Chapter 218
     
     
     Wild-eyed, Jane was waiting for Laura when she reached
the lobby of the building.  Laura had not noticed until now,
but Jane was wearing a wispy little black teddy,
fantastically sexy.  She was naked under it, but she held
back in the shadows of the lobby, behind the huge ficus
plant, so that it wasn't apparent that she was nearly naked.
     
     "Jane . . . you're naked!" Laura said under her breath.
"Are you crazy?"
     
     "You the one who's the tramp, Laura," Jane said,
emerging from behind the plant.  "You the guys who were
having the orghee up there."
     
     "Or-gee," Laura said.  "It's pronounced `or-gee'."  She
looked around, terrified that someone would walk in on them.
     
     Even though Laura was pleasantly satisfied, sexually,
and felt no special lust at the moment, just looking at
Jane's near-naked body was enough to heat her up quickly.
Jane had a gorgeous teen-age body, her breasts jutting
through the filmy black cloth of the teddy, her large black
nipples round and glimmering in the weak light.  Her thighs
below the high hem were completely naked.
     
     "Or-gee, then," Jane smiled a goofy smile which
suddenly turned cagey, revealing to Laura that she was
completely in control.  "I heard you two screaming.  You and
that little tiny girl.  She cute, I'll have to give you
that.  Her boyfriend do you both?  He got a long one?  Shit,
you two was screaming, girl.  I'll bet he got a long one."
     
     "Shhhh!" Laura said, looking around nervously again.
"What are you doing here . . . in that?"
     
     "Don't you like it?" Jane flirted boldly, turning and
thrusting out her peerless ass at Laura.  "That one you was
just fucking with her boyfriend thinks she has a great
booty.  I can tell by the way she swishes it around.  But it
don't compare with this one.  What do you think?"
     
     "Jane, I think you're half-crazy," Laura said.  "Come
with me."
     
     She grabbed her by the elbow, trying to shield Jane's
figure from the outside, guiding her toward the elevators,
hoping they wouldn't encounter anyone coming out of one.
They didn't.  But Laura lived on the eighth floor.  As soon
as the doors slid shut, Jane lifted the teddy over her head
and flung it across the elevator.  She was gloriously naked.
     
     "Jane!"
     
     "Put your hands on my body," Jane said, pushing Laura
against the wall of the elevator.  She took both of Laura's
hands and pulled them up to her firm, springy breasts.  "You
want to fuck me, don't you.  Those guys just got you warmed
up for me.  You want to fuck me, Laura.  You can fuck me
right here, in the elevator."
     
     "Jane . . . please!  Oh god, the door's going to open!"
     
     "Ain't nobody gon' be there."
     
     They paused, as if frozen in the frame of a movie,
watching in paralyzed horror-at least Laura was horrified-as
the doors slid open on the eighth floor.
     
     "See, I told you," Jane said, stooping to scoop up her
teddy from the floor as Laura forcibly dragged her out of
the elevator and quickly down the hall.
     
     It seemed to take an eternity for Laura to get the door
open.  She dropped her keys twice.  Finally, it opened and
she yanked Jane inside.  But the sight of her naked breasts
jiggling, Laura realized to her chagrin, was really
arousing.
     
     "I see the way you looking at them, Laura," Jane said,
slyly.
     
     "Jane . . . we have to have a talk."
     
     "Let's talk after we fuck.  You guys' orghee just got
me pretty hot up there, and I couldn't wait until they left
so we could do it.  Come on, Laura, you and I haven't fucked
for weeks."
     
     It was true, Laura reflected.  Last time they had
fucked one another with the huge double dildo and nearly
perished together in a bonfire of shared ecstacy.  Then they
had made love with sweet, all-consuming, tender passion.  It
had been a stirring experience for them both.
     
     But right now, Laura was torn between mad exasperation
at Jane's craziness and fresh lust for her beautiful naked
body.  "Let's talk first," she said.  "I'll get you a robe."
     
     Jane dangled the teddy from one forefinger.  "I can put
this back on," she smiled devilishly.  "It's my Mama's.
What do you think?  Don't I look better in it that she
does?"
     
     "You're too sexy in it," Laura grinned, going to her
bedroom to get a robe.
     
     But Jane, who had no manners, was right behind her.
She sniffed the air.  "People been fucking like crazy in
here," she said in mock awe.  "I can smell hot pussy and
raging dick.  And look at those sheets.  Still wet.
Sploogie all over the place."
     
