Returning from lunch, strolling lazily down Market Street toward her office building, Laura paused at a sidewalk vending cart for an ice cream cone.  It was a warm day.  She had a date after work with Francine Bell and was idly turning over in her mind the way they would probably tear each other apart, it had been so long.  She had not seen Frankie since her tryst with Frankie's twin Regina in Denver, and she knew Frankie would want to hear all about it, and would probably be jealous, and competitive.  The thought of it made her smile.  She'll want to prove she's hotter in bed than Gina.  Be still, my heart!

But all thought of Frankie quickly flew out of her mind when she noticed the girl getting an ice cream in front of her.  A pretty 'black blonde' girl with a tight little body and a cute face.  An adorable butt, long strands of curly dark blond hair, obviously dyed but not coarse or orangeish, as some hair like that often was.  Laura frequently found black blondes attractive, though the closest she had come to sharing a bed with one had been the wild red panther Kim, who was all-over bronze and burnished gold, with hair to match.

This girl in front of Laura saw her looking, as she must often have seen people looking.  "I'm sorry for staring," Laura said boldly.  "You're just so cute."

"God, I am cute, I know," the girl sparkled at her.  "I try everything I can think of not to be cute, but damn I'm just cute, there's nothing I can do about it."

"Nothing wrong with being cute."  Laura looked over at the vendor, who was patiently waiting.  "Oh . . . I'll have a single scoop of . . . cookies-and-cream."  She looked back at the girl, who was about to walk away.  "I'm Laura," she extended her hand.  Anything to keep her there.

"Gail."  Gail took Laura's hand.

Laura held it a little longer than necessary, releasing Gail's hand only when it became necessary for her to dig in her handbag for some money to pay the vendor.  "You work around here?" she asked, while paying him, trying to keep Gail there with her eyes.

"Walgreen's."

"I was just going that way.  I'll walk with you."

Gail smiled patiently and waited.  Laura paid for her ice cream, then joined Gail walking toward Walgreen's, which was actually the opposite of the way she had been going.  But who knew?  She certainly wasn't going to mention it. 

Laura usually fumbled her way through these kinds of conversations, and this one was no different.  You couldn't just say, 'God, I would love to fuck you,' to a darling little thing like this, right on the sidewalk in front of Walgreen's.  You could let your eyes say it, though.  Which was what she did, while prattling about fatuous things like the weather, and how much she loved Gail's hair.

"Do you do it yourself?"

"Oh god, no.  I could never do it.  I have a girl friend who does it.  For a price."  She made a cute grimace.  "Sorry."  She looked at her watch.  "I'm almost late.  I'm still on probation.  Just started two weeks ago.  Got to be on time."

"Of course."  Laura was afraid that her eyes were undressing the darling girl right there on the street.  She pulled them back into their sockets.  "Maybe I'll see you once in a while . . . like, when I come into the store.  Like that."

Gail beamed at her.  "You probably will, if I don't get fired."

"Go . . . go," Laura smiled and made a shooing gesture.  "Don't get fired because of me."

Gail smiled over her shoulder as she entered the store, and Laura was afraid she had seen her looking at her butt.  A gorgeous tight round butt.  Oh dear.

 

 

 

After work she met Frankie by the elevators.  "I guess a gorgeous woman like you could use a ride home," she smiled.

"I don't know," Frankie acted skeptical.  "I don't accept rides from just anybody."  They shared an elevator alone to the lobby.  Laura wanted to pounce.  "Perverts are everywhere," Frankie said.  She grinned sassily at Laura.  "They want to do awful things to you."

Laura didn't dare continue this banter in the lobby and waited until they were outside, in the breezy alcove that led through the alleyway to the parking garage.  "I'm afraid, my pet, that I'm one of those."  She made a mock leer at Frankie, at her legs, and her delicious rump.  "I want to do awful and wonderful things to your wonderful bod."

Frankie grinned back.  "We'll see.  Any girl who can get my twin sister into bed has got to have some special magic."

"Oh?  She told you?"  Laura grinned.  "She told you before I got to tell you?"

