As she had warned Laura she would probably do, Allisha had managed to involve herself in two separate lesbian relationships, since, as she had told Laura, 'you're already taken.'  In the past, Laura would have experienced some serious heart pangs over this, since she irrationally wanted her darlings exclusively for herself, even though she would never ignore Makeeda for even one of them, as she (and they) well knew.  But now, over the years, she had grown: they had lives too, and she would not begrudge them a rich and varied sex agenda.  She could only sulk and stew privately.

True, she had her hands full juggling Nyomi, and Bonnie, and Frankie, all while Makeeda was out of town; with occasional dalliances in the arms of Deshona, or recently Dee Dee, Arthell and Shelley.  That ought to be enough to hold anyone, she thought.  Even an insatiable lover of sweet black pussy like me.

But it was not.  She still could not resist dropping into Walgreen's now and then to flirt with Gail.  Of course, it was 'flirting' only to Laura, not to Gail.  Who could say what Gail thought of it, why this thirtyish married woman Laura (three more times Laura had had to correct her from 'Lana' to 'Laura'; that's the kind of impression I've made on her, she thought in waspish asperity) was always hanging around her with her tongue metaphorically out.  Their Friday 'date' to meet and share some green tea or ice cream had fallen through when Gail's boyfriend, who was in college at UCLA, suddenly appeared in town.  This really wilted Laura's flower.  Her boyfriend, for Christ's sake!  Why are you keeping this up, Laura?

And then there was Allisha, who began haunting her dreams.  She had not seen the girl for months.  Maybe that was why Allisha began to show up in Technicolor, but always fully clothed, in one dream after another.  They were not even sexual dreams.  Allisha was just sitting in a chair to the side while something else, a dreamscape, was going on.  Or waiting at a bus stop.  Or a face in the crowd.  Or walking down a path in the park.  Laura watching.  Laura marveling at the honey-gold streaks in her hair.  Of course when Laura woke up from the dream, it all became sexual in an instant.  The mere wisp of a memory of this beautiful girl was enough to make her wet, make her pulse race.  She could feel the blood pumping in her throat.

She phoned her several times but always got her voice mail.  "Leave a message."  Okay.  I will.

"This is your love slave, Laura.  Calling to ask you why you've been persecuting me in my dreams lately with your incredible beauty.  Call me."

"Okay, this is your love slave Laura, again.  I know I've done you wrong by not calling, but I can't get you out of my mind.  Call me.  Please."

"Believe me, I hate to grovel, darling.  It's your love slave again.  I need you to chain me to the bed and punish me with kisses.  And more.  Please."

This was getting silly.  Laura actually did feel like she was groveling.  I've got to stop it.  It's not dignified.  It'll turn her off instead of on.

But it did not turn Allisha off, though it was another week before she called back.  "Hello, is this my love slave Laura?"

"You bitch.  My honey's back in town.  What took you so long?"

Allisha was aloof.  She was very good at being aloof.  When Laura had first met her, on the Muni Metro, it had seemed that the Sanctified Goddess of Aloof was her standard face to the world.  "Excuse me, love slave, but I have honeys too, you know.  I have two now.  One, they are hella jealous, and two, they take up a lot of my time . . . just, you know, doing me to heaven every day.  I didn't have time to call you back until now."

"Oooohhhh god, you're make my blood thump," Laura laughed into the phone.  "God, you are hot."

"That's what my honeys say, too," Allisha flirted.  She lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper.  "But they can't find my Gee! spot, like you.  Gee!"

"I'd like to be finding it with my tongue right now," Laura whispered back.

There was silence at the other end of the line.  Or the air, since they were talking on cell phones.  Gosh, people could be eavesdropping on us, Laura realized.  Aren't cell phone conversations insecure?  She could hear Allisha breathing and giggling softly on the other end.  "No kidding, Laura.  Nobody has ever been able to find it but you."

"Give me another chance.  What are you doing right now?"  Laura was again on the BART train, on her way home.

"I thought you wouldn't fool around when your honey is home."

"You're right."  Laura's shoulders slumped.  "I won't."

"Doesn't matter," Allisha said brightly.  "I can't anyway.  I've got my period.  And I'm driving to a job interview."

"A job interview?  It's six o'clock in the evening."

"It's at a restaurant in Sausalito."

Laura knew what it was like to have an affair with a restaurant employee.  Makeeda had been the hostess at La Rondine when they had first met.  I hardly ever saw her, she thought glumly. And when I did see her, she was too exhausted for fucking.  Or anything!  "A restaurant!"  She let her disappointment show in her voice.

"Got to work somewhere," Allisha said calmly.  "I have experience as a cook.  You never hung around long enough to find out anything about me.  Just wanted my body, I guess.  Like all the others."  Allisha was not above the intentional dig.

It was hard to tell over the phone whether she meant this or not.  She was very bright and very sharp-witted, and so it seemed unlikely that she thought Laura underestimated her.  "You know that's a lie," Laura said gently.  "I did not know you cooked, though.  Not food, anyway."

