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Chapter 237
The day after her tryst with Stevie in Stevie's
expensive hotel room, Laura got a call at work from Rhonda's
secretary, asking if she could meet briefly with Rhonda at
eleven.
"Of course," Laura said, in a clipped, brusque manner,
actually terrified.
How did she find out? she wondered. How could she have
found out? Oh god. She hates me so much, this is all it
will take for her to get me fired, the cunt. Nevertheless,
she took several deep breaths and tried to be poised and
confident, ready to brush aside any accusatory innuendoes or
nasty surmises that Rhonda might feel inclined to make.
At eleven o'clock, she went, as summoned. It turned
out Rhonda was in a wonderful mood, smiling, dressed to the
nines, her deep blue eyes sparkling with an inner fire that
Stevie had put there, Laura had no doubt. Stevie, though
full of herself, knew how to make you pant, knew how to make
you grateful. She had done it for Laura, and probably did
double or triple that with Rhonda, whom she claimed was
sweeter than Laura anyway. Certainly richer. More
powerful. You are such a cynic, Laura, she thought.
"Oh Laura, sit down, you're looking so lovely these
days, is it your hair? Your complexion is so rich and tawny
looking, have you been out in the sun? I can't do that, I
just burn. Just like a lobster. Have a seat."
Laura smiled politely. "You wanted to see me?"
Rhonda shuffled some folders on her desk. "Yes. I
realize you worked closely with that consulting firm down in
Burlingame." She looked significantly across her desk into
Laura's eyes. "You remember the one? That stunning woman
Deshona Reed was up here all the time." Rhonda leaned
forward and lowered her voice. "Forgive me for getting
personal."
This was nearly funny enough to make Laura burst out
laughing. She and Rhonda had slept together several times,
though it was long ago now. They shared the same taste in
women, though, and had been skirmishing about it for years.
There was hardly an issue between them that wasn't personal.
"Did you ever make a pass at her?" Rhonda asked in a
hushed, conspiratorial voice.
Is she trying to trap me? Laura wondered. The cunt.
Getting me to admit something like that right here in her
office? For all I know, she's got a tape recorder running.
"She is very beautiful, that's true," Laura said
evenly. "I think the project was too important to
jeopardize by allowing my personal feelings to get in the
way."
Rhonda's blue eyes flickered with wicked amusement.
"But you wanted to. I knew it."
Laura smiled and fought her way through a mild blush,
temporarily unable to speak. Sensing her discomfort, and
possibly feeling a little guilty herself for bringing up the
subject, Rhonda charged forward. She was thinking of hiring
Deshona's firm for another upcoming project and wanted
Laura's opinion on their expertise to handle it. Since the
new project would not involve Laura at all, she felt no
hesitation in recommending Deshona. Rhonda made no further
allusions to the possibility that Laura had got Deshona into
bed, which in any case was a wild speculation since Deshona
had such a cold, forbidding exterior that no one would have
thought it possible.
But before Laura could gracefully leave her office,
Rhonda lowered her voice again. "So . . . how do you like
working for Ada? Isn't she too gorgeous?"
Except for that horrible Texas lunch whistle of a
voice, Laura wanted to say. But she smiled sweetly. Stevie
says Rhonda's sweet, so I'll just have to out-sweet her. In
fact, April and Sholandra said that too. Maybe the cunt is
really sweet after all. To others, at least.
"We have a very professional relationship," Laura
replied, trying to kill the subject right there.
"Oh, I didn't mean to imply otherwise," Rhonda said
quickly. Laura thought she detected a small hint of a blush
blooming behind Rhonda's cheeks, though it passed quickly.
"Anyway," now Rhonda turned brusque and businesslike, "I
guess you should know that Stevie and I patched up our
quarrel and we're a couple again."
"So I heard," Laura dared saying.
Rhonda frowned, then bit her lower lip. "Randi told
you. Oh god, I didn't mean to hurt her." Rhonda's eyes
watered theatrically. "Have you ever been in love, Laura?"
Me? Laura thought. In love? Surely you jest. I'm
usually in love with four or five delectable creatures at
once. "Yes," she said quietly, not really meeting Rhonda's
eyes.
Rhonda was silent. When Laura glanced up at her, she
saw an unfamiliar expression in Rhonda's eyes, a soft,
vulnerable, imploring stare.
"You know . . . we could be friends, if we tried,"
Rhonda said softly.
Laura stood up from her chair. "We are friends," she
said, as if it were a trivial enough thing to be.
Friends. She wondered if Rhonda were trying to trap
her into some kind of admission about Ada. I'll bet you'd
like to crawl all over that wonderful voluptuous black naked
body yourself, wouldn't you, you cunt, Laura thought,
smiling tightly now. It was an uncomfortable moment.
"Yes," Rhonda said, looking out the window,
contemplating the failure of her overtures. "We are, I
guess. Okay . . . thanks for your opinion."
Laura felt like her face was frozen in a thin rictus of
scorn mixed with humiliating and deferential good cheer as
she left Rhonda's office and returned to her own smaller
one. Inside, she let her features relax. Does she suspect
something about me and Ada? she wondered. Ada did not
report to Rhonda, but Rhonda's influence was much more
extensive than hers, and Rhonda could make trouble if she
wanted to. On the other hand, Rhonda was as happy as Little
Bo Peep now that her little black sheep Playmate had come
home.
When Laura dropped by Ada's office briefly to have a
voucher signed, she was dismayed and aroused at the same
time to find that Ada had visited her hair dresser again,
apparently, and had her hair swept up in a stylish spiral
behind her head, making the shape of her face look somehow
different, more angular, and exposing again the beautiful
contours of her smooth neck. Her dismay came directly from
her arousal. Oh god, I think she's getting better looking
every day! she thought. Secretly, Laura thought that their
relationship, specifically their wonderfully exhausting but
complicated sexual involvement, was making Ada happy,
happier than ever, and that it was showing in her sunny
outlook. She now smiled almost all the time.
"God, I love your hair," Laura blurted out, not
realizing until after she said it that it sounded more like
a sexual remark than a simple compliment.
