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Chapter 273
Nothing was settled, Laura knew that. She and Sara had
spent a weekend so crammed with sweet, tender, and
emotionally intense fucking that by the end of it both were
exhausted, wrung out, and limp. They slept most of the day
Sunday, entangled naked together, and did not part until it
was absolutely necessary, late that night, since tomorrow
was a work day for both of them. Never did the subject of
Dee Dee arise, and their love seemed so deep and
transcendent to Laura that she was tempted to believe
everything had reverted to its pristine purity, even though
deep down she knew that was not true. Nothing was settled.
She and Sara were in love, and they had tacitly, it
seemed, agreed to a truce. Dee Dee would not be mentioned.
Laura's transgressions were not forgiven as much as shunted
to the side and ignored, at least for the present. While
this did not make Laura feel entirely comfortable, she was
so happy to have Sara back in her arms, in her bed, that she
could accept anything that made it possible. She did not
know how Sara felt about this and was afraid to ask.
Nevertheless, they were warm and affectionate to each
other, and they agreed to meet midweek. Laura was again
like a love-struck teenager and wanted call her nearly every
minute of the day, to linger on the phone with her murmuring
love words, but she knew it was impossible; it was also
mawkish, sentimental, and stupid.
To overpower her urge to call Sara every day,
especially during lunch, when they would both be free and
might set up something for the evening, Laura practiced self-
restraint by shopping. She shopped and shopped, like an
addict shoots smack. Boxes and shopping bags piled up
unopened in her living room. She and Sara did spend
Wednesday night together, another idyll of unbelievably
sweet love and sex, as if their prior estrangement had never
happened, or had happened to two other people. The
following day Laura flung herself heroically into shopping
once again.
They had planned another weekend together, when Sara
suddenly had to fly back to Jackson, Mississippi one more
time to settle some financial affairs of her late father.
This was a delicate moment, since during her last trip to
Jackson, when her father was actually dying, not only had
Laura slept with Dee Dee; she had spoken to Sara on the
phone while Dee Dee was splashing around in the jacuzzi
bathtub, waiting for Laura to join her in a wet orgy of
splashing and delicious fucking. Fortunately, Sara did not
(Laura hoped, anyway) know about the second part. The fact
that Laura had slept with Dee Dee in itself had been enough
to shatter their trust and destroy their relationship, which
was only now being cautiously rebuilt.
"You have to call me, twice a day," Laura said to her.
"I'll drive you to the airport. I'll pick you up. Call me
every day. I'll die without you."
But Sara shook her head, grim and determined. "Oh, no.
Oh, no. Not that. You can drive me. No calls, okay? I
don't even want to think about what might be going on in the
background."
She shot Laura a significant glance. Laura was wounded
but tried not to show it.
On Saturday, after driving Sara to the airport early
for her flight, Laura promptly plunged into shopping once
again, to get her mind off it. At Saks, where she rarely
shopped because it was too expensive, she ran into, of all
people, Kendra Fallon.
It had been close to a year since Laura had seen
her-since Kendra and Jane had moved across the Bay-and now
that she first spotted her from the rear and did not see her
face, her reaction was quite what it would have been were
Kendra a fantastic-looking, gorgeous stranger.
The time Kendra was not working or lying in some bed
with one of the men she collectively dubbed 'Mr. Penis' she
spent in the gym, hardening her terrific body into a
masterpiece of polished mahogany. Laura was very attracted
to black women anyway, and one who was this sleek, well-
shaped, and flamboyantly dressed would have had her
slavering at any time.
Kendra did not spend all that energy working out only
to cover up the results. She commonly wore sheath dresses
without sleeves, cut very short, so that her spectacular
legs and smooth, beautiful arms were very conspicuous. Her
jutting breasts and the out-curved miracle of her ass were
also displayed to great advantage in these dresses. The
fact that her daughter Jane had an even more miraculous hall-
of-fame posterior did not detract in the slightest from
Kendra's own miracle butt, which she was happy to swivel in
front of anyone who cared to look, though Mr. Penis was her
prey of choice.
Today she wore a fairly tight-fitting light mauve
sheath, a shade that spectacularly highlighted her fantastic
dark mahogany hued skin, which was abundantly visible,
glossy and richly textured, the kind of skin that Laura
wanted to touch everywhere with her lips.
Oh god, what a beautiful woman! Laura thought, unable
to take her eyes off Kendra's incredible sleek flesh. The
shoulder-length bronze-gold hair, though, began to ring a
bell, as well as Kendra's hard, muscular calves, dark and
gleaming. I know this woman, Laura thought, searching her
memory. Oh god . . . it's her! It's Kendra. I know it, it
has to be her!
Almost embarrassed at herself for not recognizing her
immediately, she approached Kendra just as Kendra was
turning toward her. "Laura?" Her lovely, animated face
broke into a broad smile. "Laura! It is you!"
"Kendra," Laura was smiling too.
After all, even though Kendra preferred Mr. Penis, she
and Laura had shared some exquisite and exhausting moments
in bed.
"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes," Kendra
beamed, immediately embracing her, right there in the store.
Of course this embrace was quite within the limits of
the acceptable, a warm greeting between old friends, even
though Laura knew they were both getting something extra out
of it. The sweet, fresh odor of Kendra's body gave Laura a
special thrill, and the feel of her hard, round breasts
pushing into her own was almost too much to bear. She ran
her fingertips lightly across the glossy burnished mahogany
of Kendra's arms, feeling the tensile muscles under the
smooth skin. Oh god, my pussy is going to start flooding if
I don't back off, she realized.
She wondered if Kendra was feeling the same thing as
they broke off the embrace. A little embarrassed, she
stepped back gingerly and tried not to blush. Kendra looked
momentarily nervous too, as if she had felt a jolt of sex
animating their brief embrace, as Laura had. We fucked,
after all, Laura was thinking. We fucked a lot, at one
time. Even though she was always scurrying off to get
pumped by Mr. P, she found time for me to take her to
paradise often enough. Some times she even canceled him for
me, Laura remembered. No wonder we both feel that way.