Allisha laughed.  "Laura, I missed you.  Not only the Gee! spot stuff, but everything else too.  I can't keep this up.  I've got to hang up.  It's illegal to talk and drive now, you know.  And I'm going onto the Golden Gate Bridge.  Have to concentrate.  Do you know how many fatal crashes there are on this bridge?  Call me again when your honey leaves town.  We'll have a little reunion."

"I'm dying to see you," Laura murmured to her one last time before she hung up.

In fact, sweet as thoughts of Allisha certainly were, Makeeda was home, and the usual effect that had on them both was to blot out everything else but their renewed intimacies and sexual fervor.  Allisha now stayed out of her dreams for a few weeks, since Laura was usually too tired after exuberant, often emotionally draining, fucking with Makeeda to dream anyway.  Finally Makeeda was off again to appear in clubs in Seattle, Minneapolis, and Atlanta.  Laura took a couple days to recover, but then found herself one evening after work driving Gail home from her yoga class.

"I'm so glad you could do this," Gail said, about the tenth time she had thanked Laura.

"No problem.  I had to work a little late anyway."  It was only seven o'clock.  "It's nice to see you."

There wasn't much of Gail to see, however.  The fantasies Laura had indulged at one time about seeing her in a tight-fitting leotard were crushed.  Gail wore simple sweatpants and a loose basketball jersey with a big crimson number '43' on the back.

"Who is forty-three?" Laura asked her as she got into the car.

Gail shrugged.  "I haven't the faintest.  Some dopey basketball player, I guess."

"I thought maybe you were a fan."

"Not me.  Jason is a Lakers fan.  But I don't think this is a Lakers jersey.  Wrong color.  Look, I'm so glad you could pick me up.  The car I usually borrow from Prentice, one of my roommates, broke down.  I think he said water pump or something.  Anyway, you're a life saver."

And you haven't yet guessed I'm trying to get into your pants, you cutie? Laura wondered.  But maybe not.  After all, she had made no obvious moves.  I just thought she could see it in my eyes, that's all.  That I'm eating her alive with them every second. 

Gail lived in the Mission with two other roommates in a three-bedroom flat.  Even though there were three bedrooms, Gail slept on a futon in the living room.  "That's Prentice's room," she pointed.  "That's Emily's room.  And that," she pointed at the last door down the hallway, "is The Casbah."

"The what?"  Neither of Gail's roommates was there, so Laura felt free to express her shock and amusement.

"The Casbah.  Prentice calls it that.  He's gay.  He brings his boyfriends up here.  That room is for . . . you know . . . doing it.  Only Emily doesn't use it much.  Her boyfriend has an apartment and she mostly stays over there.  Especially for sex.  Prentice brings his guys up here.  I just leave.  Or put in my earplugs."

Laura wanted to ask her, What about you?  Do you use The Casbah?  You and this guy Jason, for example? 

Gail could see the question in her eyes.  Can't see I want to fuck her, but can clearly see I think someone else is doing it, Laura reflected acidly.  "I've used it a couple of times," Gail said.  "I'm too inhibited, if someone is here.  I can't even come when I get all nervous like that.  Prentice doesn't even mind.  Groaning.  Shouting.  It's a little uncomfortable.  There's a coffee shop with wifi down the street.  I just take my laptop and go down there."

She smiled sweetly at Laura, as if leavening all this sexual talk with a dollop of her incomparable elfish innocence would make things more relaxed.  It made Laura want her more than ever.

"Let's go in there," she said suddenly to Gail, almost surprising even herself.  "Nobody's here.  Not for sex.  Let's just go in there and kiss.  I'm dying to kiss you.  I've always been dying to kiss you.  Let's kiss in The Casbah."

Gail broke into soft laughter.  "You are a lesbian, aren't you.  I kind of thought you were."

Laura could not resist reaching out to caress her cheek with the backs of her knuckles, very tenderly.  "Is that so bad?"

Gail continued laughing.  "It isn't bad at all.  I'm just . . . not one.  You know.  I guess you figured that out before now."

"I sort of guessed."  Laura realized she was threatening a delayed blush.  She had not been embarrassed at all about popping the 'kiss' suggestion, but now a huge wave of chagrin was about to wash over her.  She lowered her voice, even though there was no one there but the two of them, making it soft and smoky.  "Let's do it out here, then.  The kiss.  Only take a moment.  Just do it as a favor to me.  I love those lips."

She ran the tip of her forefinger lightly over Gail's very sensual mouth.  Gail's dark brown eyes grew soft and glowing.  Laura believed she was considering it; weighing the good and bad.  She wants to, Laura thought.  She wants to give in.

Gail tilted her head to the side and crinkled her nose.  "Okay.  But in there," she nodded back over her shoulder.  "In the Casbah.  If anyone came in and saw us kissing, I'd never hear the end of it.  They already tease me, about being too cute and sweet.  I don't need that."

