Drowsy, feeling warm and wonderful, Laura drifted awake in Randi's bed, with her cheek pressed to Randi's naked back. One arm was encircling Randi's body, and Laura had one of the girl's lovely firm breasts cupped in her hand. She could feel Randi's large nipple pushing into her palm.

Only an hour ago they had fucked one another senseless, and Randi was still sleeping it off as Laura slowly came awake. Snuggly and warm, tingling with sexual contentment, she gently squeezed the full round globe in her hand, feeling the thick center nub of Randi's nipple rasp against the skin of her palm. I love this girl, she thought. I fall in love too easily, for sure, but I love this girl. I haven't stopped.

She was worried that she might have stopped since her night with the enchanting Dawn had moved her, and Dawn too, so emotionally, and physically, that they knew they had together crossed a threshold into a new world. Nothing would be the same for either of them after their night together. I love her too, Laura thought, troubled as usual by her conflicting desires, which she could not restrict to only one girl.

Randi, who was back in braids again, as bewitching as she had ever been to Laura, began to stir, smiling back over her shoulder as Laura continued gently to squeeze her luscious breast.

"You trying to get my attention again?" she asked, her voice throaty and thick with sleep. "Didn't you get enough of this little black girl's pussy a few minutes ago? Enough to knock me for a loop?"

"Turn around and say that," Laura teased, now taking Randi's large nipple in all of her fingers and kneading it, twisting it suggestively.

She leaned back while Randi turned over to face her. Randi's long, thin braids spilled across one cheek, dangling over her breasts and shoulders, more alluring than Laura could bear.

"You and your sexy braids," Laura said, running several of them through her fingers. "How could anyone resist you?"

"You can't, at least," Randi said, eyes twinkling with temptation.

Laura shook her head. She ran one finger down Randi's naked body to her smooth, flat belly, grazing the ankh tattoo with the back of her knuckle.

"I didn't get to kiss your tattoo," she murmured, eyelids drooping under the force of her renewed lust. "I think it will make me come if I kiss your tattoo. As well as live forever."

"You were way too busy trying to eat up every other part of my body," Randi giggled softly. "But I don't mind if you want to kiss it now. I always allow my grateful subjects a crack at the ankh, you know. Worship me, worship my tattoo, I always say to them."

"I'll bet Nate likes it," Laura purred, beginning to caress Randi's shoulders, her breasts, kissing her, getting ready to descend to the ankh.

But Randi frowned. "He don't like ink," she scowled. "'There's too much ink on this beautiful body,' he says. Shit, it's only one tattoo. I've got girlfriends who have two or three."

Laura raised one eyebrow. You do? I thought it was only me and Rhonda, and I know she doesn't have a tattoo.

"Well . . . men don't have any taste," Laura kidded her, remembering her own horror when Randi had first told her about the tattoo.

Maybe Nate and I have more in common than I thought, she reasoned. We both cherish this lovely body and want to eat this girl alive.

Randi smirked. "I don't think it's that. He's mad because I told him about you."

Laura sat up. "You what?"

Laura had gone to great lengths at work to conceal her true sexual desires. Only Rhonda, who shared them, and the few girls there she had slept with knew the truth, and all of them were devoted, out of self-interest, to keeping the secret.

"Now don't get upset," Randi said. Then her eyes flashed. "Next thing you know, you'll be spanking me, you bitch. And sticking your hand in my pussy . . . and making me cry."

Laura's feelings were in a turmoil. She and Randi had done all that last time. But she was enraged by whatever Randi had told Nate, who also worked for their company and might be able to figure things out.

"Don't get so upset," Randi said again, seeing that Laura had not calmed down. "I didn't tell him it was you. I just told him I had a girlfriend . . . and when she wanted to see me, he'd have to wait."

"Oh, I'll bet he loved that. Men so love their girlfriends to be fucked by other girls."

Again Randi smirked coquettishly. "Mmmm, I think he was intrigued." Then her face fell. "But he was a little mad. Look at you, Laura, aren't you glad I invited you over here instead of him?"

"What if he's sitting down there in his car watching when I leave?" Laura asked pointedly.

Randi giggled, getting a big kick out of this, instead of being ashamed and mortified, as Laura was. "We'll just have to smuggle you out, then," she laughed softly.

"I'm serious."

Randi turned onto her back and stretched out her magnificent, long, naked body. Her lovely breasts jiggled, and her tattoo was now fully visible below them, on her flat, smooth belly.

"I thought you were going to kiss my ankh," she said, making a small joke. "You can be angry later."

How could I be angry with you? Laura wondered, letting her eyes sweep up and down this paradise of dark, smooth flesh and beautiful, glowing skin, though she was often furious with Randi. Warm, throbbing sexual desire was filling her own body. I can't get enough of her. Ever.

