[Chanitra]

 

 

 

After she and and Yvette had eaten each other for lunch, Laura had no sex for almost a week. Somehow, her own exhaustion and the preoccupations of her potential lovers prevented it. And who were they, anyway, she thought.

Yvette's opportunities were limited by her marriage, and her small child. Karen had her own agenda, and would show up when least expected. And, Laura realized, her sex with Karen was always so dangerous and extreme that both of them approached it warily. Sandra and Shawn lived 300 miles away. That left Chanitra.

The moment Laura thought of her name she was flooded with hot shivers of lust. She could see Chanitra's beautiful, lissome young naked body in her mind's eye, Chanitra's spectacular, perfect ass, Chanitra's upswept small breasts with their popping, gleaming black nipples.

Thinking of the girl made her wet. And guilty at the same time. She and Yvette had made love so passionately, that afternoon, with never a mention of Laura's affair with Chanitra. How would it seem for Laura to go after Chanitra now? Like treason? Like the most awful betrayal. And yet the mere thought of the girl, her young, fresh, exuberant sexuality, her crinkly smile, her incredible ass, all of it plunged Laura into a hot turmoil of lust.

And shockingly enough, that Saturday afternoon she ran into Chanitra in a department store. Chanitra was there with two girlfriends, and looked younger than ever, though also delectable. Her hair was done in long, thin braids, studded with colored beads. It framed her enchanting young face, and Laura felt heart pangs just looking at her.

Chanitra wore white pants so tight that you could see nearly everything, and Laura could see she wasn't wearing any panties now, either. On top she wore a red midriff blouse, exposing her delicious black satin tummy.

"Hi, Laura," she said, with exaggerated friendliness.

"Hi," Laura gulped.

Did she look like a sex pervert, the way she was eyeing Chanitra's body?

Chanitra introduced her friends. Then she took Laura's arm in hers, rubbing one hard young breast against Laura's elbow and flirting shamelessly.

"Laura and I are old friends," she told the others.

Laura was embarrassed. Wasn't Chanitra afraid the others would think she had . . . lesbian feelings for Laura? Or that they had actually had a sexual relationship? Didn't she care if they knew?

Laura tried to move on, but Chanitra wouldn't let her. Finally, she told her friends, "You guys go ahead. I'm going to stay with Laura. I can catch a ride home with her."

Laura blushed. The other two girls looked meaningfully at her and Chanitra. Chanitra rubbed her breast against Laura's arm again, an unmistakably intimate gesture that made Laura's pulse pound.

Chanitra's friends moved on reluctantly, with curious glances back at Laura. Laura took the girl behind a tall counter.

"What are you doing?" she said. "Aren't you afraid they'll get the wrong idea?"

But all the time she was talking, her heart was melting, looking at that enchanting young face. And her cunt was oozing with warm juices as she gazed into Chanitra's shining eyes.

"Don't you want to take me home and fuck me?" Chantira whispered mischievously, her eyes flashing with hot sex.

"God . . . yes!" Laura admitted, under her breath. Heaven help me! I could rape you right here.

"Don't you want to dig your fingers into my booty, and run your tongue all over it?"

"Yes."

"Then why do you care what they think? Just take me home."

Laura grabbed her arm and steered her toward the back door of the department store, where the parking garage was. She hoped they didn't see Chanitra's friends on the way out. For one thing, they might say something to Yvette. She had never felt this secretive before, but now she didn't want Yvette to know.

In her car, Chanitra leaned over to kiss her. Now, instead of saucy and flirtatious, she was warm and melting.

"God, Laura, I want you," she murmured as her mouth met Laura's.

But Laura cut the kiss short. They were still in public, and anyone could walk by. She started her car and drove them to her apartment, trying not to shake with anticipation, feeling her cunt flow with warm nectars as Chanitra kept running her fingers up and down Laura's thigh.

But when they got there, Chanitra was coquettish again. She slipped out of Laura's eager hands as soon as the door was closed and bolted.

"Not so fast, not so fast," she giggled. "I get to tease you first, don't I?

Laura smiled. "That's a two-way street, remember."