Or maybe it didn't. She wondered. Would an impartial
observer have felt this thrilling electrical current that
now ran between them each time they met? Would they see how
desperately I want her, and how excited she is to know it?
Ada looked around nervously, obviously feeling the same
way, even though they were alone in her office. Then her
black eyes fixed Laura's eyes, brimming with sexual love and
happiness. She shook her head, as if to say, Don't talk
like that around here, darling. People will think we're-
Fucking? Laura telegraphed back with her own eyes.
This expression made Ada giggle softly.
"Do you like it?" She raised one hand to the swirl.
"I think it makes me look different. I didn't know whether
you'd like it."
She phrased this as if to suggest that she was now
arranging her appearance specifically to please Laura, or to
secure her sexual attentions, which both pleased and
disturbed Laura. But she couldn't resist her feelings. In
a barely audible whisper, she said,
"It makes me want to play tennis with you."
Ada had to turn her face away, not trusting herself to
look into Laura's eyes, smiling like a bashful young
adolescent. Laura herself turned beet red. She knew if
they were alone, they would be tearing off one another's
clothes at this very instant, kissing savagely. Somehow,
the sexual desire between them had grown stronger rather
than weaker over the weeks of their intimacy.
Ada stacked and restacked some folders and other papers
on her desk, trying to look busy and not consumed by sexual
fires. She seemed completely flummoxed, and Laura realized
that she was not used to feeling this way: out of control,
intensely flattered, wildly erotic, and devastatingly
attractive.
"It must have the guys turning their heads, too," Laura
added softly.
Ada glanced at her, eyes aslant. "Actually, there is a
man who's been paying a little more attention to me," she
said, as if to pique Laura's interest, and perhaps jealousy.
"Maybe you know him, Mark Palmer? He runs the Borderland
retail division over in Phoenix? He was so nice to me.
Invited me to dinner."
Uh oh, Laura thought. Did you sleep with him? She
tried to feign indifference. "I'm not surprised."
Now Ada looked directly, deeply, into her eyes. "I
want to play tennis with you, too. Unfortunately, I don't
have any time until Saturday. I have to fly to Dallas
tomorrow for a meeting. Then I'm tied up all day in
meetings Friday. Is Saturday okay?"
Laura smiled. "I thought we might try my place this
time. I've got a park just two blocks from my apartment.
We shouldn't give the guys out in Walnut Creek all the fun
of watching us. We could spread it around."
"Ooohhh, and I've got a new tennis outfit I'm dying for
you to see," Ada bubbled, her terrible Texas twang beginning
to wind up and curdle the fluids in Laura's inner ear as she
grew more excited.
"I can't wait. It's a date," Laura said, giving her a
significant stare.
Ada was actually breathing more heavily than usual as
she finally signed Laura's voucher. Her shapely, smooth,
black hand was so beautiful that Laura wanted to grab it and
kiss it while the pen was moving. And Ada's beautiful
smooth dark neck, more exposed by her upswept hair, was an
almost irresistible invitation to her lips. How she would
be able to wait until Saturday she didn't know.
Fortunately, she had some help. Yvette, whose husband
Arthur was in L.A. for the evening, postponed picking up her
daughter at childcare and popped by Laura's apartment after
work for a thrilling, inflammable hour. Yvette was only the
third woman Laura had ever slept with, and their sex still
had the power nearly to incinerate them both. In addition,
its intensity was probably heightened by the fact that
Yvette's opportunities for sex with Laura were few and far
between. For a long time, they had engaged in very risky
behavior, fucking in vacant offices and lounges at work, but
several close calls had discouraged them from repeating that
lately.
Then, in an even more moving development, Laura had run
into April in the lobby newsstand, and April had boldly
invited her over to her small studio apartment in Oakland
for dinner. Dinner had not come until eleven o'clock.
Laura felt sorry for April mainly because she had been
kicked back and forth between Laura and Rhonda, clearly
desirable to each of them, but not enough for them to focus
on her totally. Rhonda had swept April aside for Randi,
then both of them for the returning Stevie. Laura had her
usual complement of complicated relationships, and also
feared what Rhonda would do if she learned that Laura was
sleeping with April again.
But the physical attraction between them remained, and
April seemed resigned to being an occasional plaything,
which made Laura feel doubly guilty. But she overcame her
embarrassment and shame enough to give the quiet, unassuming
girl nine wrenching climaxes, and herself seven, before they
finally got around to dinner. It was a sweet evening, with
no unspoken expectations, and Laura had left with only a
partial residue of the heavy load of guilt she had been
carrying initially.
When Saturday came, she felt rested, tranquil, even
satiated, not desperately horny, as she knew she would have
been without her interludes with Yvette and April. In the
late morning Ada arrived wearing a long-oversized sweatshirt
over her new tennis dress, looking baggy and droll and tired
from her flights and meetings. Inside Laura's apartment,
however, she pulled the sweatshirt over her head-very
carefully so as not to disturb the fancy back-swirl of her
hair-and revealed her newest acquisition.
Laura was paralyzed with lust. The new tennis outfit
was exactly the same as the old one, patterned after the
revealing ones worn by Venus Williams, but this time it was
not white but a deep, goldenrod yellow. The fabric still
curved forward at the waist, leaving both sides of Ada's
midriff bare, and nearly her entire back below the upper
strap.
"Oh god, I've never seen anything so beautiful as you,"
Laura gasped, feeling a hot, familiar throbbing deep inside
her pussy.
The goldenrod color somehow enhanced the already sleek
and smooth gleaming quality of Ada's rich black velvet skin.
Her large, puffy nipples were even more visible than they
had been in the white costume, soft bulbs protruding from
her full, round breasts, their contours clear under the thin
cloth. Ada saw Laura staring at them.
"There you go looking at my boobs again," she teased
Laura.
"I think if you play tennis in that, we may have to
call the fire department," Laura said, half-reeling in a
hypnotic sexual trance.
Ada's eyelids grew heavy, drooping sexily. She had
seen herself in this outfit, in the mirror, and had known
the effect it would have on Laura. "Maybe we can just skip
the tennis today and get right on with the rest," she
breathed, almost inaudibly.
"I was just thinking the same thing," Laura said,
approaching her, dropping her own tennis racquet on a nearby
chair as she advanced.
