Laura's own period came a day after this vigorous evening with Karen, and so she wound up getting a little needed rest. Sholandra was still very attentive, though not too demanding, to Laura's great relief. But on the last day of her period, something awful happened.

She ran into Yvette and Rhonda Reardon on the elevator to the parking garage, after work. Actually, she didn't even know they were there, since the elevator was full of people. She only saw them in the rear as it emptied. They were looking at each other as if they could hardly wait to be alone and fuck their brains out. Laura was shocked to realize that she was devastated by it. Her mouth went dry, and her pulse hammered in her throat. She realized she was short of breath. A hot ember burned in the pit of her stomach.

"Oh . . . uh, hi Laura," Yvette said, very nervous and embarrassed, as they too noticed her.

Laura smiled wanly. "Hi."

"Have you met Rhonda?"

"We've met." Laura nodded at Rhonda.

Their eyes met, and Laura felt as if a snake had crawled out of Rhonda's and jumped down into her. She turned her own eyes to Yvette, who was stunning, as usual, dressed in a fetching pale peach business suit that emphasized her very black and very smooth skin, and her perfect long legs. Why doesn't everyone want to fuck her the way I want to? Laura wondered.

But then she glanced again at Rhonda. Well, she does, Laura thought. The cunt. At least she has good taste.

Everyone was very ill at ease. Yvette's eyes seemed to appeal to Laura. Rescue me, I'd rather be with you, I love you, I want you instead, Laura! her eyes said. But also, This is what you get, I'm going to let her do everything to me, Don't you wish you had the power to stop this? Yvette was very bright and complicated, certainly capable of sending more than one message to someone who knew her as well as Laura did.

The pain must have been showing in Laura's eyes. Rhonda Reardon smiled sadistically.

"Yvette and I are having a 'working dinner' at my place," she said to Laura, with a coyly sweet, totally mendacious smile.

She let Laura draw her own conclusions about what kind of 'work' they would be doing. Yvette's eyes, however, were throbbing with desire, and not for Rhonda either. She was looking soulfully at Laura.

Laura gave them both a tight smile. "Don't work too late," she said softly. "Yvette needs her beauty rest."

This remark fell with a dull thud just as the elevator doors opened. Laura turned away from them toward her car. Then, unable to stop herself, she turned and watched them as they walked away. When they reached Rhonda's car, Yvette glanced back and caught Laura's eye just as Laura turned away.

Oh god, Yvette, how can you? How can you? Laura thought, biting down on her own hot jealousy and bitter resentment. But she sucked back her anguish and walked to her own car, realizing that she was on the verge of tears.

She drove home in a wooden state, wondering how she had got there when she arrived. She sat in her apartment, trying to watch TV but unable to see anything but Rhonda Reardon peeling off Yvette's clothes and pressing her lips to Yvette's marvelous black skin and beautiful body. She could see Rhonda's long pink tongue slithering up into the shiny black lips of Yvette's exquisite long parabola of a pussy, and even hear Yvette's soft whimpering.

God, I'm wet! she realized, wondering if she was still bleeding. It's either that, or I'm imagining that bitch fucking Yvette and getting wet myself. It's sickening!

In the bathroom she checked and found that she had finished bleeding. She knew where the wetness had come from. They must be fucking right now, she realized. The pain was very great. She wondered if she had ever experienced such hot, blinding, searing jealousy. She knew she had often ignored the strength of her feelings for Yvette, maybe because Yvette was so volatile, so demanding, so jealous herself of Laura's other lovers. But she knew that her feelings for the girl were as deep as those for Sholandra.

And now I know just how she felt when she saw me with somebody else. It's really a cutting pain. Laura could feel tears actually streaming down her cheeks as she imagined Rhonda and Yvette fucking.

Her crying was interrupted by the phone. She tried to control herself.

"Yes?" she answered.

"Laura?"

"Yv . . . Yvette?"

"Laura . . . you sound so different. Have you been . . . crying?"

"Who, me?" Laura laughed softly.

"Look, I'm about a block away from there. Can I come over?"

"I thought you were spending the evening with Rhonda."

"I left her. I couldn't stand it. The look in your eyes."

"Yes. Please come over. But . . . I've got my period."

"Oh, you know I don't care about that. We can talk."

