Laura had to go to the main branch of the public library to do a little research for an upcoming project, and while she was there she fell in love.� She fell in love with the librarian who was helping her.

For weeks now, after their stint at the Suicide Hotline, and of course when Makeeda was out of town, and also whenever Brenda could get her own special friend temporarily out of the way, they would return to Brenda's bungalow in the Ingleside and enjoy the kind of fucking that only long-term familiarity and deep affection could bring about, leaving them both satiated if weary after an evening of listening to the sorrows and despairs of numbers of the lost, or nearly lost.�

And so, on one following day, Laura was less vulnerable to the beauty of women, especially black women, than usual�or so she thought� when she was helped at the library reference desk by a lovely young and black librarian wearing glasses and short hair swirled up into a few thick folds behind her head.� Oh my god, I'm falling for her! Laura realized.� She is so pretty. �I've got to know her name, just so I can at least have fantasies about her when I leave and we never see each other again!� Because the librarian's hair was swooped up and pinned behind her head, her smooth dark brown neck was completely visible, and Laura had to overcome the urge to pounce on her and kiss it with uncontrollable sexual hunger.� Now I know where those vampire movies come from! she thought as she fought valiantly against her uncivilized lechery.

Of course she was not really in love.� It had been hard, but she had learned through the years not to fall disastrously for each and every sweet thing that came casually into and out of her life.� The love she had for Makeeda, and had once had for Sara, could not be equaled by this sudden spurt of happy and fierce desire, she knew; but she also knew that it was as genuine, if not as deep.� Pretty girls thronged the streets, but though you might want them, all of them, only a few had this special, gripping, heart-stopping appeal.

The dilemma for Laura was how to initiate even the mildest and most casual acquaintance with this exquisite woman.� Hi, I'm Laura, what's your name? would not do.� Too abrupt, too invasive, too overly familiar.� I love your hair.� That sometimes worked but was so clearly transparent and obvious.� I'll bet you look ravishing with your glasses off and your hair all spilling around your gorgeous neck.� This was getting preposterous.� But suddenly, the librarian frowned at her.

"Is there something else I can help you with?" she asked pointedly.�

Laura realized she had been staring, perhaps lasciviously.� Probably with slavering lust.� You shit, Laura! she snapped inwardly at herself.� Moreover, there were people behind her in the line, waiting for help themselves.� "No . . . I'll just . . . step aside here for a few moments . . .so you can help someone else.� I . . . had one more . . . question . . . is all."

The woman, looking a little miffed, even grim, turned to the person behind Laura, as Laura stepped aside.� She acted from this point on as if Laura did not exist, and when she had helped the next two people, she suddenly disappeared, replaced by a friendly male librarian.� "Excuse me . . ." Laura said, uneasily.� "Is she coming back?"

He looked back over his shoulder, trying to figure out whom Laura was referring to.� "Oh.� Her?� It's the end of her shift.� Can I help you with something?"� He looked as if he might just be sympathizing with Laura for the brusque treatment she had received.� Evidently the pretty librarian was a well-known prickly pear to her colleagues.

"I . . ." Laura scrambled to make up something plausible.� "I wanted to ask her name.� She was so helpful.� I just wanted to thank her."

He smiled.� "Her name is Shanae."� He paused, again very friendly, more friendly than Shanae had been.� She might be exquisitely lovely, even lovelier than she knew; but she was not very friendly.� "Maybe there's something I can help you with?"

Laura shook her head.� "No.� Thanks."� Shanae, she thought.

She looked at her watch, reflexively, but also to verify what time Shanae's shift on the reference desk occurred.� Maybe it would be at the same time tomorrow.� Or the next day.� It might be worth a try, at least.�

On her way back to the office she checked her phone for messages and saw one from Regina, Frankie's twin sister.� This gave her pause, and made her stomach gurgle a little in distaste.� Not that Regina was unattractive.� She and her twin Francine were two of the most beautiful women she had ever had the pleasure of . . . well, pleasuring.� Though Regina was easily the more prickly of the two.�

And she stood me up, the cunt, the selfish little witch, Laura thought.� It was now about a month ago, but the memory still rankled.� She had, after all, driven all the way down to San Mateo to their tryst, only to find that Gina had 'forgotten,' or so she had said.� Laura had interrupted her in the midst of what clearly seemed to be a sexual liaison with a man.� Gina Loves the Dick.� Frankie's wicked little epithet, which she delighted in using over and over.�

�

Of course Laura was sensible enough to recognize the truth in all this.� Regina had admitted thinking now and then of Laura; of their hot evening of fucking, Regina's first time with a woman, in Denver; of their accidental and wildly incendiary threesome with Frankie.� Gina might remain a confirmed heterosexual, but she was not so defensive as to deny the thrill she had got from these incidents.� But when The Dick beckoned . . . well, then you had to be philosophical about it, Laura reasoned.� Gina was going to go for The Dick every time, it was clear.

And so it was not with much enthusiasm that she listened to the voice mail message.

