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Chapter 276
Jane phoned Laura at work.
"I found your business card in my Mama's purse," she
said. "You and she been doing the Big Nasty, haven't you.
I could scratch your eyes out, Laura."
Laura did not remember having given Kendra her business
card, but she did have a stack of them on her dining room
table. Kendra must have helped herself. This realization
warmed Laura a little, since it signified to her that Kendra
was thinking of calling her again.
As for Jane, a quick glance at the clock told Laura it
was three-thirty, just after school. She was probably alone
in the house and could call with impunity.
"Since when do you go through other people's purses?"
she asked Jane.
"Is that all you have to say?" Jane shot back. "Aren't
you gonna tell me how much you've missed my pretty little
black coozy? And my booty that you always want to be
licking and sucking on?"
Laura knew her office phone was not monitored, but even
so, she became a little nervous at this salacious bantering.
She could even feel herself blushing. In fact, just the
sound of Jane's voice electrified her with sexual
temptation. When she didn't reply directly, Jane went on.
"I don't go through everybody's purse," she snapped.
"I went through my Mama's 'cause she said I could get five
dollars out of her wallet, okay? What the fuck business is
it of yours, Laura? Since you don't give a shit about me
anyway, not any more."
Oh, I do. If you only knew how I do, Laura thought.
"I'd love to see you," she said, almost whispering it into
the phone.
"I got two hours, maybe three, before Mama gets home,"
Jane said. "You'd have to pick me up and take me somewhere.
Can't do it here. Nosy neighbors."
"Oh Jane. I can't. I have a meeting in fifteen
minutes. And I have to attend a cocktail reception tonight
at the Ritz Carlton. Company duty."
"You just meeting some nasty sista for some carpet-
munching, I bet," Jane cracked.
"No. Honest. I can't make it today."
Jane turned flirtatious. "Tomorrow Mama and Marshall
driving up to Reno again. Unfortunately, they're taking the
Jeep because Marshall's Lexus is fucked up somehow. That's
what he get for having a rich people's car, I say. Anyway,
I got to stay over with Auntie Doris again, but she ain't
picking me up here until about seven-thirty, since she gets
off extra-late on Friday. So . . . I get out of school at
two-thirty-six. I got about five hours to . . . play.
Laura? You still there?"
Laura was mesmerized, floating in a different world,
reliving all the times she and Jane had nearly destroyed one
another with hot fucking. The time they had fucked so
violently they had broken Laura's bed. The time they had
fucked in the open, on a hillside of Mt. Tamalpais, with
Jane's spectacular young body all oiled and shiny, and
afterward at Laura's place where they had screwed in the
shower and Laura had fucked Jane's incredible ass with two
fingers while sucking her pussy at the same time and making
her nearly perish from ecstatic coming.
"Oh," she gulped, shaking herself out of this steamy
trance. "Oh god, Jane, yes, I can take off early tomorrow.
They owe me some time here. Tell me where I can pick you
up."
They arranged a place close to Jane's school for Laura
to pick her up, promptly at three forty-five. They would
have to speed to Laura's condo, fuck like bunnies, then
speed back across the bridge in time for Jane to be there
when her aunt came to pick her up. The only trouble was
that speeding back across the bridge was rarely possible.
The traffic across the bridge was never easy, especially on
Friday night.
"Don't worry about it," Jane reassured Laura, sounding
a lot like a woman of the world though she was still only
seventeen. "I can take BART back. The El Cerrito Del Norte
station is only three blocks from my house."
"My pulse is fluttering," Laura confessed to her over
the phone, wondering if it were wise to let Jane in on this
fact, to give her this power.
Jane giggled salaciously at the other end of the line.
"I'm feeling just a little wet too, you nasty old lady. See
you tomorrow."
Later that same day, while walking to a meeting and
daydreaming of the pulse-hammering sexual thrills that
awaited her tomorrow, Laura was shocked to pass Shontay's
office and find it empty. Rhonda, who happened to be
passing the same way only seconds behind Laura, saw the
shock on her face.
"She left. Didn't you know?"
Laura shook her head slowly, trying to conceal whatever
hints her face might be expressing that this loss was more
than just the loss of a co-worker. "I . . . had no idea."
"Moved to France," Rhonda said. "Can you believe that?
I thought she was happy here. I know a lot of people didn't
like her. She was kind of cold, withdrawn, aloof. A little
too tall and skinny for my tastes. Anyway, you know that
big telecommunications company, Alcatel? They're trying to
break into the U.S. market and need some smart Americans to
help them. Turns out Shontay speaks perfect French. She
went to that private French School here in the city while
she was growing up. Fluent. They snapped her right up.
Gave her a huge signing bonus, moved her to . . . is it
Tours? Avignon? Some place like that."
Laura just shook her head in disbelief. It hadn't been
more than three weeks since she and Shontay had been lying
naked, toe to toe, under the sheets at the retreat, fucking
and cooing, warm and intimate. She didn't even bother to
tell me, she thought. I made her pant. I made her come.
She had given up sex entirely before me.
She suddenly realized that Rhonda was staring at her.
She wondered if her face were revealing what she was trying
to conceal. Quickly, she smiled tightly and regained her
composure. "Too bad," she said, in a clipped, businesslike
voice. "I spoke with her a few times," she said, as they
continued walking together toward the meeting. "She wasn't
as cold and awful as everyone, especially Randi, said she
was."
Rhonda raised an ironic eyebrow. "Do tell."
But for the rest of the day, and afterward too, Laura
could not get over this sadness. True, with Shontay gone to
live in France, her own life was a little less complicated.
But for everything you gained, you lost a little something
too.
Tomorrow, as Jane had mentioned, would be Friday.
Laura and Sara had not planned to see one another until
Saturday evening, and so a Friday evening romp with the
scorching hot Jane would not be much of a risk. It was
remarkable how easily Laura could get into the mood for
fucking some firebrand out of the past like Jane. For days
after Sara's return and their emotionally and sexually hot
reunion, Laura had been dreamily mooning around about her,
bathing in each exquisite emotion of love, in each tender
nuance, reliving their sex, each twinge and moan. But the
sound of Jane's sassy young voice on the phone was enough to
inundate her with memories of a wanton fucking almost more
searing than any she could have about anybody else.
There's no way I could turn my back on Jane, she
realized. I love Sara, but Jane is, as Sara said herself,
an old friend. Even though she's still only seventeen,
Laura rolled her eyes up ruefully. Underage. But it seems
like we've been fucking forever. Still, seventeen, Laura
reflected. I could get thrown in jail. What if someone saw
us? Coming in to my place, for instance. They could call
the cops.
Laura worried a little about it, but she did not let
that stop her from picking Jane up the next day at the
appointed time. Jane was dressed in baggy black hip-hop
clothes, like the rest of the kids on the streets, which did
nothing for her spectacular figure. She was, however,
wearing an oversized slouch hat with the bill twisted to the
side, which was devastatingly sexy to Laura.
