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Laura - Chapter 331







   It was hard for Laura to admit it to herself, even after Makeeda had
left for another two weeks away at club and cabaret appearances in Las
Vegas and Seattle, but she, Laura, really craved sex with Frankie. 
Francine Bell had really got under her skin.  The sex with Makeeda was, as
always, life altering, but fucking the delicious slim and delectably black
Frankie had quickly become for Laura a kind of obsession that she could not
shake.



   She didn't know exactly why, either.  Certainly nothing could top the
gamut from A to Z that her sex with Makeeda had become, a flowering of
orgiastic mayhem and surpassing tenderness and deeply stirring rapture that
had no equal in her experience.  Sex with Frankie--or with anyone else--did
not come close to this.  And yet scarcely two days after Makeeda's
departure, she found herself seething with fantasies of Frankie's lean,
dark, naked body writhing in her arms or flexing under her deep, passionate
thrusts, or shuddering in a grip of long, moaning orgasms that Laura had
brought her to.



   "I need to see you," she whispered into the phone.  She wanted to add: I
think about you all the time.  But reigned herself in.  Frankie had
complained from the start about her friend Sandra and her ex-husband Jamal
wanting `to own' her, which she resented.  She liked Laura because Laura
was otherwise involved, that is, with Makeeda, and would not try to tie her
down; though she was more workaholic than sex-obsessed pursuer, like Laura.



   "Oh," Frankie flirted, "now you want to see me.  Now that she's gone. 
Now you have time for me."



   "Don't tease me," Laura said.



   "You love it."



   "After work?  I'll give you a ride home."



   "I have to work late.  Anyway, you have more than a ride in mind."



   "I think I'm getting my period.  It's either tonight . . .  or we wait."



   There was a pause on the line.  This was so bizarre, Laura thought. 
Frankie was only a few yards away, in the suite of offices adjacent to her
own, on the other side of this floor, sitting in her cubicle, surrounded by
law books and legal pads, playing coy.



   "I'll call you back," she said to Laura.



   "How's Sammie doing?"



   "I'll call you back," Frankie said in a softer, more clipped tone.  "I
can't talk right now." She hung up.



   But she did not call back.  Laura was philosophical.  She was even proud
of herself since earlier in her life she would have been--had been, on
countless occasions--plunged into a gloom of despair and self-doubt over
having been given the brush-off.  This time she merely shrugged and decided
that Frankie had been distracted by work duties.  Leaving her offices about
six, she found her waiting outside the door.



   Frankie beamed at her.  "Care to give a girl a ride home?"



   Laura beamed back.  "I shouldn't . . .  since you didn't call me back."



   Frankie looked to and fro along the corridor to make sure no one was
within sight or hearing distance.  She leaned close.  "I could make it
worth your while." She winked salaciously.



   "In that case, I'm in," Laura smiled.



   She was really hungry for Frankie.  More than just a few hours would be
needed.  I want to eat her alive, she realized.  Frankie looked stunning.
She still wore business suits, as, Laura supposed, befitted a young lawyer,
but somehow their severe, tailored cut had a way of emphasizing her
stunning sexiness, as if to say: I have to dress in this grey, serious
manner to conceal the volcano underneath.  Please take me home and fuck me
up my ass.  I so love it!  I will be a wild animal in your arms.  She also
wore brightly colored blouses underneath the suit to provide contrast, and
the sharp, deep reds, greens, yellows, or oranges, only set off to
perfection the deeply black sheen of her marvelous skin.  Laura could get
wet just looking at her throat, or her collar bones.



   "I couldn't call you back," Frankie explained on the way to Laura's car.
"My boss was standing right there.  He's one of the partners.  He acts real
mean most of the time, then he cuddles up to me.  I think he wants to . .
."



   She left the rest of the sentence unsaid, but both knew her meaning. 
"Who wouldn't?" Laura said.



   She herself wanted to devour Frankie.  Frankie could see it in her eyes,
even in the dim parking garage.



   "You know, sometimes you look like a jaguar or something, when you look
at me," she said.  "Like you just want to--"



   "Fuck you to pieces?" Laura interjected, chuckling softly.  "Fuck you to
heaven and back?"



   "Or hell." Frankie broke into a smile.  "Nobody ever looked at me quite
like you do.  God, it makes me hot.  I get wet when I see that fire in your
eyes."



   "Darling, we are going to put one another in the hospital tonight, if
we're not careful."



   "We'll have to lock Sammie in the closet again.  I think she likes to
watch.  Last time you were over I think I saw her getting a heat on while
she watched us."