"You're right," she confessed softly.

"You want to fuck me," Randi whispered seductively, batting her long eyelashes at Laura. "Just like he does."

Laura nodded slightly. "You're right," she mouthed, almost inaudibly this time, feeling the juices oozing in her pussy. "I want to kiss it."

Somehow when they worked one another into this state, they seemed to move in a rhythmic slow motion, as if underwater, sliding and coiling together sensually, their limbs grazing and dancing and intertwining as their lips came together, and their hands found the intimate regions of each other's body. Randi was still on her back, and Laura slid up over her, now kissing her mouth, her delicious black neck, her chest, her breasts, one by one, not mouth-mauling them as she had earlier, but ingeniously teasing each of Randi's large, swelling, black nipples with her tongue until the thick center nubs sprang up excitedly. The large black areolas became stippled with tiny bumps.

"If you keep that up, I think I'm going to come before you kiss my ankh," Randi purred, now writhing sexily under Laura's lips.

"Mmmm, you will not come until I say so," Laura murmured, kissing the valley between Randi's breasts while she continued pinching and twirling both damp nipples in her fingers. "I am going to kiss your ankh and fuck your belly button with my tongue."

"Oh . . . oh Laura!" Randi gasped, unable to stop herself, as Laura descended further.

"Mmmm, you are very warm and wet and gooey," Laura smiled, sliding two fingers up into the slippery channel of Randi's pussy, which was indeed oozing and lubricating copiously. "I think you want me to suck on your huge clit after I kiss your ankh."

"Oh yes! Unhhhhh!"

By now Laura's lips had reached the tattoo. Her fingers, however, had not left Randi's excited nipples, which she continued to twist and pinch as she let her sensual lips crawl slowly over Randi's palpitating, smooth belly.

"Oh god . . . Laura! I'm not kidding . . . you're going to make me come!" Randi gasped, her hips beginning to twitch and buck instinctively.

Laura realized that there was no time for tongue-fucking Randi's delicious navel, or kissing her ankh any further. For some reason, Randi was on the edge already, panting and twisting, her pussy flooding, ready to come before Laura had even expended her full arsenal or used her complete skills. Oh god, I know we have this effect on one another, Laura thought. She can make me come without warning too.

Earlier they had hand-rubbed each other in a crazy fit of urgent passion into a couple of explosive orgasms, but Laura had yet to taste the sweet, fat, juicy pussy she loved so completely, Randi's succulent, glistening quim, all ruby red and wet inside, and topped by a world champion clitoris the size of a plump, overripe grape. They were nearly as aroused now as before, with Randi about ready to come after only a few caresses, and Laura pulsing and quivering with fierce desire for her writhing body. Laura slipped between Randi's yawning thighs and pressed her mouth into the hot, fragrant slit of Randi's blossoming pussy, hungrily slurping it and sucking the inner lips into her mouth.

"Oh! Oh!" Randi arched her back, grimacing as sharp sexual sensations shot through her flesh. "Oh god . . . yes! Ungghh!"

Honey, Laura thought, Nate can't do this to you with his big rod. He can't suck this beautiful fat clit and drive you up the wall.

"AUUUNGGHHH!" Randi cried out, flipping and jackknifing suddenly as a ferocious spasm of coming shattered her.

"Oh yes, honey, oh yes!" Laura murmured, holding onto the girl's flexing thighs with both hands, sucking her clit again, releasing it, sucking it again, bringing on a river of hot, clenching spasms.

"Anngghhh! Unghh! Oh. Auungghhhh!" Randi groaned, coming in one enormous spasm after another.

Laura had looped both arms underneath and around Randi's thighs, so she could hold on through all the bouncing and straining as Randi came exultantly, her hips jumping off the bed, moaning and gasping until the final, feathery waves of her climax began to wane. It took a while, and Laura enjoyed every last little glimmer of pleasure as it shook Randi's body, until finally Randi's breathing returned to normal.

Laura released Randi's thighs, feeling the pussy juice that was smeared by now all over her face. She could smell it. The smell made her hornier than ever.

Randi, devastated, propped herself up on her elbows. "Look at you," she said with mock disgust. "You got a face full of somebody's slimy fuck juice. Look like you had your face buried in some lucky girl's pussy."

Laura grinned from ear to ear. "Pure heaven to me," she said. "I got to suck the world's biggest clit. And tastiest."

Randi smirked sexily, swishing her braids, knowing how it inflamed Laura. "Bet you'd like someone to return the favor."

"You would win that bet," Laura breathed, giving her a sultry stare.