"God, you look good enough to eat," Laura said under
her breath as Jane hopped into the car. "But those baggy
clothes do nothing for your incredible body, my dear."
Jane beamed. "Same old Laura. You want to rip these
baggy clothes right off me, don't you. Off my 'incredible
body.' Right? Confess."
Laura quickly swung her car onto the freeway, in a
hurry to get back to her place. "You like it when I
compliment you," she smiled.
Jane gave her a droll, sexy grin. "I like it better
when you rip 'em off, like I said."
Laura swallowed and tightened her grip on the steering
wheel. "So . . ." she said, trying to make conversation,
and also to lower the temperature inside the car a little,
since it was about to boil over. She could feel stirrings
and warm wetness between her thighs.
"So . . . your mother tells me you're already taking
the SAT exams. Looking forward to college?"
Jane shrugged. "I took 'em. She made me take 'em. I
think I did okay, but they are hard."
Laura nodded. "I remember." She sounded to herself
like an old lady. I wonder if she thinks of me that way,
Laura speculated. Like an old lady. A horny old lady, as
she sometimes jokes. "She also tells me you are very
involved with boys these days."
Jane snorted. "Shows how much she knows. She don't
have a clue to what I do." She squint-smiled devilishly at
Laura. "I got myself a girlfriend now. Her name is Maisie
Franks, and she and I just fuck like two little squirrels
every day after school. And Mama don't have a clue. She'd
shit a big red brick if she knew. She think that dick is so
hot, and yet she still running across the bridge to suck on
your pretty little pink pussy, ain't she, Laura? Anyway, I
just dumped that loser Donnell. Always fucking around
behind your back. Think he the fucking king rooster. Fuck
him. Me and Maisie really click, and boy do we have
ourselves some fun. She ain't quite as pretty as you,
Laura, or as experienced, shall we say? She white like you,
by the way. Can't get no sisters to diddle with me,
somehow. I tried. They all stuck up or too afraid.
Anyway, Maisie ain't afraid, and she and I really get it on.
Maybe you should meet her some time. We could all have a
little fucking party. I know she wouldn't mind. She's kind
of 'free,' you know? Does whatever she wants to."
Laura's attempts to cool things down were having the
opposite effect. Jane's little outburst got her pretty
heated up.
"I'd love to meet her," she said, noncommittally, since
right now she would not have shared Jane with anyone in the
world and was eagerly looking forward to getting home as
quickly as possible.
"You better slow down, Laura," Jane cautioned. "I got
a ticket on this bridge in Mama's Jeep Cherokee, and she
restricted me for a month. They watching you."
"I know. You're right," Laura said, easing up on the
accelerator.
When Laura pulled into the parking lot outside her
condo, Jane was dazzled. It was only mid-afternoon, but the
long fingers of fog were already curling in over the
treetops.
"Wow, you live in this great place," Jane said. "This
is way better than where we lived before."
"Don't forget that's where I met you," Laura reminded
her as she unlocked her door. "It couldn't have been all
bad."
Jane frowned playfully. "It's where you met Mama, and
that stinky Inky, too."
Laura frowned back, but not playfully. Jane had always
been very mean about Charise.
"You still fucking her?" she asked Laura outright.
"That, my dear, is none of your business, is it."
"She still black as the oil in my Mama's car?"
Laura ignored this. "She had a baby."
"No shit." Jane acted stunned. "You gotta be kidding.
Not ugly little Inky. She about the most ugmo little nigger
I ever knew. Must be one ugly baby."
"Jane . . . please."
"Sorry. She got some dude to stick it in her, though.
I'm amazed. Probably only did it to her once and got her
prego. If that ain't the shits."
"It's so nice to see how sympathetic you are."
"Better her than me, that's all," Jane shrugged again,
now taking off her slouch hat as she walked around Laura's
condo, inspecting it. "This is cool."
"Want a soda pop or something?"
Jane made her way, inevitably, into the master bedroom,
with Laura following. In the early days of their
relationship, Jane had worn her hair in a style featuring
long, ropey ringlets, very long, that hung and swished down
the sides of her face, descending nearly to her shoulders.
Laura's pussy would get hot and wet even from looking at
them. Now she had changed it, however, into cascades of
long curly strands, very much like the style Dee Dee wore,
except without the dark bronze streaks. It was also very
fetching in a more mature way, though Jane was no more than
one and a half years older.
She wrinkled her nose at Laura. "You always have nasty
stuff like root beer."
"I think I have cokes or something. Want me to check?"
Jane's dark eyes sparkled with mischief. "I want to
know where your secret drawer is. The one where you keep
the fun stuff."
There was now no way Laura could keep from grabbing
her. She pulled Jane against her. "Kiss me, you little
devil. God, I've missed you."
Jane kissed Laura back eagerly, sliding her wet tongue
deep into Laura's mouth and grabbing Laura's ass. "Where's
the drawer?" she gasped as they both came up briefly for
air.
Laura was feeling a kind of smoking, steaming, urgent
lust she had not felt for a while. Her recent sex with
Shaniqua had been slow and seductive; with Sara, sensual and
emotional, almost in slow motion; with Kendra, Jane's
mother, supremely physical and athletic. But at this moment
it was as if she were consumed by flames flaring and
crackling inside her body. She had to have Jane
immediately. No delay.
She felt the way she had sometimes felt in the
beginnings, with Karen, or with Yvette, when they had barely
been able to get inside the door before they began clawing
and sucking and biting one another, ripping their clothes in
the haste to get them off so they could fall on each other
in a frenzy of squealing and fucking. She felt that way now
with Jane, sucking her neck, biting her ear, whispering
heatedly to her.
"I want you . . . god, I want you . . ."
Jane was panting too, and digging her fingers into
Laura's back. Still, she giggled softly, very sexily, Laura
thought, enjoying Laura's hot craving for her body. "You
worse than Maisie," she panted. "You want it bad, Laura."
Jane decided that it would be fun to be a tease. She
squirmed free of Laura's embrace. Laura pursued her,
smiling. "Come here."
Jane backed toward the bed, looking around to gauge how
far it was behind her. "No," she giggled. "Come and see if
you can get it."
Laura caught up with her and tried to embrace her
again, but Jane again squirmed free. This time, however,
she was closer to the bed, and she fell backwards onto it.
"You're being a naughty girl," Laura teased her back.
"I might have to spank you, if you don't watch out."
Jane, her body awkwardly lying across half of the bed,
glowered up at her, but playfully. "You wouldn't dare."
Laura had only been playing up to now, but suddenly the
thought of spanking Jane's incredible ass sent a fiery,
quicksilver squirt of sexual excitement through her whole
body. She had spanked a few others in the heat of sexual
play. Randi, Taneesha, Deshona-all of them had beautiful
bottoms, and just the pure aesthetics of it as well as the
sexual stimulation of both Laura and her spankee had been
devastatingly pleasurable.