   "Maybe she's jealous," Laura teased.  "You said she likes to crawl all
over you, just like I do."



   "But only when I have my clothes on.  Her claws hurt."



   "You like it when I hurt you a little.  Sometimes."



   "That's different."



   "We'd better change the subject," Laura said, pulling onto the lower
deck of the Bay Bridge, where a perfect mayhem of lane-switching traffic
was brewing.  "I won't get us there safely if we keep up this
conversation."



   "You're so cute," Frankie crinkled her nose in a shockingly fetching
smile.  "You are such a lech."



   "I know.  Can't help it.  You bring out the best in me."



   They did the usual, Laura dropping Frankie by the Fremont BART station
to pick up her car, then meeting her at the house Frankie had shared with
her ex-husband.  Inside, they again found the kitten Sammie hiding in the
walk-in closet in Frankie's bedroom.



   "There you are, you little devil," Frankie cooed, picking up the tiny
ball of ginger-and-white fur and rubbing Sammie against her smooth black
cheek.  "Let's go get you something to eat so Laura and Mommy can get down
to business."



   Laura found this so hot that she could barely stop herself from
trembling in anticipation.  Oh god, I am going to fuck this darling into
cinders, she thought, alarmed at the depth of her desire for the lovely
Francine Bell.  She watched while Frankie cleaned out Sammie's litter box,
freshened her water, and poured kibble into her dish.  Frankie enjoyed
being watched.  She could feel Laura's hungry eyes on her body, even though
she was still fully clothed.



   She flirted from across the kitchen.  "I . . .  while you were `away,'"
she said, alluding to Laura's lengthy absence after Makeeda's return, "I
got a bottle of wine for us, since I know how you like it." She took a
bottle of Merlot out of the cupboard and held it out for Laura.  "I also
got one of these." She held up a high tech corkscrew of bright blue shiny
plastic, one of those marvels that extricated the cork with ingenious speed
and little effort.



   "Wow, even I don't have one of these," Laura said, taking it and the
bottle.



   "Want to drink it here or in the bedroom?" Frankie asked.



   Laura set bottle and corkscrew down on the kitchen countertop.  She took
Frankie into her arms.  "I want to drink you," she murmured, brushing her
lips against the deeply black skin of Frankie's cheek where Sammie had been
pressed minutes ago.  "Now, give me those sugar lips."



   "You know, you have a way of disrupting all my plans," Frankie said
softly after their first long kiss.



   "And what were those?"



   "I thought we would drink a nice glass of wine.  Then smooch.  Then
undress.  Then . . .  you know.  But here we are smooching . . .  and we
didn't even get to the wine yet.  It's all because you're a horny old
lesbian who wants my black pussy."



   "Hey . . .  watch it with the `old' stuff!" Laura slapped her delicious
bottom.  "I'm thirty.  Whatever happened to respect for your elders?"



   "Sorry!" She kissed Laura again.  "Shall we postpone the wine part?"



   "I've had a hard time keeping my hands off you this far," Laura
confessed.



   "Oh good!  You're going to fuck me hard.  I love it when you really fuck
me hard.  In my pussy, that is.  Not in my ass."



   Laura took her hand and yanked her gently toward the hallway.



   "You forgot the strap-on," Frankie said.



   "I dropped it in a living room chair on the way in."



   "Get it and meet me there.  I have to pee."



   By the time--only a few minutes--that Frankie emerged from the bathroom
adjacent to the master bedroom, now wearing only her pale peach bra and
panties and carrying her clothes, Sammie had also returned from the
kitchen. Laura was lying on her back, naked, the strap-on already fixed in
place and ready to go, dandling the kitten on her belly.



   "Look at you two," Frankie paused by the edge of the bed.  "The two
loves of my life."



   Laura's eyes were roaming so hungrily over Frankie's near-naked body
that she barely heard what she was saying.  The girl, woman, was a
masterpiece; so black, so smooth, so slender and curvy at the same time,
her face so gorgeous, her body so sleek and lean.



   "There you go again with that jaguar look," Frankie smirked.  "Shall I
strip for you?"



   "I wish you would." Laura heard her own voice sounding thick, clotted
with sexual hunger, pinched and forced.  "God, I want you."



   "Good," Frankie smirked again.  She slowly removed her flimsy little
bra. She looked down at her naked breasts, which were exquisite to Laura's
eyes.  They were perfect little black doves, with swelling, pitch-black
nipples.  "What do you think?" Frankie swiveled her body from side to side
so that her small breasts swayed.  "Too small, don't you think?  Sometimes
I think of getting implants.  Make them bigger."