     Laura giggled out loud.  Of course it shouldn't be
shocking to hear Jane use the same word her mother used.  At
the same time, she was mortified.  Jane was right: there
were ugly damp spots all over the sheets, as well as wadded-
up, soiled towels lying around everywhere.  It really looked
like a small army had been fucking in here.
     
     Quickly, she grabbed a bathrobe out of the closet and
handed it to Jane.  "Put this on."
     
     "You don't like my body," Jane pouted.  "You used to
like it.  You used to suck my titties like you wanted to
swallow them."
     
     I do, Laura thought, unable to keep herself from
glancing down at the hard, pear-shaped beauties, and Jane's
large, shiny black nipples.  "I love your body," Laura said.
     
     Slowly Jane pulled on the robe, doing it clearly out of
deference to Laura's wishes.  She pointed to the wet spots
on the sheets.  "Are you sure there was only one dude here?
He kind of like the fire department, right?  One guy left
all this wet?"
     
     Laura smiled noncommittally.  "Come into the living
room with me."
     
     "Right, we better do it in there.  Not so wet."
     
     Laura drew her to the sofa, which faced the window that
had a gorgeous view of the city lights.  "We have to talk,
Jane.  You want a soda or something?"
     
     "You could give me a half glass of wine.  My Mama lets
me drink it sometimes.  Special occasions, you know."
     
     "Haven't I corrupted you enough?" Laura grinned wryly.
     
     "Not enough for me," Jane said.  "I still think we
ought to skip the talk and just get straight to the Big
Thing.  I'm pretty horny after that orghee of yours.  Seeing
and smelling your bedroom made it worse."
     
     "If I get you a small glass of wine, promise not to
tell anyone?"
     
     "Cross my heart.  Want to see me cross my heart?" she
asked, eyes flashing mischief.
     
     She pulled the robe open, exposing one exquisitely
beautiful naked breast.  Then she made a playful crossing
with her forefinger over it, brushing the large, gleaming,
black nipple with her fingertip.
     
     "Ooohh," she gasped, "I think that made my nipple a
little excited.  I think it could use a kiss, or a lick."
     
     Laura reached over and pulled the lapel of the robe
shut again.  Then she stood up and went to the kitchen,
pouring them each a small glass of wine.  She returned with
the glasses and sat down at the other end of the small sofa.
     
     "Tell me why you've been spying on me," she said,
straightforwardly, looking Jane directly in the eye, but not
hostile.
     
     Instead of answering, Jane raised her glass, her eyes
defiant.  "Let's have a toast first.  To more orghees.
Maybe you can invite me next time."
     
     "It's pronounced `or-gee,' Jane," Laura said patiently.
She clinked Jane's glass with her own.  "Why have you been
spying on me?"
     
     "It ain't spying.  I get jealous.  I saw that beautiful
sister you were with the other night, the one with the big
boobs and the wild bod.  I didn't know you ever had anybody
that beautiful up here fucking with you.  Made me hella mad
. . . and sort of sad, too."
     
     Without even seeing a sign that Jane would cry, Laura
saw two huge tears roll down Jane's cheeks as she spoke.  Oh
Jane! she thought.
     
     "Why sad?" she asked.
     
     But she knew why.  With competition like Charise, or
Tiffany, or Mavis, Jane felt she was on even ground and
could easily handle them.  They were teenagers like her, and
she knew she was hot, and beautiful.  But Trina was a grown
woman, like her mother, almost the same age, probably, with
a voluptuous figure and plenty of experience.  How could
Jane hope to compete for Laura's affections with such a
stunning woman?
     
     Jane's tears kept coming.  Even though Laura had seen
her cry like this before, and knew Jane was capable of the
cheapest manipulations to get her way (takes one to know
one, she thought, ruefully), she could never stand watching
it, watching her cry.  Jane's beautiful young face was
tragic, wet, her eyes glistening.
     
     "What's her name?" Jane asked through soft, choked
sobs.
     
     "Trina.  Why do you want to know?"
     
     "I don't know," Jane sniffed.  "So's I can hate her, I
guess."
     
     "You don't have to hate her.  She's married.  She has a
kid.  We see each other very rarely."
     
     "What about the little one with the hot booty, and her
boyfriend?  The dude who wet the bedroom."
     
     She smiled fetchingly through her tears.
     
     Laura smiled back warmly.  No matter how much delicious
fucking she did with Tiffany, the girl could never replace
Jane in her heart.
     