But Jane had an ass designed by the gods as the paragon
of all beautiful female posteriors. It was a miracle ass, a
gorgeous bubble ass of perfect proportions and a purity of
curve that was truly breathtaking. Jane was right, as she
had earlier said, that Laura always wanted to kiss and
stroke and lick and nibble it. And fuck it, Laura thought,
with happy, exciting guilt.
She jumped directly onto the bed with Jane, grabbing
her. They tussled together for several minutes, rolling
around, pinching and tickling and laughing.
"You can't spank me," Jane laughed uncontrollably.
"I'm a big girl. I'm a woman."
Laura managed to get a hand under the waistband of
Jane's pants, plunging it down to her ass, which was still
covered by the cotton of her panties. She squeezed one
round gorgeous moon hard.
"You sure are," she panted and laughed at the same
time. She could already smell the odor of sex. Whether it
was rising up from her own pussy or Jane's or both of them,
she couldn't tell, but she could smell it, ripe and hot.
"And I can spank you if I want."
Jane suddenly grew solemn, her big dark brown eyes wide
and innocent. "Oh god, Laura, that feels good."
Laura tried pinching her, but Jane's ass cheeks, as she
had found on other occasions, were so firm and round that it
was nearly impossible to get a small piece of flesh between
your thumb and forefinger. Nevertheless, she managed a
small pinch, and Jane's eyes widened even further.
"Ouch!"
Meanwhile, Laura was pulling down Jane's pants with her
other hand, then with both. "I'm going to spank you on your
bare ass," she hissed playfully, quickly pulling them down
around Jane's knees, then going for her panties.
Jane pretended to resist, but Laura could tell her
heart wasn't in it. She wildly enjoyed Laura's passion for
her beautiful young body. Even though she scooted backward
on the huge mattress, Laura was right on top of her again,
tugging her panties down around her knees too.
"Oh . . . I'm going to spank you now," Laura warned,
letting her eyes drink in the beauty of Jane's sleek, dark,
naked flesh, which she had not seen for so long.
Jane's thighs were firm and black and shiny, and Laura
could even glimpse the sparkly black hair of her patch
between them, which of course aroused her even more. She
was much darker than her mother, and darker skin always had
an incendiary effect on Laura, making her want to lick it
and stroke it and kiss it hungrily. She felt exactly that
about Jane's thighs but had to put it aside for the present,
since she had other things on her mind. Like Jane's
beautiful ass.
"I am going to spank your pretty black ass until you
scream," Laura threatened playfully, tussling with her
again, trying to turn her over, which Jane was resisting.
"You better not try it," Jane panted, giggling and
rolling away.
"I'm going to do it," Laura said, determinedly,
realizing that she too was panting. "I'm going to spank you
and fuck you."
Jane froze briefly, her eyes rolling up a little, her
breath short. "God, Laura, I love the way you talk. It
gets me so excited. Nobody talks to me like that but you."
Gnashing her teeth and grinning with feigned anger,
Laura lunged toward her. "I'm finished talking, young
lady."
Again Jane broke into laughter, enjoying the threats
and the chase, but this time she let herself be caught
easily. She looked coyly over her shoulder at Laura, who
was already rubbing the flat of her hand across the
incredible round black moons of Jane's ass.
"Don't you want me to be naked?" she asked, flirting
shamelessly.
"God, yes."
Quickly, Laura helped Jane pull her baggy black shirt
up over her head. Under it she was wearing a thin white
chemise, and through it Laura could see the round, bulging
circles of Jane's black nipples. Somehow this, to her, was
almost sexier than seeing them exposed. The way the thin
cloth showed and hid them both was wildly arousing.
Jane had a nearly perfect young body, glossy and hard
and black, not coal black like her ex-friend (Laura's
darling) Charise's (whom Jane herself had dubbed Inky) but
still richly ebony and sleek, darker than her own mother's.
She did not work out, like her mother, but she surely didn't
have to yet. Her beautiful body had the springy, lean
resilience of late adolescence as well as the deliciously
curvaceous appeal of a young woman's body, with an
absolutely unbelievable ass, young, upswept breasts that
were perfectly proportioned to the rest of her torso, and
hard, rippling abs that Laura would have died to rub her
pussy against. Maybe I will, she thought. I would just
dissolve in coming, if I did.
"You want me to take this off too?" Jane teased,
lifting the bottom edge of the chemise a little with two
fingers.
Laura nodded, feeling herself simply rage with lust for
this girl. God, it's been too long! I have to have her. I
always had to have her. That's why Kendra could never keep
us apart, no matter how wrong it might be. "Please," she
said in a hushed, clotted voice.
Jane began to pull it up slowly, enjoying Laura's
slavish scrutiny, until one of her hard young breasts popped
out, then the other. It was all Laura could take, and she
quickly reached out to help, pulling the flimsy piece of
cloth up hastily over Jane's head and tossing it back across
her own shoulder.
"Watch out, Laura," Jane laughed. "You getting a
little fast there."
Laura filled her hands with these springy dark globes,
rubbing her thumbs across Jane's large, shiny black nipples.
"I can't get enough of you."
Jane pouted, pulling back. "I thought you said you
were going to spank me."
Laura sat up, realizing too that she was spoiling the
game, deviating from the plan. "I am," she said, suddenly
stiffening with mock anger. "Lie down, young lady."
Jane tilted her head to the side, her eyes sparkling,
laughing again. "Make me."
Obligingly, Laura pushed her down onto the mattress on
her stomach and quickly raised her hand. "Now this is to
teach you to behave when you come over to my place," she
half-giggled, staring down at the incredible dark
grapefruits of Jane's gleaming ass cheeks, which seemed even
harder and rounder than usual since Jane was clenching them
in anticipation of the first blow.
Laura was torn between the urge to fall on Jane's ass
with her mouth and hands and completely love-maul it, or the
urge to spank her excitingly, as Jane was obviously
expecting. She could feel her own wet cunt throbbing and
spiking with little hot arrows of fierce desire. She took a
deep breath. Well, might as well give her what she wants,
she thought.
She raised her hand farther up, above her head, then
dropped it fast, giving Jane's naked bottom a fierce whack
on both cheeks with the flat of her palm, though the palm
itself caught one cheek more fully than the other. It made
a loud slapping sound, and Jane squealed.
"Aiieeeee!"
Laura lifted her hand and thwacked her again, hard,
this time letting her palm smack directly into the round
black moon she had half-missed the first time.
"Aiieeee!" Jane squealed again, her body jumping a
little. She looked back over her shoulder at Laura, her
eyes watering. "Laura, you shit, that hurts!"