Frankie smirked.  Laura, as usual, was driving her to the Fremont BART station to pick up her own car.  "She told me she can see why I dig girls if they're all like you."

Laura was silent.  Even though Frankie had predicted she would fail with Regina, she saw no reason to gloat.  "Your big sister is completely gorgeous and hot," she said softly.

"Well . . . what did you expect?"  Frankie smirked again.

"Did you tell her they're not all like me?"

"You know I wouldn't know that," Frankie said, as if embarrassed.  "I've only been to bed with you and Sandra."

"And Jamal."

Frankie nodded.  "We sold the house.  I have to move.  Two weeks."

"Don't tell me," Laura said, suspecting a secret.  "You and Jamal had one last fling.  In the house.  Before it's sold.  While I was in Denver."

Frankie looked out the window of the car, the opposite way from Laura.  "You . . . are a mind reader."

"I don't know why you're embarrassed about it.  He is your ex.  You had to have enjoyed some past times in bed."

Frankie nodded, glumly.  "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure."

"I think you spoiled me for that.  I mean, he has a nice, big, hard cock, of course, and he can be sweet when he wants to be . . . but . . . I couldn't help thinking of you the whole time.  While he was fucking me, I was wishing it was Laura."

Laura bloomed with a happy, thrilling blush, totally unexpected.  "I'm . . . flattered."

They had reached the Fremont BART station at this exciting moment in the conversation, and Frankie popped out of Laura's car, fishing for her keys in her purse.  "See you there in five minutes."

"I'm salivating," Laura winked at her.

At the house, Laura grabbed her before they were even inside the front door.  She kissed her warm, black, long neck and her ear and dug her fingers into Frankie's fine ass through her skirt.  "I'm really hungry for you."

Frankie laughed softly and wriggled free.  "Careful you don't step on Sammie.  She's bigger now, but in the dark it's hard to see her sometimes."

But Laura could feel her, twisting and weaving around her ankles.  She stooped down and stroked Sammie with great affection.  Sammie had been present when Frankie and Laura first kissed, on the floor in Frankie's walk-in closet, when Sammie had been only a tiny kitten mewing in the darkness among the shoes.  How could Laura not love her.  "You brought us together, Sammie," she said to her, finally lifting her up to rub her, now almost a fully grown cat, against her cheek.  She flirted with Frankie.  "Remember?"

"How could I forget?" Frankie locked and bolted the front door.

Laura put the cat down and grabbed Frankie again.  "I want to kiss you all over your body," she breathed.

"Is that what you said to Gina?" Frankie taunted, again slipping away.

Laura caught her again in the kitchen, where she was pouring some kibble into a bowl for Sammie.  She caressed her ass through her skirt, since Frankie was bending over.  "You have such a terrific ass."

Frankie stood up and whirled to face her.  "Go ahead and say it.  'For a skinny girl.  You have a great ass for a skinny girl.'"

"I wasn't going to say any such thing," Laura demurred. 

"You don't think I'm too skinny?"  Frankie did a neat pirouette in front of the refrigerator.  "I think I've dropped ten more pounds since I've got this job.  Just worry and stress.  At least the house is sold.  That's one less problem."

Laura embraced her.  She kissed her with warmth and passion.  "No, I don't think you're too skinny.  I think you are shockingly beautiful, and I want you."

Frankie tugged her to follow.  "Come in the bedroom while Sammie's eating, and fuck me, and don't tell me anything about Gina until you fuck me and I come about thirty times."

"Mmmm," Laura laughed as she stumbled after her, Frankie quickly pulling her down the hallway.  "An invitation I can't refuse."

In Frankie's bedroom, they quickly undressed each other.  "Jamal thinks I'm too skinny," Frankie murmured to her as Laura unclasped her, Frankie's, black bra and slid the straps down her long arms so that she could fill her hands with her small breasts.  "He told me.  Too skinny."

"You are not too skinny," Laura panted, devouring her.  She sucked her neck, then her nipples, first one, then the other, hard.  "You are perfect.  You are so sexy I just wet myself looking at you."

