Chapter 207

 The following day, Kendra called Laura at work.
"Girlfriend, we've got to have a talk."

"You didn't have to call me at work," Laura said,
defensive.

     Oh god, either she found out about me and
Jane again, or she was home last night when
Sholandra and Danny and I were fucking and making
all that noise!

     "Look," Kendra lowered her voice
conspiratorially. "You know I'm your friend,
Laura . . . except when you be messing around
with my teenage daughter."

     Oh god, Laura thought.  What's coming?
Laura and Jane had nearly gone up in flames of
wild fucking at least six times since Kendra had
caught them together.  But they had been more
careful.  She doesn't know, does she? Laura
wondered.

 "But last night, girl, you went over the top."
                        
     "I'm . . . sorry."  Laura tried to sound
contrite.  We fucked ourselves silly, didn't we?
she wanted to giggle.

     "I don't know whether you are because you

keep doing it."

     "I'll stop."

     "Let's talk about it when you get home,

     after work." "Okay."

     Kendra, expert eavesdropper, knew when Laura
arrived home.  Minutes later, there was a knock
on her door.  Laura hadn't see her for weeks.
Kendra was shockingly gorgeous, her red-gold hair
cut in delicious bangs, her hard-muscled body
concealed very little by a bright green mini-
skirt and a tight blouse that her breasts were
trying to push their way out of.


     "God, you look stunning," Laura said.


     "We ain't here to talk about me, girl.  You
been getting worse.  I'm not so worried about me,
but Jane gets real carried away when we hear you
guys screaming down here."


     Laura let her in and closed the door.  "I
thought you were moving anyway."


     Kendra looked flabbergasted.  "What if I
was?  You
still gonna have somebody upstairs living in that
apartment. Last night sounded like an orgy.  I
was almost sorry not to be down here myself.  And
then I saw that little pepper pot sister I've
seen here before, and her white boyfriend, when
they were leaving.  He's a dream boat.  I can see
why you two were squealing and carrying on.  He
must've plugged the two of you good.  I'm glad
Jane wasn't home."

     Laura felt like a schoolgirl who had been
naughty.  She
even hung her head.  "It sort of got out of
hand," she said softly.

     She couldn't take her eyes off Kendra.  Her
svelte, supple, hard, glossy body was so
desirable that Laura had to look away.  I forgot
how stunning she is.  She remembered the two of
them fucking with Marshall.  She remembered being
fucked by Kendra's thigh, after Kendra had said
it would be
an honor for her thigh to go where Brandi
Pearson's thigh had been.  And Laura had erupted
in exultant, scorching orgasms.

     "I love your bangs," she said, shyly.

     "Quit trying to change the subject," Kendra
cracked. "You always love my bangs.  You love
every bit of my pretty body."

     "God, you're sure right there."

 "I think you need counseling, Laura.  You are a
                       sex
addict.  You're out of control."

     "Takes one to know one," Laura taunted.

Kendra rolled her eyes at the ceiling.  "It was a
                       bad
day for you when that deaf old lady upstairs
died," she
said.  "She couldn't hear you screeching like a
sick cat down here day in and day out.  You
gotta start visiting these sisters over at their
own apartments, girl.  Make their neighbors
envious, not yours."

     "Are you envious?"

     Kendra winked.  "Damn right I am."  She
reached out and caressed Laura's cheek with one
finger.  "I know how tasty that pretty pink
pussy of yours is."

     "Want to taste it?  Where's Jane?"

  "Actually, Jane has a boyfriend.  I know that
                      must
break your heart."

     Laura showed no emotion, although she felt
jealousy burning in her stomach.   "You don't
have to be sarcastic," she said, calmly.

 "I packed her right down to the clinic and got
                     her on
the pill, pronto.  She's probably drenched in
teenage sploojie this minute, getting friendly
with Mr. Young Penis."

     "Sploojie?"

     "You know . . . jizz.  She be getting a
proper education.  No lesbians allowed.  I can
forgive myself for a little dalliance with you
now and then, because I'm really just a
shameless little fuck pig when it comes to cock.
But I ain't getting that girl started in the
wrong direction, even though you tried."