"Mmmm, it's going to hurt even more," Laura hissed,
trying to make the menace in her voice even hotter, more
threatening.
In truth, she had no desire to really hurt Jane, but
she could feel, as she knew Jane could, the sexual heat and
frenzy ratcheting up sharply. Even though it hurt a little,
she knew Jane was deriving a great sexual thrill from it,
and the faster Laura spanked her, as she now began to do,
the more Jane squirmed and moaned and squealed with happy
excitement.
"Ohhnnnn . . . ohnnnnnn!" she moaned, twisting, making
her glossy dark body even more alluring to Laura. "Oh god .
. . aiieeeee! Laura . . . ungghhhh! Stop! Ahhnnggg! Oh
shit! Oh god . . . you doing it too hard, Laura! Aiieee!"
For a few seconds Laura had unleashed a fury of short,
hard whacks against Jane's luscious, swelling ass cheeks,
smacking them so hard that her own hand began to hurt. But
now she had slackened the pace a little, pausing between
each hard slap to let her palm cup and caress the fantastic
moons, before lifting her arm again and delivering another
sharp whack. Still, she knew Jane was becoming very aroused
because she unconsciously spread her thighs a little, and
Laura could see the glistening, wet, red seam of her
blossoming pussy just below the hard, high, taut melons of
her ass.
She could also smell it, smell them both. Again, the
sharp, thick, pungent odor of wildly aroused pussy
penetrated her nostrils, and sent her own hot blood surging
through her tense body. She knew that if Jane had white
skin instead of black, her round buns would be glowing red
by now, so fiercely had Laura spanked them. Jane was cooing
and gurgling into the sheet, while Laura was more and more
unable to resist the urge to touch these splendid round hard
moons with her lips.
"Ohhnnnnn . . . oh Laura! Ohhnnnnn . . . oh Laura!"
Jane gasped, looking up at Laura now with pure sex, pure
need to be fucked and hard, in her eyes.
Laura dropped her hand between Jane's buns, into the
dark, inviting crevice, slithering her long middle finger
between them and tickling Jane's rectum before plunging her
whole hand lower and thrusting her fingers into the wet
soupy hair-tangled mess of her melting pussy. Jane
immediately began gyrating her bottom back into Laura's
wrist, pushing her flooding pussy back into Laura's fingers.
"Oh god, Laura, yes! Oh god, Laura, yes!" she panted
in a sort of demented chant, gulping and swirling her ass,
groaning as Laura began to fuck her pussy faster from behind
with her hand.
There were a thousand things Laura wanted to do. Apart
from wanting to eat Jane alive, to merge passionately with
her, to ingest her and devour her and consume her and erupt
in a blazing fury of mushroom cloud orgasms, she also wanted
to fuck her, really fuck her, with the strap-on, in every
delicious orifice available, an all-consuming, deliriously
energetic fuck that would leave them both simply devastated
and destroyed. And she knew Jane, having expressed her
usual interest in whatever ingenious toys Laura might have
on hand, wanted it too. She might be young, Laura thought,
but she was still almost too hot to touch when it came to
sexual adventurism. God, that Maisie is one lucky girl,
getting to have this bundle of dynamite in bed every day
after school.
She also wanted now to bend down and lick and suck and
bite these beautiful round dark moons she had been spanking,
while continuing to fuck Jane's soupy, throbbing pussy with
her hand. But Jane would come. Laura knew she would come.
She had fucked Jane many times and knew the signs. Already
her sleek young flesh was quivering uncontrollably, and she
was cawing and whimpering and almost growling in the grip of
fierce sexual need.
I don't want her to come yet, Laura thought. They had
a very limited time to share, and Laura wanted to extract
every last ounce of sexual pleasure for both of them from
it. I want to fuck her and fuck her and not let her come
until I'm finished fucking her.
But Jane was taking care of this by herself. She was
keening and flexing and mewling, and Laura knew she was
going to have a powerful orgasm in just seconds.
"Unngghh . . . oh Laura . . . yes!" she kept panting.
"Unngghh . . . oh Laura . . . yes!"
Giving in to her urge, Laura fell on Jane's beautiful
gleaming black buttocks with her mouth and the fingers of
her free hand, caressing them as well as sucking them and
biting them in a frenzy of sexual passion, pulling them
apart, stabbing her tongue into the dark, moist crack
between them, wriggling it deep until the tip of her tongue
found Jane's little wrinkled rosebud. At this touch, Jane's
body leaped slightly upward, and she whinnied softly.
"Ohhnnyyaiiee!"
But Laura was in control, still fucking Jane's oily,
slippery pussy with the fingers of her other hand so hard
that Jane could not bear to pull away from it. She was
groaning in a guttural, demented way, and swirling her
fantastic ass back into Laura's face. Laura removed her wet
fingers from Jane's frothing pussy just long enough to pry
open her taut buns and thrust her tongue into the tight
little ring of Jane's rectum, burrowing it in as far as she
could.
Jane's head was caught in mid-swivel as she tried to
look back over her shoulder at Laura. Instead, she was
instantly crushed by a horrific climax. Laura saw an
expression of sharp, exquisite pleasure pass over Jane's
face, which was momentarily paralyzed in the clutch of
fierce sensations. Then she saw no more because she again
burrowed her tongue deep into Jane's rectum, rubbing Jane's
wet pussy rapidly with her fingers and feeling her whole
body erupt in clenching spasms as a loud, explosive cry of
rapture escaped her throat.
"Auunggghh!" Jane roared. "AUUNGGHHH!"
She burrowed her face into the sheet, shimmying her
gorgeous, tight round ass back and up into Laura's face,
gurgling and groaning and shuddering as several huge
orgasmic waves shook her taut body. Laura kept tongue-
fucking her anus as heatedly as ever through this firestorm
of coming, until Jane was merely quivering and moaning and
whimpering, a total wreck, though her body had slowed it's
furious convulsions.
"Ohhhhnnnnn . . . oh shit . . . Laura . . . oh shit
you're killing me," Jane gasped, now having regained enough
strength to lift her head and glance back over her shoulder.
By now Laura was not fucking the tiny, snug aperture
with her tongue so much as licking and probing it tenderly,
while her greasy fingers in Jane's pussy were caressing the
gooey furrow with soft affection. She lifted her face out
of the crack between Jane's lovely dark buns, smiling at
her.
"You were too quick," she smiled. "I wanted to go on
doing this."
She leaned her face forward and gently nipped another
large, hard piece of Jane's buttock, holding it between her
teeth and waggling her head like a dog.
"Ouch, Laura, you too rough," Jane giggled, though this
time her laughter was laced with the fatigue of having
birthed a killing orgasm only seconds ago.
She wriggled away, sitting up, leaning back on her
hands, her firm young breasts swaying, reminding Laura that
she had not been able to touch them or mouth-maul them yet.