"I remember something, I remember how much you like this," Chanitra said, turning her back on Laura and sticking out her rump.

Laura could feel the pulse beat deep inside her cunt at the sight of the swelling moons encased in the very tight pants.

"I'm surprised men don't grab you and rape you when you walk down the street in those," Laura said.

"Or women?" Chanitra teased. "You ain't no man. But you want to rape me."

"I sure do."

A delightful tease, Chanitra began inching the zipper on her hip down.

"I ain't wearing any panties under this either," she said.

"I can see that."

"Tell me what you gon do if I let you see it."

Laura began to pursue her slowly across the room, backing her into a corner.

"You're not playing fair, Laura," Chanitra giggled softly.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll think it was five men," Laura whispered.

Chanitra slipped under her outstretched arm and darted into the middle of the livingroom. Grinning at Laura, she inched the zipper all the way down. Then she began to peel the tight white pants down, until her whole incredible round black taut perfect bottom was naked.

Laura was mesmerized. Chanitra could see it. She ran her long graceful fingers over the gleaming, smooth moons. Then she dug her fingers into them, kneading them in a slow, sensual rhythm that aroused them both. Finally, she began squeezing them and pulling them apart, letting Laura glimpse the dark shadowy crease between them, where sweet secrets lay.

Slowly, entranced, Laura moved across the room toward her. But Chanitra held up her hand, her eyes smoky with sex but as mischievous as ever.

"You have to take off something too," she whispered.

"What do you prefer?"

"Your top."

Slowly, Laura did a striptease for the girl herself. She often forgot in moments of lust that she had extraordinarily beautiful breasts herself, really something special, and that Chanitra might feel about them the way she, Laura, felt about Chanitra's unbelievably gorgeous ass.

She removed her blouse, taking as much time as possible. Then she removed her bra, watching Chanitra's eyes.

"God, you have the most beautiful boobs," Chanitra murmured.

"God, you have the most beautiful ass," Laura echoed.

"I'll let you touch, if you let me," Chanitra whispered.

Laura nodded. They moved closer. Even though they had fucked like two lust-crazed animals in the past, it was as if they had never touched until this moment. Laura's upswept, jutting young breasts and swelling coral nipples were only an inch or so from Chanitra's sensual mouth. Chanitra extended her tongue and slowly licked one of them, making Laura shiver and bringing a tiny, helpless moan from deep in her throat.

Then Chanitra's long, dark fingers enclosed her breast, and her nipple disappeared into the girl's mouth, deep. The sensations that shot through her quivering body were electrifying. Chanitra sucked Laura's throbbing nipple for a full minute before releasing it. She looked up, gazing deeply into Laura's eyes, her own swimming with lust.

"Your turn," she murmured hoarsely.

She turned and Laura dropped to her knees. Her hands came up to the incredible round moons of flesh. She stroked them lovingly, then more passionately, finally pressing her lips to them, then kneading them, sucking and gently biting them. All of it drove Chanitra nearly to the brink. She panted and whimpered, finally turning and dropping to her knees too, kissing Laura aggressively.

"Want you to fuck me," she said into Laura's teeth. "You can fuck my ass too. Do everything to me."

"Oh baby . . ." Laura panted, pulling Chanitra to her feet, then toward the bedroom.

She nearly had her skirt off when they got there, and Chanitra was down to her bra. Laura kissed her slowly, sensually, with deep feeling, as she removed it. She cradled the fantastic hard balls of Chanitra's small beautiful breasts in her hands, lowering her lips to the gleaming black bursting nipples, tonguing and sucking them hungrily.

Chanitra moaned and panted. "Do me, Laura, do me," she panted over and over. "Now . . . now, fuck me, please."

She pulled Laura over to the bed. Laura kicked her skirt away and quickly skimmed off her panties. Now they were both totally naked, and Laura reveled in the feeling of Chanitra's wonderful smooth young body touching hers everywhere.

They embraced and kissed, and Chanitra nearly swooned from the hot, urgent need she felt. Laura slid down her sleek, slender black body, between her thighs, getting one hand on Chanitra's incredible bottom and the other on her silky, wet pussy.