Laura followed her down the hallway to the last room, wondering all the while how it would be different if the two of them emerged from The Casbah to find Emily or Prentice there.  They would surely think she and Gail had been doing more than kissing.

The Casbah was lit by two heavily-shaded lamps, so that the atmosphere was soft and shadowy and intimate.  There was a mattress and box spring on the floor; no bed frame.  But the sheets appeared clean.  God, it's a gymnasium purely for fucking, Laura thought, feeling the insides of her pussy flutter.  Gail shut the door behind them.

"How do they know not to come in?" Laura asked her.

"Oh.  I forgot."  Gail opened the door She took a red silk necktie, already tied in a loop, from a hook next to the frame and hung it on the outside doorknob.  "You're supposed to hang the tie there.  Then they know to stay out.  I never go in The Casbah very much, as I said.  So, I forget."

Again she closed the door behind them.  Now, don't push things, Laura, Laura reminded herself.  Go easy on this sweetie.  She doesn't know how much she wants it yet.  Just humoring me.

Again she caressed Gail's smooth dark cheek with her fingertips.  Gail was pliant and soft, looking up at her.  She was about a head shorter than Laura, so that Laura had to bend down a little to reach her lips.  Their mouths came together tentatively.  Laura did not know how far to push it, this kiss, and Gail seemed very passive and submissive, as if she were leaving it entirely in Laura's hands.

"Mmmmmm," Laura realized she was humming deep in her throat as she curved her own mouth into Gail's, trying to get Gail to open hers.  She did manage to slip the tip of her tongue between Gail's lips.  And she also realized her arms had encircled the girl, pulling her closer.  Her fingers were lightly digging into Gail's back through her basketball jersey, enough to feel with her fingertips the strap of Gail's bra..  "Mmmmm."

Then Gail pulled back, pulled away.  Even though dark and lovely, never more so than now in the shadows of The Casbah, her scent a marvel of her yoga-induced sweat mingled with faint traces of her usual healthy bloom, she seemed flushed.  She seemed embarrassed.  "Isn't that enough?"

Mmmmm, you darling, that's never enough, Laura wanted to say.  "I guess it is if you say so," she replied softly.

Gail smiled her pixie smile.  "Okay, one more.  Just a little one.  No sticking your tongue in."

"I thought you might like that."  Gail shook her head.  Laura shrugged, resigned.  "Okay.  Your rules."

Gail closed her eyes and presented her lips.  So cute.  She really was devastating, Laura reflected.  Who could ever resist her?  Slowly, she pressed her own mouth into them, this time giving Gail the full measure of her most sensual, seductive, romantic kiss, hoping to kindle a fire that she knew was latent, that needed only the right spark to flare up in an exciting little burst.  Once that happened . . .

This time Gail kissed back, though only in the vaguest, most tentative way, moving her lips against Laura's, not trying to stop things in the middle.  Laura had to exert all her self-control not to succumb to her acute physical desire.  At moments like these, a fierce wave of sharp sexual need would undulate through her body and mind, and she would often grope and squeeze and whimper and suck and knead and moan softly as the woman in her arms grew warmer and more receptive.  Neither of them realized that she had slipped one hand up under Gail's basketball jersey onto her warm, sweat-sticky back, until Gail pulled away, out of the kiss, panting slightly.  Her eyes were glassy as she looked up at Laura, her face so close.

"You're touching my back," she said, but not accusatorily, just stating a fact.

"Sorry," Laura said.  But she left the hand where it was.  "I didn't realize it."

"I think this has gone too far."

Laura's heart sank.  "Sorry," she said again, now slowly removing her hand.  She pecked Gail on the forehead.  "I guess you can't blame me for wanting you."

Gail shook her head and beamed at Laura.  "I don't blame you for anything.  I like people wanting to fuck me.  Lots of them do, you know.  You should see the way they follow me around Walgreens.  Mostly men, of course.  Some d—"

Laura was gazing at her mouth, the sensual mouth she had just been kissing and trying not to devour rapaciously.  Somehow Laura's focus on her mouth brought Gail up short.

She laughed uncomfortably.  "I was going to say 'dykes.'  They . . . follow me too."

"I suppose you include me in that group."

"Actually . . . no.  I never put two and two together until just tonight."

Laura took a few deep breaths.  I sure guess we're wasting our time here in The Casbah, she thought.  Maybe we should just clear out and leave it for Prentice and his gang of horny guys.  "One more little kiss," she murmured to Gail.  "I promise not to touch you.  But it'll . . . give me something to dream about."

Gail tilted her head to the side and smiled curiously at Laura.  "You really are a romantic, aren't you.  I like that.  You're different.  Guess that's why I always liked you."

She let Laura kiss her a final time, but Laura's hopes were still dashed.  Instead of warming up and participating, Gail merely submitted, as if waiting for it to be over, for Laura's little lust storm to pass.  This attitude on her part, of course, made it pass quickly.  Laura realized the futility of the moment and wound up the kiss quickly.  "There," she said, pulling back.  "Thank you . . . for indulging me."