   "You do and I'll strangle you personally," Laura threatened.



   Frankie held the precious little balls in her hands.  "I suppose you
want to suck and chew and maul them, like you usually do."



   "Not if you don't want me to."



   Frankie slipped her panties down her long, slim black legs and kicked
them aside.  She climbed onto the bed.  "I want it more than anything," she
smiled, her breasts swooping out a little in the direction of Laura's
mouth. "You know I have a bee line straight from my nipples to my pussy. 
Which is already dripping, by the way." She lifted the kitten off Laura's
stomach.  "You, my baby, have to go in the closet."



   "Just put her in the chair over there," Laura pointed.  "She won't be
trouble."



   "All right," Frankie laughed, taking Sammie and depositing her on the
armchair by the window.  "But I'm blaming you if we roll over on her while
we're tearing each other to pieces."



   "Fair enough," Laura smiled, grabbing her as she returned to the bed. 
"Come here and ride Mama cowgirl style.  Yippee ay-oh kai-ay."



   "Mmmm, I love cowgirl," Frankie purred, straddling Laura's pelvis and
reaching down to guide the stalk of the strap-on dildo into her frothing
honey pit.  "We've never done it cowgirl." She threw her head slightly back
as she lowered her pussy onto the dildo, gasping tightly as it slid up deep
into her body.  This made her chest and her marvelous little naked breasts
thrust out a little, and Laura's hands quickly traveled up her long, smooth
midriff to them, cupping them, squeezing them, watching the pleasure spread
across Frankie's lovely face.  "Oh, shit.  God, that feels so good!"



   "It's going to feel even better," Laura smiled and panted, now thrusting
gently upwards with her hips, holding the dildo up straight with the
fingers of one hand, as Frankie began undulate her body on it.



   Whenever Laura did this, this cowgirl fucking, in spite of trying to
stay focused, she couldn't help but recall Allisha ("with two ells") saying
how much she liked to be `cowgirl rammed.' Laura had certainly cowgirl
rammed her on several occasions, and she had never seen a woman climax more
loudly and extravagantly from it.  She wondered if Frankie liked it that
way too.



   Guess we'll find out, she thought, as Frankie now leaned forward, after
a few minutes of very sensual and slow grinding, and brushed Laura's face
with her lovely small breasts.  "Aren't you going to suck them?" she panted
softly.  "That's what I like so much about cowgirl.  You can do this." She
swished her breasts over Laura's mouth.  "I think if you suck them, I'll
come.  I mean, quick.  You know?"



   "What if I don't want you to come quick?" Laura teased her, now
extending her tongue to swipe at the lovely little swollen black nipples
that danced around her lips.



   For a moment Frankie didn't respond.  She was swirling her hips, jamming
her pussy down on the dildo and chuffing and gasping softly, her head
thrown back.  "You . . .  may not have . . .  any say in the matter," she
finally panted, her eyes glazed with sexual storms as she stared down at
Laura.



   "Then I better get busy," Laura panted back, scooping one delectable
small breast up in both hands and feeding it into her mouth.  She sucked it
hungrily, passionately, getting as much of the small, firm ball of flesh
into her mouth as she could, making little happy squeaking noises issue
from Frankie's throat.



   "Nneee . . .  oh!  Neeee . . . .  oh oh!" She plunged her pussy down on
the stalk embedded in it, gyrating her pelvis wildly.



   "See, what I like about these," Laura panted, "is that I can get the
whole thing into my mouth, almost." She sucked it in again, sucking hard,
rhythmically.  "See what I mean.  I can swallow it."



   "Oh shit.  You're making me come!" Frankie gasped.



   "Oh god, you're beautiful."



   "Quick!  Do the other one!"



   "Yes!" Laura gasped.  However, she realized that they were thrusting and
pumping so hard that she had to return one hand to the dildo, just to make
sure it didn't slip out in their wild gyrations.



   "Oh Laura!"



   "Yes . . .  honey . . .  yes!"



   She sucked Frankie's other breast deep into her mouth, really trying to
swallow it, feeling her own level of sexual mania jump up two more notches,
up to the cracking point.



   "Anngghiiie!  Anngghiie!  Uummngghhaaiii!" Frankie suddenly came without
warning, wailing and convulsing spasmodically on top of Laura, jamming her
pussy down on the dildo and whooping hysterically.



   Laura's fingers tightened around the base of the shaft, holding it
steady while Frankie tried to fuck herself into oblivion on it.  The dewy
moisture she had earlier felt from the wet hair of Frankie's crotch was
supplemented by a more copious gushing.