She knew what she wanted to do, and while caressing Chanitra's ass and gently, carefully kissing her pussy so as not to give in to Chanitra's frantic urgency, she reached over to the bedstand and grabbed the tube of K-Y jelly that was always there. Chanitra was so consumed by lust that she barely knew what Laura was doing.

Skilfully, Laura turned the mewling girl over onto her stomach, so that her beautiful, gleaming black moons were rising in the air. After greasing the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand, she slipped her left hand underneath to Chanitra's pussy, rubbing her clit and making her moan and twist. Then she slid her lubricated forefinger into Chanitra's ass, in and out, in and out, making Chanitra's moans rise and intensify.

"Ohhhhhh! Ohhhhhnnnn!" Chanitra moaned, her asscheeks clenching, making Laura nearly faint with lust herself.

Slowly, she introduced her middle finger too, until she now had both fingers in Chanitra's tight little asshole, fucking her slowly, rubbing Chanitra's clit with her other hand, and kissing and sucking and biting the incredible taut flesh of Chanitra's asscheeks at the same time. Both she and Chanitra were so aroused that she wondered why they both didn't explode.

Chanitra sobbed and gasped with excruciating pleasure, writhing face down on the bed, while Laura sucked and bit her round buns and hand-fucked her ass and pussy more and more sharply, bringing her closer . . . closer to the ultimate, killing moment. Then the girl's lean, beautiful young body stiffened. Her ass quivered, and her buns clenched hard, then she fell into convulsions of fierce coming.

"Ohnggg! Mnnnggauuuunnggooooo! Oh! Unghh! Auungghhiiii!" she moaned into the sheet, her lean, glossy body convulsed by sharp spasms.

Laura knew it was the most rupturing, wrenching orgasm she had ever given Chanitra, and therefore almost certainly the most shattering the girl had ever had. But she kept fucking the girl throughout it, not relenting, finally pinching Chanitra's clit between two fingers and rubbing it violently while she drilled her two greased fingers deep into the girl's squirming bottom.

And Chanitra, her body completely vulnerable to Laura's savage caresses, came again, quickly, crying out in sharp moans of ecstacy as fresh spasms wracked her flesh. Her second orgasm was as strong as her first, and when the shockwaves finally began to die away, Laura disengaged her hands and wiped her fingers, then embraced the girl and kissed her back to life.

"You know," Chanitra finally murmured, "sometimes when I think about you, I think I can't possibly have come the way I remember coming when you fuck me. And then . . . god, you made me come harder than before. Twice."

"Good," Laura smiled. "I wanted to."

Now Chanitra dropped her mouth to Laura's breasts and began to tease Laura's nipples with her tongue, making love to Laura in a far more subtle way than she ever had before. She knew that Laura was already aroused, and she knew she could play on it, build on it, bring Laura slowly to a climax, things she had learned by having it done to her.

Laura gave into it. She knew how Chanitra loved her breasts, and she even held them for the girl, while Chanitra sucked and squeezed them, gasping with intense pleasure as her nipples disappeared inside the girl's hungry mouth. Laura was very close, after having fucked Chanitra into two quick climaxes, and this treatment of her breasts nearly made her come. Chanitra knew it, and backed off.

She cooed to Laura, pushing Laura onto her back, dangling the hard little perfect balls of her own breasts in Laura's face, teasing Laura's lips with her swollen, gleaming black nipples.

"Oh, you want to taste, don't you," she teased. "You want to suck. You want me to make you come fast, don't you. You think you can make me suffer, but I'll let you come fast. Oh Laura, you taught me too well, didn't you."

"Oh god . . . honey, please," Laura whimpered.

Chanitra moved down and brushed her soft, puffy nipples against Laura's, which were hard and pointing, throbbing, aching, still damp from the girl's saliva. Then Chanitra's mouth found Laura's nipples yet again, sucking and pinching them and bringing Laura quickly back to the same state of need.

"Unhhh! Unhhh!" Laura panted, tossing her head, squirming, her hips jerking spastically in phantom fuck-motions. "Oh god! Please! Chanitra . . . please!"