"My pleasure," Gail said brightly, opening the door, removing the necktie from the doorknob and hanging it back on its hook.  "Look, nobody here.  I guess we could've done it right there in the front room."

Laura grabbed her hand and pulled her closer in the darkened hallway.  "I would do it with you anywhere," she breathed, letting her lips brush Gail's smooth cheek, feeling that she could lose nothing by being bold.

"I know you would," Gail breathed back.  "And don't think I'm not tempted.  But somehow it just . . . gives me the cobbeywobbles for now, you know?  I just can't make up my mind.  So don't push me, okay?  Just give me a little time."

"A little," Laura winked.  "But I warn you, I may die of longing."

"No, you won't.  You should join my yoga class.  It'll take your mind off sex."

"I know," Laura smiled.  "I'll hurt so much all the time that I won't be able to think of anything but aspirin."

At the door Gail took the initiative for once and kissed Laura.  It was, however, a quick, sisterly kiss.  "There.  That'll have to hold you for a while."

"I'm pining," Laura teased.  "I'm melting and wilting and languishing."

"If you're good, maybe next time a real kiss."

"When's 'next time'?"

"Don't push it, okay?"

 

 

 

Driving home, Laura gnashed her teeth.  But only a little, since really gnashing them would end her up in the dentist's office, facing Sara, and doubling her dilemmas.  Why do I fall for these damned coquettes? she asked herself, avoiding thoughts of Sara by returning to those of Gail.  Give me some time.  It gives me the cobbeywobbles!  Damn, I'm horny.  I want to devour that little cutie.  She is so adorable, and so sexy.  And she smells so good, even when she's all sweaty from her grueling yoga class.  And I think she enjoys tormenting me, too.

These musings were interrupted by a karma stroke.  Her phone rang.  She usually didn't answer it while driving any more, but her frustrations motivated her to grab it.

"Hi, Laura.  It's time."

  Allisha!

Oh god, I'm living right after all!  Or she wouldn't have called at this perfect moment.  Laura pulled over to the curb on Howard Street, not the most savory of neighborhoods; but she was too agitated to drive.  "Oh god, I'm so glad it's you!  I've been thinking about you."

You have not, you liar! she thought.  You've been thinking of Gail.  But no one could get her mind off Gail like Allisha. 

"Aren't you going to come over?  I'm ready.  I'm sitting here with my hand rubbing my you-know-what, just wondering why nobody can find my Gee! spot but you."

"Where would that be?"  Laura asked.  "Where you're sitting, I mean."

"Actually, I'm house sitting again for my folks.  The house in Forest Knolls, remember?"

"I could never forget it.  Refresh my memory on the street and number."

Allisha gave her quick directions.  "And, you know, if it's not too much trouble . . . remember that double dick strap-on thing you showed me?  A long time ago?  One of my honeys has been getting me into that stuff . . . and I think I might be able to handle it.  Do you have it with you?"

"By golly, it's in the trunk," Laura broke into a broad grin.

Allisha exploded with laughter.  "I guess it's going to be in my trunk soon, right?"

"As soon as I can get there, my love," Laura murmured, almost kissing the phone, she was so excited.

It took her only ten minutes to get to Forest Knolls, up on the west side of Twin Peaks.  Allisha greeted her at the door with a sexy smirk.  "Oh god," she said with mock surprise, "it's the woman who led me down the garden path to lesbian sex and changed my life forever."  She threw open the door.  "Come inside, so the neighbors can't see, and hug me like you want to fuck me to the moon and back."

Laura grabbed Allisha, who was busy shutting and locking the door behind her.  "And I do," she gasped, kissing her ravenously, the way she had wanted to kiss Gail just twenty minutes ago but had been inhibited from trying.

But Allisha was no Gail.  Two women could not be more unalike; Gail, the community college student and pharmacy clerk at Walgreens, Allisha, though only twenty-one or so, the experienced divorcée, the aloof beauty who toyed with her admirers before submitting to raucous, exuberant sex.  Allisha, even though she now made jokes about it, had not been difficult to persuade, having had a few bi-curious lesbian episodes as an adolescent.  She and Laura had made the bells ring on more than one occasion, right in this very house.  And right now, in Laura's eager arms, she was ravishing.  She had a kind of beauty that made people's heads whip around when she passed them on the street, and of course her body was a miracle of curves and sleek dark brown skin and enchanting honey-gold hair, long hair that hung to her shoulders, hair that many of Laura's other black girlfriends would kill for.

Allisha was giggling softly all the time that Laura was kissing her like a deranged romantic rapist, pushing her back against the wall, groping her delectable breasts through her clothes, only a flimsy pale yellow shirt, but still in the way of Laura's squeezing fingers.  "Owww . . . owwww . . ." she laughed playfully, trying to squirm away.  "You're hurting my mouth and my titties, you maniac."

"I thought you wanted me to fuck you to the moon."

