of the rest of her clothes and assumed her position, dangling her own small naked breasts in Nyomi’s face.  “But I like you to be on top and teasing me with these beauties in my face.”
       
       “We can switch in a minute,” Nyomi said, already cupping Laura’s breasts in her hands and chasing Laura’s nipples with her tongue.  
       
       A sharp pang seized Laura as she began devouring Nyomi’s delectable breasts, sucking Nyomi’s large, dark nipples, squeezing the firm balls with her fingers.  She had done this sort of thing spontaneously with other women and girls, but only Nyomi had made a ritual out of it, christening it with a special name, setting the rules, then lustily carrying out the game with passionate enthusiasm.  Laura could remember the many times they had both been near to climaxing from only this.  She did love Nyomi, and she knew deep down that Nyomi was right: they would see less of each other when she moved to Sacramento.  It was a pang, a loss, a pinch of the heart.  
       
       Oh god, I can’t be thinking about that right now, she thought.  I won’t be able to come.  I’ll be so preoccupied with loss.
       
       But there was, she knew, fat chance of that.  Nyomi’s voluptuous naked body was insurance against sexual misfiring.  After one minute of sucking each other’s nipples like this, they were both tense with sexual need.  “You on top . . . you on top . . .” Laura panted to her, twisting and pulling to get what she had been promised.
       
       “Let’s do it later,” Nyomi panted, her eyes blazing with crazy desire.  “I need it.  I need to do it.  I want to come with you.  I want us to come together.”
       
       Laura grinned and giggled softly.  “I think we were about ready to do it just then.”
       
       “I know.  Here . . . hug me and kiss me and fuck me.  I’ll do it to you, too.”
       
       They embraced tightly, Laura looping her arm around Nyomi’s back and nearly crushing Nyomi against her, feeling their saliva-wet breasts collide and mash together.  “Coming at the same time is iffy,” she murmured, sucking Nyomi’s neck.
       
       “We can do it.  We’ve done it before.  I love you, but if you give me a hickey I’ll kill you.”
       
       “Only by accident,” Laura reminded her, laughing a little.  “But we can try.”
       
       “Fuck me, Laura,” Nyomi panted, writhing against her.  “Fuck me with your hand.  I love you.  And kiss me.  Kiss me hard.”
       
       “I love you too.”
       
       “No you don’t.  But say it anyway.”
       
       “I do.”  She bit Nyomi’s shoulder, a passion bite.  “Oh!  Ohhnnn shit, that feels good!”
       
       Nyomi’s fingers slid up into her wet cunt, and Nyomi’s wrist began thrusting wildly.  Laura’s body leaped inside with fire.  Laura’s fingers did the same to Nyomi, parting the thick, slippery, floppy lips of Nyomi’s wonderful pussy and slipping in.
       
       “Ungghh!” Nyomi grunted softly, churning her pelvis into Laura’s hand.  “Yes!”
       
       They kissed feverishly.  Laura, who had only days earlier nearly caused a dental emergency while fucking and teeth-clanking with Bonnie, tried to be careful, but their passion was unruly and keen.  They gasped and grunted and whimpered and mewled a little, fucking each other rapidly with their hands and kissing ravenously.
       
       “Oh . . . shit!” Nyomi gasped, her body quivering and squirming into Laura’s.  “Tell me when you’re going to come.  I think I can do it at any second,” she panted.
       
       “Me too.  Oh, honey, I love you, I do . . .” Laura gasped, clutching Nyomi’s body in an iron grip, grinding her flesh into it, again burying her face in Nyomi’s neck but not sucking it this time.  “Now.  I think it’s . . . now . . .”
       
       “Unngghhh!  Unngghhh!” Nyomi groaned, gripping Laura with equal strength, the fingers of her free hand digging sharply into one of Laura’s ass cheeks as she tried to force their groins even closer together. 
       
       And then they were coming.  Both, at once, as they had hoped they could do.  It was not a loud, roaring shared orgasm, more a deep gasping and grunting and writhing together one, but Laura could feel Nyomi’s long body shuddering against hers as the deep quaking occurred deep in her womb.  Her own body answered it with convulsive shudders of its own, her own insides ripped apart by excruciating pleasure that seemed to last for long, sweetly agonizing seconds.
       
