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Chapter 248
On the phone, Shontay was distant, haughty, querulous,
cold by turns, everything Laura had found her to be before
their warming-their thrilling, sensitive, and multi-orgasmic
nights together in bed in her parents' apartment.
"You said you would call!" she whined at Laura.
"I . . . couldn't," Laura said, truthfully. "I was too
tired. The damn dinner went on forever. I'm sorry. I was
thinking of you." Liar.
Shontay punished her a few more minutes before
softening. Laura had called her at home right after rushing
from Ada's room over to her own to change. Her body was
still tingling from fucking with Ada only moments earlier.
She felt guiltier than ever about lying to Shontay, but
there was no choice.
"You'll never guess what I did," Shontay said, softly.
"Last night. I was thinking of you at that conference . . .
and I did . . . you know, what we did together. The first
time. You know . . . by myself. But I was thinking of you.
It was the best ever, that way. I miss you, Laura."
Laura was touched, and troubled, at the same time. "I
miss you too, darling," she whispered.
"Call me tonight? I could do it while I'm talking to
you on the phone. I'll bet that would be fun."
"I promise."
It wasn't easy, but that night she had told Ada she had
a mild headache and needed a quick nap. She went to her
room, promising to meet Ada in about an hour, and called
Shontay, who was eagerly awaiting her call. Then, in one of
the most exciting phone conversations Laura had experienced
in recent years, Shontay brought herself to two orgasms
while Laura listened and murmured to her.
She also begged to know that Laura was doing it too, at
the same time. Wanting to save herself for Ada later, Laura
had complied by moaning and faking it, pretending to come
when Shontay's voice on the other end was out of control,
gasping and squeaking a little, then sighing, feeling
mortified and massively guilty for this deception. Why
couldn't I just go ahead and do it? she had wondered.
She knew why later in the evening, when she and Ada
finally got together in her room. The minister's daughter
had become increasingly, to Laura's pleasant surprise, a
hellion in the sack. Whether it was because they were
relatively isolated here in Tucson, away from anybody who
actually knew them (aside from a few acquaintances Ada had
with people from her new company), or because Laura had
finally broken through the barriers Ada hid behind by almost
forcing her to have hotter sex than she could have imagined,
Ada had become both an ardent and an exhausting lover.
Still exhibiting her coy, demure, innocent ways on the
surface, she nevertheless persuaded Laura to fuck with her
until the wee hours, until both could hardly lift a finger.
By the time the conference came to an end, and they
parted in a bittersweet moment, Laura was feeling that a
week without sex wouldn't be entirely undesirable. She was
almost weak with fatigue. She had a pleasantly warm and
sexy feeling throughout her body as she contemplated her few
nights of delicious fucking with Ada, and then realized that
she was heading back directly into Shontay's bed. But these
plans were complicated immediately by a message from Cecilia
when she returned home.
"Hey, girl . . . I think I've got a surprise for you,"
Cecilia's voice said, breathless, low, and husky, on Laura's
voice mail. "Ron is in Chicago for a few days, and these
udders of mine are just aching to be milked." She giggled,
then turned more suggestive. "I know you been just sitting
there twiddling your thumbs, waiting for me to be ready,
right? Well, guess what. Get out the towels. Call me,
Laura."
This message, welcome as it was, almost sent Laura into
a panic. When had it been sent? She had been distracted
and missed the date on the top of the message. If it were
sent two or three days ago, Cecilia's husband would already
be back. She had to repeat the message to discover that it
was only sent last night.
Worse, she wanted to call Cecilia right away, but what
about Shontay? In her usual artless way, Laura had let
Shontay in on all the details of her trip, so that Shontay
knew to the minute when she would be returning from Tucson.
And sure enough, the voice mail right behind Cecilia's was
from Shontay, begging her to call the instant she got in.
It was a delicate quandary for Laura, who had been
feeling sexually played out for a while on the flight back,
but who could now feel the fires stirring again at the
suggestiveness in Cecilia's flirtatious voice, and also at
the thought of Shontay masturbating while thinking of her,
in her absence. She hardly knew what to do.
After thinking it over, she concluded that putting off
Shontay for another day was easier than risking the return
of Cecilia's husband before she and Cecilia could have their
reunion. She called Shontay at work and feigned a scratchy
throat, saying she was afraid she might have contracted
strep since there had been a person in Tucson who had it.
It was quite contagious, and she was going to the doctor in
the morning. She didn't want to risk giving it to Shontay.
Then she immediately called Cecilia, who was also still
at work-it was three p.m.-and set up a date for that night.
Cecilia had a very accommodating mother-in-law who would
watch the baby, and her other child, for her. She would be
there by seven at the latest.
Only after hanging up the phone did Laura realize how
dangerous this was. Shontay's parents, who had returned
from their vacation in Mazatlan, lived right upstairs. Now
that Shontay and Laura were sexually intimate, Shontay might
feel relaxed enough to drop by, just to see how she was
doing, even though she knew they couldn't have sex if Laura
had strep throat. Or she might even send her mother down
here with some chicken soup or something, Laura thought with
dismay. While Cecilia and I are lying here gasping and
soaked in her milk. Oh god, this is too scary! It's even
worse than when Kendra and Jane lived up there! How do I
get myself into these things?
Still, the thought of what was about to happen when
Cecilia arrived was enough to make her risk almost anything.
She had a few hours, and so she carefully covered her
mattress pad with thick towels, as she had not done in over
a year, and then put the sheet back on over them. This took
almost all of her towels, and luckily she had about an hour
to run out to Target and buy a few more. She realized that
they could probably have coped without them, but the
activity kept her busy, kept her from lingering on the
excited throbbing in her pussy that resulted from her keen
anticipation of Cecilia's visit.
At six o'clock she had a glass of wine to calm herself.
She actually had butterflies. Gosh, I feel like a little
girl going to her birthday party, she realized. She and I
haven't been naked together in about a year now. I wonder
if she feels the same way.
She was gratified to discover that Cecilia did. "God,
girl, I'm so excited I'm about to wet my pants," Cecilia
beamed, black eyes twinkling with promise, as she popped
inside Laura's apartment, with Laura holding the door open.
Laura carefully closed the door behind her and casually
fastened all the locks. "You mean pee them or wet them?"
she asked, grinning.
"I mean wet them," Cecilia smirked back. "You got that
all locked up now so nobody be busting in on us?"
"Come into my arms, darling," Laura smiled, stretching
them out to her. "Long time no hug."
Cecilia came forward, into Laura's arms, and they
embraced and kissed slowly, very slowly and romantically, as
befitted their lengthy off-and-on relationship and the
hiatus forced on them by Cecilia's recent pregnancy.
Cecilia was in no hurry, and Laura was surprised to find
that she wasn't either. In fact, she was content to
rediscover this marvelous woman's enchanting beauty by
kissing and caressing every inch of her smooth black face
and neck.
Cecilia was as black as midnight, as black as Dawn or
Charise. When you were as black as the three of them, you
could not get any blacker, and Laura, had long found their
deeply black and phenomenally smooth skin an intense
aphrodisiac, sometimes wondering if it put them off, if it
bothered them to think that pressing her lips to their skin
set off a throbbing siren in her pussy. Part of her was
embarrassed to admit it, but another part felt compelled to
confess it to them, and she had found all three very pleased
to be so desirable, especially for a feature they certainly
could not change.
Cecilia knew how Laura loved the hue of her skin, and
she both enjoyed Laura's slavish worship and enjoyed teasing
Laura about it.
"You been sleeping with too many of those redbones,
Laura," she laughed, holding still to let Laura kiss every
last exposed portion of her skin. "They don't have this
beautiful black skin that turns you into a fool, right? Too
yellow and pale and sickly looking, aren't they, those stuck-
up yella girls. You need me to get really hot, right?"