"Well . . ." Laura said, flustered, even breathing a
little faster, looking around to see if they had drawn any
attention. "What a surprise. What are you doing in the
city? I thought you deserted us. And gosh, you look so
great. As usual."
Kendra raised her eyebrows and looked at Laura both
skeptically and bemusedly in the same expression, as if to
say, 'We both know why you're saying that, dear. You have
one thing on the brain.' But then she broke into a friendly
smile.
"You look pretty good too, Laura," she said softly, her
eyes suddenly sparking with flecks of electricity deep in
their interiors. But then she totally switched her tone.
"Jane's taking the SAT tests, out at USF. I dropped her off
and came down here to kill some time."
"God. College already."
Kendra grinned and shook her head. "One more year.
They start taking those tests early, remember? So they can
take them over again if they fuck up."
"And how is Jane?" Laura asked, almost demurely, as if
to deflect Kendra's natural suspicions. "I mean, growing
up, I guess. Getting serious."
Kendra snorted. "Serious about cock." She raised an
eyebrow at Laura so that Laura would get the point. "Takes
after her Mama, I guess."
Laura and Jane had been caught fucking by Kendra, and
for a long time Laura had thought she would never have
either one of them again. In fact, this incident had been
the major cause of their moving out of Laura's former
apartment building and relocating across the bay.
Fortunately, Kendra, though still furious at Laura for
'fucking my baby,' as she put it, was unable to resist the
lure of Laura living downstairs, so close, so available.
Within a few weeks, she was again dropping in for an hour or
so of heated rutting, often before one of her dates with the
legendary Mr. P.
Laura and Jane had fucked often after being discovered
by Kendra, and even a few times after Kendra had yanked Jane
across the bay to get her out of Laura's clutches, though
they had always been more cautious after being caught. But
god, Jane and I broke my bed once when we were fucking,
Laura recalled. Nobody else ever did that. Sex with Jane
had become more torrid than ever after Jane's mother had
discovered them, as if somehow Kendra's anger and suspicion
spurred Jane into new, passionate frenzies of wantonness.
Laura realized that even though she was standing in the
middle of a dignified, upscale department store, she was
feeling overwhelmed by fierce sexual longings caused by her
memories of fucking not only with Kendra but with Kendra's
extremely wanton daughter. Also, in passing she reflected
that Jane might indeed be 'serious' about cock, as Kendra
indicated, but that Kendra would be the last one to know.
Jane had boyfriends, but she had frequently confessed to
Laura that none of them came close to thrilling her sexually
the way Laura did.
These reveries must have caused a brief glaze to pass
over Laura's eyes, because Kendra half-snapped at her to get
her attention. "Laura? Girl . . . are you here? Earth to
Laura."
"Oh." Laura blinked. "Sorry . . . I was thinking
about something."
Kendra's eyes flickered knowingly. "I was thinking
about it too," she said pointedly. In order not to appear
too obvious to Laura, she began gently fingering the
lingerie that was hanging on the rack beside them. "Where
are you living these days? Still in the same old place?"
She cracked a grin at Laura. "Keeping the neighbors awake?"
"Actually, I moved. I got a little condo . . . out on
the other side of Twin Peaks." At the thought of what she
was about to say, a strange flush of guilt spread through
Laura, caused by the almost religious sanctity of the
healing process she had been going through in the past week
with Sara. "If you've got a little time to kill, maybe
you'd like to see it."
Again Kendra looked bemused. She let the nylon fabric
of the peignoir she was fingering slide across her hand as
she released it. She glanced hotly at Laura. "I guess I
have a few hours." She looked at her watch. "Where are you
parked?"
"Union Square Garage."
"Me too. I'll follow you."
Laura was overcome by butterflies but did her best to
appear steady and measured as she walked calmly with Kendra
across the street to the parking garage. Once in her own
car, though, she could no longer ignore the flux of guilt
and sharp sexual anticipation that electrified her body.
She could not help feeling like she was betraying Sara, even
though this time it was a harmless reunion with an old
friend, and not a disastrous encounter with Sara's own
feckless and endlessly desirable sister. But her guilt was
overshadowed by the knowledge that she and Kendra were, past
experience had proved, thoroughly combustible.
By the time she reached her condo-with Kendra driving
right behind her in the red Jeep Cherokee that Laura herself
had once driven when Jane's driving on the mountain roads,
after their delicious afternoon of fucking in the outdoors
on Mt. Tamalpais, had terrorized her so much that she
forcibly took over the wheel-she was in a hot lather of
sexual need. Kendra seemed to be feeling the same. Laura
tried to remain calm and to show Kendra around her new
place, acting sedate and self-controlled, but by the time
they reached the master bedroom, the tension was too much
for both of them.
Laura could not prevent herself from reaching out to
touch Kendra's bare, muscular, sleek, dark brown arm. She
ran her fingertip along the curve of it. "I can't believe
how hard you are," she whispered, feeling her hot blood
surge through her body.
"Laura, let's not mess around," Kendra murmured, her
dark eyes smoking too. She brushed aside the enchanting
flag of her bronze-gold bangs self-consciously. She looked
at her watch. "I've got to pick Jane up at three-thirty.
We both know what we want, and we've only got about two and
a half hours to get it done."
Laura came closer to her, lowering her eyelids, now
running her fingertip up to Kendra's shiny round shoulder.
"I know what I want," she whispered. "What do you want?"
Kendra smirked sexily, looking down at Laura's finger.
"What do you want?"
"I want to lick you all over your beautiful hard body,"
Laura breathed.
"Oooohhh," Kendra shivered, laughing. "You just give
me the goose bumps when you say that. Now I know why I came
over here. No man ever talked to me like that, Laura. Or
wanted to do that. They just want the old . . . you know."
She pointed playfully to her crotch.
Laura looked down in the direction Kendra was pointing.
"I hope you don't think I'm any different," she whispered.
Kendra shivered again, her shoulders shaking, her
laughter bubbling up out of her throat. "There you go
again!"
Laura ran her finger over Kendra's bare shoulder to the
edge of the sleeveless sheath. She slipped her fingertip
under the smooth mauve fabric. "How does this thing come
off?"