"You do too care about that."

"Can I come over?"

"I told you yes. Hurry."

"Okay."

Yvette took less than five minutes to get there. Laura let her in, but they were both too uncomfortable and embarrassed to kiss. Laura's eyes were still red, and she sniffled a little. Yvette looked worried. She reached out one long, tapered black finger and ran it down Laura's cheek, a caress of infinite tenderness, a quality Yvette showed seldom.

Laura smiled. "You shouldn't have made her mad," she murmured. "She has influence."

Yvette's eyes had gone a little glassy. Laura recognized the look. Yvette was overcome by sexual desire. First getting heated up by Rhonda, then spurning her and coming over to Laura, all that had aroused her wildly. Both of them wanted her fiercely. How could she not feel excited? Laura realized.

Quickly Yvette came back into focus. "I'm not worried about her. She wants this little black pussy so much, she'll do anything for it."

"She must know you came over here."

"So what if she does. She doesn't own me. I ain't no slave."

Yvette, who never lapsed into slang, was recklessly sharp, her eyes glowing. She was shockingly alluring to Laura at that moment. God, if I were a man I'd rape her, Laura realized.

"I . . . want you . . . very much," she swallowed, whispering hoarsely, overcome by desire herself.

"Why don't we take a bath together?" Yvette smiled. "If you've still got your period, that would be real clean, you know?"

"I've really almost stopped," Laura said, hypnotized with lust. "I didn't want you this much even the first time."

Yvette came into her arms, and they kissed tentatively. "You just want me because you thought she was having me instead of you," she said, taunting Laura.

"Not true." Laura kissed her ear, her long black neck. "But it did hurt to think of her . . ."

Yvette grinned mischievously. "To think of her what? Sticking her tongue up my hot little black pussy, that you want so bad yourself?"

Laura nodded. "To think of you with her at all . . . made me physically sick."

"Oh Laura."

Now they kissed heatedly, trying to swallow each other.

"I think the bath idea sounds great," Laura whispered into her marvelous black ear.

"Tell you what," Yvette said. "You get two glasses of wine, and I'll start the water."

"Okay," Laura said, her heart racing.

She couldn't stop herself from remembering how she and Sholandra had fucked in the shower, only about a week ago, a supremely wild and exciting moment. She could still hear their intermingled screams of ecstacy bouncing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. And now she could hear Yvette drawing the bathwater down the hall.

Ashamed of thinking of anyone else but Yvette, she took the wine glasses with her to the bathroom but nearly dropped them when she went through the door. Yvette was already in the bath. Laura stopped, paralyzed by desire, her eyes caressing every delectable inch of the beautiful girl.

Only Cecilia was blacker than Yvette. The water made her shiny, and Laura scrutinized every inch of her flesh, as if seeing her naked for the first time. She was more beautiful than ever.

Yvette smiled. "You're staaaaring. It's making me nerrrrvous."

Silently, Laura handed her a glass of wine. Then she sat her own on the sink and began to undress, very conscious of Yvette's eyes on her body.

"You're very beautiful, Laura," Yvette said softly.

"Oh, be quiet," Laura said, finally getting into the warm bath and grabbing her glass too. "Here's to us."

They clinked glasses, linked arms, and drank. Then Laura took both glasses and placed them on the sink beside the bath. They were face to face, but both had very long legs, which stuck up between them.

"We need a bigger tub," Yvette pouted.

Laura placed both of her hands on Yvette's wet, naked breasts. But Yvette took Laura's hands in her own and put them back away.

"No," she shook her head. "Don't jump the gun. This is special. We have to wash each other first, not just start fucking like two animals."

Laura smiled. "Turn and let me wash your incredible back, then."

"Okay."

With some difficulty and a little splashing, Yvette turned. Laura began lovingly spreading white bubbly lather over her long, sinuous, water-shiny back, letting her fingers slide across the glistening, firm flesh.

"So tell me," she murmured. "Where is Stacey? Where is Arthur? How do you have the time to luxuriate in a decadent bath with your wicked lesbian lover?"

Yvette gave a low, throaty giggle. "Stacey is with my mom. Arthur is in Tokyo. Do you think I'd do this if he could find out?"