Look, Laura, I know you have every reason to be pretty pissed at me.� I'm sorry about that night.� I really did forget.� So, shoot me.� Lock me up, whip me, beat me. [Soft chuckle.]� Ooo, did I really say that?� Look, give me another chance, okay?� Don't mention it to Frankie.� She doesn't have to know.� Just call me.� I really do want to . . . you know, get together.� Ooo, I said that too, didn't I.� Call me.

This was more conciliatory, and more forward, than Gina had ever been with Laura, and Laura could not help warming to her.� After all, she admitted to herself, Regina was pretty damned beautiful, there was no getting around it.� Who wouldn't want to spend time naked in bed with a completely gorgeous woman?� So she had no manners.� No scruples.� She was at least honest about it.

And I made her tremble.� I made her pant, I made her squeal.� I made her come.� I made her come helplessly and hard.� I want to do it again.

But she decided on the spot to let Gina stew a few days.� Let her wait.� Let her wonder.� Meanwhile, I can have my sexy little daydreams about Shanae.� Do you suppose that's how she spells her name?� Or perhaps Shanay?� One never knows.� Do you suppose she leans my way?� Something told Laura she did.� Shanae was not an obvious dyke, certainly not butch, like that horrid Meredith, who had stolen Bonnie's affections and then prohibited her from seeing Laura.� Maybe I'm being deceived by the 'short hair look,' Laura thought.� Maybe I ought to just invite her for coffee and see which way the waves break.� But how to do this?� How to invite a complete�and a vaguely hostile, if not simply rude and brusque�stranger to a harmless little coffee date?

She puzzled over it but didn't let it get in the way of her lingering thoughts of the woman's beautiful smooth dark brown skin and her tempting neck.� I will kiss that neck.� I will.�

On the third day, she called Gina.� "I got your message," she said in lieu of a greeting.� "Do� you really want me to whip you?"

"Oh gosh, you heard that."

"I could hardly miss it."

Gina simply swerved, not answering the question.� "I want you to forgive me.� Give me another chance.� How about tonight?� I'm free."

Laura toyed with her. How much did Gina truly want it?� "I . . . don't know.� I may have to wash my hair."

"All that hair," Gina said, sarcastically.� "Shoot, it must take hours."

"You know, I could just call Frankie instead.� I know she'll be happy to see me."

"Don't be a shit, Laura.� I'm already humbling myself.� I said I was wrong.� That I'm sorry.� What else do I have to say?"

Laura gave in.� What was the point.� "I can be there by seven.� What about you?" she asked pointedly, to draw attention to Gina's earlier mistake.

"I'll be waiting," Gina said, with falsely bright overtones, then hung up before Laura could unload another sharp word on her.

This, Laura smiled grimly, was not the way to start off a rewarding evening of sexual high jinks.� She was almost disinclined to go at all, and contemplated giving Regina tit for tat by standing her up, in payment.� But in the end she realized that this little friction between them�which had always been there, and which derived partially from Laura's prior relationship with Frankie, which she knew Regina envied as well as scorned, and partially from Regina's discomfort at giving in to her own troubling desires, now that Laura and Frankie had initiated her, for girl-girl sex�was intriguing and exciting.� There was no deep affection between them, as there was between Laura and Frankie, indeed instead there was an undercurrent of low-level hostility, but in a way this might make the sex hotter than hot.� It was the 'I really don't like you very much, but I sure like to fuck you' approach.

These reflections got her going as she drove back down to San Mateo, knowing they would fuck but being really in the dark about how they would approach it�or each other.�

Things grew even more intriguing when Regina met her at the door to her apartment wearing a thin and flimsy red teddy, and apparently nothing else.� It was so flagrantly revealing that she opened the door just a slit for Laura to pop inside, before quickly shutting it again.

"Well . . . hello!" Laura said in happy surprise, letting her eyes quickly run up and down this gorgeous near-naked woman, taking in every exposed inch of her delicious, smooth, coal-black skin.� "What if I were the Fuller Brush Man? Or the guy peddling cable TV, or Omaha steaks?"

"You're not," Gina snapped, but she smiled seductively at Laura, who immediately dropped all fantasies of retribution in favor of speeding forward to the scorching sex that obviously loomed.

She wanted to make a quick, nasty joke about how Regina would no doubt be happier to see either one than a troublesome lesbian who was involved in unimaginably lascivious ways with her twin sister; but she restrained herself.� God, she is so beautiful! she couldn't help thinking.� And then, unable to stop herself, she said it aloud, in a hushed, awed voice.

"God, you are so beautiful!"

Gina could not suppress a self-satisfied smirk.� She clearly loved being called beautiful and was willing to bask a little in the compliment.� For her part, Laura could not help being reminded of Randi, who had also, once after tennis, appeared from the shower wearing a flimsy red teddy, which Laura had immediately removed before fucking her nearly to oblivion and back.� Randi was more the coquette than Gina, of course, since Gina's specialty seemed to be danger, where as Randi had been happy just to tease and enjoy the rewards.� Gina, on the other hand, could look knives at you as if to dare you to think you could actually fuck her.� She must use this on men to devastating effect, Laura mused.