"I'm burning up," Laura murmured against her smooth
cheek, then nipped her earlobe. "You light my fires . . .
all of them."
"Mmmm," Cecilia purred, "I'm glad yours finally got
going since mine been going ever since we talked on the
phone, girl. Come on, take me in that bedroom. You got
plenty of towels?"
Laura smirked, wildly excited, pleased with herself,
feeling a hot little pulsing deep inside her pussy. "I ran
out and bought extra."
Cecilia was already unbuttoning the back of her blouse
as Laura followed her into the bedroom. She was clearly a
little heavier than the last time they had done this,
fleshier, more pillowy with mother's fat that she had not
shed. After her first child, she had `jazzercized' her body
into a hard, glossy masterpiece of female flesh that had
made Laura nearly whimper with lust each time she saw it
naked. This time it was soon after the birth of the second
baby, perhaps no more than three months, and so she had not
had time to melt the fat away.
This caused Laura to wonder if she should not be extra
gentle, if maybe she should limit her caresses to licking
Cecilia's lovely pussy-not that they were ever very violent
anyway, though they had fisted once.
"Here, let me help with that," she said, taking two
quick steps and brushing Cecilia's fingers away from the
buttons, undoing the rest of them herself.
Cecilia smiled back over her shoulder. "You just want
more of that fine black skin that makes your little pink
pussy quiver."
"I just want all of you," Laura murmured, pulling the
blouse open, pressing her cheek against the sleek warm flesh
of Cecilia's back above her bra.
"You've probably noticed how there's a little more of
me than last time," Cecilia said, eyes twinkling. She
turned around, showing Laura her large breasts, encased in
an architecturally fascinating bra, designed to hold these
mammoth mammaries. "More of these, too. They're bigger
than last time."
"Mmmm, more to kiss."
Cecilia's eyes grew veiled and murky. She pouted.
"That all you gonna do?"
All this cat-and-mouse was driving Laura to the edge.
She could feel her whole body aching, pulsing, yearning to
swarm over Cecilia. Even Cecilia's fresh, faintly musky
scent seemed magically erotic.
"First I'm going to do this," Laura whispered, bending
her head and planting a kiss on the tight cleavage between
Cecilia's breasts. After kissing it, she slithered her
tongue into the tight crack.
"Ooohhh! That feels good!"
"Then I'm going to do this," Laura continued in a
seductive whisper, slipping her own loose jersey up over her
hair, shaking the hair free, tossing it aside, then
unfastening her own bra.
Cecilia's eyes were glued to Laura's body, watching the
bra fall limp, watching Laura let it slide off her arms and
fling it in the same direction that she had flung the
jersey. Then her eyes fastened on Laura's naked breasts.
"I always wanted ones like yours," she said softly,
seriously. "I never told you that. So small and perfect
and pretty. Look how they tilt up like that. Can I touch?"
Laura shook her head, smirking playfully. "Not yet.
Take it off first."
Cecilia self-consciously chewed on her full lower lip.
"I think I better take it all off first or the rest is going
to be so soaked I won't be able to wear it home. And not
from milk, either."
Laura realized she herself was trembling. She wanted
to rape Cecilia, she realized. Rape her. Devour and
consume her. Here I have to be gentle with her since she
just delivered her kid. She must be sore. Maybe the
incision is still tender. I can't really give in to this,
but I want to rape her. She is so beautiful.
Together, they both unzipped their pants and slid them
down, then their panties. Cecilia, Laura now remembered,
always wore completely white underwear, and the contrast
with her `blue' black skin, as Cecilia herself sometimes
referred to it, was acutely arresting. Laura, watching the
stark white panties come down across the girl's sleek, black
velvet thighs, was already clutched in the grip of a
throbbing sexual need for her.
When Cecilia reached behind her back to unfasten the
large white bra, Laura actually held her breath, knowing
that in seconds the girl would be completely naked,
completely hers. The bra fell away, and Cecilia's large,
swollen breasts jiggled as she slipped it off and threw it
on top of Laura's.
Laura had never seen them this large, though they were
not misshapen or grotesque, as very large breasts often
could be. Instead, they were more gourd-shaped than round
as before, massive oblong melons that reminded Laura of
Cecilia's friend Bernice, who naturally had these large,
gourd-shaped breasts. The difference was that Bernice's
nipples, though large, were conventionally shaped, with
wide, flat areolas and nubby centers, whereas Cecilia's-like
Ada's, which Laura had been thirstily slurping and sucking
for the past two days-were thick, bulbous, swelling puffies,
plump, gleaming black plums, the centers protruding about
half an inch from the swollen tents of their surrounding
areolas, each one pushing up more than an inch off the
surface of Cecilia's breasts. Her nipples were also, if
possible, even darker than the rest of her breasts, with a
bright magical black sheen that made Laura's tongue
salivate.
Cecilia saw her looking, and it was her turn to be coy
and flirtatious. "But I know you like these humongous
udders of mine," she said, tossing her head playfully and
grimacing as if she would have to put up with them. "You
and Ron . . . boob-happy. He treats these . . ." She
lifted her hands to her breasts, cupping them, squeezing
them only slightly from the round, bulging bottoms, the skin
of her breasts around her fingertips growing taut and shiny.
". . . like they ought to be in Fort Knox or something."
She flirted with Laura. "You looking at them the same way."
"At least Ron and I have one thing in common," Laura
swallowed, barely able to speak from a fierce uprush of lust
that caught in her throat.
Cecilia was solemn and serious again. She moved closer
to Laura, eyes hot. "Can I touch now?"
"What do you think?" Laura breathed.
They both looked down at Cecilia's slender, very black
fingers spread over Laura's pale, naked breasts, squeezing
them gently.
"You know," Cecilia whispered, "I think it turns me on
almost as much as it turns you on. We are gorgeous
together, girl. I think we better lay down on that bed
before we both just die of the beauty of it."
"I want a kiss first . . . with us standing like this.
Touch my nipples with yours and kiss me."
Cecilia smiled. She dropped her hands and moved her
large breasts toward Laura's. The big, soft plums of her
bulbous nipples brushed Laura's, and Laura moved forward
too, pressing hers into Cecilia's. They watched as their
naked breasts pushed together, their nipples joined, and
then raised their faces to one another and kissed again in a
slow, painstaking, exploratory way, until it became too
intense for them to keep standing.
"I think we've got to do it, girl," Cecilia panted. "I
can't wait any more."
"I can't either."
They were both completely naked now, and they stretched
out facing one another on Laura's bed, still unable to keep
kissing, as if they were making up for all the kissing they
had missed while Cecilia was pregnant. Laura let her hands
run all over the girl's smooth black body, enjoying the
pillowy layer of body fat that had not been there last time,
digging her fingertips into it with relish.
"Oooohhh . . . you like this porky little body, don't
you," Cecilia giggled softly. "You digging my mama fat?
You better enjoy it, `cause it's coming off soon."
"I love everything about your body," Laura murmured,
now kissing Cecilia's flesh in every place that had been
previously covered up by clothing. She buried her face in
the deep, warm valley between Cecilia's breasts, no longer
the tight little crease she had tried to invade earlier with
her tongue when the cups of Cecilia's bra had held her
gourds tightly together.
"Mmmm, but I know what you want," Cecilia grinned,
forcing Laura onto her back and straddling her waist.
Oh god, I'm going to die of pure bliss, Laura thought,
looking up into Cecilia's burning black eyes. Cecilia's
breasts looked massive from this perspective, with Laura on
her back, looking up. They were so obviously swollen with
milk, the nipples thick and bulging, gleaming, that she
looked like one of those exaggerated fertility goddess
statues from the ancient past, opulent and tumid and read to
burst with sweet nectars.
She put a flat hand on the mattress on each side of
Laura's head and slowly lowered the dangling globes,
brushing Laura's face with them, letting her soft nipples
graze Laura's lips.