"Mmmmm," Laura said, kissing Yvette's beautiful wet back, massaging her shoulderblades. "Does that mean you can stay and stay until we both collapse of exhaustion?"

Yvette grinned over her shoulder. "I am a mother," she whispered. "I can't be a full-time pervert like you."

"Oooohhh, so mean!" Laura said, letting her soapy hands slip under Yvette's armpits and cup Yvette's breasts.

Yvette turned her head and they began kissing, but it was uncomfortable. Still kissing, they twisted their bodies until they were nearly face to face again, and their kiss grew more passionate and urgent.

"Oh, you're still all soapy," Laura panted, kissing Yvette's naked body anyway, through the suds.

She cupped her palms and poured water all over Yvette's shiny skin, following the rivulets of water with her lips. They twisted and splashed some more, until Yvette was lying back against the tiled wall, her long legs propped over the edge of the tub, dripping on the mat, while Laura's tongue ran all over her exquisite small breasts and nipples, licking the water drops.

"Oh god . . . oh god, Laura . . ." Yvette panted, watching Laura suck her big, bursting, shiny black nipples.

Again they twisted and splashed, trying to reach a more comfortable position in the cramped bathtub.

"We need a bigger tub," Laura giggled. "I want to kiss every inch of you, including your pussy."

"It's under water," Yvette giggled back. "You have to hold your breath."

"Maybe we should get out. On the bed . . ."

"No, not yet," Yvette said. "This is perfect. Just do this."

She maneuvered their legs so that they interlocked. Then Laura felt her hand against her pussy. Yvette slipped two fingers inside.

"Unnhhh!" Laura gasped, her eyes rolling up.

"Is it sore?"

"No. It wants to be fucked by you."

"Put your hand on mine like this."

Laura did, but felt her stomach curling inside. Did she learn to do this with Rhonda? she thought. She rubbed Yvette's long, wonderful pussy, which felt strangely rubbery under the water. But it wasn't hard to get into a sympathetic rhythm. They gazed deeply into each other's eyes and rubbed one another gently, kissing, teasing with their tongues, each one running her free hand over the other's wet breasts.

Yvette's mouth slid down Laura's wet shoulder to Laura's breasts. "I dream of these," she whispered, kissing Laura's tingling nipples, then sucking them lovingly.

Their hands under water began moving more rapidly. Laura didn't realize how horny she was until now. Yvette's mouth on her nipples drove her crazy, and Yvette's hand on her pussy made her deliriously excited. Her body burned and quivered, and soft, hysterical whimpers came from deep in her throat.

"Oh god . . . oh god, honey!" she gasped, unable to control her fierce lust. "Oh god . . . I'm going to come . . . already!"

"Oh no, you're not," Yvette murmured against her lips. "Not so fast. I'm going to torment you, make you wait. I want to fuck you for a long time before you come."

"Oh!" Laura gasped, feeling like she might come any second.

But Yvette slowed down her hand, and kissed Laura's neck instead of her nipples. "Slow down . . . slow down," she whispered.

"Oh god!" Laura whimpered, her hips churning under the water.

With her own fingers she could feel Yvette's buttery fluids increasing, mixing with the bathwater, and knew Yvette too was getting very aroused. They kissed again, but both were so excited that they knew they couldn't wait. Laura embraced Yvette with her free arm and crushed Yvette's wet, slippery body to her own, feeling Yvette's arm encircle her too.

"Oh baby, come with me," she gasped uncontrollably into Yvette's marvelous black ear.

"Unnghh! Laura . . . oh!" Yvette panted. "God I love you. Oh . . . I'm going to come!"

"Unh . . . unh!"

The water in the tub splashed violently as they pumped and probed each other more and more rapidly, kissing frantically, biting each other's neck, moaning, mewling. Their wet, slippery bodies rubbed together, their hard wet nipples like large pebbles against their flesh.

Laura was the first to come, pressing her face into Yvette's neck and biting down on her screams as the delicious spasms ripped through her body.

"Ohnngg! Ummggnniieeee!" she cried out, feeling the hot bombs explode inside her pussy, deep inside her belly, the heat spreading out through her flesh.

Yvette came only a second later. She stiffened, grabbing Laura fiercely, then exploding in helpless cries.