The other person she reminded Laura of was Dee Dee, Demetra (she hated that name), Sara's sister, also coal-black and sleek like Gina.� It had only occurred to Laura after months of raw and heated screwing that they had never kissed, that she had never wanted to kiss Dee Dee, who was all sharp edges and snarky petulance.� They had finally got past that period, and warmed to each other, and then kissed with more passion than either one could have predicted.� But the edgy, prickly danger that Laura sensed in Dee Dee was all there in Gina, too.

With one difference.� She and Gina had kissed, in Denver, when Laura had been concentrating on the challenge of getting this confirmed heterosexual to sample a little hot Sapphic tussling.� She had kissed her.� Kissed and kissed her, until even Gina had melted and welcomed Laura into her bed.

"Can I kiss you?" she said, bluntly and with deplorable diction, unable to keep herself from slavering with easily visible lust, which however Gina appeared to expect.� She was not wearing a red teddy for nothing.

"You can . . . and you may," Gina replied, lowering her eyelids a little.� "What's that?"

She pointed at the small valise Laura had brought in with her, along with the bottle of wine she had brought the first time, when she had been rebuffed.� It had been rolling around in the trunk of her car ever since.

"Wine," she smiled, knowing Gina was not referring to the bottle.

"Not that.� The other?"

It was Laura's turn to smirk.� "Want to see?"

She walked over to Gina, flinging the valise onto the large brown leather sofa as she passed it.� She was not going to be deprived of her kiss.� When they were face to face, she reached out with her hand and ran her fingertips along one of Gina's bare shoulders, down her arm, up again to her neck, feeling the wonderful smoothness of her warm skin.� Always aroused by smooth, deeply black skin, she did this to Frankie every time they were together, unable to get enough.� And Gina was an exact replica, if you did not take her personality into account.

"I love your skin," she murmured, leaning forward a little to brush her lips across Gina's cheek.

"You know," Gina said, not moving, letting Laura do everything she wished, "I've known lots of white guys with jungle fever, but you're the first woman I ever knew who had it."

"I guess I have it bad," Laura said, kissing her neck, her ear.� "I want to kiss you."

Gina gave her a half-smile, before Laura's open mouth caught hers.� They kissed slowly and patiently.� Laura was in no hurry, and Gina was used to being adored, desired, hungered after, and used to enjoying every second of it.�

"Do what you did in Denver," she whispered, after their mouths momentarily came apart.� "You know, your tongue up under my lip.� Like you did.� It made my whole body shiver."

"Mmmm, I love granting requests," Laura purred, immediately complying.

She ran the tip of her tongue up under Regina's upper lip, along her teeth, then back again, and actually felt her body clench and quiver.

"Oh!" Gina made a little, soft yelp.� "God, I love that!"

Laura's hands found their way underneath the teddy and rose to cup Gina's naked breasts.� "Does it make you wet for me?"

"God . . . yes!� It does.� I never thought I'd feel this way."

"You certainly like to dress provocatively," Laura murmured, doing her best to remove the flimsy red teddy while also squeezing and rubbing Gina's pretty little very black breasts.

But Gina stopped her, pulling away.� "Not yet," she said in a hushed tone of voice, her dark eyes swirling and dancing with little fuck-me fires.� "Show me what's in the bag first."

Laura recognized this flicker of curiosity.� The last time she had been in a similar situation with Gina, when Gina had joined Frankie and Laura already in progress, the twins had made her, Laura, into, as Frankie had described it, a 'chocolate sandwich,' with Laura pinned between them while Gina fucked her hard, very hard, with the strap-on, while Frankie probed Laura's ass with her finger, until Laura had erupted in a shimmering rapture, as close to heaven as she ever expected to come.� And Gina had fucked her hard.� There was no way around it.� Not only had she got into the spirit of the moment, she had added her own vigorous, almost vicious relish to it, as if to fuck-punish Laura for seducing her in Denver, and getting her to turn this dangerous corner in to hot, and in her mind perverted, lesbian sex.

I might be wrong, but I think she wants to do it again, Laura thought as she unzipped the little valise and poured the contents out onto the leather sofa.� Fur-lined handcuffs that Randi had given her long ago.� A seven-inch strap-on dildo, shiny purple plastic and tapered, like a torpedo.� Bet she likes that one, Laura thought.� And of course the Double Penetrator, looking more real than real, in a strange, exaggerated way, the lower prong too long and thin.� But it was real enough to fascinate Gina, who picked it up and ran her long black forefinger all over the two shafts.

"I don't believe it," she said, slightly in awe.� "You really use this thing?"

Laura grinned.� "Some have been known to beg for it."

Gina looked at her quizzically.� "Frankie?"

Laura made a pouty moue.� "You wouldn't want me telling on you, would you?"

"Oh shit, Laura, you can tell me.� I already know she likes to take it in the booty, because of that disgusting ex-husband of hers Jamal.� He made her.� Then she . . . apparently got to like it, god knows why.� You know, guys are always wanting to fuck you in the ass nowadays.� I think it's because they're all watching porn day and night on the Internet, and it gives them these bad ideas."

"You've never?"