     "They don't count when it comes to you," she said.  She
sat her wine glass down on the end table and scooted closer
to Jane.  "Why are you crying?  You know how I love you.
Where's your mother tonight?"
     
     Laura couldn't help this graceless question.  She knew
nothing could keep her hands off Jane now and wanted to know
what risk they were running.
     
     Artlessly, knowing exactly the import of this question,
Jane smiled.  "She went to Reno with Marshall.  They ain't
coming home until tomorrow night."
     
     With one finger, Laura loosened the knot in the sash
holding Jane's robe closed.  Then she untied it altogether
with one more move of her finger.  Her lips were very close
to Jane's wet face.
     
     "I'm going to kiss your tears away," she whispered.
     
     She kissed each smooth, damp cheek, tasting the salty
tears.  She ran the tip of her tongue all over Jane's
sensual lips.
     
     "Laura, I ain't even kissed you yet, and I'm getting
all wet down there," Jane panted.
     
     "Me too."
     
     "We could go upstairs and use Mama's bed.  It ain't all
sploogied out like yours."
     
     "I think it's more romantic to do it here in the
moonlight," Laura said.
     
     "I guess you're right.  It's romantic."  Jane opened
the robe and slipped it off her shoulders.  "I never been
fucked in the moonlight."
     
     "What about your boyfriend?" Laura murmured, kissing
her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders.  "Your mother told me
you had a new boyfriend."
     
     "Guess you could say that."
     
     "Why aren't you with him . . . instead of me?"
     
     "He don't kiss as good as you," Jane grinned.
     
     Now Laura held both of Jane's hard, upswept breasts in
her hands, brushing her large, soft nipples gently with her
thumbs.  At the same time, she was kissing every part of the
girl's body from her shoulders up.  Jane was exquisitely
formed, fresh, dark, smooth, warm, a feast for Laura's lips.
Somehow after the `orghee,' as Jane called it, where even
though there were only three of them, bodies had seemed to
be everywhere, this moment of intimacy in the dark with only
Jane, her body lit up by the faint city lights, was
breathtaking and sweet for Laura.
     
     "What's his name?" Laura breathed as she kissed Jane's
ear, now lightly pinching both of Jane's nipples between her
thumbs and fingertips.  "My turn to be jealous."
     
     "Keeshon Parker.  Ohhhh, Laura, that feels good."
     
     Laura couldn't help but giggle inwardly at this.
Jane's mother had been the one to fume comically about the
names black mothers visited on their children.  That was why
she had named her own daughter Jane, plainest, most vanilla
of names.
     
     By now Laura was kissing her sculptured clavicles, her
smooth upper chest, squeezing the hard, resilient globes of
Jane's breasts more urgently.  "I'll bet Keeshon loves this
body," she whispered, dropping her lips to one large, puffy,
obsidian-black nipple.
     
     "He just want to fuck it," Jane panted, watching Laura
lick her nipple sensually, then suck it into her mouth.
"Unhhh!  Oh . . . yes, Laura."
     
     "Mmmm, I want to fuck it too."
     
     She held Jane's breast in both hands and bathed her
large nipple with warm saliva, licking and lip-pinching it
until Jane was gasping, her eyes rolling up.
     
     "He don't even want to wear a rubber," Jane panted.
     
     "Men are such beasts," Laura said, deadpan.
     
     "Right," Jane half-giggled, then gasped as Laura sucked
her whole nipple deep into her mouth again.  "Oh!"
     
     Laura tried not to feel it, but she knew she now had
competition.  It didn't sound like Jane was too wild about
Keeshon, but Laura did want to make sure the girl knew where
to come for sex that would put him in the shadows.  She
bunched Jane's firm breasts up in her hands and assaulted
Jane's swollen black nipples with her mouth, sucking them
ravenously, letting Jane feel a little teeth, tongue-lashing
them, sucking them hard again.
     
     "I just love your body . . . your breasts," she panted,
slurping and sucking passionately, squeezing them, making
Jane's shiny wet nipples stand up like long black cones from
the balls of her breasts.
     
     "Oh god, Laura . . . I'm gonna come if you keep doing
that!" Jane gasped, writhing in the sofa cushions as Laura
pushed her down onto her back.
     
     "No you're not," Laura murmured to her.  "You're not
going to come until I say so."
     