It was a Friday night, and they spent the rest of it coiled together in Randi's bed, sleeping and fucking and watching TV and eating pizza. To Laura's relief, they did not try, as they might have done in the past, to exhaust one another with relentless screwing. Instead, they totally enjoyed one another's company, making love once more, with astonishing sensitivity and tenderness, before going to sleep, and once again in the morning.

 

 

 

Laura got home about noon on Saturday and was checking her mail in the lobby when a bright red Jeep Cherokee drove up outside and honked to get her attention. Since there were several dirty panes of glass, bespattered by recent rains, between her and the driver, and the sidewalk was about fifty feet from the lobby door, even squinting wouldn't reveal to Laura who the driver was. And she knew no one who drove such a car.

Holding her mail, she reluctantly went back outside. To her great delight, she found Jane leaning across the passenger seat to her, giving her a trademark sassy-sexy-don't-you-want-to-fuck-me smile.

"Hey, Old Lady Laura, you want to go for a ride?"

"Jane!" Laura smiled, unable to suppress her joy at seeing the girl. "God, I thought I'd never see you again."

"Fat chance of that," Jane grinned. "I told you I'd be back. You just didn't believe me."

"Don't tell me this is your car."

Jane shook her head. "Mama's. But she lets me drive it. I'm seventeen, you know. Got my own license now."

Seventeen, Laura thought. Still jail bait. And I was fucking her when she was only sixteen. But what excruciating pleasure!

"Hop in, I'll take you for a ride. I can give you a thrill."

Don't I know it, Laura thought, ruefully. Last time they had fucked, she and Jane had broken Laura's bed in a throes of a violent, unforgettable coupling. She made a sour face at Jane.

"I hope you're a mature and sensible driver, Jane," she said evenly. Then she lowered her voice. "Not a wild and uncontrollably maniac like you are in bed." Laura let her eyes twinkle with meaning.

Jane laughed. "I think you thinking the same thing I am, Laura." She smirked sexily. "You know, my mama and Marshall up in Reno again. That's why I got the Jeep."

Having just spent a warm, wonderful, sexually resonant night in Randi's bed, Laura was ready for some Saturday rest and recuperation, but the mere sight of Jane was enough to stir her fires. Jane was a pistol, Jane was a miracle of hot sex and devilish mischief all wrapped up in an irresistible package: beautiful face, stunning ass, beautiful dark black skin, jutting young breasts, large shiny black nipples that made Laura throb with lechery, and 'attitude' that knew no boundaries.

When Kendra had made good on her promise to move, to take Jane (and herself) out of the reach of Laura's evil lesbian clutches, Laura had been disconsolate for months, sure she would never see either of them again. But Jane had warned her—it was true—that she would be back, that she would find Laura, no matter where her mother moved them. And here she was, looking as devilish and sexy as ever in her fresh, outrageous way, beckoning Laura to an experience that Laura could never refuse, as Jane knew.

"You better park it and come upstairs for a minute," Laura said. "I'm just getting home and I have to wash my face and brush my teeth."

Jane parked the Jeep and joined Laura at the lobby door. She was wearing tight jeans and a loose white shirt with half the buttons open down her chest, so that Laura could see the fabric of her bra. Oh god, what a fiendishly desirable little thing you are! Laura thought. Once Jane had showed up at Laura's door completely naked. She would do anything. I want her . . . god, I really want her bad! I think I would rip her clothes off right here, if I didn't know I'd go to jail.

"What's the matter, you got pussy hairs stuck in your teeth?" Jane cracked, trying to peer into Laura's mouth playfully. "You ain't been jamming that huge cock of yours up that ugly little nigger Inky's black pussy again, have you?"

Laura scowled seriously at her. "Please don't use that kind of language around me, Jane."

Jane, seeing that Laura meant it, backed off. She sulked for a few minutes. Then, riding up in the elevator with Laura, she softened.

"I just get jealous, is all," she confessed softly. "I ain't seen you for two months. I thought you might forget about me."

Laura backed her into one wall of the elevator, ready to pounce, but the doors opened at just that moment.

"You know," she explained to Jane as she opened the door of her apartment, "we can't do anything in here. The people who moved in upstairs after you and your mother left can hear just as well as you could. But I don't think they're as enlightened as you and your mother were."

"You mean they don't like to fuck as much," Jane grinned nastily.

Laura smiled patiently. "They're older."

"Well, we sure can't do it at my place," Jane said.

"Where did you guys move?"

"We got a house in El Cerrito. But Mama got that whole neighborhood watching me like a hawk. And you can see that red Jeep for miles." She moved closer to Laura and uptilted her face, her wide, sensual mouth half-open, very alluring. "You ain't kissed me yet. I thought you was happy to see me."

Laura was sorely tempted but knew it would be fatal. "I can't kiss you. It won't stop there."

