                              
     Chapter 254
     
     
     
     
     Laura lay flat on her back, looking up.  Only inches
above her face swayed the dark, round balls of Brenda's
wonderful naked breasts, her nipples thick and black and
bulbous and glimmering, slowly moving closer, until they
brushed Laura's lips as Brenda playfully moved them across
Laura's face.  Laura chased them with her mouth but did not
raise her hands to them, enjoying the game, feeling her
pussy throb as the smooth, round globes grazed her cheeks,
her nose, her lips.
     
     Brenda's were among the biggest nipples Laura had ever
seen, huge and mouthwatering, soft, with large, puffy
areolas and thick jutting center stems.  Or maybe they only
looked that way since she was dangling her breasts in
Laura's face, and so her nipples were extra swollen.  In
your mouth they were like ripe fruit, at first silky and
pulpy, the consistency of tender plums, but as you tongued
and sucked them, they grew firmer and swelled, stiffening
palpably, until finally they were wet and rubbery and chewy,
the centers now pushing up about half an inch above the
wrinkled cones.
     
     And when you had a mouthful of one, your mouth was
really full.  Brenda made a long, low `whooooshhhhh' sound,
whistling air between her teeth, as Laura finally caught one
and drew it between her lips.
     
     "Oh!  Yes!"
     
     Her face was actually poised over Laura's breasts,
since their bodies were reversed, a position Laura had
taught her, in which they could suck and fondle each other
at the same time.  Brenda loved this and insisted on it each
time she and Laura came together.  But at the moment the
sensations Laura's mouth and tongue were causing in her
nipple had made it impossible for her to do anything but
close her eyes and clench her teeth and moan.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnnn . . . god, yes!  Ohhnnnnnnn!"
     
     Laura released the slippery, shiny wet nipple from her
mouth momentarily.  "Feel good?"
     
     "Oh god, yes!  Nobody's ever sucked them the way you
do.  Sometimes I think I could come."
     
     "You probably could.  Want to try?"
     
     Brenda shook her head, almost disappointing Laura, in a
way.  "I've already got a way planned to do that."
     
     "There's more than one way," Laura breathed, sucking
the huge, succulent black plum back into her mouth, after
swirling her tongue all around the wet, stippled areola
first.
     
     "Unhhhhh!"
     
     "See . . . you like that," Laura teased her between
sharp sucks.  "I'll bet you'd like me to do the other one
the same way."
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     Now Laura raised both hands to these beautiful,
dangling black melons and cradled them in her upturned
palms, brushing her thumbs across the nipples, one still
soft and silky, the other now tight, erect, wrinkled and
rubbery and damp with her own saliva.  This woman is a
masterpiece, she thought to herself.  What a beautiful
woman.  What beautiful breasts.  I want to swallow them.
     
     She could not believe her good fortune.  Brenda had
called her just before she got off work.  Her husband was
going to a basketball game.  She had been trying to keep
Laura out of her mind, without success.  Laura had risked
bringing her home, and they had seen the Gibson's leaving
for dinner just as they were entering the building.  By now
the Gibson's were used to seeing Laura in the company of one
ravishing black woman after another, and they merely nodded
with resigned forbearance.
     
     Laura guided the large, mouthwatering nipple she had
not yet sucked between her lips.  "Mmmm, this one I'm going
to give the double treatment," she murmured, curling her
tongue around the soft bud as it entered her mouth.
     
     She could feel the consistency of Brenda's soft nipple
change almost immediately against her tongue.  It grew
somehow thicker, tougher, and more pointed.  The center rose
out of the surrounding erectile tissue, and Laura sucked
harder.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhhh!" Brenda gasped, shifting her weight on
her hands, which pushed flat into the mattress on either
side of Laura's upper arms.  "Oh god . . . you're doing it
again . . . you're making me want to come."
     
     "Of course you want to come, darling," Laura purred.
"I don't want you to come.  I just want to suck these
beautiful breasts forever.  Forever and ever.  Please don't
come yet."
     
     "Oh Laura!"
     