"I do," Allisha laughed.  She pointed to the small valise Laura carried in one hand.  "Is that it?  The thing?  The thing I'm half wanting and half scared shitless of?"

Laura smirked, waving the small bag in front of her face.  "This, my dear, is the key to paradise."

"Oh god, I can't wait.  Did you want to sit and talk first?  I know you love kissing.  We have some catching up to do.  But I just want—"

"I know what you want."  Laura kissed her again, this time more gently.  "Talking can wait.  I think we're both about to pop."

"I know I am," Allisha said with finality, grabbing Laura's hand and pulling her toward the bedrooms.

Laura realized that she was so primed for hot, fast sex after her frustrating moments with the darling Gail in The Casbah that she too could barely contain her eagerness.  Allisha pulled her past her own bedroom to the master bedroom, as she had done on Laura's past visits, complaining that her bed was too small.  Laura flung the small valise onto the big bed and took Allisha in her arms.

"You aren't going to deny me one kiss, are you?  What's the matter, aren't those two honey pies you keep bragging about just fucking your ears off night and day?"  I know I would be, she wanted to add, but was afraid of where that conversation might lead.

They kissed hungrily before Allisha had a chance to answer.  During the kiss Laura unbuttoned Allisha's shirt and so followed up the kiss with feverish oral explorations of her delicious upper body, now naked and smooth and dark and silky under her traveling lips.  Allisha knew how Laura loved her breasts, and so she cradled them in both palms, looking down as Laura sucked first one, then the other with heated passion.  Allisha had big, round, dark caramel-colored nipples, and Laura throbbed with happiness having them inside her mouth, feeling them tighten and thicken, and feeling the rest of Allisha's body quiver.

"Oh shit . . . that feels good!"

God, I love the topless-in-jeans look, Laura thought as Allisha pulled away briefly to yank down the bedspread and blankets, exposing the sheets.  She could still see the traces of her own saliva shining in silvery streaks on the dark brown skin of Allisha's naked breasts.  Allisha returned to her arms, smiling, a little coy, then soft and pliant.

"They fuck me and fuck me, if you want to know.  They are rivals, and each one tries to outdo the other one.  Sometimes I have to take a week off.  They wear me out.  I think secretly they hate each other, but they fuck me together and the three of us just go up in smoke."

"Mmmmm, I'm so jealous," Laura growled, sucking her long dark brown neck.

Allisha laughed, twisting away.  "Don't give me a hickey!  I have a job now.  Everybody will be teasing.  Also, Doris and Angie will kill me for fucking someone else."

While saying this, she was also undressing Laura, as fast as she could.  Laura helped.  Soon the only clothing still on either one was Allisha's tight blue jeans.  She started to unzip them, but Laura paused her with one hand on her wrist.

"I wish I had a picture of you just like this.  Life-size.  Just jeans.  Enchanting breasts.  Aloof, beautiful smile.  'You want a masterpiece?  Get a load of this!'  I am so glad I met you."

Allisha nearly melted from her aloof, enchanting pose, with her wonderful breasts in profile as Laura drank in the beauty of her body.  "Laura . . . you are so sweet.  The things you say.  They make me just run with juice.  I don't think we'll even need any lubrication."

"What a romantic thing to say," Laura scoffed as she reached for her small valise while Allisha slid the tight jeans down her long, thin legs.

"It's the truth.  I'm like the Mississippi River.  I'm going to slip-slide off the bed."

"No, you're not," Laura said as she fastened the harness and the Double Penetrator in place.  "I'm going to hold on tight to you."

Allisha's eyes grew wide as she looked at it.  "Are you sure I can handle that?"

"Guess we'll find out," Laura winked.  "You want to ride, you perverted little cowgirl?"

Allisha smiled.  "You know I love to ride."

"As long as you dangle these beauties in my face," Laura said, happily fondling the shapely naked globes of Allisha's marvelous breasts, "you can ride off into the sunset, my love."

Silently, they moved into positions they knew from experience with each other would pay off.  Allisha did not usually come fast, nor did she apologize for it, but she loved to settle into a gently rocking cowgirl motion, straddling Laura's hips and suspending her gorgeous breasts over Laura's face, throwing her head back, stimulated toward her future cataclysm by Laura's sucking.  Laura, for her part, could feel the urge to come growing each second while she sucked Allisha's beautiful nipples, and rocked in gentle motion too, feeling the base of the dildo pushing against her pubic bone, arousing her to the point that she could almost come too when Allisha did.  After that, only a few swipes of the tongue or crunches of the thigh were enough to send her into a wild, wrenching orgasm.

The only difference this time was the Double Penetrator, the thin, long prong on the bottom of the dildo that would go into her asshole, the first time she and Laura had attempted it.  But apparently Allisha's new lovers had initiated her, and so she showed no apprehension as she waited while Laura swabbed the prong with a little oil, then gnawed her lower lip with concentration as the tip of it slid between her delicious round buns.

