Wild-eyed, Jane was waiting for Laura when she reached the lobby of the building. Laura had not noticed until now, but Jane was wearing a wispy little black teddy, fantastically sexy. She was naked under it, but she held back in the shadows of the lobby, behind the huge ficus plant, so that it wasn't apparent that she was nearly naked.

"Jane . . . you're naked!" Laura said under her breath. "Are you crazy?"

"You the one who's the tramp, Laura," Jane said, emerging from behind the plant. "You the guys who were having the orghee up there."

"Or-gee," Laura said. "It's pronounced 'or-gee'." She looked around, terrified that someone would walk in on them.

Even though Laura was pleasantly satisfied, sexually, and felt no special lust at the moment, just looking at Jane's near-naked body was enough to heat her up quickly. Jane had a gorgeous teen-age body, her breasts jutting through the filmy black cloth of the teddy, her large black nipples round and glimmering in the weak light. Her thighs below the high hem were completely naked.

"Or-gee, then," Jane smiled a goofy smile which suddenly turned cagey, revealing to Laura that she was completely in control. "I heard you two screaming. You and that little tiny girl. She cute, I'll have to give you that. Her boyfriend do you both? He got a long one? Shit, you two was screaming, girl. I'll bet he got a long one."

"Shhhh!" Laura said, looking around nervously again. "What are you doing here . . . in that?"

"Don't you like it?" Jane flirted boldly, turning and thrusting out her peerless ass at Laura. "That one you was just fucking with her boyfriend thinks she has a great booty. I can tell by the way she swishes it around. But it don't compare with this one. What do you think?"

"Jane, I think you're half-crazy," Laura said. "Come with me."

She grabbed her by the elbow, trying to shield Jane's figure from the outside, guiding her toward the elevators, hoping they wouldn't encounter anyone coming out of one. They didn't. But Laura lived on the eighth floor. As soon as the doors slid shut, Jane lifted the teddy over her head and flung it across the elevator. She was gloriously naked.

"Jane!"

"Put your hands on my body," Jane said, pushing Laura against the wall of the elevator. She took both of Laura's hands and pulled them up to her firm, springy breasts. "You want to fuck me, don't you. Those guys just got you warmed up for me. You want to fuck me, Laura. You can fuck me right here, in the elevator."

"Jane . . . please! Oh god, the door's going to open!"

"Ain't nobody gon' be there."

They paused, as if frozen in the frame of a movie, watching in paralyzed horror—at least Laura was horrified—as the doors slid open on the eighth floor.

"See, I told you," Jane said, stooping to scoop up her teddy from the floor as Laura forcibly dragged her out of the elevator and quickly down the hall.

It seemed to take an eternity for Laura to get the door open. She dropped her keys twice. Finally, it opened and she yanked Jane inside. But the sight of her naked breasts jiggling, Laura realized to her chagrin, was really arousing.

"I see the way you looking at them, Laura," Jane said, slyly.

"Jane . . . we have to have a talk."

"Let's talk after we fuck. You guys' orghee just got me pretty hot up there, and I couldn't wait until they left so we could do it. Come on, Laura, you and I haven't fucked for weeks."

It was true, Laura reflected. Last time they had fucked one another with the huge double dildo and nearly perished together in a bonfire of shared ecstacy. Then they had made love with sweet, all-consuming, tender passion. It had been a stirring experience for them both.

But right now, Laura was torn between mad exasperation at Jane's craziness and fresh lust for her beautiful naked body. "Let's talk first," she said. "I'll get you a robe."

Jane dangled the teddy from one forefinger. "I can put this back on," she smiled devilishly. "It's my Mama's. What do you think? Don't I look better in it that she does?"

"You're too sexy in it," Laura grinned, going to her bedroom to get a robe.

But Jane, who had no manners, was right behind her. She sniffed the air. "People been fucking like crazy in here," she said in mock awe. "I can smell hot pussy and raging dick. And look at those sheets. Still wet. Sploogie all over the place."

