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     Chapter 290
     
     
     
     
     The arrival of Makeeda into Laura's life certainly made
things more difficult.  Since she would not see her for a
few days, she would have a chance, at least, to sort out her
feelings.  But after a few days indeed elapsed, she realized
there was no sorting to do.  She was so shockingly in love
that she could barely breathe.
     
     There were a few other complications as well.  Joy's
father had been transferred to Kansas City, and she was
moving immediately.  This resulted in hours of tears and
defiance and heated fucking with Laura, as if Joy had to
cram her last few moments full of frantic sex that in a few
days would be lost to her forever.  Some of it involved
Carmela too, who was equally devastated that Joy would be
moving away.  The sex, however, was steamy and desperate,
and powerful enough to take Laura's mind off Makeeda for a
while.
     
     Even more disturbing was a call from Sara, who wanted
to skip their usual weekend rendezvous.  By now Laura's
feelings about Sara were so complicated she could hardly
understand them at all.  She knew she had been a little put
off by Sara's expressed desire to sleep with the nurse she
had been flirting with.  She knew she shouldn't be, given
her own semi-promiscuity, but she was.  It had hurt.  Had
that made her more vulnerable to Makeeda's allure?
     
     Even worse, the power of the feeling she had for
Makeeda seemed to make the feelings she had for Sara pale by
comparison.  Was that simply because of the newness of it
all?  That had to be part of it.  You got old and
comfortable and familiar together, if you were like she and
Sara had been for nearly a year.  You got lazy and happy.
You didn't watch out for what might be lurking around the
corner.  Nurses.  Singers.
     
     Sara was vague on the phone.  "I just have some things
I want to take care of," she said.  "Is that okay with you?"
     
     She wants to play doctor with that nurse who's after
her, Laura thought.  But now, she realized, a big part of
her didn't care.  Let her do it.  Let Sara fall into the
arms of this lecherous nurse.  I hope you two hit it off
big, she thought, and not with malice either.  Part of her
wanted Sara to get as emotionally involved with the nurse as
she, Laura, had quickly become with Makeeda.  It might make
things easier down the road.
     
     And yet it made her inexpressibly sad.  Not only for
herself, but for both of them.  They had had so much, such
sweet intimacy, which now seemed suddenly a part of the
distant past, though it had still permeated their lives
fewer than two weeks back.  She still felt very strongly
about Sara and wanted her very much, and was very jealous of
the nurse.  But Makeeda had in the space of one night become
the sun, and Sara the moon.
     
     "Of course it's okay with me," Laura assured her.  "I .
. . well, I have some things to take care of myself.  Why
don't we . . . just make it the following weekend instead?"
     
     "Thanks, Laura," Sara said softly.  "I knew you'd
understand.  I still love you, you know."
     
     "I love you too."  And she did, she realized, as she
hung up the phone.  It was all too confusing.  Sara had said
'I love you' to Laura specifically so that Laura would not
feel bad that she was fucking her darling brains out with
her new nurse this weekend.  Laura was not to feel bad.  But
Laura felt bad anyway.
     
     Finally, to stir the confusing mixture, she got a phone
call from Arthell.  Arthell presented Laura with a whole new
special set of problems.  She had put up a spirited
resistance to Laura's sly advances, but when she had finally
yielded they had spent a thrilling evening together in
Arthell's bed.  As occasionally happened (it had happened
initially, for example, with Shontay), Laura's biggest
immediate problem was in keeping Arthell from falling in
love with her.
     
     Now that Makeeda was in her life, it was hard to think
there would be any time for Arthell, and yet Laura would
feel completely like a worm if she said, after one hot night
of fucking: Sorry, darling, I have other fish to fry.  You
were sweet and pretty and delicious to fuck, but I can't be
bothered any more.  How would that sound?  It was
impossible.  Arthell was sweetness itself.  She adored
Laura, and Laura could not and would not simply reject her
because something better had come along.
     
     Arthell wanted to come to the city.  "I could spend the
night with you Friday or Saturday, if you're not busy," she
said suggestively to Laura on the phone.  "My parents are
back," she sounded rather disconsolate about it, but quickly
perked up again, "so we can't . . . you know, do it the way
we did before.  I mean, we can't be alone here."
     
     Laura thought quickly.  Makeeda was out of town, Sara
was rubbing her slutty self up against her nurse, Joy was
moving, and Carmela was trapped at home by her family.  She
indeed had the weekend free and wouldn't object to holding
Arthell's sweet young dark brown body in her arms and
hearing her shout 'Ohhh, fuck!' into her ear every time she
came.
     
     Her big challenge with Arthell, though, would be to
ease her down gently, not to let their weekend of physical
pleasure become inflated in Arthell's mind into an enduring
and glorious romance.  Maybe it was assuming too much to
think that Arthell would fall so hard, but something about
their previous encounter warned Laura that it was not only
possible but likely.  Arthell was young, impressionable,
enthusiastic, even a little na<ve, it seemed.  On their one
night together Laura had shown her the way to exquisite sex
she had never known before that.  Who could say what
fantasies she had been spinning in the mean time.
     
     "Sure, honey," she replied.  "How about Friday?"
     
     This was a bit of cunning on Laura's part, since she
knew on Friday evening, which she usually spent with Sara,
she would be unable to keep her mind off the nurse who would
be at that moment sliding her tongue up into Sara's
beautiful plump black pussy.
     
     "Do you want me to drive over and pick you up?"
     
     "Why don't I meet you like I did last time, when you
took me to your place?"
     
     Laura smiled.  That's right, the time we went to my
place but didn't do it because you were still too skittish
and shy and reluctant.  And now you want to take me back
home to my place and fuck me, right?  She quivered all over
in the thrill of having made Arthell this forward and ready.
     
     "Okay.  I'll meet you on the steps."
     
     Even though it was only six when they met, Arthell
insisted on going directly to Laura's place instead of to
dinner.  "I'm not hungry.  I had a late lunch."
     
     Laura smiled and smirked at her affectionately.  Not
hungry for food, that is, she thought.  You're hungry for
something.
     
     It was nice, in a way, not to have to be pining over
Makeeda, or over Sara.  The one was down in L.A., pursuing
her career, getting some recognition as well as a paycheck.
The halo of sweet, throbbing, aching emotion they had shared
would linger with both of them until her return.  Sara was
getting what she had wanted: novelty, fresh attention,
scintillating new sex.  No one, least of all Laura, could
deny that that had its charms.  And Laura was getting
Arthell, who sat next to her in the car almost vibrant with
promise, as if her whole young body wanted to communicate to
Laura that they had only scratched the surface of their
sexual adventure last time, and that she was eager and
willing to learn more.
     
     Laura was not immune to the excitement of having this
sweet girl again only inches away from her.  Arthell, though
Amber had described her as 'pretty in a plain sort of way,'
was actually not plain at all and had Laura suddenly
wondering what this word 'plain' could really mean anyway.
She herself had initially thought Makeeda plain, though with
an unmistakably sensuous and mysteriously alluring quality
that made it irrelevant.  It had taken her only about ten
seconds of speaking with her to discard that ridiculous
notion.  Makeeda had a fascinating but unconventionally
beautiful kind of face, with sharp, strong features that in
many ways did not seem 'African' at all, not the kind of
face that Laura usually fell hard for, the Sara face, the
Arthell face.
     
     Ah, Arthell's face.  Laura wanted to look at it while
she was driving.  She was alone with Arthell and did not
have to think about the others and the complicated feelings
she had been struggling with.  She could risk only a brief
glance now and then, but when they finally got inside her
condo, she could let her eyes feast on it.
     
     "Why are you looking at me that way?" Arthell laughed
nervously.
     
     "Just so happy to see you again," Laura smiled back.
     
     Arthell beamed as though a thousand watt light bulb had
switched on inside her head.  She turned
uncharacteristically aggressive, pushing Laura back against
the door, which Laura had just locked, pushing her face into
Laura's.
     
     "Can we go to bed right now?"
     
     Laura smiled calmly.  "What's the hurry?  We have all
night. Let's sit and talk.  You can tell me about school.
How's it going?"
     