"Oh!" she yelped softly, but not in pain, just a signification that contact, then tentative penetration, had been made.  "Oh!  Yes!  Slow!  Slow!"

Laura had done this so often with others that she was now expert at managing this stage of it.  She could see the head of the thicker dildo, the front one, entering Allisha's beautiful, puckered, black-lipped cunt, and with her fingers guiding it, could feel the back prong slowly pushing its way into her tighter asshole behind it, helped by the tip of Laura's forefinger.

Allisha was perfectly silent for a moment, though her moving breasts showed that her breath was coming faster.  "Unhhhhh!" she finally moaned softly, wincing slightly, but with more pleasure than pain, as the two long shafts slowly but steadily entered her body.  "Oh . . . yes!"

Her eyes fluttered open and caught Laura's.  She smiled.  Laura smiled back.

"They're in," Allisha gasped.  Her eyes rolled up briefly.  "Oh, Laura."

"Take it slow, honey," Laura cautioned her softly, knowing that the body could accommodate, could adjust, could accept these invaders if given the chance.

But already Allisha was gently swirling her hips, then moving up and down a few inches, relishing the feel of the two shafts sliding in and out of her body.  "Oh god . . . I . . . don't think it's going to take me very long!"

I hope it takes you long enough for me to get my fill of these, Laura thought, scooping up Allisha's gorgeous dangling breasts in her hands and flicking her nipples with her tongue, a  mere prelude to trying to swallow them both, which she was about to undertake.  "I want to suck you . . ."she murmured.  "I want to suck and suck you."

"Yes," Allisha laughed happily, pushing her swinging, naked breasts into Laura's face.  "I love you to suck them.  But it'll make me come, you know."

"I know," Laura chucked softly.  "Maybe me too."

Now they fell into a smooth, gentle, rocking rhythm, Allisha slowly letting the shafts ride up into her, then lifting herself a little to let them out, then back down, then up, while Laura busily and more and more passionately sucked her marvelous dark caramel nipples.  She remembered, now that they were in the thick of it, that Allisha loved these trance-like fucks: just this gentle rocking, almost silent, no sound but Laura's smacking, sucking wet mouth noises and the soft whoosh of Allisha's breathing as her panting accelerated.  They rocked and gently pumped in perfect unison, and Laura devoured Allisha's beautiful big nipples, but not voraciously, not wildly enough to induce a keening frenzy, just enough to slowly raise the simmer to a boil, which took a long, lovely time.

Allisha did not come fast and did not care.  The journey was every bit as good as the destination, for her, and she was a vision of rapt sensuality as she moved slowly back and forth, up and down, on top of Laura, throwing her head back and pushing her breasts into Laura's face, wincing with pleasure as Laura began to suck her wet nipples more hungrily.

"Ohhhnnnnn . . . yessssss!" she gasped in a low, guttural voice, after a long interval.  "Yes . . . yes!  Suck harder!"

Laura was happy to oblige.  By now, from Laura's lavish attentions, Allisha's nipples were shiny and wet and thick and protruding love knobs, and Laura commenced trying to swallow them.  She held one breast in both hands and sucked hard, harder, even harder, until Allisha started shaking and whimpering deep in her throat.  Then, figuring she had gone too far, Laura let the love-tortured nipple slide out of her mouth.  Allisha's beautiful face was distorted with sweet sexual agony, but she quickly looked down at Laura and said, "The other one!  Yes!  Oh!"

She mashed her other breast against Laura's open mouth, groaning with pleasure as Laura now sucked her other nipple deep inside, giving it the same treatment.

"Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"

By now the gentle rocking rhythm was replaced by a more feverish churning.  She's getting there . . . getting there . . . Laura thought, helping all the way, now thrusting up into Allisha's downward hip swirls, and sucking and teeth-massaging her bulging nipples more heatedly than ever.  Getting there . . . getting there . . .

"Oh!" Allisha yelped softly.  "Oh . . . deep . . . so deep!  That back one goes in deep!" she gasped to Laura, suddenly lucid after long minutes of sweet sexual delirium.

"Yes, honey . . . yes," Laura murmured to her kissing her shoulder, her neck, pulling her down to get to her lips, wanting to soul-kiss her mouth desperately, she was so beautiful in this instant.  It was the heart of sex for Laura to consume her lover at this moment, and Allisha was ripe for the plucking, hovering as she was now on the edge of a thrilling explosion.  Laura pulled her head down and mashed her mouth into Allisha's, who kissed her back but began to come almost immediately afterward.

"Mnnnngggeeee!  Oh!  Mnnnggeeee!  Anngghh!  OOHHNNGGMMYYIIIEE!" she suddenly roared, writhing on top of Laura and screaming into Laura's neck. 

Laura held her.  After the first scream she did not scream any more but subsided into bodily waves and squeals that quickly modulated into soft but continuous whimpering.  Her lovely young body undulated against Laura, who realized that it was only making her hornier and hornier, feeling this delicious hard silken flesh rubbing against her own.  Their naked breasts mashed together, Allisha's still damp with Laura's own saliva.  Her body quivered and took tiny jumps as the aftershocks of a shattering orgasm rolled through her body.  Laura had no idea how long they were glued together like this.