Laura giggled out loud. Of course it shouldn't be shocking to hear Jane use the same word her mother used. At the same time, she was mortified. Jane was right: there were ugly damp spots all over the sheets, as well as wadded-up, soiled towels lying around everywhere. It really looked like a small army had been fucking in here.

Quickly, she grabbed a bathrobe out of the closet and handed it to Jane. "Put this on."

"You don't like my body," Jane pouted. "You used to like it. You used to suck my titties like you wanted to swallow them."

I do, Laura thought, unable to keep herself from glancing down at the hard, pear-shaped beauties, and Jane's large, shiny black nipples. "I love your body," Laura said.

Slowly Jane pulled on the robe, doing it clearly out of deference to Laura's wishes. She pointed to the wet spots on the sheets. "Are you sure there was only one dude here? He kind of like the fire department, right? One guy left all this wet?"

Laura smiled noncommittally. "Come into the living room with me."

"Right, we better do it in there. Not so wet."

Laura drew her to the sofa, which faced the window that had a gorgeous view of the city lights. "We have to talk, Jane. You want a soda or something?"

"You could give me a half glass of wine. My Mama lets me drink it sometimes. Special occasions, you know."

"Haven't I corrupted you enough?" Laura grinned wryly.

"Not enough for me," Jane said. "I still think we ought to skip the talk and just get straight to the Big Thing. I'm pretty horny after that orghee of yours. Seeing and smelling your bedroom made it worse."

"If I get you a small glass of wine, promise not to tell anyone?"

"Cross my heart. Want to see me cross my heart?" she asked, eyes flashing mischief.

She pulled the robe open, exposing one exquisitely beautiful naked breast. Then she made a playful crossing with her forefinger over it, brushing the large, gleaming, black nipple with her fingertip.

"Ooohh," she gasped, "I think that made my nipple a little excited. I think it could use a kiss, or a lick."

Laura reached over and pulled the lapel of the robe shut again. Then she stood up and went to the kitchen, pouring them each a small glass of wine. She returned with the glasses and sat down at the other end of the small sofa.

"Tell me why you've been spying on me," she said, straightforwardly, looking Jane directly in the eye, but not hostile.

Instead of answering, Jane raised her glass, her eyes defiant. "Let's have a toast first. To more orghees. Maybe you can invite me next time."

"It's pronounced 'or-gee,' Jane," Laura said patiently. She clinked Jane's glass with her own. "Why have you been spying on me?"

"It ain't spying. I get jealous. I saw that beautiful sister you were with the other night, the one with the big boobs and the wild bod. I didn't know you ever had anybody that beautiful up here fucking with you. Made me hella mad . . . and sort of sad, too."

Without even seeing a sign that Jane would cry, Laura saw two huge tears roll down Jane's cheeks as she spoke. Oh Jane! she thought.

"Why sad?" she asked.

But she knew why. With competition like Charise, or Tiffany, or Mavis, Jane felt she was on even ground and could easily handle them. They were teenagers like her, and she knew she was hot, and beautiful. But Trina was a grown woman, like her mother, almost the same age, probably, with a voluptuous figure and plenty of experience. How could Jane hope to compete for Laura's affections with such a stunning woman?

Jane's tears kept coming. Even though Laura had seen her cry like this before, and knew Jane was capable of the cheapest manipulations to get her way (takes one to know one, she thought, ruefully), she could never stand watching it, watching her cry. Jane's beautiful young face was tragic, wet, her eyes glistening.

"What's her name?" Jane asked through soft, choked sobs.

"Trina. Why do you want to know?"

"I don't know," Jane sniffed. "So's I can hate her, I guess."

"You don't have to hate her. She's married. She has a kid. We see each other very rarely."

"What about the little one with the hot booty, and her boyfriend? The dude who wet the bedroom."

She smiled fetchingly through her tears.

Laura smiled back warmly. No matter how much delicious fucking she did with Tiffany, the girl could never replace Jane in her heart.

"They don't count when it comes to you," she said. She sat her wine glass down on the end table and scooted closer to Jane. "Why are you crying? You know how I love you. Where's your mother tonight?"