They embraced by the door and began kissing with slow,
emotional familiarity. Laura ran her fingertips all over
the naked part of Ada's back where the tennis outfit was cut
away, feeling rushing hot arrows of sexual excitement course
through her entire body.
"I missed you while you were in Dallas," Laura breathed
into her ear.
Ada giggled girlishly. "Oh . . . you did not. A few
weeks ago you didn't even know who I was."
"I know now." Laura kissed her neck, up and down,
slowly, stopping under her ear, nipping her earlobe, then
kissing back down to her throat. "I love your new hairdo,
too. I wanted to kiss your neck like this when I was in
your office."
"You're giving me the shivers," Ada gasped.
"Oh good. And I want to kiss you here."
Slowly, Laura dropped to her knees and pressed her lips
against the taut skin of Ada's bare midriff, where the
tennis outfit curved in toward the center of her stomach.
She kissed the entire large dark brown crescent of skin and
flesh, then moved her lips to the other side and kissed it
too. Ada looked down at her, tenderly brushing the top of
Laura's head with her fingers.
"Lord, you really know how to turn a girl on, don't
you," she sighed softly.
Laura looked up at her, her lips still pressed to the
warm, smooth skin of Ada's bare midriff. "I love your
body."
Ada smiled back, clearly enjoying Laura's worshipful
caresses, but also clearly nervous.
"I always feel so awkward . . . and sort of . . . you
know, guilty, when we do this," she stammered. "I can't get
over feeling it's so . . . wrong. You know? Like, two
girls aren't supposed to do this."
Again slowly, Laura stood up, facing her. "Oh, Ada,"
she said softly, caressing Ada's cheek with one finger.
"Tell me you're not wet."
Ada giggled, looking down, embarrassed. "I am wet.
But that doesn't mean I don't feel guilty."
"You come with me and I'll give you something to feel
guilty about," Laura said, pulling her toward the bedroom by
one hand.
Obediently, Ada followed. She had never been in
Laura's bedroom. All their encounters prior to this one had
been in Ada's townhouse.
Laura could hardly keep her hands off Ada. She had
fucked the past two nights exuberantly with Yvette and
April, but her body felt a fresh and almost pristine
sensuality when she had Ada in her arms, as if it were all
new, she had never done this before, and both of them were
going to experience a pleasure so fierce and incandescent
that it would burn them beyond recognition. She wondered if
Ada felt the same way, and that was why she claimed to be
overcome by guilt.
Laura's tennis dress unzipped in the back, and she
reached behind and slowly ran the zipper down, looking into
Ada's eyes. Ada's, however, was a one-piece, form-fitting
garment that had to be pulled up over her head and then
pulled down her legs. She hooked her thumbs under the
sports-bra band of fabric at the top and started to pull the
strap that ran across her back up over her head, her eyes
still fixed solemnly on Laura's.
By now, Laura's white, skimpy dress had fallen to her
ankles. She wore a sports-bra under it, and stood before
Ada naked except for the bra. Ada pulled the tight strap
over her head and peeled the richly yellow goldenrod fabric
down, exposing her magnificent large breasts. She looked
down at them before going any further, and Laura devoured
them with her eyes. Ada's large, gleaming, deeply black,
soft and puffy nipples reminded her of Rina's and Trina's,
thick, dark, glimmering, mouthwatering plums.
Ada looked up and saw Laura's hungry eyes on her naked
breasts. She smiled slyly. "Sometimes you look at me the
way a wolf looks at a chicken," she murmured.
Smiling without replying, Laura lifted her own sports
bra over her head, shaking free her hair, tossing the bra
across the room, a movement that made her own, small,
perfect breasts shimmy and sway. She saw Ada's eyes on them
too.
"Feeling's mutual, you naughty thing," she whispered,
with a half-smile.
Ada's eyes were pulsing with sex, and she seemed more
aroused than Laura had ever seen her. Maybe she's getting
more comfortable with this, Laura thought. More used to the
fact that she wants me to do it as much as I want to. She
watched Ada peel the rest of the tennis outfit down her
glossy black thighs, down her calves. Bending over made her
large, swelling breasts swoop out and dangle, a sight that
made the hot pulse rise even faster in Laura's throat.
But now they were naked, at least. Laura reached over
and took Ada's hand. "Come over here on the bed, boss, and
give me my performance review," she breathed.
Ada did as requested, but with an uncomfortable smile.
The fact that she was really Laura's boss continued to
bother her, given the wild, hot paroxysms of coming Laura
was able to inspire in her body, and the total loss of
control. Ada did not crave power or want to exercise it
over her direct reports, but she was very dignified and
measured, with a fine sense of corporate proportions, since
she had carefully and diligently risen to a position of
influence and responsibility.
She lay down face to face with Laura, her eyes still
pulsing with hot sex, but now vaguely troubled too. "Don't
think of me as your boss, Laura," she whispered. "When we
do this . . . it's just . . . us. I love it. I don't want
it to have anything to do with work."
Laura kissed her cheek, her jaw, her neck, her ear,
bringing her hands up to Ada's magnificent, out-jutting,
firm breasts, gently pinching the plump, thick bulbs of
Ada's soft nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"Mmmm, I love it too," she purred. "I don't want to do
anything that upsets you."
Her lips arrived at Ada's very sensual mouth, and they
kissed emotionally for a long time, breaking off the kiss
now and then to murmur sweetly to each other, or kiss each
other's neck, shoulders, cheeks, but then their mouths met
again, and this time the kiss grew more heated. Laura
thrust her tongue deep into Ada's open mouth. Ada responded
in kind, digging her fingers into Laura's naked back, raping
Laura's mouth with her strong, probing tongue.
When they broke the kiss off, both were panting and
overwrought.
"I don't know how you get me to feel this way," Ada
panted softly, delirious with fresh sexual need. "I never
felt it before . . . with anybody."
Laura was too busy to reply. She was kissing the
smooth dark skin of Ada's shoulders, while slipping lower,
holding Ada's full round breasts in her hands, bringing her
lips closer to one large nipple. Finally, her mouth reached
it. She had no patience to lick it first, to tease and
torment it, but sucked the huge, soft bulb into her mouth
immediately.