"Are you kidding?" Gina snapped.� "Nobody's sticking his hot rod up this little Hershey highway."� She ran her forefinger again over the long lower prong of the DP.� "Ooohh, it's so long!� It must hurt."

Laura, standing beside her, moved one hand over and clutched one of Gina's hard, round buttocks just below the fringey hem of her teddy.� These skinny twin girls both had amazing bottoms.� "Only for a few seconds," she breathed softly.� She also leaned her head over and breathed a little in Gina's ear.� "You might like it."

But Gina ignored her, dropping the DP and picking up the fur-lined handcuffs.� "You are a kink and a half, aren't you?"

At this instant, Laura, whose hand was already on the smooth round moon of one of Gina's peerless bare buttocks, squeezed it hard.� Gina jumped, and dropped the handcuffs.

"Ouch!" she said, jumping slightly away, frowning at Laura.� "Why'd you do that?"

Laura, having the sudden idea that a little playing was possible here, half-snarled at her.� "That's for last time.� I ought to put those handcuffs on you and spank you hard for treating me like that."

Gina's dark eyes flared, and a tiny grin tugged at the corners of her delicious mouth.� "You'd love that, wouldn't you."

"You do have a beautiful ass.� And you've been a very naughty girl.� Treating your friends like shit, all so you can hop in the sack with some breeder."

Gina smirked.� "That 'breeder,' as you call him, could fuck you to the sun and back before you could even let out a little peep of protest.� And his dick is about three times the size of this one."� She pointed at the top shaft of the Double Penetrator, where it lay on the leather sofa.

"Good," Laura said, advancing on her, "then it won't bother you when I jam this one up your tight little black twat."

She grabbed Gina by the shoulder and spun her halfway around to face her.� Gina was surprised�and Laura was actually a little shocked too�by the aggressive force of her movements.� "Cut it out," Gina said evenly, glaring in at Laura.

"Why should I?� I think you'd like it if I spanked you.� I think you could let out your kinky little fantasies with me and get away with it.� I think you've always wanted to be spanked."

Gina actually swallowed, as if Laura had unconsciously hit the mark, almost without trying.� "Fuck you.� You're wrong."

Laura took her wrist.� "Why don't we find out?"

A small streak of fear, the first Laura had seen, passed through Gina's flashing dark eyes.� "Fuck you," she repeated, but in a softer voice.� "I'm not afraid of you."

"Then you won't mind taking this off," Laura said, grabbing the hem of the red teddy and pulling it up, in the process exposing gorgeous inches of hard, sleek, naked flesh.� Like Frankie, Gina had a hard, flat, very black stomach.

"Why not?" Gina's lips curled in a sarcastic grin.� "It's why I wore it.� To take it off for you.� I know how you love our body.� Frankie's and mine."

She slowly and seductively peeled the wispy teddy upward and over her head, shaking her hair free of it, a motion that made her small, delectable black breasts shimmy a little, and her gleaming black nipples bounce alluringly.� Laura was spellbound.

She was all over Gina before either one of them really knew what was happening.� Her hands were everywhere on the woman's fantastic smooth naked body, stroking it passionately, squeezing her breasts, and her ass cheeks, and probing, her fingers probing, feeling the warm wetness in her crotch.� Gina was already wet, which told Laura exactly what she wanted to know.� Gina was wildly aroused by their conversation, and by seeing the contents of the valise.� Laura groped her and kissed her and sucked her long black neck.

Gina herself plucked at Laura's clothes.� Laura had changed before coming and wore only jeans and a sweatshirt.� Gina pulled at them.� "Aren't you going to take these off before you . . . spank me?" she panted.

Oh my, she wants it!� She really wants it! Laura thought, as she hastily unzipped her jeans, struggled out of her sweatshirt.� In seconds she too was naked, grabbing Gina, wildly hungry for her body.� She sucked one of Gina's pretty little breasts almost completely into her mouth, making her whimper and gasp.

"Ahhhh!� Oh . . . shit!"� Gina panted and twisted, watching Laura devour her thick, pulpy coal-black nipple until it grew hard and rubbery in her mouth.� "Don't you . . . don't you want to go in on the bed?"� She bit her lower lip as Laura tried to swallow her breast, then moved her voracious mouth to the other one and tried to swallow it.

"No," Laura gasped, releasing Gina's wet breast and hard nipple from her hungry mouth.� She forced her to her knees, with her arms resting on the sofa cushions.� She grabbed the fur-lined handcuffs and snapped them into place on Gina's wrists, since Gina was by far too aroused and surprised by the whirlwind speed of everything to resist.� Now she was on her knees on the floor, bending forward against the sofa, her forearms resting on the seat cushions, her wrists handcuffed.� "I want you right here," Laura panted.� "To take your punishment."

And she began to spank Gina's beautiful black ass vigorously.� There was no build-up, no gentle caressing of Gina's gorgeous, shapely, very black moons, no stroking, no passionate squeezing.� In fact, the sheer fervor of attack that Laura unleashed on Gina's beautiful body amazed and astonished them both, as loud whacks made by the flat of Laura's hand landing on Gina's exposed ass cheeks filled the small living room.� Whack whack whack!� She spanked her hard, mercilessly, viciously, the flat of her palm biting into the firm, smooth, round flesh over and over.

