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     Chapter 291
     
     
     
     
     
     
     Thirty-six hours with Arthell left Laura limp, tingling
with afterglow, and very tired.  She dropped the girl at her
home in San Lorenzo late Saturday afternoon and spent the
rest of the weekend sleeping and dreaming about Makeeda's
return.  She was awakened by a phone call from Makeeda
around 6 p.m. Sunday.
     
     "Laura, I'm back."  Makeeda sounded a little tired,
crisp, and abrupt, not the way Laura had expected her to
sound.
     
     "God, I'm go glad," she said drowsily into the
receiver, still a little groggy from sleep, but letting her
true concern and longing for Makeeda into her soft voice.
     
     "Yes," Makeeda said, as if distracted.  "Look, Laura,
we have to talk."
     
     "I got your message.  Your song."
     
     There was a painful silence.  Makeeda did not respond.
There was something wrong.  Laura began to feel alarm
verging on panic in her chest.
     
     "Yes," Makeeda said, almost inaudibly.  "We have to
talk, Laura."
     
     Laura hated this.  'We have to talk' was something
people said when there was bad news.  Otherwise, she would
be saying 'when can we get together'.
     
     "I can come to your place," Laura suggested.
     
     "No . . . no," Makeeda said abruptly.  "I have to work
tonight.  I've been away three days.  They can only put up
with so much."
     
     "Maybe when you get off work," Laura offered.
     
     "Midnight?  Won't you be asleep?  Work tomorrow,
right?"
     
     "I've been sleeping all afternoon.  I can make it."
     
     "Fine."  Makeeda did not seem at all like the warm
person Laura knew her to be.  She was short and brusque.
"Meet me at the restaurant.  Actually, you can come a little
early.  Things are usually winding up by eleven."
     
     "I-"
     
     "Don't say it, Laura.  I . . . I'm sorry, I don't mean
to be short," Makeeda apologized.  "But . . .  don't say it,
okay?"
     
     "Okay."
     
     Laura was very alarmed by this conversation.  Makeeda
was so different.  Her brusque manner had cut Laura right to
the quick.  What could have happened? she wondered.  But her
worries became moot suddenly when Rhonda called about an
hour later to tell her she had to fly to Dallas to
troubleshoot an emergency there.  Her company had often sent
Laura there to troubleshoot problems, and she was needed
again.  Her plane ticket had already been reserved and the
flight would leave at 11 p.m.  She would be there up to a
week.
     
     By this time it was only possible to reach Makeeda at
work, and she was so busy there that Laura had to leave a
message.  Can't make it.  Flying to Dallas.  I love you.
Those last three were the words Makeeda did not want her to
say.  And of course, she did not say them, having left her
message with a busboy or parking valet or bartender, she
didn't know which.  She could not say that part but only
feel it, now however with a sorrowful and painful
foreboding.
     
     Five minutes later she did leave a more personal
message on Makeeda's answering machine.  "I don't know
what's wrong," she said softly.  "Something must be wrong.
You seem so distant.  I . . . won't say it.  The words you
don't want to hear.  But I feel it.  I feel about you the
way I felt the other night . . . when we were together.  I
am dying to see you again.  Not for the other . . . you
know, the bed stuff . . .  just to see you.  To look into
those fantastic eyes.  To hear your voice.  I . . . I . . ."
She began to break down a little and had to cover the phone
and take a couple of deep breaths to go on.  "Okay, not to
be maudlin," she sniffed.  "I am being sent to Dallas to
solve a problem.  I will be gone probably a week.  I will
try to call you when I think you'll be awake.  I suppose we
should talk about this in person, though.  Well, guess I
better stop rambling on.  Bye."
     
     She cried a little after hanging up but hated herself
for it.  It hurt not to tell Makeeda she loved her.  It hurt
not to let it pour out, gush out.  It was like having a bad
head cold you could not clear in any way.  You have to be
strong, kiddo, she told herself.  Strong.  She's strong.
You can hear it in her voice.  You have to be strong, too.
     
     It was hard to be strong, but going to Dallas at least
gave her an opportunity to throw herself full throttle into
her work and try to forget about her anxieties.  In the back
of her mind she also knew that she could call Ada and would
see Shaniqua Branch, the gorgeous young girl she had tried
unsuccessfully to get a job for in San Francisco.  It had
been months since she had seen either of them, and at least
she could look forward to soothing herself in their arms.
Or could she?
     
     She found out the first day that Shaniqua had gone for
the week to North Carolina, where she was going to be maid
of honor in a wedding.  And Ada did not return her calls.
Ada's assistant was curt and uninformative, but then Laura
knew that of course she would not know who Laura was or why
Ada might want to speak with her.  Things were not working
out well.  Meanwhile, her pain over Makeeda's attitude had a
way of seeping into her whole being hour after hour until by
the end of each day she was almost desolate with dread.
     
     Finally, Ada called her about seven p.m., while Laura
was still working, trying to drive Makeeda's voice out of
her brain.  She instantly realized, when she heard Ada's
voice, that Ada had not expected her to be there and had
planned to leave a message.
     
     "Oh.  Laura.  You're there."  A small, nervous titter.
"I thought I'd just leave a message on my way out."
     
     "You begged me to call you the next time I got back to
Dallas," Laura said, softly but pointedly.
     
     "Um.  That's right, I did."
     
     "You don't sound very happy about it, though."
     
     "Don't be silly.  Look, things are a little more
complicated now.  That's all.  I'm just leaving.  Want to
grab a bite with me?"
     
     Or a bite of you? Laura thought, smiling.  I sure
would.  "Yes.  Same place we met last time?  That steak
house?"
     
     "Oh, let's try something else.  Dallas has more than
steak, you know."
     
     They met at an intimate Italian restaurant Ada knew and
were soon going through the usual discomfort, where Ada was
concerned, of renewing their previously very intimate
friendship.  Ada was shy, inhibited, embarrassed by sex and
especially by her own strong sexual feelings for Laura.  She
had grown up in a strictly religious environment, and apart
from Laura had been to bed with only two others, both men
who had mistreated or neglected her.  She was not easily
unlocked.
     
     Even so, she seemed even more guarded than usual.  She
was quite lovely as always in a sharply tailored black
business suit that concealed but could not entirely obscure
her statuesque body.  Her hair, no longer swirled up behind
her head in the style that made Laura yearn to pull the pins
and let it fall, was shorter, and tighter around her ears.
She wore deep red lipstick that made her wide, sensual mouth
a picture of promise for Laura, an incredibly desirable
cynosure of all her attention, so that she could barely let
herself look at it without feeling prickly excitement in her
pussy.
     
     At least this is getting me to think less about
Makeeda, she thought.  On the other hand, for all Laura's
slavish attention and rapt fascination with Ada's stories of
work and travel, she did not sense that they were any closer
to a physical reunion.  Ada seemed to be very adept at
keeping the subject at arm's length.  Laura, resting her
chin on her interlaced fingers, gazed enraptured into Ada's
shiny black eyes, nodding occasionally.
     
     "Tell me about the woman who wanted to fuck you," she
finally said softly.  "Remember?  The one you told me about?
Whatever happened between you?"
     
     Ada, who did not drink wine and was taking a sip of ice
water as Laura spoke, nearly choked.  Water spluttered out
of her mouth and she placed the glass back on the table,
half-laughing and half-coughing, holding her fingers fanned
out against her mouth, her eyes watering too.  Laura smiled,
not very surprised by Ada's reaction, only sorry she hadn't
noticed first Ada lifting the glass to her mouth.  She
picked up a napkin and began mopping up the water Ada had
spilled as well as expectorated.
     
     "Sorry," she said, meekly.
     
     Ada finally regained her composure, wiping her chin
with her own napkin.  "Do you realize the last time I heard
that word it was also coming out of your mouth?" she
grinned.   "Laura the truck driver.  You are so nasty.  I
could go my whole life without hearing that word again, if
it weren't for you."
     
     "Quit changing the subject," Laura smiled.  "Anyway,
you know you love it when I talk dirty.  It makes you let
go.  It makes you shed all those fears of yours.  It makes
you hot."
     
     Ada grew serious and raised a stern eyebrow at Laura.
"You presume too much, Laura.  I may not be the woman you
think I am.  Any more."
     