Of course, Laura had not come yet herself and was as 'horny
as a tick,' as one of her lovers had put it long ago.
"You horny old lady," Jane teased her. "You looking at
me like you haven't had enough of my poor little pussy even
yet."
Laura, surprising herself, jumped forward onto her with
a small yelp, dragging her down on the mattress again,
squeezing her sleek smooth flesh, kissing Jane's shoulders,
then her cheek, working her mouth up to Jane's mouth.
"Kiss me, you delicious young thing," Laura panted. "I
want you. You're right. I want to fuck you. I have so
missed fucking you, Jane."
For nearly a minute they kissed wetly, hungrily. Jane
was clearly not satiated by her cataclysmic and very quick
climax. She clutched and rubbed against Laura's flesh as
hungrily as Laura clutched hers.
"You didn't come yet, Laura," Jane panted into her ear.
"You want to come first, before you fuck me again? I know
you can't get enough of my pretty black booty."
"I think I could come if you just sucked on my bottom
lip," Laura confessed, sucking on Jane's.
Jane crinkled her nose. "Let me try."
She coiled together with Laura immediately, pushing
Laura down gently onto her back. Laura surrendered her
body. There was nothing else she could do. Jane was
suddenly all over her, pressing her sleek young flesh
against Laura's everywhere, sucking her neck, digging her
fingers into Laura's thighs, stabbing her tongue into
Laura's ear. Jane had always been a fiery lover, but
somehow Laura got the feeling that fucking every day after
school with her friend Maisie had sharpened her skills, so
that in seconds she had Laura whimpering and arching her
back, quivering on the brink of a lovely orgasm.
"Ohhh . . . " Laura sighed, twisting, undulating a
little as Jane's mouth found her sensitive nipples and began
attacking them. "Ohhhhh . . . I think I'm going to come
before you suck on my lip, if you keep that up," she panted.
"Then I'm gonna do it right now," Jane breathed,
slithering up her body again, but also dropping one hand
between Laura's spreading thighs.
Laura had been half-kidding when she mentioned Jane
sucking her lip. True, she was very aroused from having
tongue-fucked Jane's beautiful ass while the girl was
coming, and she meant it when she had said she was very
close. Just how close now became clear as Jane's fingers
began to slide into the frothing slit of her pussy, rubbing
hard against her clit, while Jane actually did take Laura's
full lower lip into her mouth and began sucking it.
"Anggh . . . anghhh!" Laura groaned, unable to close
her mouth, but feeling her body suddenly leap alive with
frantic sexual urges. "Oungghhh gawggghd ungghh!"
"C'mon, Laura, you gon' do it now," Jane panted,
briefly releasing her lip, speaking so low that her breathy
voice was nearly inaudible. "I know you gon' do it."
Laura knew she was too. A hot lava flow was spurting
deep inside her body, trying to find release. "Oh . . .
yes!"
Her eyes rolled up, but she felt Jane suck her lower
lip into her mouth once again, and begin to pump Laura's
pussy harder with her hand. Then suddenly the world went
black. A hot, gushing climax finally burst from Laura's
tight, clenching flesh, a molten geyser of coming that left
her cawing and surging off the mattress, her hips shuddering
as the explosive spasms rocked her.
"Unnmmmnngghiieeee!" she squealed, as Jane released her
lip and concentrated more on trying to hold on to Laura's
flipping body. "Anngghhh! Ohnnnngg! Ohh! Ohh!"
Finally, after several seconds, Laura came to a rest,
still panting desperately, her body still tingling with the
feathery aftershocks that followed the orgasm. Jane leaned
forward and kissed her very tenderly on the cheek.
"Been a long time since I did that to my Laura," she
whispered, wiggling her two fingers that were still embedded
in Laura's wet, throbbing cunt.
Laura gave her a bleak, ravished smile. "I'll give you
about forty years to stop," she wheezed softly, watching as
Jane pulled her shiny wet fingers out of her pussy. "You
aren't mad because I spanked you?"
Jane frowned and rubbed her naked ass with the same two
long, tapering black fingers. "Hurt like hell, you bitch,"
she smiled. "Wow, made my pussy wet. Still hurts, though.
You spank hard. My mama never whopped me any harder than
that."
"It's only because I love your ass so much."
"Maisie says I got the most perfect ass every made,"
Jane preened.
"Maisie is right."
"Nobody ever did that to me but you. What you did with
your tongue. It's nasty, but it sure makes a sista quiver."
Laura enfolded Jane in her arms and pulled her down on
the mattress again, pushing their naked breasts together.
"It's my job to make you quiver," she murmured, inhaling
Jane's fresh naked smell, still reminiscent of sex.
"Now you can show me the drawer," Jane said. "Where
the hot stuff is."
"You, my dear, are insatiable."
"If that means I like to fuck with Laura, you got it
right." Jane slid off the bed and knelt on the floor,
sweeping one hand under the bedframe. "Where is it? You
used to keep lots of that stuff under the bed. Ain't here
any more. Where is it?"
Slowly, Laura too slid off the bed. The urge to fuck
Jane with the strap-on was still strong, though she felt a
little guilty about leading her toward the kinkier toys.
Like Jane, however, she realized that two quick climaxes
were not going to keep them from an even more combustible
sexual collision. Also, they didn't have much time. Soon
she would have to be driving Jane to the closest BART
station so that Jane could make it all the way home before
Auntie Doris arrived to fetch her.
Still, she did not especially want Jane to see the
handcuffs, the blindfold (which she had recently bought,
after her last fiery time with Dee Dee), the ball gag, the
ropes, or the nipple clamps, which were left over from her
past encounters with Karen and hadn't been used for years.
There was more history, and more titillating perversion
suggested by the contents of that drawer than she was
willing to face in Jane's presence. On the other hand, the
thought of using the double penetrator made Laura's breath
quicken with excited anticipation.
She motioned Jane back toward the bed as she crossed
the room to the bureau. "Go back there and sit."
"Awww!" Jane groaned in disappointment. "I want to see
everything, Laura. I want to choose the wildest, hottest
thing you got."
"Sit."
Reluctantly, Jane backed up to the bed and sat on the
edge of it with her incredible ass, while Laura went quickly
through the drawer. Being fair-minded and scrupulous to
avoid manipulating Jane's response, though she certainly
knew what she wanted herself, she took out both the double
penetrator and the single, ridged shaft, the one that had
recently sent the darling and delicious Shaniqua to heaven.
She closed the drawer and took them, along with the
harness, back to the bed and sat next to Jane. Even though
they had just fucked exuberantly, Laura was again overcome
by the fresh, almost innocent thrill of sitting naked next
to this astonishingly desirable young girl, letting her eyes
caress Jane's gleaming black skin and sleek flesh, letting
them linger briefly on Jane's large, shiny black nipples
that she so loved and had yet to taste during this visit.