And she knew how aroused it was making Gina from her gurgling cries, and her choked off whinnying and dismay, and her writhing and squirming.� At first Gina did not make much noise, only soft yelps and keening little sobs.� But soon Laura could see how aroused she was becoming, partly because she could now glimpse the wet shiny pink slit of Gina's blossoming pussy below her clenching black moons as Laura's hand fiercely whacked them repeatedly.

"Anngghiiie!� Oh!� Owwchh!� Nnngggmmiiee!� Oh!� Oh . . . stop!� Oh shit, Laura . . . not so hard!� Ungghh!� Annggiiee!� Owwnncchh!"

Gina wailed and twisted but did not try to get to her feet, or to escape.� But her howling began to alarm Laura, who quickly reached forward onto the sofa cushions for the ball gag, which had also been in the valise, and which fortunately fastened with Velcro strips.� She had the ball in Gina's mouth and the strips fastened behind her head before Gina could protest, and then she returned to spanking her bottom with exuberant spite and passion.� Now Gina's wails were muffled by the ball in her mouth.� She yelped and squealed, but Laura was less concerned about the noise drawing attention from the neighbors.

If anything, it made her spank Gina harder.� She was amazed and a little alarmed by the ferocity of her attack.� Goodness, where does this come from? she wondered as her hand descended again and again on Gina's swelling cheeks.� Who is this evil dominatrix, anyway?� I'm a gentle person, really.� How did these demons get control of me?� Making me want to hurt her?� To make her whimper?� And groan?

She eased up a little and could see the tears streaking Gina's face, and the slobber leaking out of her gagged mouth; she could hear her labored breathing, but also she could feel the tension in her flesh, the need for physical release.� Leaning across Gina's back, she grabbed the Double Penetrator and was about to slip into the harness, when she saw Gina's eyes widen with fright.� Gina began shaking her head wildly, and grunting into the ball gag in her mouth.� And now she did begin trying to scoot away, to the side, any place away from Laura.

"Oh . . . you don't want this one?" Laura snarled at her, keeping up the act.� She yanked Gina's angular, hard body back into place.

Gina again shook her head wildly.� Laura tossed the Double Penetrator back on the sofa cushions and snatched up the other strap-on, the purple seven-incher that had also been in the bag.� Gina nodded imperceptibly in relief.� Laura quickly slipped into the harness and fastening the straps tight.� "I am so going to fuck your brains out," she threatened Gina, now crouching behind her.

"Mnnggghhheee!" Gina squealed as Laura guided the head of the dildo into the slippery open channel of her beautiful, inflamed pussy, and then shoved it in deep.� "Ummngghhh!"

It occurred to Laura that ten minutes ago they had been having an amusing parry-and-thrust conversation by the door, and now here they were, Gina on her knees, leaning forward onto the sofa, Laura crouched, knees bent, behind her, driving a strap-on dildo deep into her pussy, the two of them locked together in a fierce animalistic act, Laura grunting softly as she roughly pumped her, Gina yelping and whimpering as she was sharply fucked.� Oh god, it's so different from fucking Frankie! she realized.� Something about Gina brought out this violence in her, this little streak of sexual sadism.� Whatever it was, it also brought out, apparently, a latent touch of masochism in Gina, who was whooping and gurgling and grunting after each penetrating thrust, her cheek now pressed to one of the leather sofa cushions, which was all wet and shiny with her saliva, wincing each time Laura jammed a pile-driving thrust deep into her impaled cunt.

"Ummggpphh!� Aungghmmphh!� Ayyannmmpphh!"

Laura, thrusting hard, bent forward so that she could mash her own small naked breasts into the sinuous smooth black miracle of Gina's naked back.� She bit the backs of her shoulders while jamming the dildo deep into Gina's tight, clinging pussy, hearing her squeal, and then begin to whinny uncontrollably, and buck wildly under Laura, as a crushing, crippling orgasm began to grip her whole body.

"Mnnnggeeee!� MNNNGGEEEE!" she wailed, clenching and squirming under Laura as Laura impaled her pussy with one last fearsome surge.� "Anngghhhmmm!� Ohmmnngg!� MMNNNGGGEEE!" she wailed again, having so much trouble breathing through her screams that Laura took pity on her and ripped open the Velcro straps of the ball gag, which Gina expectorated with a propulsive scream.� "Auunngghiiiee!"

This was her last scream.� She slumped forward onto the wet sofa cushion, gasping and grimacing, but her body still twitched and quivered with the aftershocks of her shattering orgasm.� Her sharp elbows dug into the leather sofa cushions since her wrists were still handcuffed together.� Laura stopped thrusting.� She had done enough damage, if you could call the kind of rapturous climax Gina had had damage.� Certainly it had been the roughest fuck Laura herself had experienced in a long time, even on the aggressive end of it.