"Ouucchh!" Frankie gasped, looking down at her breast inside Laura's mouth, but not pulling away.  "Oh shit . . . you suck so hard!  It makes my feet tingle, even."

Laura pushed her down on the mattress.  They were both naked now and luxuriating in the feel of their smooth, warm flesh rubbing.  "I am going to make your whole body tingle."

"Oh Laura, god, it feels so good, I've missed you so much!"

"Mmmm, that goes double for me."  Laura kissed her everywhere, hungrily.  Frankie had a very slender but delicious young body, very black and svelte, with a fantastic hard stomach, straight, sculptured collar bones, small black doves for breasts, long shapely legs, an incredible ass for a thin girl, as Laura had already pointed out.  Laura was all over her, unrestrained.

In the middle of her swarm attack, Sammie rejoined them from the kitchen.  She leaped onto the bed, but when she saw the snuffling and panting and groping and slurping and wild sucking and gasping that was going on, she quickly jumped back off again and sauntered across the room, pausing to watch these two crazy humans trying to devour each other, before exiting the room entirely.

Laura and Frankie did not even notice.  They were, truly, a little more frenzied than usual, making up for their separation.  Laura really consumed the poor, lovely girl.  She wanted her sweet pussy.  She pushed apart Frankie's sleek, hard, black thighs to get to it.  Frankie was forced to give in, and she lay back to accept Laura's worship.

"I want your pussy . . . your beautiful pussy . . ." she panted, feverishly kissing Frankie's sleek inner thighs and spreading apart the tight black curls of her bush to get at the hot, inflamed, oozing dark pink slit. 

Frankie giggled softly.  "You might as well go for it.  You know he didn't.  If it wasn't for my ass, I think he wouldn't want me at all."

"I can't blame him there, but I want your pussy," Laura repeated, beginning to lick Frankie's blossoming slit tenderly from top to bottom and back up again.

She and Frankie had explored many different kinds of sex together, though none of the rougher stuff yet that Laura often visited with some other lovers, including now Makeeda.  Frankie's ex-husband Jamal had taught her to love anal sex, and she and Laura rarely missed an opportunity for it.  But tonight, Laura wanted to be different, unique, one who loved Frankie's sweet black pussy, which she did extravagantly, making love to it now as if it were the center of her universe, exploring every fold and crevice with the tip of her tongue, until Frankie was softly whooping and gurgling, and churning and straining.

And she was a vision to behold, lying on her back, clenching her fine hard abs, wincing with intense pleasure, squeezing her own small breasts and twisting her swollen black nipples, whimpering, gasping, anticipating a piercing climax. 

"Oh shit . . . you do that so good . . . I don't know why I don't beg you to do it more often," she panted to Laura, propping herself up briefly on her elbows, looking down her long body to Laura's head between her yawning thighs.

"Mmmmm," Laura hummed happily, "I think you are about to have the first of those thirty orgasms."

She slid two fingers up into Frankie's greasy, warm, very tight channel.  "Oh, oh!" Frankie gasped.

"Mmmmm, you have such a tight pussy.  Almost as tight as your pretty little asshole."

Frankie couldn't speak.  Her eyes were glassy, her mouth slack, her body tense with need.  Laura was fucking her pussy rapidly with her fingers and sucking her clit at the same time, as well as stroking it hard with her tongue.  Nobody could hold up under this kind of heated sexual assault for long.  Frankie moaned and twisted.

"Unngghhhh!  Oh!  Unngghhh!  God . . . Laura . . . you're making me come!"

"I know . . . I know . . ." Laura chuckled softly.

"Oh!  Oh!"

"You can do it, honey," Laura murmured to her, finding it hard to get even these simple words out in the increasing passion of her slurping and sucking.  She was really mouth-mauling Frankie's beautiful wet pussy by this time, and fucking it much faster with her hand too.  "Go ahead and let it come.  Give it to mama, give me that bomb, give it to me . . . give it to me . . ."

