Laura, feeling lazy and warm and pretty happy, her hand under Jane's shirt, running along Jane's naked back, descending to her phenomenal ass, really wanted to avoid everything but the purest, most natural kind of making love. It could be energetic and hot, as it had been moments earlier between them, or it could be gentle and tender and excruciatingly slow, but somehow she didn't want it to be perverted by twisted toys.

"Mmmm, just let me kiss your beautiful pussy and make you pant," Laura nuzzled her neck.

"I want to know what that big dick feels like," Jane pouted. "You did it to Inky. Least you can do is do it to me too. I know you love me more than her."

Laura smiled wanly at her. "What would your mother think?"

Jane pouted. "She'd think you have a bigger dick even than that Marshall dude she so crazy about."

But Laura had already fucked Jane's mother with the thing once, and she knew what Kendra had thought of it. She felt a slight pang at the realization that she would never clutch that hard, muscular, athletic body to her again, or watch Kendra writhing in a fierce orgasm that she, Laura, had caused.

Jane reached over Laura for the small valise, a movement that made one of her firm young breasts graze Laura's hand, which was still under her shirt. Laura cupped it and squeezed it. Jane had delicious breasts, hard and springy, and Laura felt her pussy melting inside again, as if they had not fucked heatedly only minutes earlier. But Jane was determined, and snatched up the valise, rolling away from Laura on the blanket, giggling girlishly, and unzipping it. Her shirt came open as she rolled away, revealing her naked breasts, swaying, her nipples shiny and large and black.

She pulled out the long, fat double dildo, dangling it from two fingers and giving Laura a salacious grin, as she had done when she had first discovered it on Laura's bed months ago after Laura had been using it on Charise (and herself), propelling them both into sharp paroxysms of coming while Jane eavesdropped in the apartment above Laura's. When she pulled it out of the valise, the small bottle of baby oil that Laura had thrown in with it fell out too onto the blanket. Jane's eyes fell to it.

"Laura, you nasty thing, I think you had this all planned," she grinned.

Laura smiled, giving in. After all, any way you fucked Jane was bound to turn out good, especially out here in the woods, in the bright sun, warm and delightful. Why should she fight it?

"Lie down on your tummy and let me give you a back rub," she coaxed, picking up the small bottle.

Provocatively, Jane gave Laura a smoking, seductive smile and slowly removed her sweater again, letting Laura's eyes devour her body. No matter how much Laura got of it, she could never get enough, and Jane knew it. Laura peeled off her sweater again too as Jane stretched out on her stomach, the round, high moons of her thrilling ass rising above the small of her back, so smooth, black, beautifully sculptured, and gleaming that Laura was hard pressed not to fall on them with her hands and mouth immediately.

Her hands were shaking excitedly as she unscrewed the cap of the small bottle. She straddled the backs of Jane's thighs and, holding the bottle a few inches above Jane's sinuous naked back, let a fine stream of baby oil drop onto the sleek black skin, moving the bottle to create a swirling design.

"Ooohhhh . . . that feels good!" Jane smiled back over her shoulder.

"Mmmm, it's going to feel even better," Laura purred to her, setting the bottle down between two soda pop cans so that it wouldn't fall over.

Using both hands, she spread the oil out all over Jane's silky back, rubbing it into Jane's smooth skin, which began to gleam and shine as the thin film of baby oil covered it. Working slowly, painstakingly, and thoroughly enjoying each exquisite sensation as Jane's marvelous flesh slid under her oiled fingers, she rubbed her shoulders, gently worked her way down Jane's spine, then moved to the supple, curved flesh above her narrow waist, leaning forward sometimes to plant a lingering kiss on the skin just before she covered it with warm oil.

"Ohhhh Laura . . ." Jane moaned softly, into the blanket, turning her head from side to side, the long, sleek muscles in her back rippling as Laura's fingers found the delicate, secret nerves there and stimulated them.

Laura leaned forward, brushing her own dangling breasts across Jane's shiny back, feeling her nipples stick to the oily surface of Jane's shining skin, pushing Jane's hair away and lowering her lips to the nape of Jane's neck, kissing her there sensually.

"I'm going to suck your toes again . . ." Laura whispered in her ear. "And make you come hard."

"Oh . . . god! And fuck me with that big dick? Oh Laura . . . I think you better hurry. I'm getting all excited and wet down there. Hurry . . . please!"

"Mmmmm, all things come to she who waits," Laura murmured, licking her earlobe, then kissing, then sucking the nape of her neck again, giving Jane a fierce jolt of the shivers.

"Ooohhhhh! Please!"

"Does the oil feel good on your skin?"

"Oh shit . . . yes!"

"I'm going to spread it all over your ass . . . and your beautiful legs . . . and then I'm going to suck your toes and make you come."

Jane whimpered and writhed, face down on the blanket, biting her lower lip as Laura began to drip warm oil from the bottle onto the high-rising moons of her ass. As she began to massage the firm round globes and rub the oil into them, she realized that she would have a hard time keeping her promise. Only a few asses in the universe approached the perfection of this one, and as Jane's firm buns slipped and slid under Laura's oiled fingers, Laura could feel her own pussy burbling and oozing and flowing and throbbing.

