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

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

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

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

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

"But last night, girl, you went over the top."

"I’m . . . sorry." Laura tried to sound contrite. We fucked ourselves silly, didn’t we? she wanted to giggle.

"I don’t know whether you are because you keep doing it."

"I’ll stop."

"Let’s talk about it when you get home, after work."

"Okay."

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

"God, you look stunning," Laura said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"God, you’re sure right there."

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

"Takes one to know one," Laura taunted.

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

"Are you envious?"

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

"Want to taste it? Where’s Jane?"

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

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

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

"Sploojie?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Maybe you’ve been lucky," Laura said, dourly.

Kendra’s smile sparkled. "You can say that again."

"Look, you can do me a favor and rub some aloe vera into my back."

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

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

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

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

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

"Bra too," Kendra smiled with fake sweetness.

"You just want to see my boobs," Laura smiled.

Kendra nodded. "Seen ‘em before. They’re worth looking at."

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

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

"Somebody else," Laura said, almost inaudibly.

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

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

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

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

"You the one who took off her shirt."

"Can I take off yours too?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You came?"

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

"They do. If they get this far, I don’t care."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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