       Laura - Chapter 347
       
       
       
       
       
       
       Laura sat with Sammie in her lap, in Frankie’s new apartment in the Golden Gateway.  Sammie was no longer a kitten but a long, beautiful tabby with a rich gold-flecked coat and a loud motorboat purr.  She rubbed sensually against Laura’s hands and wrists, demanding caresses.
       
       “I think she gets very lonely here in the days, sometimes in the nights too, without anybody to keep her company,” Frankie said, looking at them.  “Cats need love.”
       
       “Just like people.”  Laura couldn’t help thinking of Nyomi, who had recently broken her promise to herself not to confess her true feelings for Laura.  Nyomi, who seemed so self-possessed, so in command.  Suddenly reduced to tears by the prospect of moving, blurting out how much she loved Laura.
       
       “It was okay in the house in Fremont, because it was so big she had plenty of places to hide out, and sleep.  But here . . . it’s much smaller.”
       
       “But you can walk to work.”
       
       “I know.  I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about her.  I . . .”  Frankie finally broached the subject she had been avoiding, sidling up to.  “I wish you could take her . . . you know, like, over to be with your cats.  Then she could be part of a family.”
       
       “You’re her family.”
       
       “You know what I mean.  Anyway, you are too.  You knew her from the very beginning.  She loves you.”
       
       Laura smiled.  “Cats love who feeds them.  And rubs their jaws, like I’m doing now.”  But she did consider it.  Sammie was clearly starved for love.  Like Nyomi.  At least she could rescue one of them.  It would be fairly easy to explain to Makeeda, who also loved cats.  “Maybe . . .” she said.
       
       Frankie laughed, visibly relieved.  “Oh . . . good!  How soon can you take her?”
       
       “Whoa!  Let’s not jump the gun.  Maybe I should check with Makeeda first.”  Though she knew checking was unnecessary.
       
       As others of Laura’s girls frequently did, Frankie wilted a little at the mention of Makeeda’s name.  Like Nyomi, she had in the past mourned aloud that she had not met Laura first.  On the other hand, she would never come out with an ‘I hate that bitch’ remark, as Nyomi would and did.  Frankie too was absorbed by her career, though ambivalent about it, and wasn’t the type to begrudge another her deep, committed love relationship, even if it meant she herself lost out a little.
       
       Laura regretted having mentioned Makeeda.  She grabbed Frankie as she passed by and pulled her close, kissing her phenomenally smooth black cheek.  “Come here and get some loving.  It feels like I haven’t held you like this for ages.  I can’t get enough of your incredibly smooth skin against my lips.”
       
       Frankie giggled and wriggled free.  “You are so romantic.  If only men were like you.  I might like them better.”
       
       She was still wearing her business suit, though this time not the severely pinstriped charcoal one she usually wore but instead a softer beige one, accented by a deep red scarf.  She actually looked a little more now like her twin sister Regina, whom Laura had met (and luckily, after a little effort, bedded) in Denver, and who dressed with exaggerated flare and panache.  Frankie, on the other hand, was terribly concerned to show herself as a completely serious and non-sexual young lawyer on the way up.  Already, as she had confessed to Laura, one of the partners at her law firm was trying to fuck her, making her squirm at transparently sexual remarks, and she was deeply troubled by it and wondered if she had chosen the right profession.
       
       Laura did not let her escape and pulled her back, though this minor tussling was enough to send Sammie leaping off Laura’s lap to the floor.  Cats do not like to share.  “Let me kiss you.  Don’t run away.”
       
       “Just a quick one,” Frankie grinned.  “I have a surprise for you.”
       
       Laura barely heard her as she buried her face in Frankie’s lovely black neck.  “You know,” she nuzzled and kissed and sucked it, “I have had a few black girls in my life and I never knew one who had skin any silkier than yours.  It’s a miracle.”
       
       “Oh, Laura loves us darkies,” Frankie sighed theatrically.  “She just can’t get enough of that ole Sambo slurpin’.”
       
       Laura pinched her under the arm.  “Take this monstrosity of a suit off so I can kiss you all over this beautiful body.”
       
       Frankie laughed and squirmed free again.  “Let me go . . . you . . . sex maniac!  You’re scaring Sammie.”
       
       “I am not.  She loves it when we fuck.  She gets right in the middle.”
       
       This was true.  Whereas at first Sammie had been terrified by their apparently fierce sexual struggles and groaning, she had quickly become used to it and now frequently had to be deliberately extracted from the pile and sometimes even locked out of the room before they could continue.  It was definitely not sharing, though; more a feline determination to be a part of this heated, animalistic mingling that was taking place on the bed.
       
       “I want your body,” Laura panted, kissing and groping her.  “We’ll lock Sammie out and I will fuck your ears off.”
       
       “Not yet you won’t,” Frankie laughed, wriggling free again and standing up from the sofa.  “I told you, I have a surprise.”
       
       Laura pouted.  “Okay.  Go put it on and come back and surprise me.  And then can we fuck?”
       
       “It’s not something to wear,” Frankie said, acting coy.  “Gina is here.  She’s out shopping.”  She looked at her watch.  “She should be back any minute, in fact.”
       
       “Here?”
       
       “Just for a couple of days.  She has an interview, down on the Peninsula.  She’s staying here.”
       