       They clung tightly together while the waves receded, panting and gurgling happily and then laughing softly.  Laura kissed her cheek, her mouth.  “Don’t kiss me yet, I can’t breathe,” Nyomi panted into her lips.
       
       “That was quick.”
       
       “Too quick.  She’ll be home in a few minutes, and then we can’t fuck again until she goes to sleep.”
       
       “I’d offer you another one right now, but I don’t know if I’m up to it.”
       
       She wiggled her wet fingers, all greasy with Nyomi’s copious warm juices, inside Nyomi’s tight pussy.
       
       “It’s hell being an old lady, isn’t it?” Nyomi pecked her cheek.  “And I’m including me in that statement.  I need to dry out first.  My pussy feels like the Pacific Ocean.”
       
       Laura wiggled her fingers again.  “You are so tight for a woman who’s had a kid.”
       
       Nyomi grinned proudly.  “Don’t you wish you had a dick in there being squeezed instead of your fingers?”
       
       “I wish I had my whole head in there being squeezed,” Laura teased her back.  
       
       Still, they made no effort to extract their fingers from each other’s body.  They did not speak but held each other tightly, as if Sacramento had again reared its ugly head, its menace, its threat to their closeness.
       
       “I meant it, you know,” Nyomi finally whispered.
       
       “I know you meant it,” Laura whispered back.  “I knew you meant it even before you said it.”
       
       “I hate her.”
       
       “No you don’t.”
       
       “No,  I guess I don’t.  The lucky bitch.  I hate her.”
       
       “No you don’t.”
       
       But eventually they did have to come apart, mop up a little, get dressed again and get ready for Alana’s arrival.  They both loved her dearly and would respect the proprieties.  And they both realized that Alana was curious and bold enough to inquire about their activities when alone together, if they were not scrupulously careful to disallow her the opportunity.
       
       “How do I look?” Nyomi asked, smoothing her skirt over her thighs, viewing herself in the large mirror on the back of her closet door.  She also brushed her palms over her cheeks as if to wipe away the residue of tears that had been flowing so freely not long ago.  “Like a prim and proper matron with a nine-year-old to care for responsibly and lovingly?”
       
       “Of course,” Laura reassured her.
       
       “Don’t I look like the hot bloom of delicious fucking had just flowered in my horny black pussy and began to waft hot fuck odor through the air?”
       
       “No.”
       
       “You know, my mother hates me, and you, don’t forget, for this perverted sex life of ours, and she’ll be looking for the slightest sign of a sinful lesbian orgy.”
       
       “Well, good luck to her, then.  We both look like repressed business women.”
       
       “Smell?  Can you smell anything?  She has a nose like one of those dogs they use to find marijuana in the airport.”
       
       Laura shook her head.  “If you like, I can get the bathroom spray and give it a few squirts in here.”
       
       “Maybe that’s a good idea.”
       
       Laura was charmed and amused by the anxiety Nyomi had about her mother’s certain disapproval.  She had seen Mrs. Evans (Nyomi’s maiden name)  only once, when they had dropped Alana off at her house.  A handsome older woman, as one might expect, being the mother of this statuesque beauty.  She had peeked, frowning, over Nyomi’s shoulder at Laura waiting in the car.  Her disapproval sizzled strongly enough through the neighborhood to disrupt radio waves, Laura thought.  Hates me licking her daughter’s sweet pussy and making her happy.  Would rather have her be miserable with some dopey guy.
       
       Only, she reflected, Nyomi wasn’t happy.  Here she had been offered a career-changing move, a sojourn in Sacramento probably followed by years in Washington with the movers and shakers, and yet she loved Laura and wanted to stay here in her arms, however infrequently they could manage it.  
       
       Laura actually had to meet her mother this time, since she was already present at the house and too proud to hide in the bedroom.  And Nyomi was too proud to make her.
       
       “Mama, this is Laura.”
       
       Mama shook Laura’s hand gingerly, as if she might catch a load of cooties from it.  “Hello, Laura.”  Scowling a little.  Not friendly.
       
       Not so with Alana, who flung herself immediately into Laura’s arms.  “Hi, Auntie Laura!  I haven’t seen you forever!  I missed you so much!”
       