Laura couldn't help this graceless question. She knew nothing could keep her hands off Jane now and wanted to know what risk they were running.

Artlessly, knowing exactly the import of this question, Jane smiled. "She went to Reno with Marshall. They ain't coming home until tomorrow night."

With one finger, Laura loosened the knot in the sash holding Jane's robe closed. Then she untied it altogether with one more move of her finger. Her lips were very close to Jane's wet face.

"I'm going to kiss your tears away," she whispered.

She kissed each smooth, damp cheek, tasting the salty tears. She ran the tip of her tongue all over Jane's sensual lips.

"Laura, I ain't even kissed you yet, and I'm getting all wet down there," Jane panted.

"Me too."

"We could go upstairs and use Mama's bed. It ain't all sploogied out like yours."

"I think it's more romantic to do it here in the moonlight," Laura said.

"I guess you're right. It's romantic." Jane opened the robe and slipped it off her shoulders. "I never been fucked in the moonlight."

"What about your boyfriend?" Laura murmured, kissing her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders. "Your mother told me you had a new boyfriend."

"Guess you could say that."

"Why aren't you with him . . . instead of me?"

"He don't kiss as good as you," Jane grinned.

Now Laura held both of Jane's hard, upswept breasts in her hands, brushing her large, soft nipples gently with her thumbs. At the same time, she was kissing every part of the girl's body from her shoulders up. Jane was exquisitely formed, fresh, dark, smooth, warm, a feast for Laura's lips. Somehow after the 'orghee,' as Jane called it, where even though there were only three of them, bodies had seemed to be everywhere, this moment of intimacy in the dark with only Jane, her body lit up by the faint city lights, was breathtaking and sweet for Laura.

"What's his name?" Laura breathed as she kissed Jane's ear, now lightly pinching both of Jane's nipples between her thumbs and fingertips. "My turn to be jealous."

"Keeshon Parker. Ohhhh, Laura, that feels good."

Laura couldn't help but giggle inwardly at this. Jane's mother had been the one to fume comically about the names black mothers visited on their children. That was why she had named her own daughter Jane, plainest, most vanilla of names.

By now Laura was kissing her sculptured clavicles, her smooth upper chest, squeezing the hard, resilient globes of Jane's breasts more urgently. "I'll bet Keeshon loves this body," she whispered, dropping her lips to one large, puffy, obsidian-black nipple.

"He just want to fuck it," Jane panted, watching Laura lick her nipple sensually, then suck it into her mouth. "Unhhh! Oh . . . yes, Laura."

"Mmmm, I want to fuck it too."

She held Jane's breast in both hands and bathed her large nipple with warm saliva, licking and lip-pinching it until Jane was gasping, her eyes rolling up.

"He don't even want to wear a rubber," Jane panted.

"Men are such beasts," Laura said, deadpan.

"Right," Jane half-giggled, then gasped as Laura sucked her whole nipple deep into her mouth again. "Oh!"

Laura tried not to feel it, but she knew she now had competition. It didn't sound like Jane was too wild about Keeshon, but Laura did want to make sure the girl knew where to come for sex that would put him in the shadows. She bunched Jane's firm breasts up in her hands and assaulted Jane's swollen black nipples with her mouth, sucking them ravenously, letting Jane feel a little teeth, tongue-lashing them, sucking them hard again.

"I just love your body . . . your breasts," she panted, slurping and sucking passionately, squeezing them, making Jane's shiny wet nipples stand up like long black cones from the balls of her breasts.

"Oh god, Laura . . . I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" Jane gasped, writhing in the sofa cushions as Laura pushed her down onto her back.

"No you're not," Laura murmured to her. "You're not going to come until I say so."

"I think you may not be able to stop me," Jane panted, her face tense with sexual need, her body undulating under Laura as Laura mouth-mauled her wet, shiny breasts. "Your orghee got me all hot already. Oh! Oh god, Laura, yes, suck it hard, like that! Unhh! If you lick my pussy, I'll come! Please, Laura! Please!"