     Now Laura raised her own eyebrow, but a little
skeptically.  "Really."
     
     Ada, though she was a strong, determined woman who had
risen in her profession and had been Laura's boss when she
had still worked for Laura's company, who had immense
dignity and self-possession, nevertheless flinched under
Laura's direct gaze and looked away.  Laura reached across
the table and put her hand on one of Ada's.
     
     "I'm not that much of a bitch," she whispered.  "You
can tell me when you get around to it."
     
     Ada turned her face back smiling, but her voice began
keening upward as she spoke, resonating with hints of its
truly grotesque timbre when she became excited or aroused.
She had a grating, nasal twang that Laura, perhaps
irrationally, associated with Texas, and it could make the
fur stand up on the back of your neck.
     
     "I don't think you're a bitch, Laura.  I'll tell you
now.  We hit it off."  Ada suddenly softened.  Her eyes
became much less hard and glittery, and her voice stopped
keening upward.  "We hit it off great.  So great, in fact,
that she moved in with me about a month ago."  Ada paused
for effect.  Laura smiled, bemused.  "I'm sorry you can't
meet her, though, because she's in Albuquerque at a high
school reunion."  She leaned across the table, speaking
conspiratorially to Laura, even speaking behind her hand.
"Can you believe it?  Would you ever go to one of those
things?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Not me," she whispered back.
"Too painful.  What's her name?"
     
     Ada straightened up and grew serious again.  "I don't
think you need to know that."
     
     Laura shrugged.  "You're right.  Is she good in bed?"
     
     "Laura!"
     
     Laura smirked.  "Only asking.  You don't have to get
angry."
     
     Ada fought back a smile.  "As usual, your manners are
in the gutter with the rest of your mind."
     
     Laura toyed with the remainder of her meal.  "If she
isn't in town, maybe we could play around a little.  She
doesn't have to know."
     
     Ada was too dark to blush, but she did anyway.  She
looked away again, then back at Laura.  "You want me to
cheat on her, right?"
     
     "Are you two married?"
     
     Ada shook her head as if she were talking to a small
child who understood nothing.  "Laura, you were the one who
persuaded me to . . . you know, make myself a little more
available to her.  Remember?  A long time ago, when I told
you she seemed like she was interested in me?  Now you want
me to betray her when she's out of town?"
     
     Laura might gently scoff at Ada's scruples, but she
knew exactly how Ada felt.  She had always tried her best
not to think of Sara when enjoying other women, and was
somehow comforted in a way, one side of the coin, to think
of Sara and her nurse when she was snuffling and groaning
with passion in the arms of another.  The other side of the
coin was her constant wish that the nurse would be
accidentally crushed by a city bus.  But this, she knew, was
not really Laura, only a brief lapse.  Life was so
complicated.  She wanted to love Sara, or even Makeeda now,
or both of them, and still enjoy the rest.
     
     Probably Ada did too.  She could see the wavering in
Ada's dark, beautiful eyes, in the loss of resolution
visible in her large, sensual mouth.  Laura had literally
raped that mouth.  She could not help contemplating doing it
again, which she was doing right now, and Ada knew it.
     
     "You can stop looking at me that way," she said to
Laura quietly, her eyes however flickering with amusement.
     
     "What way?"
     
     "You know what way.  You are so much trouble.  I knew
it the moment you called.  You are a pistol, Laura.  So
dangerous.  So . . . so-"
     
     "Hot?" Laura interrupted her, with a smile.  "I was
hoping you were going to say hot."
     
     Ada grinned and blushed again.  "You are kind of hot,"
she said, shyly, looking down.  "You sure were the first one
to get me hot."
     
     "Remember when we used to play tennis?"
     
     Ada blushed seriously this time.  "Don't remind me,"
she grinned, hiding her face like a virgin.
     
     "Remember when we-"
     
     "Laura . . . stop!"  Ada put up her hand.  She was
laughing but clearly wanted Laura to stop.  They both took
deep breaths, smirking a little at each other.  "Why don't
you tell me about your love life, instead?  I'm sure it's
much more exciting than mine."
     
     "What's that crack supposed to mean?" Laura grinned at
her, shaking her mane of hair, trying to seem overwhelmingly
attractive to Ada now that she had awakened memories of
their scorching sexual moments in the past.
     
     Ada shook her head, unable to answer.  "Nothing," she
confessed.  "I'm just trying to get you off the subject."
     
     "Do you really want to get off it?  Really?"
     
     Ada gulped and looked down.  Sexual desire, sheer naked
lust and physical craving, had always been a hard thing for
her to confess, because of her upbringing.
     
     "How long has she been gone?"
     
     "Oh . . . she just left this morning.  For three days."
     
     Laura perked up.  Three days.  Even the Formidable
Fortress Ada could fall in three days.  "Okay," she said to
Ada, glumly.  "I guess I can take a little rejection.  I'll
just go back to my hotel room and . . . mope."
     
     Ada burst into a grin.  "You are the most manipulative
person I have ever known.  Don't think I haven't thought
about all those little things you did to wiggle your way
into my life."
     
     "You mean into your . . . you know," Laura grinned
back, pointing with her finger downward toward Ada's crotch,
though it was concealed under the table they were sitting
at.
     
     "Yes, that's exactly what I mean."
     
     "I'm trying again."
     
     "I know you are."
     
     "Question is . . ." Laura lowered her eyelashes
suggestively, "am I succeeding."
     
     Ada squirmed in her seat.  "Somehow I think you might
be," she said, vaguely.
     
     Laura was suddenly hit by a sharp rush of fierce lust
herself.  She had been percolating during dinner, but well
in control.  She knew Ada.  She knew Ada had strong
scruples, and also strong affection for Laura.  She knew Ada
was involved with someone else, and Laura had no idea how
dinner would turn out.  But she had hoped.  Now that she saw
Ada squirming like this, the lust gusher simply opened up
and flooded her body.
     
     She reached across the table and covered one of Ada's
beautiful smooth dark hands with her own.  "You want to come
to my hotel room?  Maybe you'll be more comfortable not
being where you are with her."
     
     Ada's dark eyes suddenly had the lost, stricken
expression in them that sometimes had appeared in the old
days, when Laura would catch her unexpectedly looking out
the window of her office, as if life had no meaning.  Maybe
this expression was a stand-in, Laura reflected, for all
those time she actually did feel at a loss, not knowing what
to do next.
     
     "No," Ada said quietly.  "We can go to my place.  More
private there."
     
     Laura nodded.  They barely spoke from that time forward
until Ada let them into her highrise apartment.  Laura had
been there before, when she and Ada had again fucked
riotously in the shower, which had been their preferred
first time, ever since their very first time.  Somehow the
shower always brought out their wildest frenzies of lust,
especially since Ada swore to this day that their first time
had surprised her.  She had only been intending a little
friendly after-tennis back scrubbing, she said.  Laura,
though gratified and pleasantly surprised herself, tended to
believe her.
     
     Ada still had the keys and her open purse in her hand,
having just fastened the dead bolt lock, when Laura grabbed
her and kissed her, hungrily ravishing that large, sensual
mouth, which she had been wild to do all evening.  Ada
seemed surprised, but in almost seconds the keys and the
handbag clattered to the floor at their feet.  She clutched
Laura hard and kissed back feverishly, sliding her thick
tongue into Laura's mouth.
     
     "Oh god, Laura, it's so good to feel you against me!"
she gasped into Laura's cheek.  "I didn't know I would feel
this way.  It's been a while for us."
     
     "I know," Laura panted softly back.  "You feel so
smooth . . . and smell so good.  Let me kiss you here . . .
and here . . ."
     
     She kissed Ada's smooth black neck, then her ear,
nipping her earlobe.  Ada shivered.  "Ooooohhhh, you know
how to make the chills come," she quivered, pulling back
slightly to look in Laura's eyes.  "No matter how much I
love Louise, nobody could make me throb and gush like you
can."
     
     "Louise?" Laura smiled.  "That's her name?  She's a
very lucky woman."
     
     "She wouldn't think so if she could see me now," Ada
said, embarrassed.
     
     Laura tried to hurry her over this patch.  "Want to
take a shower?" she said, insinuatingly.  "We always have a
lot of fun in the shower?"
     
     "Don't I know it," Ada admitted.
     