"Aanngghhh!" Ada gasped, throwing her head back, her
whole body briefly seizing up as the intensity of sensation
shot through her.
Laura had noticed before that Ada's lovely, huge
nipples were extra-sensitive, but this time it seemed even
clearer. The way Ada's whole body tensed up when Laura
sucked her nipple aroused Laura further, and she cupped the
full, firm globe of Ada's breast in both hands, sucking the
wet, stiffening, pulpy plum even further into her mouth.
Ada squirmed and whimpered uncontrollably.
"Oh! Oh god . . . Laura! Oh god yes, oh I've never
felt this way! Oh . . . bite it. Yes . . . I mean it . . .
bite it, Laura! Yes! Just a little! Not hard!"
Laura knew exactly what she meant. Ada's body was
trembling and shaking in a way Laura had never been able to
make it do-or only briefly-before. When she came, she shook
like this. Laura realized, probably before Ada did, that
Ada was going to come this time too, most likely right now.
She was so wildly aroused that she was twisting and mewling
deliriously.
It had been a while since Laura had given a woman an
orgasm only by sucking her nipples. Not every woman could
come that way, and it was nearly always a surprise to both
participants. This time was no different. Ada was moaning
and churning and quivering, and Laura, in response to her
desperate requests, began to sink the edges of her teeth
fairly gently, then a little more roughly, into the wide,
swollen areola of her large nipple.
This had the desired effect. Ada stiffened in the
midst of her frantic quivering, and a tiny, clotted squeal
escaped from her throat.
"Ummggiiee!"
Laura squeezed the firm ball of flesh with both hands
and sank her teeth in further, sucking Ada's wet nipple hard
at the same time.
"Ummggiiee!" Ada squealed again. "Oh! Oh yes . . . oh
god Laura yes! Ungghmmnnggiieeeee!" she cried out, her body
suddenly thrashing in tight convulsions as a fierce,
shocking orgasm wrenched her. "Ohhnnnggggg! Ungghh!
Ohnnnnn!"
Laura withdrew her teeth and stopped sucking, but she
continued to hold Ada's throbbing nipple gently in her mouth
until Ada was finished coming and slumped back to the
mattress, gasping and whinnying softly in a distant, aching
sigh. Laura still held it there, laving it tenderly with
her tongue, feeling tiny aftershocks of coming wrack Ada's
body. Finally, she slowly released it.
She lifted her head and kissed Ada's cheek.
"Oh god, I don't know what happened," Ada gasped.
"I do," Laura smiled. She gently kneaded Ada's large,
still-damp nipple with her fingers. "This is the orgasm
nipple. Maybe the other one is too, want to try?"
Ada shook her head in disbelief. She whispered to
Laura hoarsely, her words choked and reluctant.
"I have actually gone years without an orgasm, do you
know that? I mean, certain periods."
Laura smiled sympathetically. "Nothing to be ashamed
of."
Still Ada was shaking her head, unable to understand
what she had just done. "And then . . . all you do is touch
me, and I go up like a firecracker or something."
"I did a little more than touch you."
"You sure did."
"I want to touch you again."
Laura resumed caressing Ada's voluptuous, silky black
body, returning to her breasts, really wanting to try for
another orgasm with Ada's other beautifully swollen nipple.
"Sure you won't try?" she teased, licking it
tantalizingly.
"No . . . please," Ada pushed her head down, clearly
wanting Laura between her legs, between her yawning thighs,
beginning to moan softly as Laura kissed her way slowly down
Ada's palpitating stomach and belly to her crotch.
Ada had a big, juicy, meaty, fat pussy, with a large
clit, not as large as Randi's but close, a swelling,
purplish, shiny marble at the very top, just waiting to be
licked, loved, and sucked, and nearly swallowed. Laura
always did her best to oblige, and this time she attacked
the beautiful distended berry with a fresh sense of purpose,
wanting to capitalize on the state of arousal she knew Ada
was still in.
Ada began to writhe and moan, her frenzied fingers
spastically gripping Laura's scalp through the billows of
Laura's hair, as Laura's tongue and lips sweetly tormented
her gaping slit. Just moments ago, Ada had come so quickly,
without warning, that her tight, helpless squeals had
punctuated the silence, then died away quickly. Laura had
given them no thought, in the excitement.
But now Ada's moans began to be inflected by the
horrible, nasal, Texas whine and twang that made Laura
cringe. And she realized also that she had forgotten
completely about the Gibsons, her new neighbors upstairs.
Ada was beautiful, her full, voluptuous, classically
gorgeous woman's body surging and twisting, her large
breasts rolling and jiggling, her hips churning, her sleek
thighs flexing, as Laura hungrily devoured her streaming,
inflamed, open pussy. And Laura was pleased and thrilled by
the contrast of Ada's curvaceous, fleshy body with the lean,
angular beauty of Stevie's, and also Yvette's, whom she had
been doing this with only days earlier. But at the same
time, the rising, keening horn-like peal of Ada's aroused
voice was beginning to fill her apartment just as it filled
her ears, and she knew that when Ada came again, as she
would do momentarily, it would be even worse.
Also, her struggling and writhing had loosened the pins
that held up the stylish swirl of Ada's new hairdo behind
her head, and her thick black hair came free, spilling
around her neck and making her look tousled and wild and
fiercely attractive to Laura, more desirable than ever,
wanton and crazy with sexual need. Ada's wild, sensual
appearance aroused Laura's lust to a hotter pitch, and she
almost forgot the keening loudness of Ada's moans in the
heat of her passion.
She swarmed all over Ada's beautiful undulating body,
swooping up again to kiss and suck her swirling, rolling,
large breasts, then spotting out of the corner of her eye
the small sports bag she had used to carry the double dildo
to Stevie's hotel room. The bag was sitting on the small
vanity table next to the bed, with the dildo still inside.
In a flash, she was off the bed, unzipping the bag, then
hopping back to the bed, swarming all over Ada again,
kissing her, peppering her face with kisses, squeezing her
round breasts, pinching her large, sensitive nipples.
"Ohhhh . . . oh Laura oh god . . . it all feels so
good!" Ada moaned, twisting.