       Laura’s expression changed completely.  She realized something was afoot.  “Does she know I’ll be here when she comes back?”
       
       Frankie gave her a very devilish grin and shook her head.
       
       “You know, I only spent a few hours with her in Denver—”
       
       “—licking her pretty black pussy,” Frankie interjected with a droll smile.
       
       Laura blushed a little but barged on ahead.  “Be that as it may, I don’t think she’ll be too pleased when she sees me sitting here.  I think she might believe you have a secret agenda.”
       
       “Now don’t start trying to talk me out of it,” Frankie protested.  “It was hard enough for me to accept that I might end up licking my own sister’s pretty black pussy too.”  She made a funny face.  “Gina loves The Dick.  You and I both know that.  Also, she has a very nasty tongue and a sharp way of expressing herself.”
       
       “To put it mildly.”
       
       “I’m counting on you to support me.  Maybe to turn on those formidable seductive skills of yours.  The ones that got us both into bed with you.”
       
       Laura was flabbergasted.  “You do have a secret agenda.”
       
       Frankie smiled a mischievous smile.  “Are you saying you want to leave?  Before she gets back?  Flee the possibilities?”
       
       “We both know your sister,” Laura said.  “To my mind the possibilities are just about nil.  Don’t you think?”
       
       “Well . . .” Frankie mused.  “Probably.  But it can’t hurt to try.”  She came back to Laura on the sofa and leaned down and kissed her, running her long, sensual tongue all over Laura’s mouth and lips.  Her voice was suddenly low and husky.  “Wouldn’t you like to be sandwiched between two skinny nigga twins?”
       
       Laura grabbed her wrist and pulled her down against her, encircling her with her arms and kissing her with rough, hungry passion.  “I guess I wouldn’t turn it down,” she teased.
       
       “Keep kissing me.  If she walks in on us, we’ll already be started.  She’ll . . . maybe she’ll want to join us.”
       
       “You think?  In that case, we should be naked and panting.”
       
       “Believe me,” Frankie kissed her back and began unbuttoning Laura’s blouse with one hand.  “It won’t take long for that.”
       
       “Where did she go?” Laura asked, as they helped each other out of their clothes.
       
       “I don’t know.  Macy’s?  Bloomies?  Saks?  She was gone when I got home from work.  Left me a note saying she left here about four-thirty.  She should be back by now.”
       
       Laura had Frankie’s shirt off and had just unfastened her bra and got one of Frankie’s small, delicious breasts into her mouth when they heard the key in the door lock.
       
       “Oh shit . . . that’s her!” Frankie gasped.
       
       She tried to pull away, but Laura held her close, releasing her wet, shiny black nipple from her mouth long enough to speak.  “Hold still!  This is what you wanted, isn’t it?”
       
       Frankie’s body relaxed.  She shrugged.  “You’re right.”  She cupped her wet breast in one hand and pushed it into Laura’s mouth again.  “Quick, suck me and make me moan.”
       
       Laura was happy to do that.  She sucked, she sucked hard.
       
       “Anngghhh!” Frankie yelped, laughing a little.  “Not so hard!”
       
       “Mmmm, you love it hard,” Laura mumbled, just as Gina came in the door and spotted them.
       
       They both looked over at her, Frankie’s breast still almost completely inside Laura’s mouth, and acted as if they were surprised.  The expression on Regina’s face was priceless, a mixture of horror and salacious curiosity.  She was carrying shopping bags in both hands, which she nearly dropped out of surprise.
       
       “My god, you guys!” she gasped, slamming the door behind her.  “Can’t you control yourselves just for one night?  Do I have to get a hotel room so I don’t have to walk in on you doing your twisted lesbian screwing!”
       
       “Oh Gina, lighten up,” Frankie said, looking down at her delectable small dark breast inside Laura’s mouth.  “Go ahead, Laura.  You were just getting me to the point of no return.”  But she could not suppress a little devilish giggle.
       
       Even Regina could not keep up her scandalized act and smiled a little, as if to acknowledge how bold this scenario was.  “Should I leave and let you two horny sluts get on with it?”
       
       Laura smiled flirtatiously at her across the room and slowly, sensually, let Frankie’s wet breast and spittle-shiny black nipple slide out of her lips.  “Hi, Gina,” she said, coyly.  “Don’t I even get a hello?”
       
       Regina scowled.  “Hello, Laura.  I see you still can’t control your base physical urges.”  She walked over to an easy chair with a dismissive smirk and dumped her packages and shopping bags into it.
       
       As usual, Regina was dressed to the nines.  She wore an enchanting pale orange dress that clung to her svelte figure and did amazing things for her coal black skin.  The gold bangles on her wrist clinked and sparkled.  Even though Laura was already clinging to and rubbing against Frankie’s near-naked body, just the sight of Regina was enough to juice her lust meter up another two notches.  God, maybe this is a good idea after all! she realized.
       
       “Come on over here, Sis,” Frankie purred.  “There’s room for three.”
       
       “No thanks,” Regina turned toward the kitchen, pointedly ignoring the two of them.  “I need a drink.  It’s hell out there, teeming with Shoppin’ Maniacs.  And in here teeming with lesbians and twisted sisters.”
       
       “Oh come on,” Laura goaded her.  “You know you want to.”
       