Jane smirked. "I know. Do it anyway. Stick your tongue right down my throat. I'll be quiet." Her eyes rose to the ceiling. "They won't hear."

"I've got an idea," Laura said breathlessly, moving a step back, out of temptation's way. "Why don't we have a picnic?"

Even though it had been raining as recently as two weeks ago, the weather had cleared and warmed up. It was a beautiful day.

Jane shrugged. "Long as we can do it, I don't care where we do it."

"Then it's settled. Let me check for messages. Then I'll get an old blanket out of the closet, and we can pick up some sandwiches and soda on the way."

"Mama keep an old blanket in the jeep, too. I think she and her boyfriends have picnics now and then, if you know what I mean."

Laura picked up the phone. She had given up her answering machine after having been surprised by intimate messages on just such occasions as this one. Now she had voice mail instead. But even that hardly protected her from what was coming.

Dawn's voice—soft, intimate, disappointed.

"Laura. Damn . . . you're not there. I just wanted to hear your voice. Guess I'll have to settle for the 'Hi, leave a message' part. Maybe I'll call again . . . just so I can hear it again. I was thinking about you . . . about us. In fact, I really can't stop thinking about it. Missing you . . . already. Hoped you'd be there. Oh well. Kiss kiss. I . . . oh, you know. Bye. You can't call me. I'll call back."

Laura was glad she was facing the wall, not Jane, who had wandered over to the window to look out. The blood rose in Laura's face, not from shame but terrible, heart-pinching emotions. She was deeply touched and almost paralyzed, her insides aching with love for Dawn. What followed made it worse. There was another message, this one from Ada.

"Hiiiiii, Laura," she drawled, as if flirting. Then her voice grew more serious. "I know it's not fair for me to call you after I ran out on you like that. I hope you've forgiven me by now. I just got out of the shower. I couldn't help remember . . ." Suddenly, Ada was crying, softly, but unmistakably. "I . . . oh never mind . . . I shouldn't have called. I . . . wish I could erase this." Then she hung up.

Now Laura's own feelings were in such a turmoil that she was afraid Jane would sense something was wrong. She glanced over at Jane, unable to keep her eyes from caressing the incredible curve of the girl's ass, so clearly visible through the tight pants Jane was wearing. She could see the tantalizing hint of the crack between Jane's two hard, round, high buttocks. It was enough to make her forget temporarily the two phone messages.

"I'm going into the bathroom to brush my teeth," she said. "I'll be right out and we can go."

"Be sure to get all those pussy hairs out," Jane grinned over her shoulder. "I ain't kissing no pussy licker."

When Laura emerged moments later from the bathroom, she ran into Jane coming out of her bedroom.

"Where are your manners, Jane? Do you just go into people's bedrooms without being asked?"

Jane gave her a pixie-ish grin that made Laura want to ravish her on the spot, regardless of the Gibsons upstairs. "You invited me in there before," Jane reminded her. "Plenty of times. Don't you remember when we broke your bed?"

Exasperated, Laura could not suppress a smile. "How could I forget."

Jane pulled the huge double dildo from behind her back. "Don't you want to take this along?"

Laura made a face. "Look, we're going out to be in nature. Why don't we just . . . you know, do it naturally?"

"This is natural. It's your cock. When Donnell sticks his cock in me, it's natural. When you stick yours in me, it's natural too. Except this one is even bigger than Donnell's. Whooeee, he'd die to have one this big."

She dangled the huge, obscene thing between them.

"Who's Donnell?" Laura asked, raising an eyebrow. "What happened to Keeshon?"

Jane tilted her head, wildly fetching, playing the ingenue. "Oh, I still see Keeshon once in a while. But he live here in San Francisco, like you. Mama and me over in El Cerrito now, and I have to have a boyfriend over there. Donnell goes to my school."

Laura pursed her lips sourly, unable to accommodate all this unwelcome information. She knew it was unrealistic to expect Jane not to have boyfriends. The girl was magnetic in the way a wild animal was, full of danger, unpredictability, sensuality, and vulnerability, all packaged in a phenomenal body. But the thought of these young studs pounding their vigorous, hard teenaged pricks into this girl's exquisite young pussy was enough to make her gag.

She leaned close, plucking the huge dildo out of Jane's hand. "I hope you wash that pretty pussy out good after they've been spewing in it," she whispered, letting her eyes bore deep into Jane's.

"I wash it," Jane's eyes glinted with the delight she drew from making Laura squirm. "My mama went to Keep Your Coozy Clean University, as she never gets tired of telling me. You better watch out, it might be tasting soapy."