"Auugnhh! Oh Jesus . . . unngghhmnnggeee!" she moaned, her body surging and twisting as the sharp shocks gripped her.

The thrill of Yvette's wet, quivering body pressed against her, and Yvette's uncontrollable cries echoing off the bathroom walls, made Laura come again, a surprising uprush of hot coming that had her shuddering through three more waves of ecstacy.

Finally they lay damp and whimpering against each other, smiling, overcome by a warm bloom of tenderness, kissing and peeling their wet hair away from their cheeks and foreheads. Then they got out of the tub and dried each other off with two downy fresh towels Laura had laid out for the occasion. This led quickly to more caresses, since neither could keep her hands off the other.

"Ohhnnnnn!" Yvette moaned, as Laura nearly swallowed one of her small, exquisitely-shaped breasts.

"I want you on the bed," Laura panted.

"Yes!"

The orgasms they had just shared in the bathtub seemed not even to have happened as they stumbled down the hallway to Laura's bedroom. Laura ripped off the bedcoverings, pulling Yvette down with her on the white sheet, running her hands and mouth all over the girl's smooth, satin skin, so deliciously dark against the sheet.

Incredibly, their desire was even more urgent now than in the bath, and Laura nearly devoured the writhing, whimpering Yvette in a hot mania of lust. She caressed and explored every inch of the girl's squirming, twisting naked body, sucking Yvette's thick, gleaming nipples, and tonguing her pussy until Yvette was coming exultantly, moaning and shuddering through two more sharp orgasms.

Still groggy from them, she rolled Laura onto her back and returned the favor. Their familiarity now made fucking easy and relaxed, but also very skilled and sensitive, since each knew the other's secret vulnerabilities and hair-triggers. Yvette too kissed and licked Laura's pussy until Laura exploded with coming, a rich, almost volcanic orgasm that left her panting and slack with bliss.

"You know, it's really a good thing you have Arthur and Stacey," Laura murmured to her as they embraced after she had regained her senses. "Otherwise we might fuck each other to death like this."

Yvette beamed. "I love to make you come like that. I dream of fucking with you all the time, you know. Even when Arthur is screwing me. I make believe it's really you, with . . . you know, some sort of 'thing'."

"A dildo?"

"Yes. And you're fucking me with it instead of him."

Laura realized that since their initial sexual encounters, she and Yvette had never had the time to really luxuriate in decadent sexuality and all-out fucking. They had always had to cram their meetings into twenty or thirty minutes on Yvette's way home from work, out of fear for Arthur's violent jealousy of Laura.

"Does he think you've given me up completely?" she asked Yvette.

"I guess he does," Yvette said. "You know men. He thinks the way he fucks me, how could I want anything else? Hon', he crams this little black pussy so full of meat that I could open my own butcher shop."

Laura laughed and winced at the same time. She herself had been raped by Arthur and knew how brutal he could be, as well as how large his cock was. And the hot jealousy she had felt thinking of Yvette with Rhonda was just as bad when she thought of her being vigorously, lustily fucked by that jerk Arthur, her husband.

And yet Laura was well-aware how it worked out for her. Yvette had a very fiery, jealous nature herself. She couldn't stand the thought of Laura's other lovers, even the men, like Rob, whom she had once seen with Laura. The fact that Yvette's opportunities for sex with Laura were limited made things easier for Laura.

But it had been nearly a year and a half since she had had this much time alone with Yvette. The possibilities were exciting.

"You know," she murmured, almost conspiratorally, "I have one of those 'things'. Those dildoes. I could fuck you with it, and you wouldn't even have to pretend it was me instead of Arthur. It would really be me."

Yvette's eyes widened. "You kinky thing, you. I'll bet you really do have one. Do you use it on your other kinky lesbian friends?"

"Play fair, now," Laura cautioned. "I don't call you a lesbian, but you've gone to bed with Rhonda. As well as me."

"Only because I couldn't have you instead," Yvette pouted.

"Mmmmm," Laura teased, "do you want to fuck me real hard to punish me for it?"

"God, it sounds wonderful!" Yvette smiled. "I didn't even stop to think that I could fuck you with it too. Yes, I'd like to fuck you and rape you hard, you lovely little white bitch, because you let other people have your beautiful body and don't save it just for me."