       Laura sank to her knees, hugging Alana, and couldn’t help out of the corner of her vision seeing the trace of a smile pass over Mama’s lips.  Who wouldn’t want her grandchild to love and be loved in return?
       
       “I missed you too, baby,” Laura kissed her.  “It has been too long.”
       
       Nyomi and Mama watched the two hugging.  The look on Nyomi’s mother’s face said: Watch out you don’t turn her into a lesbian too, you two harlots.  But Nyomi herself was beaming.  She loved Laura and loved it that Alana loved Laura too.
       
       Mama left soon after and Laura settled down to a little playing on the floor in Alana’s bedroom while Nyomi made some dinner, a routine the three of them had now got down to a science.  When Alana was not there, Laura and Nyomi would fuck themselves to exhaustion before even thinking about dinner, but that happened rarely, and this was the more usual practice.
       
       “Auntie Laura,” Alana asked her after a few minutes during which they outfitted Black Barbie for a day at the office.  “When I grow up and start having sex, can I have sex with you?”
       
       Laura’s face bloomed bright red like a tomato.  She burst out with embarrassed laughter that sounded suddenly like an insane cackle to her.  This darling child seemed to store up these bold questions like secret weapons, waiting to spring them on Laura at the most unlikely moments.  The heat in her face was momentarily almost unbearable.
       
       “I’m sorry,” Alana quickly said, softly.  “I didn’t mean to make you blush.”
       
       “Couldn’t help it, darling,” Laura gasped, still laughing a little.  “You caught me by surprise, I think.”
       
       “Sorry.”
       
       “No need to apologize.  Why are you thinking about sex all the time?  You’re only nine.”
       
       “I’m not a baby,” Alana said, decisively.  
       
       “I never said you were.  But nine’s a little young to be worrying about it.”
       
       “You and Mommy do great sex, I can tell.  She hums and smiles and sings about you in the shower.  She’s happy, and it’s because of the sex she has with you.  Before we met you, she was grumpy all the time, especially after she kicked Uncle Mike out and she wasn’t having any sex.  After you came and sexed her more, she got all happy and singing again, way more than before.  So, I just want to be having happy sex like that, and I figure you know how to do that.  To make a person happy, I mean.”
       
       Oh god, this is a big load, Laura thought.  I’ve got my own problems without worrying about making the two of you darlings happy.  “I think if I were you,” she said firmly to Alana, “I would quit thinking about it and just let things happen naturally.  I think you won’t have any trouble finding someone to make you sing in the shower too.”
       
       “Really?”
       
       “Really.”  Now let’s change the subject.
       
         But before she could bring up something else—
       
       “But I don’t know anything about sexing.  I thought maybe you could teach me.”
       
       I think your grandmother, and maybe your mother too, would happily murder me first, Laura thought.  “I think we should talk about something else.”
       
       “Do you think Black Barbie has sex?” Alana asked, still feigning her earlier innocence but now clearly up to transparent mischief.  She held Black Barbie in one hand and walked her in an exaggerated rocking motion across the floor toward Laura.
       
       “Probably not.  She doesn’t seem to have all the equipment.”
       
       Alana broke into a broad smile.  “Right.  She doesn’t have a coozie.  Don’t you have to have a coozie to fuck?”
       
       “Alana!  Language!”
       
       “Sorry.”
       
       “You don’t want me to tell your mother you said that, right?”
       
       Alana smiled at her slyly.  “You won’t, will you?”  Her smile said: Don’t we have something special?  Something like sisters have, that doesn’t have to be shared with Mommy?
       
       Laura, as usual, could not resist her.  “No.  I won’t.  But you have to promise me you won’t say it again.”
       
       “I promise.”
       
       Nyomi called them to dinner, and Laura with great relief got to her feet and followed Alana into the dining room.  Later in bed, with Alana safely asleep (they hoped), Nyomi purred to Laura, “Who is going to suck my nipples like this in Sacramento and make me just ache to be fucked?”
       
       Laura momentarily stopped sucking and smiled up at her.  “I am.  I’m going to drive up there every chance I get and dive into bed with you and do this.” She ran her tongue all around one large dark umber areola and flicked the center stub with the tip of it before sucking the entire bulb again into her mouth.  
       
       “Ohhh god that feels good!” Nyomi gasped.
       