     "I think you may not be able to stop me," Jane panted,
her face tense with sexual need, her body undulating under
Laura as Laura mouth-mauled her wet, shiny breasts.  "Your
orghee got me all hot already.  Oh!  Oh god, Laura, yes,
suck it hard, like that!  Unhh!  If you lick my pussy, I'll
come!  Please, Laura!  Please!"
     
     Laura was very aroused too, but she wanted to come with
Jane, wanted them to come together.  Earlier with Tiffany
and Damon, they had all climaxed several times, but it had
been, as Jane said, truly nothing but an exciting orgy.
This was deeper, more emotional, the bond between Laura and
Jane stronger.
     
     "I want to come with you," Laura panted into her
lovely, glossy black ear.
     
     "Yes!" Jane gasped.  "Please!  Oh Laura!"
     
     Quickly, Laura slipped out of her clothes.  She was
wearing no underwear, having only quickly pulled on jeans
and a loose jersey to go downstairs.  Naked, she embraced
Jane and they coiled together on the sofa, kissing hungrily,
mewling and whimpering and panting uncontrollably.
     
     "Oh Laura, put your pussy against mine," Jane begged.
"We're both so wet . . . and hot.  I know we can come in a
second."
     
     "Yes," Laura panted.  "Lie back.  Spread your thighs
and hold your pussy open with your hand . . . like this."
     
     Pushing Jane onto her back, Laura slipped one leg under
one of Jane's, holding her own pussy wide open with two
fingers, her groin hovering directly over Jane's.  Both of
them looked down at their swollen, wet pussies, only inches
apart.  Jane, with a quivering hand, spread her cuntlips as
Laura had coached her.
     
     "Now I can rub my clit against yours," Laura panted
softly, delirious with sexual excitement, lowering her pussy
down onto Jane's.
     
     "Anngghh!" Jane groaned as they both felt the hot, wet
meat of their inflamed cunts meld together, a squinchy,
acutely intimate contact unlike any they had ever felt
together before.  "Oh god!"
     
     "Yes, baby!"
     
     Laura wanted to kiss her.  She yearned to kiss her,
longed to hold Jane and fuck her and kiss her and feel their
hot, wet pussies squirming together.  But in this position,
it was impossible.  Instead, she moved her pelvis slowly
back and forth, letting their greasy vulva slide together,
feeling along with Jane the hot waves of sex flow back and
forth between their intimately joined bodies.
     
     The sensations were so intense that both of them nearly
lost control.  Their bodies throbbed in unison, their eyes,
glazed and pulsing with hot need, were locked together,
their breath rough and rapid.  Slowly, Laura gyrated her
pussy into Jane's, watching Jane's face transition from awed
excitement to furious sexual urgency as she began to gyrate
her pelvis back and up into Laura's.
     
     "I'm going to come, Laura.  Do it hard," she said,
almost calmly, then bit her lower lip, her eyes rolling up.
     
     "Yes . . . Jane . . . let me rub your clit with mine,"
Laura panted, maneuvering her hand down between them,
guiding the hard nubbin of her erect clit into Jane's, which
was big and swollen and easy to feel with the back of her
knuckle.
     
     She clenched her teeth against the explosion and rubbed
her pussy very hard against Jane's at this instant, and both
of them, after a few plunging, awkward thrusts, began to
overflow in a big, bursting, flowering orgasm that shook
them at the same moment.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh yes!" Jane gasped.  "Auungghhiiieeee!
Ungghhiieee!"
     
     Their hot, striving bodies tangled together on the
sofa, they writhed and surged together, pumping, coming in
sharp spasms.
     
     "Uhgghhhh!  Oh!" Laura cried out, feeling honey flames
bathe her pussy as warm juices flooded both her and Jane,
making their cunts slipperier than ever as they slid
together.  "Auungghhh!  Oh . . . Jane!"
     
     She fell forward onto Jane, still pumping and
undulating as the sharp, pleasurable spasms wrenched her
body, gasping and panting, whimpering into Jane's shoulder.
Jane kissed her, grabbing Laura's head in both hands and
mashing her hungry, sensual mouth into Laura's, stabbing her
tongue deep into Laura's mouth, still gyrating her cunt up
into Laura, even though now it was only sliding against
Laura's thigh muscle.
     
     But it was a thrilling, intense sexual moment that
neither was willing to let go.  They rubbed their bodies
together, panting, groaning softly, kissing ravenously,
still fucking, still unwilling to stop, churning their hips,
pushing their pussies into each other's skin wherever
possible.  Finally, Laura slid her hand, her fingers still
wet with their mingled cunt juices, back down to Jane's
crotch, slipping two fingers into the warm, flowing channel
of Jane's tight young pussy, fingerfucking Jane rapidly.
     