Laura was very aroused too, but she wanted to come with Jane, wanted them to come together. Earlier with Tiffany and Damon, they had all climaxed several times, but it had been, as Jane said, truly nothing but an exciting orgy. This was deeper, more emotional, the bond between Laura and Jane stronger.

"I want to come with you," Laura panted into her lovely, glossy black ear.

"Yes!" Jane gasped. "Please! Oh Laura!"

Quickly, Laura slipped out of her clothes. She was wearing no underwear, having only quickly pulled on jeans and a loose jersey to go downstairs. Naked, she embraced Jane and they coiled together on the sofa, kissing hungrily, mewling and whimpering and panting uncontrollably.

"Oh Laura, put your pussy against mine," Jane begged. "We're both so wet . . . and hot. I know we can come in a second."

"Yes," Laura panted. "Lie back. Spread your thighs and hold your pussy open with your hand . . . like this."

Pushing Jane onto her back, Laura slipped one leg under one of Jane's, holding her own pussy wide open with two fingers, her groin hovering directly over Jane's. Both of them looked down at their swollen, wet pussies, only inches apart. Jane, with a quivering hand, spread her cuntlips as Laura had coached her.

"Now I can rub my clit against yours," Laura panted softly, delirious with sexual excitement, lowering her pussy down onto Jane's.

"Anngghh!" Jane groaned as they both felt the hot, wet meat of their inflamed cunts meld together, a squinchy, acutely intimate contact unlike any they had ever felt together before. "Oh god!"

"Yes, baby!"

Laura wanted to kiss her. She yearned to kiss her, longed to hold Jane and fuck her and kiss her and feel their hot, wet pussies squirming together. But in this position, it was impossible. Instead, she moved her pelvis slowly back and forth, letting their greasy vulva slide together, feeling along with Jane the hot waves of sex flow back and forth between their intimately joined bodies.

The sensations were so intense that both of them nearly lost control. Their bodies throbbed in unison, their eyes, glazed and pulsing with hot need, were locked together, their breath rough and rapid. Slowly, Laura gyrated her pussy into Jane's, watching Jane's face transition from awed excitement to furious sexual urgency as she began to gyrate her pelvis back and up into Laura's.

"I'm going to come, Laura. Do it hard," she said, almost calmly, then bit her lower lip, her eyes rolling up.

"Yes . . . Jane . . . let me rub your clit with mine," Laura panted, maneuvering her hand down between them, guiding the hard nubbin of her erect clit into Jane's, which was big and swollen and easy to feel with the back of her knuckle.

She clenched her teeth against the explosion and rubbed her pussy very hard against Jane's at this instant, and both of them, after a few plunging, awkward thrusts, began to overflow in a big, bursting, flowering orgasm that shook them at the same moment.

"Oh yes! Oh yes!" Jane gasped. "Auungghhiiieeee! Ungghhiieee!"

Their hot, striving bodies tangled together on the sofa, they writhed and surged together, pumping, coming in sharp spasms.

"Uhgghhhh! Oh!" Laura cried out, feeling honey flames bathe her pussy as warm juices flooded both her and Jane, making their cunts slipperier than ever as they slid together. "Auungghhh! Oh . . . Jane!"

She fell forward onto Jane, still pumping and undulating as the sharp, pleasurable spasms wrenched her body, gasping and panting, whimpering into Jane's shoulder. Jane kissed her, grabbing Laura's head in both hands and mashing her hungry, sensual mouth into Laura's, stabbing her tongue deep into Laura's mouth, still gyrating her cunt up into Laura, even though now it was only sliding against Laura's thigh muscle.

But it was a thrilling, intense sexual moment that neither was willing to let go. They rubbed their bodies together, panting, groaning softly, kissing ravenously, still fucking, still unwilling to stop, churning their hips, pushing their pussies into each other's skin wherever possible. Finally, Laura slid her hand, her fingers still wet with their mingled cunt juices, back down to Jane's crotch, slipping two fingers into the warm, flowing channel of Jane's tight young pussy, fingerfucking Jane rapidly.