       Regina raised one haughty eyebrow, still scowling.  “Don’t push it, girls.  You know I don’t go in for pearl diving.”  She turned her back on them, rejecting their invitation as blatantly as she could.  “I’m going to take a bath.  You could do me a favor by adjourning to the bedroom.  And not making too much noise.  If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s lesbian squealing.”
       
       With that, she walked slowly toward the hall without even a glance backward at them, and disappeared.  But Laura could not get out of her mind the vision of Regina’s long, bare black legs flexing and gleaming below the hem of her clingy orange dress as she strode away from them.  She looked, somewhat taken aback, at Frankie, who returned her puzzled frown.
       
       “I guess she told us,” Laura said.
       
       Frankie pursed her lips in faint disgust.  “That was aimed solely at me.  Believe me, I’m used to it.  She said the same thing to me and Sandra once.  She enjoys getting in her digs at me.  It wasn’t aimed at you.”
       
       Laura pretended to be offended.  “I beg your pardon.  I . . .”
       
       “I know, I know,” Frankie interrupted her, sitting up, pulling back, looking a little self-consciously down at her own naked breasts, darling dark doves that Laura wanted to devour.  “You did her . . . you fucked her . . . you made her pant,” she smiled, “as you always like to say you’ll do to me.”
       
       “I did,” Laura said.  “I really did.”
       
       “It still isn’t personal.  She’s just being a cunt.  Gina is a first-class cunt, when she wants to be.  I thought you knew that.”
       
       Laura nodded.  She did know that.
       
       Frankie grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the sofa.  “Come on.  Let’s take her advice and go back to my room.  I’m not going to let this visit go to waste.  It’s been too many weeks since we did it.”
       
       Laura, and Frankie too, hastily gathered up the pieces of clothing they had already discarded and headed for the back bedroom, where they found Sammie asleep on Frankie’s queen-sized bed.  “You have to choose between us and the nigga witch, Sammie,” Frankie said, scooping the drowsy cat up in both arms while Laura pulled down the bedspread and top blanket.
       
       “Let her stay,” Laura said.  “She likes watching us fuck.”
       
       Frankie deposited Sammie in the middle of the bare bottom sheet and grabbed Laura, mashing her naked breasts into Laura’s back while unfastening Laura’s bra clasp.  “You won’t be able to fuck me up my ass tonight,” she pouted softly.  “Because I’ll make noise and that bitch Gina will complain and call me a pervert.”
       
       Laura’s mind instantly jumped to the ball gag that she had recently used with Nyomi to solve, basically, the same problem.  But she quickly dismissed it.  Regina already thought they were both perverts; no sense in confirming it with gags et cetera.
       
       “I can do it gently,” Laura offered.
       
       But Frankie squint-smiled at her.  “You know how I get excited.”
       
       “Yes . . . I do.  You’re getting me excited just talking about it.”  Laura smiled and hugged her, frontally now, so that they could push their naked breasts together.  
       
       Frankie drew an invisible curlicue on Laura’s cheek with one forefinger, becoming fawnlike and devastatingly sexy.  “Tell me why you like to do it,” she murmured softly.  “Fuck me up my ass.  I mean, I know why Jamal does.  It pinches his big hard dick.  He even makes little noises, it pinches so tight.  And then he comes like a rocket.  Yelping and groaning.  But what do you get out of it when you can’t feel my booty pinching your dick?”
       
       Laura brushed her black cheek with her lips.  “I get out of it feeling your whole beautiful body clench and shudder and go wild when you come.  And you yelp and groan too, and it makes me come.  Making you come makes me come. That’s what I get out of it.”
       
       “Well . . . nevertheless . . . we can’t do it tonight,” Frankie pursed her wildly sensual lips.  “It’s bad enough giving Gina the chance to ridicule us, by which I mean me.  I can’t give her additional ammunition.”
       
       She scooped Sammie up from the middle of the bed and deposited her on a chair by the door, from which Sammie, all cat, immediately hopped down to the floor, not willing to have any mere human set her agenda.  But by this time Laura and Frankie were happily and nakedly entangled on the bed where Sammie had briefly been, clutching and stroking and sucking and kissing with snuffling, moaning, almost fiery passion.  Laura knew there was hardly a thing in life that could compare with holding Frankie’s lean naked body in a sexual embrace.
       
       Frankie felt the same way.  “God, I love this.”
       
       “Me too.”
       
       But they could hear the bathwater running into the tub down the hall as Regina prepared for her bath.  Frankie pouted.  “That cunt.  She’s going to spoil it.  I can’t concentrate while listening to her taking her damn bath.”
       
       “Just ignore it, my darling,” Laura said, kissing her way up and down Frankie’s black swan’s neck.  “I am going to fuck you to heaven.”
       
       “You know how nervous I am if there’s any noises,” Frankie said, wriggling away.
       
       Laura did know this.  Frankie was one of those whose concentration could be ruined by the slightest variation in the environment.  Once in her Fremont house while she and Laura were fucking, Sammie had stepped haphazardly on the clock radio, which had blared forth.  Frankie had not been able to get back into the mood for half an hour.  Once a neighbor’s car alarm had gone off, just moments before she was probably going to erupt in a torrid climax.  It had taken nearly an hour that time to coax her back to bed.
       
       “Just relax and pretend she’s not here.  She’s back in Denver and doesn’t even know we’re doing this.”
       