   "Awwonngggg!" Frankie groaned loudly, jamming her pussy down again and
again on the dildo until the last shuddering spasm of her climax left her
gasping and whimpering, slumped forward onto Laura's body.



   Now no moaning or whooping, just rapid breathing on both sides, as
Frankie tried to recover from the whirlwind of her stupendous orgasm.  "Oh
god," she finally gasped, "I think I really needed that." Slowly, she
lifted herself up off Laura's body.  "I think it must be like that when
you've gone for six months without."



   Laura smiled and kissed her naked breasts again, since Frankie was still
propped up over her at a forty-five degree angle, and the lovely little
doves were still dangling almost in her face.  But she did not suck them
this time, thinking they might be sensitive, especially after this whopper
of an orgasm.



   "You haven't gone six months without," she said.



   Frankie's face fell.  "I haven't had an orgasm since I last saw you,"
she confessed.  "Working too hard.  All the time.  Then exhausted.  Anyway,
I knew it wouldn't be as good as it is with you."



   "You're too kind."



   Frankie was regaining her senses.  She giggled and swished her pretty
breasts in Laura's face again.  "You really know how to turn a girl on,
don't you," she purred.



   "I do my best."



   "I'll bet you want payment for that.  Right?" She rose up and let the
stalk of the dildo slide out of her pussy.



   It flopped wetly on Laura's belly.  She loosened the harness and removed
the entire apparatus from her body.  "I want to be cowgirl rammed by you,"
she murmured to Frankie.  "Think you can do it?"



   "I can sure give it a shot." Quickly, Frankie slipped into the strap-on
herself, and after a very brief period of more sensual cowgirl fucking with
Laura on top this time, the room was again filled with happy shrieks of
physical rapture.



   This time Laura was the one recovering, slumped forward on Frankie's
supine body, not ever wanting to get up.  "I love the feel of your body,"
she whispered, nuzzling the girl's smooth, sweaty black neck.



   "I love the feel of yours too, but I'm having a hard time breathing,"
Frankie croaked.



   "Oh.  Sorry."



   Laura was up in a flash.  They looked over at the chair and saw that
Sammie had slept, kitten-fashion, through the whole thing.  To make matters
more insulting, she was curled up so that her head faced the opposite
direction from the bed.  "So much for worrying about her fine feline
sensitivities," Frankie cracked.  "She seems to find all our steamy sex a
little boring."



   Laura pulled her close, pulled her down on the sheet again.  "I said I
love the feel of your body against mine," she repeated, mashing her flesh
against Frankie's.  "She might find it boring, but I don't."



   "Mmmmm," Frankie grinned, "I don't either.  It's the best sex I ever
had. You don't have to go right home, do you?"



   Laura shook her head slowly.  "I gave the kitties extra food and told
them I would be fucking Frankie's ears off tonight, so don't wait up for
me."



   Frankie gave her a throaty laugh.  "Let's get the wine."



   "I think we should have something to eat with it or we'll get bombed."



   "There's a Chinese restaurant near here that delivers.  I get it all the
time, when I get home late, too tired to cook, nothing in the fridge."



   They ordered the food and opened the wine while they were waiting,
covering up their naked bodies in two of Frankie's rayon housecoats so that
the Chinese delivery person would not be scandalized.  But the wait was
hard.



   "I hope they get here quick because this wine is heating up my blood
again," Laura confessed, looking at the delicious Frankie with undisguised
lechery.



   Frankie was wearing the flimsy red housecoat she had loaned Laura the
first time, when Laura had had to go outside to her car to fetch the valise
containing the strap-on dildo.  The red rayon against her skin, and
clinging to her curves, was enough to set the house on fire, Laura thought.
You could see the thick, hard nubs of her nipples through the fabric.  And
Frankie flirted.  With Laura, at least, she was a shameless flirt.  She sat
next to Laura on the sofa--they were impatiently awaiting the food
delivery--and crossed and re-crossed her gorgeous long black legs, shiny
and shapely and sexy, driving Laura wild.



   She wanted to touch them, to run her fingertips all over them, to kiss
them.



   "Grrrrrrr!" Frankie growled playfully, watching Laura's eyes on her
legs. "You're giving me the jaguar look again.  I never knew a man who was
as horny as you are, Laura."



   Laura gave in to her lust and put one hand on Frankie's bare knee, then
ran it up under the skirt of the housecoat to grip her sleek, naked thigh.
"I wish that guy would get here with the food," she said.