"Fuck me, Laura . . ." Jane gasped, looking back over her shoulder at Laura, her eyes glazed and reddened and desperate. "Fuck me . . . with that dick, fuck me hard, do it quick, please."

Unable to resist the feeling, Laura leaned closer again and this time pressed her naked breasts against Jane's oiled asscheeks, pushing them hard against Jane's smooth flesh, feeling the firm round buns mash into her nipples.

"Oh god, Laura . . . please!" Jane begged her again.

But Laura, though quivering and panting herself from overwhelming lust for Jane's shiny, oiled body, was determined to keep control. She grabbed the bottle again and began to drip a thin stream of warm oil on Jane's long, shapely legs. It was fascinating to watch the translucent golden bead of oil land in a thin line on Jane's satiny black skin and then spread out into a glistening pool that Laura quickly began to spread with her fingers, kneading Jane's hard calf muscles and sleek thighs, dropping her lips to Jane's ankles before the oil reached them, then kissing her feet again, as she had done earlier.

By now Jane was moaning continuously again, parting her thighs, gyrating her pelvis instinctively, pushing her pubic bone down into the blanket, raising her ass high. Laura knew she wanted to be fucked badly. Both of them were totally submerged in the throbbing hot cloud of lust that enveloped them, in a trance of sex, their bodies pulsing and squirming together as the sun beat down on them and the birds occasionally cried and chirped in the surrounding trees and underbrush. Jane's young body was all shiny and glistening, wildly desirable as she twisted and squirmed under Laura.

The wet, dark red seam of her open pussy glimmered between her smooth black thighs, and Laura was torn between giving Jane what she wanted and instead pressing her mouth to the dewy, shiny, inflamed, puckered cleft and sucking and tonguing it, swallowing the girl's warm, coppery pussy fluids, until Jane was whooping and groaning through a climax so fierce that she could not imagine it. The thought of plunging the dildo into it, as Jane wanted, instead of her tongue was a grievous choice. I love this young girl's body! she thought, consumed with the desire to ravish, rape, and swallow Jane, this writhing, shiny, oiled, naked beauty sprawled beneath her on a blanket in the fresh, wild outdoors.

Still rubbing the oil into Jane's twisting, scissoring legs, Laura leaned forward and began to kiss the swollen moons of Jane's glistening buttocks, perfectly round and shiny with a coat of oil, high and jutting and magnificent. Up until now she had only kissed Jane's skin where the oil had not yet spread, but now she did not care if she tasted the oil so long as it was Jane's warm round buns she was pressing her lips against, the firm melons of Jane's ass that she dug her fingers into.

"Oh god, Laura . . . pleeeease!" Jane moaned, unable to bear it any longer.

"Yes, honey . . . yes, honey," Laura panted, now nipping the firm, bulging flesh of Jane's miraculous bottom with her teeth, delirious herself from fierce sexual desire. "Oh god, I love your beautiful ass!"

In her own ears, her words sounded a little like: Yes, honey, quit bothering me, all I want is to devour and consume these exquisite hard black moons of yours; whereas Jane was actually suffering a sweet but real torment, needing release desperately, trashing and writhing and whimpering in a way that made her more desirable than ever to Laura. Again, she rolled to her side, looking back over her shoulder, in another attempt to implore Laura, but this was a mistake.

One of her delectable, upswooping, hard young breasts with its round, shiny black nipple came into view, dangling toward the blanket, and triggered the last remaining spark of crazy rapist in Laura, who flung her body forward across Jane's back, pushing Jane to the blanket again, but grabbing the exposed naked breast at the same time in one hand, squeezing it hungrily and sucking the back of Jane's neck again at the same time. She slid the fingers of her other hand into Jane's ass crack, rubbing her little anus suggestively, then dropping her fingers to the soupy, runny gash and sliding them inside.

"Unhh!" Jane groaned softly, her hips swirling up and back as she thrilled in the feeling of penetration she so craved.

"Oh god, Jane!" Laura panted, sliding back down Jane's lovely oiled body.

She knew now that the idea of sucking Jane's toes a second time was out of the question. Both of them were too aroused not to bring this to a conclusion fast. Reluctantly loosening her hand from the wonderful treasure of Jane's young breast that she had just caught in it, she slid further down the girl's glistening, oiled back until she again arrived at Jane's ass. Unable to keep from kissing and biting it again, she gave into the urge while at the same time fishing with her hand next to them on the blanket for the dildo.

"Unhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ungh! Oh Laura . . . please! Ummnnngghh!" Jane groaned, face down on the blanket but swirling her greased and shiny ass back into Laura's face as Laura continued to close her teeth excitedly around big clumps of hard, springy flesh. "Fuck me!"

"Yes! Oh yes, honey!" Laura panted, finally locating the dildo and bringing it over between Jane's thighs.

It took hardly a second to guide the huge torpedo between Jane's gaping, glossy, wet cunt lips, and Laura pushed it forward, watching the thick stalk slide deep into Jane's pussy.

"Arrnngghhh!" Jane groaned, a grimace seizing her face as she felt her cunt being crammed full of the monster. "Oh shit . . . that thing is big! Ungghh!"

