Charise was not gone more than five minutes when there was a rap on Laura’s door. Laura had been daydreaming about her beautiful Inky, the girl’s lovely young body, her fierce cries of rapture as Laura had made her come over and over. Laura was in a happy daze of tingling, warm, throbbing recollection, and the sound of someone knocking—it could only be Jane or Kendra—completely destroyed her mood, plunging her immediately into deep guilt and frantic anxiety.

Oh god, someone was home! she thought. Her heart sank as she walked to the door. Either she would be shamefaced and guilty, apologizing to Kendra for such wanton indecency, or she would be trying to cajole the embittered Jane out of her jealousy. Or trying not to let herself be seduced by the alluring, reckless little spitfire.

And it was Jane, not Kendra. Only this time Laura was shocked to see her simply standing there silently, fully clothed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"Oh Jane," she said softly, feeling somehow responsible.

She took Jane’s limp hand and drew her inside, shutting the door. Whether or not Jane was doing this as some kind of ploy or act, the tears continued to stream down her cheeks, dropping from her chin in a steady rain. The look on her beautiful young face was tragic.

"Jane . . . what’s the matter?" Laura asked, very concerned.

Jane’s voice was twisted from suppressed sobs. "How can you keep fucking Inky when you really love me instead?" she asked piteously.

"Oh Jane."

Laura didn’t know whether to burst out laughing or take her seriously. Jane was a very good actress, and yet very young too, and she really did feel that way. She was deeply jealous of Charise.

"I heard you!" Jane sobbed. "I heard her screaming . . . just a few minutes ago! You were fucking her!"

"Jane, calm down."

"You know I’m a better fuck than she is."

Laura backed Jane into the wall and wiped the tears from her cheeks with both hands. It was true that Jane was very desirable, and this act of suffering she was putting on made her tragically fetching. Laura was touched, and also aroused.

She kissed Jane before she quite knew what she was doing. Jane responded heatedly, stabbing her tongue back into Laura’s mouth, grabbing Laura’s head in both hands, jamming her lips against Laura’s.

"Each time you fuck her I’m going to make you fuck me too, just to remind you who’s better," she panted.

"Jane," Laura panted, trying to keep her wits about her. "Where is your mother?"

"She’s in San Jose at a workshop. She won’t be home until seven."

Laura glanced at the clock. It was only four-thirty. "Are you sure?"

Jane smirked. "You want to fuck me. I know you do."

Laura cracked a grin. She couldn’t deny it. She was an open book. Jane saw it. She took Laura’s hand. Though Laura was not reluctant at all, provided Kendra was away, she let Jane pull her toward the bedroom.

Only when they went through the door did she realize that the huge double dildo she had been using on Charise, and herself, was still on the rumpled sheets. The small bottle of baby oil was still on the bedside table too. It was very obvious that she and Charise had been heatedly fucking here only minutes ago.

Jane picked up the dildo. She wobbled it back and forth, watching the huge, hard tube sway in the air. Her eyes grew wide.

"Laura, you even nastier than I thought. Were you sticking this in that poor black little black nigger’s black pussy?"

"Jane!"

"Well, she is pretty black. I ain’t lying, at least."

Laura thought it was so strange. Jane was nearly as black as Charise. True, Charise was one of the two or three blackest girls Laura had ever slept with. And Laura loved the rich, deep black hue of her skin. But Jane was not much lighter, and Laura now ran her fingers and her lips all over Jane’s arms, and her neck.

"I love you . . . and I want to fuck you," she murmured, trying to distract the jealous girl, trying to turn her mind to something else. "Take off your clothes."

"You sure I’m black enough for you?" Jane teased her. "I ain’t as black as that little ink pot you been screwing." Jane ran her finger along the massive dildo. "Shit, now I see why she was screaming so much. You gonna fuck me with this giant thing too?"

Laura unbuttoned Jane’s shirt quickly, hungry to get at her body. "Anything you want," she murmured, kissing Jane’s smooth chest, dropping her lips to the cleavage between the girl’s breasts, still encased in her bra.

"Don’t know if I want that," Jane pouted playfully. "You are one kinky old white lady, Laura. And you tickling me! What are you trying to do, eat my poor little titties?"

"Yes," Laura confessed, unclasping Jane’s bra, falling like a mad, lust-crazed rapist on the girl’s springy, perfect, pear-shaped young naked breasts.