     Jane went wild.  "Unhh!  Unhh!  Oh . . . harder . . .
oh Laura . . . I'm going do it again!"
     
     "Me . . . too!" Laura gasped as she felt Jane's fingers
slide into her cunt too.  "Ungghh!  Yes!"
     
     With her other hand, Jane managed to grab one of
Laura's dangling breasts and guide Laura's nipple into her
mouth, sucking it savagely.  This was enough to trigger them
both again, and they were suddenly overwhelmed by the
shuddering spasms of a second climax, thrashing and churning
together, whimpering and whinnying helplessly in the sofa
cushions.
     
     Finally, the whirlwind slowly dissipated, leaving them
gasping and entangled, Laura on top of Jane, both barely
able to move.  Then they slowly separated.  Both were still
stunned by the fury of their two shared orgasms.
     
     Jane smiled girlishly up at Laura.  "You never fucked
me like that before.  So wild.  Must've been that orghee of
yours that got you heated up, just like me."
     
     So hot was the sex with Jane that Laura had nearly
forgotten the earlier part of the evening, with Tiffany and
Damon.  Jane was right: they had never fucked in such a hot,
insatiable fury.
     
     "I guess it's just what you do to me, you devil," Laura
teased her, finally pulling her body off the delicious naked
teenager.  "You know, if you help me change the sheets and
the mattress pad, you could spend the night here.  Nobody
will know."
     
     Jane looked agreeably surprised, then made a funny
face.  "You don't want to stop, do you.  You nasty, girl.
You want to keep on fucking, don't you.  I never knew
anybody like you.  Even Keeshon gotta stop after two.  He
can't get it up again."
     
     "Only two?"
     
     "Well . . . maybe more, but we never have time for more
than two.  Even though my Mama encourages it, you know.  She
want me to like dick, not Laura."  She crinkled her nose
playfully.  "I like both, like she does, but I like Laura
best."
     
     Laura went to use the bathroom and get the fresh
sheets.  She came upon Jane, still stark naked, in the
bedroom, holding in her hand the bowed rubber quadruple
dildo, the one with a fake penis for each nether orifice of
each girl, one of Laura's secret treasures.  Jane was
examining it with awe, running her forefinger along each
penis.
     
     "What are you doing with that?" Laura asked, feigning
irritation.
     
     "I was looking for that long rubber dick we did it with
last time . . . and I found this under the bed.  Laura, you
much kinkier than I thought.  Looks like this thingee could
cause some pretty powerful . . ."
     
     Laura snatched it out of her hand before she could
continue.  "Want to find out?" she grinned.
     
     Jane squinted uncomfortably.  She pointed to one of the
appendages that was meant to go up the back track.  "You
ain't ever had more than your little finger up me," she said
softly.  "That thing might hurt."
     
     "I guarantee it won't hurt," Laura said, flatly.  "It
will make you fly to heaven and never want to come back."
     
     Jane burst into a broad grin.  "Bet you're right.  Sure
it don't hurt?"
     
     "I'm sure.  Would I hurt you?  I adore you?"
     
     Jane, smiling, tilted her head from side to side,
overcome by delight.  "We gonna burn this place down," she
said.  "My Mama and Marshall come back, ain't gonna to be
any apartment house left here, only ashes."
     
     Laura flung the perverse toy over on the chair and took
Jane's marvelous naked body in her arms, kissing her
passionately.  At times she wanted to kill the girl, but at
moments like these her lust for Jane seemed to know no
boundaries.  She just wanted to devour and consume her, and
fuck her until fucking was no longer possible.  Good thing
her mother doesn't know, she thought guiltily.
     
     They were both still naked, and this kissing and
passionate rubbing was arousing them both again quickly.
     
     "We gon' be fucking again on your orghee sheets if we
don't stop it and change them," Jane whispered into Laura's
lips.
     
     "It's or-gee, Jane," Laura corrected her as they
stripped the bed.  Laura was trying to keep her eyes off
Jane's marvelous bobbing breasts.  "Say it with me, now.
Or. Gee."
     
     "Or.  Gee.  I got it."  Jane crinkled her nose again.
"Now you and I gon' have our own or-gee.  Right?"
     
     Laura smiled at her.  Jane could be so devious, so
crazy.  She could also be so fetching and girlish and
unaffected.  "We sure are," Laura said calmly.
     