Talking like this really turned them both on. Laura felt a mild shame for leading Yvette into this new twist, and yet there was no denying how aroused they had both become. She reached under the bed and pulled out the long, fat double dildo she had last used with Karen.

"Oh my god!" Yvette said in a hushed voice. "Even Arthur's isn't that big."

"Mmmmm, I'll bet you want to feel it inside your wet little cunt, don't you, you beautiful little tramp," Laura purred, pushing her face down on the bed.

Yvette really did have a perfect back, and for the next few minutes Laura gave her a sensual back rub, which included kissing and licking it, while Yvette smiled, eyes closed, and moaned. But both of them knew Laura had a plan, and when her kisses began to encircle Yvette's beautiful, pert bottom, then her fingers began to massage the firm round black buns themselves, they both began to breathe harder.

Yvette's bottom was only exceeded in beauty by her sister Chanitra's, and that, Laura thought, was pretty good company. Two sculptured, gleaming, hard black moons of flesh rose in perfect circles below her waist, and Laura covered them with passionate kisses, pulling them apart to let her tongue dart into the moist, secret crack between them.

"Ooohhhh!" Yvette moaned, squirming uncontrollably.

When the tip of Laura's tongue entered her anus, her whole body clenched, and she let out a high, strangled squeal.

"Nnggieee!" she whinnied softly, overcome with hot sexual shivers. "Oh god!"

"Like that?"

"Unngghhnn . . . oh shit!" Yvette gasped, swirling her delectable bottom up into Laura's face.

Deceived by these intense, novel sensations, she barely knew what was happening until one thick, ribbed cylinder of the dildo slid up into her wet pussy.

"Unngghh!" she groaned, feeling it penetrate her deeply. "Ohnngg . . . Jesus, that almost . . . hurts."

"Almost?" Laura asked, beginning to fuck her with the long, fat tube, pushing it in and out.

"Ungghh!" Yvette winced, biting her lower lip. "Ohhh Laura . . . yes . . . fuck me . . . yes! Ungghh!"

"Hold on, honey," Laura panted. "We're both going to get a thrill out of this."

Laura straddled the backs of Yvette's thighs with her own and fed the other end of the dildo up into her own flowing pussy. Then she leaned forward, mashing her breasts against Yvette's naked back, and slid her hands under Yvette's body, clutching her firm small breasts, squeezing them as she began to fuck them both with the double dildo.

"Unh!" Yvette gasped. "Oh god, yes! Ungh! Ungh! God . . . yes, do it hard!"

Laura's mouth was right next to Yvette's ear, and she whispered hot obscenities into it as she fucked her. Each thrust of her hips sank one end of the dildo deep in Yvette's pussy and the other end deep in Laura's, and both of them were quickly delirious with sexual mania.

"God, I'm going to fuck you . . . and fuck you," Laura panted into her ear. "You're so beautiful . . . and I love to . . . unh! Ungghh!"

"Oh! Ohnnggg!" Yvette cried out. "Ungghh!"

". . . love to . . . unghh! . . . fuck you!" Laura panted.

"Yes . . . unh! Oh Laura! Ungghhh!"

Devoured by the hot whirl of sensation, Laura wondered if they had ever fucked so hard, so wildly, if they had ever been, both at the same time, so out of control. All caution was gone. Yvette gyrated her pelvis, pushing her cunt up into Laura's thrusts, and Laura fucked her sharply, driving the huge, pussy-splitting tube deep into both of them. They came after only a few seconds of this.

Helplessly thrashing together and whinnying in the grip of a fierce, wrenching rapture, they both climaxed at nearly the same instant, their strangled cries intermingling as their bodies throbbed in unison.

"Aawwonnnnggg!" Laura groaned. Her orgasm was almost painful as her cunt contracted around the huge pole inside of her. "Unghh! Oh! Awwonnnggg!"

Yvette was already face down on the sheet, which partly muffled her cries.

"Mmmnngggiieeeee!" she squealed, writhing, her face torn by sexual agony, her body stiff and quivering from shock after shock of deep ecstacy.

Finally, Laura's churning hips stopped thrusting. She collapsed face down on Yvette's back, then rolled to the side, reaching down and extricating the slimy dildo from both of them. Raising her face from the sheet, Yvette squinted at her.