     "Come on.  Let me wash you off and . . . you know what
else."
     
     Ada broke into a broad grin.  "Every time we do that I
nearly drown," she protested.  "I nearly fall and break my
leg . . . or strain my back.  Why don't we just start off
like normal in the bed this time, and then later take a
shower together.  I . . . suddenly have this great craving
to feel you against me.  All over me."
     
     "Mmmmm," Laura smiled, kissing her cheek, "I have the
same craving."
     
     Ada got a couple bottles of water out of the
refrigerator and took them, with Laura following, to the
bedroom.  On the way they passed a second bedroom, which,
Laura reasoned, must be Louise's now, since it had a sweet,
alluring odor coming out of it that had not been present the
last time she had visited.  She wanted to picture them both
in bed together, just for the titillation of it, but had no
idea what Louise looked like, if she were white or black, a
large women like Ada herself or small and petite, or perhaps
even shaped like Laura.
     
     "I'm so curious about Louise," she murmured to Ada,
knowing it was risky.  Ada was very private and locked down.
"How did you meet her?"
     
     "She works for a client of ours," Ada said as she
placed one water bottle on each bedstand.  "We were both the
main liaisons for our companies.  We got to know each other,
like each other.  Things just happened."  She turned to
Laura and winked across the bed at her.  "Especially after
you told me I ought to loosen up a little bit and let her
light shine upon me, so to speak."
     
     "And her light shone upon you, and you went up in
flames," Laura teased her gently.
     
     "Something like that," Ada blushed.
     
     "Is she white or black?"
     
     "You're awfully personal with your questions, you
know," Ada said, glowering playfully at her.
     
     "Sorry.  I'm a fool for knowledge.  I love knowing.  I
love thinking of you two together."
     
     "She's actually Mexican, I think.  Her real name is
Luisa.  She changed it to Louise, I guess to seem more
mainstream.  There's a lot of Mexicans down here, and still
some prejudice, as I guess you know.  Against both of us,
really."
     
     Laura nodded.  Now she could see Luisa, in her mind, a
flashing dark-eyed Mexican beauty with a flaming red mouth
and voluptuous brown body, all coiled and intertwined with
Ada's also voluptuous and magnificently statuesque black
body, both of them gasping and sucking and panting and
groaning.  It was the kind of mental picture that quickly
sent her over the edge.
     
     She walked around the bed to the other side, where Ada
was standing.  "Can you forget her for just one night?" she
asked, putting her arms on Ada's shoulders and bringing her
mouth within inches of hers.
     
     Ada let herself be kissed.  She let Laura begin
undressing her, and even threw her head back a little when
Laura's lips slid down to her throat.  "I guess . . . I
can," she panted softly.
     
     It was a wonderful thing to see this magnificent body
come into view as the conservative worsted black pinstripe
of Ada's suit jacket came off first, then her ivory blouse,
then her belt, then the skirt of her suit.  She wore a white
slip and under it a violet bra, holding in those ripe melons
that Laura so desired to consume.  Ada was dark, not as dark
as Dee Dee or Dawn, but much darker than Sara or Makeeda,
and Laura had always felt a special thrill rubbing her cheek
against Ada's smooth dark skin.  As she helped Ada take off
her slip, she found herself remembering the woman's huge,
succulent black puffy nipples, the bulging, protruding black
plums she had not been able to keep her eyes off when Ada
had dashed around the tennis court in her Venus Williams
tennis costume.  Nobody else, male or female, had been able
to stop watching either.  You had to hand it to Ada.  She
might be a little repressed from her strict fundamentalist
Protestant upbringing, but she secretly knew her physical
allure and could show it off when she chose, though with
subtlety.
     
     She saw Laura's eyes on her cleavage.  "You aren't
going to touch me until you take your stuff off too," she
said, stubbornly.
     
     "Well . . ." Laura flirted, playing the coquette.
"Aren't you going to help me?  I helped you."
     
     Ada blushed again.  She blushes more than I do, Laura
marveled.  Only you can't see the red, just the shame.
She's so cute.  I think Louise has been very good for her.
     
     Ada smirked at her, as if Laura were always coercing
her into doing things that were contrary to her nature.
"Okay, turn around."
     
     Laura turned her back to Ada and lifted her hair with
one hand so that Ada could get to the buttons up the back of
her shirt.  Ada began unbuttoning them slowly, letting her
fingertips caress Laura's skin as it came more and more into
view.
     
     "You have such beautiful skin," she murmured absently.
"Louise does too.  I can't get over it.  I love to touch
it."
     
     Laura smiled and held her hair up even higher, almost
purring as she felt Ada's sensual lips on the nape of her
neck.  "If you don't hurry," she finally panted softly, "I'm
going to have such wet panties that I'll have to borrow a
pair of yours to get home in."
     
     "Don't worry," Ada breathed into her ear.  "Yours'll
have time to dry out.  You aren't going anywhere."
     
     "Oh Ada . . . you are so different . . ." Laura sighed
softly.  "I think Louise has been so good for you."
     
     "Maybe," Ada admitted, continuing to unbutton Laura's
shirt, tugging it out of Laura's shirt, taking it completely
off, kissing Laura's near-naked back lovingly along the way.
"But you are the one who started it all.  I learned to do
this from you . . . not her.  Oh Laura . . . you are more
beautiful than ever.  I love your skin . . . your back.
What a beautiful bra.  Where do you find these things?"
     
     Laura's bra was a lacy, peach-colored masterpiece of
sexual temptation, cut low, especially in the middle, making
it look like she had a deeper valley than she actually did.
Ada quickly had it unfastened.  Then she reached behind her
own back and unfastened her own bra, letting both bras slip
away so that she could press her large naked breasts into
Laura's naked back.  Her soft, bulbous, protruding nipples
were so large that Laura could easily feel them pushing into
her flesh, feel the nubby centers rubbing her sensitive
skin.  She could also feel fresh warm juice flowing into her
cunt from the sexual excitement, which seemed to jump up a
notch for both of them at this touch.
     
     Ada kissed Laura's neck, and her arms encircled Laura
from behind, her hands now gripping Laura small, firm
breasts, her fingers twisting Laura's excited nipples.  "I
think we're going to have to get completely naked," she
panted softly to Laura.  "I forgot how excited you get me.
I really am gushing down there."
     
     "Me too," Laura admitted.  "You bring out the best in
me," she grinned over her shoulder.
     
     They hurriedly help one another out of the rest of
their clothes.  Ada had probably the most full-figured,
voluptuous body of any woman Laura had ever had since Karen,
though the two of them could otherwise have not been more
different.  It was truly a feast for love, and Laura was all
over Ada's flesh immediately with her hands and her mouth,
pulling Ada down onto the bed and embracing her and sucking
her shoulder, squeezing her full round bottom.
     
     Often overwhelmed by Laura's passion in the past, Ada
had learned to enjoy being the object of this sensual
attack.  She laughed softly as Laura swarmed over her naked
body.
     
     "Laura . . . you act like a starving girl . . . like
you haven't had any love for weeks," she gasped.
     
     "Nothing like this," Laura panted.  "I'm so envious of
Louise . . . getting to make love to this beautiful body all
the time."
     
     Ada smiled gratefully, pulling Laura up to kiss her.
"I'm so glad you like it," she said in a solemn tone.  "You
always make it feel so good.  Even with Louise . . . I
somehow never come the way I do with you, Laura."
     
     "Mmmm, music to my ears," Laura grinned.  "I love to
make you come."  Her hands swept up Ada's body to her full,
large breasts, squeezing them and twisting Ada's thick,
protruding nipples.  "Remember when you came just from my
sucking one of these?"
     
     "How could I ever forget?"  Ada brushed away a loose
strand of hair from Laura's forehead.
     
     "Want to try for it again?"
     
     Ada smiled, a slow, bemused, sexy smile.  "Right now I
think I would come no matter where you touched me."
     
     "May I kiss you first?  Again?  I love kissing you.
Your lips are so . . . expressive."
     
     "You may kiss me as long as you like," Ada breathed,
embracing Laura so that their naked breasts mashed together.
"Sometimes I dream about kissing you.  I wake up and realize
I have been kissing Laura.  The woman who introduced me to
all this.  The woman who changed my life."
     