     With a throaty laugh, Brenda gathered whatever energy
was still available to her and forcibly rolled Laura over,
so that she herself landed on her back this time, with Laura
on top, dangling her breasts in Brenda's face now.  Laura's
bed was so large that there was plenty of room for such a
maneuver, which took Laura completely by surprise.  She
grinned down at Brenda.
     
     "You cheated," she laughed.
     
     "Oh no," Brenda grinned, filling her own black hands
with Laura's creamy white breasts, pinching Laura's nipples
gently between her thumbs and forefingers.  "I get my chance
too.  You don't get to have all the fun."
     
     She pulled one of Laura's nipples into her own mouth
and began sucking it almost as vigorously as Laura had
sucked hers, digging her fingers into the flesh of Laura's
small breast, making Laura throw back her head and whimper.
But unlike Brenda, she still retained enough self-control to
get back to business, and she sucked in a deep breath and
dropped her lips again to Brenda's large globes, so firm
that they only yawed a little to the sides but did not
slacken out even though she was now on her back.
     
     She knew how Brenda felt, for as the girl hungrily
sucked her nipples, she could feel a hot, insistent pulsing
begin to grow inside her own flowing pussy.  It was a rare
woman who could come this way-Ada, Karen-but Laura had done
it herself and now wondered more than ever if Brenda could.
They were whipping one another into such a frenzy of sexual
excitement this way that she would not be surprised if
either or both of them came.
     
     She supported herself with one arm and used her free
hand to love-maul Brenda's beautiful large breasts while she
sucked them.  But Brenda, on her back, needed no support and
used both hands on Laura's, squeezing them, twisting them,
pulling Laura's nipples.
     
     "Oh god," Laura panted.  "You're . . . getting me so
aroused.  You're making me want to come too."
     
     "Mmmm . . . not yet," Brenda panted, making obscene,
comical lip-smacking noises as she slurped Laura's taut,
throbbing nipples.  "I want more."
     
     "Me too . . . I can't get enough of you."
     
     Their breasts and nipples were now shiny with warm
spittle, and throbbing with heat, their nipples erect and
aching, their breath short, their hips squirming
uncontrollably.  For another minute, without speaking, just
panting and gasping and sucking thirstily, they brought each
other to a state of frothing, squirming desperation.
     
     "Unhhhh!  Oh . . . oh god, Laura . . ." Brenda gasped,
coming up momentarily for air, watching Laura hungrily
devour one of her wet, pointing nipples.
     
     "Yes honey . . . yes honey!" Laura gasped, feeling a
quick spasm shake her own body as Brenda again sucked one of
her own deep inside her mouth.
     
     Suddenly, Brenda's hands were on her shoulders, pushing
her up, pushing Laura's mouth away from her wet breasts.
Her eyes, glazed and reddened, full of fiery desperation,
caught Laura's.
     
     "Do it," she panted, pushing Laura down, down toward
her crotch.  "Do it . . . I can't wait.  I need you to do
it."
     
     The situation was a little comical since Laura and
Brenda were looking at each other upside down, but the
message was unmistakable.
     
     Laura smirked at her.  "You were on a roll.  I know you
could do it."
     
     Brenda's murky black eyes seemed to show scintillating
flashes of electrical fire, like tiny lightning bolts going
off within her eyeballs.  Fuck me, Laura, she said with her
lips, but making no sound.  Fuck me.
     
     "You . . . know what I want," her voice quavered, and
her hands pushed on Laura's shoulders even more insistently.
     
     Laura smoothly reversed her position as Brenda watched,
their eyes never unlocking.  Laura continued fondling her
magnificent breasts and damp, erect nipples with one hand
while lowering her other between Brenda's thighs.
     
     "I want these . . ." she murmured.  "I still want
them."
     
     Brenda nodded ambiguously, her eyes glazed and
throbbing, as if to say that Laura could have anything,
anything at all.  God, I wonder if I could suck them and
fist her at the same time, Laura thought.  A sharp shiver of
sexual excitement gripped her whole body at the mere
thought.
     