She lost track of time while waiting for Gina to recover.� In truth, the closeness of their bodies, the pressing of their hot flesh together, was a surprising intimacy that neither one wanted to terminate.� Laura could feel Gina's pulse through her thighs, her back, her shoulders, to which she pressed her cheek, hearing Gina slowly regain her even breathing.� The dildo was still sunk deep in Gina's pussy, and neither one of them wanted it out.� Laura did reach around her with one arm, filling one palm with one of Gina's lovely, dangling, small breasts, squeezing it with tenderness now instead of passion.�

Finally, Gina raised her face from the leather sofa cushion, still looking stunned and dazed.� "You going to leave it in there all night?" she half-snarled, but with an ambiguous smile curling her lips.

Laura leaned forward and pressed her lips to Gina's ear.� "Only as long as you want it there, my darling," she whispered.

Now Gina cracked a wider grin.� "Think you can make me come again?"

"Don't know.� Want to try it?"

"I only had one guy make me come twice in a row.� He was doing me from behind like this, too."

Laura began to move her hips, drawing the dildo in and out of Gina's still-slippery pussy.� Gina's eyes rolled up briefly, but she clenched sharply and pulled forward, far enough for the dildo to slip out of her cunt.� "That's enough," she gasped.� "I don't think I can take another one just yet."

She turned and sat on the floor with her back to the sofa and watched as Laura slipped out of the strap-on harness.� Laura put the apparatus aside and retrieved the key from the valise, unfastening the handcuffs.� Gina rubbed her wrists with her fingers.� Then she looked at the pools and streaks of shiny slobber she had left on the leather sofa cushion.

"Shit . . . look what you made me do!� Now I have to go get a towel.� That sofa's expensive!"

Laura winked at her.� "In my experience, sex is pretty hot when you need a towel to clean up afterward."

"Don't flatter yourself, you little cracker-ass cunt," Gina snapped, but she was still smiling.� Nasty insults were play to Gina, Laura was beginning to realize.� So different from sweet Frankie.

"Careful, or I'll spank you again," Laura threatened her playfully.

"In your dreams," Gina snapped again, prancing off, naked as the day she was born, toward the back of the apartment, apparently to get a towel.� Laura watched her naked body with continuing hunger.� God, these pretty, skinny black girls!� I think this is what heaven has to be like.�

"I'm getting payback now," Gina shouted from the hallway before disappearing.� In a moment she reappeared with an armload of towels.� She and Laura mopped up the saliva.� "Maybe we better adjourn to the bedroom," Gina said softly.� She raised an eyebrow at Laura.� "Might be more comfortable, too."

"I think you just want to fuck me," Laura scoffed, with a wicked smile.

Gina reached down and snatched up the Double Penetrator from the sofa.� She looked at it meaningfully, turning it in her hands, a thorough examination.� "I think I might give it a try."

This, they both realized, was a very ambiguous comment, as if Gina were saying two things: she would try the DP on Laura; or, she would give it a try herself.� Laura was left to figure out which.� For the present, she said nothing but gathered up the rest of the toys and implements, put them back into the small valise, and followed Gina, eyes on her amazing, jouncing black buttocks, down the hall to the bedroom.

 

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A half an hour later, Laura knew the answer.� She stretched out languorously on the sheet next to Gina, still feeling twinges in her ass and her ravaged pussy from the exuberant and athletic fucking Gina had administered to her with the Double Penetrator.� She had come twice herself, the second time in a sweet agony of bliss that had seemed to grip her in an ecstatic seizure that threatened never to end.� Some of the power of it, she was sure, had come from the sheer force of Gina's ambivalence about having sex with another woman, which made her both passionate and furious.

With her forefinger Laura caressed her jaw line and her silky black cheek.� "You like to fuck hard," she murmured.

"You know," Gina said softly, reflectively, "I'm usually on the receiving end.� Guys like to fuck me hard.� I've only recently�"� She gave Laura a hard but clearly affectionate stare.� "�been the one on the business end of the dick.� I kind of startled myself.� Know what I mean?� I didn't think I could be so rough."

Laura smiled and kissed her tenderly, again running the tip of her tongue up under Gina's upper lip, making her shiver excitedly.� "You made me come so hard I felt my toes curling," she whispered against her lips.� "Congratulations."

She moved a little closer, so that more of their naked bodies touched.� Her nipples grazed, then mashed into, Gina's.� Gina looked at her almost dreamily.� "You really changed things for me," she murmured.� "I never thought I'd turn lesbo."

Laura thought it best to pass on making a comment about this.� Everybody had to come to terms with it as best they could.� She knew plenty of women who liked a little pussy on the side, without renouncing their love, like Gina's, of The Dick.�

"You know," Gina said pensively, after a spell of dozing and nuzzling and kissing.� "I think I'd kind of like to know what it is that makes my baby sister so hot to get poked up the pooper.� Know what I mean?� I'm thinking . . . well, she trusts you.� She told me.� I don't know whether she told you that.� She told me, 'Laura knows how to do it so it doesn't hurt and it makes me die of coming.'� She said that."

"I'm flattered," Laura said softly.� "Go on."