Ordinarily, Laura would have climbed on too, sliding the other half of the monster up into her own throbbing, flowing pussy and rape-ramming them both into a flaming finish, but Jane was already so far gone in delirious fuck-need that all Laura could do was bring her off fast. Already Jane was twisting and quivering, eyes rolling up, toes curling—those delicious brown toes Laura had been caressing with her tongue only minutes earlier—her legs flexing, her face desperate with need. Laura held the fat, hard dildo with both hands, moving it in and out of Jane's pussy, watching her shiny black labia cling to the wet shaft as it emerged, then watching the expression of sublime rapture spread over Jane's features as the huge pole rode deeply into her body again.

"Unh! Unhhhhh! Oh yes, oh yes!" Jane gasped, her fingers clawing the blanket, her ass uptilted to give Laura better access to her pussy. "Oh god yes! Annghh!"

Laura had begun to fuck her harder, and faster. She leaned forward again and began to bite Jane's smooth ass cheeks as she relentlessly drove the huge dildo deep into Jane's pussy again and again, twisting it now, rotating it like a corkscrew as she plunged it into Jane's crammed slit, so wildly aroused by their grunting and moaning and Jane's writhing, oiled, black body that she wondered if she might come too just in a sympathetic orgasm of her own, without even being helped to it.

Jane by now had begun to swirl her hips and buck with them so violently, pushing her pussy into the plunging dildo, that Laura could no longer kiss and suck and bite her buns. She was quivering and groaning more wildly with each passing second, and Laura knew her orgasm was close. Grabbing the dildo with both hands, she wondered if she might have time to slip the exposed end into her own pussy and join in the conflagration before it exploded into flames. But it was a vain hope because Jane began to come only a split second after Laura got the idea.

"Auuoowwwnnggg!" she cried out, her body shuddering in mid-air, her hips quaking.

"Oh god, yes!" Laura gasped, seeing Jane wracked by a shockingly intense spasm.

"AUUNNGGHHHHH!" Jane groaned, as loudly as Laura had ever heard her. "Ungghhh! Ohhhhnngggg . . . Laur—"

"Yes, baby . . . yes, baby," Laura purred, continuing to fuck her this time with the dildo, though not as hard as before, thrusting it into her pussy and twisting it, watching Jane shudder and hearing her moan as fresh spasms shook her.

"Ungghh! Oh shit! Oh! Auungghhhh!" Jane cried out, twisting and surging under Laura, wincing as the huge ridged stalk penetrated her, then moaning as the fierce pleasure wrenched her body.

Laura knew how good it must be from the expression on Jane's face. Perhaps because they had already fucked, and it had taken Jane a little longer to get there this time, her climax seemed to last longer too, a surging and receding tide of shattering spasms that seemed to wane, then crush her again repeatedly, until finally she lay face down on the blanket, panting hard, and groaning softly as the punishing pleasure began to fade.

Slowly, carefully, knowing that Jane's pussy was throbbing and extra-sensitive at this moment and would feel everything, Laura extracted the monster, unable to take her eyes off Jane's clinging cunt lips even as she pulled out the rigid member. When it popped free, Jane's inflamed, puffy cunt was as inviting as ever, all slick and flaming pink and looking ready for another vigorous rape. I could fuck her again, Laura realized. I could climb on and fuck both of us together. She'd love it; she never turns it down.

True, Jane did look a little blasted by the experience, stunned even. She was moving slowly, her breath only now returning to normal. But her glistening, oiled, black body and the sight of her puckered, inflamed pussy still ready to be fucked was enough to catch Laura's blood on fire all over again, and she snatched up the dildo from where it had fallen on the blanket, bringing it back over between Jane's thighs, guiding it toward the girl's swollen, oozing quim, when she suddenly felt Jane freeze under her.

"God, Laura, look," Jane said in a startled, low voice.

Laura's eyes followed the direction of Jane's gaze toward the edge of the meadow to the right of them, where she saw two hikers scrutinizing her and Jane with the same fascination and shock she and Jane were feeling. One was wearing a backpack, and the other held a water bottle; both were wearing wide-brimmed hats. They appeared, at Laura's quick glance, to be a man and a woman, and they seemed to paralyzed, looking at Laura and Jane as if they were some grotesquely intriguing creature from outer space. They stared. Their mouths were open.

Then they saw Laura and Jane looking over at them. Their paralysis relaxed, and the woman looked away, as if embarrassed. The man kept looking.

"Oh Christ," Laura said, quickly grabbing a handful of clothes and the extra blanket, pulling it over on top of Jane, trying to get under a piece of it herself.

She glowered back at them, but they were already moving off. Glaring at them, she could feel Jane struggling up beside her.

"What the fuck they doing . . . watching us?" she asked sharply. "Ain't ever seen anybody fucking before? Wishing they could do it themselves, no doubt."

"Get your clothes on," Laura said quietly, quickly beginning to pull on her own.

Jane, still stark naked and glistening all over her marvelous body with the oil Laura had spread there, took this opportunity to be petulant.

"I ain't leaving just because some white assholes want a peek at you and me doing the Big Thing. I told you, let 'em get their kicks. Shoot, I had about the best orgasm of my life just then. When you fucked me with that huge thing." She pointed to still-wet gargantuan double dildo lying beside them on the blanket with awe. "Now I know why Inky be screaming like holy murder down there in your apartment when you were doing her. Shit, that thing is killer. Don't you want me to do you now?" She stroked Laura's bare shoulder just before Laura pulled on her sweater. "You must be pretty hot, Laura. Don't you want me to return the favor?"