Jane went wild. "Unhh! Unhh! Oh . . . harder . . . oh Laura . . . I'm going do it again!"

"Me . . . too!" Laura gasped as she felt Jane's fingers slide into her cunt too. "Ungghh! Yes!"

With her other hand, Jane managed to grab one of Laura's dangling breasts and guide Laura's nipple into her mouth, sucking it savagely. This was enough to trigger them both again, and they were suddenly overwhelmed by the shuddering spasms of a second climax, thrashing and churning together, whimpering and whinnying helplessly in the sofa cushions.

Finally, the whirlwind slowly dissipated, leaving them gasping and entangled, Laura on top of Jane, both barely able to move. Then they slowly separated. Both were still stunned by the fury of their two shared orgasms.

Jane smiled girlishly up at Laura. "You never fucked me like that before. So wild. Must've been that orghee of yours that got you heated up, just like me."

So hot was the sex with Jane that Laura had nearly forgotten the earlier part of the evening, with Tiffany and Damon. Jane was right: they had never fucked in such a hot, insatiable fury.

"I guess it's just what you do to me, you devil," Laura teased her, finally pulling her body off the delicious naked teenager. "You know, if you help me change the sheets and the mattress pad, you could spend the night here. Nobody will know."

Jane looked agreeably surprised, then made a funny face. "You don't want to stop, do you. You nasty, girl. You want to keep on fucking, don't you. I never knew anybody like you. Even Keeshon gotta stop after two. He can't get it up again."

"Only two?"

"Well . . . maybe more, but we never have time for more than two. Even though my Mama encourages it, you know. She want me to like dick, not Laura." She crinkled her nose playfully. "I like both, like she does, but I like Laura best."

Laura went to use the bathroom and get the fresh sheets. She came upon Jane, still stark naked, in the bedroom, holding in her hand the bowed rubber quadruple dildo, the one with a fake penis for each nether orifice of each girl, one of Laura's secret treasures. Jane was examining it with awe, running her forefinger along each penis.

"What are you doing with that?" Laura asked, feigning irritation.

"I was looking for that long rubber dick we did it with last time . . . and I found this under the bed. Laura, you much kinkier than I thought. Looks like this thingee could cause some pretty powerful . . ."

Laura snatched it out of her hand before she could continue. "Want to find out?" she grinned.

Jane squinted uncomfortably. She pointed to one of the appendages that was meant to go up the back track. "You ain't ever had more than your little finger up me," she said softly. "That thing might hurt."

"I guarantee it won't hurt," Laura said, flatly. "It will make you fly to heaven and never want to come back."

Jane burst into a broad grin. "Bet you're right. Sure it don't hurt?"

"I'm sure. Would I hurt you? I adore you?"

Jane, smiling, tilted her head from side to side, overcome by delight. "We gonna burn this place down," she said. "My Mama and Marshall come back, ain't gonna to be any apartment house left here, only ashes."

Laura flung the perverse toy over on the chair and took Jane's marvelous naked body in her arms, kissing her passionately. At times she wanted to kill the girl, but at moments like these her lust for Jane seemed to know no boundaries. She just wanted to devour and consume her, and fuck her until fucking was no longer possible. Good thing her mother doesn't know, she thought guiltily.

They were both still naked, and this kissing and passionate rubbing was arousing them both again quickly.

"We gon' be fucking again on your orghee sheets if we don't stop it and change them," Jane whispered into Laura's lips.

"It's or-gee, Jane," Laura corrected her as they stripped the bed. Laura was trying to keep her eyes off Jane's marvelous bobbing breasts. "Say it with me, now. Or. Gee."

"Or. Gee. I got it." Jane crinkled her nose again. "Now you and I gon' have our own or-gee. Right?"

Laura smiled at her. Jane could be so devious, so crazy. She could also be so fetching and girlish and unaffected. "We sure are," Laura said calmly.