       “You know, I had a friend once who had nipples even bigger than yours.  Bigger than these lovelies.  And she said the other girls teased her about it.  As if they were too big.  How could they be too big?  Did that ever happen to you?”
       
       Nyomi bristled and tensed up.  “I don’t want to hear about your ‘friends.’  You mean some chick you were fucking, right?  Don’t tell me about that shit.  I hate thinking about it.  Just suck mine and shut up, okay?  It spoils it completely for me if I have to imagine you doing it to someone else too.”
       
       “I’m sorry.  I didn’t realize.”
       
       “And no, nobody ever teased me.  They did stare, though.  But I just took it as a compliment.  Men like big nipples.”  She made a provocative moue at Laura.  “Women too, apparently, if present company is any indication.”
       
       “Mmmmm, right again,” Laura said, making happy lip-smacking sounds.
       
       “Do you think she’s asleep?  I gave her another Benadryl pill.”
       
       “Shame on you.”
       
       “I want you to fuck me,” Nyomi pouted.  “When I get up to Sacramento you won’t be able to fuck me.”
       
       “I told you, I’ll drive up every chance I get.”
       
       “Liar.  Liar liar pants on fire.  I want you to fuck me now.”
       
       “Well, we can’t do it like last time.  We have to be quiet.  Discreet.”
       
       Their last time together had involved Laura, at Nyomi’s invitation, handcuffing Nyomi to the head rail, spanking her, and fucking her from behind with the strap-on while finger-raping her asshole, until Nyomi had erupted in screaming, shattering orgasms.  Definitely their kinkiest, and most thrilling, moment together yet.  
       
       “I know,” Nyomi agreed, her playful moue falling into a disappointed pout.  “God, you know I dream of that?  One night I woke up coming, reliving it, you know?  I’ve never been fucked like that in my life, until you.  No wonder I love you.”
       
       “Ah, now I see.  It’s only sex.”
       
       Nyomi softened.  Laura, who was still sucking her nipples, felt her whole head being pulled up, her lips being mashed by Nyomi’s.  “You know it’s not only sex.  I really do love you.”
       
       “I know,” Laura murmured into her teeth.  “I love you back.”
       
       “If you do, you’ll fuck me this instant.  I don’t care if she does wake up.”
       
       “Yes, you do!” Laura chimed.  “’Mommy moans loud.  You moan soft, Auntie Laura.’  Remember?”
       
       “How could I forget,” Nyomi frowned.  “My own kid giving her little critique of my sexual performance.”
       
       “I do have a gag in the trunk of my car,” Laura suggested.  “I never mentioned it before.  Thought it might be too kinky for you.”
       
       Nyomi beamed with fresh excitement.  “You delicious pervert.  Holding out on me.  Go and get it.”
       
       Laura stroked her cheek and kissed her sensual lips again.  “You know, if she walks in on us while you have a ball gag in your mouth, it won’t be easy to explain.”
       
       “Of course it will.  Mommy moans loud.  You just said it.  I’ll tell her I did it to protect her and not disturb her sleep.”
       
       “You are utterly shameless,” Laura said, slipping quickly into the house coat Nyomi usually loaned her at moments when covering up was necessary.  
       
       “Now you sound like my mother,” Nyomi smirked.  “’Shameless Jezebel!  Women aren’t meant to sleep with other women.  Your daughter will grow up warped and twisted.’  Just like her.”
       
       “I didn’t say anything about your daughter, you perverted hussy,” Laura teased, grabbing her keys.  “I’ll be right back.”
       
       She returned in three minutes with her small valise, patting her hair.  “It’s starting to rain out there.  See what you made me go through?  Now my hair is wet.”
       
       “Oh, come here, darling, and let Nyomi dry it off for you.”  She smoothed Laura’s hair with one hand while thrusting the other inside the house coat, cupping Laura’s naked breasts.  “Mmmmm, you’re all nakee under your clothes.  I think I’d like a taste of that.”
       
       She pulled Laura over to the bed, skimming the house coat off Laura’s body in the process.  Now they were both naked and they swarmed all over each other.  “I think you should fuck me first,” Laura whispered to her.  “Just to earn what’s coming to you.  Anyway,” she grinned, “I moan soft.  According to Alana.  She won’t hear me.”
       