Laura looked up into her eyes. "Am I going to hurt
them . . . if I suck?" she asked, foolishly, she realized a
second later.
But Cecilia, also caught up in the hypnotic sexual
spell of the moment, shook her head solemnly. "There's a
baby boy who does a lot more damage to them than you ever
can," she whispered to Laura.
Laura raised her hands to Cecilia's huge breasts for
the first time, feeling how heavy they were as they dangled
in her face.
"I feel like I'm stealing," she said.
Cecilia's eyes rolled up briefly. She was panting
seriously by now, very aroused.
"You aren't stealing . . . you're helping out," she
panted, now sucking on her lower lip, sweeping her heavy
breasts more rapidly across Laura's face. "I got more than
he can possibly drink."
"And it's mine?"
"It's yours. Take it, girl . . . please."
Laura was not about to refuse. Her own pussy was
burbling and bubbling like a volcanic crater, her whole body
throbbing and trembling, her hands shaking slightly as she
guided one bulbous black nipple toward her lips. She
actually remembered how she had felt the first time she had
done this, and now was no different. The instant she drew
Cecilia's huge nipple into her mouth, her whole body seemed
suffused by a warm glow of pleasure that began as a tiny
kernel of heat deep inside her pussy and then spread in
billowing waves through the rest of her flesh.
Not wanting it ever to be over, Laura did not suck
right away but instead ran her tongue all over Cecilia's
bulging nipple, stroking it, tasting the sweet warm fluid
that oozed from the nubbin the center, feeling responsive
flutterings and palpitations taking place deep in her belly
as the milk droplets bathed her tongue. Instinctively, she
reached forward with one hand, sliding it between her
abdomen and Cecilia's crotch, feeling the warm runny furrow
of Cecilia's pussy with her fingers, sliding two of them
inside and scissoring Cecilia's clit between them.
"Oh!" Cecilia gasped, throwing her head back.
Suddenly, Laura was overcome by fear. She stopped
moving her fingers, and Cecilia's wet, glistening nipple
slipped out of her mouth.
"Did I do it too hard? Oh honey, I don't want to hurt
you! Is it sore?"
Cecilia looked down at her, eyes now glazed and
reddened. She shook her head. "You as bad as Ron. Just do
it gentle. Not too rough." She leaned down again, pushing
her nipple back against Laura's lips. "Suck it, girl.
Drink it."
"Oh yes."
Cecilia's shiny black nipple, all wet with Laura's warm
saliva, also now was leaking small yellowish-white droplets
from the thick center nub. Just seeing this seemed to
inflame Laura further. She knew that both she and Cecilia
were hyper-aroused, that the fact that they were both so
horny had been precisely what had alarmed her moments ago,
her fear that in her frantic, urgent lust she had somehow
hurt this precious woman who had just undergone the agony
childbirth only weeks ago. This time she could not stop
herself from sucking harder as she took the bulging, silky,
wet black bulb back into her mouth.
Her mouth flooded instantly with warm, sweet milk.
"Ohhnnnnn!" Cecilia moaned. "Yes . . . that's it.
Oh!"
She reached up with one hand to hold her breast, and
Laura continued sucking and swallowing greedily, feeling the
wave begin, feeling the honeyfire spread throughout her
body, feeling the hot throbbing kernel in the pit of her
belly grow and swell and feel like it would soon burst. A
sweet sexual delirium swept through her body, and she began
undulating under Cecilia without really knowing it, moaning
incoherently, her eyes rolling up as the warm fluid slid
down her throat.
As if to make sure Cecilia's engorged breast did not
slip from her mouth, she removed her hand from Cecilia's
pussy and drew it back up to her face, filling it with
Cecilia's other breast, the one she had not yet tasted,
sliding her mouth over to the swollen, popping, gleaming
black nipple and guiding it between her lips. Cecilia now
released her breast and planted her hand again beside
Laura's head, throwing her own head back and pushing her
body down into Laura's face, groaning softly, almost
gutturally, as Laura began to draw the sweet, warm milk from
her other swollen globe.
Almost imperceptibly, since she was already straddling
Laura's waist, she began to move her groin slowly back and
forth on Laura's stomach, more to rock her breasts up and
down into Laura's face than anything else. Laura, though
completely consumed in a heated sexual swoon of her own, her
throat glutted with sweet milk that was beginning to make
her blood seethe and surge, could feel Ceclila's wetness,
her warm gooey cunt flesh, as well as the wet bristly fur of
her pussy hair, sliding over her stomach muscles, reminding
her of the way she had done it with Dawn.
But what they were doing together had no design or plan
and merely grew out of their mutual need and hunger. Laura
now held both of Cecilia's heavy, dangling breasts in her
hands, feeling the warm rivulets of milk run down her cheeks
and her chin, seeing Cecilia's smooth, shiny black skin
streaked with it, her nipples wet and glimmering. She knew
she herself was going to come any second now. The pressure
inside her body was growing, swelling, expanding like a
balloon getting ready to pop, and she moaned and twisted,
sucking first one spurting nipple, then the other, gorging
on Cecilia's milk, unable to get enough, feeling her pussy
swell and throb, and wildly enjoying the increasing urgency
of Cecilia's sopping wet pussy sliding up and down on her
stomach.
"Ohhnnnnn . . . Laura! Unhhh! God yes! God yes!
Unhhh!" Cecilia panted, throwing her head back again,
pushing her heavy breasts down into Laura's face.
Her thighs now hugged Laura's waist, and she bore down
more with her pelvis into Laura's flesh, rubbing her pussy
harder against it, and gasping. Laura knew she was about to
come too.
"Oh god, I love it!" Laura gasped, looking up
deliriously at Cecilia, past her huge and beautiful milk-
streaked breasts to her face, contorted in a sexual
transport of fierce dimensions as she drove closer and
closer to a thrilling climax. "Oh god . . . I love it, let
me drink you . . . let me . . . oh god unhhh! Oh honey . .
. I think I-"
"Ahhnnnn! Ungghh!" Cecilia groaned softly, her body
beginning to quiver, a clear sign that she was going to come
too. "Oh yes . . . Laura . . . me too, oh yes! Suck hard
yes hard harder . . . unhhhh! Oh shit!"
Again Laura returned to the first breast she had
sucked, pulling the wet, bulging nipple into her mouth and
nearly dying of bliss as she felt the milk just spurt out of
it into her throat, gulping and swallowing and suddenly
writhing and groaning as she felt the explosion beginning.
Familiar with these orgasms from her other trysts with
Cecilia, this time she merely relaxed and let it consume her
from within, a swelling, burgeoning fiery cloud of throbbing
bliss, like a nuclear meltdown. For a few seconds she
actually did swoon, paralyzed by sweet, pulsing rapture, her
whole body quivering and jerking spastically as an
electrifying flood of seething lava flowed through her
veins. She was unable even to moan, and her voice was
reduced to tiny, helpless squeaks.
But then the first shocking jolts receded and her
breath returned.
"Auunngghhhhh!" she cried out, as Cecilia's wet,
leaking nipple slipped from her mouth. "Oh god . . . oh god
Cecilia! Ungghhhh!"
She quickly guided Cecilia's other nipple back into her
mouth, fastening on it and sucking, feeling the warm sweet
milk again pour into her mouth just as Cecilia herself began
to come.
"Ungghh! Oh . . . fuck! Ouunggghhh! Laur-"
She seemed to collapse for a second on top of Laura's
supine body, nearly smothering Laura under the massive
pillowy gourd of her breast, but then her thighs locked
around Laura's waist and she began pumping frantically,
pulling her body back up enough to get leverage into the
mattress with her knees.