Laura merely rolled her eyes, barely able to suppress a laugh, and went into her bedroom, where she got the small valise she had used to carry the dildo in when she went to Stevie's hotel. Stevie had recoiled from the very thought of it, but Jane seemed enticingly eager, and Laura could feel her own blood beginning to heat up just from proximity to Jane's eagerness. And her body, she thought. What a body.

She and Jane had fucked using the monster before, Laura recalled as she packed it in the little valise. In fact, Jane had screwed Laura with it, hard too, getting back at Laura for using it on Inky, and they had both exploded in star showers of obliterating orgasms. Afterward, Jane had called the dildo 'evil,' but, Laura reflected, she had made a beeline for it as soon as Laura had disappeared into the bathroom. This made tiny hot prickles begin to pepper the oozing insides of Laura's pussy, as if she had not had sex for days, when in fact she had been rutting wantonly with Randi only hours ago.

They drove up nearly to the top of Mt. Tamalpais. Jane, who insisted on driving the Jeep, nearly gave Laura heart failure on the winding mountain road, and by the time they found a likely spot and parked, Laura's hand was quivering on the handgrip above the passenger-side door.

"Ain't I a good driver?" Jane beamed. "I didn't miss even one of those curves. Why you looking like that, Laura?"

"I'm imagining the drive back," Laura mumbled softly. "I don't know if I can stand it."

"Oh, you just need a little loving, that's all," Jane said, giving her an affectionate poke in the shoulder. "I know how to relax you. Let's go off over there and see if we can find a place you can't see from the road. Don't want to draw a crowd now, do we."

They had picked up some fried chicken, potato salad, and soda pop, and they carried it and the two blankets about two hundred yards down a gentle slope to the edge of a small meadow. Laura looked carefully around for vegetation that would shield them from the road and anyone else who might be hiking along the bottom of the meadow.

Jane wanted to stop at several places Laura thought inappropriate.

"I don't know what you're worried about," she said. "It's Saturday afternoon. There ain't nobody gonna be up here. They're all down there shopping and bopping and playing basketball and skating in the park. We the only ones up here. Didn't you see how empty the road was?"

"It only takes one person with eyes," Laura said.

Jane swallowed a giggle. "Give 'em a thrill, if you ask me. Beautiful white supermodel fucking skinny black teenager. Come and get it. Your eyes will pop out of your head."

They found a suitable place and spread both blankets down behind a barrier of sagebrush.

"You don't look too skinny to me," Laura said, ogling Jane. "In fact, I don't know if I've ever seen a more perfect body."

Jane sat down next to her on the blanket, smiling, mock-bashful. "Shit, I think you just want to fuck me, you old supermodel."

Although Laura was enjoying herself immensely, Jane's words also echoed Randi's in her ears: you just want to fuck me. You all want to fuck me. God, I must be so transparent to them, she thought, wondering if they thought she valued their company less just because she did, she did want to fuck them.

She pulled Jane down next to her. "Don't you want me to?" she teased.

"You bet I do. Shall we eat first or . . . you know, eat the other thing first?"

"I've been waiting a long time to kiss you."

Jane, who could one moment be a sly imp of Satan and the next moment a starry-eyed teenager in love, gazed longingly into Laura's eyes. "You better do it, then," she whispered.

For all her earlier desire to sexually assault and ravish the delectable Jane when they were down in the city, up here on the mountain Laura let their mutual meltingly sweet passion take its course, pressing her lips slowly into Jane's wide, sensual mouth and letting their bodies coil slowly together as their tongues met. The fresh air and hot sun enveloped them, and combining with the sexual warmth that filled their bodies, they grew overheated quickly. They had not kissed for months and took the opportunity to get slowly reacquainted, not rushing it, probing with their tongues, curving their lips together, running their hands slowly over one another's body.

Laura, though she was fully involved and passionately kissing Jane, could not keep out of her mind echoes of Dawn's disappointment, and Ada's confused tears, all of it swirling together in emotions of disturbing intensity as she slid her mouth down Jane's silky black cheek to her smooth neck and began to unfasten the rest of the buttons on the girl's shirt. Jane panted softly and slid her hands under Laura's sweater.

"You really think I have a perfect body?" she panted to Laura. "Really?"

"You have a perfect neck," Laura breathed, running her lips up and down the smooth flesh. "You have a perfect ear."

She slid her tongue into it. Jane shivered.

"Ooohhhh!"

"You have perfect collar bones," Laura breathed, finally opening Jane's shirt and peeling it back, pulling the sleeves down her arms, kissing the delicious cavities below Jane's clavicles.

"You don't think we could get stung by a bee, do you?" Jane asked suddenly, being the first one with flesh exposed.

Laura ignored her and kept removing her shirt until it was completely off. She kissed the smooth, dark, flawless expanse of Jane's upper chest, then dropped her lips between Jane's breasts, still enclosed in her bra, kissing the valley there.