     They finished with the bed, and Laura retrieved their
wine glasses from the living room.  They had fallen into
heated fucking so quickly that they had each barely touched
the wine.  Now they sat on the edge of the bed, laughing and
sipping.  Just two girls having a pajama party . . . without
the pajamas, Laura thought.
     
     "This wine makes me dizzy," Jane said, setting her
glass down on the bedstand.
     
     "You better watch out," Laura teased, "or I might make
a pass at you."
     
     "You mean get me drunk and rape me?" Jane squinted.
     
     "That's what I mean," Laura said, setting down her own
glass.
     
     The wine and looking at Jane's marvelous, young, naked
body had heated up her blood again, and she could feel the
familiar, insistent, prickling urges in her pussy, driving
her to engulf the lovely girl in a flood of passion.
     
     "You gon' fuck me with that weird thing?"
     
     "My darling, we're going to fuck each other with it,"
Laura purred, pushing Jane down on her back and reaching for
the bedstand drawer at the same time with her free hand,
withdrawing the bottle of baby oil that was always there.
     
     "Ooohhh, I'm afraid of you," Jane giggled.  "I think
you mean business."
     
     Laura retrieved the four-pronged dildo from the chair.
Getting the first two prongs into Jane was the dicey part
since Jane's body drove her, Laura, into frenzies of lust,
and lubricating her asshole, getting her hand down in that
incredible paradise of Jane's firm, high, round ass, and
also toying with her exquisite young pussy, all that was
enough to tempt Laura just to devour her on the spot,
flinging the toy aside as too much trouble.
     
     But she got control of herself.  "Lift up that gorgeous
ass so I can put a towel under it," she said.
     
     Jane complied, her eyes growing glassy now, fixed on
Laura's face, then her hands as she unscrewed the cap on the
baby oil bottle.  "You love my black ass, don't you," she
whispered, already panting softly.
     
     "I love it," Laura admitted.
     
     Jane watched Laura spread a film of oil over her
forefinger.  Then she held her breath while Laura slid it
between her round, firm buns, pushing her fingertip against
the tightly-shut little entryway until it yielded and her
finger slid in.
     
     "Unhh!" Jane gasped, eyes watering.  "See, even that
one feels big to me."
     
     "Just give it a minute, darling," Laura reassured her
softly.
     
     She didn't even move her finger, giving Jane time to
absorb the sensations.  Then, after a few seconds, she began
to rotate it slowly.  Meanwhile, as she had known would
happen, Jane's succulent pussy became swollen and puckered,
her long, sinuous cuntlips shiny with nectars, the insides
ruby red and glimmering wetly.  Jane had an extraordinarily
beautiful pussy, and now it was more desirable than ever,
juicy and hot.  It was all Laura could do to restrain
herself from pushing her mouth hungrily into it, tongue-
fucking the girl into wild trajectories of frenzied coming.
     
     "Ohhnnn, Laura . . . that feels good!" Jane finally
moaned softly as Laura began to fuck her lubricated asshole
slowly with her finger.
     
     Laura, finally unable to resist, began to lick Jane's
festering, blossoming pussy while she moved her finger
slowly in and out of Jane's rectum, vowing to herself that
at the slightest hint that Jane was becoming too aroused,
she would stop.  But what about me? she thought.  I'm
getting so aroused myself that I want to rape her.
     
     Jane responded by gyrating her pelvis slowly in rhythm
with Laura's slow, penetrating thrusts.  "Unhhh . . .
unhhh!" she grunted softly, biting her full lower lip.  "Oh
yes!"
     
     Laura quickly realized that this wasn't going to take
as long as she had thought.  Jane was accommodating very
easily to the finger, and when she introduced a second
finger, in spite of a sharp intake of breath, and more
watering of her eyes, Jane bit her lip again and nodded.
     
     "Yes!  Ohhhhh . . . yes!" she gasped to Laura.
     
     Finally, Laura knew she had opened Jane's tight little
rectum enough for it to receive the second dildo.  After
all, it was somewhat smaller-both shorter and less
thick-than the one that went into your pussy, hardly thicker
anyway than Laura's two fingers, though longer.  Working
quickly but smoothly so as not to break the rhythm, she
removed her fingers from Jane's asshole and swathed more
baby oil onto the smaller prong.
     
     Jane watched, both frightened and fascinated by what
Laura was doing, biting her lower lip again as Laura guided
both prongs toward her gaping wet orifices.
     