"Ummmm . . . you ready now, Laura? Ready?"

"God . . . yes!"

Silently, Chanitra slid down between Laura's yawning thighs. The next thing Laura knew, Chanitra's mouth was on her pussy, aggressively slurping and stabbing and sucking it, sucking Laura's clit maniacally, until Laura spilled over with hot, violent spasms of coming.

"Auungghhhh!" she cried out, feeling a bomb explode inside her body.

She arched her back, pushing her cunt into Chanitra's busy mouth, and pumped wildly as the wrenching spasms clutched her shaking body. The white hot pleasure poured through her, and Chanitra, who had also learned from Laura not to stop at one climax, kept sucking her pussy, keeping her at the breaking point.

Then Chanitra was on top of her, pushing her delectable breasts into Laura's face, rubbing Laura's throbbing pussy with her hand, panting and gasping as she brought Laura closer to another explosion.

"Suck, Laura, suck me, I know it makes you come, suck me hard and I'll make you come again, do it, do it, yes, ohhhh yes!" she panted, her face torn with fresh ecstacy as Laura's mouth closed over one of her sensitive nipples.

And Laura barely knew what happened next. Their two struggling bodies seemed to merge in a fierce, active embrace, her mouth fastened on one of Chanitra's thick nipples, Chanitra's thighs clasping one of hers, Chanitra's hand in Laura's pussy, plunging in and out rapidly. Laura had not really come down from her previous orgasm, and she began to come again almost immediately, followed by Chanitra, who came too in a sharp outburst, jamming her wet slit into the muscle of Laura's thigh.

Groaning and shuddering, they clung to one another while the shared orgasm wrenched their bodies. Finally, they collapsed side by side on the mattress, gasping and whimpering from the force of the explosion. It took minutes for Laura's pulse to return to normal. She still hardly believed what had happened.

She kissed Chanitra, long and lovingly. "I think I'd better think carefully before going to bed with you. You're so . . . athletic."

"Sorry. Did I hurt you?"

"No, silly girl. You knocked me silly."

"Me too," Chanitra beamed. "Once I got going, I just couldn't stop."

They dozed and cuddled for a while, caressing each other tenderly. Chanitra, for all her exuberant lust and playfulness, was a sweet, very affectionate girl, and Laura could feel her own heart fly when she lay next to the girl, touching Chanitra's beautiful, lean, naked body.

Chanitra toyed with the tube of K-Y jelly. "This what you put on your fingers when you fucked my ass?" she inquired.

Laura nodded. A mischievous, hot look came into Chanitra's eyes.

"Do it again?"

"Honey, you're getting corrupt before your time," Laura said. "Aren't you too young for such tastes?"

"How old are you?" Chanitra challenged.

"Twenty-six."

"See. Only ten years."

"Next thing you'll be asking me to tie you up," Laura teased.

"Ooooo, that sounds exciting," Chanitra's eyes sparkled. "You ever do that?"

But Laura was intent on changing the subject. And Chanitra's invitation was too much for her to resist. As always, she feared Chanitra would grow out of this, and Laura would have to seize the moment whenever it was offered.

She slid down the girl's incredible body and began to knead and kiss the firm round black moons of Chanitra's peerless ass again. She didn't know why it aroused her so, except for its sheer perfection, firm resilience, and the way Chanitra stiffened and moaned when Laura slipped her tongue into the dark crack. In under a minute Laura was seething with renewed lust herself, and Chanitra was nearly climbing the walls.

"Ohhhhhhnnn . . . oh Laura, do it," she panted. "Please . . . do it. Do it to me."

Laura tongue-fucked the girl's glossy little black asshole for a few minutes, bringing squeals of delight from Chanitra. Then she grabbed the tube and slathered two fingers with grease.

Chanitra had been lying flat on her stomach, but now she got up on her knees, uptilting her ass to Laura and reaching one hand up under her crotch to rub her clit while Laura fucked her.

Her dark eyes throbbed with sexual excitement as she caught Laura's. "Fuck me hard, Laura," she whispered, her throat clotted with need. "Hard. Do me hard."