"Unh!  Unh!"

"Oh yes . . . yes . . . now . . . yes . . ."

"Ungghh!  Oh!  Aunngghhh!  MNNGGEEE!  Oh!  Ungghh!  Auunngggg!"

Frankie erupted in sharp cries and groans, her lovely young body arching in the air as the initial impact of her orgasm wrenched her, then collapsing back to the mattress and dissolving into a twitching and squirming mass of beautiful spasming black flesh.  Laura held on as best she could, still kissing Frankie's gleaming, flexing body wherever she could reach it with her lips, waiting for the sharpest spasms to wane.  Finally, Frankie relaxed into quivering, and whimpering, and Laura again moved up to kiss her face, her cheeks, her forehead, her mouth, when the panting subsided.

"Oooohhhh, a good one!" she smiled.

Frankie smiled in disbelief and nodded.  "So good.  I can't live without you."

Laura did not know how to respond to that and so said nothing.  But she continued stroking and kissing her.  "I love to see you come that way.  You are so beautiful."

Frankie was silent and abstracted for a moment, finally calm and fully recovered from her wrenching climax.  "You know, there's this guy at work, one of the partners, actually, who wants to do me.  Doesn't make much of a secret about it, either.  Keeps telling me he knows I must be so beautiful when I come.  Can you believe that?  Isn't that a little out of line?  I mean, I never know what to say.  Isn't that sexual harassment?"

"Sure sounds like it to me," Laura said, letting a little of her genuine jealous hostility into her voice.

"But I can't say anything.  They'll just fire me."

"Maybe not . . . if a powerful guy wants to fuck you.  They'll probably keep you around."

"How long?  When he finally gets tired of waiting?  I wish I knew what to do."

This was a dilemma Laura had never faced.  People at work did want to fuck her, she knew that.  Over the years there had been several, all men.  But none had been bold or rude enough to come right out with it.  Instead, they stared, or leered, or made the occasional suggestive remark, which was easy enough to deflect.  After a while, most of them realized that she was fishing in other waters, especially when they saw how vulnerable she was to certain other employees; like Yvette, or Randi, for example.  Then they backed off, turned their attentions elsewhere.

"Maybe letting him know you prefer pussy," she suggested softly to Frankie. 

"So risky."  Frankie broke into a smile.  "I mean, some guys really don't like being rejected.  He might fire me on the spot."

"Can he do that?"

She shrugged.  "Please give me a hug and let's stop talking about it.  The whole thing makes me nervous.  I just want to be fucked.  I still have another twenty-nine to go."

Laura nuzzled her smooth, damp, black neck.  "Greedy little pig," she teased.  "Wants it all for herself."

Frankie blinked and pulled a long face.  "I am being a selfish little pig, aren't I?  I forgot about you completely.  Laura likes the Big O, too.  Here, let me get you there.  I think I still remember how."

She did remember how.  Having had a thorough schooling in lesbian love from her high school friend Sandra, Frankie had few peers in the girl-girl fucking department.  She loved making Laura whimper and scream, and within minutes Laura was doing both, gasping and choking on a fierce uprush of sweet, choking sexual spasms, gurgling and whinnying with happy, exuberant coming.

"Oh Frankie . . . oh Frankie . . ." she gasped and giggled as the storm passed, leaving her panting and weak.

Frankie held her close, kissing her cheek.  "There.  I guess I've given you back what you gave me."

Laura smiled and kissed her.  "But not enough.  Never enough."

"I know.  We are both little fuck pigs."

Now that they had both climaxed, they both were ravenously hungry.  This, Laura reflected, was a common thread with her, and often with Frankie too.  They came home to Frankie's house, fucked themselves silly, then promptly ordered out Chinese food or pizza, both of them growling with hunger.  The same young Chinese man always delivered their take-out order (when it was not pizza), and they enjoyed teasing him by appearing half-naked, clearly in the middle of a torrid evening of lesbian fucking, making him think they were wild sex fiends.

Which we are, Laura laughed inwardly.  "He thinks we're fucking," she whispered to Frankie this time, after they had paid him and shut the door.