       Nyomi nipped her neck.  “Wanna bet?  I’ll bet I can make you scream.  What will your precious little friend think of you then, when she hears you screaming while Mommy’s fucking you raw?”
       
       “We are both shameless hussies,” Laura told her.  She unzipped the valise and fished out the strap-on dildo and harness, handing them to Nyomi.  “Quick.  You’ve got me pretty horny.”
       
       Nyomi, who had become an expert at this, had the weapon in place in seconds and was pushing Laura onto her back, leaning over her, kissing her shoulders, her breasts, her neck.  “I am going to fuck you hard and fast, and you’re going to scream and come.”
       
       “Promises promises,” Laura teased her, yielding her body willingly to this marvelous woman, who proceeded to take her just as she had promised.
       
       There were plenty of positions to use, and they had tried them all, but Nyomi was in a romantic ‘love’ mood and wanted a face-to-face moment, just as she had earlier.  She slid the dildo deep into Laura’s oozing pussy and began to kiss her and fuck her at the same time, all the while cooing nonsense into Laura’s open mouth while she stabbed her tongue into it.  
       
       “You are the most beautiful woman,” she panted softly, sliding the strap-on dildo slowly in and out of Laura’s pussy, holding it with one hand to make sure it didn’t slip, fondling Laura’s breasts with her other hand, and all the while peppering her face and lips with hot kisses.  “I love you . . . and I love to fuck you . . . and I love you to fuck me . . . and you are the best thing . . . except Alana of course . . . that ever happened to me in my . . . whole . . . ungghh . . . life . . . unnmmhhh!”
       
       “Oh!” Laura yelped softly as the shaft pierced her more deeply.  “Ungghh!  Yes!”
       
       She wrapped her long legs around Nyomi and began to pump and swivel her pelvis in tune with Nyomi’s increasingly rapid and rough thrusting, knowing she was only a few more seconds away from a delicious climax.  “I love you too!” she panted, grimacing as the thrusting and pumping became more intense.  “Oh god . . . honey . . .”
       
       “Don’t scream, you’ll wake her up!” Nyomi gasped near the very end, reversing her earlier threat to make Laura cry out.  
       
       This was so funny, and so typical, that they both nearly burst out in laughter, but the sexual tornado that was building inside Laura was so threatening and overpowering that it swept their incipient laughter away and replaced it with a crazy medley of snuffling and groaning and gasping and gurgling.
       
       “Oh god, you bitch, you’re making me come!” Laura half-giggled as she felt the waves surging within her churning body.
       
       “I know . . . I know . . . don’t scream,” Nyomi half-laughed back at her.
       
       But then they stopped laughing.  Nyomi gripped Laura in a vise and stabbed the dildo deep into her, and Laura began to come unbelievably.
       
       “Annngghhmmmnnnn!  Annngghmnnnn!” she hummed and groaned, trying to keep it down, trying to muffle her ecstasy under a continuous mumble, feeling her body meanwhile explode with starbursts of pleasure under Nyomi’s persistent pumping.
       
       Her body shuddered and strained, then quivered in a soft seizure of bliss for what seemed like twenty minutes but was only ten or twenty seconds.  Still panting, she let her consciousness flow through her flesh so that she could feel every inch of Nyomi’s marvelous body glued to her own, feel Nyomi’s warm breath on her cheek, feel Nyomi’s tongue rooting inside her mouth.
       
       “Oh god, you’re going to kill me with love,” she giggled softly into Nyomi’s teeth, pushing her back a little so that she could speak.  “Enough, girl, enough!  I can’t breathe!”
       
       “Sorry,” Nyomi grinned, propping herself up on her hands, swishing her incredible breasts in Laura’s face.  “I need you to fuck me now.  Quick.  I’m so damned horny I’m going to explode.”
       
       “Don’t I get a brief moment to recover?”
       
       Nyomi pouted, rolling off Laura, slipping out of the strap-on harness, reaching for a towel.  “You get exactly one minute.  I’m running like a river for you.”
       
       “Goody,” Laura said, swarming over her, pushing her down onto her back, kissing her naked body everywhere.  “You know how I love to kiss the black orchid.”
       
       Nyomi had the most beautiful pussy, a big black floppy-lipped flower that Laura, ever the monstrously oral fanatic, could never get enough of slurping and sucking.  But often Nyomi wanted to be fucked more than eaten, and she was not shy about making her wishes known. 
       