"Get dressed. We're leaving."

"You didn't like our picnic," Jane pouted provocatively, with a half-grin, as if trying to seduce Laura all over again.

Laura gave a furtive glance over her shoulder, seeing that the spectators had disappeared. She smiled and caressed Jane's cheek with her finger.

"Honey, I don't think I've ever had a picnic that compares with this one. I loved every minute of it."

Reluctantly, Jane began to put her clothes back on too. "Yeuhhh, it feels all sticky now," she frowned.

"You can take a shower at my place."

Jane raised one eyebrow. "You sure? Are you going to take one too? I mean, I didn't get to do you a second time. I like to do it to you too, Laura."

"My neighbors," Laura reminded her. "You should know, you used to live up there."

Jane shrugged. Then she leaned close, breathing sexily in Laura's ear. "I'm gon' rape you," she giggled. "Let 'em call the cops. Rape rape rape. You gonna squeal, Laura."

"I might consider it if you let me drive back," Laura said, remembering the drive up the mountain, which had nearly caused her heart failure.

"I can't let you drive my mama's Jeep. She said never to let anybody drive it but me."

Her face was still close to Laura's, and Laura leaned a few inches closer, brushing her lips against Jane's phenomenally smooth black cheek.

"What about somebody who just gave you the best two orgasms of your life?" she whispered.

Jane thought about it. "You're right . . . you did do that," she said calmly. She squinted. "Even better than when we broke your bed."

She gave Laura the keys for the drive home. This turned into an ordeal only slightly less grave than riding up the twisting mountain roads with the kamikaze Jane at the wheel, since Laura was bedeviled by a series of anxieties almost as intense as the fear of losing her life. She was still overwrought—Jane was right—from their second fuck, in which Jane had climaxed hard but Laura had not been able to due to the intrusion of the hikers. Her hands shook a little on the steering wheel. She could not get the vision of Jane's writhing, oiled, deliciously black and glistening body spread out face down for her on the blanket, Jane's splendid, dark, gleaming moons swelling above the huge dildo that Laura was pushing in and out of her clinging pussy.

These thoughts made her hornier than ever, and made her hands shake worse. Moreover, she tried to forget the fact that she was driving Kendra Fallon's Jeep, with Kendra's seventeen-year-old daughter in the passenger's seat, the daughter she had just exuberantly fucked with extravagant perversion and fearfully intense lust on the mountainside. If there were an accident, they would be found together in the crumpled steel of Kendra's vehicle, Jane's body still coated with the oil that (Laura knew Kendra would think, and she would be right) this perverted lesbian had rubbed all over her before inflicting the most exquisite and depraved sexual practices on her darling baby. And I sucked her toes, too, Laura thought. Do you think that would show in an autopsy?

She smiled at this reflection, realizing how stupid she was being about it. Jane amused herself by criticizing all the people in the surrounding cars, not noticing Laura's distress and abstraction. When they arrived at Laura's apartment, Jane started taking off her clothes only a second after Laura closed the door.

Oh god, I love her body! Laura thought. I just can't look. I want her again. I want her and want her.

"What you looking at?" Jane smiled coyly, holding her shirt up in front of her half-naked body like a matador's cape. "Now you see it . . . now you don't."

She pulled the shirt to one side, letting Laura's eyes fasten on her dancing, glimmering black nipples, then pulled it back again quickly, hiding her body. Laura pointed.

"The bathroom's in there. You can use my towel. I just put it out there this morning. Don't get any ideas. I think they're home."

Jane flirted, still holding the shirt up in front of her. "Don't you want to see it again?"

Laura shook her head, reluctantly. She actually did want to see it again, and grab it, and devour it. "Take a shower."

"I could go up and see if they're home," Jane suggested playfully. "You know, just ring the bell. Tell 'em I'm selling candy for school. Or give 'em a Watchtower. Only I don't have a Watchtower."

Laura thought about how every time the Gibsons saw her, she was with a lovely black woman. Ada. Dawn. Pretty soon they would begin to put two and two together. They weren't stupid. And Jane was underage. On the other hand, if Jane did it, Laura would not be there. How could they connect her and Jane? She was very tempted. She really wanted to fuck Jane again in the worst way.

"I think we better not," she said, regaining her grip on the straight and narrow. "Go on, now. Wash that oil off that lovely body."

Jane's eyes flickered with pleasure, and mischief. She gave Laura a sexy pout and disappeared down the short hallway. Laura decided to go into her bedroom and change, since she also felt sticky and dirty from their afternoon of frolicking naked in the sun. Frolicking is one way of putting it, she thought. The girl is catnip to me. I can't resist her, but she's like a train wreck.

She heard the water start in the shower and allowed herself a moment to envision the sight inside the shower stall: Jane's wonderfully hard and firm seventeen-year-old naked black body streaming with warm water, now shiny and glistening again, but with a different quality entirely, the quality of water, not oil, her nipples hardening under the impact of the shower stream, her hair tinged everywhere with dew, the water dripping in silvery droplets from the dense, glimmering bush of her pubic hair, then streaming down her sleek, shapely thighs.