"He doesn't know the half of it, does he," Frankie said as they carried the food cartons into the kitchen.  "Can you imagine that poor guy going home and imagining us doing it?"

"He probably gets a ton of pleasure out of it, darling.  I know I do.  Maybe we ought to invite him to join us next time."

Frankie caressed Laura's cheek tenderly.  "I don't want to share you."  She gazed deeply into Laura's eyes.  "With anybody.  Not with Gina . . . not with Makeeda.  I'm so jealous of her."

"Don't be."  Laura kissed the tip of her nose.  "She's not jealous of you."

"She doesn't know about me.  Does she?"

"No."  Laura shook her head.  "Better that way."

"I guess you're right," Frankie shrugged.  "I think if things were better at work, I wouldn't be so clingy.  I hope you can forgive me."

Now Laura hugged her hard.  They were both wearing Frankie's thin, flimsy little housecoats, and it was easy for them to feel each other's body through the thin cloth.  This hug was nearly enough to ignite their fires again, before they had eaten.  "I want to fuck you again," Laura whispered against her cheek.  "That's how much I forgive you."

"Oh," Frankie scoffed, slipping out of her embrace.  "You just always want to change the subject to fucking."  She giggled, flirting.  "Isn't there anything else on your mind but that?"

"Not when I see you running around in that skimpy thing.  You are wildly sexy, my pet."

"Here, help me dish this up so we can eat and get back to the main business."

They ate at the kitchen table and fed scraps to the cat.  They had always been very relaxed together, and Laura realized that if Makeeda were not in her life, Frankie would be a good candidate to replace her.  The girl's long, lean, svelte, silky, deeply black body was a huge turn-on to her.  She couldn't take her eyes off her, as they ate.

"I think I ought to charge you for the way you look at me," Frankie murmured, her eyelids heavy and drooping with sexual feeling.  "You know, like billable hours."

"Is it the way the partner at work who wants to fuck you looks at you?"

"Yes.  Only he more . . . like . . . leers."

Laura leered, but comically, an exaggerated leer, so that they both laughed.  "I can do that too."

"I know."  Frankie set down her chopsticks.  "Forgive me for being blunt, but I really need you to fuck me up my ass.  I think I've imagined it five hundred times since you were last here."

Laura made a face at her.  "I thought you recruited old Jamal to take over that duty, while I was gone."

Frankie wilted a little.  "You want to know something?  I think I like it better with you now?  I mean, he started me on it . . . but you do it better?  Like, you're not as rough.  Only when I want you to be.  Men are . . . so, I don't know . . . out of control.  When they're going to come they don't give a hoot about you.  Just rip and spurt, you know?"

Laura nodded.  "I know."

"Do you?  Have you done it like that with them?"  Laura had never discussed her prior sex life with Frankie.

"Sometimes it's good to be out of control, as you put it."

"No kidding.  You let a guy fuck you up the ass?  When was that?"

"Oh, years ago.  I'm like you.  I'd rather have you do it."

"You're making me hot."

"There's one thing that's not as good, though."

"Feeling him shoot into you.  That warm jet.  Right?"

Laura smiled and nodded.  This conversation was making her hot, too.  "I'd give anything to shoot into you."

"Let me tell you something.  By the time we get there, I'm coming so hard I wouldn't even know."  She wiped her mouth cursorily with a paper napkin, and pushed her chair back from the table.  "Let's go do it.  I'm getting so horny."

Laura arose too and followed her back into the bedroom.  "I think maybe we should give the food a chance to digest first.  Who knows, we might get 'out of control.'"

"I will," Frankie grinned over her shoulder at her.  "I'm almost out of control now."

"Silly goose," Laura kissed her.  She removed Frankie's housecoat, and Frankie removed hers.  They pressed their naked bodies together, still standing by the bed.  Laura got a big thrill out of stroking her fabulous naked bottom with her fingertips.  "Let's just lie down and snuggle and kiss for a while.  That really gets my motor running anyway."