       “Easy for you to say,” Frankie smirked.  “She isn’t your sister.”
       
       In truth, Laura found it a little hard to concentrate, too.  She might be lying there with the naked Frankie in her arms, but she could not get out of her mind the vision of Regina’s wet, naked body down the hall in the bathtub, glistening and shiny, flecked with white suds and bubbles, the same body, two of them, one wet, one pressing against her, delicious warm and sleek.  It made her fiercely horny, but also vaguely uncomfortable, as if she were fucking one while fantasizing about the other, even though they were substantially the same woman.
       
       She nuzzled Frankie under her ear.  “I’ve missed you,” she murmured, trying to divert her attention to the moment at hand.  And thinking of hands, she ran hers down Frankie’s long, smooth, sinuous back to her fantastic rump, cupping the hard high moons in her palms and digging her fingers into the compact round flesh.  “I want to do nasty things to your beautiful body.”
       
       Frankie smiled and played coy.  “You just want me for my body.  Just like those lawyers at the firm.”
       
       “Still having trouble with them?”
       
       “I can’t help it if I’m very fuckable.  I try to dress like an old maid.  I guess I could try those old lady shoes with the laces up the ankles.  Maybe wear my hair in a bun.”
       
       “Honey,” Laura ran her eager hands all over Frankie’s wonderful naked body, “it wouldn’t help.  Your essence simply reeks of Gorgeous.  You couldn’t hide it, ever.  They want to fuck you just the way I want to fuck you.”
       
       “You mean you don’t admire me for my mind?”
       
       By this time Laura already had Frankie’s naked breast, the other one, in her mouth, and had to let it go to speak.  “I love your mind,” she smiled.  “And your pretty little boobs, just the right size for my mouth.”
       
       “See?” Frankie made a face.  “It all comes back to my incredible skinny body.”  She grabbed Laura more tightly and kissed her more hungrily.  “I think I’m forgetting about her.”  No noise had come from down the hallway now that the tub was apparently full and the water had been turned off.  “I think I’m ready for the works.”
       
       “You really want me to do you in your ass?”  Laura lightly brushed her smooth black cheek with her lips.
       
       Frankie cocked her head to one side.  “Why should I let her spoil my fun?”
       
       Laura kissed her back passionately.  “I think I have an idea.  Here . . . roll over onto your knees.”
       
       Quietly, obediently, Frankie did as Laura asked, pushing her amazing rump up a little bit into the air. 
       
       “Now . . . let Mama Laura work her magic on you,” Laura purred, beginning to lick and stroke Frankie’s peerless (its only peer was her own twin sister Regina’s) naked ass with an extravagant outpouring of love.
       
       There really was nothing to match this woman’s body—except that of her twin sister, down the hall in the bath.  All wet and shiny and wonderful.  Laura tried not to think of Regina.  There was an abundance of beauty right here, under her lips and fingers.  She caressed Frankie’s beautiful naked ass and slipped her fingers lower, sliding two into the puckered seam of her hot, wet pussy.
       
       “Ahhhhnnn!” Frankie gasped softly.  She looked back over her shoulder at Laura.  “Oh yes.”
       
       She winced with pleasure as the tip of Laura’s tongue invaded her pinched-tight little anus for the first time, just barely, since the door was still tightly closed.  But I know how to open it, Laura thought, working slowly, very sensually, massaging Frankie’s incredible firm round buns with her free hand while the fingers of her other hand probed Frankie’s wet, slippery pussy.  
       
       “Oh god . . . Laura . . . don’t stop!” Frankie gasped, burying her face in the sheet, then lifting her head again and gnawing her lower lip.
       
       “Mmmm, I’m not going to stop . . . until you come.”
       
       But Frankie was panting and whimpering so much that she couldn’t reply.
       
       A little more coaxing with Laura’s strong, persistent tongue got the tight ring of Frankie’s anus to relax enough to let the tip of it inside.  Laura wriggled her tongue, slipping it in and out, though not in very deep yet.  She dribbled warm spittle into the small cavity, taking it slow, meanwhile also massaging Frankie’s swollen clit with her fingers.  
       
       “Ohhhhh!” Frankie moaned, clenching and shuddering a little as the intense sensations overwhelmed her body. 
       
       By this time both of them had completely forgotten—finally—about Regina.  Laura had only one thought: to make Frankie’s imminent climax as jolting and as satisfying as possible.  Frankie was beyond thought, quivering and moaning and gyrating her lovely ass back into Laura’s face, drawing closer and closer to a thrilling orgasm.
       
       After long, sweet minutes of this, the small aperture of Frankie’s anus began to relax ever further, letting Laura’s tongue in deeper.  
       
       “Oh shit, yes!” Frankie gasped, wincing as Laura’s tongue slid further into her.  “God . . . keep that up!  Please!”
       
       At the same time she began churning her pussy a little harder and faster into Laura’s fingers, which were still busy massaging her clit, as well as her wet pussy lips.  Concentrating intensely, she whimpered and mewled softly in a way that always made Laura rage with hot lust for her.  They were completely involved in this whirlwind of pulsating fuck hunger, and didn’t know how long they had been happily submerged in it, when both of them heard, as if in the back of their minds (or in another universe), a click from the bedroom door.
       