They finished with the bed, and Laura retrieved their wine glasses from the living room. They had fallen into heated fucking so quickly that they had each barely touched the wine. Now they sat on the edge of the bed, laughing and sipping. Just two girls having a pajama party . . . without the pajamas, Laura thought.

"This wine makes me dizzy," Jane said, setting her glass down on the bedstand.

"You better watch out," Laura teased, "or I might make a pass at you."

"You mean get me drunk and rape me?" Jane squinted.

"That's what I mean," Laura said, setting down her own glass.

The wine and looking at Jane's marvelous, young, naked body had heated up her blood again, and she could feel the familiar, insistent, prickling urges in her pussy, driving her to engulf the lovely girl in a flood of passion.

"You gon' fuck me with that weird thing?"

"My darling, we're going to fuck each other with it," Laura purred, pushing Jane down on her back and reaching for the bedstand drawer at the same time with her free hand, withdrawing the bottle of baby oil that was always there.

"Ooohhh, I'm afraid of you," Jane giggled. "I think you mean business."

Laura retrieved the four-pronged dildo from the chair. Getting the first two prongs into Jane was the dicey part since Jane's body drove her, Laura, into frenzies of lust, and lubricating her asshole, getting her hand down in that incredible paradise of Jane's firm, high, round ass, and also toying with her exquisite young pussy, all that was enough to tempt Laura just to devour her on the spot, flinging the toy aside as too much trouble.

But she got control of herself. "Lift up that gorgeous ass so I can put a towel under it," she said.

Jane complied, her eyes growing glassy now, fixed on Laura's face, then her hands as she unscrewed the cap on the baby oil bottle. "You love my black ass, don't you," she whispered, already panting softly.

"I love it," Laura admitted.

Jane watched Laura spread a film of oil over her forefinger. Then she held her breath while Laura slid it between her round, firm buns, pushing her fingertip against the tightly-shut little entryway until it yielded and her finger slid in.

"Unhh!" Jane gasped, eyes watering. "See, even that one feels big to me."

"Just give it a minute, darling," Laura reassured her softly.

She didn't even move her finger, giving Jane time to absorb the sensations. Then, after a few seconds, she began to rotate it slowly. Meanwhile, as she had known would happen, Jane's succulent pussy became swollen and puckered, her long, sinuous cuntlips shiny with nectars, the insides ruby red and glimmering wetly. Jane had an extraordinarily beautiful pussy, and now it was more desirable than ever, juicy and hot. It was all Laura could do to restrain herself from pushing her mouth hungrily into it, tongue-fucking the girl into wild trajectories of frenzied coming.

"Ohhnnn, Laura . . . that feels good!" Jane finally moaned softly as Laura began to fuck her lubricated asshole slowly with her finger.

Laura, finally unable to resist, began to lick Jane's festering, blossoming pussy while she moved her finger slowly in and out of Jane's rectum, vowing to herself that at the slightest hint that Jane was becoming too aroused, she would stop. But what about me? she thought. I'm getting so aroused myself that I want to rape her.

Jane responded by gyrating her pelvis slowly in rhythm with Laura's slow, penetrating thrusts. "Unhhh . . . unhhh!" she grunted softly, biting her full lower lip. "Oh yes!"

Laura quickly realized that this wasn't going to take as long as she had thought. Jane was accommodating very easily to the finger, and when she introduced a second finger, in spite of a sharp intake of breath, and more watering of her eyes, Jane bit her lip again and nodded.

"Yes! Ohhhhh . . . yes!" she gasped to Laura.

Finally, Laura knew she had opened Jane's tight little rectum enough for it to receive the second dildo. After all, it was somewhat smaller—both shorter and less thick—than the one that went into your pussy, hardly thicker anyway than Laura's two fingers, though longer. Working quickly but smoothly so as not to break the rhythm, she removed her fingers from Jane's asshole and swathed more baby oil onto the smaller prong.

Jane watched, both frightened and fascinated by what Laura was doing, biting her lower lip again as Laura guided both prongs toward her gaping wet orifices.

"Oh god!" she whimpered, almost inaudibly.