"Me too."  Frankie was docile and sweet.  They curled up together, and since they weren't thrashing and squirming around, Sammie joined them too.  "Tell me about how you and Makeeda spent your time together.  Tell me how you fucked.  Do you do it like we do it?  I mean, up the ass?  Like we're going to do it in a minute?  I mean, I have the impression that other people don't do that.  Like, for example, Sandra would never have done that with me.  She just thought it was so perverted."

"Honey . . ." Laura put a forefinger to her enchanting lips.  "You are babbling.  What Makeeda and I do is no business of yours."

"But you love her.  I'm so envious.  You must have very moving sex.  Right?"

Laura nodded.  "Sometimes."

Frankie grew pensive.  "We have moving sex, too," she said softly.

Laura nodded again.

"And sometimes you fuck me so hard I could just scream."

Laura grinned and kissed her shiny forehead.  "Sometimes you do scream."

"I know.  Sometimes you scream, too." 

Laura nodded and smiled and kissed her lovely shiny black shoulder.

Frankie pouted.  "What are we going to do when I have to move into an apartment?  I mean, I have to be out of here in two weeks.  Do you think I can find an apartment that fast?"

"Of course.  I'll help."

"But we won't be able to scream while we're fucking any more," Frankie pouted some more.  "People will hear us."

Laura grinned.  "Cheap entertainment.  They probably won't complain.  Everybody gets hot when they think two horny lesbians are doing it in the next apartment."

Frankie laughed.  "You're probably right."  She laid her head on Laura's shoulder.  "Are you really going to help me?"

"Of course.  One of the guys at work hired a rental agency to find him one.  They found five, and he had his pick.  I'll get the name of the agency for you."

Frankie kissed her and looked at her dreamily.  "I want you to fuck me and kiss me at the same time," she murmured softly.  "When we're doing it spoon, we can't kiss.  At least not comfortably."

"I like to kiss you too, angel," Laura said, kissing her back.  "I will be happy to do whatever you want."

"Pretend I'm the center of your universe instead of her.  At least for a minute or two.  And kiss me and fuck me up my ass until I die of coming."

"Wow.  I guess we have it all mapped out.  Let me get the strap-on."

In truth, Frankie's request was enough to make her blood race and thump.  What could be more arousing than this lovely naked girl begging Laura to fuck her ass and kiss her romantically until she had a thrilling analgasm?  I may have died and gone to heaven, Laura thought playfully. 

In only a few more seconds she was well-equipped to carry out the plan, the large, thick, ribbed dildo of the strap-on device jutting up obscenely from her groin.  Frankie gazed at it as if she had never seen it before, though Laura fucked her with it nearly every time they were together.  "Wow, it's so big," she said softly.  "I forgot.  Even Jamal isn't that big."

"That's never stopped you before," Laura grinned at her.

"I know," Frankie beamed, but almost shyly.  "But it hurts a little going in.  At first.  Be gentle, okay?"

"My darling, am I not always gentle?"

Frankie made a loud guffaw.  "No!  Sometimes you're worse than a guy.  Ripping and stabbing."

"You love it."

Frankie straddled her, a vision of beauty, dark and lean and gleaming.  Sammie scampered off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor, knowing that amorous athletics were about to commence.  "You're right . . . I do," she smiled, holding the shaft of the dildo in her fingers and guiding it under the swollen, wet, open lips of her inflamed cunt, toward the smaller, tighter aperture behind it.

"Hold it a sec," Laura cautioned as she quickly uncapped her small bottle of baby oil and with her fingers stroked some onto the shaft.

"Just wipe them on the sheet," Frankie said.  "I'll wash it later."

"Gently we go, my darling," Laura murmured, holding the slippery, greased dildo in her fingers to help steady it as Frankie slowly lowered herself onto it.

This was going to be so sublime.  In this position, Frankie would be able, in essence, to fuck herself, sliding up and down on the lubricated shaft, while Laura kissed and stroked her and watched her beautiful face become transfigured by exquisite pleasure.  What could be more wonderful?  I love fucking you, you gorgeous creature! she thought.  Frankie's eyes rolled up as the long shaft slowly slid up into her rectum, gnawing her lower lip, panting softly.