"I'm going to make you come so hard," Laura murmured
heatedly in her ear.
"Oh yes. Oh yes," Ada whimpered, half-delirious with
sexual excitement.
Slipping between Ada's thighs, Laura had no trouble
introducing one ballooning head of the huge double dildo
into the gaping, slippery, inflamed mouth of Ada's open
pussy. It went in fairly easily, sliding a couple of inches
deep, though Ada's wet, glistening black cunt lips had to
stretch to receive the thick tube, which really was a
monster. Laura quickly reminded herself how monstrously big
it was by sliding the other bulbous head into her own pussy,
biting her lower lip and whinnying softly as she felt the
shaft penetrate her.
"Unhh!" she gasped. "Oh . . . oh! God, I forgot how
big it is."
Crouching between Ada's spread thighs, hovering over
her luscious body, Laura held the fat, hard tube that ran
between their impaled cunts in one hand, slowly lowering
herself onto it while pushing it further into Ada's
receptive channel. Only now did Ada's eyes flutter open, as
if she were startled by the feeling of this huge invader
sliding up into her body. She looked up into Laura's eyes,
peering through the curtain of Laura's own hair that dangled
in a ragged flag across her face. Ada's eyes were red and
glazed and fiery, but also laced with a streak of mild
panic.
"What is that?" she panted, looking down her body at
the huge thing protruding from her pussy, and also stuffed
up into Laura's.
"It's going to take us both to heaven, darling," Laura
panted, leaning down, dragging her hair across Ada's face,
brushing Ada's naked breasts with her own, slowly pushing
the monster further into both of their bodies.
"Uhnnn!" Ada gasped. "God . . . it's big!"
Ada grimaced, but it was not totally in pain. Again
she looked up searchingly into Laura's eyes. Laura bent
down and kissed her savagely, beginning slowly to grind her
hips, slowly pushing the huge cocks in and out of their
throbbing slits.
"Tell me what you want, preacher's daughter," Laura
teased her in a guttural whisper, slithering her tongue into
Ada's marvelous shiny black ear.
"Oh! Unghhh! Oh god, Laura . . ." Ada panted,
writhing more sexily than ever under Laura's body now. "Oh
. . . do it to me," she gasped, wildly aroused, but still
half-embarrassed to be goaded by Laura into begging like
this.
Laura smiled, gyrating her pelvis, pumping a little
harder now, feeling the long, slippery, fat snake slide up
into her pussy with each circular thrust, and glancing down
to see the other end disappear up into Ada's crammed cunt,
watching Ada's glossy cunt lips cling to it when it slid
partially back out again. She moved the hand that held the
shaft in the middle down closer to Ada's pussy so that she
could rub the knuckle of one finger against the thick,
bulging marble of Ada's clit with each thrust too, and it
had the desired effect. Ada groaned and quivered each time.
"Anngghhhh! Oh! Oh . . . Laura! Please!"
"What do you want, preacher's daughter?" Laura breathed
again into her ear, teasing and tormenting her, plunging the
dildo more deeply into Ada's pussy now, and into her own
too. "What do you want me to do? Do you want to come
again? Do you want to come hard?"
"Oh . . . yes! Oh god, Laura, please."
"Please what? Unh! Unh!"
Laura now fucked her heatedly, rubbing and mashing the
throbbing, squinchy wet berry of Ada's clit under her hand
with each forward motion, feeling Ada's squirming, luscious,
writhing body shudder and stiffen as Ada approached another
climax.
"Unh! Owwnngg! Ungghh!" Ada grunted frantically in
unison with each thrust Laura made, echoing Laura's own
soft, determined grunts, her eyes fluttering and delirious
with sex need.
"What do you want?" Laura continued to tease her.
"What?"
"Oh! Oh . . . god . . . fuck me, Laura!" Ada gave in,
whimpering and panting in an uncontrollable frenzy now, more
out of control than Laura had ever seen her. "God, please .
. . oh please, fuck me! Fuck me, Laura! Oh yes! Oh yes!"
"Yes, baby. Yes, baby," Laura panted, now completely
overwhelmed herself by the rising wave of her own coming
orgasm. "Oh god, honey . . . Ada . . . I'm going to come!"
"Me too!" Ada gasped, suddenly clutching Laura's naked
back and digging her fingers deeply into Laura's flesh. "Oh
god, fuck me, yes!" she growled, with a fierce violence
Laura had never heard from her before either, jamming her
pussy hard up into the dildo. "Auungghhhhh!"
Suddenly, they were both coming at once. Laura didn't
need to hold on to the dildo any more, so she could embrace
Ada's shuddering body with both arms now, as Ada embraced
hers, and they mashed their hot, squirming flesh together
and pumped each other in a passionate frenzy, groaning and
surging together through a flaming fire of coming. For a
few brief seconds it was impossible for either one to tell
where her body ended and her lover's body began as they
melted together in a white-hot spasm of wrenching pleasure.
Then, as the impact of their orgasms began to recede,
they effortlessly dissolved into a simple, undulating,
smoking fuck-rhythm, the huge tube still embedded deep in
their bodies, and slowly, lovingly fucked one another into
two more orgasms apiece. As explosive as the first ones
were, these were even better, since they cooed and kissed
their way through them, gazing deeply at each other as the
throbbing, aching waves filled their mated bodies and
squeezed helpless, sighing moans of deep rapture from their
lungs.
"Ohhhnnnn! Ahhnnnnnn!" Laura moaned, still swirling
her hips and forcing the huge dildo up into Ada's pussy and
her own, leaning forward and kissing Ada's mouth thirstily,
holding Ada's large naked breasts in her hands, relishing
each infinitesimal moment of this hot bliss.
"Auuuunnggoowwwnnggggg!" Ada moaned, tossing her head,
straining, arching her back, her lovely face overspread with
a mixture of anguish and deep, intense, physical ecstacy.
But Laura could hear rising in Ada's voice the
horrible, wailing, keening twang that revolted her so much.
Ada was riding out a physical pleasure so intense that she
may have never before experienced anything to equal it, but
her blissful moans were quickly giving way to an
excruciating, piercing whine that Laura instantly feared
neighbors for blocks around might overhear.