     "I don't want to talk."  Arthell pushed her face closer
to Laura's so that their mouths nearly met.  Her lips were
thick and wonderful, and Laura wanted to rape them with her
own.  "I want to do the other.  It's all I've been able to
think about."
     
     Laura raised her hands up to Arthell's face, holding
her amazingly soft dark brown cheeks against her palms, and
kissed her slowly and thoroughly.  "I've been thinking about
it a lot myself," she murmured into Arthell's thick lips,
though in fact she had thought about it very little, having
been in an emotional turmoil over Makeeda and Sara.
     
     "Can we?" Arthell repeated her question, her smooth
forehead furrowed up in anticipation that seemed difficult
for her to control.
     
     "How can I refuse?  Follow me, my pet."
     
     In Laura's bedroom, she drew Arthell against her body
once more, kissing her smooth, warm brown neck with slow
tenderness.  Then she let her lips ascend the beautiful dark
column of flesh to Arthell's ear, which she breathed slowly
into, following her warm breath with her tongue.  Arthell
shivered.
     
     "Have you missed Laura?" Laura teased her, letting her
tongue curl around the backside of Arthell's sensitive ear.
     
     "Oh god, yes.  Oh fuck, Laura, you're getting me too
excited already!"
     
     "Well then," Laura purred soothingly, "we'll have to
slow down a little, right?"
     
     "I don't know if it's possible to slow down," Arthell
panted, now kissing Laura's neck and pulling the bottom of
Laura's blouse free of her skirt.
     
     Laura's eyes drifted down to watch Arthell's long,
slender, dark brown fingers trying to undress her.  She
didn't interfere.  Undressing each other was fun.  Arthell
was wearing a loose purple fleece top that Laura was dying
to get her own hands under.  She may not have a perfect
body, like Makeeda's-who among us has a body like that one?
Laura thought with a twinge of rue-but Arthell's was
nevertheless a delectable dark brown smooth and lovely body,
with full, slightly pendulous breasts that Laura urgently
wanted to get her hands and mouth all over.
     
     At the moment, though, Arthell was doing a better job
of getting her hands on Laura's flesh.  She had nearly
unbuttoned the blouse in only a few seconds.  Her mouth was
on Laura's neck, and her fingers slithered up Laura's back
to her bra clasp.  Laura quickly got busy herself.  She slid
both hands under Artless purple fleece and moved them up the
front to clutch Arthell's full, springy breasts through her
bra cups.
     
     "Oh god, we're going to rip something if we're not
careful," Arthell panted, so excited that she was almost
shaking.
     
     "I know," Laura laughed softly.  "Look, you first."
She dropped her own hands and moved slightly back, giving
Arthell complete access to her clothing.  "Go ahead," she
smiled.  "I'm all yours."
     
     Arthell gave her a saucy smile.  Slowly, she resumed,
carefully removing Laura's blouse.  Laura wore a pale, lacy,
lavender bra that Arthell seemed to want to adore for
several seconds before deciding to remove it.
     
     "Turn around," she commanded softly, which Laura did.
"Now hold up your hair . . . like this . . . so I can
unfasten it."
     
     "My . . . you're kind of bossy," Laura smirked, holding
up the rich chestnut flag of her hair so that Arthell could
get to the clasp.
     
     "I get it from my mother," Arthell confessed, deciding
to kiss the bare skin of Laura's back a little before
unclasping her bra.  "She can be a real cunt at times.  I
guess I inherited it."
     
     Laura laughed again softly.  Arthell seemed so sweet
and demure on the surface, and it was oddly shocking and
disorienting when she came out with these cute obscenities.
Her fingers finally freed Laura's bra clasp, and the bra
sagged and slid off Laura's shoulders.  When she turned
around again, she could see Arthell's shiny black eyes
throbbing with sexual excitement.   Arthell's dark brown
hands quickly covered Laura's naked breasts, at first
holding them gently in her palms, then squeezing a little.
     
     "You'll never believe this," she murmured to Laura, her
mouth only inches away from Laura's, "but I dreamed of these
beautiful boobs of yours two nights in a row.  Can you
believe that?  In one dream I was doing this . . . holding
them like this.  In the other one," her eyes turned smoky
and murky, "I was doing this."
     
     She cradled one of Laura's small globes in her palm and
lowered her lips to it.  Looking down, Laura watched
Arthell's wet, pink tongue emerge from between her even
white teeth and swipe across Laura's nipple.  Without moving
her head, Arthell's eyes rolled up to catch Laura's, as if
to check whether Laura was enjoying it.  Laura signaled that
she was by gnawing her lower lip and letting her own eyes
throb back.
     
     "Suck it," Laura prompted her softly.
     
     Arthell grinned.  She moved her hand over from Laura's
other breast so that she was holding this one with both
hands, cradling it like a precious little ball.  "You know,
I never sucked a boob until last time with you.  You taught
me how to suck."
     
     Laura was in a sweet, throbbing, sexual daze.  "Show
me," she murmured, hearing the murky, lust-clotted sound of
her voice.
     
     Arthell had big lips.  There was no way around it.
Since Laura was very attracted to her and her face,
including her wonderful mouth, she had never really noticed
it until now, but at this instant watching her sensitive
nipple disappear between them into Arthell's warm, wet mouth
was a little moment of heaven she was happy not to have
missed.  Arthell's big, sensual lips engulfed Laura's nipple
and drew it inside, where she again curled her tongue around
it, sucking gently.  It was almost more bliss than Laura
could bear.
     
     She ran her fingers into Arthell's reddish-brown hair,
touching her scalp, trying to resist the urge to pull
Arthell's face hard into her tingling, throbbing breast.
Arthell wanted to go slowly, to enjoy sucking Laura's
nipple, which she had evidently fantasized about for days
and days, while Laura was quickly overcome by more urgent
lust.  But Laura exerted all her self-control, pulling her
hand back a little, caressing Arthell's hair instead,
panting softly.
     
     "Oh god, honey, that feels so good . . ." she purred.
"You can . . . suck it a little harder . . . if you want."
     
     Arthell looked up and released Laura's wet, rigid
nipple from her lips for a second.  "Do you like it harder?"
     
     'God, yes!" Laura gasped, throwing her head back.
"Suck it hard!  It makes me want you to fuck me."
     
     Arthell giggled softly at this, though without
releasing Laura's breast from her mouth.  Then she had to do
it.  "I think I'm going to do that," she beamed.  "But not
yet.  I want to suck you and suck you first."
     
     Laura, almost overcome by sweet pleasure, smiled down
at her.  "You go right ahead," she panted.  "But please do
the other one too.  The same way."
     
     "Mmmmm . . . like this?" Arthell teased, moving quickly
to Laura's other breast, cradling it the same way in her
hands and tongue-stroking Laura's thick, swelling, coral
nipple.
     
     Laura's muscles seized up briefly as sharp, wonderful
sensations flashed through her breast and her body.  She
realized suddenly that they were still both standing in her
bedroom, she with her blouse and bra off but her skirt and
shoes still on, Arthell still completely clothed.  Arthell
was as tall as Laura and therefore had to stoop to suck
Laura's nipples, which Laura realized would soon get
uncomfortable.  It was time to put this sweet, agonizing
delay behind them.
     
     On top of all this, her legs were weakening and her
knees shaking a little.  Arthell was now really sucking her
other nipple, hard, as Laura had requested.  It was sending
Laura into a delirium of sexual need.  Quickly, she pulled
Arthell's face up to hers.
     
     "Oh god, honey, I've got to have it," she panted.
"You're getting me so excited.  Let's get out of these . . .
clothes and get on the bed."
     
     Arthell, whose dark eyes were shiny and swirling too,
nodded.  She pulled her purple fleece over her head and
tossed it to a chair, then reached behind to unfasten her
bra while Laura quickly shed her skirt, kicked off her
shoes, and skimmed her panties down her thighs.  She could
hardly believe the visual feast of Arthell's fresh, young,
dark brown body coming into view as Arthell peeled off each
piece of clothing.
     