"Auungghhnnngghiieieee!" she cried out, pumping and
coming in wild, uncontrollable spasms, shuddering, finally
pitching forward again onto Laura as a fresh succession of
hot, jolting orgasmic waves shook her body.
Laura, meanwhile, was not really finished coming
herself. Her orgasm had never really stopped, just receded
into a trough from which it quickly ascended again as she
felt Cecilia shuddering and groaning on top of her, and now
she began to swell and bloom again in another hot, throbbing
cloud of bliss, squeaking, shaking, stiffening, then
undulating in shockwaves as a fresh influx of glowing,
radiating ecstasy burned every inch of her tingling body.
Cecilia was still coming too, sliding slowly down a long
diminuendo from the first ferocious shock that had struck
her, whimpering into Laura's ear, still slumped on top of
her, their flesh glued together by the sticky, warm overflow
of her breast milk, and also by the potent sexual magnetism
that had brought them together.
Neither one of them moved for almost two minutes while
the spasms died slowly away, and their rapid breathing
returned to normal. Cecilia was the first to break the
silence.
"You know, Laura," she said, a little hoarse and raspy,
her mouth so close to Laura's ear that Laura could feel her
warm breath, "I thought that new little boy of mine could
really latch on and suck, but he don't have nothing on you."
She giggled softly, still not moving, just purring into
Laura's ear. "You are one thirsty little white girl."
Only now resurfacing from her swoon, Laura smiled
drowsily, feeling her body still glow with a profound sexual
happiness that she knew was somehow the result of having
swallowed milk directly from Cecilia's body. This is the
way a baby feels, she realized: happy and content, though
maybe their little orgasms aren't as intense.
"Mmmm, I could lie here forever," she whispered back to
Cecilia. "You make me come like nobody else ever does.
It's like . . . just melting. Not exploding, just melting
in a hot, pulsating blob of endless pleasure."
Cecilia slowly peeled her sticky skin away from
Laura's, sitting up and leaning back, still straddling
Laura's stomach, her great black gourd-shaped breasts
gleaming. She looked down at Laura's stomach, and Laura's
eyes followed hers. It was shiny with the juices from
Cecilia's pussy.
"Can't say I ever had one exactly like that either,"
Cecilia said, her eyes wide with mock astonishment. "It
just sort of happened. One second I felt your tummy against
my pussy . . . the next second I felt like I was getting
there, you know?"
Laura nodded, grinning happily at her. "I know." She
ran her finger through Cecilia's pussy juices and then
through the smearing of milk that stuck to her breasts. "I
think I've got some of you all over me still."
"We are a mess, girl, if that's what you mean. Where
are those towels?"
"Most of them are under the sheet. The rest are over
there."
They dried off slowly, drying each other off, kissing
each other's skin when it was dry again, enjoying this
intimacy which had been so long coming.
"I missed you," Laura whispered, truthfully, kissing
Cecilia's marvelous naked black back. "Not just the milk.
You."
Cecilia turned and kissed Laura's shoulder, cradling
one of Laura's small, perfect breasts in her hand and
lowering her mouth to it. "I missed you too, Laura. Ron's
a lot of fun in bed, but he doesn't really seem to care if I
get off or not. I mean, I do. I do get off. A lot. But
it's kind of just something that happens while he's on his
way to the big one. He doesn't really notice, I think, if I
don't make it. With you, it's different. You really want
me to get there."
Laura felt embarrassed. "I didn't just now," she
confessed. "I was too busy swallowing and coming myself.
If you hadn't started rubbing against my stomach, you might
still be waiting."
Cecilia laughed happily. "Boy, are you wrong. I
almost had one when we were just kissing. Really. The last
part was just icing on the cake."
By now she was licking and gently sucking Laura's
nipple so thoroughly and insistently that Laura was
beginning to feel renewed juicing and throbbing in her
pussy.
"I'm going to want you again, if you don't watch out,"
she breathed, stroking Cecilia's marvelous silky body.
"You know, we can't do the fist thing, like we did
before," Cecilia looked up, her black eyes wide and shiny
with fresh sensuality. "Too soon. My pussy's still a
little tender from the incision."
Laura gave her a sly grin. "I could lick it. I love
to lick it."
Cecilia dragged Laura down on the bed and embraced her
roughly, kissing her throat and her neck, growling
playfully. "I'm horny, girl. You can't imagine how horny.
I want to be fucked. Ron won't fuck me yet. He's afraid
he'll tear something." She made a reflective face.
"Actually, I am too. He's got one of those really big ones,
know what I mean. Sometimes it hurts even when I'm not
recovering, like now."
"I can be careful."
But Cecilia wasn't satisfied. She frowned quizzically.
"I was thinking maybe you could do me up the back way,
you know? I mean, I never let him do that, even though he
always wants to. It's that big cock of his. God, it's
huge. I can't imagine how it would feel to have that huge
thing up your booty." She grinned at Laura. "But you . . .
I'll bet you have some kinky little toy that ain't so big as
that, right? Something you use when you doing those yella
girls that scream so loud it wakes the neighbors. Right?"
Her eyes twinkled mischievously.
Laura found herself quickly in her mind going over
their wrenching climaxes of a few minutes ago, trying to
recall how loudly each of them had groaned. Usually she was
very careful, but in her eagerness to see Cecilia, and
feeling the elemental magic of their sexual connection, she
had somehow not taken any precautions against excessive
noise. She had not even warned or reminded Cecilia. They
had both cried out pretty wildly, and Laura was now deathly
afraid the Gibsons, if they were home, might have overheard
it.
Worse, now that she was entangled in a sexual
relationship with their daughter Shontay-even though they
knew nothing about that-she feared they might drop a causal
comment to Shontay about the loud sexual exploits of their
downstairs neighbor, and the fat would be in the fire.
Laura realized that her previous worries about exactly the
same thing had been groundless, but now she had given them a
fresh life.
On the other hand, she could not ignore what Cecilia
had said. Cecilia wanted to be fucked, and she wanted it in
the ass. Few women were ever this straightforward and
honest with Laura, and Laura certainly want to oblige. She
could not ignore the prickly, hot, itchy pulsing that had
sprung up in her groin at the very thought. On top of that,
Cecilia had resumed sucking her nipple, sucking it harder
and more hungrily than before, which was heating up Laura's
blood again to the raging point.
"Have you ever done that?" she inquired softly.
Cecilia shook her head, grinning like a small child
with a secret. "Finger only." She made a moue. "You don't
remember? It was you. Laura, you probably be doing so many
nasty things with your other hoes you don't even remember
diddling my beautiful black booty."
"I was just testing you," Laura said, pulling her face
up and kissing her.
"Yeah, right."
Cecilia's eyes twinkled. She was very beautiful at
this moment, and Laura remembered how, when they had first
met, she herself would sit for hours over lunch gazing at
this gorgeous face, wanting to ravish Cecilia's sensual
lips, wanting to run her own lips across the wondrous silky
sheen of her deeply black cheek. Some evenings she had even
gone home and masturbated while dreaming of the girl.
She had never really allowed herself to fall in love
with Cecilia as completely as she had fallen for others
since from the start Cecilia had been married, happily, it
seemed, and planning for children. She seemed to be one of
those rare women who loved her husband and kids but saw
nothing wrong with an occasional dalliance in Laura's bed.
She was good-natured, and never jealous of Laura's other
girlfriends, though she was not above teasing Laura
mercilessly about them.
Laura playfully wrestled Cecilia onto her back,
hovering over her now as Cecilia had been doing earlier to
her, dangling her small breasts in Cecilia's face.
"I would love to make you whimper and scream," she
murmured. "I would love to fuck you in a way you won't let
your husband fuck you."
"You getting me pretty hot, Laura," Cecilia confessed,
beaming.