She grabbed a nearby pillow and pulled it over to Ada's
face, gently pressing her cheek with one hand, getting her
to turn her mouth toward it. Ada, blasted and red-eyed and
stunned by her orgasms, looked up questioningly into Laura's
eyes but did not resist.
"Neighbors," Laura whispered, half-panicked. "They
might hear you."
With a brief nod, Ada pressed her mouth to the pillow
for her few remaining sobs of ecstacy. Laura kissed her
cheek, her neck, her shiny shoulder, feeling the huge shaft
still embedded in her pussy, knowing the same sensations
were now returning to Ada. For a moment, it had just seemed
like the end of the universe, an explosion of unbelievably
sweet coming that obliterated the borders of everything, but
now these normal sensations were beginning to return.
Even Ada's keening moans had trailed off, and she was
merely sighing and softly groaning into the pillow. Thank
god, Laura thought, hating herself for betraying Ada with
these fears. This lovely woman, in the inescapable grasp of
a fierce, throttling orgasm, was merely giving full throat
to the thrilling rapture that was gripping her body in that
instant. I thought for a minute she might go, Yee-haw!
Laura admitted guiltily to herself. Or maybe it's only
those white Texans who do that. Working for a company that
had offices in Texas, Laura had known several.
But Ada in her current state was enchanting. She and
Laura had been `playing tennis' now for almost a month, but
she had never experienced anything like this yet. She
looked like a tornado had given her a three-mile ride, all
disheveled and wasted, her eyes still glassy, her mouth
slack, her hair wonderfully messy, her expression both
bewildered and mighty pleased with herself at the same time.
She watched patiently, gulping air and wincing only a
few times, as Laura extracted the monster from both of their
bodies. Then she started laughing softly in spite of
herself.
"Oh god . . . you are so nasty!" she gasped with
laughter. "I love it! I never realized. Where did you get
that thing?"
Laura held it up between them, where it dangled
obscenely, almost comically. It was indeed hard to believe
that the stupendous ecstacy they had just experienced
together was either caused or facilitated by this grotesque
hard rubber tube, still shiny with the sweet fuck-nectars of
their two plundered pussies. Laura had wanted to use it on
Stevie but found it hard to imagine that that would have
been any better than this.
"It's my dick," she said, giving Ada a purposely silly
smirk. "Bet you didn't know I had one."
Still laughing almost soundlessly, Ada shook her head
in disbelief. "Sure didn't. Bigger than any one I ever
saw, either. Though as you know I don't have much
experience."
Laura put the wet monster down gently at the foot of
the bed, as if it were genuinely alive. She patted it
playfully with her fingers. She looked up at Ada, eyes
smoldering, giving her a signal that Ada could not mistake.
"Don't you ever get enough?" Ada croaked softly, half-
smiling, pleased though not wanting to show it, eyes
glistening.
Laura gave her a sexy smile, letting her eyes drop
briefly to Ada's magnificent, full, jutting breasts. Her
large, black, protruding nipples were soft and swollen
again, gleaming and round, rising nearly an inch off the
surface of her breasts. Slowly, Laura raised her eyes back
to Ada's.
"Do you?" she half-whispered.
Ada bit her lower lip, contemplating it. "I guess I
don't . . . when I'm with you," she breathed softly.
Laura pulled her back down into the rumpled sheets. "I
only got to taste one of these big beautiful nipples," she
murmured. "I want the other one."
This time, Ada was not reluctant. She held her breast
in both hands, offering the huge, bulging nipple to Laura's
lips. Laura knew it was unlikely that Ada would come again
this way, as she had done quickly and surprisingly when
Laura was sucking her other nipple a few minutes ago. But
she devoured the thick, silky bulb hungrily anyway, knowing
how sensitive it was, passionately sucking and tonguing it,
feeling Ada's body respond.
Ada's flesh quaked, and she began to pant and mewl
almost immediately. Still, she watched in fascination as
Laura devoured her wet, bulbous nipple, curling her tongue
around it, sucking it, pinching it, until Ada was groaning.
She still held her breast in both hands for Laura, but as
the two of them grew more excited again, Laura could not
resist the urge to hold it herself, and Ada quickly
relented, watching Laura's fingers surround the firm dark
globe and squeeze it as she sucked.
"Oh god . . . I can't believe you make me so wet," Ada
panted. "So soon. Ohhhh . . . Laura . . . don't you know I
just came?"
"Mmmmm, no law against coming again," Laura said,
releasing Ada's thick black nipple, all wet and shiny with
her warm spittle, just long enough to say these words before
she sucked it back into her mouth. "Maybe this will make
you come again."
"Oh! Unhhhh!" Ada gasped, her body now undulating
frantically. "God . . . I wouldn't be surprised."
Effortlessly, Laura scooped up Ada's other breast in
one hand, cradling both large melons now in her palms, and
shifted her attention to Ada's other nipple, the one she had
given Ada an orgasm by sucking earlier. By sucking both of
them, first one, then the other while twirling and pinching
the first one between her thumb and forefinger, Laura soon
reduced Ada to helpless quivering and moaning.
"Did you let that guy in Phoenix do this?" she
murmured, feasting on the scrumptious dark globes.
Delectable chocolate balls. "Did you let him do this to
you? Did he love your nipples as much as I do?"
She was half-alarmed at the depth of her own jealousy.
"God! No!" Ada gasped, overcome by a hot rush of
sexual pleasure. "He only . . . flirted with me. Oh god,
Laura . . . unnhhhh! Nobody ever touched them the way you
do. Ahhhh!"
And Ada was more desirable, if possible, then ever, her
curvaceous body undulating uncontrollably, her sensual mouth
a miracle, her huge wet nipples like candy to Laura's
tongue, her hair all mussed and tousled.
"I love it when your hair is all messed up like this,
and your big nipples are wet and throbbing, and you're
begging me to fuck you," Laura said, smacking her lips
playfully, squeezing Ada's breasts, then sucking one of her
nipples hard again.
Ada giggled through her feverish lust, unable to ignore
Laura's outrageous boldness. "I haven't begged you . . .
for five minutes," she panted.