     She had seen it before, having spent a whole night with
her in Arthell's little twin bed, and yet it was almost
completely new to her.  Arthell was symphony of varying
shades of dark brown.  The dim light in Laura's bedroom made
her skin bewitchingly dark in places and a glowing rich
umber in others, highlighting shadows formed by her perfect
bone structure, and her full, slightly pendulous breasts.
Arthell, who was about the same shade as Makeeda or Sara but
with a deep red/bronze cast to her dark brown skin, did not
have black nipples as they did but nipples that were yet
another shade of dark brown, almost blending with the taut
skin of her breasts but not quite, the centers stubby and
thick, the areolas wide and easily aroused to show the tiny
bumps that were now speckling them.
     
     Laura wanted to press her mouth against and run her
fingers over every inch of the girl's delicious naked body.
With one hand she pulled down the sheets and blankets.  With
the other she took Arthell's hand, tugging gently, and they
stretched out facing one another on the bed.  I am going to
forget so quickly about Makeeda and Sara, Laura swore softly
to herself, looking into the swirling dark pools of
Arthell's eyes, letting her own eyes fall again to the
girl's voluptuous mouth.
     
     "Kiss me and fuck me," she whispered to Arthell.
     
     Arthell gave her a kittenish smile.  "You mean I get to
go first?"
     
     "If you don't hurry, you won't," Laura warned, running
her hands in passionate, frenzied fashion over Arthell's
naked body.
     
     They kissed hungrily, heatedly, squirming together.  It
was much hotter than any kiss so far this evening, and Laura
dug her fingers into Arthell's round, smooth bottom, while
Arthell's mouth slid down Laura's neck, sucking it eagerly.
Oh god, I am so horny, Laura realized.  It was, she knew, a
mixture of her very genuine desire for Arthell along with
her emotional and sexual turmoil over her feelings for both
Makeeda and Sara that was driving this.  She wasn't thinking
of the other two-from the way Arthell was beginning to
devour Laura's naked body, it was nearly impossible to think
of anything else-and yet they were hovering in the
background, as if waiting, waiting for her to get this
delicious college girl out of her system so she could return
to worrying about each of them and wondering if she had to
make a choice.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhhh!" Laura panted as Arthell began hungrily
sucking her nipples again, also dropping her hand between
Laura's thighs and very smoothly slipping two fingers up
into Laura's soaking wet pussy.
     
     "Ooooohhhh, you're really wet for me, aren't you
Laura?" she said brightly.
     
     "Oh god, yes, honey!" Laura panted desperately,
actually pushing Arthell's shoulders a little with her
hands, trying to get her to move lower, trying to get her to
replace, or at least accompany, her fingers with her mouth.
"Please . . ."
     
     Arthell laughed softly, pleased by Laura's desperation.
"Mmmmm, you really want me to do it, don't you.  Oh, Laura,
you have such a pretty white body.  Look at the way my hand
looks on your stomach.  I think we look so hot together,
don't you.  You're so white, and I'm so brown.  Look at my
hand."
     
     Laura smiled and looked down at Arthell's long,
slender, dark brown fingers against her paler skin.  "We
look great," she panted.
     
     She took Arthell's hand in hers and pushed it down into
her crotch with the other one, parting her thighs even wider
at the same time, gazing with deep affection at the lovely
girl.  Arthell, with a hot twinkle in her eyes, pursed her
lips, as if she were giving in, though Laura could see that
she was very eager to get to work.
     
     "Now?" Laura asked, a deep, helpless croak of lust.
     
     "Oh, all right," Arthell smiled.
     
     She slid down between Laura's yawning thighs, removing
her fingers from the flooding pit of Laura's throbbing
pussy, bringing her luscious thick lips close to it.  Laura
lay back, ready for a warm bath of heaven.  Arthell, as she
had discovered last time-Arthell's first at girl-girl
sex-was an enthusiastic but unskilled lover who simply did
everything Laura had done to her in hopes that it would pay
off.  That was last time.  This time she seemed to have
accumulated a vast new quantity of techniques, probably from
fantasies, and her long pink tongue began toying with
Laura's aching pussy in excruciatingly tender caresses.
     
     She slithered it up and down Laura's swollen cunt lips,
then into the interior, meanwhile brushing Laura's clit with
her thumb, stabbing her tongue deep into Laura's honey pit,
until Laura, who was rarely slow to come anyway, was digging
her elbows into the mattress and arching her back, shimmying
her hips, cawing and gurgling excitedly.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god, honey!  Unnhhhhh!  Anngghh!  Oh
shit, that feels so good!  Ungghhh!" she groaned, shimmying,
squirming, her eyes glazed with fierce need as she looked
down her undulating body at Arthell's face between her
thighs.
     
     Arthell drew back momentarily, her thick, beautiful
lips smeared with Laura's pussy juice, shiny and smiling,
her black eyes glittering with happiness at the pleasure she
was giving Laura.  "You like it?"
     
     "Oh god . . . I love it!" Laura gasped, her eyes
rolling up uncontrollably.  "Yes . . . ohhhhh yes!  If you
do that again I'm going to come!"
     
     "You mean this?"  Arthell seemed to curl her long
tongue around Laura's swollen clit, then let it slowly
uncurl itself.
     
     Laura's body tensed, and she could feel the muscles in
her thighs and calves clenching sharply.  "Oh!  Oh god . . .
yes!"
     
     "You can't come yet," Arthell purred.  "I only just
started."
     
     Laura smiled tightly through her sweet torment.  "Want
to bet?"
     
     Arthell frowned.  "I'm not going to let you.  It's no
fair."
     
     Exasperated and frantic to climax, Laura struggled to
prop herself up on her elbows.  But before she could speak,
Arthell broke into a smile.  She reached up with one hand
and pushed Laura down again onto her back.
     
     "Okay.  You win."
     
     Laura smiled at her and lay back, groaning softly as
Arthell's incredible thick lips pushed into her pussy once
again.
     
     "You just always come so fast," Arthell complained
while she was licking and sucking and fingering Laura's
oozing slit.  "I don't see how anybody can come so fast.  I
never do.  You just . . . just . . ."
     
     "Annggghhhh!" Laura groaned, her body jackknifing
helplessly as Arthell's busy tongue hit an exposed nerve,
making her flesh run with ripples of fire.  "Oh god, honey,
do it fast!" she gasped desperately.
     
     Arthell realized there was no arguing with
inevitability.  Even though she had been putting up a token
resistance to Laura's urgency, she now grinned up at her and
swiftly redoubled her efforts, sliding two long brown
fingers deep into Laura's pussy and tormenting Laura's clit
with her thick, delicious lips at the same time, sucking and
slurping it furiously, until Laura, bucking and whimpering
deliriously, was suddenly torn apart by a sharp, violent
orgasm.
     
     It knocked the breath right out of her.  She went from
whimpering and mewling to almost total silence, interrupted
only by fierce panting and desperate cawing as her body
surged and flipped off the mattress, wracked by a
devastating spasm of intense pleasure.
     
     "Ohhnnmmmnngggg . . . annngghmmnneeee!" she finally
wailed as the breath returned to her lungs.  The pleasure
poured through her.  Arthell's mouth seemed glued to her
spasming pussy.  "Anngghhhh!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Slowly, the intense spasms began to wane and die away.
Nevertheless, they seemed to take a long time to dissipate.
Laura's body unclenched and went slack, her hips still
shuddering a little with each dying aftershock.  Arthell's
lips were still glued to her pussy.  But finally she pulled
her face back, smiling at Laura and sliding up to face her,
her thick lips now shinier than ever with cunt nectars.
     
     "Well," she said, a little breathless herself, "you do
get there fast, but at least you had a good one."
     
     "I had a beautiful one," Laura replied hoarsely.  "You
are really getting good at that."
     
     Arthell tried to blush.  "You really think so?  You
know, I thought about doing you so many times?  I had
fantasies about it.  Next time with Laura, I'm going to make
her come so hard.  Like this.  And maybe like this.  I guess
it worked."
     
     "It worked," Laura smiled.
     
     "You want me to wipe this stuff off my mouth?  Or do
you mind it?  I kind of like having your juice all over me.
It actually tastes kind of good.  I didn't realize it would
taste this good."
     
     "Give me those marvelous lips," Laura growled
playfully, pulling Arthell down against her.
     