     Laura was fiercely aroused, but she knew by watching
Brenda that Brenda was completely overwhelmed by sexual
need, her body quivering, her eyes pleading, her cunt
inflamed and runny and open to Laura's fingers.  She's going
to come like I did, before I can even get it in, Laura
thought, looking down at the marvelous, juicy, black-lipped
cleft of Brenda's fleshy wet pussy.
     
     "Ohhnnnn!" Brenda moaned, looking down her sleek,
undulating body at Laura's hand between her thighs.  "Oh
yes!  Please . . . Laura!"
     
     Gently massaging her slippery cunt lips, Laura leaned
forward to kiss her.  And even though they were both
consumed by a desperately urgent need, their kiss was
remarkably slow and romantic and tender, until it suddenly
became more demanding and aggressive.  By the time their
mouths again came apart, Brenda was in a delirium of crazy
fuck need, bucking her hips, grabbing and twisting her own
erect nipples.
     
     "Oh . . . oh please!" she whimpered to Laura.  "Please,
Laura!"
     
     "Yes . . . yes . . ." Laura purred to her, now bunching
her fingers together and sliding them up into Brenda's very
warm and greasy slit.
     
     It was so well-lubricated that her hand slid in with
very little effort.
     
     "Auunngghhh!" Brenda groaned, her eyes rolling up, her
upper body arching, her breasts shaking, as the sweet,
intense sensations gripped her.
     
     From the expression of sublime sexual transport that
she saw pass across Brenda's beautiful face at this instant,
Laura knew that a crushing climax was only seconds away.
And yet both of them went into a kind of slow motion at this
point, welded together by the piercing intimacy that, for
Laura at least (and she thought, seeing her eyes, for Brenda
too), usually accompanied fist-fucking.  With her hand
buried up to the wrist in Brenda's sweet, tight pussy, and
the bottom part of her forearm pushing relentlessly against
the girl's throbbing clit each time she moved, Laura gazed
deep into Brenda's eyes, feeling their two bodies melt and
flow together in a slow, unfolding rhythm of fucking.
Brenda's pelvis moved and swirled in a fluid, rocking
motion, while Laura's hand slid in and out of her pussy,
though not very far either way, since it was tightly clamped
by the spongy walls of Brenda's very tight cunt.
     
     Because she had long arms, Laura found it fairly easy
to lean forward and lower her mouth again to the girl's
enchanting breasts, sucking Brenda's nipples, at first
tentatively again, but then, as Brenda began to churn and
whimper more hysterically at the approach of her climax,
more and more hungrily.  As she gasped and whimpered and
squirmed, Brenda's breasts rolled around more vigorously,
and with her free hand Laura held one, sucking Brenda's
plump, thick nipple deeply, feeling Brenda bear down on the
hand that Laura had embedded in her flooding pussy, feeling
her pump, feeling her hips shudder.  Oh god, she's going to
come!  Right now!
     
     "Oh!  Angghh!  Unnnngghiiiieeeee!" Brenda suddenly
exploded, her body flipping up, a sharp, athletic jerk into
the air, like that of a gymnast, as the first jolt of a
shattering orgasm struck her.
     
     "Oh yes, baby . . . oh yes, baby . . ." Laura panted,
still licking her wet black nipple between the words,
quickly moving over to the other one, now fucking Brenda
harder, more deliberately, with her hand while sucking
Brenda's other nipple just as sharply.
     
     "Unnnngghiiiieeeee!" Brenda came again, wild, exuberant
cries flowing from her lungs.
     
     This time she did not jackknife off the bed as before,
but her body stiffened and strained under Laura, then broke
into wild undulations that had the effect of letting her
fuck herself on Laura's wrist as Laura held her arm steady
and waited for the fierce spasms to subside.  By now she had
released Brenda's nipple from her mouth and was tenderly
kissing it and the rest of the girl's beautifully formed
upper body as Brenda quivered through the remnants of her
powerful release, cooing and moaning, her pelvis still
shaking from aftershocks.
     
     This slow aftermath took about five minutes to play
itself out.  During this period, Laura left her hand inside
Brenda's pussy, almost afraid to remove it for fear of
disrupting the girl's supreme experience.  But finally,
after a sweet, throbbing eternity of pleasure, Brenda
drifted out of her trance and blinked at Laura.
     