       Frankie froze.  Laura took longer to stop, being thoroughly preoccupied at working to bring Frankie to a climax, which was only a few seconds away.  But then she too paused.  Both of them looked over at the door, through the cloudy hot haze of their throbbing lust fog.  Regina had opened the door just a crack and was peeking in.
       
       “Sorry,” she said softly.  “Just . . . wanted to know where you guys disappeared to.”
       
       Such a lame excuse, Laura thought.  She wanted to see us fucking.  
       
       “Oh god, Gina!” Frankie burst out.  “I was almost coming!  Almost there!”
       
       “Sorry.”  Regina did look a little guilty, not an easy expression for her.  But she did not pull back and close the door.
       
       She stared at them, and they stared back.  Nobody knew what to do.  But Regina clearly did not want to leave.  That settles it, Laura thought.
       
       “Are you coming in . . . or not?” she asked quietly, without curtness or anger; just a simple, soft request.
       
       Regina seemed to be paralyzed.  Watching her twin sister have an almost-orgasm, caused by Laura’s mouth buried in her ass-crack,  had gripped her attention mightily.  Slowly, the gap in the door widened as she pushed it open farther.  Then, she stepped inside the room.
       
       She had a large beige bath towel wrapped around her, but even that could not prevent Laura from feeling her heart actually skip a beat.  Her mouth was still only inches from the swollen, red, glistening seam of Frankie’s delectable warm cunt, and her fingertips were still brushing Frankie’s engorged little clit, and yet when Regina stepped into the room, her lovely lean black body about two-thirds visible outside the towel, Laura suddenly felt that she had never been in the presence of more thrilling black pulchritude than she was at this moment, stunned by the two of them.
       
       She brushed her lips against one of Frankie’s smooth round buns.  “Do you want me to go on?” she whispered.
       
       Frankie’s answer was barely audible, but she moved her beautiful black ass a little, as if to push it back into Laura’s mouth.  “Yes,” she breathed.
       
       And they resumed what they had been doing, as if Regina had never entered the room.  But of course everything had now changed.  They were not only united together in this slow, scintillating process, working again toward Frankie’s orgasm at the end of this long, sweet journey; they were being acutely observed by Frankie’s twin sister, who approached them slowly, as if taking great care not to disturb their progress.
       
       And yet, how could things not be different, since they were in effect now putting on a performance?  Still, Laura did her best to put it out of her mind.  Again her tongue rooted in the tiny, partially open aperture of Frankie’s spittle-shiny anus, working in further, feeling Frankie’s body respond with sharp little quivers, hearing her gasp as startling pleasure gripped her flesh.
       
       “Ahhhhh!  Oh . . . yes!”
       
       Now Laura picked up the pace again with her fingertips massaging Frankie’s clit.  She realized that, paradoxically, having an audience seemed to heighten their arousal.  The fact that Regina was watching them—fascinated, probably aroused herself—seemed to make Frankie, and now Laura, hornier than ever.  Their fucking suddenly took on a new intensity, and new piquancy, a fresh urgency, as Frankie drew closer and closer again to her destination.
       
       “Oh god!”
       
       “Is it good, honey?” Laura murmured to her.
       
       Out of the corner of her eye she glimpsed Regina, standing close by, but not close enough to interfere with their concentration.  
       
       “Oh god!  Yes!”
       
       “Are you going to come for Mama?”
       
       “Unngghh!  Yes!  Do it faster!”
       
       By this time, Laura’s tongue could really get deeper into Frankie’s ass, and she accordingly stabbed it in vigorously, at the same time rubbing the girl’s sloshy wet pussy frantically with her fingers.  
       
       “Unh!  Unh!” Frankie grunted softly and gasped, her delectable black buttocks quivering against Laura’s cheeks.  “Oh . . . fuck!”
       
       Now Laura knew they were there.  All thought of Regina standing beside them disappeared as she and Frankie merged in a hot, surging, final explosion of sexual pleasure.  Frankie erupted almost out of nowhere into a squealing, shuddering frenzy of hot coming.
       
       “Mmmnnngggiiieeee!” she suddenly wailed, wincing and clenching and jerking uncontrollably as the spasms ripped through her.  “Nnnngggiiiee!”
       
       She fell forward onto the sheet, and Laura fell with her, still rubbing Frankie’s wet, throbbing pussy and stabbing her tongue into the girl’s ass crack, since her puckered anus was now out of reach in all this tight thrashing about.  Frankie was still coming, moaning, twitching, her delicious buns clenching and quivering, the smooth backs of her thighs tightening and then relaxing as the fiercest spasms of her climax slowly waned.
       
       “Oooohhhhh!” she moaned softly, her lovely face torn by piercing bliss.  “Ohhhh . . . shit . . . ohhhhhh!”
       
       Laura held onto her, still rubbing her but more gently, tenderly, now, then kissing the smooth black moons of her ass as Frankie’s body began to slacken and relax from its passionate convulsions.  Now Laura could look to the side and see Regina, her mouth agape, staring at them in a paralytic awe.  It must have been a stirring sight, Laura realized, as she withdrew her face slowly from the moist crack of Regina’s twin sister’s beautiful ass.  She smiled over at Regina.
       
       “You want some too?” she murmured.
       
       This broke Regina out of her trance.  She actually shook her head a little, not in refusal but more in disbelief.  Laura smiled at her with meaning, trying to jar her loose from her paralysis, trying by her smile also to resurrect Gina’s memory of the moments they had shared in Denver, when Laura had fucked her repeatedly, after overcoming her initial reluctance, and given her a thrilling string of lesbian orgasms.
       