"I just thought . . . if Frankie can do it . . . I can do it.� But not with one of those rough guys who seem to want to watch you suffer.� And, like, choke you at the same time.� What this shit is with choking I'll never know."� She frowned sourly.

Laura nodded.

"Have you ever done it with a guy?"

Laura nodded again.� "Several.� Long ago, now.� They never tried to choke me, though."

"In the ass?"

Laura nodded.� "They can get a little rough.� I guess because it's especially intense for them too."

Gina looked at her solemnly.� "Well?� Are you going to initiate me?� I want to come like Frankie says she comes."

"No guarantees."

"Will it hurt?"

Laura shrugged.� "Maybe a little.� At first.� We'll go slowly."

"Good, because I don't like pain."

"You liked being spanked," Laura teased her.

"That's different," Gina grinned sheepishly.� "I deserved it."

"You sure did!" Laura snarled playfully, pretending to bite her pretty neck, then her shoulder.�

The tussling aroused them both.� Gina was panting, and Laura was sucking her beautiful black nipples again, and they both realized they might get carried away before the could proceed with their little project.� "Okay . . ." Gina panted, her black eyes flaring and pulsing, "I think I'm ready.� Let's do it."

Laura, who was not about to reject this surprise invitation, extracted the purple strap-on dildo apparatus from her small valise and slipped into it, securing it in place.� Gina watched.� She squinted and grimaced at it as the thick, shiny projectile shot up from Laura's groin, as if unable to believe even now that she herself had requested this.� "It's pretty big," she said softly.� "I mean, I've had bigger . . . but you know . . . it's going to go . . ."

Laura grinned at her reassuringly.� "This is the one Frankie likes," she said, pointedly.

"Oh," Gina said meekly, gulping softly.� "Okay.� How do we do it?� Doggy or mish?"

"Frankie likes a gentle spoon from behind.� But I want to fuck you face to face so I can kiss you.� And kiss these."

Laura fondled her pretty little up-scooped black breasts, lightly pinching the thick damp black nipples she had been sucking hungrily moments ago.�

"Sounds okay to me," Gina said, stretching out on her back and spreading her lean, sleek thighs, exposing her groin and the wet pink seam running down the middle of it.

"This will make it a little easier," Laura said, pulling over a pillow and gesturing for Gina to lift her ass so that she could push it under her buns.

Now her crotch was slightly uptilted.� Laura immediately began swabbing the crack of her ass with baby oil, and the dildo too.� She wanted to make this as painless as possible for Gina, so that the ultimate rewards were easily achievable.

Gina gnawed her lower lip and watched fascinated as Laura with her right hand slowly guided the flaring head of the purple missile toward the secret little pinched-tight hole between her splendid round moons.� Her breath caught in her throat as she felt it nudge her rosebud.

"Uhhhh!"� But she did not remove her eyes from her crotch.

"Easy does it . . ." Laura purred softly to her, letting the head of the dildo lodge in the small, tight aperture, then pushing . . . pushing . . .

"Unhhh!� Unhhh!"

"Easy . . . honey . . . easy . . ."

She glanced up to see Gina's eyes seared with hot flames of fear and pleasure and pain.� "Ohhhhhh!� I don't know whether I can do this!" Gina panted, her voice keening up hysterically.

"You can . . . you can . . ." Laura purred, leaning forward, pausing in her pushing, to kiss Gina and soothe her and reassure her.� "And if you can't, we'll stop."

"That little bitch isn't going to get away with doing something I can't do," Gina hissed under her breath, barely moving her lips.� But then she grinned at Laura.� "Go ahead."

Again Laura slowly pushed her hips forward, feeling the thick torpedo abolish all resistance and begin to loosen the tight ring and slip further inside.� Gina was holding her breath, her lovely face scrunched up into a grimace of concentration, but not of intense pain.

"Actually . . ." she panted, "it kind of . . . feels . . . kind of . . . good.� Ungghh!"� She suddenly cried out, as for a quick instant it didn't feel good after all.� Her fingernails bit into the flesh of Laura's arm.� But then the quick-flaring pain suddenly receded, and her body let go briefly of its tension.

By this time the shaft was almost halfway into her ass.� She could not believe it, staring in awe down at Laura's crotch only inches from hers, the shiny purple tube uniting them.� "How does it feel now?" Laura murmured softly to her, pausing in her pushing, wanting to give Gina every chance to proceed or decline.

Gina bit her lip again.� Her dark, excited eyes were watering, but she was game.� "It hurt like hell for a minute there," she gasped.� "But now it doesn't hurt any more.� Just . . . go slow . . . okay?"

"Of course . . . of course," Laura purred to her, leaning down to kiss her cheek, her damp forehead, feeling Gina's harsh panting against her own face.� "Slowly . . . slowly . . ."

She pushed forward gently, until only an inch of the dildo remained outside of Gina's rectum.� "Auunngghh!" Gina gasped and groaned loudly.� "Oh shit . . . oh!"