     Laura brushed this aside.  "Didn't you tell
her to make sure he wears a rubber?"

     "You know kids.  He ain't gonna wear it.  I
told her not to get it in her mouth, and to wash
up afterwards.  It works.  I been doing it for
years."

 Laura's emotions were now in turmoil.  She was
                     deeply
fond of  Jane and didn't want Kendra to know.
She also remembered Jane telling her, Laura, how
much guys disgusted her, and how she would
rather do it with Laura.  Jane was an
enthusiastic lesbian when she was with Laura, no
matter how she might feel when away from her.
And Laura treasured the moments, no matter how
volatile they had been, that she had spent with
Jane.

  She was jealous, as Kendra could see, of Jane
                      being
with a guy, or anyone else, for that matter.
And she was worried about disease.  I stick my
tongue into that wonderful pussy, she thought,
feeling a pang.

 "Maybe you've been lucky," Laura said, dourly.
                        
   Kendra's smile sparkled.  "You can say that
                     again."
                        
 "Look, you can do me a favor and rub some aloe
                      vera
into my back."

     After Earlene had used it, Laura had bought
some lotion for herself.  The only trouble was
figuring out how to rub it into her own back.
She retrieved it from the bathroom.

 "I'm always happy to touch your beautiful body,
                       you
know that, Laura," Kendra purred.

"Just a brief back rub," Laura said.  "You don't
                      have
to swerve from your ostentatiously heterosexual
ways and your dear deep love for Mr. Huge
Fucking Penis."

     "My, aren't we snooty?" Kendra said calmly
as she opened the bottle.  "Miss Snooty gon'
have to take off her shirt if I'm supposed to
rub this in her back."

     Laura pulled her blouse over her head,
shaking her hair loose, glaring at Kendra,
wanting to rape her at the same time.  The
sexual temperature was shooting up
uncontrollably.

     "Bra too," Kendra smiled with fake
sweetness.

 "You just want to see my boobs," Laura smiled.
                        
Kendra nodded.  "Seen `em before.  They're worth
looking at."

  Laura unfastened her bra, knowing how sexy it
                     was for
her to watch another do it, and realizing that
Kendra was getting the same charge watching her.
She did it slowly. Then she lifted her hair and
turned her naked back to Kendra.

     "Did that little pepper pot tart do this to
you?" Kendra asked, running her fingers over the
scratches, which now were nearly healed.  "No,
guess not.  They don't look fresh.  Unless she
did them last week."

 "Somebody else," Laura said, almost inaudibly.
                        
     Kendra rubbed the lotion into Laura's back
in soft, gentle swirls.  "You got some nasty,
hot little friends, Laura.  One thing I got to
say for Mr. Penis.  He don't ever scratch.
Might ram, and spear, and occasionally bite.
But
he don't scratch and tear your precious body."

     Now the aloe vera lotion was rubbed into
Laura's skin, and Kendra began to kiss the
nearly-healed wounds.  This was wildly erotic to
them both.  Kendra's lips finally reached the
nape of her neck, and Laura was so aroused that
she could barely hold her hair up any longer.

 "On the other hand," Kendra murmured, "I ain't
                      ever
known a guy who had a back like this one."  Her
arms encircled Laura from behind.  Her hands
closed over Laura's naked breasts.  "And none of
them have these."

     "Kendra . . . you're seducing me," Laura
breathed, looking down at Kendra's dark, slender
fingers clasping the creamy globes of her small,
perfect breasts.

     "You the one who took off her shirt."

     "Can I take off yours too?"

     She turned, and their mouths met hungrily.
Kendra always wore thin clothing to show off her
sleek, hard body to best advantage, and Laura
got her hands under the flimsy jersey quickly,
pushing up the cups of Kendra's bra and closing
her hands over her marvelous round breasts, as
firm as half-ripe fruit.  Until she had slept
with Deshona, Laura had compared these breasts
only to Alison's as the most perfectly round she
had ever seen, but now there were three. This
thought gave her another pang as she realized
she was betraying Deshona left and right, with
every beautiful young woman she could persuade
to lie down with her.