"Ohhhnnn god . . . that feels good!" Jane moaned, looking down at Laura’s hands and lips on her breasts, biting her lip as one of her large, gleaming black nipples disappeared into Laura’s mouth. "You like them, don’t you. Don’t you like my boobs?"

Laura pulled her to the bed. "I love them. I love every inch of your wonderful body."

"What if I didn’t let you fuck me?" Jane laughed, pulling away, hard-to-get. "Wouldn’t you be upset? Wouldn’t it drive you crazy? Wanting to fuck me, but I wouldn’t let you?"

"Jane, please."

Laura felt like a lecher. I am a lecher! she realized.

"Shit, you just raped that poor little black nigger Inky within an inch of her life, and you still ain’t satisfied. You dragging me to your old smelly bed, pawing my pretty young boobs."

"Jane, please."

"Oooohhh, I like it when you beg." She cupped her breasts in both hands, as if offering them to Laura. "You like to suck my big shiny nipples, don’t you."

"You like it too."

Now Jane flirted, shamelessly. "You’re right, I do. Maybe I’ll let you do it some more." She sauntered over to Laura. "What’ll you give me if I let you?"

Laura smiled, bemused. "I’ll fuck you so hard, you’ll wish you hadn’t knocked on the door."

"I hardly believe that’s possible." Her dark eyes danced with happy mischief and sexual excitement. Both of them, Laura knew, were wildly aroused. Jane glanced down at the massive double dildo, where she had tossed it back to the bed. "You gonna do it with that?"

"You sound like you want me to."

"Must hurt."

"Oh no." Laura grabbed her, filling her hands with Jane’s naked breasts. "It doesn’t hurt. Want to feel it?"

Now Jane, her eyes glassy, swimming with sexual need and saucy provocation, finally turned her mouth up to Laura, her full sensual lips parted, inviting. Laura kissed her roughly, demandingly, squeezing her breasts, finally falling onto the bed without letting her go. She wanted to rape her, to consume her, to ravish her just as forcefully as she had ravished Charise only an hour ago.

She tore at Jane’s clothes, and Jane tore at hers, until they were both completely naked. It was so different from fucking with Charise. Jane was hot, hot enough to burn you, hot enough to go up in flames, and fucking with her was like walking into a firestorm. Laura may have wanted to rape her, but she ended up, as rarely happened, by being raped herself.

Jane was a pistol, and she maneuvered Laura onto her back, a sinister and half-sadistic sexual smile on her face, grabbing the huge double dildo that lay next to them where she had flung it a few moments ago.

"I’m gonna fuck you, Laura," she snarled, with mock-sadism. "I’m gonna fuck you so hard." Then she leaned down, licking Laura’s ear, brushing Laura’s naked breasts with her own. "Don’t you want me to fuck you hard?" she whispered. "You always fucking me hard. Now I’m gonna fuck you hard."

"God . . . Jane, yes!" Laura panted, delirious with lust and excitement, and a little fear, since Jane would do anything.

But what she began doing, at least, charged up Laura’s lust to another level. She began sweetly assaulting Laura’s naked body with an athletic passion that had Laura deliriously aroused and consumed with fuck-hunger in only a few minutes. Jane absolutely devoured Laura’s breasts, squeezing and sucking them and pinching Laura’s wet, erect nipples savagely in a frenzied way that she had never shown before. She grunted and made loud sucking noises, and finally sank her teeth into one throbbing nipple.

A hot squirt of pain shot through Laura’s breast, followed by a fierce flame of wild sexual excitement in her pussy. "Owwnngghhh!" she cried out.

"I’m gonna fuck you, Laura!" Jane panted, half-crazed. "I’m gonna fuck you!" she threatened, biting Laura’s other nipple the same way.

"Anngghhh! Oh shit . . . Jane, yes!" Laura gasped, twisting uncontrollably under her, dying to merge their bodies, to fuck in a wild frenzy with Jane. "Do it . . . please, quick!"

She could see in Jane’s glazed, throbbing eyes that she was just as wildly aroused. Jane grabbed the huge dildo and began to push one end of it into Laura’s wet, open pussy. For some reason, to Laura it felt even bigger than before, a massive piston, a huge hard tube entering her, forcing her pussy open to the splitting point, inching in further, further, until she was totally crammed full of it.

"Unghh!" she groaned softly, watching as Jane, biting her lower lip, her eyes watering, lowered her own beautiful pussy onto the other end of the enormous imitation cock.

"Hhhh!" Jane gasped. "Oh fuck! This thing is big!"