     "Oh, don't making me start feeling responsible now,"
Laura grinned, kissing her wide, sensual mouth, at first
tenderly, then more aggressively, pushing her naked breasts
into Ada's.
     
     She sucked Ada's smooth neck again, and brushed her
lips across Ada's silky cheek.  "Do you want me to talk
dirty to you?"  She twisted one of Ada's bulging nipples
gently with her fingers.  "Do you want me to tell you how
I'm going to fuck you and make you scream?"
     
     Ada giggled.  "One thing is for sure.  There's no one
as nasty as you in the universe."
     
     "May I suck your nipples?"
     
     "I think I would die if you didn't."
     
     "May I suck them hard enough to make you come?"
     
     Ada was one of the few women Laura had known who
actually could climax from having her nipples sucked.  To
the surprise of both of them, she had done it a couple of
times, with Laura's help.  But Laura knew that even having
this gift, she wouldn't necessarily be able to do it every
time.  It was worth checking to see if she felt she was
presently vulnerable to that particular sweet possibility.
     
     Ada's black eyes were swirling and pulsing.  Her
expression told Laura that such sexual arousal, even with
Louise, was rare.  She was malleable and supple in Laura's
hands, her flesh ready to do Laura's bidding, her body
already swelling and throbbing to Laura's touch.
     
     "I think I might . . . " she whispered, as Laura kissed
her way down Ada's beautiful glowing black skin toward her
magnificent breasts.
     
     She held both of Ada's large breasts in her hands and
ran her lips all over them, purposely avoiding the large,
gleaming black bulbs of Ada's puffy nipples, wanting her to
anticipate, watching Ada look down at her lips and tongue
exploring the firm, round dark globes.  Extending her wet
tongue, she looked up into Ada's eyes and let the tip of it
come very close to one bulging, swollen black bulb, all
shiny like black satin, the wide areola speckled with tiny
bumps, the stubby center pushing up proudly.
     
     "Is this the one?" she teased, inching her tongue
closer.  "Is this the beautiful nipple that holds the fuse?
Should we find out?"
     
     Ada was panting and grimacing a little from the sexual
excitement, her brow furrowed, her wide mouth torn open, her
breath labored.  "Oh god, Laura . . . you are evil," she
smiled through her grimace.
     
     Laura giggled softly.  "Do you know how gorgeous your
breasts are?  God, those girls in the magazines have nothing
on you.  Your body is a masterpiece."
     
     Ada smiled sensually, lazily.  "That's what Louise says
too."
     
     "It's a masterpiece," Laura murmured softly, resuming
her kisses, encircling Ada's bulging nipple with her lips,
moving closer to it.  "And I am going to worship it."
     
     And I'm going to hear that Voice, she said to herself.
Ada had a voice that could make whales, dolphins, and dogs
go mad, a high, keening, twangy peal that sounded like the
airhorn of an eighteen wheeler when she got anxious or
excited, or when she was approaching or having an orgasm.
It was so surprising that you could hardly get over it.  Ada
was such a sweet, gentle, repressed and polite woman, and
yet without warning her voice could pour out of her lungs
with the painful power of a moaning demon, enough force to
melt steel and shatter plate glass.
     
     As her lips finally closed over the swollen, satiny
bulb of Ada's protruding black nipple and sucked it inside
her mouth, she heard the rising swell of this force of
nature for the first time in many months.  It seemed to well
up slowly from deep inside Ada's body, like a faraway horn
moving closer, pealing upward, gathering force, surging out
from her lungs up through her throat until it issued from
her mouth in a moan that would flay the skin from the
oranges in the kitchen basket.
     
     "Ohhnnnnnn!" it started slowly, almost quietly, but
then her awesome lung power began to kick in.
     
     At first Laura hardly noticed.  Her mouth was happily
full of pulpy, stiffening, bulging black nipple, and she was
tonguing and sucking it with hungry passion, cradling Ada's
large, firm breast in both hands and sucking thirstily.  She
was not to be denied this wonderful feast and was determined
to enjoy every second of it.  But Ada's voice kept rising.
     
     "Anngghhhh . . . oohhmmmmnnngggg . . . AHHHHHNNNNGGG!"
     
     Oh god, she really is going to come from this, Laura
suddenly thought.  Ada had done it before.  She could do it
again.  It was simply shocking that it all happened so fast.
She glanced up to see Ada grimacing and tossing her head in
an almost frantic but very sweet and intense seizure of
pleasure.
     
     Maybe I should just back off for a few seconds, she
thought.  God, I don't want her to come so fast.  I want to
suck and squeeze these beauties for a long time first.
     
     "Oh Ada . . . oh Ada . . . you're going to come," she
almost complained, softly.
     
     "Yes!  Oh . . . yes!" Ada gasped, her eyes reddened and
bleary and they caught Laura's.  "Yes!"
     
     "You can't come yet," Laura pouted.  "I want more.  I
want it to go on longer."
     
     Ada grinned, even through her sweet sexual torment.
"Oh . . . Laura!"
     
     Stubbornly, Laura pulled back.  She kissed other parts
of Ada's magnificent, statuesque body, kissing her smooth
stomach, her ribcage up one side, her shoulder, her neck,
her smooth dark cheek.  She speculated that it was the
excitement of the moment, of seeing Laura again, of being
naked together in bed after such a long absence, feeling
their warm, smooth naked bodies sliding together, that was
fueling Ada's abrupt sexual arousal.  On the one hand, Laura
wanted to exploit it, to make Ada come that fast in a flurry
of wild sexual sunbursts, but on the other hand she felt it
was cheating them both of the long, slow buildup they
deserved.
     
     All the while she was kissing Ada's body, her fingers
never left Ada's nipples, which she was twisting and lightly
pinching, feeling them harden and come alive, feeling Ada
writhe and squirm under her.  Her lips slid further up Ada's
cheek to her ear, which she frenched heatedly.
     
     "Do you want me to suck your nipples again until you
come?" she whispered.
     
     "Oh!  Oh . . . yes!" Ada panted, her hips now churning
too, involuntarily, as if some internal switch had been
thrown that made her body erupt in fucking motions, whether
she wanted to or not.
     
     "Oh honey, I know you can't wait," Laura murmured to
her, licking her gleaming black ear.  "I know you want it.
I know you want to come."
     
     "Ohhhhhh yesssssss!" Ada gasped.
     
     Laura loved it more when Ada was gasping and panting
than when the airhorn blast was issuing from her formidable
lungs.  Ada's voice had the power to make Laura cringe and
shudder even as she swelled with feelings of pride and
lechery at the uncontrollable sexual urgency she was
arousing in her.   And that was certainly happening now.
Ada was squirming and writhing even more vigorously, her
breath coming in more rapid bursts, her fingers spastically
clutching at Laura's bare arms, her pelvis quaking and
grinding.
     
     "Unnhhh . . . unhhh . . ." she groaned, her eyes
reddened and throbbing as she looked down at Laura's mouth
on her wet breasts.
     
     She was so close that Laura knew there was nothing else
to be gained but her own selfish ego-satisfaction by
prolonging it further.  This volcano is about ready to blow,
she realized.  Steeling herself to endure the piercing howls
that were about to roar from Ada's throat, she concentrated
on one beautiful, bulging, black, swollen, shiny wet nipple
and sucked it deep into her mouth.  She sucked it hard and
rhythmically, at the same time dropping one hand between
Ada's thighs and gingerly rubbing Ada's large nubby clit
with two fingertips, feeling the copious streams of Ada's
warm cunt nectars bathing her fingers.
     
     And, miracle of miracles, Ada erupted in an orgasm so
fierce and cataclysmic that not a sound but short, choked
off, clotted wheezings and sputterings emerged from her
mouth.  Laura was so totally immersed herself in the bliss
of sucking Ada's large, bulging, pulpy, throbbing nipple
that at first she barely noticed that Ada was coming hard
but not howling.  Ada's body shook and clenched, and her
heels dug sharply into the mattress.  Her shuddering pelvis
rose in the air.  Laura had a hard time keeping her fingers
in place on Ada's large, jutting grape of a clit.
     
     "Hhhhnnnuunnhhhh!  Mmmnnffffggrrrhhhh!"
     
     Ada was clutched by a fierce, crushing spasm.  She
whinnied deep in her chest.
     