     She was beginning to revive from the shattering thrill
of her sudden orgasm, and the feel of Arthell's naked body
against hers was quickly reawakening all the lust she
usually felt for the sweet girl.  They kissed lengthily, and
Laura enjoyed the flavor of her own pussy on Arthell's lips.
She ran her hands down to Arthell's full breasts and
squeezed them, now wanting to take over, wanting to kiss
every part of the girl's sweet naked body.  She had waited,
she had given Arthell first chance, but now it was her turn.
     
     "I want you," she panted to Arthell, kissing her neck,
her ear, her shoulders.  "Now it's my turn.  I want you."
     
     Arthell laughed softly, rolling onto her back so that
Laura could have full access to her lovely young body.  "I'm
all yours, Laura," she breathed, her dark eyes pulsing.  "I
hope I don't come as fast as you did.  I want to enjoy all
of it."
     
     Laura kissed her mouth again, then coaxed her onto her
side, then onto her stomach.  "I want to rub your back.  I
want to kiss your ass."
     
     This tickled Arthell, whose giggles made her lovely
dark brown flesh shake.  "Kiss my ass?"  She looked back
over her shoulder at Laura, giving her a little snarl.  "Go
ahead, kiss my ass."
     
     "Mmmmm, I intend to," Laura purred, straddling the
backs of Arthell's thighs and letting her fingers begin to
work magic on the girl's long, smooth, dark brown back.
     
     Having come first herself, Laura was in no hurry.
Arthell had said she wanted it to last, and Laura perfectly
agreed.  She spent the next ten minutes kissing and
caressing the girl's long sinuous back.  It was not hard to
do.  Arthell was long and lean and had a gorgeous back.
Laura kissed it, pressed her own naked breasts into it while
tonguing Arthell's ear, then kissed her way back down the
smooth expanse of dark brown skin and muscle to the swelling
moons of Arthell's beautiful ass.
     
     It wasn't especially spectacular, like Makeeda's for
instance, or of course those of other girls like Dee Dee or
Jane, but it was plenty meaty and round and firm, and Laura
thoroughly enjoyed running her lips and fingers all over it.
Since she had no thought, at least not yet, of trying to
initiate Arthell into the 'anal sex is rad' club (to quote
Dee Dee), she felt perfectly free to worship these dark
brown moons in every way possible short of invasion.  She
kissed and nipped and pinched them, not sharply but instead
with measured passion, sucking chunks of Arthell's firm rump
into her mouth, and running her finger up and down in the
moist, dark crevice between the firm, resilient buns.
     
     Arthell had evidently never experienced anything like
this before and was soon squirming and whimpering, looking
back over her shoulder, her face contorted with obvious
pleasure.  At one point, when Arthell was looking back at
her, her eyes streaked by the hot red excitement of sexual
anticipation, Laura let her fingertip, the one that was sunk
in the deep, warm, moist valley between Arthell's firm ass
cheeks, just graze the puckered ring of the girl's rectum,
which she knew would be sensitive.  Arthell's long body
jumped slightly, her eyes rolled up briefly, and she made a
tiny, helpless cry.
     
     "Unhhhee!" she sighed softly.  "Oh . . . that feels
good . . . funny . . . but good . . ."
     
     Oh no, my darling, Laura smiled up at her.  You're not
getting the anal initiation, not just yet.  Laura felt the
same thing she had felt a few days earlier with Makeeda.
There would be plenty of time for anal games.  Fortunately,
Arthell would probably not come the way Makeeda had, the
swooning, life-threatening type of orgasm that she and
Jonelle seemed capable of.  Arthell was young, strong,
healthy, and she had straightforward shuddering orgasms but
not the blackout kind, even when her tight little anus was
being stimulated.
     
     She seemed to love it, though, and Laura was tempted to
go further.
     
     "Oh Jesus," Arthell swore, her head dropping back to
the bed, as she bucked her ass in slow, suggestive motions
back into Laura's mouth and finger.  "That really feels
good.  I never knew that would feel so good."
     
     By now Arthell's pussy was a gooey, inflamed, hot pink
feast of raw glistening heaven just below her clenching,
jouncing round buttocks, and Laura could not keep her mouth
or her fingers from descending to it.  The aroma alone was
enough to restart her own sex engines, even after the
explosive orgasm of moments ago.  She ran two fingers down
into the swollen, slimy, honeyed slit, feeling Arthell react
immediately, hearing her begin mewling and panting rapidly.
     
     "Unhh!  Oh!  Oh Laura!  Oh Laura!  I don't think I can
wait after all!"
     
     Unfortunately, in this position it was difficult,
without a lot of shifting on both parts, for Laura to get
her mouth completely on Arthell's festering, swollen pussy,
which was what both of them wanted in the worst way.  She
knew they could make it last, make it go on and on, but both
of them were getting in a frenzied lather here, especially
Arthell, who was now squirming and pushing her ass up into
Laura's face frantically.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh Laura oh yes . . . god, it feels so
good . . ."
     
     "Here, honey . . . turn like this, yes . . . turn over
. . . let me get at that beautiful pussy . . ."
     
     "Oh . . . yes."  Arthell's eyes were dilated and
swimming with urgent sexual need as she rolled over onto her
back, yielding her lovely young body completely to Laura,
spreading her thighs, her eyes begging to be wholly
consumed.
     
     Laura was up to the task.  She kissed Arthell's silky
dark inner thighs, then moved her mouth up to the girl's
exquisite dark-brown-lipped quim.  Everything about Arthell
was a shade of dark brown except for the inner wet sleeve of
her now-gaping pussy, which was dark pink and even deep red
in places, all runny and shiny with nectar, and Laura
slithered her tongue right into it, slurping down the
copious juices that the beautiful slit was exuding.  Oh god,
I love this beautiful pussy, honey, she thought, tonguing
and sucking it hungrily.
     
     Arthell went wild.  Her breasts rolled back and forth
as she tossed and writhed under Laura, and Laura realized
that she had not even tasted those beauties yet, so eager
was she to reach this goal.  And yet, she knew Arthell had
wanted to draw it out, and she did too, she still did.
Without a word, she slid up Arthell's writhing body and
grasped both of Arthell's full breasts in her hands.  She
began to suck them perhaps more aggressively and
passionately than she had ever done up to now, knowing that
Arthell would probably want it that way since both of them
were cranked up to the breaking point, especially Arthell,
who was now twisting and groaning with urgency.
     
     At the same time, she drew her bare thigh up into
Arthell's crotch, rubbing it into Arthell's wet pussy,
fucking her gently, then a little more roughly, with her
thigh while her mouth tore at the girl's large, stiffening
nipples.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" Arthell began to whoop, churning her
groin up into Laura's sliding thigh, arching her back to
push her breasts more thoroughly into Laura's mouth.  "Oh
fuck!"
     
     Laura, though her mouth was at the moment stuffed full
of Arthell's thick, bulging, wet, chewy dark nipple, had to
grin.  It was when the 'oh fucks' started flowing that
Arthell was truly reaching the point of no return.  She had
been on the point of it already when Laura had slipped up to
suck her nipples, and now she was desperately churning and
bucking and whimpering almost hysterically.
     
     Laura quickly released Arthell's erect nipple from her
mouth and slipped down again between the girl's spread
thighs, not wanting to be anywhere else when the moment
came.
     
     "Oh god!  Oh fuck!" Arthell gasped, her voice keening
up, punctuated by fierce panting.
     
     Laura quickly began licking and finger fucking her
inflamed cunt again, this time indulging in no delay but
going directly for the money.  You're going to come, honey.
Right now.  Go ahead and let it rip.  It's a killer.  I can
tell from the way your lovely body is quaking already.
     
     "Ahhnn!  Ahnnn!  Oh fuck . . . Laura!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Her delicious, undulating, dark brown body modulated
smoothly from squirming to wrenching shocks as her climax
arrived.  Laura could feel it coming well before the full
force of it struck Arthell.  She could feel the tremors in
Arthell's thighs, and see the palpitations in her smooth
brown belly, and hear the sharp, clotted gargling in her
throat as the force of a thrilling orgasm fought its way
through her supple young body.
     
     And then she was coming full throttle, shuddering and
arching spastically off the mattress, her heels and elbows
digging down into it and her pelvis quaking up into Laura's
face.  It was a mostly silent orgasm to begin with since the
shocks took her breath away, but after a few seconds a long,
winding moan tore its way out of her lungs and filled the
bedroom, followed by short, punctuating gasps of her
favorite word.
     
