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Laura - Chapter 322













   Laura's car was in the shop and a friend who was headed up to the
university after work agreed to drop her off on the way at the organic
market that was about a three blocks' walk from her house.  Her bag, filled
with cabbages and spinach and oranges, was getting a little heavy even
after the first block, so she leaned against a tree to pause for a moment
and while resting noticed a young girl, probably eighteen or so, washing a
car across the street about thirty yards ahead.



   The car was in the driveway.  The girl was standing on a small stool and
scrubbing the roof with a sponge.  She was very black and wore Daisy Dukes
and a candy cane striped thin sleeveless top.  Her marvelous young black
thighs gleamed and flexed as she leaned over the car, her beautiful ass
swaying for all to see.



   The moment she saw her Laura wondered why a crowd hadn't gathered.  She
forgave herself for silently observing that the girl, while surely
interested in getting the car clean, was even more concerned to show off
this beautiful body of hers to all who might want to enjoy its display. 
And I am certainly one of those, Laura thought, unable to take her eyes off
the spectacle.



   She moved one tree closer and stopped again.  She had not yet seen the
girl from the front and waited patiently to do so.  Meanwhile, there was a
thrilling spectacle of glossy black thigh flesh and shapely calves flexing
in the sun as the girl leaned far over the roof of the car, even kicking
one foot in the air and balancing on one foot on the stool in order to
reach the furthest parts.  She was short, perhaps five one, Laura guessed,
and built on a small frame with short arms too, and so certain parts of the
car, a large American sedan, were hard to reach.



   When the girl did climb off the stool and turn, Laura did see her from
the front and felt a happy little flutter everywhere in her body.  The girl
was very pretty, with a high, gleaming forehead, no doubt filmed with a
little sweat following these exertions, and small breasts that jutted
against the cloth of her striped top.  As Laura had anticipated, the girl's
eyes swiftly swept across the entire neighborhood to see if anyone was
watching, though without appearing to pay too close attention in case
anyone was.  It was a skilled glance, clearly well-practiced, and Laura
wondered if she often washed the car this way, putting on her marvelous
little show.



   On the spur of the moment Laura decided to cross the street.  She had no
expectations but could not resist the impulse to let the girl know that at
least one admirer, though of the same sex, was definitely appreciating the
view.  After all, she reasoned, maybe she doesn't care who's looking as
long as someone is.



   The girl did not notice her at first and continued with the car, now
scrubbing the trunk lid, standing on the ground this time.  But as Laura
drew closer, something she definitely noticed was the two large bumps on
each of the girl's breasts sliding around under the fabric of her top, big
bulbous nipples that had been hard to see from a further distance.  This,
of course, only ramped up her interest.  The darling was not only wearing
Daisy Dukes and waving her ass at the neighborhood, she was not wearing a
bra either over those delectable little doves.



   At this point she spotted Laura, who was in any case not trying to hide.
"Hi," she smiled, a smile like the sun popping through the clouds, one to
brighten your sad old heart.



   Laura almost hated resorting to this hoary old saying, and yet she had
to say something.  "How would it be if I brought mine by here for you to
wash when you're finished with that one?" she said, feeling like a dork,
but moving closer.



   When she had been a teenager herself, this was the kind of thing dorky
or creepy old neighbors, always male, would say to her.  But the girl did
not stop beaming.  She tilted her head to the side in a very fetching,
innocent gesture.  "Sorry.  I'm only doing this out of duty.  My sister
lets me live here if I wash her car for her now and then."



   Laura smiled back and reached into her grocery bag.  "I'll give you an
orange," she joked, a bribe.



   "Is that one of those organic oranges from the market up the street? 
God, don't those taste great?  Like, when you eat one you realize why
people started eating oranges in the first place."



   The girl shut off the hose nozzle and dropped it at her feet,
approaching Laura, who now felt that she really had to give her the orange
in her outstretched hand.  So she did.



   "They do taste great," she agreed.



   She caught herself looking at the protruding bulbs of the girl's
nipples, and the girl caught her too.  Laura quickly looked up and
swallowed.  The girl seemed to be putting two and two together.



   "You want to help, or you want to watch?" she asked Laura.



   Laura tried not to blush.  "I was having a good time watching," she
confessed.



   Again the girl cocked her head to the side, grinning, her teeth very
white and even, her skin very black and alluring to Laura, who wanted to
touch it, to caress it, to lick off the thin film of sweat that made it
shine.



   "I can see you were," the girl said.  "I'm Ashley." She extended her
hand.