For her part, Jane was wide-eyed with wonder as she
looked at the implements in Laura's lap. "Shit, Laura, you
are amazing," she said as she ran one long finger over the
ridges on the single dildo. "And look at this one."
She lifted the double penetrator out of Laura's lap and
held it up, scrutinizing it with fascination. She also ran
her finger all over both appendages, slowly, sensually, as
if she were already contemplating how such monstrous objects
would feel inside her body.
"Don't tell me where this one goes," she said, giving
Laura a salacious grin, running her fingertip along the
curve of the lower shaft. "Where your tongue just was,
right?"
Laura nodded, but her hands were already reaching under
the double penetrator, which Jane still held up in front of
her eyes, for Jane's naked breasts. "I never can get enough
of your wonderful body," she confessed softly.
Jane smiled and lowered the double penetrator, putting
it beside them on the bed, looking down at Laura's pale
fingers on her dark young breasts. She had turned suddenly
pliant and submissive. With little encouragement from
Laura, she lay slowly back, letting Laura effortlessly rise
over her, still holding Jane's naked breasts in both hands.
"I want to swallow these," Laura murmured, feeling her
voice already clotted again with sharp physical desire.
Jane's black eyes flashed with mischief. "Swallow
away," she grinned. "But before you do, tell me. You gon'
do me with the double-headed monster?" Her voice had turned
a little thicker and hoarse.
"Is that what you want?"
Jane's eyes were now swirling and pulsing with hot sex.
Wide-eyed, she nodded at Laura. "Nobody ever fucked me like
you do, Laura," she whispered. "Nobody. You make me die."
Laura grinned back. "Oh no. I'm going to make you
live. I'm going to make you so happy to be alive. But
first . . . I'm going to do this."
With Jane watching intently, Laura began kissing every
part of her smooth upper body, licking her shoulders,
snaking her tongue into the spooned shallows below Jane's
sculptured clavicles, kissing her way down between Jane's
marvelous, small, beautifully proportioned breasts. Again
she cupped them loosely in her hands, feeling Jane's swollen
black nipples push into her palms, even feeling the small
hardening center nubs pushing up from the soft, silky
surrounding areolas.
Laura's lips crawled up the side of one firm, pear-
shaped mound, kissing Jane's breast everywhere but her
nipple, circling it, nudging her mouth into the crease
beneath the bulging underside of her breast, licking the
secret skin there with slow sensuality, hearing Jane's
breath catch, feeling her quiver slightly.
"Oh . . . you like that," Laura purred.
Jane nodded her head, without speaking, her dark eyes
wide and shiny.
"How do you like this?"
"Oh! Laura!" Jane gasped, her eyes rolling up.
Laura began licking Jane's thick, shiny black nipple
passionately. Just the feel of this silky bulb against her
tongue was enough to make her pussy flood again with warm
juices. Having denied herself this chance earlier, she now
took pains to draw it out and indulge every last urge,
making love to Jane's exquisite naked breasts with a
patience and skill that she knew would put other lovers,
even the new girl Maisie, in the shade.
She bunched the firm balls up in her hands and
methodically love-assaulted the pointing black cones of
Jane's glossy, wet nipples, licking them sensually, sucking
them, holding them lightly between her teeth and pulling,
sucking them into her mouth again, harder this time, lashing
them with her tongue. Soon Jane's thick nipples were shiny
and wet and stiff and springy, and Jane herself was cooing
and moaning and twisting frantically.
"Oh shit, Laura! Ohhhhh god . . . Laura . . . oh god
you do it so good! Yes! Ungghhhh!"
"Are you getting all wet again? Do you want me to fuck
you and fuck you?"
"Just keep sucking," Jane panted, her eyes fiery now
with sexual need. "Suck . . . and then fuck."
"Oh, I will . . . I will," Laura purred, pinching
Jane's wet, hard nipples between her thumbs and forefingers
whenever she momentarily let them out of her mouth.
"Unhh! Unhhh!"
"I'm going to fuck you in your ass and your pussy at
the same time," Laura purred. "Are you sure you can handle
that?"
Jane nodded rapidly. "I'm ready now. Please, Laura.
Do it. Do it now."
"Oh god, honey, your body is so beautiful."
As if to emphasize her point, Jane's hand scrabbled
across the mattress desperately and came up with the double
penetrator. She shoved it into Laura's face. "Now!
Please!"
But Laura felt about the rest of Jane's body the way
she felt about her breasts, which she was still hungrily
devouring. "If I can't lick your beautiful pussy, I won't
get you back home in time for Auntie Doris," she teased
Jane.
Even though she would never do anything to hurt Jane,
she also knew that Jane was a lubricious little fuck-demon
and would stop at nothing to get her way, especially when it
came to getting Laura to screw her. But she had had a
thrilling orgasm only a few minutes earlier, Laura knew, and
the frenetic lust she was exhibiting right now was genuine
but not desperately urgent. I've got to have a taste of her
beautiful pussy, Laura thought. I can't get her here and
then not take my fill of it. How soon will she be back
here?
She slid down Jane's lean, undulating body quickly,
noticing that Jane did not try to stop her, and even opened
her thighs more widely to smooth Laura's descent. She
whimpered a little as Laura's fingers spread open her juicy
black slit even further.
"Ohhnnn! Yes . . . Laura . . . do it!"
Laura was too busy licking to respond. Jane's pussy
was an exquisite dark pink juice flower, edged in wet,
glossy, wavy black lips that Laura was now caressing from
top to bottom on both sides with the tip of her tongue,
running it slowly up and down them and luxuriating in the
tart flavor of Jane's cunt nectars as they slid across her
taste buds. She loved Jane's pussy and had always loved it,
this almost perfect wet pink mouth of love, so much a magnet
to her thrusting tongue. In seconds she was tongue-fucking
Jane with hungry sensuality, listening to her whimper and
gurgle and groan.
She took her time, knowing Jane would probably not come
again so quickly, but still very alert to the signs, since
she knew they both wanted what would follow this. She
burrowed into the hot, slippery trench with her tongue, then
withdrew it slowly, sliding it over Jane's hard little clit,
which she had helped to further expose by spreading away its
tiny tent with her thumbs. Then she stabbed her tongue back
into the glistening, fiery center of Jane's pussy, slurping
and licking it aggressively, feeling Jane's body quiver and
strain.
Laura was in a sweet sexual delirium, sucking and
licking this exquisite pussy exuberantly but also in a
controlled, skillful way, determined that Jane would get as
much intense pleasure out of it as she herself was getting,
and yet careful not to make her come prematurely. For
several minutes they kept up this loving struggle, Jane
whimpering and writhing, Laura slipping her arms under
Jane's sleek thighs and holding her hips steady while she
sucked and slurped the girl's delicious, inflamed wet slit
with increasing heat and hunger.