     "Ohnnnnnnnn!  Oh god Laura, ohhnnnnnnnn!  Unhhh!  Fuck!
Ohnnnnn . . . oh fuck!  Oh god . . . ahhnnnnnnn fuck!"
     
     Though Laura and she as yet had not shared an enormous
number of orgasms, this was certainly the longest one Laura
had ever seen Arthell have.  It lasted a long time and
appeared to be crushing and intense.  When it finally began
to tail off, Laura embraced her and kissed her cheek,
stroking her body and again dropping her mouth to Arthell's
nipples, which she sucked now gently and soothingly, but
enough to put a little extra spice into the dissipating
spasms of her climax.  Arthell shuddered slightly one last
time, winced, and came again in a small way.
     
     She looked up at Laura worshipfully as her senses
gradually returned.  "Oh fuck, you just get better and
better," she gasped
     
     "No, you get better and better," Laura corrected her,
made very nervous by Arthell's almost slavish adoration, the
very thing she wanted most to avoid.  "You're just getting
more comfortable with this, and the more relaxed you are,
the easier you can come like that."
     
     Arthell grinned and shook her head.  "I sure hope
you're right."
     
     They nestled together and cooed and kissed and dozed
for a while.  Arthell seemed to drift off, and since they
had jumped into bed as soon as they had walked in the door,
Laura had not yet checked her mail or her messages.  She
carefully disentangled herself from Arthell's lovely limp
body and went into the living room, where she leafed through
her mail.  When she returned to the bedroom, Arthell was
still asleep.
     
     Laura sat down in the chair next to the bed and picked
up the bedside phone to check her voice mail.  There was
only one message.  It had been left around 3 p.m..  Makeeda
sang, in her usual soft but strong, flexible, and vibrant
voice:
     
     What a day this has been
     What a rare mood I'm in
     Why it's almost like being in love.
     
     Got a smile on my face
     For the whole human race
     And it's almost like being in love.
     
     All the music of life seems to be
     Like a bell that is ringing for me.
     
     And from the way that I feel
     When that bell starts to peal
     I could swear I was falling
     I'd swear I was falling
     It's almost like being in love.
     
     At the end there was a furtive, nervous, and charming
little giggle.  Nothing more.  Makeeda hung up.
     
     Laura was suffused by a warm, beatific glow, so much so
that she did not even notice Arthell sitting up and staring
at her, fascinated.  "It must be good news," Arthell smiled.
Laura realized she herself was beaming sun rays.
     
     "Oh."  She tried to recover quickly, and not to betray
her feelings, which had been soaring and gushing with love
for another woman, not the sweet, lovely girl presently in
her bed.  "Yes, good news . . . I guess.  I might . . . uh,
get a promotion."
     
     "Ooohhh," Arthell exulted.  "Higher pay too, right?"
     
     "Maybe," Laura said, abstracted, hanging up the phone.
She wanted to cherish this moment, to relive every
microsecond of it this instant, to listen again to Makeeda's
song.  She loves me.  Correction: she 'almost' loves me.
     
     Laura already knew Makeeda well enough to realize that
she had selected this song with care.  It was very difficult
for her to return her attention to the darling Arthell, but
as soon as Arthell stretched out sensually, like a long,
lean, naked and smooth dark brown cat on her bed, and smiled
sly up at her, she was quickly drawn back into the moment.
     
     "Can I have more?" she asked coyly of Laura, running
her hands up her long waist and smooth dark stomach to her
full breasts, pushing them up slightly from underneath with
the backs of her long tapered fingers.
     
     And now Laura had a reaction exactly opposite to the
one she had had seconds earlier.  Instead of wanting Arthell
to disappear so that she, Laura, could bathe in the glow of
Makeeda's call and sweet, meaningful song, she wanted
instead to get back on the bed and consume Arthell in a
furious conflagration of heated fucking that would blot out
all thought of the voice mail message, and the wild, happy,
extravagant feelings it had inspired.  She didn't really
trust either impulse, and so she smiled and left the chair
to sit on the edge of the bed.
     
     She took Arthell's hand.  "You can have as much as you
want, sweetheart.  But why don't we go have a glass of wine
and a bite to eat first?  I've been working all day and I'm
kind of hungry."
     
     Arthell sat up too.  "If we go around completely naked
like this, I'm not going to get out of the mood," she
grinned.
     
     "Me either," Laura admitted, going to the closet.
"Here . . . wear this."
     
     She handed Arthell the shorty terrycloth bathrobe that
Deshona had once found in her closet, the morning after the
time she had shown up stinking drunk after a fight with
Charles.  On Laura herself it looked, she thought, fairly
ordinary, though perhaps fetching.  On Deshona, a small-
boned, rather petite woman with however large round breasts,
it had been wildly attractive.  Her large breasts stretched
the lapels wide, and the shadowy crevice between them was
irresistible.
     
     On Arthell, who was built much differently, long and
lean, as tall as Laura, it was still amazingly alluring.
For one thing, her breasts, though not as large as
Deshona's, were still bigger than Laura's and pushed the
lapels open too.  For another, her brown skin was a shade
darker than Deshona's and looked enchanting against the soft
white terrycloth.  The short skirt reached down her sleek
thin brown thighs to a point barely covering her crotch.
Laura could hardly stop looking.
     
     She slipped into a more modest bathrobe herself and
beckoned Arthell toward the kitchen.  It was marvelous, she
thought, how you could have scintillating, sensual sex with
a woman, exploring all of her lovely naked body, then look
at her in a sexy bathrobe and feel as if you had never seen
or touched it, so badly did you want to see and touch it
again.
     
     Since she and Sara usually had dinner out on Friday
nights, there was not much to eat here.  She purposely
looked at Arthell again in the skimpy shorty robe to keep
her mind from veering off to Sara and her nurse, since she
knew she was capable of torturing herself over it.
     
     "That thing looks so great on you," she complimented
Arthell.  "You have such a great body."
     
     Arthell was very flattered and pirouetted for her.
"You think so?  That guy who wants me to marry him told me I
was too skinny."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "You're beautiful.  Look, I
don't have much to eat around here.  How about a scrambled
egg in a bagel?  That's what I'm going to have."
     
     Arthell declined.  "I'm not hungry.  Too excited, I
guess.   You know, for a sheltered little girl like me, this
is a big step.  I never thought I'd be having sex with
another woman.  Let alone wanting to keep doing it over and
over."
     
     Laura smiled at her and poured a glass of wine,
starting to pour one for Arthell too before Arthell stopped
her.
     
     "I don't drink.  None for me, thanks."
     
     "Sure you don't want just a half a glass?"
     
     "I'm sure.  I don't need to be any more relaxed.  That
climax I had made me relaxed enough to go to sleep."  She
flirted flagrantly with Laura.  "That is, until I realized I
might be able to have another one."
     
     Laura scrambled herself some eggs and toasted a bagel.
She could not stop her thoughts from returning to the song
Makeeda had left on her voice mail.  It made her smile, made
her deliriously happy, which she tried to conceal from
Arthell.  Almost like being in love indeed.  I am so
completely beyond almost.
     
     This is so bizarre, she thought, as she watched Arthell
stroll into her living room, looking at the backs of her
long, willowy legs.  Here I am, mooning over Makeeda,
convinced I'm in love with her, though I never intended to
be, grieving about Sara letting herself be fuck-mauled by
that odious nurse of hers, and unable to take my eyes off
this darling, wholesome, sexy Arthell.  I am such a jumble
of contradictions, I can hardly believe it myself.
     
     But Arthell quickly made her forget about all that.
She sat down on the white sofa.  The sash of the small,
abbreviated bathrobe loosened, and the lapels gaped more
widely open, revealing more of her luscious dark brown
breasts.  Laura was still in the kitchen, peering into the
living room over the bar that separated the two rooms, but
she could still see enough of Arthell's lovely skin to make
her pussy throb.  You wonderful thing, she thought, you're
making me forget about dinner.
     