     "Annnggghhh!  Mnnggeee . . . mnnggiieee . . ."
     
     Laura held on tight, still sucking, sucking even harder
now.  Again a buckling blow struck Ada, who jerked and then
rose briefly off the mattress, collapsing back suddenly in a
spastic fit of convulsions.  And now a scorching, deafening
cry escaped from her lips.
     
     "Oh god, Laura!  AAUUNNNGGMMNNGGIIIEEEE!  Unggh!
OOHHNNGGG!"
     
     Laura held on more desperately.  Ada, a big and strong
woman, surged again briefly off the bed, her howls again
reduced to chuffing and squeaking, as another wavelet of
orgasms passed through her flesh.  This time her thighs
clamped shut on Laura's hand, and her whole lower body
shuddered in a fierce quake so deep and so prolonged that
Laura worried it would not stop.
     
     By now Laura had released Ada's wet nipple from her
mouth, fearing too much of a good thing, having never seen
Ada come so hard.  And Ada too seemed to slack off at this
point, still quivering and moaning, but no longer wracked by
sharp spasms.  Her thighs, however, kept shuddering wildly.
Laura's hand was still clamped between them, and she could
feel each sharp tremor and wondered if Ada were going to
come again.  Her answer came in seconds when another clotted
groan was half-strangled deep in Ada's throat, she grimaced
in ecstasy, then suddenly her body buckled one last time
under the force of a final shock.
     
     "Unngghhhhhh!  Oh!  Auunnggghhhh!" she cried out,
coming one last time, while Laura held her, kissing her neck
this time, her cheek, and lustfully watching Ada's wonderful
large breasts shake and jiggle as the final pleasure quake
shook her sleek black flesh.
     
     Both of them seemed stunned by this string of orgasms
and took a little while to recover.  Ada, of course, had
more to recover from and took longer.  Laura was shocked not
only by the force and length of Ada's climaxes, but also by
her own fierce sexual arousal, now that Ada's need was
clearly satisfied.  Ada was always very desirable to her,
but somehow now as she lay supine and panting and exhausted
from a sweet ordeal of intense coming, she was an absolute
incitement to rape.  Laura wanted to consume her violently,
until she herself simply exploded in hot, jolting bursts of
orgasms, as many as Ada had had, however many that might be,
long streaks of them obliterating her in starbursts of
excruciating pleasure.
     
     But this urge was counterbalanced by the tenderness she
felt for Ada as she watched her emerge from this thrilling
moment.  Ada blinked and tried to focus.  Her panting had
now subsided into rapid but untroubled breathing.  Her eyes
were glazed.  She looked up at Laura.
     
     "I've never come like that in my life, Laura," she
finally said, almost in a whisper.  "Not even with you."
     
     Laura cuddled up next to her, fondling Ada's
magnificent breasts and tonguing her ear.  "Oh, of course
you have.  I even remember when you did with me."
     
     She did not remember it, of course, but was willing to
fudge a little to make Ada believe that their sex was always
special.  Luisa may fuck you good, honey, but nothing beats
Laura, she thought wickedly.  Oh shit, I'm so bad to be
thinking that.  I'm so happy she found Louise.  I should not
be so competitive.  Definitely not.
     
     Ada grinned wryly.  "Maybe your memory is better than
mine."
     
     Laura nodded.  "Maybe it is."
     
     "Aren't you going to kiss me?" Ada inquired innocently.
"After that?  After you made me come like that?  The least
you can do is kiss me."
     
     Laura rolled over on top of her, playfully, again
caressing and squeezing Ada's wonderful naked breasts before
running her hands down the rest of her voluptuous body.  She
nuzzled Ada's neck.
     
     "I'll kiss you," she said.  "Give me those pillow lips
. . . give me that beautiful tongue.  But I'm warning you,
if I kiss you I'm liable to go wild.  I want you to do it
all to me.  Watching you come made me hornier than a tick.
I need it."
     
     Ada laughed softly.  "There you go again!  I love the
way you talk, Laura.  God, you are so nasty and wonderful.
You don't hold anything back."
     
     "Quit talking and suck," Laura gasped with laughter
herself, inching her body up so that her small breasts
dangled in Ada's face.  She swished them across Ada's mouth,
already feeling her nipples ache and tingle at the feel of
Ada's lips grazing them.  "Suck.  I need it, honey.  I need
you to fuck me fast."
     
     This was the part of sex that Ada had always had the
most trouble with.  She could allow herself to be ravished
by Laura, but sometimes in returning the favor she would
lose control and really give in to her most basic urges,
which in turn frightened her.  It had been after one such
loss of control that she had abruptly resigned from her job
as Laura's boss, left the company, returned to Dallas, and
apparently vowed never to see Laura again.  On the other
hand, now with advent of Louise into her life, maybe she had
changed a little, loosened up a little, and Laura intended,
affectionately of course, to see if it were true.
     
     She held one of her own breasts in her hand and pushed
her excited nipple against Ada's lips.  "Suck it . . .
ssssssuck it, Ada . . . please!" she sighed.
     
     Ada grinned up at her.  Without a word, she opened her
mouth and took Laura's nipple inside.
     
     "Ungghh!" Laura half-grunted, gripped more than she had
expected to be by the sudden sensations of sexual need.  Her
cunt suddenly flood with fresh juice, and her whole body
came alive.  "Unnggghhh . . . oh  yes!"
     
     She looked down at Ada's large lips enclosing her
nipple, sucking it slowly.  It was one of the most erotic
sights she had ever seen, made even more so by Ada's black
eyes drifting up to meet hers, then holding them locked in a
mesmerizing trance as she sucked Laura's throbbing nipple
even harder.  Oh god, I'm going to come before she ever
touches my pussy! Laura thought wildly.
     
     But she was not about to terminate this hypnotic
trance.  Instead, she let herself sink deeply into it,
throwing her head back, pushing her breast into Ada's face,
letting her fingers slip through Ada's thick hair to her
scalp and caressing it while the bliss poured through her
tense body.
     
     "Oh yes!  Ohhhh Ada!" she gasped, her body flooded with
sweet sexual longings.
     
     Strangely enough, in the middle of this intensely
intimate moment her thoughts somehow flashed to Makeeda, a
troubling but not wholly unwelcome transposition, as if it
were Makeeda's mouth that was fastened onto her breast,
Makeeda's amazingly sensual lips sucking and milking her
aching nipple, Makeeda's spirit transmitting itself to her
nerves through the overpowering intimacy of this moment, not
Ada's.  She knew it was terrible to be thinking of another,
but she could not help it, and suddenly they both swirled
together in her consciousness, first one, then the other,
until Ada took matters into her own hands, and mouth, and
returned Laura forcibly to the actual moment.
     
     She released Laura's nipple and quickly guided the
other one into her mouth, holding Laura's other breast now
in the fingers of both hands and squeezing as she sucked.
     
     "Unhhh!  Unhhhh!" Laura groaned, clenching her teeth.
     
     There was no way she could think of Makeeda now, since
Ada was ramping up the heat level, her mouth hungrier and
more urgent by the second as she felt Laura's body beginning
to squirm on top of her, and felt the tension in Laura's
muscles as an inevitable orgasm began to build quickly in
her flesh.
     
     Laura rarely took long to come, at least the first
time, and she was even wondering in the back of her mind why
it had taken her this long, so overwrought and tense with
sexual pressure was she feeling at the moment.  Still half-
lying on top of Ada's large, voluptuous body, she realized
that in this position a little missionary tribbing might
bring her off in only a few seconds.  Though it was usually
not her preferred position, since you really couldn't get
your cunts together that way, unless you stopped doing what
she and Ada were doing right now, and orgasm was much less
likely, she knew that she was so lathered up at this second
that the merest touch of Ada's groin or thigh to her pussy
would probably make her go up in flames.
     
     Miraculously, Ada seemed to have a moment of
clairvoyance and divine what Laura was thinking, for she
smoothly and strongly rose up from the mattress, holding
Laura and gently guiding her onto her back, then slid one
thick black thigh between Laura's thighs and, from a sitting
position, expertly lowered her own wet pussy onto Laura's
gaping, juicy slit.  Laura loved being fucked like this and
was completely amazed by Ada's smooth expertise.  God, it's
got to be Louise! she thought, dazed and throbbing and
overwhelmed by the sweetly intense sensations that flooded
her body as she felt the wet, warm, slippery meat of Ada's
cunt pressing into hers.  Louise taught her how to do this.
Oh god, thank you, Louise!
     