       “I . . . think I do . . .” Gina finally responded, so softly they could barely hear her.  “I just . . . think . . . I do.”
       
       With that, she dropped the bath towel and stepped toward the bed, her delicious naked black body, though an exact replica of Frankie’s, completely visible for the first time.  Laura’s heart nearly stopped beating.  Oh god, I think I’ve gone to heaven! she thought.
       
       And Frankie too, finally recovering from the sweet convulsions of her orgasm, stirred and smiled and rolled over under Laura to make room for her sister.  She stretched and purred like a long, lean, black cat.  “Mmmmm, I’m so glad to see my big sister finally has come to her senses.”
       
       She and Laura effortlessly parted their bodies to form a gap into which Gina easily settled, then closed the gap again, embracing her between them, and running their hands all over her delicious slender naked body.  She was facing Laura, with Frankie behind her, kissing her neck and the backs of her shoulders, encircling her from the rear with her arms and cupping Gina’s small, lovely breasts in her hands, tweaking her black nipples with her fingers, while Laura and Gina kissed slowly and passionately.
       
       “I want you to do to me what you were doing to her,” Gina murmured against Laura’s hungry lips.  “God, it was so hot.”
       
       “Mmmm, I guess that could be arranged,” Laura smiled.  “I would just love to rape your pretty little asshole with my tongue, until you come unbelievably.”
       
       She knew how these words usually got a woman hot, even hotter than hot.  And since Gina was already feverishly aroused from watching Laura and Frankie, especially from watching Frankie come, she was an easy victim.  But Laura, being an oral maniac as usual, would not postpone the pleasure of sucking Gina’s beautiful little breasts, which Frankie from behind was holding in her hands, as if awaiting Laura’s descent to her feast.
       
       “I want to suck your nipples,” Laura breathed into Gina’s open mouth, sucking her tongue.  “And suck and suck them.”
       
       “Do it.  Please.”  Gina’s half-shut eyes were already glazed with hot lust, almost swirling.
       
       “Okay.”
       
       Laura slid down a little and took one of Gina’s small breasts almost completely into her mouth.  This seemed to be all it took to get things started.  Gina started writhing and panting softly, while behind her Frankie began sucking the flesh of her shoulders and squeezing her small breasts feverishly, even the one that Laura was currently trying to swallow.  Laura could instantly feel the temperature skyrocket.  All of them were suddenly groping and gasping and squirming and wriggling together in a hot mass.
       
       She shifted her mouth-mauling attentions to Gina’s other breast, while Frankie gently manipulated her sister’s body so that she could slide under her while making way for Laura to slip down toward Gina’s crotch to give her the analingus and ultimate orgasm she had requested.  Gina was on her knees, her lean, glossy black thighs clenching, as Laura gently pulled her beautiful ass cheeks apart and began exploring the crack between them with her tongue.
       
       “Unhhhhhh!” she gasped, gnawing her lower lip, grunting softly as the tip of Laura’s tongue drew ever closer to the tight little ring of her rectum. 
       
       “Oh . . . Gina . . . you have the prettiest little boobies,” she heard Frankie cooing, lying on her back under Gina’s body and fondling her sister’s breasts, licking them, sucking them, as Laura prepared to invade Gina’s ass with her eager tongue.
       
       “Oh!” Gina whimpered softly, looking down at Frankie, then back over her shoulder at Laura, surrendering her body to them in a way none had thought possible just twenty minutes ago.
       
       As far as Laura was concerned, the biggest hurdle had been jumped: Frankie already had her twin sister’s breast inside her mouth.  Laura had wondered how they would take to having sex with each other, and now she knew it would not be a problem.  Whatever reluctance they might have had initially was swiftly disappearing in the swelling sexual excitement.
       
       And in fact, the hot tornado enveloped the three of them before they were exactly ready for it.  Instead of the slow, patient analingus Laura had given Frankie, and which had so captivated and aroused Gina, they were gripped by a hot, throbbing, churning maelstrom of need, probably, Laura realized, brought on by this sudden merging of their three bodies.  Gina was clenching and whimpering and flexing, and Frankie was devouring her sister’s lovely little dangling breasts, and Laura was tongue-fucking Gina’s tight little asshole, and the panting and mewling and gasping and bed-creaking noises suddenly grew to near-hurricane force.
       
       Gina was not able to wait for the slow crescendo to her climax.  Watching Frankie being fucked by Laura had aroused her already to the tipping point, and Laura had only stabbed her tongue into the girl’s pinched-tight rectum four or five times, and aggressively rubbed her wet clit and pussy with her fingers a little, when Gina shuddered, emitting a gargled cry of release, and began to come in quick, short, explosive bursts.
       
       “Ungghh!  Oh!  Auunngghhh!  Oh!  Ungghh . . . mnnnggeeeeee!” she gasped, clenching and quivering, then falling forward onto Frankie, who was momentarily squashed under her until she could squirm free.
       
       Laura lost her completely, but quickly recovered, following Gina’s writhing body and kissing the lovely round black moons of her ass as Gina rode out the finally twinges of her quick, jolting climax.  She was stunned and overcome by it, but both Frankie and Laura quickly embraced her again to help her recover, kissing her body, her face, her shoulders, her lips, her forehead, her breasts.
       