   Laura took it.  "I'm Laura.  I . . .  live . . .  just up the street.  A
few blocks." She nodded in the right direction.



   "Are you a lesbian?" Ashley asked her, shockingly bold.  "I mean,
because if you are, you don't look like one."



   "Oh?  How are they supposed to look?"



   Ashley crinkled her adorable nose.  "Like Elvis, I guess.  At least all
the ones who've come on to me looked like Elvis."



   Laura could not suppress a little laugh.  "Sorry to disappoint you."



   "Anyway, you're married." She pointed to the gold ring on Laura's
finger.



   Laura nodded.  "Right.  Didn't come on to you, either."



   "I get it.  You're married, but you always fantasied about doing it with
a chick.  A hot neighborhood sista with a ghetto booty."



   Laura smiled mysteriously and said nothing.



   "Me too," Ashley went on, now shockingly frank.  "I mean, I always
wanted to have a lesbian experience.  Just didn't want to do it with Elvis,
know what I mean?"



   Laura nodded.  "I never wanted to do it with Elvis."



   Ashley nodded toward the house.  "Come on inside and we'll eat the
oranges over the sink so we can wash off our sticky fingers."



   Laura followed her into the house like an obedient dog.  I hope my
tongue isn't hanging out, she thought.  She had a hard time keeping her
eyes off the `ghetto booty,' which was indeed a miracle, high and hard and
round and swelling.  The glossy black backs of Ashley's young thighs were
also hard to ignore.



   In the kitchen Ashley handed her a paring knife.  "You can peel it with
your fingers, if you want.  But the knife's easier."



   Laura grinned at her.  "How do you know I'm not a serial murderer?  Do
you just invite everyone in here for an orange who happens to like your
ghetto booty?  Anyway, this isn't a ghetto."



   Ashley smirked saucily, getting another paring knife for herself. 
"Silly.  A ghetto booty is a generic, like a Bronx cheer, or a Fu Manchu
moustache, or a Hapsburg lip."



   "Or Daisy Dukes?"



   Ashley's smirk turned into a very beguiling grin.  She turned sideways
and gave a salacious bump and grind with her delectable bottom.  "Exactly."
She beckoned Laura over to the sink and began peeling her own orange.  "Are
you a serial murderer?  Or did you have something other than murder in
mind?"



   Gosh, it was one thrill after another, talking to this girl!  Laura
reflected.  You couldn't predict what was coming next.  "Tell me about your
sister," she said, peeling her own orange slowly.  "She owns the house, I
gather."



   Ashley was chewing on an orange wedge and had to swallow it before
replying.  "You don't have to worry that she'll pop in on us, if that's
what you're thinking.  She's in Winnipeg visiting her college friend."



   Laura smiled.  "Brother-in-law?"



   "Divorced," Ashley shrugged, but with a meaningful glance.  The glance
said: nobody is going to catch us, Laura.  Take your best shot.  "So . . .
if you are a serial murderer, I guess I'm done for." She said this with an
airy, resigned sort of attitude, charmingly theatrical.



   Laura, nervous, came close to choking on an orange wedge herself but
managed to get control after a few coughs.  Ashley handed her a glass of
ice water.



   "I've got some iced tea in the fridge, if you'd rather."



   "No, no.  I'm okay."



   "So . . ." They returned to the sink and continued peeling and cutting
and eating.  "Your turn.  Tell me about the wedding ring.  Won't your
husband be, like, jealous of you, hanging out with me and eating an orange?
And flirting?"



   "We're not flirting," Laura said, sternly, but not too sternly, grinning
at the end, unable to stop herself.



   "I don't know about you, but I'm flirting," Ashley said.



   "You are not.  You're teasing.  God, this orange is really good.  You're
right.  I knew they were good, but this is heaven," Laura said, finishing
hers and licking the juice off her fingers.



   "Wash your hands.  Here's a towel." Ashley handed her a dish towel.



   Laura ran a forefinger across the girl's shapely black hand as she took
the towel.  She let her eyes smolder a little, letting Ashley take the
hint. I could eat you alive, darling.  Ghetto booty and all.



   Again Ashley pointed to the ring.  "Isn't this the edge of adultery?"



   "I don't know.  You tell me."



   "I don't like triangles.  I like people who are free.  Less trouble that
way."



   "I'm not married to a man," Laura said flatly.  "A woman."



   A smile of pleased understanding curved Ashley's enchanting mouth. 
"Women are worse.  They cut you.  They want to kill you."



   "Are you speaking from experience?"