       “Not now . . . not now . . .” she panted, pulling Laura up to face her.  “Put it on and fuck me.  You can lick the orchid later.  I need it.  I need your hard cock in me.”
       
       Laura broke into a smile.  “How can I refuse?  It’s so nice to be needed.”
       
       But she continued kissing Nyomi’s naked body, licking it, sucking it, sucking Nyomi’s large dark nipples again, sucking her earlobe, sliding one hand down her voluptuous, undulating body to her crotch, twiddling the damp muff hairs until her fingertips grazed the swollen wet lips of Nyomi’s blossoming cunt.
       
       “Ahhhh!” Nyomi gasped, gnawing her full lower lip.  “Oh yes!”
       
       Laura realized that Nyomi’s need was indeed very great.  Her pussy was a greasy, slippery cauldron of fuck-hunger.  She was, to put it mildly, in a seething frenzy, as if fucking Laura to a quick climax had fanned the flames not only of her natural lust but her impending sorrow, the sadness that had reduced her to tears in the living room.  All this was bundled together in a confusing mix of longing, and sorrow, and fierce physical hunger that begged for an outlet, a culmination that only a wrenching, Laura-provided orgasm would satisfy.
       
       Laura could sense it and quickly moved to fulfill it.  She slipped easily into the strap-on harness and fished in the little valise for the ball gag.  Nyomi’s eyes widened as she saw it in Laura’s hand, but she did not flinch.  “Yes!”
       
       But she stopped Laura just before the ball went into her mouth.  “Last time . . . when you put your finger in my ass while you were fucking me?”
       
       Laura nodded, waiting.
       
       “God, I came so hard!  I don’t know why, but I did.  Do it again?”
       
       “Of course, my love,” Laura smiled.  
       
       Nyomi frowned.  “Don’t say that when you don’t mean it.”
       
       “I do mean it.”
       
       But Nyomi did not want to quarrel about it.  “Fuck me hard.  Make me scream.”
       
       “Your wish is my command.”
       
       Nyomi’s eyes widened again, throbbing grey eyes, flashing with sexual excitement, as Laura fastened the gag in place.  Then she turned over onto her stomach, presenting her magnificent round up-curving bottom to Laura.  It was a great ass, a big one, but a great one, Laura reflected as she knee-walked on the mattress and slipped over between Nyomi’s spread legs.  The woman’s gorgeous, puckering black pussy was clearly visible where they came together, all raw and wet and pink inside, and Laura carefully guided the bulbous head of the dildo into the inflamed crease, sliding it slowly home.
       
       “Ummngghhpphh!” Nyomi grunted softly as she felt the shaft impaling her.
       
       She turned her head, as if to look back over her shoulder at Laura, but could only wince as Laura withdrew the shaft and plunged it home again, this time more vigorously.
       
       “Aunhgmmpphhh!”
       
       Now Laura began a smooth, even rhythm, not rough, but slow and penetrating, rubbing and lovingly massaging Nyomi’s magnificent dark back, bending forward to kiss her shoulder blades, pushing up her hair to kiss the nape of her neck, while sliding the dildo in deep, feeling Nyomi’s whole body tense and quiver with each deep thrust.
       
       “Mmmm, I love to fuck you . . .” she murmured,  grabbing her shoulders hard with her hands, rearing up to plunge the shaft more sharply and deeper into Nyomi’s flexing body.  “I love you  . . . and I love to fuck you . . . and even when you’re in Sacramento I’m going to drive up there and fuck you like this . . . and fuck you until you scream and explode . . .”
       
       “Mmmnngggg!” Nyomi whimpered and keened softly, her body responding more and more to Laura’s thrusting with frantic undulations.
       
       Laura did not realize they were doing it so wildly until she began to hear the bed springs singing and creaking.  This hard thrusting and surging seemed to have overtaken them without her knowing it, so that they were now grunting and panting and fucking with fierce, passionate energy, their bodies colliding, and their gasps puncturing the air.  Nyomi’s squeals were muffled by the ball strapped into her mouth, but Laura could hear her own fierce little grunts and was amazed and shocked, immediately trying to control them, to swallow them, so they wouldn’t awaken Alana.  God, I’m a vile rapist, she thought, just savaging this lovely creature, and she’s loving every instant of it, isn’t she.
       