"Mmmm, my darling, this time you're going to have to
beg me to stop," Laura said, sliding down. "I am going to
lick your beautiful pussy without any interruption this
time."
Laura could feel a whirlwind of hot passion coming over
her, something that happened to her occasionally and
unexpectedly. In this case, in spite of her orgasm minutes
ago, she was filled with a desire for Ada that was more
overwhelming and insistent than she had felt up to that
time. The fact that she was heatedly fucking her own boss
flashed briefly through her mind, and she wondered if that
might be the spark that ignited this firestorm of lust in
her body, though Ada was so beautiful and sexually
vulnerable to her that she knew she needed no extra
incentive.
She wanted to devour and consume Ada. What they had
done up to now paled in comparison to what Laura now gave in
to, swarming all over Ada's body, kissing, sucking, biting
her smooth, delicious flesh, sliding down once more to her
dripping, oozing pussy and sliding two fingers up into the
snug, soupy channel before unleashing a rapid flurry of
tongue-strokes on Ada's throbbing clit.
Ada could not withstand the onslaught of Laura's flood
of passion for very long. Squirming and whimpering, she
began to buck her hips into Laura's thrusts, swirling her
pussy up into Laura's busy tongue, her fingers fluttering
over her still-damp, erect nipples, tweaking them, then
pulling them harder as Laura brought her up to a shocking
finish.
"Oh god . . . not again!" she groaned, her body jerking
involuntarily as fresh hot spasms wracked her. "Unngghh!
Unngghmmnnggiiieeee!" she suddenly cried out.
Again too late, Laura remembered the pillow. Ada's
voice was loud under the calmest circumstances, though she
could control the truly horrible twang in it when she was
not excited. But when she lost control, it was
distressingly reminiscent of an air horn, and when she was
coming her deafening cries surely could be heard for blocks.
Panicking, but not wanting to interrupt this convulsive
moment of deep pleasure, Laura reached up with one hand and
pulled the pillow closer again to Ada's face.
"The pillow . . . darling, the pillow!" she coached.
Her words finally seemed to reach Ada, though only
after several piercing screams of ecstacy had escaped. Ada
looked down at Laura, her eyes streaked red and glazed in a
wild trance of rapture. She turned her face into the pillow
and whimpered.
"Ohhhhh! Ohhhhh!"
"Yes . . . yes," Laura panted, still probing Ada's
sweet pussy, still flicking the now-flaring, shiny marble of
her large clit.
Her success in easily bringing Stevie to several g-spot
orgasms only days ago emboldened her to try for it again,
and she had no mercy on Ada, not letting her descend from
the peak, but boosting her up again, searching, probing with
her fingers, stroking the throbbing purplish berry with her
tongue. After several more seconds, she suddenly heard a
tiny, faraway, pinched off cry deep in Ada's throat, a sound
she had never heard from her before, a small, helpless
squeak of desperation.
Suddenly Ada's whole luscious, voluptuous, sex-
goddess's body went stiff as a board in a sharp spasm that
quickly dissolved into wild tossing and flipping. Cawing
and gurgling deep in her throat, she began to have orgasms
that each struck her like an ocean wave, crashing into her
surging body, knocking her back to the bed, then lifting her
up once more for another shattering impact, pummeling her,
crushing her again, shaking her in a fierce, clenching grip,
then dropping her again to the bed, until she lay mewling
and half-weeping, almost pulverized by four or five climaxes
in a row. They had all blended together in such a
continuous cataclysm of excruciating pleasure that it was
hard to know how many she had actually had.
After finding and rubbing the magic spot with her
fingertips, Laura had had to do almost nothing but ride it
out, staying clear of Ada's jouncing, jabbing pubic bone as
her pelvis shuddered and bucked wildly in the air. Now, as
Ada sprawled slack and moaning across half the bed, her face
still grimacing as strong aftershocks hit her, Laura could
press her lips tenderly back against the slick, puffy vulva
of Ada's pussy, kissing it lovingly. She had only come once
herself, and the experience of helping Ada to this
shattering explosion of orgasms had juiced up her own sexual
desire again sharply.
Reaching down to the end of the bed, she again pulled
the double dildo up to them, carefully guiding one thick end
of it between her own thighs. Ada was still reeling from
her glut of coming and had no idea what Laura was doing
until she felt the other end of the dildo entering her as
Laura slid it up into her still-gaping, copiously wet pussy.
"Ahhh!" she gasped, raising her head, looking down her
body at the huge thing that now linked them both, running
between their two cunts. "Oh god . . . not again!" she
whimpered.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Laura panted, beginning to grind
her hips, pushing it up into her and Ada at the same time.
"I want to come too," she panted. "Help me come, honey. Oh
yes! Ungghh!"
Ada was nothing if not friendly and obliging. Even
though she had been nearly blown away by the force of her
own orgasms, and Laura's whirlwind approach to fucking, she
wearily propped herself up on her elbows and began to grind
back. Her eyes caught Laura's, throbbing with sensuality
and unspoken questions.
"You can . . . fuck me . . . too," Laura panted,
looking deeply into Ada's eyes. "Just . . . get on top . .
. yes, like that."
She pulled Ada up with one hand, settling onto her
back, her thighs yawning, eyes begging Ada to fuck her as
she had earlier fucked Ada. As if hypnotized by Laura, Ada
did as she was asked, crouching between Laura's thighs and
holding the middle of the dildo with one hand, swirling her
hips and thrusting forward, pushing the thing deeper into
Laura's pussy.
"Yes . . . yes . . . yes," Laura grunted softly,
feeling the sweet tension in her own body build toward a
shattering relief.
"Oh Laura!" Ada gasped.
Laura was so aroused that she was already about to
come, but the look in Ada's eyes told her that in spite of
her fatigue and the spate of orgasms she had already had,
Ada was feeling a reawakening of her pussy too, and this
both surprised and appalled her. But this was a new,
exciting perspective for Laura, who had never experienced
Ada on top before, her full, gourd-shaped breasts and
swollen black nipples dangling first over Laura's torso,
then, as she reached up to grab them, over her face as she
pulled Ada down to suck them.