   Ashley grinned mischievously.  "Want to see my scars?"



   Laura nodded slowly.  "I do.  I want to see everything I can see."



   Ashley turned and walked to the other side of the kitchen, knowing
Laura's eyes would be fastened on the Daisy Dukes and their contents.  She
beckoned with her head.  "Come with me."



   Laura followed as before, tingling with anticipation.  Ashley led her
into one of the back bedrooms.  She turned and faced Laura, the same
mischievous little smirk on her face.  "Okay, I'm ready for my lesbian
experience."



   "Don't you think you ought to lock the front door?  In case somebody
wants to come in?"



   Ashley made a cute moue.  She was adorable, though difficult.  "If you
insist.  I've been living here for about two years and nobody's ever come
in."



   Laura caressed her smooth black cheek with the knuckle of one hand. 
"What if your `lesbian experience' makes you scream and shriek and groan?
Won't the neighbors want to rescue you?"



   Ashley now made big eyes at her.  "Are you really going to make me
scream?  I can't wait."



   Laura couldn't either.  To hell with locking the front door.  She
finally encircled the girl in her arms and drew her closer.  "Only if you
get next to me here and let me have that delicious mouth."



   Ashley smiled up at her.  She was short and had to look up at Laura. 
"You like to kiss too?  How romantic.  I think I may like this.  And you
don't look a bit like Elvis.  You're beautiful."



   Laura kissed her luscious, sensual mouth, at first slowly, tentatively,
then more aggressively.  Ashley's tongue quickly met her own.  Soon they
were tongue-stabbing and lip-sucking.



   "Some people think Elvis was beautiful," Laura panted into her even
white teeth.



   "Not me," Ashley panted back.  "You're making my heart race."



   "You're making my pussy wet."



   These words seemed to electrify Ashley.  Laura could feel her taut
little body tense up in her hungry embrace.  She ran her fingers all over
Ashley's exposed black skin, and her lips up and down Ashley's smooth black
neck, tasting a little of the thin sheen of sweat she had earlier seen
there.  Her hands found the ghetto booty and squeezed it with hot relish
through the Daisy Dukes.



   "I think you're making mine wet too," Ashley panted softly.  "This is my
bed.  We can do it here."



   "It's kind of small," Laura said, glancing down at the twin bed.  "Is
there a bigger one?"



   "Why, are we going to wrestle?" Ashley asked, again smirking
mischievously.



   "Yes," Laura breathed into her ear.  "I'm going to pin you.  Make you
cry uncle."



   Ashley giggled softly and pulled Laura toward the door, then down the
short hallway to the second bedroom.  "My sister's," she said, drawing
Laura inside, where there was a decent queen-sized bed.  "At least we won't
leave cum tracks all over it, like I once did with a boyfriend."



   Laura nipped her earlobe.  "You mean you did it with him in here and you
wanted to have us do it on that little bed?"



   "Ouch!" Ashley giggled, touching her earlobe and slipping away.  "I
didn't want to have to wash her sheets twice again."



   Laura followed her, grabbing her again next to the bed.  "Darling
Ashley, they are going to be soaking by the time we're through." She again
embraced the enchanting little thing and kissed her ravenously, this time
sliding her hands up under the thin, candy-cane patterned top, running her
palms all over Ashley's firm warm flesh.



   "Here, help me pull down the covers," Ashley said, slipping away again.
"Bad enough we're going to dirty the sheets."



   Laura helped her pull them down, exposing the bottom sheet.  Then she
grabbed Ashley again, kissing her rapaciously and pulling up the candy cane
top to get her hands on the girl's marvelous, round, springy little
breasts. Ashley's nipples were big, bulbous puffies, and Laura cupped them
in her palms, eager to get her mouth on them.  She kissed Ashley's neck
again.



   "Here . . .  let's get this off.  Let's get everything off."



   "I find that helps," Ashley cracked, giving Laura a sardonic grin.



   Laura helped Ashley pull the top over her head, then kissed her way down
Ashley's shoulder and her chest to one beautiful small breast, which she
cradled in her palm.  Ashley's nipple was not only big and bulbous but
black as coal, with a thick stubby center, and Laura licked and then sucked
it hungrily.  She managed to suck about half of Ashley's small breast into
her mouth.



   "Whoa!" Ashley laughed, looking down at her breast disappearing into
Laura's mouth.  "Hold on, girl.  You tryin' to get the whole thing in
there?"



   Laura let her shiny wet nipple go for a second and smiled up at her. 
"You bet I am."