     "Unnhhhh!" she half-grunted, looking up into Ada's
adoring eyes.
     
     Ada might be on top, and ready to fuck Laura to heaven,
but she had never lost her adoration.  "You like it this
way?" she panted to Laura, swirling her hips so that her wet
pussy lips slithered against Laura's, making Laura's eyes
roll up.
     
     "Oh god . . . it feels so good, honey . . . unhhhh!  Oh
yes . . . oh yes, do it some more . . . just like that . . .
ohhhh Ada, god, it feels so good!"
     
     Ada's eyes never left Laura's.  It was the new Ada.
She was so intent on fucking Laura and bringing her to an
orgasm that nothing could interfere with her attention.  She
was completely focused, and her wet pussy moving against
Laura's soon had Laura in a hot sweat of urgency.  Ada, no
longer being able to kiss Laura or suck her nipples in this
position, still held and squeezed one of Laura's breasts in
one hand as she swirled and pumped her groin into Laura's.
And Laura, though overcome by swelling sexual palpitations,
reached up with one hand to cup one of Ada's large globes
too.
     
     "Unnhhhh!" she gasped.  "Ohhnnnnn!  Unnhhhhhh!  Oh Ada!
Unhhhh!"
     
     "Can you . . . come this way?" Ada panted to Laura,
though she might have known from their past encounters that
Laura could come in almost any way.
     
     Breathe on me and give me a hot look and I'll come,
Laura thought.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh god yes!" Laura panted desperately, now
grinding her own hips and pushing her wet pussy up even
harder into Ada's.  "Oh god, I'm almost coming already!  Do
it a little harder . . . yes!  Yes!  Harder!  Ungghh!  Yes!
Ungghh!  Oh!  Oh!"
     
     As Ada pumped her pelvis a little harder, grinding her
cunt down more roughly into Laura's as Laura requested, both
of their bodies began to flex and strain and sweat, their
breath very labored now, their eyes fiery with sexual
intensity.  They both knew that they were locked in now,
that Laura was going to come in seconds, and that it would
be no soft, feathery climax but a fierce stunner.  The fine
thin sheen of sweat that coated Ada's voluptuous black body,
making it shine and glow, aroused Laura so much, on top of
the wild sexual stimulation she was already receiving, that
again she wondered why she hadn't erupted in hot coming by
now.
     
     But she really didn't have long to wonder.  Now that
Ada was grinding more roughly, she also managed to pick up
the pace, thrusting harder, faster.  Laura was thrusting
back, but suddenly could not even move as she felt a jolt of
white heat paralyze her straining flesh.
     
     Oh shit, she thought.  "Aunnnggghhhh!"
     
     Ada realized it too.  She knew Laura was coming and
twisted her body enough to reach down with both hands to
Laura, still fucking her vigorously but also touching
Laura's shoulders and watching her face to see the ecstasy
that was now distorting it.
     
     After her first brief groan, Laura could not even make
a sound.  Her body was filled with throbbing fire, her
muscles and nerves clenching spastically and twitching
violently as spasm after spasm wrenched her.
     
     "Aunnnggghhhh!" she managed another explosive groan,
then sank again into a shuddering rapture, her body ripped
apart by beautiful sunbursts of sexual bliss.  "Ohnnnnnnnn!
Ohnnnnnnn!" she finally began to sigh as the intensity of
her sweet torment began to wane after the last sharp
seizure.
     
     Ada was still holding Laura's shoulders and pressing
her own wet pussy into Laura's, but no longer moving, just
watching Laura come, finally smiling a little as Laura's
orgasm slowly died away.  After a few minutes, she pulled
her pussy away from Laura's and lay down next to her,
kissing Laura's arm and letting one hand drift up to fondle
Laura's breasts while Laura recovered.
     
     "I guess we haven't lost it, have we," she whispered to
Laura.
     
     Laura gazed over at her dreamily, her body still aching
with the sweet, faint aftershocks of her beautiful orgasm.
"I wish you were still my boss," she smiled at Ada.  "We
would have such a good time.  We could do this all the time.
Tell everybody we have a meeting with a client.  Then go
somewhere and fuck like bunnies."
     
     Ada feigned being cross.  "That's just the trouble, I
think.  You only have one thing on the brain, Laura."  She
let her eyes drift playfully down Laura's naked body toward
her crotch.  "Only trouble is, your brain is in the wrong
place."
     
     Laura pinched her thigh.  "How dare you say something
like that to me?" she teased, also feigning anger.
     
     Ada embraced her and kissed her.  "The truth is," she
murmured to Laura, "you're exactly right.  It's why I had to
leave and come back here.  If I were still your boss,
there's no way we wouldn't be doing this all the time."
     
     Laura licked the sweat off Ada's shiny black shoulder.
"I think we're all sweaty and should take a shower," she
said, with a bright smile.
     
     There was no way, she knew, they could or would want to
avoid a shower together.  Their first sexual encounter had
been in the shower and they had done it in the shower
together nearly every time they had met since then.
     
     Ada's eyes flickered with amusement.  "You never get
enough, do you."
     
     "Not of this marvelous body," Laura said, running her
fingertip all over Ada's wonderful sleek, but now a little
sticky, naked flesh.  "And I can't resist it at all when
there's water running all over it."
     
     Ada broke into soft laughter.  "Come to think of it, I
can't resist yours either when we're in the shower.  Somehow
it just makes me . . . you know-"
     
     "Want to fuck me and fuck me?" Laura teased, knowing
how The Word scandalized Ada.
     
     Ada frowned.  "How did you guess.  There you go again
with that filthy language."
     
     Laura pulled her close and licked her neck and jaw,
before nibbling her large lower lip.  "Let's go into the
shower where you can fuck me and fuck me," she breathed.
     
     Now Ada laughed more nervously, but also excitedly.
They had both climaxed not many minutes earlier, but Laura
realized that the sexual hunger was not slaked, and they
were both pretty aroused by the thought of the shower, where
they had had some wild moments in the past.
     
     Ada's eyes fell bashfully, then rose up to Laura's
again, now glimmering with fresh sexual heat.  "Okay," she
said, with a half-embarrassed smirk, as if she were too shy
to admit how much she wanted it, how she too could still be
horny even after what they had just done.  "I guess I'll let
you twist my arm."
     
     The shower was heaven to Laura.  It was steamy and hot,
and the hot water poured over both of their naked bodies as
they groped and kissed each other hungrily.  The silvery
rivulets streamed off Ada's black skin and beaded up on her
shoulders and neck and breasts, and Laura licked them up as
fast as they formed.  She had to keep Ada from grabbing for
the soap, guiding her hand back to the soap ledge and making
her re-deposit it there.
     
     "I want to lick the water off your body first," she
panted to her.
     
     Ada's large, swollen black nipples, always enchanting
to her, became even more desirable as the water dripped from
them, and Laura's mouth and tongue were nearly
uncontrollable as she lifted first one large, firm breast in
her palm, then the other, devouring the protruding buds and
sucking the water from them, swallowing it greedily.
     
     "Oh god, I love your body," she panted, barely able to
hear herself over the hot hiss of the shower water beating
down on them.
     
     "Easy, girl . . . easy," Ada giggled, but also gasped
as Laura devoured her large black nipples.  "Oh god . . .
you got me going again, girl.  My legs are quivering."
     
     "Just hold onto me," Laura panted to her.  "I won't let
you fall."
     
     She pushed Ada back against the wet tiled wall and
mashed her own wet body into her, kissing her ravenously,
much more aggressively now than she had earlier on the bed,
sucking her lips, digging her fingers into the hard moons of
Ada's ample wet bottom.  At first Ada was submissive and
vulnerable, letting Laura rub against her and clutch her ass
sharply, but somehow Laura's very actions, coupled with the
swirling steam and hard, riveting hot water striking their
flesh, aroused her to match Laura's aggressive caresses with
her own.  Soon Laura could feel Ada's fingers biting into
her ass too, and Ada's mouth sharply sucking her neck,
slurping the water off Laura's body too.
     