Now that the dildo was inside her body and therefore in no danger, temporarily at least, of slipping out, Laura took her advice and quickly wiped her fingers on the sheet, then ran her hands up Frankie's long torso to her gorgeous little breasts, squeezing and fondling them lovingly as Frankie, after a moment of adjustment, began to rock slowly to and fro on the shaft.

"Mmmmm, and I get to suck these too . . . as well as kiss you," Laura murmured to her, encircling Frankie's upper body with both arms and pulling her down closer.  "I want to kiss you . . . and suck you . . . and fuck you . . ."

"Oh god, Laura, it's so good with you!" Frankie panted, kissing Laura back heatedly.

"I want to suck your breasts."

"You want to suck my teeny tiny titties?" Frankie laughed disparagingly, doing a little shimmy so that the gorgeous beauties jiggled in front of Laura's face, her thick black nipples gleaming..  She often threatened to get implants, which aroused serious ire in Laura.

"Just the right size to get all into my mouth, you little devil," Laura laughed back, sucking one lovely small breast in deep, pinching Frankie's black nipple against the roof of her mouth with her tongue.

"Oh shit, that feels good!  You know . . ." Frankie panted more rapidly.  "I'm not going to last long.  I'm going to come so fast!"

Laura could not reply because her mouth was full of Frankie's beautiful breast.  She continued to suck it hard, and at the same time began to join Frankie's groin motions, up-thrusting with her own hips, now holding the base of the dildo again with one hand to keep it from slipping out, jabbing upward more vigorously.  Frankie winced, and gasped.

"Oh!  Not so . . . hard . . . please.  Slow down a minute, okay?"

Laura let Frankie's wet breast slip out of her mouth, slowing down, still in perfect rhythm with her, thrusting gently.  "Of course, my angel.."  Now that they were moving more slowly, she could let go of the dildo and again raised both hands to Frankie's breasts, one now wet with her saliva, the other ready for the same treatment.  "Mmmmm, I could suck these forever."

Frankie gurgled and smiled in response.  "That would be okay with me," she panted.  "Except I want you to kiss me too."

Laura encircled her neck with one forearm and drew her face down to her.  She kissed her ravenously, but did not stop the rhythmic, gentle thrusting of her hips.  The dildo was snugly inside Frankie's asshole and did not move in or out very much.  Frankie kissed her back with ardent enthusiasm.

"I love kissing you," she panted softly against Laura's mouth.  "I love feeling my boobs against yours.  One of them is all wet."

"I know.  Now the other one is going to get wet, too."

Laura slid her lips down Frankie's chest, and Frankie propped herself up a little to make her other breast available.  "Laura . . . I think I'm going to come."

"Mmmmmuummmm," Laura hummed, tonguing and sucking her breast passionately.

Frankie's delectable nipples were very sensitive.  She had once told Laura that there was a beeline from them directly to her pussy, and her current reaction seemed to verify this.  She began churning more vigorously, and mashing her breast into Laura's mouth, and whooping softly.

"Ohhhmmm . . . oooohhh . . . oh shit . . . oh!  I . . . I am going to come, Laura!"

"Of course you are, honey," Laura panted, still chasing Frankie's wet, dangling breast with her mouth, sucking Frankie's shiny black nipple back inside.  "Go ahead and do it.  Mmmmuuummmm!"

By now Frankie was holding herself up over Laura with only one arm.  With her other hand she was rubbing her pussy rapidly, rubbing her clit, now gasping and swirling her pelvis wildly.  Laura had to grab the dildo with one hand now to steady it, to make sure didn't slip out.  They were definitely accelerating the tempo, getting wilder by the second.

"Oh!  Oh!" Frankie gasped.

Then, even though she had warned Laura she was going to come, she fell silent for a minute or so, grinding and pumping and concentrating and whimpering softly as the crescendo of her lust swelled and soared.  She pumped.  She groaned softly, pumped faster. 