   Ashley grinned.  "Go for it, then.  Shit, that feels so good!"



   Laura still cradled Ashley's breast in one palm while trying to swallow
it, but with her other hand she was diddling the top button of the Daisy
Dukes, trying to open it.  Once open, she knew, the rest was just a zipper.
Ashley would be naked in seconds, and Laura would be all over her
delicious, darling body.



   In the midst of this she realized that Ashley was helping her.  She
brushed Laura's fingers aside and unfastened the button herself, then
unzipped her cutoffs.  "Aren't you supposed to get naked too?" she panted,
sliding them down her hard black thighs.



   "Watch me," Laura panted back, now holding Ashley's small, perfect
breast in both hands and raking her erect wet nipple with her teeth.



   Unfortunately, though, it took her a little longer to disrobe than
Ashley had taken, since Laura was still in her formal work clothes, which
were expensive and had to be removed more carefully.  Ashley smirked at her
but said nothing while she slipped out of them.



   "Ready?" she beamed when Laura was finished.  "Wow, Laura, you have a
beautiful body."



   "Nothing to yours, my darling," Laura purred, pulling her down on the
exposed sheet and running her hands all over Ashley's smooth, black
nakedness, feel the blood leap up and roar inside her body.



   This was perhaps almost as good as the moment of true orgasm: mashing
your own hot flesh for the first time against the naked body of the girl
you had just been so feverishly desiring for the past hour, hungering for
her every pore, dying to touch her bare skin, to fill your mouth with her
vibrant flesh, as Laura was doing right now.  She loved hearing Ashley mewl
and whimper, as if this was more than she had bargained for too.



   "Unhhhh!  Oh!" Ashley gasped as Laura swarmed all over her delicious
young body.  "Oh . . .  oh Laura . . .  yessssss!  Mmmmmm!  Oh . . .  oh
god that feels good!"



   Laura was all over her, licking, sucking, nibbling, kneading, probing.
She had only tasted one of Ashley's perfect little breasts and large,
bulbous, black, puffy nipples, and now she tried to ingest the other one,
siphoning it like a mad woman, feeling Ashley's whole body respond under
her, and bringing crazed whimpering from deep in her chest.



   "Unhhh!  Oh god, Laura . . .  you're . . .  worse than a man!  I didn't
know it would be like this!"



   "Worse than a man?" Laura laughed softly.  "Or better?"



   "God.  Way better!" Ashley laughed back.  "You really like to suck. 
Most of them just squeeze or lick.  I like to be sucked."



   "You found the right girl, honey," Laura said, immediately feasting
again on this delectable dark mound, drawing Ashley's stiffening, shiny
black nipple deep into her mouth and sucking it hard, feeling it grow
spongy and thick against her tongue.



   "Oh shit, you're going to make me come!  I come fast.  No kidding."
Ashley panted more rapidly.



   "Darling, you just go right ahead," Laura purred, dropping one hand
between Ashley's hard, sleek, black thighs, the thighs she had lusted after
so hungrily out on the sidewalk while watching her wash the car.



   If Ashley was going to come quickly, then so be it.  She had had those
who took a while, those who needed relaxation and concentration, and a few
like herself who simply boiled over like a pot on the stove, as Sara had
recently put it.  It was hard to tell which kind Ashley would be, but
already she was writhing and whimpering and twisting, as if an orgasm could
not be far off.



   By golly, honey, you're not going to come before I get a taste of this
little black pussy I was yearning for so much out there on the street,
Laura thought, diving lower.



   "Oh god . . .  oh fuck oh god . . ." Ashley panted, feeling Laura kiss
her heaving flat belly and the insides of her sleek, gorgeous thighs.



   "Just relax, honey," Laura cautioned her.  "I want your sweet black
pussy."



   Ashley giggled.  "You and about a thousand guys."



   "Right," Laura murmured, nestling between her spread thighs and parting
the glossy, wiry hairs of her bush to reveal more clearly the hot red seam
of wet flesh.  "Me and a thousand guys.  Only they don't know how to love
it the way I do."



   She proceeded to make love to Ashley's oozing pussy with all the skill
she had accumulated through the years, even though there was not time for
her to display much of it.  Ashley was very aroused, now whimpering and
twisting wildly, making it hard to keep one's hungry mouth on her inflamed
slit.  Her pussy was small and tight and very red inside, framed by
thickish black cunt lips, her clit a bright little marble at the top, which
Laura tongue-swiped eagerly, bringing choking little shudders of joy from
Ashley's lips.



   "Unh!  Ohhnnnggg!  Aiinnnggh!"