Kendra let her grin sag. "Now Laura . . . I think
you've taken off enough of these to know the answer to
that," she softly chided, reaching behind herself with both
hands to unfasten the buttons that ran down the back.
Laura stepped back a little. "I just like to watch you
strip."
"You and about a hundred others. Only all of them got
a dick swinging between their thighs."
"I've got one too, did you forget? Not between my
thighs . . . but over there in the drawer."
Kendra did not answer and now pulled the loosened
sheath over her head, tossing it on the bed. She wore
simple white underwear, nothing fancy, but with a body like
hers pure simplicity was the answer since it highlighted by
contrast all the supple, hard, smooth, gleaming magnificence
of her naked flesh. Her skin was not deeply, richly black
like Dee Dee's, or Dawn's, nor was it even as dark as her
own daughter, Jane's. But it had a dark golden brown glow
and sheen that made Laura quiver inside with the urge to
touch it and stroke it.
She moved closer again. "Let me take the rest off."
"Unh uh," Kendra waggled a finger at her. "You too.
Let's show full equal rights here, okay. I have a right to
see that beautiful model's body of yours, too."
"God, Kendra, I've missed you. I didn't realize how
much."
Laura was wearing a very simple blouse and pants, and
she was out of them in only seconds, glancing briefly at
Kendra as she was taking them off to gauge her interest and
arousal. Kendra looked paralyzed by fascination, her eyes
glued to Laura's body.
"I didn't either," she said softly. "I tried not to
think about you, Laura. Now I see why."
"Can we have a little kiss? For old time's sake?"
Laura, while descending quickly into her seductive
self, feeling her body heat up with desire for Kendra, could
not help feeling a stab of guilt at using the same words
Sara had used to her playfully a few days earlier during
their initial confrontation at Sara's office. Get her out
of your mind! she cautioned herself. Kendra is an old
friend. This is for old time's sake. Sara is away, she
will never know.
Also, even though she was always captivated and filled
with lust for her partner of the moment, Laura again found
herself wondering how she could ever have allowed herself to
lose Kendra. The woman's body was amazing. Kendra's flesh
was hard, but not the rippling, compact, grotesque muscle
that even the beautiful Brandi Pearson sported. Instead,
her body was lithe and smooth but powerful and firm,
curvaceous but lean, a masterpiece of physical beauty.
Her breasts were also the roundest, hardest balls of
flesh Laura had ever seen, except for Vondi's, which were
surgically enhanced. Not Kendra's. As Laura kissed her
slowly, and their tongues coiled together in a slow,
sensual, dance of reacquaintance, she let her fingers slide
up and down the silky, smooth flesh of Kendra's back, until
her fingertips reached Kendra's bra clasp, which she quickly
undid.
Kendra smiled. She knew her body was a masterpiece;
she had worked hard to make it that way, though she had once
admitted to Laura that all the working out in the world
could not make her breasts this firm and round. They had
simply always been that way. As her white bra slid down her
arms, she watched Laura's hands cupping the dark, naked
globes, watched the expression of lechery mixed with awe
that passed over Laura's face.
Laura kissed her way very sensually down Kendra's
exposed upper body, kissing her neck and gleaming shoulders,
kissing her smooth upper chest, bringing her face down
between the marvelous round balls, kissing the skin between
them. At the same time, she was squeezing each of Kendra's
magnificent breasts in her hands, as much as they could be
squeezed since they were so firm. Her thumbs found Kendra's
large dark caramel nipples and brushed them rapidly.
A tiny, almost silent gasp escaped from Kendra's lips
and she looked down. "That feels pretty good, Laura," she
panted. "You gonna go on?"
Laura smiled up at her. "I am going to go on and on,"
she murmured. "I am going to swallow these beauties."
"I . . . believe you are," Kendra panted. "I've seen
you do it before. No one likes titties like Laura." She
ran her fingers through the thick cloud of Laura's hair.
"Look, maybe we better lie down here on the bed before we
get carried away. Here, take off this stuff too."
Quickly, she helped Laura out of her underwear and
slipped off her own panties. They lay down facing each
other on the bed and slid together in the same fluid motion
in what was always a thrilling moment for Laura: the first
wonderful instant when their naked flesh touched everywhere,
from lips to toes, their breasts mashing together, their
stomachs pressing, their mouths hungrily searching and
sucking.
Laura started to slide down Kendra's body with her
mouth, wanting those breasts, wanting to mouth-maul them
with hungry passion, but Kendra pulled her back. "No . . .
not yet. You know, you don't kiss like a man," she
whispered, her eyes swirling with hot sex but full of rare
tenderness at the same time. "You kiss so sweet, Laura.
Hungry . . . but sweet. I want a little more."
"Mmmmm, I could kiss you all day," Laura smiled.
Laura loved kissing, and now that she realized Kendra
liked it too and did not want to hurry on to the fireworks,
she relaxed and let all her true kissing skills take over.
She couldn't remember if they had indulged in much kissing
in the past, since their relationship had always been more
physical than emotional, but this unexpected reunion seemed
to have injected into both of them a tenderness that had not
been there before.
Of course, it was also laced with a throbbing sexual
heat, and while they kissed patiently and intricately, they
also ran their hands all over each other's naked body, until
in minutes they were whimpering and twisting together.
Laura dug her fingers into Kendra's hard, resilient flesh.
Kendra's fingers bit into Laura's ass, into her back.
"I don't think this is gonna last very long, girl," she
panted into Laura's shoulder as Laura swarmed over her, then
slid down again, no longer to be denied Kendra's fantastic
round breasts.
"I want these . . ." she panted. "I want these . . . I
want to suck them . . . I want to kiss and squeeze them and
swallow them."
She filled her hands with the hard round balls and
lashed Kendra's large, dark nipples with her tongue,
stabbing and licking them feverishly. Kendra groaned softly
as Laura took one of her nipples into her mouth and began
sucking it like there was no tomorrow. She remembered how
Kendra had once told her that Mr. Penis never sucked her
nipples the way Laura did, being always too eager to get his
cock into her. She had loved Laura's lengthy bouts of
worshipping and hungrily sucking her breasts, and Laura was
happy to bring back the memories for her.