     "Oh god, yesssss!" Laura hissed, feeling the long
strands of her wet hair coil around her neck and shoulders,
watching the sparkly diamonds of water that collected in the
webby swirls of Ada's wet hair as they groped and sucked
each other hungrily.  "I want your pussy," she murmured in
Ada's ear, frenching it passionately, nibbling Ada's wet
earlobe, squeezing Ada's full breasts with both hands.
"Just hold onto my shoulders, darling.  I'm getting my
feast.  I want that beautiful pussy."
     
     "You . . . better get a towel for your knees," Ada
panted to her as they finished a scorching kiss.
     
     She had remembered what Laura had forgotten in her
frantic urge to get her mouth on Ada's wet pussy.  After
doing this a few times, they had both realized that getting
a towel wet on the floor the shower was vastly preferable to
coming away with scarred and painful knees.
     
     "Right," Laura grinned at her, opening the glass door
just a crack so that she could reach out and snatch a bath
towel.
     
     She folded it thick and put it on the floor at Ada's
feet.  Then, with a suggestive smirk at Ada, she began
kissing her way down the woman's magnificent, voluptuous,
wet, black body, now all shiny with water.  Again, she
licked up each rivulet flowing over the woman's gorgeous wet
black flesh.
     
     "Prepare, my darling, to be eaten alive," she warned.
     
     Ada smiled and spread her thighs a little more, to make
it easier for Laura.  Then she leaned back against the wall
and braced herself for the sweet attack she knew was coming.
Meanwhile, the hot water beat down on them both
relentlessly, and the steam rose in dense swirls around
their wet bodies.  Laura sank to her knees on the saturated
towel and spread the dewy black bush away with her fingers
to reveal the thick, meaty, open trench of Ada's aroused
pussy.
     
     Ada did not have a sweet, puckered little slit.  Hers
was a  fat succulent feast of a pussy, the lips black as
midnight, the glistening interior fiery and hot pink and
runny with juice.  She also had a clit to rival Randi's in
enormity, a big fleshy knob at the top of her large vagina,
currently thick and swollen but, Laura knew from past
experience, not yet as erect as it could become, especially
at the last moment, when Ada was ready to pop.
     
     Laura knew she could make it that erect, if she chose,
but presently she wanted to lick every inch of this gorgeous
wet pussy which she had not touched for months.
     
     "Mmnnnnggg . . . mmmnngggg!" Ada whimpered softly as
Laura began to make love to her pussy, pulling the shiny wet
black lips open and burrowing her tongue deep into the raw
pink flesh inside, pushing it in as deep as it would go up
Ada's tight channel.
     
     Ada's sleek, wet thighs quaked and flexed, and she
leaned down a little to place her hands on Laura's
shoulders, as Laura had suggested, and as they had done in
the past.  It was not the easiest of positions for fucking,
Laura knew, but for them it had been one of the hottest.  On
the other hand, she knew neither of them could maintain it
for long.  Ada was going to come without a problem, Laura
knew.  She could tell from the way her clit was already
swollen, and from the way she was moaning, from the sound of
a fire engine that was beginning to flow from her throat.
It would only take a little more coaxing to get her there,
and it would be selfish to wait any longer.
     
     Hearing Ada's moaning and whimpering intermingled with
the sharp hiss of the shower water beating down on them
aroused Laura to a frenzy of passion.  Even the way Ada was
bent forward over her, holding on, which made her large,
full, water-slick breasts sway out right above Laura's head,
was impossibly arousing to Laura, who wanted to interrupt
what she was doing in order to devour them yet again.   The
best she could do was reach up with one hand and cup and
squeeze them, twisting one of Ada's wet, bulging black
nipples in her fingers as she let her tongue slide across
the hardening nub of Ada's large clit.
     
     "Unhhhh!  Unhhh!  Oh . . . Laura!  Aawwwoonnngggggg!"
The loud peal of Ada's stupendous voice began to unwind out
of her quivering body and filled the shower stall and
bathroom with deafening grandeur.
     
     It was at the same time horrific and fiercely exciting
to Laura, who knew she was touching the right nerve,
igniting the right fuse, and quickly bringing Ada to the
brink of a wrenching climax.  But it was ear-splitting,
enough to make you grimace in pain.  There was only so much
of it Laura could take.  Her own lungs filled with hot steam
every time she inhaled, and she wondered how anyone could
have such superhuman lung strength that these piercing wails
could come out of her body.
     
     And yet the raw sexual connection between them was
winding tighter by the second.  Ada's fingers were digging
into Laura's shoulders, and her pelvis was swirling forward
and down into Laura's devouring mouth.  Her whoops and
groans were punctuated by sharp, helpless gasps.  Laura's
mouth was smeared with the thick, warm honey that was
flooding Ada's cunt, and she sucked and licked the juicy fat
feast more hungrily and passionately than ever, holding open
Ada's swollen wet pussy lips with her thumbs and stabbing
her tongue into the glistening center, knowing she could
make Ada come quickly.
     
     "Annnggghh!  Auungghh!  Oh Laura!  Oh Laura!" Ada
groaned, pumping her hips frantically forward into Laura's
face, her body tense and clenched with urgent need.
"Unngghhh!  Oh . . . yes!  Awwwooonnnnggggg!"
     
     They were drenched.  Laura could feel her hair matted
against her skull like a wet, stringy helmet.  She could
feel the water in her eyes and hammering in hot nails
against her back.  Glancing up, she could see it pouring off
Ada's dark, swaying breasts just above her head, these
splendid bouncing gourds, and flowing in glistening rivers
down her smooth, heaving stomach.  It was wildly erotic, and
she could feel the raw physical squirt of her own sexual
desire gush through her body.  She wanted to consume Ada's
wet, voluptuous, shiny body in a sexual heat so intense that
both of them would melt down on the spot into nothing but
exhausted, twitching nerves, blasted and scorched by a
sexual climax to end them all.
     
     Ada was going completely out of control, squirming and
whimpering and keening, leaning more awkwardly onto Laura
now that the sexual pressure in her body was about to erupt.
They had had some pretty exciting sexual moments in the
shower, but Laura wondered if it had ever been this wild and
sudden and loud and feverish.  The wet warm flesh of Ada's
pussy in her mouth seemed like the purest heaven, and she
thought she could even feel Ada's large clit pulsing and
swelling against her tongue as she sucked it, bringing Ada
closer and closer to a shattering explosion.
     
     At the same time she realized, as she had realized
other times when they had done this, that coming while
standing up was not the easiest thing in the world to do.
She had done it herself and knew it was a little dangerous,
if you were truly getting close to the edge, as Ada was
doing.  She weighed more than Laura, and it was hard for
Laura to support her, to prop her up, and to suck her
delicious pussy at the same time.  If she let her slide down
the wall to the floor, Laura could continue the job with her
hand, but it would mean giving up this wonderful wet feast.
Still, Ada was about to come.  There was no mistaking it.
     
     Laura eased up a little and let her sag, and Ada fairly
effortlessly slid down the slick tiled wall to the floor of
the shower stall.  Laura was all over her in a split second,
as if she knew she couldn't let Ada miss a beat in the
passionate rhythm they had already established, as if Ada's
climax were the only thing in life that mattered to her at
this moment, and she was totally devoted to bringing it off.
All of which was true.
     
     She had two fingers inside Ada's slippery wet pussy in
a second, and was violently rubbing the tops of them against
Ada's thick, rubbery clit at the same time, while she
dropped her mouth to the shiny, dripping, orgasm nipples,
knowing that sucking them would help Ada come.  She needn't
have bothered, though, since Ada began to come almost
immediately after her ass touched the wet floor of the
shower stall.  A huge, unmistakable quaking began in her
lower body, and a harsh groan like a chain saw ripping
through a tree trunk began to issue from her throat.
     
     It was earsplitting and, Laura feared, threatened to
shatter the glass cage of the shower stall itself.  Though
that was hardly likely, she tried to cover Ada's mouth with
her own as Ada shrieked, feeling Ada's body shudder and
strain as a crushing orgasm consumed her.
     