   "Oh, you have a pretty one, darling . . ." Laura cooed to her,
tongue-fucking her, then fingering her with two fingers while she kissed
her nubby little clit.



   She realized, as Ashley was twisting and mewling and clenching, that she
could probably get a whopper of a g-spot orgasm out of this girl, if only
she would try.  And if only things lasted long enough for her to actually
find the spot.  Ashley had said she came quickly, and indeed it certainly
looked like she was telling the truth.  The way her taut little naked body
surged and quivered under Laura's caresses seemed to betoken a very brief
build-up to the supreme moment.



   "Ohhh, don't come for Mama yet," she cooed to the girl, meanwhile
probing the inside front wall of Ashley's tight, squishy young pussy for
the secret trigger, and licking and sucking her cunt lips and her clit. 
"Mama wants to eat and eat and suck and suck your beautiful little pussy."



   "Oh!  Oh!" was all that Ashley could respond, thrashing and churning in
the rumpled sheets, her face contorted with the fierce pleasures Laura was
arousing in her taut body.



   Laura knew she would probably feel a little twitch or hitch in Ashley's
clenching flesh if she touched the magic button, and sure enough, when her
fingertips passed over a spongy little wet area she felt Ashley tense, and
gurgle.



   "Unnmmnnggg!"



   Oh honey, that's it!  she hummed to herself, immediately fastening her
lips on Ashley's swollen clit and rubbing the inside wall of her pussy
frantically.  It took only a couple of seconds for Ashley to tense up in a
sharp seizure, to wheeze and wail, and then to just about explode in a
firestorm of orgasmic spasms.



   "Anngghhieeemmnnggiiieee!" she cried out, her delicious dark body
leaping and surging off the bed in a cataclysm of coming, arching and
shuddering, twitching and clenching fiercely.  "Unngggunnnggguunnggg! 
Ahhnnggiieee!"



   It was not only quick, it was also very deep and intense, though it did
not last long.  It wrenched and throttled her, then released her just as
quickly as it had arrived, letting her fall back to the mattress, panting
and gasping and gurgling in the aftermath.



   "Oh shit!  Oh shit!" she gasped, breathless, her eyelids fluttering, her
eyes themselves throbbing and dilating as she gazed up at Laura in
wonderment.  "Did you really do that to me?" she panted softly.



   Laura had not moved.  Her fingers were still embedded in Ashley's wet,
pulsing cunt, and her lips were just an inch or so from the girl's clit,
which she had sucked into throbbing ecstasies.  Instead of answering, she
resumed her caresses aggressively, figuring that if the girl could come
that easily and quickly, there were probably more spasms where those had
come from.  Often a woman reached an orgasmic plateau from which she could
continue to come for several minutes, if helped along.



   And Laura was a good helper.  In seconds she had Ashley whimpering and
twisting again, though half in shock from disbelief.  The surprise showed
in her face, but she was not about to call off this thrilling bout of
fucking.  She began to gyrate her pelvis into Laura's probing hand and
sucking mouth, and in a few seconds more she was coming again, this time
not the sharp, explosive seizures she had had earlier but instead long,
slow, wrenching shocks that traveled through her body from one end to the
other, leaving her quivering and moaning and gasping for breath.



   "Ohhhnnnnnn . . .  annnggghhhhhhh!  Oh Laura ahhhnnnnnnnn! 
Umnnnunnnhhhh!"



   She was such a beautiful young thing while coming, while locked in the
raptures of her multiple ecstasies, that Laura could only take so much. 
She felt the urge to come herself growing so strongly in her that she now
swarmed up and all over Ashley's delicious black shuddering flesh, sucking
her bulbous, shiny black nipples again and clamping one sleek hard thigh in
her own thighs, pushing her wet, gaping, hungry pussy into the hard flesh,
rubbing and gasping and gurgling herself, maniacally horny and voracious,
unable to wait for an orgasm to accompany this amazing eruption of bliss
that Ashley was going through.



   "Aungghh!  Unnmmgghh!  Auggnnhh!" she grunted, climaxing herself in
sharp, thrilling jolts that shook her body violently.



   Ashley, still overcome herself by her second wave of orgasms, only
belatedly realized that Laura was coming too, slumped forward on her naked
body and twitching and groaning in a scalding, jolting surfeit of bliss. 
Her arms came up to clutch Laura, and Laura could feel the sweet caress of
her fingertips on the backs of her shoulders as the dying spasms of her
climax faded.