Laura had been turning over in her mind an episode
once with Brandi, the muscle queen, who had sat in a chair
once in a hotel room and, holding Laura's hips in both
strong hands, had rubbed Laura's wet pussy back and forth
over her hard thigh muscle until Laura had nearly died of
coming. It was not the act that captured her imagination so
much as the position. If she took the place Brandi had
taken, with Cecilia facing her, she could hold the toy
between them while Cecilia rode it, and get a face full of
these marvelous milk gourds at the same time.
But there was no chair in her bedroom other than a
small, flimsy one that wouldn't work. Her mind raced. The
sofa!
Quickly, she fished with one hand under her bed, first
locating and rejecting the huge double dildo, then finally
finding the smaller, more `normal-sized' one that she had
used long ago before discovering the huge one. She pulled
it out, dangling it in front of Cecilia's face.
Cecilia's eyes grew wide. "Ooohhh, I never been
screwed by a white cock before."
"It's really a little more pinkish than white," Laura
observed.
"Looks like we could both get some fun out of this
one," Cecilia said, running her slender black finger from
the top to the bottom, pausing to touch the ballooning cock
head on each end.
"That's the point, my love. Now help me get some of
these towels out from under the sheet so we can take them
with us."
"Where we going?"
"Into the living room. The sofa."
Cecilia's eyes grew even wider. Without another word,
she helped Laura take up the sheet. Both of them grabbed
about four towels and took them along into the living room.
Laura had also snatched up one of her small bottles of baby
oil, and Cecilia herself carried the double dildo.
The drapes were open, so Laura pulled them shut.
"Leave them open just a little," Cecilia said. "Just
to let a little light in, not so anybody can see."
Smiling slyly, Laura left the drapes open about six
inches. "Is that the exhibitionist in you coming out?"
Cecilia ignored her, looking down at the sofa. "Laura,
this is one expensive piece of furniture. You sure you want
to be spilling milk all over it?"
"That's why we brought the towels, silly."
"You better get more than a few towels, girl. These
boobs are gushers when they get going. You hardly got `em
working in there."
"Maybe a whole sheet?"
Laura returned to the bedroom and brought back the
sheet they had already taken half-off the bed. She and
Cecilia carefully covered Laura's white sofa with it. Laura
could barely take her eyes off the bobbing, swaying, bulging
balloons of Cecilia's large breasts, marveling at how big
they were and yet not misshapen or grotesquely engorged,
just smooth and spherical and . . . full; there was no other
word for it. Full. The tickle inside her pussy flared up
again.
"I see you looking, girl," Cecilia said, softly. "You
still thirsty?"
"I could never get enough, not if we did it for a
week."
She sat down on the sofa, holding her arms out to
Cecilia, who climbed on top of her thighs, facing her,
brushing her breasts in Laura's face.
"Remind me to save enough to squirt in your pussy once,
before I leave. I have never forgot how you came when I did
that."
"Me either," Laura panted, feeling suddenly very
aroused, her face now buried between the two massive mounds
of delicious flesh. "Now hold still while I get this
ready."
Cecilia leaned back a little, watching while Laura
spread shiny baby oil all over one end of the dildo. "You
look like you've done that before."
Laura made a face at her. She set the bottle on the
lamp table. She lowered the greased dildo between them.
"Up a little," she coached softly, sliding it under
Cecilia's groin and past the inflamed cleft of her pussy,
which Laura could clearly see, glimmering dark pink and wet
among the coal-black tufts of Cecilia's pubic patch. "Now .
. . careful . . . go easy, yes, like that . . ."
"Hhhhh!" Cecilia gasped, her eyes watering briefly as
Laura, using her fingers, found her asshole and introduced
the tip of the dildo into it. "Ooohhhh, that feels funny!"
"Just slide down slowly on it . . . that's it . . ."
Laura was looking into Cecilia's eyes, looking to see
the expression on her face as it penetrated her, and she saw
a grimace reflecting a weird, intense mixture of pleasure
and pain spread over her features. Cecilia gulped a few
desperate breaths.
"Oh shit . . . that feels . . . wonderful," she gasped,
her eyelids fluttering, her head lolling back.
This motion thrust her full, swollen breasts more
forcefully into Laura's face, and Laura could not help
kissing them eagerly, raising her free hand to them,
pinching one of Cecilia's huge, bulging nipples between her
thumb and her forefinger, which quickly sent a spurt of warm
milk into her face.
"Ohhhh!" she dissolved into giggling, feeling it
trickle down her chin and cheek.
Cecilia had partially regained her senses and looked
down. "You better get on this train before it leaves the
station, girl," she panted. "Otherwise . . . you gonna be
left behind." She clenched her teeth, moving her body up
and down on the dildo in her ass. "This feels better than I
ever thought it would be. I don't know how long I can
last."
Laura realized that Cecilia was telling the truth. She
was moving and undulating with tense urgency, and the look
in her eyes showed her in the grip of a fiercely intense
sexual delirium. Oh god, it always happens too fast! Laura
thought, quickly reaching down with one hand and carefully
guiding the other end of the dildo up into her own squinchy,
throbbing pussy, gulping for self-control as she felt it
ride up into her.
"Unhh!" she gasped.
Now they were both linked by the long hard tube, and
the connection seemed to allow a sharp influx of even more
intense sexual feeling to flow between them, as if these
were real cocks fusing them together in this rhythmic
rocking. Laura's hands came up to Cecilia's large, overripe
breasts, cradling them, guiding one into her mouth, sucking
it with preliminary tenderness but feeling the warm sweet
milk flow into her mouth copiously anyway.
"Ohhnnnnn!" Cecilia moaned, her eyes rolling up, her
body beginning to rock a little faster on the dildo that now
slid up deep into her ass. "Ohhhh . . . Laura . . . I love
it when you fuck me," she panted in a soft, guttural
whisper.
She had her hands on the tops of Laura shoulders,
holding them to steady herself as she rocked back and forth,
up and down, on the dildo, but now she grabbed Laura's head
and pulled it forward into her breast.
"Yes! Yes!"
Quickly things began to get out of hand. Warm milk
poured into Laura's mouth faster than she could gulp it
down, and it trickled down her chin and her cheeks. She too
felt the dildo spiking up into her own pussy, a part of the
shaft sliding over her clit each time Cecilia pitched her
pelvis forward, which sent shivers of excitement through her
body to mingle with the insistent throbbing pulse of the
happy, swelling urgency she felt as Cecilia's milk coursed
down her throat.
Now they were bucking and churning together, and
Laura felt a hint that the dildo was slipping. She reached
down with one hand to grab it, moving her mouth over to
Cecilia's other bobbing breast at the same time, guiding
Cecilia's bursting black nipple between her lips with her
free hand.
"Drink it, honey . . . suck it, honey!" Cecilia panted,
maybe more uncontrollable than Laura had ever seen her,
gasping and almost bouncing up and down on Laura's thighs as
she drove the dildo deeper into her ass, and also up into
Laura's pussy with each thrust. "Ohnnn! Oucchhh! Oh shit
. . . that goes in deep! Ungghh! Oh yes! Suck, Laura . .
. suck! Suck harder! Anngghhhh!"
"Oh god . . . baby . . . yes!" Laura gasped, now
drenched in warm milk, feeling it run down her face and
spill onto the rest of her body, feeling it running between
her breasts and Cecilia's, a sticky fluid that glued them
together even tighter. "Oh yes . . . ungghhhh!"
The dildo pierced her sharply as Cecilia lunged
forward. For a second Cecilia's plump, flowing nipple
slipped out of her mouth, but Laura was feverishly hungry
for it, and she quickly guided Cecilia's breast back to her
mouth. The bulbous black nipple was streaked with rivulets
of milk, wet and glistening, and Laura devoured it, drawing
it deeply into her mouth, sucking it even harder than
before. She heard a tiny, clotted mewling from deep in
Cecilia's throat.