Kendra held Laura's head in both hands, looking down,
watching Laura's mouth devour her breasts, first one, then
the other, then return to the first one, slurping her
nipples, sucking them inside her mouth, covering them with
warm spittle so that they shined and gleamed, dark caramel-
colored and wet.
"Oh god . . . I love the way you do that," she gasped,
squirming, releasing Laura's head with her hands and moving
them instead to the breast Laura was currently sucking,
holding it for her, almost shoving her stiff, wet dark
caramel nipple deeper into Laura's voracious mouth.
"Unhhhhh! Oh!"
When Laura's mouth moved back to her other nipple,
Kendra moved her hands to that breast too, holding it for
Laura, now squirming and panting in a more heated frenzy
than before, fiercely aroused by Laura's mouth. Laura let
her wet dark caramel nipple slide out, catching it sexily
with her teeth just before it escaped. She half-smiled, as
much as she could smile with her teeth gently clamping the
wrinkled, excited areola of Kendra's stiff wet nipple, and
looked up at Kendra, waggling her head playfully like a
doggy.
"Oh god . . . girl, you're getting me wet as a river,"
Kendra panted, grimacing not from fear but sharp sexual
excitement.
Without speaking, Laura sucked Kendra's aroused nipple
back into her mouth, deeper this time, lashing it with her
tongue inside her mouth, pinching it against the roof of her
mouth, snuffling and growling and twisting in her own
feverish sexual mania.
"I love your boobs," she gasped, letting it escape
again, but peppering Kendra's hard round breast with kisses,
pinching Kendra's other nipple with her thumb and
forefinger. "I want to swallow them."
Kendra bit her lower lip. Her eyes rolled up. "You're
doing a pretty good job of it," she panted. "Why don't you
leave some for Marshall. He's gonna be pretty pissed if
there ain't nothing left for him."
Laura grinned up at her, pausing for a moment in her
fervent feast. "You still seeing Marshall? I thought you
told me he doesn't suck these the way I do."
Kendra bit her lip again, watching Laura continue to
devour her wet, stiff, dark caramel nipples. "He doesn't.
But he likes them a little."
"I like them a lot," Laura teased.
"Oh shit . . ." Kendra gasped. "If you suck those any
harder, I'm gonna just come all over your bed."
"Mmmmm, you are anyway," Laura smiled, now sliding down
further, finally leaving Kendra's magnificent breasts to
love-maul the rest of her extraordinary body.
She could not keep her mouth or her hands off any of
it. The firm expanse of Kendra's rippling stomach and
smooth, flat belly were a paradise of soft burnt bronze
skin, glimmering and sleek in the dim afternoon light of
Laura's bedroom. Laura kissed and caressed it slowly,
worshipfully, with her fingertips, working her way down the
silky plane until her chin was tickled by the shiny black
curls of Kendra's pubic hair.
She loved Kendra's hard, rippling abs and knew she
could rub her pussy into a seizure of hot coming on them,
but what she really wanted were Kendra's firm, magnificent,
dark golden thighs. They weren't Brandi's black killer
columns of steely flesh, but Laura had ridden them to glory
in the past a few times and knew the kind of crushing orgasm
they could deliver. She wasn't ready for it yet since she
fully intended to have her fill of Kendra's delicious,
writhing body before submitting herself, but she did want to
see them again, touch them, kiss them, run her fingers over
the hard, smooth muscle that ran from Kendra's kneecap to
her groin, feel the latent power of it.
Sliding lower, between Kendra's yawning thighs, Laura
began to kiss one, running her lips up and down the hard,
clenching muscle, then deviating inside, kissing the warm
inner flesh, her lips coming perilously close to the open,
festering slit of Kendra's soupy, glistening, black-lipped
pussy, all wet and pink and shiny inside.
"Oh! Oh!" Kendra whimpered uncontrollably. "Oh yes!
Yes, Laura . . . yes!"
"Mmmm, you want me to eat your pussy, don't you," Laura
purred. "I'll bet Marshall never eats your sweet black
pussy. I'll bet Mr. Penis just sticks his big hard meat in
it but never licks it and makes you tremble and moan,
right?"
"Oh god . . . Laura!" Kendra gasped, now forcing her
upper body off the bed onto her elbows, looking down at
Laura, who was poised between her thighs, her face only
inches from Kendra's oozing cunt. "You are the devil,
girl!"
"You want me to make this pussy sing, don't you," Laura
panted, now running one forefinger up and down in the warm,
buttery crease, slithering it in deeper, until it was sunk
up to the second knuckle in Kendra's flowing honey pot.
Kendra gnawed her lower lip, her eyes glued to Laura's
hand. She swirled her hips, gyrating them slowly, making
Laura's finger slide in and out of her pussy. Since she
knew they were both getting a little pleasure out of her
talking dirty, Laura ramped it up.
"Oh . . . you want me to fuck you, is that it? You
want me to ram you and pump you, like he does? You know, I
have a dick too. I can get it. I can fuck you so hard you
scream, darling."
Even though she was half-grimacing, half-wincing from
intense sexual arousal, Kendra managed a saucy grin. "Girl,
even you can't fuck me that hard," she panted. "Marshall
got a cock that's three feet long. You've seen it."
Still fingerfucking her, Laura nodded. "I even felt
it, remember?"
Kendra's black eyes were now going glassy, but she
nodded. Again she glanced down at Laura's wet fingers
sliding in and out of her beautiful gaping cunt. "I . . .
don't want you to fuck me," she panted softly. "I want you
to do what he can't do. Lick my pussy until I come. Only
you can do that, Laura. Only you ever did that to me."
Laura was touched. Kendra was often so brassy, sharp-
tongued, and blunt, so protective of her daughter and
censorious of Laura for allegedly corrupting her that this
tender admission just about melted her heart.
"It would be my pleasure," she whispered, throwing
Kendra a sultry look as she lowered her mouth to the
waiting, juicy masterpiece of Kendra's glistening wet quim.
