       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 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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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2009.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