   "Why?" Frankie played faux-innocent.  "Looks like your hungrier for
something else."



   "Maybe we should go wake Sammie up and play with her.  It'll take our
minds off it."



   "I'll go get her," Frankie stood up, flexing her long bare legs again
suggestively for Laura.



   She returned in under a minute, carrying the tiny Sammie in one hand and
the Double Penetrator in the other.  "Look what I found in your bag," she
said, holding it out, smirking with a naughty six-year-old's grin.  "You
were holding out on me."



   Laura acted innocent.  "You're too sweet for something like that," she
said, half-satirically.



   "Wanna bet?" She sat down again next to Laura and deposited Sammie in
Laura's lap, then held up the Double Penetrator and ran her fingertip all
along the two appendages, tracing their curves and admiring their length.



   This seemed to be something everyone was compelled to do, Laura
reflected.  She quickly recalled Dawn, and Dee Dee, and Makeeda, and Jane,
and surely others, examining it with this rapt curiosity and fascination,
imagining its capacity to deliver undreamed of ecstasies.  Or, who could
say, maybe intimidated a little bit by its obscene threat?



   "I'll bet I know what it does," Frankie said, grinning, stating the
obvious for them both.



   "I'll bet you can only half-imagine what it does," Laura smiled at her.



   Frankie batted her long lashes.  "Guess you'll have to show me."



   Laura was petting Sammie with one hand and again caressing one of
Frankie's long legs with the other, and though they had fucked only half an
hour or so earlier she could barely control the urge to fling herself on
Frankie and fuck her hungrily again, right here.  To hell with the Chinese
food!  she thought, impatiently.  I want this girl.  I want to make her
whoop and moan and whimper again.  I want to watch her beautiful face when
she comes.



   Just at that instant the doorbell rang.



   "Finally!" Laura gasped, having been on the verge of acting out the
scenario she had just rehearsed in her mind.



   Frankie just grinned with amusement and went to the door.  "Do you have
a few extra bucks I can use for a tip?" she asked Laura.  "I only have this
twenty."



   Between the two of them, they came up with enough money to pay the
Chinese delivery guy, who could not take his eyes off these two scantily
clad women, who were clearly involved in something he would die to witness
in detail.



   "Gave him a thrill," Frankie said, as they took the food to the kitchen.
"Now I'll have to switch Chinese restaurants."



   Laura pulled her close before she could dish up the food onto plates. 
She ran her hands up under Frankie's housecoat, running them all over her
body.  "I'm sorry, darling, I am hungrier for you than I am for Chinese."



   She kissed her voraciously, squeezing her ass cheeks, sucking her neck.
Frankie gasped and shivered and mewled a little.  "Ohhhnnnn . . .  you're
getting me hot again.  You and the wine." She dropped a spoon on the floor,
where it clattered loudly.  "I think you're going to have to show me how
that double dingdong works."



   By this time Laura had Frankie's housecoat half off and was squeezing
and mouth-mauling her exquisite little black breasts.  "It would . . .  be
. . .  my . . .  pleasure . . ." she said, between passionate sucks.



   "Let's grab Sammie on the way, so we know where she is," Frankie said,
pulling Laura toward the hallway.



   When they reached the bedroom again, after retrieving the kitten and the
Double Penetrator from the sofa in the living room, they could not repress
their laughter.  "It's a good thing she's the only one who can see us
panting after each other this way," Laura laughed, dragging Frankie down on
the sheet after they deposited Sammie again in the nearby chair, pulling
off Frankie's housecoat frantically, and shedding her own.



   "We're bad, girl," Frankie panted back, now sucking Laura's naked
breasts thirstily.  "Are you going to fuck me with that obscene-looking
thing?  I've never been fucked in both holes at the same time."



   "Ah, my angel, your double virginity is about to fall."



   "It doesn't hurt, does it?"



   Laura pouted.  "I would never hurt you.  You know that."



   Frankie grinned and tilted her head.  "I don't know.  You get pretty hot
and bothered some times." She tilted her head the other way.  "Not that I
don't love it.  I'm still very jealous of your wife."



   Laura let this pass and very quickly readied the DP for engagement. 
"What my wife doesn't know won't hurt her," she said softly.  "She would
probably wish she could do this to you herself."



   Frankie smirked sexily.  "You really think I'm that gorgeous, don't you.
You keep saying it.  Over and over.  Pretty soon I'm going to start
believing you."