Slowly extracting her oily, shiny finger from the
clinging, glossy black lips of Kendra's excited pussy, she
brushed back a few filaments of pubic hair to expose it more
fully to her mouth, then, extending her tongue, ran the tip
of it up one side and down the other of the inflamed cleft,
not yet touching the squinchy, juicy insides, which were all
slippery and shiny with flowing nectars, pink and raw and
wet. Think of that lucky Marshall, getting to plunge his
monster truncheon into this pretty juice pit whenever he
likes, and yet never taking the time to grab a taste. Men
are so boorish and ignorant.
"God, Kendra, you have the most beautiful pussy," Laura
said, admiringly. "I forgot how beautiful your pussy is."
"Laura . . . be serious, you say that to all the
sistas," Kendra half-laughed, though breathing heavily now
and gnawing her full lower lip harder than ever as Laura's
tongue explored the outer creases of her aroused cunt.
"No, I don't," Laura half-giggled and murmured back.
"Only when it's true."
She spread Kendra's glossy, wet black cunt lips aside
with the fingers of both hands, revealing more of the
greasy, shiny, pink inner depths, and then slowly burrowed
her tongue into the center of the tangy slit.
"Oh! Oh!" Kendra gasped, her fingers scrabbling in the
sheet, momentarily overcome by the sweet sensations Laura
was causing.
She had fallen onto her back but quickly propped
herself up again on her elbows, looking down at Laura, who
was now slowly and sensually slurping the wide-open wet pink
furrow between Kendra's swollen black cunt lips. I am going
to give you the works, honey, Laura thought. You are going
to be so glad you asked me to do this.
"Unh! Oh Jesus, that feels good," Kendra sighed, now
gently swirling her hips, uptilting her groin to Laura's
ministrations. "You do this to Miss Black Universe too?
How're you and her getting along? Does she . . . unh! Oh
yes! Does she . . . come here and let you lick her like
this . . . until she screams?"
Kendra had always had teasing names for Laura's other
lovers, the ones she had overheard Laura gloriously and
exuberantly fucking when she and Jane had lived in the
apartment above Laura's. She had frequently even gone so
far as to conceal herself while watching them leave so that
she could later describe them to Laura and ask how they were
in bed. Laura was trying to recall which one Kendra had
dubbed 'Miss Black Universe'. She thought it was probably
Yvette.
Dear Yvette, she mused, while cleverly licking Kendra's
marvelous wet cunt. Dear lovely, wanton, fuckable Yvette.
God, I haven't even had her over here. I haven't tasted
that sweet pussy for months!
Now slurping and licking and swallowing Kendra's
fragrant cunt slime more and more hungrily, she laughed
softly. "Miss Black Universe hasn't been over here yet.
She's married, you know. And she has a few other admirers
too."
"Married? You mean you take those beautiful sistas to
bed and don't even worry about Mr. Penis finding out? Girl,
you got more courage than a pit bull. Unhhh! Oh . . . yes!
Oh shit, Laura, right there, right there! Yes! Owwnnggg!
Oh shit, that feels good!"
Somehow Laura's tongue had touched a raw, excited nerve
in Kendra's pussy, and her body clenched and nearly
levitated off the bed for a moment in a sharp, piercing
moment of sexual alarm. Also, the mention of Yvette's (and
others') husbands, or 'Mr. Penis,' as Kendra so loved to
call them, was getting a little too close for comfort. It
was a little foolhardy, and Laura had paid the price more
than once. She did not relish being reminded of it, and
since Kendra was becoming beautifully aroused by her
skillful and passionate cunt-licking, she turned her
attention to it more single-mindedly.
Their talking lapsed, and they sank into a period of
heavy panting, twisting, and gasping. Laura knew she was
bringing Kendra closer by the second to a crushing
explosion, and she concentrated all her efforts to heighten
the thrill. Enjoying the challenge of not using her
fingers, she sucked and licked and tongue-stabbed Kendra's
oozing, inflamed quim passionately. With her palms spread
flat and planted on Kendra's silky, dark gold thighs, as if
pushing them farther apart to expose the vulnerable wet seam
of her sweet pussy, Laura pushed her mouth into the
slippery, warm flesh, slithering her tongue in deep,
gobbling it, growing more aggressive as Kendra began to
whoop and churn more uncontrollably.
"Ungghh! Oh! Shit . . . Laura! Ohnnngggg! Yes . . .
yes!" she groaned, her hips twisting and bucking as Laura
cranked up the heat another notch.
By now Laura had slipped her hands down from Kendra's
thighs and under her taut, clenching buns, cradling them,
squeezing them as she sucked Kendra's creaming pussy more
and more hungrily.
"I want you to come . . ." she panted. "I want you to
come hard . . . hard . . . you're going to come so hard . .
."
"Ungghhh! Ohhnggg!" Kendra moaned, her face now
grimacing with the onset of a killer climax.
"Yes . . . yes!" Laura panted, squeezing Kendra's ass
cheeks as hard as she could and taking her clit all the way
into her mouth, sucking and tonguing it wildly.
By now they were bouncing and straining and churning
and shaking the bed, striving, struggling, snuffling and
grunting softly. Kendra had grabbed Laura's head in both
hands and was forcibly pulling Laura's mouth into her pussy,
shaking her pelvis, groaning almost hysterically, perhaps
more physically aroused than Laura had ever seen her,
careening toward her orgasm, straining to get there.
"Unh . . . uhn! Ohnnngggg . . . yes yes! Ungghh!"
"Yes, baby . . . yes, baby!" Laura panted to her, again
sucking Kendra's clit passionately.
Suddenly Laura felt Kendra's strong, hard thighs clamp
against her cheeks as Kendra's hands released her head, and
then she was bucking and coming in a violent surge of
wrenching ecstasy.
"Auunnggghhh!" she cried out, a fierce scream that
seemed to drain the breath from her lungs as her body leaped
off the bed into the air.
Laura held on desperately, though there was little way
she could free her head anyway.
"Ooooohmmmgghhiieeennggg!" Kendra howled again, pumping
her pussy into Laura's mouth, her fingers flittering
spastically around her rolling breasts, scissoring her
nipples as she continued to come sharply, her body jerking
as fresh spasms rolled through her, her strong thighs
seizing Laura's head again and pumping furiously as she
rolled and thrashed around.