     "How can you do it better every time?" she asked,
softly.  "How can I live without you, Laura?"
     
     Laura, extracting her hand gently, wiping it off on a
corner of the sheet, smiled tenderly.  "I don't think it was
any better than last time.  You just can't remember how good
it was then.  Anyway," she smiled, "you don't have to live
without me."
     
     "Mmmmm," Brenda pushed her onto her back.  "I better
make sure."
     
     They kissed, a long, emotional kiss this time, longer
and more moving than anything they had done so far.
     
     "I'm getting attached to you," Brenda whispered.
     
     "The feeling is mutual."
     
     Brenda's eyes glowed partially from the climax she had
just had and partially with hot desire for Laura.  She began
to kiss and caress Laura's body with patient and self-
indulgent sensuality, until Laura was trembling
involuntarily.  Oh god, it's going to be like the first
time! Laura panicked.  I won't make it past the first touch
of her hand.  I feel like I'm going to come already!
     
     "Ohhhhhh . . . Brenda," she sighed, twisting, looking
down at Brenda's sensual lips on her nipples again, tugging
them, filling them with fire which spread throughout her
breasts and then the rest of her body.  "I think . . . I'm
going to come too fast."
     
     Brenda grinned up at her, a self-satisfied smirk
spreading across her beautiful face.  "I'm so glad I have
that effect on you," she purred.
     
     Laura nodded.  "You do.  Please . . . do it."
     
     Brenda raised her hand, looking at it, watching Laura
look at it.  Laura nodded.
     
     Without speaking, Brenda slid between Laura's yawning
thighs and with her fingers pulled open Laura's wet, swollen
pussy lips.  Laura's cunt was already oozing and pulsing
wildly, and the merest touch of Brenda's fingers on the
edges of it made her whimper and gasp.
     
     "Oh yes!  Unhhhh!  Oh . . . please!"
     
     Suddenly Brenda had become very solemn and serious, and
it occurred to Laura with a flash of insight that she
herself was the only one Brenda had ever done this to, and
that it appeared to fill her with the same almost ethereal
feeling of intimacy that Laura experienced when doing it.
Even though she had trained her younger sister Mavis to fist-
fuck her for years before either of them met Laura, she had
never done it to Mavis.  Her hand was a little bigger than
either Laura's or Mavis's, and she had not dared until Laura
had begged her.
     
     Now, as if she were inserting her fingers into some
holy vessel, she stared intently at Laura's pussy and began
pushing her hand slowly into it.  Laura held her breath and
gnawed her lower lip.  As usual, Brenda's dark skin aroused
her mysteriously, and the sight of the girl's sleek, black
forearm between her pale thighs was somehow sexually
electrifying.  Brenda's hand was bigger than some, but
somehow it felt terrific while sliding into her, stretching
her, filling her, cramming her, making her breath quicken.
Brenda glanced up to catch her eyes, and a hot, crackling
current of sexual electricity flowed like a supercharged
light beam between them.
     
     Oh Brenda, god, you're making me fall in love with you!
Laura thought, though in some part of her mind she knew it
was true only in a provisional sense.  It was a physical
love, not the kind of long-term glow and hot, throbbing need
she felt for Dawn, but not any less genuine, a sharp,
piercing, thrilling feeling that spread through her body and
her mind as Brenda's hand slipped completely, finally, into
her body, into her pussy, and she began to vibrate like an
incandescent wire.
     
     "Ungghh!" she gagged softly as it finally slipped
inside.  "Oh . . . god!"
     
     "Does it hurt?" Brenda asked, her voice hushed, very
concerned.
     
     "Oh no.  Oh god!"
     
     Frantically, her body quickly filling to the bursting
point with liquid fire, Laura realized she was thankful she
had spotted the Gibsons leaving, for she knew she was going
to be screaming in seconds, and nothing, absolutely nothing,
could stop her.
     
     "Oh Brenda!"
     
     Brenda smiled, her eyes filling with love for Laura
too, exactly the same kind of feeling Laura herself had been
feeling just seconds ago.  Laura didn't know how she knew,
she just knew it.
     