       “Oh my, big sister really had a good one, Laura,” Frankie beamed over Gina’s shoulder at Laura, who was now hugging Gina from behind.  “I think she’s one of us now.”
       
       “I think she wants to be fucked by her sister,” Laura murmured while kissing the gleaming backs of Gina’s lovely shoulders and squeezing her breasts, her arms looping under Gina’s and coming up in front, between Gina and Frankie.  “Why don’t you get the strap-on?”
       
       She was almost shocked at herself for suggesting this; it seemed so bold, even aggressive.  She knew she never would have thought of saying it before Gina’s orgasm, but now she realized, feeling the warm undulations of the woman’s body, that Gina was still vibrating inside from her climax and could be brought to another in only minutes, if they seized the opportunity.  
       
       Frankie was off the bed in an instant, rummaging wildly through a drawer in her bureau, then quickly returning, the strap-on harness straps dangling from her fingers.  Laura was transfixed while watching her slip into it and cinch it tight, slavering at the sight of her delicious lean black body, her lovely little breasts bobbing and jiggling, her black thighs hard and shiny.  She realized that Gina was going to be fucked but that she herself wanted it to happen to her instead.
       
       Oh well, there was plenty of time.  Her eyes refocused slightly, enough to see Sammie asleep on the floor behind Frankie, near the door.  She must have been there all along, and the hot yelping and gasping from the bed had not disturbed her tranquil slumbers.  Oh to be a cat.  Or not.  Laura was fiercely aroused as she helped Frankie maneuver her twin sister into position, then watched Frankie’s face as she quickly slipped the dildo into Gina’s still wet pussy and pushed it in deep.
       
       “Auungghhh!” Gina groaned, suddenly aroused from her afterglow trance.  “Oh shit.  What . . . are you doing?”
       
       Laura was still holding her from behind, her arms encircling Gina’s lean body, cupping her small breasts, squeezing them.  She sucked the back of her shoulder, and the nape of her neck, while Frankie, peppering Gina’s face with hot little kisses, began to fuck her with the dildo, thrusting in, pulling out, slowly, sensually.
       
       “I’m fucking you, Gina,” she panted.  “Don’t you want me to fuck you?  You don’t want me to stop, do you?”
       
       “Oh god, no.  You surprised me, is all.” 
       
       She writhed as Laura and Frankie, unable to suppress their own surge of lust, picked up the pace a little.  
       
       “Unh!  Unh!  Unh!” she gasped as Frankie slammed the dildo into her pussy more and more forcefully.  “Oh shit . . . yes!  That’s good!   Do it hard, honey!  I like it hard!”
       
       Laura could barely believe the crackling, throbbing sexual energy that engulfed the three of them from this point forward.  Her hands ran all over Gina’s writhing body, and whatever she could reach of Frankie’s too, clutching their smooth, sleek flesh, listening to the two girls pant and mewl and groan and whinny as the fuck-locomotive they were all on hurtled faster and faster toward the station.  
       
       “Oh shit . . . oh shit . . .” Gina gasped from time to time, churning between them, gurgling and moaning by turns, groaning as her pile-driving twin sister pumped her more and more fiercely with the strap-on.  “Oh shit . . . oh fuck . . . Frankie . . . Frankeeeeeee!  Ummnnggiiieee!”
       
       Suddenly, she came again without warning.  Laura, holding on tight, felt Gina’s lovely lean body clench and buckle violently.  The hard jolts of her climax shook all three of them, but shook Gina especially hard.  Her lovely long body jerked and twitched wildly, and she moaned loudly enough to be heard blocks away, it seemed.
       
       “Ohhhnnnnnn!” she finally sighed, winding down, not groaning so loudly any more, but still twisting between Frankie and Laura, as if unable to get enough of the pressure of their bodies against her.  “Ohhhhh . . . shit . . .” she erupted in soft laughter, “I hate you guys!  I just hate you!”  She laughed.  “I was so happy fucking guys before . . . you two did this to me!  Now . . . I can’t get enough girl fucking.”
       
       Laura was busily kissing the backs of her lovely smooth black shoulders, and her neck, and still squeezing her small breasts.  It turned out that Frankie was still kissing the front of her sister’s body, and her face, too, and Frankie’s mouth and Laura’s met over one of Gina’s shoulders and began kissing too, tongue-stabbing, lip-gobbling.  “You’re next, Laura,” Frankie breathed.  “What do you say, Gina?  We give Laura the chocolate sandwich?  You and me?  We mash her?”
       
       Gina smiled while disentangling herself from Frankie’s and Laura’s tight embrace.  “Let me do it,” she said, with barely concealed enthusiasm.  “I want to do it to her.”
       
       Her eye caught Laura’s with a scintillating flash, as if to say, Now I’m going to get back at you for all that hard fucking you gave me in Denver.  Laura merely flirted, watching their two delicious naked bodies as Frankie slipped out of the strap-on harness and helped Gina into it.  The big, bobbing dildo was still wet and shiny with Gina’s own cunt juices, and as she hopped back onto the bed with Laura, Laura could not resist sliding down to take it into her mouth, licking and sucking it hungrily.  She had always thought the idea of sucking a dildo was silly, a sort of confession that you wished it were a real prick, until now.  But Gina’s dick had Gina’s juice all over it, and she eagerly slurped it up, joined almost immediately by Frankie, who slurped enthusiastically too.
       