     She and Kendra continued kissing ravenously
while they both helped Kendra out of her shirt
and bra.  Laura kissed her warm black neck, her
ear, biting her earlobe, pinching one thick
black nipple with her fingers, making Kendra
suck in her breath quickly.

     "Ooohhh . . . you like that," Laura
breathed into her ear.  "You know, we don't have
anybody to interfere.  Just you and me.  We can
get kinky."

  Kendra shivered.  She giggled softly.  "Girl,
                     you are
the nastiest most wonderful girlfriend I ever
had."

     "Let's go in the bedroom.  Jane's not home?
I'm going to make you scream."

     "You better skip the bedroom . . . I don't
think I'm gonna make it that far," Kendra
panted, clearly as aroused as Laura was.

    Laura filled her hands with Kendra's hard
                    breasts,
pushing her back against the rear of the sofa.
"God, they're so firm.  I forgot how hard you
are.  You must've been working out extra."

     "There's a guy I like at the gym.  One of
the trainers. He's a white guy, too.  I ain't
had more than three or four white guys in my
life.  Usually don't go for them.  But he's
something.  He fucked me right on the floor pads
in the weight room, one night about midnight.
No one there but us. Honey, it rang my bell for
sure."

     "You came?"

   "Silly girl.  I always come.  I came twice
                    before he
was finished, that's how excited I was."

     As usual, this was enough to light Laura's
competitive fires.  She hated to hear that a man
had been able to satisfy the object of her own
lust, even Kendra, who was admittedly partial to
cock, though she made an exception for Laura.  I
can make you come five times before I'm
finished, Laura thought, beginning to work her
magic on Kendra's naked breasts.

     Kendra had complained to Laura before that
men loved her breasts but disregarded them in
their rush to fuck her wonderful pussy.  Laura
never made that mistake.  She now curled her
tongue around each of Kendra' wide, dark
nipples, flicking the center, erect stubs
rapidly with the tip of it, pinching the
stippled areolas, then sucking each one hard,
pinching it between her tongue and the roof of
her mouth, until Kendra was moaning and biting
her lower lip.

     "Oh god, that feels good," she gasped.  "I
love the way you do that.  Suck it hard, Laura,
yes!  Unhhhh!  Oh god, you making me so wet!"


  "I'm going to ring your bells louder than he
                      did,"
Laura said, half-threateningly.

     "I . . . believe you are," Kendra panted.

     Still pinching and twisting Kendra's wet,
stiff nipples with her fingers, Laura slid down.
She kissed Kendra's phenomenal flat, hard
midriff, loving the sleek warm skin and taut
muscles.  Reluctantly, she dropped her hands
from Kendra's breasts to her mini-skirt, quickly
unzipping it and pulling it off.

     Under it Kendra wore a gauzy, pale ivory
thong, which concealed almost nothing but was
wildly sexy.  "God, I don't know why men don't
rape you when they see this," Laura said
admiringly.

 "They do.  If they get this far, I don't care."
                        
     Laura smiled as she peeled the flimsy thing
off Kendra's spectacular body and down her
shapely, hard-muscled legs.  Kendra's pussy was
indeed wet, and open, and red inside, an
inviting, inflamed slit, ready for whatever
Laura planned.  And Laura planned to make her
come unbelievably, not like the stud trainer,
who had rammed her lovely pussy into two quick,
fiery climaxes, but instead by the use of her
tongue alone.

      She knew she could bring Kendra to an
                  excruciating
seizure of coming without even using her
fingers.    She began by licking the oozing
flower from top to bottom and back again,
running her tongue slowly around the edges of
Kendra's swollen vagina, and slipping the tip of
it into the creases between the inner and outer
lips.

   "Oh god!" Kendra gasped in a small, choked
                   voice, her
hips quivering.