   They lay that way, not speaking, simply panting softly and regaining
their even breathing, for several minutes.  Finally, Laura rolled gently to
the side.  Ashley was smiling, as if a lolling happily in a warm bath.



   "Mmmmmmm!" she hummed, giving vent to her contentment and deep pleasure.



   Laura laughed softly, tenderly caressing Ashley's stunning naked body
with one fingertip.  "I take that to mean your `lesbian experience' was
satisfactory?"



   Ashley grinned even more broadly.  "You made me come twice."



   Laura just smiled.



   "I like to fuck," Ashley continued, "but I never came like that.  Ever."



   "Oh, you probably did.  You're just forgetting."



   "No.  Really." Ashley grew solemn.  "Really.  It was like an
earthquake."



   Laura embraced her and pushed her own naked body again into Ashley's. 
"Here, kiss me and rub this fantastic body against me and tell me how you
loved it."



   "I did.  I . . .  just came forever.  Can we do it again?"



   "Oh yes," Laura grinned.  "Again and again."



   "Let me get us some towels.  You . . .  eewwww!" Ashley grimaced,
touching her thigh.  "You sort of . . .  let go all over me.  I'm . . . 
wet.  My thigh is all wet."



   "I'm sorry," Laura laughed softly.  "I didn't mean to.  I just couldn't
help myself.  You are so sexy.  I just . . .  had to come quickly."



   Ashley tilted her head fetchingly, smiling with coquettish charm.  "I
have that effect on people, it seems.  You think this is bad," she pointed
to her shiny, black, beautifully shaped thigh, all wet with Laura's pussy
juices.  "I once did two guys at the same time, and they got a kick out of
squirting jizz all over me.  You should've seen it.  God, drenched?  I
looked like a cum painting or something.  It was all over me."



   "Two guys at once," Laura marveled.  "You are a very bold girl."



   Ashley pursed her lips.  "Not so much.  They were brothers.  Cute, too.
I couldn't help myself.  I told you I like to fuck."



   Laura couldn't help remembering Tonya, who of course had accomplished
even more, taking on five or six guys at once during a party.  But the
thought of two guys sandwiching this darling Ashley and spurting all over
her naked body was undeniably erotic.  She watched with delight as Ashley
hopped off the bed, her lovely little breasts bouncing, her coal-black
nipples gleaming, her `ghetto booty' swaying, and darted down the short
hallway to the linen closet for some towels.



   When she returned with an armful, she and Laura wiped up and stretched
out again, embracing easily, kissing warmly, but not yet hungrily.  "So,"
Laura prompted her, "tell me about yourself, Ashley.  Wherever did you
learn about the Hapsburg lip?  Are you a student up the hill at the
University?"



   Ashley grinned and nodded.  "But I'm in chemical engineering.  I just
learned about the Hapsburg lip in a freshman history course.  The math's
getting a little steep for me, though.  Thinking of switching to
sociology."



   Laura could not keep her hands off the girl's marvelous naked breasts,
which she kept caressing as they talked, massaging Ashley's thick, bulbous
black nipples with her fingers.  "And you just spend your leisure time
washing the car in your Daisy Dukes, trying to snag whatever prey you can
by waving your pretty ghetto booty at them?"



   Ashley smirked.  "Worked, didn't it?"



   "Is that how you got the brothers, too?"



   "Oh no," Ashley said.  "I met them in the history class.  Hapsburg lip,
remember?  Let's stop talking about all this and get back to it.  I think I
want more than one lesbian experience.  You are hot, Laura."



   "But isn't it a little dangerous?" Laura pressed her.  "I mean, not
everyone is a sweet, mild-mannered lesbian like me.  There are rapists. 
Murderers.  You know."



   Ashley shrugged.  "I can take care of myself.  I don't have to invite
them in."



   Laura could not keep her mouth off Ashley's naked breasts for long.  "I
just love to suck," she murmured.  "And you have such beautiful ones."



   Ashley let her suck.  She lay on her side and watched her plump black
nipples disappearing into Laura's mouth, first one, then the other.  "Oh
shit, you do that good!  It makes my pussy tingle and get all wet."



   "Mmmmm, mine too!" Laura grinned.



   "Don't you guys have those strap-on things that you can use for
fucking?" Ashley asked, now beginning to pant softly.



   "Well," Laura paused, "I don't just happen to carry one around with me
in my handbag." She made a face.  "If you want to wait while I run home and
get one . . ."



   "Oh god, no.  You're making me so horny."