     "Oh god!" she whimpered, almost inaudibly.
     
     "Steady, baby," Laura soothed her.  "We're going to fly
now . . . both of us."
     
     Slowly, Laura pushed both rubber prongs into Jane's
body, watching them slide in deep.  Jane was impaled on both
of them, and her eyes were streaked by a mixture of
fantastic, intense pleasure and wild excitement as she
stared at Laura, then glanced down at the monstrous toy
protruding from her crotch.  She was speechless, panting
heavily, her lovely, hard young breasts rising and falling,
her big black nipples shiny, puffy, inviting.
     
     "Ungghh . . . oh god, you better hurry, Laura," Jane
gasped.  "Hurry, please."
     
     "Yes!" Laura said, almost unable to speak herself, her
voice paralyzed by sexual excitement.
     
     Laura quickly swabbed the smaller prong on her own side
of the toy with the baby oil to help it slide up into her
ass.  Then, wiping her fingers on the towel, she squatted
over Jane and guided both hard rubber rods up into her own
pussy and her ass, wincing as the smaller prong invaded her
tightly shut rectum.
     
     "Anngghhh!" she groaned, feeling her body crammed by
the two invaders.
     
     She kept pushing down until they were buried in her as
well, and only the curved supporting rubber ridge that ran
between the prongs was still visible between her crotch and
Jane's.  Now she leaned forward, hovering over Jane's supine
body, her own small breasts swishing over Jane's, her
nipples brushing Jane's, which aroused them both to a heated
urgency.  They were in a missionary position with Laura on
top, and Jane, reaching up, embraced her, pulling her down
and kissing her ravenously, wiggling her body so that her
hard breasts moved against Laura's, which were already
mashed into them.
     
     "Fuck me, Laura . . . fuck me with this thing!" she
panted, beginning to churn her hips, gasping as the two
prongs slid in and out of her ass and pussy.  "Fuck me . . .
with this thing!  Unghhh!  Oh shit, it feels so good!  Yes!
Yes!"
     
     Laura kissed her feverishly, peppering Jane's beautiful
face with sensual kisses, squeezing her breasts, pinching
her plump nipples, biting her neck.  "You like me to fuck
you like this?" she teased, grinding her hips forward,
plunging all four prongs deep into their bodies.
     
     "Oh god . . . Laura!  Unghhh!" Jane groaned as the
prongs of the toy skewered her, jabbing her into a hot
frenzy of lust.
     
     They ripped into Laura with equal force, and she
grunted and slumped forward onto Jane's writhing body,
feeling the hard rods pierce her body sharply.
     
     "Annghhh!" she moaned, thrusting, even squealing as she
felt the two dildos sink deep into her body.  "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     And Jane felt them too, squealing back, the two of them
squealing and plunging and thrusting, increasing the tempo
wildly, fucking each other in a heated, delirious frenzy.
Their striving bodies bounced up and down on the bed, making
the springs sigh and squeak.  Jane's fingers clawed Laura's
back, and Laura sucked one of Jane's big, beautiful nipples
sharply, jamming her pelvis forward and down, driving the
four cocks up into them again, viciously, repeatedly.
     
     By now they were really hammering each other, pumping
and moaning.  Jane was young and athletic, with a lean,
muscular body, and she pumped her groin fiercely back up
into Laura's thrusts, gouging her, slamming her, digging her
fingers sharply into Laura's buns as she fucked Laura back,
groaning and panting almost hysterically.  They thrashed
together, moaning and whimpering, until both began to come
in wrenching shocks, powerful spasms that seemed to strike
their surging bodies at nearly the same instant.
     
     "Unnmmnngghiieee!" Laura cried out, whinnying and
squealing as the hard shocks ripped her flesh.  "Oh god . .
. Jane!"
     
     Jane came so hard that the breath was knocked out of
her, the first time Laura had ever seen her so completely
destroyed by an orgasm.  Her muscles locked, her whole
smooth body stiffening as Laura continued to ram her.  Then,
as Jane began to shudder uncontrollably, and a choked,
gargled moan began to escape from deep in her throat as the
full force of her orgasm wrenched her flesh, the bed broke.
     
     Amid their frenzied bouncing, bucking, and pumping, the
bottom of the box spring in one corner had slipped off the
frame, somehow working it loose, and the entire corner of
the bed fell in a loud thud to the floor.  It now sloped
down in the direction their heads were pointing, but not
steeply enough to make them slide there.  Instead, Jane,
locked in the crushing spasms of a deep climax, kept coming
and moaning, while Laura, her own orgasmic waves beginning
to receded, clutched Jane's quivering body to keep her from
slipping down, kissing her and holding her until it was
over.
     