   Laura was licking her again, her shoulder, her smooth upper chest, her
midriff, unable to keep her lips or her tongue off the woman's lovely body.
"You know everybody wants to fuck you," she breathed, now inhaling the
thick, intoxicating fuck-odor that rose up from Frankie's aroused pussy.



   Frankie panted and squirmed a little, excited by Laura's caresses.  "You
haven't told me how much you want to fuck me," she gasped in a small,
excited voice.  "You know how I love to hear that.  How much it . . .  oh
god . . .  it really makes me horny when you say it."



   Laura slid back up to face her, kissing her very sensually and
romantically, probing Frankie's mouth with her tongue, caressing her
breasts lovingly with both hands.  "My darling," she murmured, "I want to
fuck you until the end of time.  I want to fuck you until you come
unbelievably and can't take any more and beg me to stop.  I want to fuck
you until you turn into a shaft of pure light and explode into the
universe."



   "Oh god . . ." Frankie squirmed and writhing, as if urging Laura to get
on with it.  "Oh god . . .  why does it make me so hot?"



   Laura quickly lubricated both prongs of the Double Penetrator, though
she knew the top one would slide easily in.  Frankie's sweet pussy was
already buttery and slippery and frothing again with need.  The bottom one
was the rod that needed most attention.



   "Here we go, angel," she murmured, gently prying open Frankie's anus
with the tip of her forefinger and inserting the head of the lower prong
into it.



   "Unh!"



   "Yes . . .  yes . . ."



   "Slow . . .  slow . . ." Frankie gasped, her eyes rolling up.  "Unngghh!
Yes!  Oh shit, that feels good!"



   And still both shafts were only about halfway in.  But already a look of
sublime, nearly unbearable sexual pleasure was passing over Frankie's
beautiful face.  Laura could not take her eyes off it, and yet she was
still preoccupied with making this entry smooth and painless.  She had
paused briefly in her pushing forward, but now she resumed, inching the two
cocks deeper into Frankie's body.



   "Unh!  Unh!" Frankie panted, grimacing slightly, but not grievously,
clearly pierced by the two shafts but not to the point of discomfort.



   She truly loved a hard cock up her ass.  Laura reflected that poor Jamal
must have enjoyed this moment as much as she herself was enjoying it,
having his prick embedded deep in this gorgeous woman.  Poor guy!  It's me
now, lucky me!



   Frankie was amazingly beautiful, and Laura had to restrain the natural
urge to start thrusting rapidly, to fuck the poor, beautiful darling into
swift paroxysms of ecstasy.  That would come, she knew.  For now it was
imperative to move slowly, to build the tension, to bring Frankie along to
the point where she wanted to be more roughly ravished.



   The two long prongs were sunk deep in Frankie, and as long as Laura
moved slowly and skillfully there was no danger of them slipping out, and
so she embraced the lovely creature with both arms and kissed her neck, her
shoulders, her voluptuous mouth, nibbling her earlobe, breathing into her
ear, undulating gently so that the two shafts slid in, then out, then in
again, murmuring to her softly.  She even took a few moments out to allow
herself to become completely enraptured and obsessed once again by
Frankie's rich, amazingly smooth, deeply black, glowing skin, heaven to her
lips, her fingertips, her tongue.  No woman she had ever possessed had skin
any more perfect than Frankie's, and Laura almost maniacally rubbed every
inch of her own against it, luxuriating in the phenomenal sensation, and
feeling her own cunt flood with copious fuck juice.



   "I love to fuck you . . .  I love to fuck you . . .  you are soooooo
beautiful . . .  I love love love to fuck you . . ."



   All sex did not have to be violent and rapacious.  Laura had to remind
herself of this.  Although she wanted to roughly consume the delicious
Frankie, it could also be sweet and exquisitely romantic like this was,
touching your heart as well as your swollen sexual nerves, and she brought
Frankie along gently and patiently, sensing Frankie's supple, lean body
coming slowly alive under her, growing more and more tense and eager.



   "Oh shit . . .  Laura . . .  I've never felt like this!" Frankie panted
in her ear, twisting and writhing, making little soft squealing noises.



   By now the two dildos were sliding in and out of her body more easily,
and Laura had slowly picked up the pace.  "Oh god, you're so gorgeous," she
whimpered herself, sucking Frankie's smooth black shoulder, dropping her
mouth again to one scrumptious little breast and sucking it almost
completely in.



   "Unh!  Unh!  Oh god, Laura!"



   "Yes . . .  yes honey . . .  yes!



   "So deep . . .  so deep!  These cocks are so long.  Unghhh!  Oh!  I can
feel them going all the way up inside me!"