"No . . . I am going to sting you instead of the bee," Laura murmured, unfastening her bra and sliding the thin straps down Jane's arms. "Mmmmm, you have the most perfect young breasts in creation," she purred, holding the firm, jutting, pear-shaped beauties in her hands, running her thumbs lightly over Jane's large, shiny, coal-black nipples.

Jane laughed softly. She pulled up on Laura's sweater, pulling it over Laura's head, which made her naked breasts move in Laura's hands. Laura shook her hair free of the sweater's tight collar.

"God, you gotta lot of hair, supermodel," Jane panted, excited from the way Laura was kneading and pinching her soft nipples, making them thicken and harden. "I think you got the most beautiful boobs, not me. I want to touch them too."

Laura dropped her hands and helped Jane remove her bra.

"We might as well take the rest off too, don't you think?" she suggested. "Since we have plans."

"Oooohhh, I'm so excited, I'm about to pee my pants," Jane grinned like a delighted child. "I'm gonna fuck with Laura again. I been dreaming of this moment."

They shed their shoes, socks, jeans, and panties, and were naked in seconds. Both were somehow extra excited to be naked in the outdoors, their bodies kissed by the warm sunlight, their eagerness for each other hard to contain. Jane's childlike delight had a way of making Laura feel momentarily like a child molester, but Jane's body was not that of a child, and as Laura drank in the girl's wonderful, lean, firm, dark naked body with her eyes, she could barely contain her feverish desire.

She pulled Jane back down on the blanket, embracing her, running her fingertips up and down her firm, naked back. "You have a perfect back," she murmured, kissing her. "Mmmm, you have perfect nipples . . . so beautifully shaped . . . so good to suck."

"Ohhhh Laura . . ." Jane moaned softly. "Yes . . . I like that, yes. You know, how come you do it so much better than a dude does? They so crazy about titties, and yet they never suck 'em the way you do."

"They don't?" Laura smiled, releasing one wet, shiny black bulb from her mouth.

Jane shook her head. "I guess maybe some do, but not Donnell and Keeshon. They just lick a little. Go ahead and suck me again. I love the feel of it when you suck my boobs real hard."

"Mmmm, but I want to praise the rest of your perfect young body," Laura purred, kissing the bulging undersides of Jane's breasts, then her long, beautiful stomach.

Jane, like Dawn, though to Laura's knowledge neither one of them worked out in a gym or weight room, had terrific abs, firm and smooth and rippling but not grotesquely ridged like Brandi's—which, however, Laura loved with rash and uncomplicated lechery. She had been enchanted by Dawn's firm abs, but had been so busy enthusiastically fucking her in every way possible during their first time together that she had been dreaming ever since of the time when she would take perhaps half an hour just to kiss and caress Dawn's very black stomach.

Jane's was not quite so black as Dawn's, but it was equally enchanting, a smooth expanse of firm gently rippling flesh, warm and fragrant, silky under her moving lips, and she kissed every inch of it at least twice, even tickling the slightly protruding bones of Jane's ribcage with her tongue as she skirted the edges of her delicious tummy, finally ending at Jane's navel. Though not a deep, sensual masterpiece like some navels Laura had kissed, it was still a little puckered jewel, a pretty little glowing button of flesh nestled in a shallow cavity that Laura deliriously enjoyed tickling and probing.

Jane squirmed and giggled softly, sexually aroused by Laura's patient exploration of her naked body. She moaned and touched Laura's head with her fingers, slowly gyrating her pelvis.

"Ohhhh . . . yes, Laura . . . yes, it feels good," she sighed. "I'm wanting you to do it all. Please."

"Just lie back and enjoy the sunshine, darling," Laura purred to her, slowly descending further, her chin now grazing the silky little curls of Jane's pubic hair. "I am going to kiss every part of this beautiful body before you get a chance to come."

"Oh!" Jane gasped as Laura's lips descended. "Oh Laura!"

Bypassing Jane's exquisite pussy, Laura began kissing her thigh, then her knee, her shapely calf. Jane was beautifully formed, even more so than her mother, whose fantastic hard body Laura had lust-mauled many times. She felt a pang of remorse as she realized she would never be doing this with Kendra again, but the fact that Jane was as eager as ever for her caresses somewhat eased the sense of loss.

When Laura's lips reached her ankle, Jane clearly began to feel both ticklish and sexually aroused at the same time. Her leg twitched slightly, and she half-giggled, half-moaned, sucking breath past her teeth.

"Oh god . . . you tickling me, Laura! Ohhhh . . . it feels pretty good."

"What a delicious, well-shaped black foot," Laura smiled, caressing Jane's foot with her fingers, then kissing the instep sensually.