 Her fingers bit into the glossy, hard flesh of
                       her
thighs, her muscles clenching as Laura tongue-
teased her
aching pussy with painstaking skill.  Like
Laura, Kendra was a quick comer; but even though
they were both very aroused, the tongue took
longer than the hammering cock to bring on an
orgasm, and Laura was an expert at drawing it
out.  In about four minutes, Kendra was
completely at her mercy.

     Trembling, whimpering, she churned her
pelvis, pushing her runny pussy up into Laura's
mouth, now squeezing her breasts, pinching her
nipples, craving a wild finish that she knew was
coming but couldn't speed up.  Laura had only
touched her taut, bulging little clit three or
four time with her tongue, just teasing it
enough to bring shudders and groans from Kendra,
who glowered down at her with a mixture of awe
and terrible need.

     And Laura's eyes held hers through most of
the sweet ordeal.  She loved to watch the
torment on Kendra's face as her tongue slid deep
into the tangy wet folds of Kendra's pussy and
then slid back out again, deliberately gliding
across the pulsing berry of the girl's distended
clit.

     "Ohhnnnn!" Kendra moaned, throwing her head
back, her body trembling on the edge of a sharp
climax.  "Ohhhhh . . . let me come, you bitch!"
she panted.

  "Mmmm, I'll bet he didn't do this to you, did
                      he,"
Laura murmured.  "Did he make you feel this
good?"

     Kendra could do nothing but mewl helplessly
and roll her eyes.  She was literally dying to
come.  Laura loved reducing her to this helpless
state, and now she consented to finish her off,
knowing it would be a very intense explosion.


     "Oh . . . you want to come, don't you baby
. . . want to come?  Are we going to come hard?
Are we going to scream and cry?  Oh yes . . . oh
Kendra, oh girl yes, I love your pussy, and now
it's going to come so hard."

     Still forbearing to use her fingers, Laura
stabbed her tongue deep into Kendra's pussy
repeatedly, stroking her excited clit with it on
the way out.  Then with her thumbs she pulled
the cuntlips apart at the top, also pulling up
on the black hood that partially covered
Kendra's swollen clit, and jabbed the hard
little berry mercilessly with her tongue too.
This had the desired effect.

     Kendra finally came in such a thrilling
convulsion that it knocked the breath out of
her.  Her beautiful muscular body, glowing with
a fine film of sweat that Laura had caused by
this protracted, agonizing build-up to the
crushing finish, quaked and shook as two or
three shattering waves of intense ecstacy struck
her.

 She was so strong that her squirming, thrashing
                      body
rocked Laura's sofa, and Laura feared that for
once their noise would be heard downstairs
instead of upstairs.  And then her voice
returned, first in low, hoarse groans, then loud
cries as Laura kept tonguing her pussy and
causing fresh spasms.

     "Ungghhh!  Oh!  Aunngghiiieeee!" she cried
out, coming again now that Laura had introduced
two fingers into the squinchy channel and was
probing for the secret nerve.

 She found it easily.  Kendra, a look of genuine
                      panic
on her face as she realized how out of control
she was, or how much in Laura's control she was,
froze and then almost as quickly came again, a
choking, throttling orgasm even more powerful
than the first two, and only a prelude to the
two more that totally engulfed her flexing,
buckling body in the next minute.

     By this time, Laura was fucking her harder.
She was no longer eating her pussy but had moved
up, pressing Kendra back against the sofa,
squeezing Kendra's breasts with her free hand
and sucking her nipples ravenously while her
other hand rooted and probed in Kendra's pussy.

     "Aunghhh!  Oh . . . oh Laura!  Oh god yes .
. . oh Laura!" she gasped over and over, between
fierce shocks of continuing orgasms.
"Auungghhhhnniieee!"

     It didn't last long but seemed to last
forever. Finally, the string reached an end.
Kendra slumped.  Laura withdrew her fingers,
gently pulling Kendra onto her side, kissing her
tenderly.  Kendra was still moaning softly.
Laura had counted six orgasms.  She wondered if
she had ever made Kendra come that much, at
least right in a row.