The sight of the massive pole inching into Jane’s delectable slit gave Laura the hot quivers. She ran her hands up to Jane’s dangling breasts, squeezing the gorgeous, pear-shaped globes, pinching Jane's huge, gleaming black nipples. She had never seen Jane more beautiful, her lovely young face transfixed in sexual rapture as the gargantuan dildo slid deep into her cunt.

The intense sensations made Jane’s body grow briefly weak, but she quickly recovered and bent down over Laura, kissing her neck, her ear, then her mouth. Laura responded eagerly. She realized that the two of them had never been locked in a more exciting sexual moment together.

"Now . . . I’m gonna fuck you, Laura," Jane repeated, her breath interrupted by uncontrollable sexual panting.

She placed a palm flat on the mattress on either side of Laura’s head and swished her exquisite naked breasts in Laura’s face, knowing how enraptured Laura was by them. Laura caught them again in her hands and guided one of Jane’s large, shiny, puffy black nipples into her mouth. She sucked it hard, pinching the thick bulb against the roof of her mouth with her tongue. Jane groaned and went wild, beginning to gyrate and pump with her hips, driving both ends of the gigantic dildo in and out of their bodies.

Oh god, we’re both going to come too fast! Laura realized. The moment was so shockingly intense that she wanted to prolong it, didn’t want it to end. Jane was impossibly, exquisitely gorgeous, the thin, wispy curls that dangled in front of each sculptured ear shaking and swaying as she threw her head back, her face seized by a sublime grimace of fierce ecstacy, her lean, smooth, shapely body surging and flexing as she fucked them both in a rocking, moaning rhythm.

Overcome by intense love for Jane, Laura pulled the girl down against her so that she could feel as much of Jane’s naked body as possible as they thrashed and groaned and fucked in wild abandon. The dildo was fairly thick and rigid, but Laura slid one hand down between them to hold it in place while they drove their groins together in a pumping frenzy. Jane’s breasts mashed against Laura’s, and they kissed heatedly, still fucking crazily, their hot breath and keening whimpers intermingling as they drew closer and closer to a final explosion.

"Oh . . . Laura . . . !"

"Ungghh! Yes!"

"Anngghh . . . oh Laura!"

"Yes, Jane . . . unghhh! Oh yes, harder, fuck me hard! Unghh!"

Laura realized in a split second that she was going to come. She couldn’t wait for Jane. The piercing thrill of this moment shot through her, and a shattering orgasm rose up behind it to engulf her. Then, she heard Jane pant desperately into her ear.

"Oh god . . . Laura, I’m gonna come!"

"Oh god, Jane, yes, me too!"

"Auunngghiiieee!" Jane groaned loudly, her young body flexing and clenching as the sharp spasms ripped through her flesh.

Laura actually came a split second before Jane, but the climax simply knocked the air out of her lungs, hammering her so completely that she nearly fainted for a brief second, then felt her whole body erupt in fire as Jane too convulsed in orgasmic waves. The quality of her orgasm was different because of the huge rubber cock stuffing her pussy, and ramming sharply into her cervix, making her scream and cry out, as Jane did, when the successive shocks of piercing rapture finally overtook her.

"Ouunngghhh! Ohnggg god oh yes Jane oouungghhhh! Aungghh!" she groaned, coming in short, shocking bursts of sharp pleasure.

In the back of her mind, Laura felt relief that it was Jane she was fucking, that there was no one upstairs to overhear them because they both screamed in uncontrollable outbursts as they came unbelievably in each other’s arms. And the intensity was so overpowering that neither one wanted it to stop. Their hips swirled and quivered as they came, but they never stopped undulating in a slow rhythm that soon grew more urgent again as both realized they were not finished.

Laura caught Jane’s sensual mouth with her own in a searing, scorching kiss, her fingers digging into the smooth, resilient flesh of Jane’s naked back.

"Fuck me . . . yes, fuck me . . . fuck me again!" she growled into Jane’s ear. "Oh god, I love you, Jane!"

"Unghh!" Jane groaned as the huge dildo pierced her young pussy deeper and deeper. She held Laura tightly as they fucked every second in a rapt, more urgent frenzy. "Oh god, Laura . . . don’t ever fuck Inky again, please!" she panted in Laura’s ear. "Just me . . . just me! Ungghhh! Oh Jesus . . . you’re gonna make me come again!"

"Yes!"

"Ungghh! Oh!"