"Steady, baby," Laura soothed her. "We're going to fly now . . . both of us."

Slowly, Laura pushed both rubber prongs into Jane's body, watching them slide in deep. Jane was impaled on both of them, and her eyes were streaked by a mixture of fantastic, intense pleasure and wild excitement as she stared at Laura, then glanced down at the monstrous toy protruding from her crotch. She was speechless, panting heavily, her lovely, hard young breasts rising and falling, her big black nipples shiny, puffy, inviting.

"Ungghh . . . oh god, you better hurry, Laura," Jane gasped. "Hurry, please."

"Yes!" Laura said, almost unable to speak herself, her voice paralyzed by sexual excitement.

Laura quickly swabbed the smaller prong on her own side of the toy with the baby oil to help it slide up into her ass. Then, wiping her fingers on the towel, she squatted over Jane and guided both hard rubber rods up into her own pussy and her ass, wincing as the smaller prong invaded her tightly shut rectum.

"Anngghhh!" she groaned, feeling her body crammed by the two invaders.

She kept pushing down until they were buried in her as well, and only the curved supporting rubber ridge that ran between the prongs was still visible between her crotch and Jane's. Now she leaned forward, hovering over Jane's supine body, her own small breasts swishing over Jane's, her nipples brushing Jane's, which aroused them both to a heated urgency. They were in a missionary position with Laura on top, and Jane, reaching up, embraced her, pulling her down and kissing her ravenously, wiggling her body so that her hard breasts moved against Laura's, which were already mashed into them.

"Fuck me, Laura . . . fuck me with this thing!" she panted, beginning to churn her hips, gasping as the two prongs slid in and out of her ass and pussy. "Fuck me . . . with this thing! Unghhh! Oh shit, it feels so good! Yes! Yes!"

Laura kissed her feverishly, peppering Jane's beautiful face with sensual kisses, squeezing her breasts, pinching her plump nipples, biting her neck. "You like me to fuck you like this?" she teased, grinding her hips forward, plunging all four prongs deep into their bodies.

"Oh god . . . Laura! Unghhh!" Jane groaned as the prongs of the toy skewered her, jabbing her into a hot frenzy of lust.

They ripped into Laura with equal force, and she grunted and slumped forward onto Jane's writhing body, feeling the hard rods pierce her body sharply.

"Annghhh!" she moaned, thrusting, even squealing as she felt the two dildos sink deep into her body. "Oh! Oh!"

And Jane felt them too, squealing back, the two of them squealing and plunging and thrusting, increasing the tempo wildly, fucking each other in a heated, delirious frenzy. Their striving bodies bounced up and down on the bed, making the springs sigh and squeak. Jane's fingers clawed Laura's back, and Laura sucked one of Jane's big, beautiful nipples sharply, jamming her pelvis forward and down, driving the four cocks up into them again, viciously, repeatedly.

By now they were really hammering each other, pumping and moaning. Jane was young and athletic, with a lean, muscular body, and she pumped her groin fiercely back up into Laura's thrusts, gouging her, slamming her, digging her fingers sharply into Laura's buns as she fucked Laura back, groaning and panting almost hysterically. They thrashed together, moaning and whimpering, until both began to come in wrenching shocks, powerful spasms that seemed to strike their surging bodies at nearly the same instant.

"Unnmmnngghiieee!" Laura cried out, whinnying and squealing as the hard shocks ripped her flesh. "Oh god . . . Jane!"

Jane came so hard that the breath was knocked out of her, the first time Laura had ever seen her so completely destroyed by an orgasm. Her muscles locked, her whole smooth body stiffening as Laura continued to ram her. Then, as Jane began to shudder uncontrollably, and a choked, gargled moan began to escape from deep in her throat as the full force of her orgasm wrenched her flesh, the bed broke.