     Instead of eating it, she picked up her glass of wine
and went into the living room, sitting down next to Arthell.
She sipped her wine, then offered the glass to Arthell.
"Just take a sip.  You make me feel like the only drunk at a
party."
     
     Arthell made a disgusted face.  "The only time I ever
drank wine, I threw up."
     
     "Go ahead.  That was then, this is now."
     
     Obediently, Arthell lifted the wine glass to her large,
thick lips, the lips Laura had come to lust for.  She drank
without letting her eyes stray from Laura's.  "There," she
licked her lips, handing the glass back to Laura.  "That
isn't bad.  Really."
     
     Laura grinned and set the glass on the coffee table.
"Now you're making me feel like a corrupter of youth.
Making you drink alcohol, when you're a strict teetotaler."
     
     Arthell smiled saucily at her.  "You're a real
corrupter, all right.  Making me fuck with you, getting me
drunk.  Maybe I should have you arrested."
     
     "Why, you're above the age of consent, aren't you?"
     
     "I'm nineteen," Arthell said.  "Old enough to fuck but
not old enough to drink."  She looked briefly loopy.  "God,
I think just that sip I took went right to my head.  I'm
feeling a little . . . I don't know, happy."
     
     "Mmmm, I'm happy too," Laura purred, scooting closer
and embracing her, running her lips down Arthell's smooth
dark brown neck.  "I'm happy just to have you here."
     
     She quickly got her hands under the flimsy little
terrycloth robe.  Her lips fell to Arthell's throat, and
then she kissed her way along both sides of the girl's
perfect chiseled collarbones, pulling the robe off her
shoulders.  Arthell caressed Laura's forehead and let
herself be kissed.
     
     "I thought you were going to eat," she panted softly.
     
     "I think I'm going to eat you first," Laura murmured.
"I don't seem to be able to get enough."
     
     "Are we going to do it right here?  Don't you want to
go into the bed again?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I don't think I can wait."
     
     "Boy, me either," Arthell gasped enthusiastically.  "I
never felt this way with any guy.  With you I get all hot
and bothered in a hurry."
     
     They smooched for a few more minutes, hungry for
another round but not willing to rush past this pleasure.
Laura held Arthell's naked breasts under the loose bathrobe
and kissed her voluptuous mouth with extravagant passion.
Arthell whimpered and twisted.
     
     She suddenly sat forward, pushing Laura away slightly,
looking flushed and excited.  "You know, when my parents
were away, like dealing with my uncle's death, and when they
went to Monterey, I was playing around alone on the web . .
. and I found these pictures of lesbians doing it with one
of those strap-on things.  You wouldn't have one of those,
would you?"
     
     "Why," Laura smiled, "did it get you excited?"
     
     "Gosh, yes.  This was after I started seeing you but we
hadn't . . . you know, gone all the way yet.  I actually had
to masturbate once, after looking at them.  The girls were
white, and I kept picking out the ones that probably looked
like you.  I mean, when you were naked, of course.  Since I
didn't know yet."
     
     Arthell, you're babbling again, Laura wanted to tell
her, but restrained herself.  "Actually . . . I do have one
of those.  Would you like to see it?"
     
     Arthell nodded.  Laura rose to go to the bedroom and
get it, and Arthell started to stand up too.  Laura stopped
her.
     
     "Stay here.  I'll be right back."
     
     She had suddenly conceived the notion, the picture
really, of herself sitting back on the sofa and Arthell
straddling her, facing her, while Laura fucked her with the
strap-on and had full access to Arthell's lovely breasts
with her mouth at the same time.  It was a thrilling
thought.  Arthell sat back down obediently and waited while
Laura fetched the strap-on, then returned.
     
     She had stopped keeping it in a drawer, where prying
eyes could easily come across it, and instead now kept it in
a shoe box in the back of her closet.  She brought the whole
box out to the living room.  Only when she sat down again
next to Arthell and removed the top of the box did she
remember that not only was the regular ridged dildo in it
but also the Double Penetrator.  Arthell's eyes widened
visibly.  Laura quickly removed the regular dildo and the
harness and slid the top back onto the box.
     
     She handed the stalk to Arthell, who ran her fingertip
up and down the ridges, looking at it with rapt fascination.
"God, how kinky.  I'll bet that feels good," she said in a
low, seemingly awestruck voice.
     
     Laura didn't answer immediately, letting a slight pause
occur so that Arthell would hear her own words.  "Would you
like to try it?"
     
     Arthell looked over at her, still holding the first
dildo and the harness, her eyes suddenly brazen, as if
daring Laura.  "Let me see the other one first."
     
     With a half grin, Laura slowly removed the top from the
box again.  Arthell looked down at the Double Penetrator.
She reached out her hand and ran the same fingertip up and
down the thinner bottom shaft of the DP.  "Does that go
where I think it goes?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "It sure does," she said softly.
     
     Again Arthell was silent for about a minute as she
continued to stroke the monster with her fingertip, moving
it to the larger, thicker top shaft.  "Does it hurt?" she
asked, tentatively.
     
     "Oh . . . I don't think I could say that.  It might
make you, I mean hypothetically, of course, or make me, or
anybody, wince a little when it first goes in.  After that-"
     
     "I want to try it," Arthell cut across her.  "I mean,
if you don't think I'm too weird or, you know, too nasty.  I
never met anybody like you, Laura, and I know I'll never
have a chance to do this again."
     
     Laura set the box down on the sofa on her other side
and scooted even closer to Arthell, taking the girl in her
arms and kissing her warmly.  "We can do whatever you want,"
she breathed into Arthell's dark brown ear.  "If I sit here,
and put it on, and you squat over me, and hold onto the back
of the sofa, then you can ride up and down on it just the
way you want to and not risk it going in deeper than you
like.  How does that sound?"
     
     The floodlights went on again inside Arthell's head,
and she beamed a mega wattage smile at Laura.  "You think of
everything.  Let me see how you put it on."
     
     Laura smiled calmly.  "First I have to get a little oil
from the bedroom, which will make it so much easier on you.
Maybe a towel, too."
     
     "Hurry," Arthell called after her.
     
     Laura did hurry.  She realized her hand was even
shaking a little as she snatched the small bottle of baby
oil from the bedstand drawer.  Excitement.  God, my pussy is
dripping, too, she realized.  What a hot little darling she
is.  Who would have thought this wholesome sweetie could be
such a little slut underneath?
     
     Arthell had removed the terrycloth robe by the time
Laura returned.  She was sitting, completely naked, on the
edge of the sofa, waiting expectantly, her naked brown body
all glossy and sleek.  "I thought you were never going to
get back," she half-joked to Laura.
     
     "What's the matter, my angel," Laura teased her gently.
"Can't wait to be taken to double heaven?"
     
     "No . . . I can't," Arthell confessed while she watched
Laura shed her bathrobe and slip into the harness straps,
then fasten the Double Penetrator into place.  "It feels so
kinky and exciting.  A few weeks ago I never even knew
something like this was possible."
     
     Laura quickly spread a large beach towel out on the
sofa where she would be sitting.  As she turned to sit down,
both of them could not help being mesmerized by the sight of
the double prongs, the top one large and thick, the bottom
one thin and curved, wavering and bobbing, jutting up from
her groin in all their obscene and suggestive splendor.
Arthell was clearly somewhat shocked by the sight.
     
     It was one thing to see them lying there in the box, or
even holding them in your hand.  It was clearly another to
see these two shafts rising erect and threatening from
Laura's groin, ready to impale her sweet young body in both
secret orifices.  One hand even went involuntarily to her
open mouth, expressing her shock.
     
     "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?" she asked Laura again.
     
     Laura was swabbing the long, thin shaft with shiny baby
oil.  She looked up, smiling reassuringly.  "Why . . . would
you rather skip it?"
     
     Arthell took a deep breath.  She shook her head.  Her
dark, glittering eyes were still serious, but her amazing
mouth gave Laura a salacious grin.  "Not for the world."
     
     Laura snapped the lid shut on the baby oil bottle.  She
wiped it and her fingers on the edge of the beach towel and
set the bottle on the floor beside the sofa.  Then she held
her arms out to Arthell.
     
     "Then come here, my darling, and let Laura take you to
heaven."
     