"You, Laura, are an even more exciting pervert than I ever thought you were," she gasped, still not entirely recovered from the impact.

"I hope I didn't hurt you," Laura murmured hoarsely.

"Are you kidding?" Yvette grinned. "I felt like I was being nailed to the bed. God, that thing is huge. I thought it would split me open."

"I kind of got out of control," Laura apologized. "You were so beautiful."

Yvette batted her long lashes. "I think it only deserves repayment in kind," she said sexily.

"Mmmmm," Laura blushed, surprised to find her exhausted body suddenly tingling again in sexual anticipation. "You mean you still want 'to fuck me hard,' like you said?"

Yvette pushed her down on her back and hovered over her. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll wish I was a man, just so it wouldn't be so hard," she grinned, kissing Laura sensually.

"I could never wish you were a man," Laura said, gazing up at her.

"Mmmmm, but you don't mind me imitating one, right?" Yvette smiled as she reached for the huge double dildo, still wet with their juices from a wild orgasm only minutes earlier.

Laura flirted with her. "Oh, I don't know . . ." she teased. "I've been fucked pretty hard. Your own husband fucked me pretty hard once."

Yvette gulped, and her eyes went vaguely glassy for a second, though it was not news to her. "The bastard," she said.

"And by my boyfriend Rob. He fucked me hard in the ass too."

"Oh god . . . would you let me do that?" Yvette asked.

Laura smiled. "You want to fuck me in the ass while you fuck yourself in the pussy with it?" she asked softly.

Slowly Yvette nodded yes.

"There's baby oil in the bedstand drawer," Laura whispered, feeling her heart rise into her throat with excitement.

Yvette got it. "I'd better get a towel too," she said.

"No. I'll wash the sheet. Just hurry."

Laura couldn't believe how excited she was as Yvette removed the cap from the small plastic bottle. She wet her fingers with the oil and began massaging Laura's anus with it, finally inserting one, then two fingers.

"Ungghh!" Laura groaned softly.

"I don't know how you can stand letting me do this to you," Yvette said. "Or a man. God, it must hurt."

Laura panted, grimacing from the sensations, which were not painful but intense. "Not yet it doesn't," she panted.

She couldn't believe how aroused she was, shaking and mewling. Yvette too became more aroused as she fucked Laura's ass with her two fingers. Her eyes swirled with lust. Still with her fingers in Laura's ass, she leaned forward to kiss her.

"Kiss me and fuck me," Laura panted, kissing her back hungrily, and squeezing Yvette's small, perfect, dangling breasts in both hands.

"Yes . . . yes," Yvette panted too.

She began to fuck Laura more rapidly with her fingers, exciting them both even more. But finally she removed them, and grabbed one end of the huge dildo, pouring baby oil all over it and rubbing the oil on with her fingers.

"God, it'll never fit," she said under her breath as she brought the head of it down between Laura's asscheeks.

"Yes . . . yes it will," Laura gasped, watching as Yvette pushed the gigantic thing into the greased crack between her buns.

She couldn't remember if she or Karen had been fucked in the ass with it, but she guessed one or both of them had. They usually did everything that was possible.

"Owwngg!" she cried out, wincing and stiffening as the huge thing penetrated her ass. "Oh shit!"

"Want me to stop?"

"Are you kidding? Ohhhnnnn . . . oh Jesus!" Laura groaned, feeling her whole body engorged by the enormous hard pole of the dildo.

Yvette hovered over her, paralyzed by a mixture of fear and lust. Laura was in a trance of shocking white-hot pain, her beautiful face torn by agony and fierce sexual craving. She watched as Yvette guided the other end of the dildo up into her own pussy, fascinated by the thick pinkish tube sliding up into the shiny, clasping black cuntlips she had licked and sucked so passionately.

"Unnghh!" Yvette groaned, her eyes rolling up.

Now they were both fully penetrated by the monster, and both barely able to move. Their eyes were locked, throbbing together in a linked agony of sexual union. They barely even breathed as their trembling bodies tried to accomodate the overload of intense sensations.

Slowly, Yvette bent down over Laura and kissed her mouth patiently, even tenderly, becoming more passionate only when Laura's hands cupped her dangling breasts and squeezed them. Then she began moving her hips in a gentle, thrusting rhythm, fucking them both, but not too sharply, giving them both time to get used to it.