"Ohhh Lauuuuuraaaa," she heard Jane's voice calling to her from the bathroom. "Lauuuuuraaaa."

Laura stood in her bedroom, having removed most of her clothes already, gnawing her knuckle, trying to resist Jane's call. I can't do it. The bathroom magnifies everything. Even the smallest moan echoes.

But in her mind's eye she could see Jane's wet body. Moreover, she knew Jane was so wild and unpredictable that she might just come in there any second, dripping, glistening, showing her naked self to Laura and pouting, wondering why Laura had ignored her call. The pent-up sexual energy she had been unable to vent on the mountain after they had been interrupted by the hikers made itself very apparent to Laura. She felt a hot pulse hammering insistently inside her pussy, which was growing very wet as she let herself listen to the shower, and Jane's beckoning voice.

She went to the bathroom door, peeking around the corner but not going inside. "Yes?" she croaked, unconvincingly.

The shower door was made of fogged glass, so Laura could see nothing but the alluring silhouette of Jane's body, but Jane slid open the door and peeked back at Laura, smiling like a schoolgirl, which she was, of course. Laura felt wild lust and horrible chagrin at the very same moment.

"I got that oil all off now," Jane said, coyly.

"That's nice."

"You promised you were gonna take a shower with me."

"I did not."

"Did too. When I gave you the keys."

"I . . ." Laura swallowed. "I said . . . I'd consider it, that's all."

Jane slid the door a little farther open, knowing the effect the sight of her naked body usually had on Laura. The fact that they had been vigorously fucking already that day seemed to make little difference. Laura could not keep her eyes from devouring the girl's wet, sparkling black flesh.

"You considered it yet?"

Jane slid the door open further. Shower spray began to hit the floor and the wall beside the shower stall. Now she was standing naked and wet before Laura, the stream of shower water falling directly on her shiny shoulder, the rivulets streaming down her breasts and her stomach. She raised both hands to her young, springy breasts, cupping them in her palms from below, offering them to Laura, biting her lower lip while brushing her thumbs across her wide, wet, erect black nipples.

Laura was in her underwear, having removed the rest of her clothes. She reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, letting it slide down her arms, and quickly skimmed off her panties. Jane smiled an 'I thought so' smile, then slipped behind the half-open door.

Laura stepped into the shower and pulled the door shut. "You're getting water all over my floor."

Jane pounced. Without warning, she turned and pinned Laura against the tiled wall of the shower stall, half-growling in a sexy, playful way, and running her hands feverishly all over Laura's naked body.

"Now's my turn," she growled, kissing Laura's neck, pinching both of Laura's nipples, then kissing Laura's mouth hungrily. "I told you, Laura, I'm gonna make you squeal."

Laura knew it wouldn't be hard. "Please don't," she panted, quickly overcome by Jane's passionate caresses. "They'll hear us."

Jane didn't hear her, or didn't care. True, the shower water was loud, and Jane was very busy. Pushing her own wet body into Laura's, she sucked the streaming warm water off Laura's skin, squeezing Laura's breasts and stabbing Laura's excited nipples with her tongue. Her mouth and hands seemed to be all over Laura's body, sucking and probing, nipping Laura's wet flesh, one hand dropping quickly to Laura's crotch.

"Oooohhhh, Laura, you are very wet and horny, aren't you," she purred into Laura's neck, sliding a finger up into Laura's oozing, pulsing slit.

"Unh! Unh! Oh Jane! God, that feels so good."

Laura's body sagged against the tiled wall, her knees weakening, her breath growing shorter. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw that she and Jane both were completely drenched, her own hair ropey and matted and soaked through, Jane's beaded with water, webbed in places and glistening with embedded droplets. For a brief instant she was reminded of her shower with Ada, the first time they had fucked, but surprisingly she felt that the whole dynamic of this moment was dramatically different. Ada had been naïve and stunned by the scorching sex they had discovered together in her shower, but Jane was a sexual whirlwind, all over Laura, as she had promised, her mouth tearing at Laura's wet nipples, her hand swirling over Laura's throbbing clit and her fingers sliding up sharply into Laura's flowing pussy, making Laura yelp softly and struggle to stay on her feet.

"Oh Jane . . . unhh! Yes! Oh yes . . . honey . . . ungghhh!"

"Hold on, Laura," Jane panted, "you ain't seen nothing yet."

"God . . . it feels so good!" Laura gasped as Jane let her teeth sink gently into one aching nipple. "Yes! Bite it a little . . . yes! Like that! Ungghhh! Oh!"

Jane's big, sensual lips slurped Laura's erect, jutting coral nipple, sucking down the water droplets. She bared her teeth, smiling up at Laura, and sank them into the wrinkled, erect areola.

"Mmmm, you like that, eh?"

"Auuggnnhhh! Oh shit!" Laura gasped, almost sliding to the floor.

Jane had not really bitten her nipple hard at all, just lightly, but the sensations shot like a hot wire directly to her cunt, making her quiver and her whole body run with fire. She realized that she was very close to coming due to their earlier encounter on the mountain. A few more seconds of this and she would come explosively.