But these were not cries of pain.� They were not exactly cries of pleasure either, Laura knew, but more a response to an intensity of sensation that was both piercing and sharply gripping.� Laura began to move her pelvis slowly, inching the shaft in and out of Gina's body, but slowly, very slowly.� Gina shuddered a little, and winced, and moaned softly.

"Oooohhhhh!� Nnnggggg!� Oh!"

"Does it hurt?"

"No."� Her eyes came open, and she stared deeply into Laura's.� "I thought you wanted to suck me.� My nipples."

"I want to suck your nipples forever," Laura panted, dropping her mouth to them, feeling Gina herself begin to pick up the pace by slightly gyrating her own pelvis in rhythm with Laura's gentle thrusts.

They were silent for long minutes, while this deliberate, gentle fucking went on, Laura sucking and tonguing Gina's beautiful wet black nipples, Gina gurgling and groaning in a soft feverish mania as the sensations grew more intense.� Her anus grew more and more relaxed as they continued, so that soon the dildo was sliding in and out easily, and she was bucking up into Laura's strokes more and more vigorously.

"You can . . . fuck me . . . harder," she finally panted, her dark eyes now fiery with sexual hunger.� She was rubbing her wet pussy wildly with one hand, and gasping for breath, tossing her head, the fingers of her other hand biting into Laura's back, even clawing it.� "Fuck me . . . Laura . . ." she gasped.� "Fuck me harder than you fuck Frankie."

Laura was happy to oblige, though Gina's command made little sense.� She could have no idea how 'hard' Laura fucked Frankie.� In fact, Laura did not fuck her very 'hard,' except maybe for a few seconds at the end.� But it simply meant that Gina was past the fear stage and into the full-bore sexual obliteration stage.� She wanted a major onslaught now, and even though she still winced, and gagged softly a little, each time the dildo slid deep into her ass, she was also only a minute or so away from a shattering explosion, Laura knew.� She could feel it, she could sense it, in Gina's quivering, flexing body, and see it in the strain on her beautiful face.� She was familiar with this expression, having seen it dozens of times on Frankie's face.

You're going to come, honey! she thought.� You are going to come so hard!

"Oh!� Oh!"

"Yes!" Laura encouraged her.

"Aawwoonnggg!� Ohnngg!� Oh!"

Suddenly, Gina's eyes popped open as if she had seen some horrible vision.� She glowered hotly at Laura.� "Fuck my ass!� You're fucking my ass!"

"Yes.� Yes . . . I am!" Laura panted, her hungry hands racing all over Gina's splendid lean naked body.� She pumped her hard now, hard and quick.

"Aawwonnngg! �NNMMGGGIIIEEEEE!� OH!� OH!" Gina cried out in whooping, earsplitting shrieks, her body stiffening and jerking wildly.�

Even though she was holding Gina as Gina came unbelievably, Laura could not help for a split second remembering Frankie telling her how she and her ex-husband had checked out their new house to see if one could hear her torrid sexual shrieks from outside.� They were the same shrieks Gina, her twin, was now making.� Laura was hoping Gina's neighbors weren't overhearing them.

But more importantly, she was holding Gina's lovely spasming body as the rumbling aftershocks of a shattering orgasm rippled through her.

"Ohhnnnnn!� Oh shit!� Oh god!" Gina was gasping and moaning, her body slowly undulating, then stretching, then quivering.� She seemed to take a long interval to enjoy it completely.� Then, after a moment: "Take it out," she said softly.� "Take it out."

Laura slowly complied, kissing her face, her mouth, her shoulders, her neck.� "I love fucking you," she whispered.� "In any way you like.� You are very beautiful."

But Gina was having none of it.� She was still a little breathless and disoriented, but she was back in frown mode.� "Am I as good as she is?"

Laura tsk'ed tsk'ed her.� "So competitive.� You are both shockingly beautiful."

Gina, still looking a little overcome by the experience, sighed.� "At least now I know what I was missing.� She's right.� You're good."

Laura smiled demurely.� "You didn't totally dislike it?"

Gina broke into a smile in spite of herself.� "Don't tell anybody," she murmured as if telling a secret.� "I don't think I ever had an orgasm like that.� Ever.� Not that it was so hard . . . or intense.� But it was . . . different.� It was like being electrocuted or something, know what I mean?� Not that I've ever been electrocuted.� But my whole body was vibrating.� I think that's what Frankie is so wild for.� That current going through you."

Laura leaned forward and kissed her mouth slowly and tenderly.� "Maybe if we rest for a few minutes we can think of some new ways to make each other happy.� Watching you come like that only made me hornier than ever.� What do you think?"

Gina grinned.� "I think if you open that bottle of wine you brought it will be just perfect. �There's a corkscrew in the drawer by the stove.� I've got to pee.� There are wine glasses by the microwave."

But Laura grabbed her naked body and pulled her close again, before she could hop up and disappear.� "Tell me how much you liked it," she said, kissing her again.

After a long kiss, Gina grinned at her.� "Quit trying to get me to say how much I loved it."� She made a comical frown.� "But I will be trying it again.� Not with a guy, though.� Let them eat their hearts out.� It's Laura all the way for me."

"Mmmmm.� Music to my ears."