Nevertheless, the pain for Laura was intense, though it faded into wildly hot sexual stimulation after a minute or so.

"Ohhhnnnnn . . . ohhhnnnn god!" she moaned, twisting and quivering helplessly as red sheaths of pain enveloped her body.

"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . ." Yvette murmured, her teeth actually rasping against Laura's as their lips sought each other, kissing, gasping, moaning.

"Yes! Ohhnnnnn . . . yessss!" Laura groaned, feeling the pain melt away into a phenomenal blazing sexual delirium.

Now she churned her hips faster, feeling the massive pylon plunge deep into her ass. With one hand still cupping one of Yvette's exquisite breasts, she dropped the other to her clit and began massaging it rapidly with two fingers.

It seemed to them almost like slow motion, and yet they were groaning and squirming wildly, their impaled bodies surging and thrusting frantically. Yvette now began to fuck Laura the way she had threatened to do, but only because of the delirious mania that gripped them both.

"Unggh! Unghhh! Ohnng! Anngg!" Laura groaned as the huge dildo stabbed into her again and again.

"I'm going . . . to fuck you . . . hard! Hard!" Yvette panted, her own face contorted with fierce sexual excitement as she pumped and pumped, driving the other end of the dildo deep up into her own pussy as she pushed it also into Laura.

Both of them dissolved into a wild, hysterical fit of delirious, frantic fucking, their bodies colliding a frenzy of uncontrollable lust. Neither could keep it up for long. They both boiled over in hot spurting geysers of coming at nearly the same instant.

Laura came first, her whole engorged body throbbing and exploding in a shattering orgasm that felt like spidery flashes of scorching lightning shooting from the small tree trunk embedded in her ass.

"Ohnnnggmmnngggiieeee!" she cried out, unable to stifle her cries as the excruciating spasms ripped her.

Yvette slumped forward onto her and began coming a split second later, and only through the wild, pulsing fog of her own wrenching climax did she realize that the dildo inside Yvette's pussy had found her goddess spot, and she was erupting in a frightening series of profound orgasms. Laura embraced her, feeling Yvette's body quiver and hearing her clotted, remote moaning as the traumatic coming ravished her. Only after three or four wild, cataclysmic jolts did she surface enough to cry out into Laura's neck.

"Ungghhh! Oh . . . ungghh god! Oh!" she gasped, then sank again into another killing orgasm.

And this time her clenching, shuddering body moved the dildo again inside Laura's ass, stimulating her so much that she too came again, just as Yvette's orgasm peaked, so that they shook and moaned in harmony through a fierce mutual spasm of rapture. Finally, having exhausted the possibilities, they lay entwined together, panting and shocked by what they had just gone through together.

Both gritted their teeth as Yvette carefully removed the monster from their bodies.

"God, Laura," she breathed, "you've been holding out on me."

Laura grinned wanly. "I have to be better than Rhonda is to keep you," she said.

Yvette kissed her passionately. "I wish you wouldn't mention her. There's no comparison, really."

"But you were on your way to her place. You were going to bed with her. If you had stayed there, you'd be in bed with her right now instead of me."

Yvette giggled. "And bored to death. And what about you?" She pointed to the dildo. "That thing is made for two, not one. Don't tell me I'm the first person you've used it with."

Now Laura blushed. It was okay for her to be jealous, but she hated it when Yvette was. "Don't change the subject," she bluffed. "You loved fucking me with it."

"Mmmmmm, you're right, I did," Yvette grinned. "I fucked you in the ass, too. How did it feel?"

"Why? Do you want to try?"

"Mmmmm?" Yvette pondered it. "I never thought I would . . . until I saw how you just came."

Laura smiled. "Honey, if I could come like you just did I'd spend all my time just looking for that spot."

Yvette giggled softly. "It must've been just a lucky hit. I thought it was going to blow the top of my head off."

They snuggled and kissed and then fucked some more. By the time Yvette left, they had both reached the twenty orgasm mark. Laura, who had done it with others, couldn't recall if she and Yvette had ever reached it before, in their early days, before Arthur found out about them. At any rate, both were entirely satiated, glowing with love for each other, happy and smiling as they parted.