She had never looked closely at another's woman, or man's, foot before, though she realized there was a notable and elaborate sexual perversion tied to feet; some people seemed to have orgasms just from contemplating them, but not Laura. Still, like the rest of Jane's body, this foot was well-shaped and slim. Laura kissed her way down to the toes, wondering if she should give into her wildest impulse and suck them.

By now Jane was whooping softly and wriggling on the blanket, half-desiring to pull her foot out of Laura's hands and half-relishing the hot feelings Laura's foot-kisses sent through her body. Suddenly, she exploded in laughter.

"Laura . . . if you kiss my toes I'm gonna kill you!" she laughed.

"Mmmm, I'm going to do more than kiss them," Laura murmured, looking up at her, then letting her eyes drift down Jane's hard, lean body until they arrived at the inflamed wet seam of her pussy, all runny and blossoming open, red and wet, her final destination. But not yet.

She took Jane's little toe and the one next to it into her mouth, sucking them and swirling her tongue around them.

"Unhhh! Oh . . . Jesus!" Jane gasped. "Oh shit!"

Laura only vaguely understood what it must feel like, but the sensations seemed to be so intense that she quickly sucked the next toe, then the next one, finally arriving at Jane's big toe. She curled her tongue around it teasingly, then sucked it as well, and Jane fell back on the blanket, arching her back, moaning, half-giggling, clearly almost overcome by a complex mass of sensations.

"Ohhh . . . do you like that?" Laura asked, rubbing Jane's wet toes, sucking them all again, from top to bottom, big toe to little pinkie, which was half pink and half brown.

"Ohhhh . . . GODDDDD!" Jane half-growled, throwing her head back deliriously, her wonderful hard round breasts jiggling in the air.

Shoot, she might even come, Laura realized. Too soon. I want to kiss her other leg too, kiss my way up to her pussy. She can't come yet.

"Don't come," she panted to Jane. "You aren't going to come, are you?"

"Unhhh . . . uhhhhh!" Jane was panting wildly. "Yes . . . oh god!"

"Not yet . . . not yet, honey."

Laura turned her attentions to Jane's other foot, smothering it with hot, more passionate kisses, wildly aroused herself by Jane's hot whoops and delicious squirming naked body. She realized they were running out of time. This was wildly thrilling, but Jane was on a short fuse now, and Laura had unleashed a demon that would soon have the girl clenching in unbearable rapture.

Still feverishly kissing and caressing Jane's other foot, sucking her toes sharply, Laura ran her fingers up Jane's leg, stroking it, then moving her lips up Jane's calf, her flexing thigh, finally pushing Jane's thighs open and pressing her hot, hungry mouth directly into Jane's streaming pussy.

"Oh god, Laura . . . oh shit . . . unhhh . . . unnhhh!" Jane groaned, jerking her pelvis and pushing her cunt frantically up into Laura's face.

It was a wild, surging, thrusting, pumping struggle with Jane grunting and gyrating her hips in crazy, urgent, animalistic twitches and Laura burying her lips and tongue in the squinchy, flooding, warm, tangy trench of her burbling pussy. In only a few seconds Jane began to come, shuddering and moaning in the throes of a stunning climax.

"Auungghhiiieeeee . . . nnggmnnnhhgghhheeeee!" she wailed, so loudly that even up here on the mountain Laura feared they might be overheard by hikers or mountain bikers. "Ohhnnnnn . . . oh god . . . unngghhhnnmmggnniiieee!"

She and Jane always had hot fucking together, so Laura was not surprised by the violence of Jane's climax. Still pummeled by aftershocks, and quivering visibly, Jane took a couple of minutes to lift her head and smile wanly at Laura, still blasted by the fierce impact of the spasms. But then, without speaking but humming deep in her throat with a kind of wild sexual mania, she pulled herself up and grabbed Laura, rolling Laura onto her back on the blanket and swarming all over her body like a crazed rapist.

Not expecting such a heated fuck-assault, Laura felt her body almost leap up to meet Jane's fiercely passionate, groping, hungry embrace, kissing her wildly, gulping and groaning as she felt Jane's fingers in her pussy, backed up by Jane's thigh, jamming up behind Jane's hand. Jane straddled one of Laura's thighs, and Laura could feel the girl's wet pussy sliding up and down her thigh muscle as Jane fucked Laura's throbbing cunt rapidly and forcefully with her two fingers, every now and then slamming her thigh forward too so that her whole hand splayed into Laura's aching crack, making Laura groan in pleasure.

It was torrid fucking at its rawest, most disorganized, and most energetic, with Jane on top, grunting and moaning, fucking Laura hard and roughly and fast, then pushing her breasts into Laura's face, gasping and whinnying crazily as Laura grabbed one lovely dangling globe and sucked Jane's large nipple sharply, deep into her mouth.