       But Gina’s juice was gone in seconds, and already the twins were crawling all over Laura’s naked body, groping her, and sucking and squeezing her, maneuvering her into position, with Frankie behind her and Gina in front, poised to squash her between them with fierce, throbbing ardor.  Gina kissed her mouth.  Frankie sucked her shoulder.
       
       “Oh!” Laura panted softly, almost overcome by the sweet pleasure of being wedged between these two beautiful and identical women.  “Ungghh!” she gasped again softly as she felt Gina lodge the head of the dildo in the wet groove of her open pussy and then thrust it in deep.  “Annghhh!”
       
       She could feel Frankie’s little naked breasts and hard nipples mashing and drilling into her back.  Frankie sucked her neck, then dropped one hand to Laura’s taut buns, invading the crack of her ass with two fingers.  She knew Laura’s anus was sensitive and that massaging it, or even invading it, would enhance her coming climax, and she set about it quickly.  But Gina was pumping Laura so relentlessly and roughly that Laura couldn’t much focus on anything else.  Gina was an exuberant and athletic sex partner, as Laura had already discovered back in Denver.
       
       It was strange how these two identical twins nevertheless differed somewhat in temperament.  Maybe there was something to that notion after all, their shared conviction that Gina, having been born seconds or minutes earlier than Frankie, was in fact her ‘big sister’ and therefore senior in responsibility and even maturity, the true grownup of the pair.  In truth, Frankie was more docile, yielding, sweet, and tender, while Gina could be sharp, aggressive, querulous, and bold.  She was showing Laura as much now, fucking her roughly with the strap-on, slamming it home, sucking and kissing Laura’s face and gripping her breasts hard in her beautiful hands, jabbing the dildo deep into Laura’s pussy.
       
       “Ungghh!  Unh!  Ummphhh!  Ohhnngg!” Laura gasped and groaned, but never happier, or more aroused than at this instant, with these two beautiful women fucking her.
       
       Gina, as far as Laura knew, had never fucked anyone with a strap-on before this, but she was acting like it came to her as second-nature.  She did reach down between their bodies now and then to make sure it did not slip out, but otherwise she was a demon, pumping and grunting and jabbing, digging her knees into the mattress for leverage, then slamming Laura with pile-driving thrust that made Laura see stars and flogged her throbbing flesh into the quick sunburst of a shattering orgasm.
       
       “Oh god . . . oh god . . . ungghh . . . oh god!” she heard herself gasping, just before her body was wrenched by a huge spasm of searing ecstasy.  “Unnnmmggghhpp!  Ohhnnggggg!” she gagged and sputtered on the breath that seemed to be ripped from her lungs by a crippling jolt of hot pleasure.  “Anngghhh!  Oh . . . shit!  Unngghhhmmpphh!  Oh!  Oh!”
       
       She wailed and sputtered and gurgled her way through a fierce climax, pinned between the two of them, only now realizing that Frankie’s finger was wriggling around up inside her tight rectum and had been the final trigger, along with her twin sister’s pile-driving fuck-mania, that had ignited the rocket of Laura’s orgasm.  Her body was still throbbing, and jerking and twitching involuntarily, running with fire, seething with intense pleasure, then slackening, relaxing, her breath slowing, her cawing, moaning, and keening slowly dying away as the spasms weakened.
       
       It seemed like a sweet eternity before Frankie’s finger wriggled back out of her ass, and Gina slowly withdrew the dildo from her pussy.  It was almost painful to feel their warm, lean bodies pulling away from her flesh.  “Stop!” she murmured abruptly to them.  “Not yet.  Let me feel it one more minute.”
       
       Gina, whom she was facing, grinned at her.  “Little white slut can’t get enough nigga girl fucking, eh?”
       
       “Gina, you bitch, you raped me.”
       
       “You loved it.”
       
       Laura broke into a wide, happy grin.  “I did.”
       
       Frankie stirred behind her, then worked her way around to the front, too.  “Are we going in sequence here?” she teased.  “I mean, I was first.  You,” she pointed at her twin, “were second.  Laura was third.  That makes it my turn again, right?”
       
       At this very moment Sammie let forth a very loud feline complaint, a plangent yowl, from the bedroom door, which Gina had apparently closed when she entered.  All three of them swiveled their heads to stare at her.
       
       “Little bitch wants some too,” Gina cracked.
       
       “Oh god, no, she probably wants to get to the litter box,” Frankie said, slipping off the bed, and going across the room to open the door.  “Either that, or food.”  She watched Sammie dashing down the hallway, leaving these human sex monsters behind.
       
       Gina and Laura watched her, from the bed.  Frankie, as Laura could never stop thinking, was a vision.  Long, lean, gleaming, very black, delicious, shapely ass for a thin girl, delectable little breasts and coal-black nipples, swaying sexily as she walked back to join them, well aware of their hungry eyes on her body.
       
       She grinned flirtatiously at them.  “I was right, wasn’t I?  My turn?”
       
       “It certainly is your turn,” Laura said, extending her arms in welcome.
       
       “Your turn to fly, baby sister,” Gina said, smiling and out-stretching hers too.
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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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, 1999-2010.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