Amid their frenzied bouncing, bucking, and pumping, the bottom of the box spring in one corner had slipped off the frame, somehow working it loose, and the entire corner of the bed fell in a loud thud to the floor. It now sloped down in the direction their heads were pointing, but not steeply enough to make them slide there. Instead, Jane, locked in the crushing spasms of a deep climax, kept coming and moaning, while Laura, her own orgasmic waves beginning to receded, clutched Jane's quivering body to keep her from slipping down, kissing her and holding her until it was over.

"Oh Jane . . . oh Jane," Laura purred to her, running her hands all over Jane's delicious naked body as the girl began to surface from a horrific rapture. "You are so beautiful when you come."

Jane shook her head slightly from side to side, as if to clear the cobwebs. "Did we break your bed?" she croaked in astonishment, looking around, feeling herself being pulled down by gravity toward one corner, Laura with her.

Grinning sheepishly as she carefully disengaged the perverse little fuck-toy from their bodies and wiped the prongs dry with a towel, Laura shrugged.

"We got pretty excited there for a minute," she said.

"You call that pretty excited?" Jane's eyes widened comically. "I'd say it was closer to the end of the universe. Shit. Didn't even know people could come like that. Anybody. Especially me. All because of that little weird thing?"

She pointed to the quadruple dildo, which Laura still held in her hand. Laura smiled warmly.

"Does that mean you liked it?"

Jane raised one eyebrow salaciously. "I'll help you fix the bed if we can do it again."

They both clambered off the bed awkwardly, surveying the damage. "I don't know if we can," Laura said. "It's pretty heavy."

"I should call Keeshon," Jane said idly. "He work for a bed company."

"Really?"

"Yeah. That's what he do. Deliver beds. They put them together for people, then take the old ones away. He do this fifteen times a day."

Deliberately, Laura let her eyes roam up and down Jane's enchanting naked body. "How do you think he'll feel seeing us like this?" she smiled. "Think he'll be able to figure out how we broke the bed?"

Jane frowned. "Forgot about that. He wouldn't like it. He ain't like that dude you had here for your orghee. Excuse me . . . or-gee." She squinted playfully at Laura. "You didn't break no bed with those two," she said pointedly to Laura.

Laura shook her head slowly in acknowledgement. "Sure didn't. It took a space rocket like you to do it."

Jane gave her an exaggerated, playful sneer. "Nobody ever fucked me that hard, either," she said. "No wonder it broke. You oughta be arrested. Both my holes down there be burning."

"I thought you wanted to fix the bed and do it again."

A beautiful smile spread across Jane's face. "I'm your girl. You lift, and I'll push the frame back into place."

Together they tried to lift and push and maneuver the box spring and the bed frame, but it was too heavy for either of them. They had to give up.

"I guess we could go upstairs and sleep in my bed," Jane suggested.

"Sleep?" Laura asked wryly.

"You know what I mean. Or sleep in Mama's bed. But she could smell us, probably."

"I wouldn't feel very comfortable sleeping naked with you in your mother's apartment," Laura said.

"Why don't you just pull a blanket off this bed and we can sleep in there on your sofa," Jane said, tilting her head in the direction of the living room. "You know, where we started," she laughed. "If we stayed there, we wouldn't have broke your bed."

Laura nodded in agreement. "Sounds like a plan. It's a big sofa."

Now Jane came closer to her again, kissing Laura's naked shoulder, cupping one of Laura's breasts in her hand, rubbing her finger over Laura's soft nipple. "Anyway, we ain't gon' do much sleeping, I bet," she whispered.

They did sleep through the night on Laura's sofa, but only after a very lengthy, sweet, and intense third round of patient and sensual fucking. Jane, so wild, jealous, and fiery, so sensual and daringly sexual, could also be—the other side of her personality—improbably sweet, intimate, affectionate, and soft. Laura realized that this mixture was a narcotic to her, and this was why Jane was so irresistible, in addition to her killer body.

Still, by morning Laura felt depleted. She couldn't remember how many climaxes she had had starting with Tiffany and Damon, ending with a final morning orgasm shared with Jane, who had three herself. Jane had to get to school, and Laura to work, and so by 8 a.m. Laura was sitting at her desk at work, trying to figure out how she would get her bed repaired.