   "It doesn't hurt?" Laura panted, ever concerned to make it the best
ever.



   "No, oh no . . ." Frankie gasped as Laura thrust forward, pushing the
prongs deep into her again.  "Anngghhh!" Frankie writhed.  She swiveled her
pelvis to push her pussy and her ass up into Laura's thrusts.  "God . . .
no . . .  it feels wonderful!" She kissed Laura's face feverishly.  "Keep
fucking me.  I think I'm not going to come for a minute.  It feels too
good. I don't want it to stop."



   "Mmmm, you don't have to worry about that, my angel," Laura purred,
relaxing into a gentle rhythm of pushing and withdrawing, pushing and
withdrawing.



   This slow rhythm gave her plenty of opportunity to suck and lick and
otherwise devour every available inch of Frankie's delicious naked body
that she could reach with her mouth, and she did it eagerly.  She sucked
her neck and her ear and her shoulder and her breasts and her upper arms
and her throat and her jaw and her cheeks and her forehead even, hungrier
than she had ever been.



   "Oh god . . .  oh shit . . ." Frankie whimpered in a tiny, faraway
voice, now undulating more rapidly under Laura, her long, lean body
quivering as more and more sexual pressure built up in her tense flesh,
wanting release.  "Ungghh . . .  ungghhh!  Oh shit . . .  so deep! 
Anngghhh!"



   Laura, who usually lost track of time, was now very aware of how long
they had been rocking tightly together like this: perhaps three or four
minutes, a long time when you were fucking.  Both of them were in a state
of sharp erotic tension.  And yet both of them were yearning together,
emotionally and sexually, not wanting this sweet and savage tension to
expire, not wanting anything to interfere with this sweetly intense
equilibrium of desperate sexual balance between need and fulfillment.



   i "I want to fuck you forever . . ." Laura gasped softly into her ear.



   "Oh . . .  don't stop!" Frankie squeaked.  "Don't stop . . .  please!"



   Again they went silent, rocking slowly together, their deep
concentration punctuated only by their rapid breathing, or an occasional
sigh or deep moan of searing pleasure.  Laura held her with both hands,
both arms, her hands grasping Frankie's bare shoulders from behind, her
forearms looped under Frankie's armpits, as if to pull her down into each
up-swooping thrust, but really never pulling since Frankie herself was
quite eager to force her cunt and her ass down on the uprising prongs of
the Double Penetrator.  They went on for another two or so minutes, but by
now Laura could hear the bed springs beginning to ring and sing more
agitatedly.



   She realized that both of them were pumping harder.



   "Oh honey . . .  oh honey . . ." she murmured in response to this
realization, the knowledge that Frankie herself was getting closer and had
started gyrating and writhing more desperately.



   "Laura . . .  Laura . . ."



   "Yes, oh yes darling," Laura panted, now sliding one hand back down to
their groins to grasp the base of the apparatus, since they were now
pushing together so hard and so fast that it was in danger of slipping out.



   "Oh god, oh god . . .  don't let it stop!"



   "No . . .  no . . .  I won't . . ."



   "Ungghh!  Oh!" Frankie suddenly began twitching and convulsing wildly,
though Laura knew she was not yet coming.  "Suck me . . .  bite me!"
Frankie cried out.



   And as if to emphasize her command, she slid one hand up to one of her
small breasts and held it, forcing it as if toward Laura's mouth.  Her eyes
flashed open, burning into Laura's.



   "Suck me . . .  please!  Laura!  Please!  Do it hard!  Oh shit, I'm
going to come!"



   This, Laura remembered, was the point at which Frankie contradicted all
requests in the past to `not hurt' her, or not to be `too rough.' In fact,
at this point she was usually a crazy mad whooping sex fiend and wanted to
be impaled and devoured.  Her long, sleek legs were already wrapping around
Laura's thrusting hips, and she was beginning to claw Laura's back with her
nails, gulping and gasping and whinnying softly, on the edge of a ferocious
climax.



   Laura, never one to deny her lover her desires, slid her mouth down
Frankie's gleaming black shoulder to the proffered breast and sucked it,
nearly all of it, deep into her hungry mouth, sucking hard.



   "Ummmnnggg . . .  ummmnngggg!" she heard herself half-grunting,
half-moaning at the same time, not a voluntary sound, she knew, but an
instinctive grunt of pure sexual dementia, of the purest and most
incandescent lust for this writhing creature in her arms.



   "Anngghh!" Frankie growled.  "Yes!  Bite it!  Ungghh!"