     She nuzzled her neck lovingly, surprised-
and pleased-at how long it took Kendra to
recover her senses.  Boy, it really gave her a
thrill, she realized.

     "I guess I did better than he did, right?"
she murmured into Kendra's neck.

     "Laura, you could be arrested for fucking
somebody like that," Kendra gasped.  "I think my
heart is still trying to explode.  Here, feel."

  She took Laura's hand and placed it under her
                      left
breast.  Her heart was still thundering, though
finally slowing.  Laura, never satisfied, cupped
the beautiful round breast and kissed Kendra's
nipple tenderly.

     "Better watch out," she murmured.  "I might
make you do it again."

     Kendra grinned.  "I think I might be able
to make it to the bed now.  Want to try?"

     Laura stood and helped her off the sofa.
They embraced, standing up, kissing emotionally,
running their eager hands all over each other.

     "I see six orgasms wasn't enough for you,"
Laura teased her.

 "I thought you said we were gonna get kinky.  I
                      might
be able to have six more."

     In the bedroom, Laura pulled off the covers
of the bed and they lay in the middle, swarming
all over each other, as if the flaming episode
on the sofa had not even happened. This woman is
just as much a sex fiend as I am, Laura thought.
How can she be so horny after six orgasms?

 Kendra pushed Laura onto her back and began to
                     devour
Laura's body.  "I want to fuck you, Laura," she
panted, kissing Laura's naked flesh everywhere.
"You know, with a
guy I don't have to make him come, he just comes
anyway, driving into my pussy.  But with you, I
can make you come myself.  I love doing it,
making you come."

     "Darling, you are very close to
succeeding," Laura panted, squirming and panting
herself.  "Oh!  Yes . . . right there!  Like
that!  Oh god . . . Kendra, I'm going to come!"

     Kendra's tongue lashed Laura's wet,
throbbing pussy, tickling her clit until Laura
was writhing with unbearable urgency, quivering
on the verge of a huge climax.  But suddenly
Kendra stopped, then slid up Laura's undulating
body to kiss her, still groping, pinching
Laura's nipples as they kissed.

   "I want to fuck you with my thigh," Kendra
                     panted.
"Give you the Brandi treatment."

     "God, yes!" Laura gasped.  "Please!
Hurry!"

     Laura didn't want to mention to Kendra that
she had recently renewed her bond with Brandi in
a hotel room and been fucked again into blissful
oblivion by the Olympian thigh.  The two
experiences were different anyway since Kendra's
thighs, while muscular, didn't come near to the
huge, glossy, black pile-drivers that Brandi had
built into championship condition.  Being fucked-
raped was more like it-by Brandi's thigh made
you wonder if you were going to survive, whereas
Kendra's were lean and hard and not as massive,
not so hugely bulky with muscle.  The one time
they had done it this way had sent them both to
ninth heaven, but Laura had not fainted; she had
only come in violent bursts.

     They both grew solemn, staring down as
Kendra straddled one of Laura's thighs and
brought one of her beautiful, shiny thighs up
into Laura's crotch.  The smooth muscle rippled,
sleek and supple, hard as Kendra flexed it.
Laura reached down with both hands and pulled
her cuntlips wide open, exposing the hot, juicy
trench.

     Both remembered what a crushing experience
it had been last time they had done this.
Kendra looked deep into Laura's eyes, and they
knew they were ready for a repeat performance.

     "Fuck me, baby," Laura said, forming the
words with her lips, barely giving voice to
them.  "Fuck me hard."

     Kendra's thigh was like the smooth,
cylindrical surface of a steel piston as she
lowered it into the splayed, fiery, inflamed,
wet meat of Laura's vulnerable pussy.  Both of
them froze momentarily as the sensations of the
meeting of muscle with exposed cunt flesh spread
through their bodies. Then Kendra began to move
her thigh.

     "Unhhhhh!" Laura gasped, feeling hot
squirts of sexual electricity flood her groin.
"Oh god!"