Neither one of them spoke, but their rough, labored
panting and Laura's hungry feasting sounds were clearly
audible, as were the singing springs of the bed as they both
grew more and more excited, and Jane began to squirm more
violently. Laura's lips were covered with warm cunt slime,
and she pushed her mouth deeper into the sopping wet crease
of Jane's flowing cunt, unable to stop herself from a fierce
sexual attack on Jane's gorgeous, creaming quim.
Finally, it became too much for Jane.
"Oh!" she gasped. "Oh . . . Laura! Do it now . . . or
I'm gonna come again! Really!"
Laura looked up, smiling at her, well aware that her
own face was shiny wet with Jane's pussy juices. "Are you
ready, darling?" she purred, sitting halfway up and groping
for the double penetrator. "Ready?"
"Oh god, yes!" Jane whimpered.
In a flash, Laura had slipped open the drawer of the
bedstand and extracted the small baby oil bottle. Next she
quickly slipped into the harness and fastened the double
penetrator in place. Flipping open the top of the bottle,
she quickly oiled the fingers of one hand and lubricated the
lower appendage.
Jane was in a state of almost drugged sexual frenzy and
looked on in an abstracted stupor of lust while Laura
completed her preparations. Usually so full of sass and
trash talk, she now was mesmerized and pliant and completely
silent except for her soft panting as Laura settled between
her spread thighs and moved the two prongs up to her groin.
She looked solemnly, expectantly, at Laura, her dark eyes
wide and shiny, her face suffused with a kind of na<ve
wonder, as if she were seeing a side of sex she had never
known before.
Laura's fingers were still oily, and she quickly slid
one up into Jane's ass to lubricate and prepare it for the
invasion. Jane's eyes watered.
"Unhhh!" she gasped softly, her sensual lips parting,
her eyes watering.
Laura rotated the finger, watching Jane's eyes roll up
briefly. She then insinuated a second finger into the tight
aperture, fucking Jane's ass with them slowly but
deliberately, widening the entrance.
"Oh shit . . . Laura!" Jane groaned, looking down at
Laura's hand, at Laura's fingers protruding from her ass.
"I'm going to put it in now," Laura said, removing her
fingers.
"Yes!"
"Are you ready?"
"Yes!"
Laura held the dildo apparatus firmly in her right hand
and guided both stalks up until the gristled, thicker top
one was almost touching Jane's puffy, swollen black cunt
lips. Knowing that the upper shaft would slide easily into
Jane's oozing slit, she dropped her fingers to the lower
one, holding it steady, pressing the tip into the groove of
Jane's anus that she had just opened with her fingers.
Getting the head of it lodged in that small entryway was
half the battle, and now she pushed forward with her hips,
slowly sliding both long stalks into Jane's body.
"Ahhnnnnnn!" Jane moaned as the two thick poles slid
into her ass and pussy.
Laura was not rough about it, but she leaned forward,
pushing them in deep. Jane gave a tiny, choked off squeal
as the two shafts penetrated deep into her body.
"Mnnggeee!"
"Oh honey . . . I'm in you . . . I'm in you all the
way," Laura panted, leaning forward even farther, kissing
her cheek, tonguing her ear.
"Oh Laura! Ohnggg!"
"Now I'm going to fuck you," Laura whispered, beginning
to draw both shafts slowly outward, still holding the bottom
one in her fingers.
Jane's eyelids fluttered open. She looked up into
Laura's eyes, her face frozen in a peculiar mixture of
pleasurable agony and naked lust.
"Oh yes! Unhhhhhhh! Yes . . . Laura!"
Laura sat up a little again to get more leverage and
then began pushing the two rods in and out of Jane's
squirming body slowly. It was impossible for her to resist
a quick flash of memory that made her feel as if this were a
return to their earlier times together, back in her old
apartment, the one just below Jane's and her mother's, with
Jane on her back in Laura's bed, this same bed, writhing and
moaning while Laura fucked her delicious shiny black body
with the same thrilling hunger she was feeling right now.
Still moving slowly, sliding in, sliding out, she put
her hands on Jane's body, running them over her hard
stomach, up her ribcage to her firm breasts, so firm that
instead of slackening out while she was on her back, they
merely rolled like hard balls from side to side, until Laura
cupped them with her palms and squeezed them excitedly. Now
she was thrusting the double penetrator in and out of Jane
without holding it steady with her fingers, and yet they
were still moving so slowly and fluidly that she felt there
was no danger of it slipping out. She rolled Jane's thick,
erect nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, watching
the expression on Jane's face each time the monster slid
into her deep.
Jane's head would loll to the side, her sensual mouth
would tighten, her eyes would glaze over briefly, and a
soft, constricted squeaking sound would caw and scratch in
the bottom of her throat as she stiffened, feeling both
large shafts push up into her impaled cunt and asshole.
"Unhhh! Oh . . . Laura!"
"Yes . . . yes, baby. Is it good?"
Jane couldn't reply. She tried to, but the words
caught in her throat, and this time her eyes throbbed with a
hotter fire than Laura had seen there only seconds ago. She
could also feel Jane's body undulating and surging more
rapidly, more jerkily, under her. Jane was now pumping
back, her pelvis moving and swirling more urgently into
Laura's careful thrusts. Laura had to remove one hand from
the girl's marvelous naked breasts to clutch the base of the
strap-on once again, holding it steady while the semi-
hysterical whimpering rose up deep in Jane's chest.
"Ummngghrrganngghh! Oh yes . . . Laura . . . yes!"
Laura realized that both of them were on the verge of
going out of control. She herself was wildly excited by
Jane's writhing, straining body, and by the union of their
two bodies in this surging, thrashing connection, by the
sharp nudge of the strap-on's base against her own pubic
bone and her clit, and by the look of excruciating,
pleasurable torment that contorted Jane's face, and the
labored cawing of her moans. On top of that, all this
frantic, aroused struggling had resulted in a thin coat of
sweat all over her naked body, which gave her smooth black
skin a fine sheen that made her more desirable than ever to
Laura, who even dipped her mouth down occasionally to lick
it off Jane's tense arms and round, gleaming shoulders, and
even from her swollen black nipples.
Oh god, I love to fuck this girl! she thought
deliriously. I love to fuck this girl! All the Saras in
the world could never keep me from fucking this delicious,
hot girl.
For her part, Jane was really in a deep, elemental,
almost animalistic trance of sex, groaning and grunting and
grimacing as Laura continued to fuck her with sure
deliberation, more rapidly now, more sharply, sinking the
two fierce shafts deep into her ass and pussy with each
forward thrust. Jane couldn't even talk any more to Laura,
or even gasp incoherent words. Her eyes, whenever her
eyelids fluttered open for a second, were streaked with
flames, and her pelvis now churned frantically up into
Laura's inward plunging.
"Unhhh! Unhhhh! Annrrghh!"
"Oh yes, you're going to come," Laura panted to her.