The rising steam and the punishing rivets of hot water and Jane's ravenous sexual attack on her body made Laura dizzy and delirious, arousing her wildly, making her whimper and squirm as Jane pushed her back against the wall, fucking her pussy hard and assaulting her nipples hungrily at the same time. Laura could feel the hot, swelling, surging feeling deep inside her body, knowing that it was going to burst in seconds.

"Oh Jane . . . I'm going to—" she gasped. "I'm going to scream."

Jane chuckled, pinching one of Laura's wet, throbbing nipples, then sucking it hard again into her mouth. "I told you I was going to make you squeal. You gonna squeal, Laura."

"Oh yes . . . oh yes! Give me something to bite down on. Please! Quick!"

Their eyes raced around the shower stall, as if they would find something there. As it happened, there was a wash cloth hanging on the shower caddy, and since it was under the showerhead, it was not too wet. Jane snatched it and stuffed it into Laura's hand before quickly returning to her sexual attack.

"Unhhh!" Laura grunted, feeling her feet nearly lifted off the floor of the shower stall by a fierce thrust of Jane's fingers up into her pussy. "Unh! Oh!"

She raised the wash cloth to her mouth and stuffed it between her teeth, biting down on it hard just as she felt the hot swelling bubble inside her body expand and burst. Her body actually did a sharp jackknife against the shower wall, which she was unable to prevent, bumping it so hard that her flesh made a hard smack against the tile. Then, helplessly quivering as the shocks of a powerful orgasm hit her, she fell forward, but Jane was there, pinning her back, letting her slide down to the floor, sliding with her, never taking her hands off Laura's twitching, straining body as Laura came in repetitive shockwaves.

"Mmmnnggggeeeeeee!" she screamed into the wash cloth, trying to pump her hips into Jane's thrusting hand though the cramped quarters made it impossible. "Unnmmnnggeeeee! Ungghh! Mmmggnneeeee!"

Now Jane was embracing her, still fucking Laura with her hand, but pushing her wet breasts into Laura's and pushing Laura back against the wall, kissing Laura's cheek and her mouth. Both were seated on the floor of the shower, with the water rushing down on them from overhead, their legs inter-tangled together. The spasms of Laura's climax began to diminish, and she kissed Jane's dark, glistening shoulder, licking the water off it, kissing the hollows above her clavicles, then her smooth black neck.

"Oh god, Jane, it was so good," she moaned, still feeling pleasant aftershocks deep inside her pussy. "You made me come so hard."

Jane's face was very close to hers, and Laura could see her panting, her eyes glazed. She realized that Jane was very worked up by having brought Laura to this hot climax. She leaned close and kissed her.

"You want to come again?" she murmured, raising her hands to Jane's wet breasts, lightly pinching Jane's large nipples.

"God, Laura, I think I'm almost coming already," Jane confessed, wide-eyed, appearing to be shocked by her own sexual arousal after she had already had several cataclysmic orgasms during their picnic.

Jane's young body was shiny and wet, streaked by fresh streams of water, and Laura wondered if it were not more beautiful now than it was earlier, coated with a fine film of baby oil. She had a gargantuan appetite for Jane's body, and her orgasm had done nothing to diminish it. Jane's eyes burned into Laura's.

"I want you to fuck me in my ass," she said, almost daring Laura, who did not need to be dared.

"You can't make any noise," Laura warned, having to raise her voice to make it heard over the whoosh of the shower.

Jane shook her head. "I won't."

"Let me get the oil."

"Just use the soap," Jane said, eyes glowing. "Hurry."

Laura knew the soap really wasn't very good for this, but Jane seemed about to pop. It probably wouldn't be a long, drawn-out process getting her there, and she was usually a pretty fast comer anyway. With a little anal stimulation, she would probably go off like a Roman candle in seconds.

Even better, Laura had a bottle of aloe-and-balsam shampoo in the shower. The shampoo, she knew, was slippery and smooth and would make a fine lubricant. Quickly, she half-stood and snatched it off the lower shelf of the shower caddy. She turned Jane so that her back was now against the wall, then slid her into the corner.

Smiling in her sexiest, most lubricious manner, eyes locked to Laura's, Jane slid her body down the wall and spread her thighs, exposing her brightly red pussy and her ass crack to Laura. While Laura unscrewed the cap from the shampoo bottle, Jane ran one long forefinger up and down in the wet, fiery crease of her splayed open pussy, rubbing her clit with it, a sight Laura could scarcely tear her eyes away from.

Quickly, Laura poured the golden shampoo over one finger.

"Two fingers," Jane said, locking her eyes with Laura's.

"Really?"

Jane nodded slowly. Laura was amazed. Jane was only seventeen, but she was far more reckless and adventurous than most women Laura knew, far more turned on by dangerous sex and wild, perverted practices. Next thing you knew, she would want to be tied up and raped. Or, knowing Jane, she might like to do the tying up and raping herself. What will she be like when she reaches my age? Laura wondered.

Somehow, even though they were both drugged with sensuality and steaming lust, the hammering of the shower on their skin and the noise of the water raised the level of sexual intensity, and they could not keep their wet bodies from rubbing and sliding together. Laura leaned forward and caught Jane's mouth with her own hungrily, kissing her roughly, urgently, demandingly.

"Hold on, honey, I'm going to take you to paradise," she panted against Jane's lips.