     Her body pulsed and ran with flame.  Breathing heavily,
rapidly, she fell back, instinctively thrusting her pelvis
up and forward into Brenda's hand, feeling it run even
deeper into the wet, clasping furrow of her aching pussy.
Brenda cooperated by moving her arm in a steady but forceful
movement, pushing her hand deep into Laura's pussy as Laura
more and more maniacally ground her cunt down on her wrist,
now whooping softly and grimacing in a delirium of shocking
sexual hunger.
     
     "Oh yes!  Oh yes!"
     
     Suddenly, Laura was coming, without any warning, an
overpowering, rupturing jolt wrenching her whole body,
followed by a feeling like molten lead flowing through every
clenching vein.
     
     "Oh Jesus!  AUUNNGGHHAAIIIINNMMGGNNEEEE!" she wailed,
her shrieks rising through the room with such piercing
intensity that Brenda, concerned, leaned over and pulled a
pillow close to Laura's face, gently guiding Laura's head to
the side so that her next shriek was muffled by it.
"Mmmnngggnnngggiiieee!" Laura screamed into the pillow, her
body jerking and flipping, riding Brenda's hand, still
embedded deep in her pussy, as wave after wave of an
excruciating orgasm wracked her.
     
     It was a debilitating climax that left her limp and
weak, moaning and trembling, long after the last faint
feathery spasms had died away.  And it had been a killer not
because Brenda was fisting her especially hard, but because
Laura had driven her own cunt down crazily onto Brenda's
hand, wildly and maniacally raping herself on it until the
world had opened up and swallowed her.  It had been a moment
of wild sexual abandon intense enough to shock them both as
they looked back on it.
     
     When Brenda had removed and cleaned off her hand, she
snuggled next to Laura.
     
     "Are you okay?"
     
     Laura sighed and stretched, smiling warmly at her.  "I
died and came back to life," she whispered, half-hoarse.
     
     "You sure did.  I know the feeling."  Brenda looked
away, embarrassed.  "It's why I . . . can't get you out of
my mind.  Why I called you."
     
     She stretched out next to Laura, pressing the full
length of their naked bodies together, and now they kissed
slowly, meaningfully, knowing that the firestorm was behind
them and now they could indulge themselves in more patient,
slow, and sensual fucking.  It was another hour before they
tore themselves apart and Laura walked Brenda down to her
car.
     
     "You still corrupting my baby sister?" Brenda teased
her in their way down in the elevator.
     
     This was an especially pointed tease since both knew
that Brenda had been screwing her younger sister for years
before either one had met Laura, and on top of that they
knew that Mavis had actually seduced Brenda, instead of the
other way around.  Just as she had also seduced Laura.
     
     "I see her from time to time," Laura said,
noncommittally.  She gave Brenda a kittenish grin.  "I know
it looks bad, but I can't really swear who is corrupting
whom."
     
     They went out of the foyer onto the sidewalk, walking
slowly.  It was already past twilight, almost dark, and
Laura, as if to seal the wonder of their sexual encounter
upstairs, desperately wanted to hold Brenda's hand, and to
kiss her impulsively, heatedly, but did not dare here on the
street, in public.  She could feel Brenda's body almost
yearning toward hers, as if Brenda were feeling the same
thing.
     
     "I loved it," Laura said, gazing deep into her eyes.
     
     "I did too, Laura.  I'm getting so I can't live without
it."
     
     At that moment, over Brenda's shoulder, Laura saw a
figure lurking by the hedge than ran along the sidewalk,
about twenty yards beyond them.  Something about the person
caught her attention, even though in the semi-darkness she
could not tell what.  Then she recognized it: the jacket!
It was the huge hooded parka that Charise often wore.  The
girl usually half-disappeared inside of it, and this time
was no different.  Charise was so black that you could not
see her in the darkness, only the jacket.
     
     "Oh!" Laura said, as if startled.
     
     Brenda saw her looking and whipped her own head around.
"What?  What is it?"
     
     "Oh . . . I think it's someone I know.  Wait here just
a second.  I'll be right back."
     