     "Oh Jane . . . oh Jane," Laura purred to her, running
her hands all over Jane's delicious naked body as the girl
began to surface from a horrific rapture.  "You are so
beautiful when you come."
     
     Jane shook her head slightly from side to side, as if
to clear the cobwebs.  "Did we break your bed?" she croaked
in astonishment, looking around, feeling herself being
pulled down by gravity toward one corner, Laura with her.
     
     Grinning sheepishly as she carefully disengaged the
perverse little fuck-toy from their bodies and wiped the
prongs dry with a towel, Laura shrugged.
     
     "We got pretty excited there for a minute," she said.
     
     "You call that pretty excited?" Jane's eyes widened
comically.   "I'd say it was closer to the end of the
universe.  Shit.  Didn't even know people could come like
that.  Anybody.  Especially me.  All because of that little
weird thing?"
     
     She pointed to the quadruple dildo, which Laura still
held in her hand.  Laura smiled warmly.
     
     "Does that mean you liked it?"
     
     Jane raised one eyebrow salaciously.  "I'll help you
fix the bed if we can do it again."
     
     They both clambered off the bed awkwardly, surveying
the damage.  "I don't know if we can," Laura said.  "It's
pretty heavy."
     
     "I should call Keeshon," Jane said idly.  "He work for
a bed company."
     
     "Really?"
     
     "Yeah.  That's what he do.  Deliver beds.  They put
them together for people, then take the old ones away.  He
do this fifteen times a day."
     
     Deliberately, Laura let her eyes roam up and down
Jane's enchanting naked body.  "How do you think he'll feel
seeing us like this?" she smiled.  "Think he'll be able to
figure out how we broke the bed?"
     
     Jane frowned.  "Forgot about that.  He wouldn't like
it.  He ain't like that dude you had here for your orghee.
Excuse me . . . or-gee."  She squinted playfully at Laura.
"You didn't break no bed with those two," she said pointedly
to Laura.
     
     Laura shook her head slowly in acknowledgement.  "Sure
didn't.  It took a space rocket like you to do it."
     
     Jane gave her an exaggerated, playful sneer.  "Nobody
ever fucked me that hard, either," she said.  "No wonder it
broke.  You oughta be arrested.  Both my holes down there be
burning."
     
     "I thought you wanted to fix the bed and do it again."
     
     A beautiful smile spread across Jane's face.  "I'm your
girl.  You lift, and I'll push the frame back into place."
     
     Together they tried to lift and push and maneuver the
box spring and the bed frame, but it was too heavy for
either of them.  They had to give up.
     
     "I guess we could go upstairs and sleep in my bed,"
Jane suggested.
     
     "Sleep?" Laura asked wryly.
     
     "You know what I mean.  Or sleep in Mama's bed.  But
she could smell us, probably."
     
     "I wouldn't feel very comfortable sleeping naked with
you in your mother's apartment," Laura said.
     
     "Why don't you just pull a blanket off this bed and we
can sleep in there on your sofa," Jane said, tilting her
head in the direction of the living room.  "You know, where
we started," she laughed.  "If we stayed there, we wouldn't
have broke your bed."
     
     Laura nodded in agreement.  "Sounds like a plan.  It's
a big sofa."
     
     Now Jane came closer to her again, kissing Laura's
naked shoulder, cupping one of Laura's breasts in her hand,
rubbing her finger over Laura's soft nipple.  "Anyway, we
ain't gon' do much sleeping, I bet," she whispered.
     
     They did sleep through the night on Laura's sofa, but
only after a very lengthy, sweet, and intense third round of
patient and sensual fucking.  Jane, so wild, jealous, and
fiery, so sensual and daringly sexual, could also be-the
other side of her personality-improbably sweet, intimate,
affectionate, and soft.  Laura realized that this mixture
was a narcotic to her, and this was why Jane was so
irresistible, in addition to her killer body.
     
     Still, by morning Laura felt depleted.  She couldn't
remember how many climaxes she had had starting with Tiffany
and Damon, ending with a final morning orgasm shared with
Jane, who had three herself.  Jane had to get to school, and
Laura to work, and so by 8 a.m. Laura was sitting at her
desk at work, trying to figure out how she would get her bed
repaired.
     
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