Then, after a while, Allisha stopped quivering, and panting.  "Oh shit," she whispered into Laura's ear.  "You always make me come so hard.  I feel like my insides are shredded or something.  I can still feel it in the pit of my stomach."

Laura smiled up at her and tenderly pushed away a strand of damp hair from Allisha's shiny forehead.  "I'm happy for you . . . but I'm starting to get a cramp.  You may be petite, but you're still making it hard for me to breathe."

Allisha laughed.  "Sorry."

"Hold still . . . easy . . . now . . . easy . . . that's it," Laura said as they extracted the two prongs from Allisha's body, and she rolled sideways off Laura. 

Allisha stared at the Double Penetrator, jutting obscenely up from Laura's groin, greasy and slick.  "You know," she said, giggling softly, "a guy's goes down after something like that.  Even two guys' go down.  I mean, I wouldn't know, never having had two guys at once.  But that one's only ready for more."

Laura gazed at her pointedly, still smiling.

The idea dawned slowly on Allisha.  "Mmmmm, I see what's next."

"You genius," Laura teased, stretching out, slipping the straps off her hips and handing the monster to Allisha.  "Be gentle."

Allisha broke into a broad grin.  "Ha.  As if you ever liked it gentle."  She fastened the Double Penetrator in place on her own body, then snuggled closer to Laura. 

"Oh, but I do," Laura purred to her, kissing her romantically.  "I like it every way with you.  Are you going to fuck me in every way possible?  Slow . . . then fast?  Sweet . . . then hard?"

Allisha was busy kissing Laura's neck.  "I'm going to give it my best," she breathed.  "You deserve it."

"Oh honey, you're making me so wet and horny."

Allisha said nothing but continued kissing Laura's body, kissing and sucking her breasts lovingly, rubbing Laura's extremely wet pussy with the fingers of one hand, kissing Laura's neck again, her mouth, her shoulders, her nipples again, sucking them harder.  As Laura's body began slow undulations, almost as if it were totally out of her control and merely responding to the delicious pressure of Allisha's own body rubbing against her, Allisha dropped her hand lower and began gently to open the pinched-tight aperture of Laura's anus with the tip of her forefinger.

"Oh . . . yes!" Laura gasped softly, anticipating the coming entry of the Double Penetrator, which could not be far off.

It had been literally months since she had felt it, strangely enough.  She frequently used it with those who craved it, Dee Dee having been the most recent.  But usually with them the event itself was so wildly exciting, and the orgasm so explosive, that by the time her lover had climaxed Laura herself was aroused to such a hair-trigger state that the slightest caress, almost, was enough to make her come.  That was nearly the case now, and yet this time she was determined not to be deprived of her pleasure.  And Allisha seemed to sense this and was quite willing to deliver it.

What an angel!  How could I know you would be so sweet, when I merely spotted you reading on the Muni, and refusing eye contact?  Looking so beautiful and aloof? 

"Oh god, honey, you are so good to me," she panted to Allisha, parting her thighs even farther, pulling Allisha closer on top of her, trying to hurry her, eager to get things going.  "I want you to fuck me hard."

"Yes," Allisha smiled, bemusedly, busy with the business of introducing each shaft into its proper place.  "Hold still for a second.  That's it."

"Ungghhhh!" Laura groaned as she felt the stalks begin sliding into her ass and pussy.

The sensation, so long missed, was electrifying.  Her body almost froze before relaxing, a conscious effort, to allow easier penetration.  "You want some oil on it?" Allisha asked solicitously, though the shafts were already greased with her own secretions.

"Just a little on the bottom one," Laura consented, nodding.  "Might help."

In a flash Allisha had snatched the small bottle of baby oil off the bedside table and squirted a stream of it onto the lower shaft,  dripping quantities on the sheet.  Laura made a face.

"Don't worry, I'll wash everything later.  Here, put this under us so we don't get too oily."  She grabbed a towel from the three she had thoughtfully placed on the decorative bench at the end of the bed.  Quickly, she spread it out under Laura's ass.  Then, it was back to re-inserting the Double Demon into Laura's body.

"Unngghhh!" Laura groaned again as the shafts entered her.  "Oh shit that is good!"

Immediately she began to churn her hips in a gentle rhythm very much like the one Allisha had adopted earlier.  "Ummmm," Allisha smiled down at her, cooperating in the rhythm herself.  "You are in a big hurry."

"Yes.  God . . . I want you to fuck me hard."

"You already said that.  I'm not deaf."

"I want to suck you and have you ram me," Laura panted, quickly accelerating her pumping and swirling hips.  "Give me one of those beautiful boobs."

Since Allisha was on top, Laura had the same pleasure as earlier in having her lovely breasts dangling in her face, and she took full advantage of it, scooping up one delicious globe in two hands and stuffing Allisha's thick dark caramel nipple into her mouth.  At the same time she began to buck and churn wildly under Allisha, as if encouraging her to start thrusting, to thrust harder.