Laura rolled with her, half-giggling at the way she was
imprisoned by Kendra's strong body, but feeling the warm
cunt fluids gush over her lips and tongue as Kendra groaned
through the final spasms of her fierce climax.
"Ohhhhnnnn . . . ohnnnnnnn!" Kendra sighed as her body
began to slacken and relax.
Her thighs now unclenched, releasing Laura's head.
Laura in turn released the upper portion of Kendra's
delicious, creaming pussy from her mouth. She could not
resist the impulse to slurp up the last few drops of cunt
honey that coated Kendra's wet black pussy lips.
"Mmmmm, you came good, my darling," she purred to
Kendra, sliding up to face her. "Just like the old days,
right?"
Kendra was still panting. She gave Laura a wan,
blasted look, glancing down at her lips. "You got wet lips,
Laura. Better wipe them with a towel. You look like a
slobbering sex fiend."
Laura laughed softly. "I am one." She licked her lips
ostentatiously with her tongue. "I love Kendra cunt candy."
Kendra herself broke out in a guffaw of uncontrollable
laughter. "You, girl, are the most outrageous person I ever
met, I declare," she said, still laughing. "And you sure
can make a girl forget about that big dick. What you got in
that mouth anyway that makes it so . . . good? Felt like
your tongue was wriggling way up inside my body, shooting
fire up there."
Laura looked at her dreamily. She was somehow feeling
wonderful inside, not only sexually hungry but very warm and
happy. Whatever the emotional turmoil they had shared in
the past due to Laura's uncontrollable desire for Jane, and
Jane's equally reckless desire to push the envelope of
lesbian sex with Laura, she had always enjoyed lying naked
like this with Kendra, fucking with sheer exuberant flat-out
athleticism and frank lust. It was like old times.
"When you put it like that," she purred, "it makes me
want to do it again. You are very beautiful when you come."
Kendra batted her eyelashes playfully. "There you go,
you're gonna make me blush, if you don't stop. Anyway, you
don't even know how beautiful I am because I had your head
locked between my legs when I came."
Laura grinned. "That was beautiful. You're pussy is
beautiful."
Kendra's eyelids lowered imperceptibly, and her dark
eyes flickered with sparks. "I know another pussy in this
room that's pretty snazzy too, you know," she murmured in a
husky voice. She slid her hand down Laura's body to her
groin, caressing the smooth skin of Laura's hip and thigh on
the way. "I think it might be ready for a sweet ramming."
Laura's eyes rolled up, and she felt the breath catch
in her throat, felt a quick, thrilling flutter of her pulse.
She rolled halfway onto her back, lifting her thigh to make
Kendra's destination more available, then whimpered softly,
uncontrollably, as she felt Kendra's fingers slide between
her parted, very wet cunt lips.
"Unhhhh!"
Kendra was kissing her again now, whispering against
her lips. "I think you like that."
"I love that," Laura murmured back dreamily, fluffing
Kendra's bronze-gold bangs with her fingertips.
They kissed for another minute or two, and Laura
wondered if Kendra might not be feeling the same nostalgic
emotions she herself was feeling. Kendra's fingers slowly
massaged Laura's pussy while her tongue explored Laura's
mouth. Only a few minutes of this were enough to bring
Laura's body to the boiling point. Kendra recognized it
from Laura's squirming and panting.
"You're ready, girl."
"I know. I've been ready for half an hour."
"Let me guess. I'll bet you want the thigh."
Laura bit her lower lip and nodded, again feeling the
hot blood rise in her throat, feeling her pussy throb. She
lowered her own hand to Kendra's thighs.
"I've dreamed of these."
Kendra looked down at Laura's fingers on the hard,
sleek muscle of her thigh. "You know, almost every time I
look at them I remember that time . . . those times," she
corrected herself. "They're not like Ms. Olympia's, but
they're still pretty good."
"They're wonderful," Laura said in a throaty voice,
clotted with sexual desire and anticipation.
"You want to choose one?"
Laura shook her head, looking deep into Kendra's eyes.
"I want you to choose one. After that, I want you to do me
as hard as you can with it. You know I like it a little
rough sometimes."
Kendra nodded. "I know. Me too."
Laura kissed her heatedly. "Oh Kendra, I want you to
fuck me hard. Like you did before."
"You are a nasty little glutton for fucking, aren't
you, Laura. Just like me. I've missed you, girl."
Laura was almost appalled at herself, hearing herself
say these words. She knew they were true, but somehow they
reflected a different side of herself than she had come to
display to others lately, certainly a side of herself she
had never shown to Sara. There was a depraved, debauched
side of her nature that came out only at special times, a
part of her that wanted to be totally destroyed by fierce
fucking, that wanted to flame up in coruscating spirals of
white-hot fire. Even Kendra, she suspected, did not crave
these self-obliterating moments, though she would not find
them out of bounds. They had done this once or twice
before.
Instead of dwelling on this too long, she began to
undulate under Kendra, as if to incite her, to tempt her
further, She pushed her body up into Kendra's while Kendra
dropped her mouth to Laura's naked breasts and began to suck
Laura's nipples hungrily.
"I want you to do everything to me," Laura panted,
running her fingers along Kendra's fantastic muscular back.
"Fuck me . . . do everything to me . . . fuck me with your
thigh . . . fuck me harder than ever."
"Better be careful what you ask for, girl," Kendra
panted too, looking up from Laura's glistening, saliva-wet
breasts, smiling but serious at the same time.
But Laura was quickly getting out of control. She knew
Kendra, knew she could trust her, knew she could rely on her
to deliver, and she was in no mood to wait.
"Oh god, that feels good!" she gasped as Kendra sucked
her wet nipple again deep into her mouth. "Bite it."
With Laura's hardening nipple still in her mouth,
Kendra grinned and waggled her head playfully. But she did
not bite it.
"You don't want me to do that," she finally said,
letting it slip out.