"Mnngghhiiee!"
Oh yes . . . she's going to come! Laura realized. I
can feel it!
In fact, she could feel distant convulsions beginning
to reverberate through Cecilia's wonderful, soft, springy
flesh as the girl bounced and strained and panted on top of
her, pushing her squirting breasts into Laura's face,
keening and whimpering now as the storm engulfed her,
grinding her ass down on the dildo that impaled her.
Laura could feel it piercing her own body too, stabbing
up more sharply into her with each frantic lunge Cecilia
made in her frenzy as she approached an intense orgasm. They
were pumping so furiously now that the sofa was rocking on
its small legs, and scrunching up the throw-rug under it,
moving across the floor, back from the window. Laura knew
in the back of her mind that they were making more noise
than she should risk, but they were yoked so tightly in a
fierce sexual struggle that neither could prevent it.
She was now absolutely drenched in warm milk, which
seemed to spurt from Cecilia's breasts at the merest touch.
Laura held them in both hands-which was not easy,
considering the way Cecilia was violently jumping up and
down in her lap-and squeezed each bulging gourd, pinching
Cecilia's thick wet nipples the way she had seen Cecilia do
so that long streams of milk squirted into her face,
spattering her cheeks and her forehead, dripping down her
chin to her neck, wetting her shoulders and then running
down to her breasts. She could now feel the warm streams
trickling down her stomach to her crotch.
O shit, I'm going to come so hard! Laura suddenly
realized.
But she had scarcely had this thought when Cecilia
groaned and slipped to the side, pulling Laura over with
her, pumping and whinnying softly, then more hysterically,
as a fierce, rupturing climax suddenly shattered her.
"AUUNGGHHHH!" she cried out, coming hard, still flexing
and straining and pumping, her body askew across Laura, who
now felt her own bubble burst too, not the swelling, radiant
mushroom cloud she was used to feeling with Cecilia, but
this time a piercing, stabbing squirt of hot ecstasy.
"Unmnngghiiee!" she squealed, unable to stop herself.
She felt her whole body suddenly wrenched by a
debilitating convulsion. And Cecilia did not stop coming.
"AUUNGGHHHH!" she cried out again, still pumping
maniacally, awkwardly sprawled across Laura, her shoulder
wedged into the corner of the sofa, which still rumbled and
rocked as they kept pumping each other vigorously. "Ohhnnnn
god . . . oh god Laura . . . . ungghhhh! Auungghhhhh!"
"Mmmgghiiiieeee!" Laura squealed again, pierced by
another sharp arrow of excruciating pleasure.
Cecilia's wild pumping not only drove the dildo up into
her own ass but also stabbed the other end deeply up into
Laura's pussy, and Laura's orgasm reflected this thrusting,
skewering motion as she simply dissolved in hot sexual
shivers, moaning and clinging to Cecilia, still chasing
Cecilia's wet, popping, glimmering black nipples with her
lips, insanely trying to suck more milk into her mouth even
as both of them were crushed and crippled by overpowering
orgasmic seizures.
Laura knew she had not had such a violent, loud, or
crushing fuck-match and orgasm since the time she and Jane
had together broken her bed, and she lay panting and
tingling, half pinned to the sofa by Cecilia on top of her.
Cecilia was panting too, and softly moaning. They were both
sticky and clammy with milk all over their bodies, but
neither made an effort to move. The moment, Laura realized,
was too powerful, and she knew that, like her, Cecilia did
not want it to end.
Her apartment was deathly silent now that they had
ceased moaning and whooping, and Laura felt acutely the
contrast between what had just occurred and this funereal
calm. Oh god, we made enough noise to wake the whole
building, she thought. Not only the Gibsons. God, we
screamed, we groaned, we both came so hard!
She could still taste the milk from Cecilia's breasts
on her tongue, and feel it slowly coagulating on her skin.
She could feel it gluing her skin and Cecilia's together as
they finally moved to escape this awkward position, with
Cecilia slumped forward and half across Laura's partially
supine body, their groins still linked by the rubbery tube
of the double dildo.
"Hold on a minute . . . I'll get it out," Cecilia
gasped, trying to right herself, pushing her palms into the
sofa cushions and lifting her torso, her skin slowly peeling
away from Laura's, pleasantly stuck to it by the gummy
drying milk.
But Laura clutched her, embracing her, not letting her
sit up completely but pulling her over face to face, then
kissing her mouth warmly.
"Don't you dare touch it," she murmured. "I don't want
this ever to end. You really fucked me, girl. You nearly
drowned me in milk."
Cecilia smiled and bit Laura's lower lip sexily. She
still seemed dazed and flummoxed by the impact of the sexual
cataclysm they had just shared, her eyes murky and her mouth
slack.
"Got to keep up my reputation . . . better than those
fat-ass yella girls you been spending your time with," she
said, still a little breathless.
"You're better than anybody," Laura said to her,
meaning it completely.
Cecilia grimaced playfully. "You may not want this to
end, but this thing up my booty is beginning to feel a
little funny now that we're finished."
Laura smiled and relented. Together they carefully
extracted the wonderful thing from their bodies. Cecilia
looked at it with distaste as Laura put it on a rumpled
towel at the other end of the sofa. The dildo was still
glistening with a shiny coating of oil and cunt juices. She
made a nasty face.
"That thing is a miracle, Laura," she said, deadpan.
"Guess I'll have to get me one for when Ron's out of town."
Laura pulled her back down on top of her, luxuriating
in the feel of their breasts pushing together again, running
her tongue inside Cecilia's mouth in a happy, ardent kiss.
"You could just come over here and use mine," she
purred.
Cecilia smirked. "Can I bring my two little boys with
me? What they gonna do, watch Sesame Street while you and
me be in there moaning and fucking like two sick cats?"
Laura pouted. "We did make a little too much noise.
You know, I have these new neighbors. Not the same as the
other ones. These . . . well, I don't know if they're
worse, but I don't want to find out."
Cecilia's eyes twinkled, since it was Laura's problem,
not hers. "I'll tell `em you were pulling one of my teeth
for me, if we see them," she said.
"Right," Laura raised one eyebrow.
She couldn't take her eyes off the drying milk streaks
on Cecilia's deeply black skin. They made interesting
swirls, parabolas, and whorls of a grayish sheen that
smeared her magnificent breasts, her smooth chest above
them, her gleaming shoulders where milk had run off Laura's
body onto hers, even her lovely stomach and abdomen, where
Laura could now detect a spidery filigree of stretch marks
that had not been there after the birth of her first child.
"Don't you be looking at my tummy, Laura," Cecilia
snapped, abruptly turning her body to partially conceal it
from Laura's eyes. "It's all wrecked now. Good thing I
still got these."
She winked and raised both hands to her heavy breasts,
turning her palms out and pressing her knuckles against the
sides, pushing the ripe globes together, making them swell
and jiggle in a way that reduced Laura to another hot shiver
of fresh lust.
"Ooohhh, it don't take much to get you interested
again, I can see," Cecilia teased.
"But this sheet is a little wet," Laura said. "I think
we have to move."
Cecilia climbed off her, grabbing one of the fresh
towels they had brought in from the bedroom, starting to
wipe the drying residue off her body. But Laura snatched
the towel away.
"I want to lick it off you," she whispered, letting one
finger trace some of the patterns on Cecilia's body.
"You are one horny little white girl, Laura," Cecilia
breathed. She smiled. "I can't believe how lucky I was to
meet you."
Laura hopped up. "Help me put a fresh sheet on the
bed."
Cecilia frowned, looking at the sofa and the scrunched-
up throw rug underneath it. The sofa was two or three feet
further back from the window than it had been when they
started, and turned at an angle.
"How'd that happen?" she asked Laura.
"You did it," Laura taunted her, grinning. "You were
on top. Jumping up and down on me, you nasty thing."