A bemused smiled passed over Jane's face, her black eyes pulsing, swirling in temporary sexual dementia and need. Laura's greased fingers slid easily between her firm round buns, and then, more easily than she had thought they would, up into Jane's tight anus, their entry eased by the copious gobbets of shampoo that Laura had spread onto them. Jane's eyes went instantly glassy.

"Ummppffhhh!" she gagged softly.

"Does it hurt?"

Jane shook her head. "Suck my pussy too," she said, her words only half-audible through the shower noise.

Her eyes rolled up.

The shower stall was a little small and cramped for this, but Laura managed, through bending her legs and sliding sideways, to get her face into Jane's crotch. The unintentional twisting of her hand, since her two fingers were still embedded in Jane's rectum, caused Jane to squeak and bite her lower lip. Her eyes rolled up again.

Now Laura's mouth was just inches from the wet, puckering slit of Jane's ruby red pussy. Each time she moved her fingers, Jane's wet body trembled, and a sharp moan escaped from her throat. Oh god, she's going to cry out when she comes, Laura realized. How can she help it?

She glanced around the floor of the shower stall until her eyes lit on the wash cloth, which she herself had been screaming into minutes ago. With her free hand, she snatched it up and tried to wring it partially dry. Then she brought it up to Jane's mouth.

"Noise, honey," she panted, feeling wildly aroused herself. "In your mouth."

Eyes glazed, Jane nodded and opened her mouth. Laura pushed the damp cloth into it, and Jane bit down. Laura dropped her face to the girl's crotch again, amazed at how she could smell the thick, sharply erotic odors of Jane's flooding, horny pussy even in the crashing, steaming environment of the shower. By now they were both completely drenched, their hair soaked and matted, and Laura was reminded, since it was so recent, of her first fuck with Ada, in Ada's shower, when Ada had called her a 'wet rat.'

But this was completely different, in almost every way but the shower. Ada was a grown woman, Laura's age or a little older, whose limited sexual experience and inhibitions had made seducing her a complicated challenge, whereas Jane was barely seventeen, jailbait, and an undisguised little hellion for fucking. Ada had a fairly large, voluptous body, with full, swelling hips and large, pendulous breasts, whereas Jane was shorter and smaller and had a taut, lean teenager's body with a killer ass and firm, springy, jutting breasts. Ada had been surprised by Laura's sexual advances, but Jane had invited them, and her glassy eyes rolled up again as Laura's mouth now found her runny, inflamed furrow and began to lick and suck it passionately.

"Mmmnggghhh!" she grunted into the washcloth in her mouth, her ass squirming on the wet tiled floor.

"Oh Jane . . . oh Jane . . . what am I going to do with you . . . I love fucking you so much!" Laura chanted as she hungrily devoured Jane's streaming, tangy pussy, plunging her lubricated fingers up into Jane's ass at the same time, rotating them, feeling the girl's wet, flexing body quiver with each thrust.

"Mmmnggghhh! Mmmnggghhh!" Jane groaned each time.

Jane's hands started out resting on Laura's shoulders, but as the sensations Laura was arousing in her pussy grew more intense, she began to lose control, and her fingernails started biting into Laura's flesh. Laura knew it, but she couldn't stop herself. Instead, she started fucking Jane's ass even harder, twisting her fingers, jabbing them up into Jane's tight asshole, and sucking her cuntlips, then her clit, heatedly. Overwhelmed by Laura's passion attack, Jane dropped her hands from Laura's shoulders to the floor, planting them flat and lifting her ass up off the tiles, gyrating it forward into Laura's mouth and plunging fingers.

Whimpering and keening into the wash cloth, Jane threw her head back, grinding her cunt into Laura's face and squeezing the fingers inside her ass with her clenching ass cheeks. Something fiercely animalistic entered their hot fucking at this moment, both of them grunting and snuffling, Laura parting the outer lips of Jane's pussy with her fingers and sucking the glossy black inner lips, driving Jane nearly up the wall. She jammed her ass down on Laura's hand, so hard that only Laura's upward thrust had kept her wrist from being snapped by Jane's fiery urgency.

"Ungmmmnngg! Aunngghh!" Jane grunted, her hips swirling, her smooth wet belly quivering. "Aungh! Aungh!"

Laura noticed a slight difference in the pitch of her last two cries, even more tight and frantic and urgent than before. She realized Jane was going to come, any second. They were thrashing and grunting like animals on the floor of the shower. Jane's wonderful young wet breasts were bobbing above Laura's head as she gyrated her pelvis sharply into Laura's face again and again.

As Jane's arms weakened and her body slumped back against the wall, and onto the floor again, Laura released her slippery, glistening black pussy lips and moved her mouth up to Jane's clit. She gave it four or five deep throat-sucks, realizing as she did so that Jane was going to come anyway, so it was hard to say this helped her. Jane's body shuddered, and her head leaned to the side. Then she was wracked by inner convulsions that began to shake her glossy wet flesh violently.

Her cries at first were reduced to tiny squeals and squeaks as she grimaced and tossed her head from side to side, her lower body entirely wrenched by the sharp spasms of her orgasm. Laura, unable to resist Jane's delicious bobbing young wet breasts, replaced her mouth in the girl's pussy with her free hand, then caught one large, gleaming black nipple in her mouth and sucked it hard, clamping her teeth lightly into it as Jane had earlier done to her, while the full force of Jane's orgasm began to explode.