"Unhh!  Mnnggg!  Yes!  Do it . . . hard!  Yes!"

But Allisha was silent; and not to be hurried.  She threw her head back, enjoying Laura's hungry mouth on her breast, but unwilling to move any faster.  Instead, she settled into the same gentle, rocking motion they had used earlier, when she herself was on the receiving end.  As much as Laura wanted to gallop toward a quick and fierce finish, Allisha was intent on slowing it down, and after a few desperate lurches Laura was obliged to slow down herself and submit.

"Okay . . ." she gasped, "have it your way."

Allisha smiled down at her, her sexiest smile, and kissed her mouth, drawing it reluctantly for a  few seconds away from her wet nipples.  "You don't want to spoil it, do you?"

"I want you to ram me.:

"I know," Allisha chuckled softly.  "I will.  I promise.  But first . . . a little slow fucking, okay?"

Laura gave her an imploring look, but could offer no more.  Her body was alive with slow fire.  Allisha had always known how to fuck, but Laura found herself wondering, in the troughs of the swelling sexual waves that were beginning to engulf her, if these two new lovers—Angie and Doris, hadn't she called them?—had not given her confidence and ingenuity she had not possessed before.  She was in perfect control and fucking Laura the way she, Allisha, wanted to do it, brooking no objections.

And now she began to pick up the pace.  "Oh, you want it hard now, don't you," she panted to Laura, beginning to stab the two shafts into Laura's body at a faster, and more vigorous, rate.  "You want to come.  You want little Allisha, your love toy, to make you come hard.  Don't you."

"Oh god, yes!  Ungghhh!  Yes!  That's it, yes!  Anngghh!"

From here on in it was just a jouncing, slamming collision of their two tense bodies.  Allisha knew she had drawn it out about as long as possible, that Laura was about to climax no matter what, and so she had better get on with it.  She held the demon in place with one hand and looped the other arm around in back of Laura's neck, giving her great thrusting leverage for the final seconds.  And they arrived quickly.

"Ungh!" she grunted.

"Yes!" Laura gasped, seeing stars.

"Ungh!"

"Yes!

"Ungh!

"Oh Jesus!  Auunngghhhh!" Laura cried out. 

Allisha laughed and slammed her again, knowing just what was required to put Laura over the top.  "Ungghh!

"Oh shit!  Oh Jesus!  AUUNNGGHHHH!" Laura roared, her body suddenly flipping and surging out of control, up into Allisha's fierce thrusts.  "Annngghnnnieee!"

The sweet, hot coming was as intense as anything she had ever experienced, pulsating through her throbbing asshole and pussy and filling her body with molten honey.  She soared, she squealed, she groaned, then collapsed back to the mattress, whimpering, leaking tears at the corners of her eyes, but also laughing and gurgling in the aftermath of this stupendous release.  Allisha just held her and waited for it to subside.

It seemed to take days.  Laura blinked.  She felt the stunning dizziness receding, felt her body returning to its normal state, released from the excruciating spasms of pleasure her climax had brought.  "You . . . are a . . . miracle.  Where . . . did you ever learn to fuck like that?"

Allisha almost blushed.  She gently withdrew the wet stalks from Laura's body, and slipped out of the straps.  "Eewwghh!  Wet and icky!"  She held it, hilariously, dangling from her thumb and forefinger as if it were alive and dangerous, or worse.

"Put it on this towel," Laura said, quickly scooting off the one Allisha had spread under them to catch the oil.

"You know," Allisha said, almost bashfully, although she was stark naked and bewitchingly beautiful, "you're going to think I learned it from Angie and Doris, but I really learned it from you.  From the way you fuck me.  I guess I did good, eh?"  She beamed.

"I guess you did," Laura grinned, reaching out for her.  "Come and kiss me, you ravishing creature.  I'm so lucky to have met you."

They kissed long and deep, mashing their naked breasts happily together, and Laura pulled her down again, hugging her tightly. 

After a long period of sweet cuddling, Allisha raised her head and with a very straight face said, "Does this mean you're going to find my Gee! spot again?  Gee!"

Laura laughed and kissed her.  "I don't think I have to 'find' it.  I think I know where it is already."

"You know, even Angie and Doris can't find my Gee! spot.  Only you.  Gee!"

Laura pushed her onto her back and swarmed over her. 

"No hickeys . . . no hickeys!" Allisha giggled, squirming free.  "I told you, no hickeys."

"I hope your neighbors have their earplugs in," Laura murmured to her.

"Gee, I do too!" Allisha said, swallowing her giggles as Laura began kissing her way down her lovely lean body, the inevitable descent. 

"I am going to make you scream, darling," she murmured.

"Gee . . ." Allisha breathed, still taking a stab at being funny, but a half-hearted one, since she was now beginning to undulate again, and pant excitedly.