Cecilia shook her head in mock dismay. "Guess you
ain't the only horny one here."
They grabbed the few towels they had not yet used and
returned to the bedroom, where Laura took two bathrobes out
of the closet and tossed one to Cecilia.
"Here, cover up that gorgeous body. It's hard for me
to keep my mind on business when I get to look at it."
Cecilia smiled as she slipped into the bathrobe,
watching Laura do the same. "What business do you have
right now but me anyway?"
"Oh . . . making the bed. Pouring us each a glass of
wine." Laura leaned close so that her mouth was just inches
from Cecilia's sleek black neck. "Sucking the dried milk
off your beautiful body," she whispered, as sultry as
possible.
"There's plenty left to suck at the source," Cecilia
flirted.
They put another sheet on the bed, with towels under it
again. Laura poured each of them a glass of wine, and for a
while they were able to keep their hands off one another by
chatting idly about work and the strains of motherhood,
about which Laura knew nothing. But Cecilia was an expert.
These quiet, relaxed moments were very sweet to Laura.
Unlike many of her girlfriends, Cecilia was not possessive
or jealous but very good-natured and sensible, still
completely ravishing, even after the birth of her two
children, but not phony in the least, not full of herself,
like some others. They had been doing this on and off for a
long time, and they both knew that what they got from it was
something nothing or no one else could replace. They
actually talked, sitting across from one another in Laura's
living room, where they had just fucked so riotously a
little earlier, for close to half an hour before the wine
and their sexual attraction began to heat them up again.
Laura's bathrobe was too small for Cecilia's large
breasts, which pushed out against it, revealing more deep
black satin cleavage every time she shifted her body. The
skirts of the robe climbed higher on her glossy hard thighs
too. Laura found herself staring again, and Cecilia,
amused, made it worse by leaning forward, so that her large,
heavy breasts swooped out against the terrycloth, and by
scissoring her legs, so that they gleamed and flexed, making
Laura's throat catch.
"You know, Laura," Cecilia said, eyes veiled, voice
smoky and low now, "when you look at me like that, I can
feel the flow starting up all over again. I usually only
feel it with the baby . . . but with you I feel it too."
She glanced meaningfully down at her crotch. "Down there,
too."
Laura rose out of her chair and came over to her,
kneeling, easily slipping her hands under the loose
bathrobe, running them lightly over Cecilia's warm, smooth
body.
"I haven't got to kiss `down there' yet," she murmured,
parting the fabric of the robe.
"Girl, if you kiss me down there it's all over. We
better get back to that bed, where the towels are. I feel a
geyser coming on."
They almost flew together to the bedroom, shedding the
bathrobes on the way. This time they coiled together naked,
kissing hungrily but slowly, willing to take their time now
that they had released their initial passion.
"Are you going to squirt it all over me?" Laura purred
to her sensually. "Are you going to squirt it in my pussy?"
Cecilia smiled noncommittally. "Are you going to lick
me down there?"
Laura nodded.
"Then girl, I'm gonna give you a milk bath you won't
forget."
"Mmmm . . . me first."
Cecilia had been on top both times so far, and it was
now Laura's turn. She allowed herself to feast on Cecilia's
wonderful naked body inch by inch, letting her lips linger
on the smooth shallows beneath her collarbones, kissing and
nuzzling her sexily under her chin, kissing her arms, the
velvety sides of her torso under them, deviating momentarily
into the deep valley between her large, swollen breasts,
then sliding down her stomach, down to her belly, which was
now a little wrinkly and creased by childbirth trauma, no
longer the incredibly smooth and midnight-black paragon it
had once been but still an endearing flaw that made her love
Cecilia more than ever.
Cecilia's thighs parted to let her slide down further,
and soon she was facing the wet, open, glistening magenta
furrow of Cecilia's lovely, oozing pussy, one she had not
licked in over a year. Miraculously, Laura thought, it
showed no signs of having recently passed something as large
as a baby but was the same wavy-lipped, parabolic
masterpiece she had remembered, and she immediately extended
her tongue and slithered it right between the thin, black,
glossy inner lips, pushing it deep into the interior.
"Unhhhhh!" Cecilia gasped, looking down her body at
Laura. "Oh . . . yes!"
Laura remembered long ago that Cecilia had told her
that Ron never did this. Though their married sex life
seemed-if Cecilia's testimony were any indication-to be
healthy and exuberant, it evidently did not include the
worshipful devotion to ardent cunnilingus that Laura was
able to bring to her relationship with Cecilia. As far as
Laura knew, unless Cecilia had diddled around now and then
with her friend Bernice, she herself was the only one who
had ever tasted this marvelous wet blossom.
And that thought made her more ardent than ever. It
was not just a pleasure but a rare opportunity, and she
meant to give it every last ounce of her considerable skill.
Slowly, she made love to Cecilia's festering, runny red
slit, exploring the folds and crevices with the tip of her
tongue, spreading the filaments of shiny black hair away
with her thumbs, with her lips teasing the little pinkish
seed of Cecilia's clit, which only partially protruded from
under it's hood.
Cecilia moaned and twisted, her large, swollen breasts
rolling and swirling. Her fingers slid into Laura's hair,
clutching Laura's scalp frenetically, trying to pull Laura's
face even harder into her streaming cunt. This Laura took
as a sign to back off a little, to slow the pace. She
wanted Cecilia to explode, but she also relished the chance
to bring her along slowly to a point at which she would be
utterly helpless in the grip of her sexual need.
Is it a power thing I have? Laura wondered, unable to
pursue the thought since she was so aroused already by the
pungent odors of Cecilia's sweet pussy, and by Cecilia's
wild churning and feverish moaning.
"Oh . . . god, Laura . . . you know how to do that
good!" Cecilia panted, biting her lip and looking down into
Laura's eyes, which held hers as she continued to suck and
lick Cecilia's pussy passionately. "Unhhhh! Unhhhh! I'm
going to come if you keep that up, girl," she half-giggled,
before her head dropped back suddenly to the mattress.
"Ohhhh!"
"Oh, you're not going to come yet," Laura whispered,
taking pains to prolong the sweet agony. "You're just going
to want to come."
"Unhhhhh! Oh yes . . . I do! Anngghhh! Oh . . . yes,
like that . . . right there! Oh, more, Laura! Unhhhh!
Right there . . . yes!"
Again Laura purposely slowed down, caressing Cecilia's
marvelous silky black inner thighs with her fingertips,
kissing her red, swollen pussy but not tonguing or sucking
it, letting her eyes drift up the surging, undulating ebony
flesh of the girl's body to her contorted, beautiful,
sexually-anguished face. Cecilia was now touching her own
breasts, gently cupping and squeezing them, almost
unconsciously, swirling her fingers over the gourd-shaped
mounds, which jiggled and rolled as she twisted her body.
After a few seconds, Laura began to crank up the heat
again. She kissed Cecilia's inner thighs, which she had
been stroking lovingly with her fingers, and worked her
mouth back to Cecilia's inflamed pussy, knowing the girl
could feel her approach, knowing how the anticipation felt.
"Oh yes . . . oh yes! Please . . . Laura, please!"
Cecilia whimpering, bucking her hips even more suggestively.
And now Cecilia began to dig her own fingers more
roughly into the spongy round flesh of her breasts, and to
pull her large, bulging nipples. She looked down at Laura,
catching Laura's eyes, her face framed by the large mounds
of her breasts.
"Put two fingers in it . . . Laura, I like it . . . yes
. . . ohngghhhh like that! Ungghh! Oh god yes!"
Her head fell back, but now she began pinching her
nipples in the special way Laura had seen-and also
imitated-bunching them up into little pointed cones in her
fingertips, then squeezing, and suddenly geysers of milk
began to spurt up from them, leaping almost a foot into the
air. Each time she pinched, another stream of milk squirted
up from each breast, and the milk then fell back onto her
heaving, writhing body.
"Ohhhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnnn!" Cecilia moaned, squirming
and pumping her pussy up into Laura's mouth, pinching and
twisting her nipples.
Inevitably Laura's hands slid up the girl's wet body,
her fingers coated with warm milk as they reached Cecilia's
large, spouting breasts. Her fingers mingled with
Cecilia's, pinching and milking Cecilia's nipples too, and
she now unleashed her final love-assault on Cecilia's
flowing pussy, lashing her clit with her tongue, sucking it,
devouring the hot, runny pit in a voracious attack that
brought rising, keening, hysterical whimpering from deep in
Cecilia's throat.
"Anngghyymnnggeee . . . anngghyymnnggeee!" she half-
wailed, now beginning to quiver, then clench, her body
totally out of control, bucking and surging under Laura.
Oh, you're going to come now, honey. It's almost here,
Laura thought, half-crazed by passion herself, wildly
aroused by Cecilia's sexual mania and the feel of Cecilia's
warm milk bathing her hands and fingers, sticking to the
bottoms of her arms, which were stretched up across the
girl's wet stomach.
"Oh god yes Laura yesssss!" she gasped. "Oh . . . oh!"
Laura could feel her body trembling and knew that
Cecilia was already coming. The real explosion was a few
microseconds away, but she could not resist the temptation
to slide up Cecilia's undulating, wet body. By now
Cecilia's own hands had fallen away from her wet breasts and
were twitching and scrabbling at the sides of her body as
she began to come. Her black nipples were still oozing
droplets of warm, sweet milk, and Laura took over, dropping
her hand to Cecilia's pussy and fucking her rapidly with two
fingers just as a shattering climax struck her.
"AUUNGGHHIIEEENNGGHHIIEEE!" Cecilia cried out, her body
clenching and rising almost completely off the bed.
"Auujngghhhhhh!"
The bed shimmied as she dropped back to the mattress,
shaking it violently. Laura's mouth and her other hand were
all over Cecilia's wet breasts as Cecilia came, sucking her
nipples, pinching them, so that some milk poured down
Laura's throat while milk from Cecilia's other nipple shot
high into the air again, descending on them both, then
squirted directly into Laura's face as she guided that
nipple toward her open mouth. They had shared some pretty
messy, wet fucks in the past, but this was beginning to
transcend them all. The warm, sweet milk from Cecilia's
body covered them both, and Laura gulped as much of it as
she could, feeling it have the usual effect as her body
began to implode, and she could feel hot lightning storms
starting to throb deep inside her cunt.
"Oh Jesus!" she gasped, rolling onto her side facing
Cecilia, who was recovering from the first wave of her own
orgasm and rolled over on her side too, eyelids fluttering,
toes curling.
Unable to stop herself, Laura now buried her whole face
in Cecilia's wet breasts, grabbing them with both hands now
that Cecilia's climax had faded, sucking first one plump,
spurting nipple, then the other, feeling herself seethe and
swell with impending ecstasy, whooping and whimpering
maniacally as warm milk trickled down her chin and gushed
into her mouth.
"Oh god . . . honey . . . I'm going to come!" she
gasped to Cecilia. "Fuck me with it . . . please! Do it in
my pussy like you said! Quick! Please! Quick!"
Cecilia revived herself from her own stupefying orgasm
enough to slip down Laura's body, where she pushed Laura's
thighs apart and with both hands guided one of her wet, milk-
streaked breasts into Laura's crotch. Her bulging nipple
pushed directly into the oozing, gaping crease between
Laura's pussy lips, and Laura nearly fainted as she felt the
radiating cloud of a stupendous nuclear meltdown begin to
envelop and enclose her.
From this point on she could do nothing but moan and
twitch and writhe as Cecilia rubbed her nipple up and down
in the groove of her flooding cunt, then pulled it back
about an inch and began to squirt warm milk into Laura's
aching slit.
"Unnhhhhhh! Unnnhhhhh!" Laura groaned, feeling her
whole body begin to throb in one giant, fiercely intense
spasm that left her quivering and breathless. "Oh god!
Unhhhhhhh!"
"Ohhh honey . . . go for it . . . do it," Cecilia
panted.
"Unngghhh! Oh yes! Oh god yes!"
And then she came in a long, harrowing series of huge,
swelling, bursting, hot bubbles of paralyzing rapture.
Cecilia's warm milk streamed into her cunt, and as Laura
began to come Cecilia pushed her nipple back into the wet,
runny, raw flesh of Laura's pussy and rubbed Laura's clit
with it, making Laura's orgasm more intense than ever, until
the breath nearly left her body entirely and she merely
vibrated in unison with the universe for an impossibly long
time until the last, fluttery spasm of bliss finally died
away.
Rarely did she lose track of time-only with Cecilia,
really, in the grip of these other-worldly orgasms-but Laura
had no idea whether this one had lasted thirty seconds or
three minutes. Cecilia was still scrunched up between her
thighs, looking at Laura's pussy and her own breast, her
nipple still only inches away from Laura's clit. She slowly
raised her head until her eyes caught Laura's. A slow,
happy smile began to spread across her lovely face.
"I think I said this before," she murmured softly,
dreamily, her eyes locked in an intimate tango with Laura's.
"We're gonna have to do this in the bathtub from now on."
She glanced down at the wet sheets and made a comical face.
"This bed is soaked. What a mess."
"I wouldn't trade it for anything," Laura smiled back.
"You make me come like nobody else."
"It's just this milk and my blue black skin that makes
you come like that, Laura," Cecilia purred, getting to her
knees and moving up, again dangling her heavy breasts, all
streaked and sticky with drying milk, in Laura's face.
"Here, you want a last drink before I put them away?"
Oh god, another orgasm . . . Laura though, her eyes
rolling up in ecstasy as she opened her mouth and felt
Cecilia's soft, bulbous nipple descend into it. The wet
sheets suddenly meant nothing as both of them dissolved a
few minutes later into a final, blossoming, swelling,
expanding mushroom cloud of shared coming, both of them
coming together in a scalding, throbbing seizure of bliss
that seemed to last longer than all the others combined.
And this time, Laura knew, it was a good ten minutes before
they peeled themselves apart.
"I remember this from the last time," she whispered,
kissing Cecilia's marvelous, silky cheek. "We nearly killed
each other with these orgasms."
"I know," Cecilia said. She moved to the edge of the
bed, looking around for her clothes. "And I got a little
boy who needs this more than you do. I can't afford to be
killing myself in bed with a gorgeous white girl who has
kinky tastes." She winked. "Know what I mean?"
Laura smiled, nodding reluctantly. She watched Cecilia
retrieve her scattered clothes and dress, not moving until
the clamminess of the sheets began to get to her.
"I think I'm going to have to let this dry out," she
said, wearily.
Cecilia shot her a meaningful glance, her eyes
glittering with mischief. "You better get that smell out or
one of those yella girls is going to know what you been
doing."
Laura smirked. "Let `em wonder."
She kissed Cecilia at the door. It was a wonderful,
tender, lingering moment.
"Had a nice time, Miss Laura. Hope I didn't run up
your laundry bill too high."
Laura pushed her against the still-closed door. "You
ravishing creature. I could rape you again right here."
She kissed Cecilia ravenously.
"I do believe you could," Cecilia giggled, charmed and
flattered by this attack. "It's great to have a beautiful
girl who loves me as much as my husband does and will fuck
me too, when I ask her," she said softly.
Laura pecked her on the nose and opened the door for
her. "Just make sure you keep asking."
"You gonna want me when the milk is gone?"
Laura let the fire show in her eyes. "I think you know
the answer to that."
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at
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The chapters are now also available in html format at
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c Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2001. It is unlawful to
reprint or
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