"Unh!  Unngghh!  Oh shit . . . you can . . . fuck me harder, Laura.  Go ahead.  Ungghh!  Yes!  Mmmgghh!"

Since up to now Laura had merely been assisting her in this act, helping, moving in rhythm, cooperating, she took this as a green light to fully participate.  She began up-jabbing with her hips, sending the dildo deeper into Frankie's body with each lunge, bringing excited little squeals from Frankie's throat.

"Mmnneee!  Yes!  Mmnneee!  Annghiieee!"

The bed rocked.  Laura realized that they were pumping and churning more wildly than she had thought.  Frankie was gurgling and wheezing, throwing her head back, more and more out of control, closer and closer to her climax.  Laura held the base of the dildo in the fingers of one hand, while her other hand clasped one of Frankie's delectable small breasts, squeezing it, her pelvis up-thrusting vigorously.  Frankie whimpered and whinnied.

"Auuunngghh!  Mmnnnggeee!  Oh god . . . Laura!  Oh god, it's so good.  I . . . I . . . yes yes . . . I—"

But her breath was cut off abruptly as the uprush of her orgasm wrenched her body.  She fell forward onto Laura, twitching and straining, keening softly deep in her chest as the first powerful shockwave clenched her shuddering flesh.  Then, suddenly, her voice returned, and a sharp cry rose up out of her lungs.

"Ooouuugggnnhhhhh!  Ahhnnngggg!  Mnnggeeee!" she wailed, writhing on top of Laura and coming in a torrent of crippling spasms.

Laura encircled her with one arm and held her tightly as successive shocks wracked her lovely lean body.  "Yes . . . honey.  Yes . . . honey . . . yes . . . do it . . . do it.  I love it when you come so hard."

Frankie panted and twitched and gurgled some more and panted again, her breath slowing only after a couple of minutes elapsed.  Laura caressed her long naked back, and murmured into her ear.  She loved feeling Frankie's long, warm, smooth body pressed against her own and had no desire to end this moment of sweet intimacy, with Frankie still quivering and twitching a little from the aftershocks..

"I love you, Laura," she finally whispered, pulling her head up from Laura's neck.

Laura smiled and kissed her shiny forehead, her cheek.  "I love you too, honey," she murmured.  "You know I do."

It was remarkable how many ways you could say this, she reflected.  Frankie, she was sure, knew the way Laura 'loved' her, that it was not like the love she felt for Makeeda, but that it was still deep and abiding and genuine.  For example, she had shared marvelous, scorching sex with Frankie's own twin sister Regina in Denver, and yet she certainly 'loved' Frankie and not Gina.  Laura had gone through a period, a lengthy period, when she had, as Nyomi had expressed it, 'fallen in love with every person she slept with.'  This kind of love with Frankie, though similar to that, was also of a different quality, a species of its own, a sweet, special regard that touched her heart and also aroused her lust in a particularly complex way.  She did love Frankie and was not embarrassed to admit it.

Frankie was not above pouting, though.  As she pulled herself off the wet shaft that impaled her rectum, wincing slightly, then frowning with fetching sass at Laura, she half-snarled, "Liar.  You just love my pretty black body."

Laura, cleaning up a little with the edge of the sheet, and slipping out of the straps, winked at her.  "That, too.  I won't deny I love it."

Frankie quickly shed her little moment of the sulks.  She stretched out next to Laura, and they embraced and kissed.  "You always make me come so hard," she whispered against Laura's lips.

"Mmmmm, the harder the better.  Just watching you gets me off."

Frankie tickled her until they were both laughing and squirming.  "Lying again," she laughed.  "I'll bet you didn't.  Get off, I mean.  You need me to help."

"I wouldn't turn that down, either," Laura panted, kissing her throat and nearly dying of rapture as she felt Frankie roll over on top of her to begin a sweet love assault.

"And afterward," Frankie said, unable to restrain her mirth, "you're going to tell me all about how you got my dick-worshipping nasty big sister Gina into bed."