Again they came together in a writhing, whimpering, groaning mass of feverish explosions, clutching and kneading each other, sucking and probing and biting each other’s flesh as another wrenching climax shook each one. At the last instant, Laura had again managed to scoop one of Jane’s young, incredibly hard breasts into her hand and guide Jane’s large, shiny black nipple into her mouth, where she nearly swallowed it, bringing on a ferocious orgasm in them both. Jane’s nipple was still in her mouth as they both nearly collapsed under the force of an acute seizure of coming.

Their second shared orgasm hammered them both so hard that it took minutes for them to revive enough to disentangle their bodies. Both winced and sighed as the huge love toy slid out of their plundered pussies.

"Shit . . . that thing is evil," Jane grimaced as the wet dildo fell between them on the bed. "Where’d you get that fucking thing?"

Laura pouted playfully. "I believe you liked the results," she said, deadpan.

Jane smiled her fetching, little-girl smile. She shook her head. "I didn’t know sex could be like that. It must be why my mama likes dick so much."

Now Laura was hurt, but she tried not to show it. Both Charise and Jane talking so much about ‘dick’ made her feel deeply insecure and jealous. And yet she knew neither one could wait to hop into her bed at every opportunity.

Furthermore, having shared this intense sexual act with Jane, she was more in love with the wild teenager than ever. Jane in the throes of a fierce orgasm had been so beautiful that Laura was moved just looking at her lovely young face and remembering how it had grimaced in a wild spasm of ecstacy. And of course her naked body was a total masterpiece of perfection.

She pulled Jane down beside her. "When will she be back?"

"I told you. Seven." Jane crinkled her nose. "It’s only six. I know what you thinking."

"You must be thinking it too." Laura couldn’t help confessing. Her heart was overflowing. "Jane, I love you."

"Then don’t be fucking Inky any more," Jane said, petulantly. "It makes me hella jealous."

Instead of answering, Laura swarmed all over her, and in seconds they were again fucking. But this time it was not a hard-thrusting, vigorous rape as they had performed on each other with the double dildo. Instead, they made love, since Laura was not to be denied her chance to kiss and lick Jane’s exquisitely beautiful pussy, which she did with carefully controlled skill until Jane was shuddering and arching and coming in huge blossoming hot orgasmic sunbursts.

These left her exhausted and subdued, drained of all the fire and defiance and the urgent sexual hunger that had earlier made her rape Laura, thrilling them both by the switch of their usual roles.

"If we don’t stop," she said wearily to Laura, "my mama gonna know I been fooling around with you just because I’m so tired. Nothing makes me as tired as fucking with Laura." She grinned a devilish grin. "She even said that once."

"Really?" Laura couldn’t believe it. Kendra might feel it, but she wouldn’t say that in front of Jane.

"Actually, she said, ‘That woman is worse than a man. She don’t have to stop.’ That’s exactly what she said."

Laura blushed. "You’re embarrassing me."

Jane started to get dressed. "You and my mama ain’t done it in a long time, have you. What’s the matter, you get tired of her?"

Laura shook her head. "I think she’s too busy with that guy Marshall."

Laura remembered him fondly. The night she and Kendra had spent with Marshall still stood out in her memory. She hadn’t been fucked so much or so hard in a while as that night. And the last time she and Kendra had gone to bed alone together was the time Kendra had fucked Laura with her thigh, in the Ms. Olympia fashion, which reminded Laura of Brandi as well. Since then, she had again experienced the real thing, but that didn’t make her miss Kendra any less.

"I think I’m jealous of her too," Jane said, seriously. "You better not do it with her any more either. She got enough dick in her life. She don’t need you."

Laura became suddenly quiet. Both she and Jane realized that Jane was trying to control Laura’s life, her sex life, who she slept with. Jane meant every word, but they both knew it was not possible. But Jane had never been more enchanting to Laura. She leaned close, interrupting Laura’s pensive moment.

"You know, I feel guilty going away without doing you one more time," Jane said softly, apologetically. "You just made me . . . I don’t know, it felt like my pussy was exploding."

Laura smiled and kissed her. Between Charise and Jane, she had had several exquisite orgasms in the past couple of hours. "Don’t worry, honey. I am completely satisfied. I will dream of you all night."

"Really?"

Laura nodded, thinking that she probably would. The memory of Jane’s sleek, black, gleaming body flexing and straining as she came, and the image in Laura’s mind of the girl’s beautiful face torn by the shattering pleasure of her orgasms, would not fade soon.