She finally had to release Jane's other delectable
breast and slide her hand down to Jane's hip, trying to
steady her while again lunging forward and piercing her body
with the two monstrous prongs.
"So deep . . ." Jane panted, her face contorted in a
preliminary agony of bliss that foreshadowed the shocking
climax that was only seconds from obliterating her. "So
deeeep! Ungghhh! So . . . deeeeep!"
"Yes!" Laura half-growled, putting everything into the
last, culminating thrusts. "Yes! Yes!"
"Aoownnggg!"
Jane's body stopped gyrating. She was suddenly seized
by a stiffening, overpowering jolt, a fierce shock that
seemed to crush her from within. Her voice was throttled,
pinched off in her throat, and her arms flipped spastically
beside twitching body on the sheet, her knees jerking
awkwardly in the air as she began to come in violent spasms.
Laura stopped thrusting, leaning forward and grasping Jane's
shuddering body in her arms, embedding both cocks deep in
her and embracing her as the climax shattered her.
"Oh honey . . . oh honey, yes, come hard, come hard . .
." she panted into Jane's ear, feeling the enormous
shockwaves roll through and wrench Jane's quivering flesh.
It was only after the worst (or best) was past that
moans began to pour from Jane's throat. Her body went slack
after the major onslaught had waned, but then suddenly grew
tense and strong again, as she gripped Laura and pulled her
even closer, undulating her hips again.
"Ohhnnnnn . . . ohhnnnn . . . Laura! Unhhh! Oh god!
Feel so good! Unhhhh! Yes . . . oh yes! Do it some more!
Ungghh!"
Laura could feel yet another hard shock seize her body,
and Jane arched her back, squeezing Laura's hips with her
thighs fiercely as a sharp spasm rocked her.
"Oh Laura! Press me to you! Ohhhhhh . . . press me to
you! Arrnnggghghhh!"
Laura was already pressing their sweaty, naked bodies
together as close as they would go, and yet in response to
Jane's wild, desperate appeal she gripped her spasming body
even tighter, almost crushing her, again ramming the two
dildos deep into Jane's body to help her through this last,
shattering wave of coming. Jane quivered, sighed deeply,
and then began actually to whinny softly as the last waning
currents of a second electrifying orgasm began to dissipate.
Soon she had stopped moving under Laura, and stopped moaning
and whinnying too, and the only indication that she was
still alive was her faltering, erratic breathing.
Laura, feeling that the pressure of her own body on top
of Jane was making it harder for her to breathe, quickly
disengaged herself and slowly, carefully with drew the wet,
obscene shafts from Jane's body. She slipped effortlessly
out of the harness, set the apparatus aside, and stretched
out again next to Jane, who was only now beginning to stir
again. A blissful half-smile began to spread over Jane's
face. She turned her head to look at Laura lying next to
her.
"You always got a surprise up your sleeve, don't you,
Laura," she finally croaked, looking totally wasted by the
experience.
Laura acted completely innocent. "You're the one who
chose it," she said softly. "I only did what you wanted."
Jane smiled back dreamily. "You sure did. I gotta get
one of those things for me and Maisie." She saw Laura pout.
"Don't worry, Laura. She's good, but nobody could ever do
me like you do." She caressed Laura's bare shoulder,
sitting up. "You want me to do you with it? I think that
would be hella fun."
In fact, Laura did want it, so aroused had she become
again from fucking Jane with the two-pronged strap-on dildo.
But a glance at the bedside clock told her that this was
impossible. It was already quarter to six. It would take
Jane at least an hour to get home on BART, probably more at
this time of the evening. And Laura would have to drive her
to the Glen Park BART station just to get her on her way.
"I don't think we have time," she said.
"Sure we do." Jane reached for the double penetrator,
making a face when her fingers came away wet.
Laura shook her head. She pulled Jane down again,
rubbing her body against hers, kissing her neck, her cheek.
"I don't want to rush it," she breathed softly. "I want it
to be like we just did it . . . slow, and sensual. Not a
rush job."
Jane's face fell. "I know," she said, glumly. "But we
gonna have to do a rush job anyway. I just know you're
about ready to pop too . . . after that."
Laura nodded. "I am," she said, almost sheepishly.
"Bet if I give you my patented kitty licking you'll
come quick enough," Jane grinned. "I remember one time I
made you come in about five seconds."
Laura laughed. "You might beat that record this time.
I got pretty horny doing that to you."
"Mmmm," Jane smiled, kissing her way down Laura's body,
lingering momentarily at Laura's breasts to suck her nipples
hungrily. "Just let me at that pretty pink pussy."
It did take a little longer than five seconds, but not
much. Jane, always a hot lover, had been practicing with
Maisie apparently, and her skills only added to her ardent
passion. She had Laura climbing the walls in about twenty
seconds, and coming in about twenty more, an abrupt,
crunching orgasm that left Laura whimpering and giggling
afterward at the suddenness and power of it.
"Oh god," she laughed, her eyes watering, her breath
not yet returned to normal. "You are so good! You are a
whirlwind. You just ravished and raped me."
Jane smiled sassily, wiping Laura's pussy juices off
her lips with the back of one hand. "You make it easy,
Laura. It's easy to make you come. I never done it with
any other girl but you and Maisie, but sometimes she takes
fifteen minutes to get there. God. Takes forever."
"I can't imagine that's true with you on the other
end," Laura confessed, feeling herself unaccountably almost
ready to blush.
This easy intimacy they had thrilled her. Jane was
only seventeen, and Laura nearly thirty, and yet their
relationship had always been one of the hottest Laura had
ever known, and they also shared this relaxed, playful
intimacy that stirred Laura deeply. Jane was anything but a
sweet little angel, like for example Charise, but she was
completely genuine in her own way, and Laura felt lucky not
only to be able to fuck her but just to know her too.
She glanced over Jane's shoulder at the clock and saw
that it was now after six. "You know, Auntie Doris is going
to be awfully disappointed when she comes to get you if
you're not there," she said gently.
"Shit, you're right. And Mama will kill me if she
finds out. Quick, we gotta get out of here."
They threw on their clothes, and Laura drove her to the
BART station. "You might want to take a quick shower, or at
least sponge off when you get home," she told Jane, pressing
a five dollar bill into her hand as Jane got out of the car.
"You smell a little bit like sex. Good smell, to me," she
smiled, "but Auntie may not dig it."
Jane's black eyes flashed. "You make me want to go
back for more, Laura."
"Me too," Laura grinned. "Call me. When you can get
free. Of Mama and Maisie."
Jane merely smiled back and nodded, then turned and ran
into the BART station.
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
html formats, on the ASS text archive site at
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura/www. Text files may also be
downloaded via FTP at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/laura.
The chapters are now also available in html format at
http://www.valkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html. c
Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2003. It is unlawful to
reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the
written consent of the author.
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