  "Hold on, honey," Kendra panted.  "It's gonna
                       get
better."

     "God . . . it can't get any better!" Laura
wailed.  "Do it hard!  Unghh!"

     Kendra, knowing that Laura had almost come
only seconds
ago, before she moved her thigh up this way, was
aware that a climax was close.  Laura, though
crazed by hot, urgent lust, also repeated what
she had done last time by grabbing
Kendra's luscious, swaying breasts.  Brandi had
small to nonexistent breasts, but Kendra had big
beautiful ones, and Laura fed one plump, black
nipple into her mouth and sucked it so hard that
Kendra herself began to pump her own pussy
frantically against Laura's thigh too.

     "Oh god, baby, we both gonna come," she
panted as they again made the bed start jingling
and rocking.

     Kendra's thigh wasn't the huge, bulky, iron
monster
that Brandi's was, but the sharp ridge of muscle
on top of it slid up and down like a steel bar in
the splayed, warm, wet furrow of Laura's
throbbing cunt.  And if anything, they fucked
more wildly than they had the first time they had
done this, surging together, whinnying and
groaning. Kendra's hard thigh crunched into
Laura's aching wet slit, mashing her cuntlips
and pulverizing her pulsing clit, pumping,
pushing, ramming Laura.

     "Unhh!  Ongghh!  Ungghh!  Oh Jesus . . . oh
shit ungghhh!" she groaned as Kendra's leg raped
her vulnerable wet trench.

     And Kendra was equally aroused by Laura's
thigh rearing up into her wet pussy, and by
Laura hungrily devouring and sharply squeezing
her dangling breasts.  She clamped her own
thighs around Laura's and jammed her pussy down
into Laura's thigh muscle, at the same time
crunching Laura's pussy again with her own
fiercely hard leg.  And suddenly both of them
spilled over in hot, volcanic rivers of coming.

     Knowing Jane was not upstairs to hear them,
they did not restrain their cries, and they
simply dissolved into a molten fuckstorm of
ecstacy, writhing and moaning as if their bodies
were melting together in a hot whirlwind of
wrenching orgasms.  Laura had two of them, so
fierce she wondered if they were going to stop
her heart.  Her body seized up in a ferocious
first spasm, then collapsed in aftershocks, only
to clench again as a second orgasm followed the
first, throttling her and leaving her limp under
Kendra, who was still shuddering mildly as her
own climax faded.

     Finally, they peeled their bodies apart,
sticky from the sweat of very hot and athletic
fucking.  Stunned, as she knew Laura was too,
Kendra blinked and shook her head in amazement.

     "I think we can leave the kinky stuff till
next time," she gasped softly.  "Don't know if
I'm up to it after that."

     Laura gave her a kittenish grin.  "You
don't think that was kinky?  I think girl-girl
thigh-fucking can get you twenty years in some
states."

     Kendra reached down dramatically and
tenderly rubbed her pussy.  "I can see why.  It
might take you twenty years to recover from
that."

   "You mean I pumped you harder than he did?"
                      Laura
winked.

     "Honey, you more like mashed my poor little
black pussy
to a pulp.  And I have a pretty pussy.  Least
ways I did have."

     "Want me to tell you if it's still
pretty?"

     Kendra gave her a half-smile.  "Girl, you
are worse than I am.  How can you still want to
fuck after that?"

     Laura pulled her down into the rumpled
sheets again. "Jane's not home.  Remember?  We
can fuck all night."

     But Kendra shook her head.  "Got a date
with Marshall. In about a half an hour, too."

     Laura pouted playfully.  "And you're
wondering how I can still want to fuck.  I
guess my dick isn't big enough."

     She reached under the bed and pulled out
the huge double dildo that she had recently
been using with Charise, dangling it in front
of Kendra's eyes.  Kendra smiled, devilishly.

     "Next time," she said.  "Kinky girl.  Now
let me get dressed."  At the door, she kissed
Laura.  "Any time you want a back rub, you let
me know.  I'll send Jane over to her
boyfriend's."