"Mnngghnngghiieeee!" Jane now wailed into the wash cloth between her teeth, clenching and spasming as Laura pressed her back into the corner of the shower stall.

Her first orgasm, which had been underway even before Laura had sucked her clit, gave way now to a second, even more powerful wave of pulverizing shocks. Laura had never slacked off and was still fucking her ass and pussy relentlessly with both hands while at the same time hurrying her mouth from one of Jane's nipples to the other, sucking both of them more passionately than ever.

"Auunngghmmmmnnggiieee!" Jane howled again, almost physically propelled by the force of this climax back into the wall.

Laura swarmed all over the climaxing girl in a mad frenzy of sucking and fucking, as if trying to consume Jane and completely ravish her, but by the time her second climax began wane, even Jane had clearly had enough. Whinnying softly, she opened her mouth and expelled the damp wash cloth, sucking great lungs full of breath, and panting hard, still wincing as aftershocks of her orgasms shook her.

"Oh god, Laura . . . stop," she gasped, sagging into the corner, her body unable to take another sweet killing spasm.

"Oh baby, did I do it too hard?" Laura asked, truly concerned, extracting her fingers from Jane's nether orifices, and kissing her cheek, her lips, which were beaded with fresh droplets from the unceasing shower.

Jane grinned, looking even younger than she actually was, so innocent, paradoxically, after she had just been wildly fucked in the shower and had two devastating orgasms.

"Fuck," she said, with a pixie smile, shaking her head in disbelief. ""You do it too hard, Laura. Pounding my poor little booty that way. Oh wow, I came like the end of the world, though. I thought I wasn't ever gonna stop coming."

"I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Jane slowly shook her head. "You gonna have a big water bill, though."

They were both still sitting there with the shower beating down on them, streaming water, their hair soaked and glued to their heads. They looked up at the relentless rush of water. Laura slowly reached up and turned off the faucet.

"You're right," she said, both of them giggling softly now, realizing they didn't have to shout at each other any more over the water noise.

She struggled to her feet and helped Jane up. Still a little dizzy from a couple of really violent climaxes, Jane nearly stumbled and fell, but Laura grabbed her, embraced her, held her, pushed her back against the tile wall and kissed her searchingly again, running one hand over Jane's wet breasts.

Jane bit her earlobe.

"Ouch!"

"I don't know how many more times I can let you fuck me, you horny old white lady," Jane smiled.

"You loved it," Laura said, squeezing her breast. "Let's go in on the bed."

"I might make more noise. You gon' drag this washrag in there and stuff it in my mouth?"

"I was thinking of it," Laura winked at her. "Worked this time."

They got out and dried each other off. "You know," Jane said, "both Keeshon and Donnell really like to fuck me, but I don't think either one comes close to you. Guess that's one reason I like you so much. You dig me. You just want to screw and screw. I think maybe you got too many hormones, Laura."

"Mmmmm, you bring out the best in me," Laura purred, burrowing her nose into the groove that ran down Jane's beautiful back as she fluff-dried it with a towel.

They went into Laura's bedroom and actually did fuck one more time, a slow, smoldering fuck that began with a sixty-nine and ended with a face-to-face shared orgasm, full of kissing, coming, moaning, sobbing into each other's neck as the final scalding blasts shook their embracing bodies.

"Tell you one thing too," Jane whispered to her as they coiled lazily together afterward. "Neither one of them got a clue how to make me feel the way you do."

"Mmmm, I'm so glad. It means you'll come back to me."

Jane gave her a comical slantwise glance. "You got a bigger cock, too."

"Oh Jane, you say the sweetest things. Why don't you stay here tonight?"

Jane shook her head. "Can't. I'm staying with my Auntie Doris in Oakland. In fact, I got to be there at seven o'clock. My mama's calling to make sure I'm there and I haven't wrecked her Jeep or anything."

Well, at least the Jeep is in good shape, Laura thought. We just about wrecked each other, though. I feel like I haven't fucked this hard in months.

"I loved the picnic," she said, briefly mooning over Jane, reliving their heated tryst in the sun, then in the shower. "I loved the shower too."

Jane beamed. "I like not having to share you with Mama any more. Now it's just you and me." They walked down to the Jeep together. "Hope you ain't seeing that ugly black Inky any more."

Laura shook her head. It was true. She had not seen Charise for almost a month. It wasn't exactly a lie, Laura reasoned to herself. And Jane was so irrational about it.

"But you shouldn't call her that," she cautioned Jane. "She's sweet."

"Sweet and black as an old boot," Jane snapped. "What's this thing you got about black girls?"

Laura could feel Jane bristling. "Let's not talk about her."

"I'm better. You know I'm hotter than her."

"Jane, you are hotter than anybody. I get burned every time I touch you."

Jane giggled, getting into the Jeep, starting up the motor. "Better not touch me now. Everybody be watching the smoke rise off your fingers." She made a sexy moue at Laura. "Take care of that dick. Don't be sticking it in anybody else, okay? I get jealous."

Then, with a fiery, half-serious stare at Laura, she dropped the Jeep into gear and drove off.