     "AAUUNNNGGMMNNGGIIIEEEE-" she began, but Laura's mouth
quickly covered hers, and Laura sucked up the sound as if
into her own lungs, so that Ada was soon lowing and
gurgling, her body clenching and surging up into Laura's wet
flesh, her pelvis grinding and gyrating off the floor as she
came into Laura's thrusting hand.  "Unngghmmmnnppphhggnnn!"
she grunted, squeezing Laura's hand between her large, wet
thighs.  "Ungghhh!  Oh god!  Oh . . . Laura . . .ungghhh!"
     
     Meanwhile, the loud hiss of the shower water and the
swirling steam enveloped their striving bodies, crouched
together on the floor, Laura panting, trying to hold Ada
while Ada suffered through the excruciating last moments of
a killing orgasm, Ada whimpering and whinnying helplessly,
still in the grip of it.  The hot water beat into their
skin.  Laura again licked it off Ada's shiny black
shoulders, her fingers still embedded in the throbbing slit
of Ada's meaty cunt.
     
     "Oh Ada, you came so hard," she murmured to her,
raising her voice a little to make it heard over the
deafening shower water.  "You came so good."
     
     Ada broke into a grin and laughed a little, softly.  "I
did.  God, I surely did."
     
     Slowly, almost reluctantly, Laura removed her fingers
from Ada's greasy pussy and theatrically licked them clean
while Ada watched, always fascinated by Laura's descent into
the truly basic.  "I love the taste of your pussy," Laura
flirted with her.
     
     But the water was too noisy and relentless for them to
spend much time in saucy badinage.  Ada raised an eyebrow.
"While you're enjoying the taste," she made an unpleasant
face, "we're running up my water bill.  Why don't we go back
to the bed where I can enjoy the taste of your-"
     
     "My wet wet . . . wet pussy?" Laura smirked.  "My pussy
is very wet.  And not with water, either.  It wants to feel
Ada's tongue.  It wants to feel Ada sucking it.  Look."
     
     She sat back a little on the saturated towel, aware of
the hot water still streaming down her own shiny wet body,
and spread her thighs, running the forefinger of each hand
down into her crotch and gently pulling open her cunt lips
so that Ada could see the inflamed seam.
     
     "See?"  She glanced up to see Ada staring, her black
eyes wide and mesmerized, her sensual mouth half-open.  She
gave Ada a half-smile, one that said, as blatantly as Laura
could make it say: I want you to fuck me, Ada.  I want you
to do everything to me.
     
     Ada reached up behind herself with one hand and shut
off the faucet.  The water stopped immediately, and the
shower stall fell silent.  Remnants of wispy steam swirled
around them.  Smiling, Ada reached out and caressed the wet
ropes of Laura's hair, which were glued to her skull, her
neck, her shoulders.
     
     "My little wet rat," she laughed affectionately, a name
she had given Laura once in the shower, after another
scorching encounter like this one.  "Let me dry you off and
take you to bed."
     
     These words nearly melted Laura.  They helped each
other to their feet, unable to resist a final wet embrace
and a wet, sizzling kiss.  Then they stepped outside and Ada
dried off Laura's body very sensually with a huge fluffy
pink towel.  Laura returned the favor, unable to keep
herself from kissing Ada's body again, even chasing Ada's
bulging, succulent black nipples with her mouth, so that Ada
had to pull back, laughing.
     
     "Now cut that out, you little wet rat," she laughed,
stepping back, playfully swatting Laura's head away from her
large, swaying breasts with one hand.  "Can't you ever get
enough?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Not me."
     
     "You come with me."  Ada grabbed her wrist and pulled
her out of the bathroom, toward the bed.  "I'm going to have
to teach you a lesson."
     
     "Ooohhh, are you going to spank me?"  Laura feigned
fear but knew that Ada could never do any such thing.  She
was probably the most inhibited woman Laura had ever known,
and simply getting her to do this at all was a miracle.
Getting her to be a little kinky was impossible.
     
     "No . . ." Ada smiled.  "I'm going to . . . eat you
alive, as you like to say."
     
     "Oh god," Laura laughed excitedly, "I can hardly wait."
     
     She did not have to wait, either.  Ada drew her to the
bed, pushed her onto her back, and swarmed over Laura's
supine body as she never had before.  The new Ada.  Laura
was overwhelmed.  Already red hot from the experience in the
shower, she simply lay back and surrendered her vibrant,
quivering flesh to Ada, who consumed it with a heated
passion Laura had never felt from her before.
     
     She sucked Laura's neck and squeezed Laura's breasts
almost roughly, kissed Laura almost savagely, then slid down
to suck and tongue Laura's nipples so expertly and fiercely
that Laura's body stiffened and rose off the bed.  She
whimpered and flexed, caught by surprise and surging sexual
frenzy.
     
     "Oh god, yes, Ada . . . oh, bite it!" she gasped.  "Oh
. . . bite it . . . just a little.  Unhhhh!  Yes!"
     
     Ada was reluctant really to bite Laura's nipple, but
she did let her teeth sink into the swollen areola just a
little.  It was enough to make Laura go happily crazy.  She
felt a hot squirt of sexual fire shoot from her breast, the
one in Ada's hungry mouth, to her oozing pussy.  Her hand
fluttered up to her breast, and she pushed it sharply
against Ada's mouth.
     
     "Do it harder," she panted, squirming wildly under Ada.
"Yes!"
     
     Laura had never been one of those who, like Ada, could
sometimes come just from having her nipple sucked.  She
usually needed a little more help; not much, but a little.
This time, though, she felt like she might do it.  Her body
writhed and ran with fire, undulating urgently, her panting
almost hysterical and out of control.  Ada too realized that
this was something new and seemed to be struggling to keep
up with Laura's growing frenzy.
     
     She dropped one hand to Laura's crotch, letting two
fingers slither in between Laura's slippery, gaping cunt
lips, and the second Laura felt the tops of Ada's fingers
grazing her clit she began to come.  It all happened so fast
that there was no way to tell if it was Ada's mouth or her
fingers that set off the explosion.  Anyway, it didn't
matter.
     
     "Auungghhh!" Laura cried out, her body leaping off the
bed in a sharp convulsion.
     
     And then the surging hot lava of a fierce orgasm began
to shoot through her body, pouring through her veins,
singeing each nerve of her spasming flesh.  Ada grasped her
and held her, but there was little she could do other than
let Laura come and be ready to caress her when she finished.
Laura had no idea how long this took.  Just as the orgasm
had surprised her by its suddenness, it also bewildered her
by its nature and could have been minutes long or only
seconds.  Her body felt wounded and destroyed afterward, but
pleasantly, as if crushed by unbelievable pleasure.
     
     Ada nuzzled her cheek.  "Are you finished?" she cooed
tentatively, her fingers still touching Laura's wet pussy.
     
     "If you move your hand, I'll kill you," Laura smiled up
at her.
     
     Ada smiled back.  "I wouldn't.  I'm afraid you might
bite it off with those thighs."
     
     They both looked down at Ada's dark brown hand tightly
clamped between Laura's pale thighs, which were clenched
tightly shut.  Laura had not even realized she was still
imprisoning Ada's hand this way.  She relaxed them.
     
     Ada smirked sexily.  "Is it okay to move it?"
     
     "I might come again," Laura half-panted, joking but
serious.
     
     Ada removed her hand slowly and wiped it on the edge of
the sheet.  "I must say, you do have a quick fuse.  Neither
Louise or I can go off as quickly as you do."
     
     "Lucky you," Laura playfully pouted.  "You get to make
it last longer."
     
     Ada almost blushed.  "We do have a pretty good bed
time," she admitted.  "I think I owe it all to you."
     
     "Nonsense.  I just gave you permission.  You did the
rest yourself.  Anyway, I think Louise may have taught you
more than I ever did."
     
     They rested and nuzzled and whispered and dozed.
Around midnight they both seemed rejuvenated sexually and
indulged in another bout of heated fucking, followed by
enraptured sleep.  In the morning Laura wanted more but Ada
had a breakfast meeting with the vice president of her
company and had to leave quickly.  She dropped Laura at her
hotel, and they made arrangements to meet again that night.
Laura realized, as she rode the elevator up to her room,
that she had thought of Makeeda only once during the entire
evening, and that Ada had quickly banished even that moment
from her mind.  As soon as she recalled this, though, it was
difficult to hold back the anxiety and foreboding.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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The chapters are now also available in html format at
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