Laura slid the two slippery fingers into Chanitra's tight asshole and began fucking her slowly. The sight of the girl's glistening, exposed pussy, Chanitra's fingertips rapidly rubbing her clit, and the round perfect moons of Chanitra's ass with her greased hand plunging in and out of it nearly made Laura come herself with sexual excitement.

She lowered her mouth to Chanitra's beautiful black buns and began sucking and biting them, squeezing and pinching them with her free hand at the same time, then biting them even harder as the firestorm of lust grew in intensity.

"Ohhnnnn . . . yes!" Chanitra gasped. "Yes, please . . . Laura, yes, do it hard, bite me, fuck me hard! Hard! Oh yes!"

And Laura, shaking with desire herself, needed no encouragement. She finger-raped and mouth-mauled Chanitra's ass while Chanitra rubbed her own clit savagely, then erupted in a seizure of coming, pushing her face into the sheet and groaning, her ass shuddering under Laura's plunging hand as she came in bursts of wild sexual spasms.

She seemed to have about three orgasms, with Laura continuing to fuck her and bite her asscheeks, until finally she couldn't come any more and collapsed face-down on the bed.

"Oh god . . . oh god!" she whimpered weakly, her senses still reeling from the fierce shock of her climaxes.

But she had the stamina of a sixteen-year-old, and only a few moments passed before she was all over Laura, bringing Laura to another climax, then another, until Laura herself was panting and sighing with exhaustion and tingling with the aftershocks of fresh sexual explosions.

"You wear me out," she confessed to Chanitra as they cuddled together.

"Damn right." Chanitra gave her the most fetching crinkle- nosed smiled. "I'm gonna fuck you to death. So you can't ever go to bed with Yvette again."

It was the first time her sister's name had come up between them this day, and both of them were reluctant to push it any further.

"I . . . can't just refuse to see her, you know," Laura said softly. "She's . . . just as special to me as you are."

Tears, totally unexpected by Laura, rolled down Chanitra's cheeks. "I don't want you to fuck nobody but me," Chanitra said, very softly, not meeting Laura's eyes. "Ain't I good? Don't you love my body? Don't I make you come good?"

"I love your body," Laura said, telling the truth.

"Why you want her?"

Laura didn't know how to answer. She kissed Chanitra's tears, then kissed Chanitra, both of them growing more passionate by the second, as if this shadow of Yvette over their relationship made it even more intense. They fucked again two more times, and by the time Chanitra left, she seemed to have put the issue of her sister and Laura aside, for the moment.

Then, to Laura's chagrin, having successfully skirted that issue for the moment, when she was seeing Chanitra down to the lobby of her building, they ran into Karen, who had slipped into the building behind another tenant. She smiled at Laura and started to speak, then, seeing Chanitra, did a double-take. Her expression showed that she was both stunned by Chanitra's beauty and amused by Laura's involvement with the girl.

Laura quickly walked past her, opening the lobby door for Chanitra, giving her a peck on the cheek. Then she walked back to Karen, and they both watched Chanitra walking off down the street. She was again, of course, wearing the super-tight white pants she had been wearing in the department store, and little was left to Karen's imagination.

"God . . . what a beautiful body," she said to Laura, under her breath. "She must be all of . . . twelve?"

Karen grinned at Laura, her eyes flashing maliciously. Laura blushed in spite of herself.

"She's sixteen," she said, defensively.

"Robbing the cradle now, are we?"

"And you wouldn't have?"

"Me? I like white girls."

"I know."

"I particularly like one, who could do me a favor right now, if she wasn't so tired from chasing after little virgin pussies. You look exhausted. What did she do, tie you up and fuck you till you fainted?"

Laura smirked. "I am tired," she said, realizing for the first time how hard it was to refuse Karen. "Could we make it tomorrow?"

Karen softened. "Of course. I know I'm not the only one with needs. Give me a call when you have more energy." She leaned close and whispered. "I want the whole thing. I don't want little half- measures. You're the only one I can trust. I need it."

"God, careful, you're getting me hot," Laura whispered back.

"Just think about it, honey," Karen winked, turning to leave. "And in the mean time, stay away from those children."