Laura scooped up her breast in one hand and pushed her
excited nipple against Kendra's lips. "Bite it . . . just a
little . . . not too hard," she panted. "And then fuck me
with your thigh. Fuck me hard. Quick. Do it. Please."
Kendra looked at her, eyes glazed, breathing hard
herself. "Laura, you are about the hottest person I ever
met," she confessed.
Laura glowered at her, feeling her body rage and throb
with sexual need, exulting in this thrilling moment of being
physically entangled with the incredibly desirable Kendra on
her own bed, about to be energetically fucked. "Bite it,"
she breathed.
Kendra was unconsciously touching the edge of her top
teeth with the tip of her tongue, as if contemplating the
depth of Laura's incredible (to her) masochism. She also
seemed poised on the tip of decision, wondering whether to
give in to this invitation to perversion.
To spur her forward, Laura again pressed her wet,
aching nipple against Kendra's parted lips. "Do it."
Slowly, looking down at it, Kendra extended her tongue
past her teeth, swirling it slowly around Laura's erect
nipple, then parting her lips further, then pushing her
mouth forward until she took Laura's nipple inside of it.
She sucked it gently, her eyes drifting back up to Laura's.
Then Laura could suddenly feel her teeth.
A hot squirt of sexual fire shot through her loins. Oh
shit, yes! she thought. She must have sagged briefly in a
fit of intense anticipation because an instant later she
felt Kendra's fingers biting into her flesh, grasping her
body, and felt the edge of Kendra's teeth sinking into her
taut areola, felt the squirt of fire in her pussy become a
slashing blade of shimmering flame. Oh shit . . . I'm going
to come before she even fucks me! she thought, crazily.
But in the next second she knew that wasn't true
either, because in one sinuous, fluid motion Kendra brought
her thigh up into Laura's crotch, and Laura nearly shuddered
in a pure bright spasm of sexual thrill as she felt the
hard, lean piston of this smooth, steely muscle pressing
lengthwise into the gaping wet lips of her puckered cunt.
From a position where they were half on their sides, facing
one another, Kendra rolled Laura easily onto her back.
For someone who rarely did this with a woman, she had
great skill, and now instead of clamping her teeth tighter
on Laura's nipple, as Laura expected, she loosened her grip
and sucked it again instead, drawing her hard thigh up and
down in the wet, throbbing groove of Laura's splayed pussy.
Laura realized, and had half-expected, that they could have
quickly descend into a thrashing, groaning fury of wild
fucking that would result in a helpless, gagging orgasm on
her part in only seconds. Instead, Kendra was backing off a
little, pulling back, rubbing Laura's pussy with her thigh,
but not in a hot, thrusting, passionate way. Instead, she
was almost caressing Laura's aching, inflamed slit with it,
and, bending her torso, sucking Laura's nipple almost in
rhythm with her slow, patient strokes.
"Unhhhhhh . . . unhhhhhh!" Laura groaned maniacally,
her body twisting and trembling under Kendra's as she felt
the force of her coming orgasm somehow redouble in the
distance, until she feared that when it arrived it would
split her open.
It was not easy to thigh-fuck Laura and suck her
breasts at the same time, but Kendra's sleek, dark-bronze
body was amazingly flexible, and now she shifted her
attentions to Laura's other nipple, smiling at Laura as she
moved from one to the other.
"You like that," she purred. "I can tell."
"Oh . . . Kendra! Unhh! Oh, god I love that!"
Laura gyrated her hips slowly, pushing her throbbing
cunt up into Kendra's hard, smooth thigh muscle, now
slippery and wet with Laura's warm cunt fluids. Again for a
couple of minutes they were silent, except for the harsh,
irregular chuff of their panting, as they settled into a
slow, patient fuck-rhythm. Laura was sunk in a sweet
delirium of sexual pleasure, wondering somewhere distantly
in her mind why she was not pumping and gasping and
careening quickly toward a conflagration of coming.
Instead, she was rocking gently up and down, pushing her
flaming slit up into Kendra's slow, skillful thrusts,
feeling the sweet pressure build inside her body, watching
Kendra's hungry mouth on her nipple, feeling her breast
swell and throb.
But it could not last forever. Kendra couldn't stay in
this cramped position for much longer, and the leverage she
could give her thigh was also diminished this way. And
Laura could not fend off the throbbing, pulsing, swelling,
imminent cataclysm of her orgasm any longer.
"Unghh! Yes!" she grunted softly, as Kendra's mouth
released her breast, Kendra's body straightened and tensed
over her, and she could feel Kendra's hard, smooth thigh
plowing more vigorously into the flooding, aching wound of
her vulnerable pussy. "Ungghh! Yes! Oh . . . Kendra . . .
ungghh!"
Even though she was in marvelous physical condition,
the effort of fucking Laura this way was making Kendra pant
heavily too. Digging one knee into the mattress for
support, she now held Laura's hips in her strong hands and
began to give Laura what Laura had begged for, crunching her
muscular thigh into the soupy mess of Laura's crotch
mercilessly, making Laura whimper and squeal as the hard,
clenching muscle almost seemed to penetrate her flaming
cunt, nestling in the wet groove, pulverizing her pulsating
clit with each ferocious thrust.
"You're gonna come, baby . . ." Kendra panted, her eyes
fiery with hot lust as she drove her thigh up repeatedly
into Laura's oozing pussy. "You're gonna come now . . . now
. . . you're gonna come. Come to Mama . . . come to Mama .
. . unh . . . unh!"
"Oh shit, Kendra!" Laura cried out, grimacing as
unbelievably intense sensations shot through her flexing
body.
Kendra fell forward, releasing Laura's hips and now
clutching her back and shoulders, embracing her, mashing her
own breasts into Laura's as she brought her thigh up into
Laura's pussy with one, two, three final crunching thrusts.
"You're gonna . . . come . . . now . . ." she panted,
almost growling in a low, guttural threat or promise.
And she was right, but the orgasm hit Laura so hard
that the breath completely left her body, and she could not
even cry out. It was a shattering climax, the kind that
ripped through you, hot, clenching, fierce, a leeching of
your nerves into nearly unbearable spasms of sweet, crushing
pleasure that left all the muscles of Laura's body quivering
uncontrollably, as if she were in the depths of a sexual
seizure that had to run its course before she would even be
able to breathe again.