"Oh . . . I've got to suck your nipples and come,"
Laura whimpered, hearing Ada's keening groans, wincing as
she felt the dildo drive deep into her pussy with each
thrust Ada made. "Unghh! Ohnngg! Yes! Unghhh! Yes, fuck
me, honey . . . fuck me, honey!"
She reached down between them with one hand to hold it
too, just to make sure it didn't slip out in the frantic
pumping they were beginning to do. Ada's eyes caught hers,
and she had never seen such overpowering lust there before,
a desperate fire of fuck-me-hard lust, a crackling hot
depravity that Laura had never suspected could be there.
"Fuck me, Ada . . . yes, fuck me," she chanted in a
guttural voice grasping Ada's full swinging breasts and
guiding one fat, bulging nipple toward her mouth. "Fuck me,
Ada . . . yes, fuck me . . . fuck me hard! Ungghh! Oh yes!
Ungghh!"
But as soon as she got Ada's large, bulging nipple into
her mouth, it was all over for both of them. She sucked it
hard, pulling Ada down, mashing Ada's whole firm breast
right into her face, against her mouth, even sinking her
teeth gingerly into the erect areola surrounding the springy
center bud. At the same time, both of them were jabbing
their groins into each other at a frantic pace, whimpering
and squealing, impaling themselves on the thick dildo,
surging and groaning, and then suddenly coming in great,
shrieking jolts.
"Annngghhiiieeeee! Ohnnggmmnnggeeeeee! Oh god! Oh .
. . Ada!" Laura cried out, releasing Ada's nipple as the
screams of ecstacy poured out of her lungs.
"Ungghh! Oh! Unh unh auunnggghhhhh!
Ohhnggghhhhhiieeee!" Ada howled at nearly the same moment,
her lunging body wrenched by a fierce explosion of coming.
She fell forward helplessly onto Laura, who embraced
her and rolled to the side, so that they were both lying
face to face, trembling, moaning, twitching as the
aftershocks of their climax rolled through them. Unable to
keep her mouth from Ada's breasts, Laura dropped her lips to
the same nipple she had been sucking and half-biting when
Ada came, and she found that sucking it made Ada come yet
again, this time not a sharp convulsion but a soft, fluttery
spasm, like an echo of the huge climax she had had seconds
ago.
It took several more minutes before their breath
returned to normal. Tears were leaking from the corners of
Ada's eyes. Laura kissed them, each side. Ada smiled and
laughed softly.
"I can't believe you did me again with that thing," she
confessed.
"I think you did me with it this time," Laura pointed
out. "And I'm awfully grateful."
Ada looked suddenly solemn. "I never had sex that . .
. I don't know, violent." She looked down bashfully.
"Never came that many times, either. Even with you."
Laura beamed and kissed her on the nose. "A record."
Ada nodded, again seeming shy and bashful, as if
ashamed to have come so much.
"I can come again just looking in your eyes," Laura
whispered.
"Really?" Ada smiled, flattered.
Laura nodded, again slowly pulling the huge double
dildo out of each of their bodies. This time she flung it
across the room onto a chair.
"If you kiss my pussy once, I will come," Laura
promised, knowing it was true, feeling an internal brimming
of desire and phenomenal sexual arousal that Ada inspired.
"Just once."
Ada did a little more than just kiss her pussy, and
Laura ended up coming twice in quick succession. After her
second orgasm, she pulled Ada back down with her, kissing
her lovingly, stroking her back.
"Since we did it `violently,' now we're going to make
love," she murmured, now caressing Ada so tenderly and
skillfully that in another minute or so they were again
melting together in a final, aching explosion of bliss.
"I think you are dangerous, lady," Ada said to her as
they reluctantly pulled their flimsy little tennis dresses
back on. "And I'm sorry about your neighbors. They must've
heard something, or else they're deaf."
"Oh my god, I forgot about them. We really did make a
lot of noise."
"Enough to raise the dead, I believe," Ada said, wide-
eyed.
She was somehow distant now that Laura had given in to
her strongest instincts and nearly fucked the poor woman
literally to death during the past two hours. Ada was
sweet, as usual, but abstracted and preoccupied. It was
hard for Laura to escape the feeling that Ada felt herself
somehow irreversibly changed by having been fucked so hard
and having come so much.
"Want to play tennis now?" Laura suggested. "After
all, we've got it out of our system. We won't be always
thinking of coming back here and doing it."
Ada gave her a wan smile. "I don't think I can `do' it
again for weeks."
But Laura shook her head as she let her eyes roam up
and down the Venus Williams tennis outfit. "I don't think I
can watch your wonderful boobs bouncing in that little dress
while you chase the balls. I'll want to drag you into the
bushes."
"Maybe you're oversexed, Laura," Ada said, trying to
make it a joke, but with enough of a crisp delivery to make
Laura wonder whether she meant it.
"I'll walk you to your car, at least," Laura said.
As they were leaving the lobby, the Gibsons were just
entering it, apparently returning home from a weekend
meeting or some formal funciton. Since it was Saturday, it
was unlikely they were returning from work. They were both
expensively, conservatively dressed. They recognized Laura
and smiled discreetly. Laura nodded at them.
She realized that she and Ada had dodged a bullet,
since only minutes earlier they had been shrieking and
violently fucking, moaning and coming gloriously in the
apartment just under the one where the Gibsons were headed.
They were also dressed for tennis-though only Ada was
carrying a racquet-which, Laura reasoned, made it look
completely innocent.
At Ada's car, Laura leaned close. "I'd love to kiss
yuh, but I just washed my hay-ah," she quoted Bette Davis,
making a droll face.
"Your what?" Ada giggled, as usual enchanted by Laura's
boldness and wit.
"My hair, dummy. I can't kiss you because . . . oh,
you know why."
"I appreciate your discretion," Ada winked. "Laura, I
think it's fair to say I've never had a day like this one in
my life. Even the shower doesn't come close to this."
"Oooohhhh . . . wait until next time," Laura said,
winking back. "See you Monday."
She watched Ada get in the car, wave, and drive off,
still unable to take her eyes off the woman's incredible
body, made for love but apparently enjoyed by so few. She
felt lucky. But just lose that voice, she thought.
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