   Laura returned to sucking.  Ashley's black, saliva-wet nipples were
thick, shiny black plums but tasted even better, chewy and pulpy.  Soon she
was twisting and gurgling.



   "You'll tell me if I'm doing it too hard, right?" Laura prompted her
softly.



   "You can . . .  never . . .  do it too hard . . .  for me . . ." Ashley
panted, holding her small breast in both hands as if to make sure that it
didn't slip out of Laura's mouth.  A minute more elapsed while she writhed
and mewled happily.  "You know . . ." she panted.  "I imagined that
lesbians put their pussies together.  Know what I mean?  Just like guys and
girls do."



   Laura slid up and kissed her smooth neck, then her mouth.  "That can be
arranged, my darling," Laura murmured softly.  "Would you like to do that?"



   Ashley nodded, before her eyes rolled up again in a sweet surfeit of
bliss as Laura continued to suck her delicious wet nipples and squeeze her
small, firm breasts.  "Unnnnunnn . . .  oh shit, Laura, that feel so good!
Suck harder!"



   Laura did, because she could never get enough.  Anyway, this girl has
such a lovely, delectable little body.  I just want to devour every inch of
her!  she thought.  Ashley, my sweet, I'm going to take this lovely little
body to heaven again.  Right now.



   And she quite imperceptibly began to turn up the heat even further,
swarming all over Ashley, pressing her own naked breasts into the girl's
smooth dark flesh, siphoning up Ashley's breasts, sucking big chunks of
them into her mouth now, her hands racing over Ashley's squirming body,
then darting between her thighs, to check the warm wetness there, which she
immediately verified.  She's ready for the next step, Laura thought.  Oh
honey . . .  I can't wait to feel your pussy against mine!



   Ashley was already on her back, with Laura swarming over her, and so it
was no difficulty to maneuver their groins together.  Laura slid one leg
under one of Ashley's and sat up vertically, reaching down to brush aside
their moist crotch hairs and facilitate a more intimate union.  Ashley had
a thick bush, Laura's not so thick, and so a few seconds' fluffing with her
fingers exposed both of their wet cunts.  Laura slid forward, pushing them
together.



   "Oh . . .  oh shit!" Ashley gasped, slightly arching her back as the
sweet sensation of Laura's warm, soupy pussy pushing against hers filled
her body.



   Laura, equally thrilled, didn't move for a few seconds, letting both of
them enjoy the pure pleasure of this intimate contact.  Ashley's pussy was
also warm and slippery and gooey against hers, and the look on the girl's
face was priceless, a half-swoon of delicious ecstasy.



   "You like that?" she murmured, holding Ashley's hot, throbbing eyes with
her own.



   Unable to speak, Ashley nodded, biting her full lower lip.  She
responded in kind as Laura began gently to undulate her hips and rock their
touching groins together in rhythm.  "Are . . .  we going to come this
way?" she finally asked in a hushed, clotted voice.



   "We might," Laura smiled.  "Do you feel it?"



   Ashley shook her head.  "Not yet." She paused, and her dark eyes went
all swirly.  "I like it, though."



   "Just do this . . .  with me . . ." Laura panted softly, swirling her
pelvis and guiding Ashley slowly into a good, even rhythm of fucking, a
little more vigorous than they had been doing previously.  They continued
this way for a few minutes.  "How does that feel?" she inquired softly.



   Ashley gulped, as if at first unable to speak.  Then she smiled.  "God .
. .  it's great.  But I don't think I can come this way.  I need it fast
and hard."



   "That too can be arranged," Laura smiled back at her.



   Almost immediately she picked up the pace.  She knew that even being
fucked harder and faster this way might not bring Ashley to her climax,
since some women never could make it all the way by this method; but it was
surely worth a try, before turning to another avenue.  Laura, already
perpendicular to the supine Ashley, bent forward even more over her and
began to grind and pump her wet pussy into Ashley's with fierce, churning
abandon.



   In truth, this was not difficult for her since she was beginning to be
consumed by a hot, crackling hunger for the girl's lovely young body that
exceeded even the sharp desire she had felt for her before they had done it
the first time.  Something about fucking Ashley just seemed to get better
and better, and she threw herself into it now, having almost been invited
to do so by the enchanting young thing, with a wanton sexual fire she had
earlier restrained.



   "Unh . . .  unh!" Ashley began grunting softly, squirming under her as
Laura began a passionate love assault.