     Arthell climbed onto the sofa, straddling Laura's
thighs with one knee on each side, her lovely young brown
breasts swaying inches from Laura's lips, a sweet temptation
that Laura could barely ignore though she knew she would get
them into her mouth soon enough.  She held the two-pronged
dildo steady, lodging the head of the big one in the wet
crease of Arthell's pussy, then spreading Arthell's tight
ass cheeks with her fingers to allow the greased thin one
inside.  Arthell gazed out into space, as if concentrating
on the effort to get the thing into her as well as the
sensations that would accompany its entry.
     
     She was so wildly desirable at this moment that Laura
found herself wanting to ravish her and fuck her brains
loose.  She controlled that impulse, however, and carefully
opened Arthell's tight little anus with one finger.
     
     "Unhh!" Arthell panted, her eyes going glassy for a
moment.   "Oh . . ." she smiled at Laura.  "That feels kind
of good."
     
     Carefully, Laura guided the tip of the long anal shaft
into Arthell's rectum.  "Easy . . . easy . . ." she
cautioned softly, coaching Arthell to lower her body slowly
onto the two prongs.  "Easy . . ."
     
     "Unhhhhnnnuunnnn!" Arthell made soft, mindless sounds,
again gazing glassy-eyed out into space as one shaft slid up
into her pussy and the other slowly into her ass.
     
     "Easy . . ."
     
     "Oh!"
     
     "Easy . . ."
     
     "Oh god, Laura!  Is it all the way in yet?"
     
     "You may not want it all the way in.  Not at first,
anyway.  Just to the point where you're comfortable.  Does
it feel okay?"
     
     "Oh godddddd yes!  Shit . . . oh fuck, it feels so
good!"
     
     Arthell was in fact not completely penetrated by the
fiendish device, but she was already riding herself up and
down on it.  Laura held it steady with one hand but could
not keep her other one from coming up to Arthell's swaying,
softly bouncing breasts.  She was feeling an electrical
charge of horniness again herself.  The base of the strap-on
dildo pushed down into her pubic bone each time Arthell
lowered her body on it, and Laura could feel a corresponding
pressure on her clit and feel her own pussy juicing up
copiously.
     
     Arthell slumped forward against her for a moment,
overcome apparently by the intensity of the sexual
sensations that were flowing through her body.  Her face
burrowed into Laura's neck.
     
     "Oh god, Laura, I love it when you fuck me!" she
panted.  "I never knew anything could be so good!"
     
     "Here, honey, let me help you back up."
     
     "Yes . . . yes . . . ungghhhh!  Oh fuck, it goes so
deep!"
     
     "Don't let it go too deep, honey," Laura panted back to
her.  "You can control it.  Remember, you're on top.  Only
go down as much as you can stand."
     
     Arthell gnawed her large lower lip and winced, but with
pleasure, not pain, as she again lowered her body on the
shafts.  Laura had not yet raised her free hand again to
Arthell's swaying breasts, feeling it necessary somehow to
rest it on the girl's hip, to guide her gently through this,
especially the first part, where Arthell was experiencing
all the new, and fiercely intense, sensations of being
double penetrated.  But Arthell's lovely dark brown breasts
were dangling in front of her face, and when Arthell
occasionally gasped and flexed, her body suddenly pitching
forward a little, they brushed Laura's cheeks and lips.  She
could not stop herself from kissing them fervently and
chasing Arthell's erect nipples with her lips.
     
     Arthell, though she was caught up in the hypnotic
delirium of being fucked this way, her body slowly but
surely accommodating itself to the dual invasion, knew that
her naked breasts were swishing in Laura's face and smiled a
little through her grimacing and wincing, shimmying them
even more, then gasping with intense pleasure as Laura's
lips hungrily fastened on one bulging, swollen brown nipple.
     
     "Anngghh!  Oh yes!"
     
     Laura slurped it and sucked it ravenously.  Her mouth
on Arthell's breasts, sucking hard, even lightly biting,
drove Arthell almost crazy.  She had in the two or three
minutes since they had started grown much more comfortable
with the two shafts impaling her body, and by now she was
rubbing herself up and down on them in a more and more
heated, groaning frenzy.
     
     "Unnhhh!  Unnnhhhh!  Ohhnngg!  Fuck!  Unggghhh!"
     
     Laura, with Arthell's other bulging, stiffening nipple
in her mouth now, managed to scoot her butt forward on the
sofa, lying back further at the same time, so that her own
body was tilted more at a forty-five degree angle than
before, permitting Arthell to lean forward and to jam her
cunt and her ass down more easily on the rigid dildos, which
Laura still held steady with one hand.  This new position
allowed her to absorb more of Arthell's weight, while
Arthell could churn her pelvis and control the depth of
penetration much better.  She still clung to the back of the
sofa with both hands, pushing her wet nipples into Laura's
face, but now fucking down on the two shafts sharply only
now and then, and more rapidly and less deeply most of the
time.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!"
     
     "Oh yes, baby, oh yes!" Laura panted to her in the
brief moments when she let one of Arthell's thick, pulpy wet
nipples slip out of her mouth on her way to sucking the
other one again.
     
     "Oh, Laura!  Ohnnnggghhhh . . . . oh fuck!"
     
     "Yes, honey, yes . . . you're getting there . . . I can
feel it."
     
     She knew, of course, that Arthell must feel it too.
Her lovely sleek young body was quivering and quaking and
flexing almost uncontrollably, and she bounced up and down
on the two dildos more energetically than ever.  And she was
much stronger than Laura had ever thought.  She jammed and
jabbed herself down on the two rubbery spikes, grunting and
whinnying softly when they ripped up into her body.
     
     The beauty of the new position was that Laura too could
fuck her, whereas before she been merely a stationary object
on which Arthell raised and lowered her wildly aroused body.
In this position, lying back, her mouth stuffed with
Arthell's thick, throbbing nipple, she could finally lower
both hands to Arthell's grinding, swirling hips and hold
them steady while she lunged upward with her own pelvis,
driving the shafts deep into the girl's sweet, flexing body.
     
     Arthell slumped forward at Laura's first passionate
thrust, again burying her face in Laura's neck and groaning
with fierce pleasure.
     
     "Awwwonnnggggg!  Oh fuck!  Ungghhh!  Oh Laura . . . god
yes!  Auungghh!"
     
     "Are you going to come?" Laura panted.
     
     "Oh god, yes.  Oh shit.  Oh god yes do it hard like
that . . . like that . . . unh unh unh!"
     
     Arthell panted maniacally into Laura's ear, pushing her
pelvis down, shuddering sharply each time the two poles
penetrated her body to the quick, emitting a tiny squeal
that quickly flowed into a loud, low moan of excruciating
pleasure.
     
     "Oh god . . . so deep!  So deep!" she gasped.
     
     Laura eased up.  She realized it could be pretty deep,
though earlier Arthell had seemed to be able to accommodate
it.  But Arthell did not want her to ease up.  She was
closer than ever to a screaming, killing climax.  They both
knew it, and Arthell was not willing to postpone it just to
spare herself a little pain.
     
     "Don't stop!  Ohnnnnnnn . . . don't stop!" she gasped
to Laura, mashing her damp breasts again into Laura's face
and gyrating her hips wildly so that the two shafts slid
rapidly in and out of her body, forcing Laura to grip the
base quickly again with one hand to make sure it didn't go
askew.  "Unggghhhh . . . don't stop!" Arthell panted.
     
     "No . . . I won't . . . I won't," Laura panted, her own
pussy wildly aroused now too, hungry to be crammed and
rammed like Arthell's was.
     
     "Unh! . . . Unh! . . . Oh fuck!  Unh!"
     
     Time went out the window.  They might have been fucking
for five or fifteen minutes; Laura didn't know.  They were
now struggling roughly together, squeezing each other's
flesh, rubbing together, their bodies damp and slippery with
sweat.  Laura's breath was ragged, and Arthell was whooping
and grunting crazily almost instead of breathing as she
writhed down and into Laura, groaning as her cunt and
asshole were pierced by the two rigid stalks.  Laura didn't
know how much longer Arthell could last.  She had seemed on
the edge of a ferocious orgasm for a long time now.
     