"Ahhnnggg!" Jane groaned, biting her lower lip, jamming her thigh into Laura's crotch.

"Unghh!" Laura gasped, feeling hot zinging arrows of acute pleasure fly through her writhing body. "Oh yes . . . fuck me Jane!" she panted softly, squeezing Jane's breast and then devouring Jane's wet black nipple again, sucking it hard.

"Mmmngghheeee!" Jane began to whimper deep in her throat, writhing and struggling too on top of Laura, thrusting with her hand and her thigh, bringing Laura quickly to the edge of a killing orgasm.

Before she exploded, Laura realized that Jane too was still plateauing from her previous climax, and that all this savage, animalistic fucking had brought her to another one, which was arriving almost at the same instant as Laura's. God, we're like two wild animals fucking! she thought, just as a shattering orgasm struck her.

"AUUNGGGHHHHH!" she cried out, unable to prevent a huge, ear-splitting roar of unbridled pleasure from ripping its way out of her throat. "ANNGGHIIIEEEE! UNGGHH! OHHNNGGAAUUNNGGHH!"

All the months of muffling her moans and cries in a pillow, or turning her face into the sheet, and fearing desperately that her lovers would be overheard groaning and wailing in the grip of an excruciating ecstasy, seemed to catch up with Laura at once in the outdoors, and the cries poured out of her throat in operatic force. Jane too erupted in a second orgasm only an instant behind Laura's, falling forward and now whinnying more loudly than before in a kind of exhilarating orgy of sexual screaming and groaning. Through all this, their bodies shuddered and twitched in a shared seizure of scalding pleasure, both of them straining and stretching and moaning until the last glimmers of this burning moment died out.

Laura could hardly believe it. She could feel the warm, sticky fluids from Jane's pussy still gluing the girl's wet, splayed cuntlips to the skin of her thigh. For nearly a minute she could not really get her breath back. Jane lay slumped on top of her as if she had passed out. And maybe she had, having been obliterated by two huge successive orgasms. Finally, unable to help herself, no doubt because of the release of sexual tension, Laura began to giggle uncontrollably.

Jane, not passed out after all, lifted her head and grinned, starting to giggle too.

"My god, we're going to have to come to the country more often, darling," Laura giggled to her.

"Oh Laura!" Jane erupted into gales of laughter. "I don't think the rabbits and billygoats be doing it as hot as we did. Laura and Jane, back to nature, fucking like two hellcats, right?"

"Right," Laura smiled as they peeled their two bodies apart.

"Wow, I thought when you were sucking on my toes my little pussy was gonna pop. It was like a buzzer was going off inside me. I never felt like that before."

"I never did that before," Laura confessed. "Pretty good, eh?"

Jane tilted her head, crinkled her nose. "You can suck my toes any time if it makes me come like that. I'll keep 'em clean for you."

Only now that the hot rush and tumult of fucking was behind them did Laura begin to feel the sharp twigs and knobby pebbles in the ground, poking up through the blanket. She frowned and squirmed, trying to find a smoother place to sit.

"Why didn't you tell me about these rocks?" she said to Jane, who had been lying on her back first, with Laura on top.

"Too busy letting you kiss my beautiful body all over," Jane flirted. "You seemed to like it."

"So did you," Laura said, embracing her again, both of them sitting up this time. "Should we eat lunch before seeing if we can set the mountain on fire again?"

"Want to eat naked, or should we cover up? I'm still afraid of being stung by a damn bee or something."

Laura stroked her. "I love to look at your body."

"That's why I'm going to cover it up for a minute," Jane continued flirting, pulling her shirt back on but not buttoning it. "To give your eyes a rest."

Laura pulled her sweater back on too, though both of them were still naked from the waist down. They curled their legs under their bodies and got out the chicken and potato salad, feeling a kind of warm, touching intimacy that they had never been able to indulge in before, chiefly because they were guiltily fucking in Laura's apartment and frightened that Jane's mother would find out. Jane might be young—so young! Laura thought, filled with alarm—wild, and half-crazy, but Laura found herself feeling fonder of her than ever. And of course, their sex was searing, scorching, and heart-stopping. She wondered if she had ever screamed so loudly as she had moments ago, when she was coming. God, this wild girl really rang all my chimes, didn't she, Laura thought.

It had even momentarily made her forget her sadness and confusion over Dawn and Ada, and their poignant messages left on her voice mail.

It was a fine, warm day, with a gentle breeze and a thin layer of high clouds sliding by overhead. They ate and dozed, half-tangled together, kissing lazily, caressing each other more and more intimately.

"Are you going to fuck me with your huge dick now?" Jane whispered, given Laura a coquette's smile.