   She pumped her hard while running her hands over Ashley's delectable
small breasts, squeezing them, pinching Ashley's deeply black, thick,
bulbous nipples, leaning down at intervals to savagely kiss her mouth and
suck her lips, and bite her smooth black neck, churning, pumping, churning,
grinding.  All the while Ashley was whimpering and writhing under her,
pumping back, as much as she could, to meet Laura's sharp thrusts.



   "Oh!  Unhhh!  Unngghhh!  Oh . . .  shit . . .  Laura . . ." she gasped,
her eyes opening wide with sexual shock and flashing lust.



   "Ashley . . .  you're beautiful . . ." Laura panted to her, pumping
wildly.  "Ashley . . .  I love to . . .  fuck you . . ."



   "Unh!  Ungghhhh!  Ohnnggg!  Yes!"



   Again they did not speak for hot seconds, their silence punctuated by
their harsh breathing and wild squirming, as well as Ashley's low moans and
Laura's grunting passion.  Then, Laura broke through.



   "Are you going to come?"



   "I . . .  I don't know," Ashley gasped.



   Laura smiled.  "I do."



   In a fluid motion, she briefly disengaged their crotches, first leaning
forward and crushing Ashley's squirming body under her, mashing their
breast together and devouring her face with hungry kisses, then her neck,
her shoulders, her nipples.  But very soon she was sliding down Ashley's
body to her pussy, sliding three fingers into her wet, goopey slot, fucking
her hard with her hand while also licking and sucking her clit, a hot,
unbridled frenzy of lust that quickly had Ashley whooping and arcing and
quivering with incipient sexual spasms.



   "Ahhiieee!  Oh god!  Unggghh!  Aiieeee!" Ashley squealed and thrashed
under Laura's attack, whooping and gasping.  "Ooohhhhh!  Oh!"



   Hearing her moan and whimper and seeing her twist and writhe only turned
Laura into a redoubled hot whirlwind of maniacal lust.  She was all over
Ashley, pumping her frantically, hand-fucking her, nipping her inner
thighs, sliding up to suck her stiff black nipples, descending again to
suck her clit, until Ashley began to shake and shudder and rise up stiffly
off the bed in a fierce spasm of sexual release.



   "Auunggghhhh!" she roared, her sweet, sassy little voice suddenly
shattered and throttled by a violent uprush of crippling ecstasy. 
"Auunngghhhh!  Oh!  Oh!  Mnnnggeeee!"



   Her delicious small body flipped, then rose up again, flipped again,
before she fell squirming and groaning back to the sheet, her flesh still
quivering from the aftershocks of a shocking and powerful orgasm.



   "Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhh!"



   Laura smiled but did not move.  Let her feel it.  Let her feel all of
it, she told herself.  Let it play itself out.  She came hard that time. 
Almost harder than the first time.



   After a minute or so had passed, Ashley blinked.  Her breathing was
quickly returning to normal.  She raised her head briefly off the mattress
before letting it plop back.  "You know," she said hoarsely, "some guys
have fucked me hard.  But nobody ever did it like that." She turner her
head to squint at Laura.  "Why did you do that?"



   Laura's face fell in mock dismay.  "You didn't like it."



   Ashley quickly beamed.  "God, I think it turned me into a lesbian
forever!" She gulped and paused to consider it.  "Now I'll have to give in
to all those girls who look like Elvis.  Do you think they do it as hard as
you do it?"



   "I wouldn't know," Laura purred, kissing her gleaming black shoulder. 
"But I'll be happy to give you an encore, whenever you like."



   "You mean whenever your wife isn't looking?" Ashley prodded impishly.



   Laura nodded.  She glanced at the clock radio on the bedstand.  "But now
. . .  I've got to be going.  I've got to get home and feed the poor cats,
who've been starving while you and I take our little perverted pleasures."



   But Ashley would not let her go.  She grabbed Laura and pushed her naked
body into Laura's, kissing her.  "Not until I get another little come out
of you," she murmured, kissing Laura's neck, squeezing her breasts.  "I
like this.  And you didn't get to come when I did, just then."



   A soft grin of assent spread across Laura's face.  "I guess I could stay
a little longer.  What did you have in mind?"



   "I never thought I'd say this," Ashley grinned, "but I think now that
I'm a lesbian I feel like licking your pretty pink pussy until you come. 
Can you come that way?"



   "Oh yes," Laura smiled.  "I can."



   "Good," Ashley gently pushed her onto her back and helped to ease
Laura's thighs open with one hand.  She began kissing her way down Laura's
body.  "You just lie back and let me practice on you until I get it
perfect."



   "You're already just about perfect," Laura sighed to her as she
stretched out and prepared to quickly die of pleasure.































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