     So, when it actually did arrive, there was no surprise
on either side.  Arthell's body was suddenly ripped apart by
excruciating, wrenching spasms that simply welled up inside
without further warning and crushed her.  She slumped
forward again into Laura, gagging and cawing helplessly as
thunderbolts of fierce coming wracked her flesh.
     
     "Ahhnnnggggrrrnnnggghh!  Oh!  OH FUCK!" she shouted,
true to her favorite expression to the very end, groaning
and whinnying and writhing in shock on top of Laura as one
after another sweet spasm of coming ripped through her.
"Ohhhhhnnnn . . . ohhhh FUCK!" she shouted again, her voice
regaining some vigor as the most stupendous spasms weakened
into milder shocks.
     
     Her body was still shuddering, though, as Laura held
her, now wrapping her arms around the girl, embracing her
and smiling, feeling the orgasm ripple through her flesh as
it waned.  She held Arthell for a long time, stroking her
damp back, brushing her lips against Arthell's damp cheek.
Both of them were wet from sweat, their flesh sticking
together.  Laura could taste the salt from their skin.
     
     The two shafts were still embedded deep in Arthell's
body, and she was in no mood to move as she moaned through
the final, seemingly endless stages of a rupturing climax.
Laura did not mind.  She held her, she kissed her, she
stroked her.  She could feel her own breath now returning to
normal, and she knew Arthell was beginning to breathe more
easily again too, but she was in no hurry to separate their
bodies.  True, her own pussy hummed and ached for similar
treatment, but that would come.  She would get her reward.
Right now, this was the reward.
     
     Finally, it was Arthell who stirred and made a half-
hearted effort to climb off.  Laura held her for a moment.
"Not yet," she whispered.  "Kiss me first."
     
     Arthell lifted her head.  Her eyes were reddened and
blasted looking.  She looked like she had been through the
wringer.  But she was smiling.  "How come you never told me
it would be that good?"
     
     Laura shrugged.  "If you can believe it, it's good for
some and not for others.  How was I to know?"
     
     Arthell surrendered her marvelous mouth to Laura, who
kissed it searchingly but tenderly.
     
     "Okay, now you can get up.  Here, I'll hold it steady,
and you just rise up."
     
     When Arthell was free, she watched with a mixture of
fascination and apparent disgust as Laura disengaged herself
from the harness.  The two shafts were very wet and shiny
and as obscene-looking as ever.  "Something so ugly making
me come so hard," she said softly in awe.
     
     Now that the Double Penetrator was removed, she could
see Laura's pussy, which was unfolded like a festering
flower, all swollen and wet and inflamed.  Seeing Arthell
staring at it, she looked down too.  She ran one finger down
into the soupy, gaping wound.
     
     "I think it needs you," she whispered to Arthell, her
eyes pulsing hotly.
     
     "Want me to do the same thing to you?" Arthell smiled,
then looked over at the wet monster which Laura had placed
at the edge of the large beach towel.
     
     Laura nodded slowly.  "Later," she half-croaked,
suddenly feeling the clotted hunger of her overheated body
in her throat.   "Just suck me.  Just suck my pussy with
those beautiful lips.  I can come in seconds."
     
     Arthell knelt down between Laura's spread thighs.
"I'll bet you can," she said softly.
     
     And Laura did almost come only an instant after
Arthell's magical thick lips fastened onto her throbbing
pussy.  The only thing that prevented it was her wild
gasping and squirming, which persuaded Arthell to pull back
quickly, unwilling to let Laura explode too fast.
     
     "Oooohhh, you gon' pop, girl," she smiled up at Laura,
falling into a little ebonics for the first time since Laura
had known her.
     
     "I am," Laura panted. "I am.  Yes.  Unhhh!  Oh."
     
     Arthell had applied her long pink tongue again, licking
a swath up Laura's puckered wet seam from bottom to top,
letting the tip of her tongue stop on Laura's exposed and
throbbing clit.  Laura watched her tonguing it.  Arthell's
black eyes were glittering with delight and saucy
flirtation, and she purposely tickled Laura's clit to watch
the sharp sensations of sexual need flow over Laura's face.
     
     Laura's body suddenly had a quick, sharp,
uncontrollable little seizure, which astonished them both.
It meant that her climax was even nearer than either of them
had suspected, and Arthell recognized it instantly.
     
     "Oh, you gon' come right now, girl," she murmured more
softly, letting her large, miraculous lips enfold Laura's
pulsing clit one final time.
     
     A huge, hot, billowing cloud of intense sexual bliss
expanded inside Laura's body in the next few seconds,
growing and swelling, bursting and surging through her
flesh.  She was in an awkward position, tilted down and
forward on the sofa, her neck bent uncomfortably against the
back of it, and even in the back of her mind she knew it was
risking a cramp to really arch her back and shudder the way
her body screamed to do.  Instead, with Arthell's help, she
slid sideways onto her back, and then let go, let her body
fully throb to the sweet, piercing, wrenching beauty of it.
     
     "Auuunnggghhhh!" she finally cried out, her first sound
after feeling it well up inside her.   "Ohhnnnnnggggg!" she
groaned again, flipping and twisting.
     
     Arthell, who had helped her slide onto her back, was
not about to surrender her own position and leaned up, still
sitting on the floor, but getting her torso between Laura's
yawning thighs where she still could suck and lick Laura's
pussy while Laura sobbed and groaned through the final
stages of her orgasm.  Her thick, magical lips did the
trick, and Laura surrendered to this heaven willingly,
feeling it pour through her for a seeming eternity until
finally the shocks began to die out.  She gazed groggily
down her still-palpitating body at Arthell, who marvelous
lips were shiny with Laura's cunt dew.
     
     "All I can say," she croaked to Arthell, "is that your
skills have grown very rapidly."  She grinned gratefully,
letting the fingers of one hand caress Arthell's broad,
high, shiny forehead.
     
     Arthell could not stop beaming.  "Do I pass the test?"
     
     "You get an A plus and several gold stars.  Teacher
wants to give you some extra credit work.  She wants to
teach you the whole encyclopedia of fucking."
     
     Arthell tittered happily.  "I think I would love to
learn that with you, Laura," she said almost solemnly.
     
     Even in her blissfully warm afterglow, Laura could
wonder at this point if she had not overstepped the
boundaries, and caused herself trouble down the line.  It
was very hard for both of them not to luxuriate in this
sweet moment of intimacy, after having shared pretty hot sex
for the past hour.  Both had come twice.  It was
unbelievably touching, and yet through it all Laura could
not get Makeeda out of her mind, and the way any deeper
intimacy with Arthell would cause them both-especially the
darling Arthell-pain in the future.
     
     Nevertheless, she tried not to think about it.  She
realized that she had postponed her dinner for this
wonderful orgasmic wrestling match on the sofa, and it was
probably now cold.  They both needed a shower, too.  And yet
she was a little exhausted.  I'm not the woman I used to be,
she thought.  No more orgasming for hours on end without a
little rest in between.
     
     "What do you say I make you one of those scrambled egg
sandwiches now, and I'll heat up mine.  You sort of
interfered with my dinner, you know," Laura winked at her.
     
     "I thought you'd like this better," Arthell flirted.
     
     "You were right.  Let's eat a little, then take a
shower.  We got a little sweaty."
     
     "I know," Arthell beamed.  "I don't even work up that
much sweat when I go running."
     
     "Did you want me to take you home, or can you stay the
night?"
     
     Laura almost did not want to ask this question.
Spending a whole night again with Arthell would not only be
physically exhausting, as well as wildly pleasurable, but it
would also extend their intimacy and make it deeper still.
But she didn't feel like she could kick her out after this.
     
     "I can stay," Arthell said, almost bashfully.  "I just
have to call my Mom and let her know I won't be home."
     
     Laura smiled.  "There's the phone."
     
     "I'm going to give her your number, okay?"  Arthell
swelled up with a precious secret.  "You know," she laughed,
"she'll think it's so cool that I'm staying over at a woman
friend's place in the city.  She won't have a clue what
we're really doing."
     
     Laura winked at her again.  "Better just keep her in
the dark for a while.  She'd never understand."
     
     Arthell nodded and laughed again, then went for the
phone.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The chapters are now also available in html format at
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Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2004.  It is unlawful to
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