       Almost at the last second—or was it?—she remembered Nyomi’s request.  It was by now too late to lubricate her finger; Nyomi seemed about to come at any moment.  But there was enough sweat in Nyomi’s crack to moisten her fingertip a little, and she quickly found Nyomi’s rosebud with it, sliding it in and fucking her with it as she increased the thrusting tempo of her hips to slam the dildo faster into Nyomi’s clinging cunt.
       
       Maybe it wasn’t the last second.  Nyomi, though momentarily stiffening as Laura’s finger penetrated her ass, seemed then to be raised to another physical level of arousal, settling again into a sharp, fervid rhythm of fucking for a few more seconds, as the crescendo began again.  
       
       “Unnmmggg . . . uunnnmmggg . . .” she hummed and gurgled, snuffling as she tried to breathe through her nose only, undulating under Laura’s probing thrusts, swirling her pelvis back into Laura as if to urge her on.  “Unngghhmmmnnngg!”
       
       “Oh yes, baby, oh yes!” Laura panted, leaning forward, brushing her naked breasts against Nyomi’s long bare back, nipping her shoulders again with her teeth.  “Yes . . . do it . . . do it!”
       
       “Unngghhmmmmnngg!”
       
       “Yes!”
       
       Then Nyomi stiffened again.  Her long, voluptuous body leaped under Laura, as she rose up wildly on her knees and elbows, gripped by a fierce spasm.
       
       “Auunmmnnggiieeeeee!” she suddenly wailed, her voice blocked by the ball in her mouth but still, it seemed to Laura, filling the bedroom, throbbing and shrieking as she came violently.  
       
       She was a large and very strong woman and very nearly threw off Laura as her body flexed and shuddered, crushed by an epic orgasm that nevertheless only resulted in tight squeaks and snuffling, choked off groans, so effective was the ball gag in blocking her usual throaty cries.  But it also was effective in blocking her breathing, which Laura realized as the first spasms passed.  Quickly she tore open the Velcro strap and pulled the ball of out Nyomi’s mouth.
       
       “Oh god . . . ohhhhh goddddddd!” Nyomi gurgled, spluttering and still wincing as she half-raised her head off the sheet.  “Too fast . . . it happened too fast!  I wanted it to last another half hour!”
       
       Laura lay lightly forward onto her back, mashing her breasts into it, and kissed Nyomi everywhere she could reach with her lips.  “You know,” she whispered, “that finger in the ass trick is like pulling the trigger.”
       
       Nyomi was still panting too hard to reply.  “Tell me about it,” she finally said.  She winced again as Laura pulled up and extracted dildo and finger from her still-throbbing body.  “I guess we at least foiled Miss Has-To-Know-Everything down the hall.”
       
       “Haven’t heard a peep out of her yet,” Laura smiled.  
       
       They cuddled and kissed for a long moment.  “If she popped in on us right now, what would we say?” Nyomi asked softly.  “I mean, we’re naked and kissing and . . . god, we’re really loving each other!”  And the tears, this time silent tears, began to roll down her cheeks again.
       
       “Oh honey . . . oh honey, don’t cry.”  Laura kissed them away, but they kept coming.
       
       “I’m a fine one,” Nyomi sniffled.  “I start the evening by crying and end it by crying.”
       
       “Who said it’s the ending?” Laura grinned, clutching her tight, and lightly pinching her splendid bottom.  
       
       Nyomi giggled softly, sniffling again, but she did meet Laura’s kiss with a long, achingly romantic kiss back.  “In Act Two,” she said, “the demanding, haughty, and thoroughly spoiled little black girl gets her pussy destroyed again by the same raging plastic dick.  Right?”
       
       “Right.  Now . . . pop down the hallway and check on your angel and get us a beer to share from the kitchen while I do a little pee.”
       
       “How romantic.”
       
       “Romance comes in many forms,” Laura smiled as she hopped off the bed.
       
       “Just for that I’m going to make you suck my toes first,” Nyomi smiled wickedly, sliding down behind Laura and pulling on her fluffy yellow robe.
       
       “Nummm!” Laura winked, disappearing into the bathroom.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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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. 