   Even in the frantic extremes of wild, rapacious fucking, Laura could
distinguish real biting from the precise kind of faux-savagery that was
like throwing gasoline on the fire of her partner's lust.  She sank her
teeth every so slightly into Frankie's swollen nipple, yet not so hard as
to do any damage, just enough to rip hair-raising squeals of excitement out
of Frankie's throat.



   Frankie yelped and surged off the bed into Laura's body, matching the
violent thrusting Laura was now administering to her with her own wild
gyrations, and drowning out Laura's soft, determined grunting with her
almost hysterical whinnying.



   "Annniiieee . . . .  nnmmgggnneeee . . ." she wailed, surging up into
Laura, then suddenly jackknifing and coming in sharp, punctuated spasms
that wrenched her lean body with a violence Laura had never yet seen her
experience.  "Ohhnnmmgggg!  ANNNGGHIIEEEEEE!" she cried out in a piercing
shriek.



   Laura stopped thrusting and held her shuddering body tightly.  "Yes . .
. oh yes . . .  oh yes darling . . ." she cooed to her, but she had a keen
suspicion that Frankie was so far gone in hot bliss that she did not hear
it.



   And then Frankie seemed to swoon in a way that Laura was not prepared
for but had fortunately seen before, in Jonelle, and now often in Makeeda.
She seemed, as they frequently did, to descend into a spell somehow
approximating a grand mal seizure, initially stiffening, then dropping into
a coma-like state of trembling, quivering rapture during which a sublime
ecstasy seemed to overcome her, a bliss so deep that Laura always wondered
if she or the others would ever return from it.  But Jonelle and Makeeda
always had returned, and so she knew the chances Frankie would were good.
She held her and kissed her and cooed meaningless phrases to her, and after
a while--Laura had no idea exactly how long--Frankie began to stir a
little, and breathe, and blink distractedly.



   God, I would like to come that way just once in my life, Laura thought.
Just to see what it's like.



   Frankie looked up into Laura's face, apparently wondering herself where
she had been.  "Oh god . . .  I've never come like that!" she said,
astonished.  "Did I pass out?"



   "I guess you could call it that," Laura smiled, kissing her again.



   "Have you ever come like that?  I mean, passed out?" Frankie asked.



   Laura shook her head.  "I don't think so."



   "You'd know it if you had."



   "I've . . .  seen others do it.  Rare, though."



   "You know, I can still feel those things . . .  up in me."



   "Want me to take them out?"



   "Not yet.  God, it's a weird feeling.  A good feeling.  But weird.  It
made me come so hard.  I'm still throbbing . . .  a little."



   Another minute passed before they both had to relent and pull their
bodies apart.  Laura extracted the monster and extricated herself from the
harness.  Frankie looked at it, at the two prongs still wet with her own
juices mingled with lubricant, and made a face.



   "That ugly thing will kill you with pleasure," she said in wonderment.



   Laura looked over at the chair where they had deposited Sammie, who was
again deep in happy cat slumber.  "If that didn't wake her up, nothing
will."



   "I guess she's adjusted to us," Frankie smiled brightly.  "I think I
really screamed, didn't I."



   Laura nodded.  "You really did.  Maybe she's a little deaf.  Our cats
always head for the hills when they know hot fucking is about to begin."



   Frankie frowned, looking briefly hurt.  "Don't tell me about it," she
said.  "I don't want to hear about you . . .  and her."



   "Mustn't be jealous." Laura kissed her neck.



   "Not jealous.  Envious.  I'll be you send her to heaven like that all
the time."



   Laura pulled her back down on the sheet, nuzzling her everywhere and
squeezing her lovely little black breasts with both hands.  "Mmmm, and I'm
going to take you there again a few times before I leave.  I can't get
enough of this beautiful--"



   "Skinny!" Frankie interjected, laughing.



   "--this beautiful body," Laura continued, resuming her earlier
delightful process of sucking and licking and kissing Frankie everywhere.
She truly could not get enough.



   "But it's your turn!" Frankie exclaimed.  She forced Laura onto her
back. "Don't you want me to fuck you with the double dagger?"



   "Ooohhhh, that sounds scary," Laura giggled.



   "It is scary," Frankie made big eyes at her.  "When you come, it feels
like your drowning in a river of, I don't know, rainbows or something."



   A river of rainbows.  Now, that was something Laura had never imagined.
She pulled the delicious naked girl down against her own naked body and
hugged her in an iron grip.  "I'm all yours, my darling," she murmured. 
"Take me to the river of rainbows."































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