Stunned by the force of it, she drifted back to
consciousness seconds later hearing her own low, tortured
moans, feeling Kendra still crouched over her, feeling
Kendra's fingers biting into her bare back, and still
feeling the large, silken pillar of Kendra's thigh muscle
embedded in the splayed, greasy furrow of her tingling cunt.
"Ohhnnnnnn!" Laura moaned softly, shuddering as the
aftershocks of this stupendous climax shook her flesh.
"Ahhnnnnnn! Oh god! Oh Kendra . . ."
Slowly, Kendra peeled her body off Laura's, leaning up,
looking down at her wet thigh still pressed against Laura's
throbbing pussy.
"If that ain't a sight," she croaked softly, still
recovering her own breath. "I guess you and me are about as
close as two girls can get, Laura," she grinned.
Laura pinched her own thighs even tighter around the
dark brown miracle thigh. "Don't you move it. I want to
remember how it looks there . . . and how it feels."
Kendra laughed softly. "I can tell you how it feels.
Feels all wet. Got Laura all over it."
Laura pulled her down and kissed her, keeping Kendra on
top of her and wiggling her groin so that her wet pussy slid
again up and down the slippery skin of Kendra's magnificent
thigh. This made her eyes go all glassy and her breath
quicken again in memory of the incinerating orgasm she had
just experienced moments earlier.
"Oh god . . ." she gasped, clutching Kendra almost
desperately, kissing Kendra's neck, which was damp with
Kendra's own sweat. "I wish I could convince you to come
over here every Saturday and do this."
Kendra giggled softly, pulling back again. "Just keep
it up and you may get your wish, girl. Ain't no Mr. Penis I
ever met who can match you for sheer sex gluttony. You too
much like me for your own good."
Laura, still lying on her back with her thighs spread,
doing her best to look as debauched and desirable as she
could, flirted back. "Even Marshall?"
Grinning, Kendra shook her head. Now she disengaged
her body completely from Laura's, wiping her thigh on the
edge of the sheet. "Okay if I use this? You want to get me
a towel?"
Laura smirked sexily at her. "Go ahead. Something to
remember you by."
Kendra raised one eyebrow. "Right. And wait until
Miss Black Universe smells it. She'll know you been
cavorting in here with somebody else."
"Cavorting? You have such a big vocabulary, Kendra
darling."
Kendra ignored this. "Marshall be wanting me to get
hitched," she said, out of the blue, as she began pulling on
her clothes.
"No," Laura said in disbelief.
Kendra nodded. "It's true."
Though flabbergasted, Laura was also suddenly
thoughtful and abstracted. Since she and Sara had
somehow-she still wasn't quite sure how they had done it, or
if it would last-patched things up between them, she had
noticed in herself a yearning for permanence that was much
stronger than she had ever felt before. What if she tried
to convince Sara to move in here?
It would be heaven! She felt her heart actually
flutter at the thought. But then her eyes regained their
focus, and she saw Kendra's hard, glossy, magnificent
burnished mahogany naked body sitting at the end of the bed,
and she realized that this would not be possible any more.
Already, even with Sara half way across the country in
Mississippi, she felt a little guilty, not only for so
eagerly hopping into bed with Kendra but also for having
enjoyed it so much, for having nearly fainted of ecstasy.
"You wouldn't be able to do this any more," she said to
Kendra.
Kendra tilted her head sarcastically and again raised
one eyebrow. "Says who? Anyway, I haven't seen you in a
year. I think I can squeeze that in," she winked.
Laura was silent. She did not want to risk even saying
aloud what she had been thinking. But I love Sara very
much, she thought. Maybe I could give up . . . this. Could
I?
"Look," Kendra said, getting up from the bed, her
marvelous hard round breasts bobbing, "would you mind if I
pop in your shower for a moment before I leave? I think
Jane is gonna smell 'hot fucking with Laura' all over me, if
you know what I mean."
"Oh, we wouldn't want that," Laura said, deadpan.
The mere thought of it was very titillating to her. It
made her want to imagine Jane's reaction in her mind's eye.
But of course sex smell was sex smell. Jane would not know
it was Laura whom her mother had been enthusiastically
wrestling with in a bed. And Kendra, who hated the fact
that Jane had slept with Laura, was certainly not going to
tell her. Nevertheless, the mere thought of Jane smelling
Laura on her mother's body was enough to start innumerable
fantasies about Jane circulating in Laura's brain.
"No . . . we wouldn't," Kendra said sternly, glaring
directly at Laura.
"Go ahead," Laura smiled. "Want me to join you?"
Kendra broke into a grin. She glanced at Laura's
bedside alarm clock. "Don't think we have time. I have to
pick her up in about twenty-five minutes."
Laura teased and insinuated. "We could have a
quickie."
"Girl, you getting me hot again. Cut it out. Now, I
got to get out of here. You're the very devil."
"Go ahead," Laura pointed toward the bathroom. "I
won't molest you. There's fresh towels on the wire shelf
beside the jacuzzi."
Kendra, after a few joking remarks about the luxury of
Laura's bathroom accouterments, disappeared into the shower
and reappeared five minutes later looking fresh and clean
and sexier than ever. Now Laura really did want to wrestle
her to the floor again and fuck her exuberantly.
They kissed at the door. "I get to work on my kisser
when I'm around you," Kendra murmured dreamily against her
lips. "You're a pretty good one, and I get more practice
with you than with any man."
Laura wanted to say "Any time, darling . . . just call
first," but she caught herself, thinking instantly of Sara,
of the complicated feelings she had been having earlier. I
might be loving Sara desperately, just when Kendra popped
by, she thought. Oh god, no.
"I'd like to practice with you more," she murmured
back, digging her fingers one last time into the round,
jouncy firmness of Kendra's fantastic ass.
Kendra pecked her tenderly on the nose. "I think we
might arrange that. At least more than once a year."
Then she winked and turned, walking down the steps to
her car while Laura watched, her pussy still throbbing
happily from the memory of Kendra's incredible sleek thigh.
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