     But as soon as Laura began walking toward the figure
she was now certain was Charise, Charise turned her back and
began slowly to walk away.
     
     "Charise," Laura raised her voice, softly though,
trying not to call attention to them, even though there were
few people on the streets.
     
     Charise kept walking, not looking back.  Oh shit, Laura
thought.  What am I going to do?  I have to see her . . . I
have to stop her.  What is she doing here?  Is she upset
about Brenda and me?
     
     Desperately, she glanced back at Brenda, who was
patiently waiting.  Quickly, Laura retraced her steps.
     
     "Look . . . I have to follow her.  She's . . . in
trouble."
     
     Brenda raised a skeptical eyebrow.  "Trouble?"  Then
she grinned.  "After what we did, I'm surprised you have
anything left, Laura.  You are one horny little white girl."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "It's not that."  She tried to
look very serious and honest, which at the moment in fact
she was.  She might want to make love to Charise, her
darling Inky, but at this instant she was truly worried
about her.  "It really isn't.  She's pregnant.  I think she
may need my help."
     
     "Preggo?  Well, at least we know you didn't get her in
that kind of trouble," Brenda cracked.  She leaned forward
and pecked Laura on the cheek.  "Go after her.  Don't let
her get away.  I'll call you in a few weeks."
     
     "God, I hope so," Laura smiled.  "I died."
     
     "Me too," Brenda smiled back, turning toward her car.
     
     Immediately, Laura took off after Charise.
     
     She caught up with her at the intersection, where
Charise was waiting obediently for the red light to change.
     
     "Hey there, kiddo . . ." Laura said, trying to sound
chipper, standing with her as if also waiting to cross.
"What a surprise.  Did you just happen to be in the
neighborhood?"
     
     Charise did not look at her but kept staring straight
ahead.  The light, after a painful silence and a wait that
seemed to take forever, finally changed to green, and
Charise began to step off the curb.  Laura put her hand on
the girl's arm to dissuade her.
     
     "Don't go.  Please.  Come over here and talk to me."
     
     Charise's eyes were glistening with unspilled tears as
she turned her face to Laura.
     
     "Oh, Charise!  What's the matter?  Is it Brenda?  She's
only a . . . friend.  Really."
     
     Charise sniffled and shook her head.  Laura drew her
back from the curb, tugging her over near the mailbox on the
corner.  She put her hand under the girl's chin, forcing her
face up, forcing her to meet Laura's eyes.
     
     "I'm so glad to see you!"
     
     Charise smiled, her eyes still jeweled with tears, one
of which, as the muscles of her cheeks swept upward in a
sheepish grin, suddenly spilled over the edge and rolled, a
large, translucent droplet, down her black cheek.  Laura
brushed it tenderly away with her fingers.
     
     "I know you got friends," Charise said, shyly.  "Just .
. . wanted to see you, that's all.  I was feeling . . . oh,
I don't know, weird . . . lonely.  I feel pretty weird these
days.  I never feel that way when I'm with you."
     
     "Oh darling . . ."  Laura took her elbow and steered
her back in the opposite direction, toward the apartment
house.  "You are going to come up with me right now and have
a cup of tea.  I insist.  And I want you to tell me all
about it.  Is everything okay?  I mean, does your mother
know where you are?  Will she be worried?"
     
     Charise sniffled again as they entered the foyer of
Laura's building.  "She part of the problem," she said.
     
     Oh god, Laura thought.  Here we go.  This poor thing!
I adore her.  Here she is, impregnated by some teenaged
Romeo, hectored by her mother, craved and fucked senseless
by this white woman, me, just knocked from pillar to post by
everyone else's needs.
     
     As they entered her apartment, Laura took a deep
breath, confident at least that this time she would escape
without guilt.  She was thoroughly satiated after her couple
of hours in bed with Brenda.  God, nothing could top that,
she thought.  Not even nuzzling this sweet girl's exquisite
black pussy.  I think I could do without sex now for days.
     
     And at this moment, at least, Charise did not inspire
any erotic feelings anyway.  She was totally enveloped
within the large parka, looking thin and small and shy and
insubstantial, her body largely concealed under a floppy
sweater and loose brown pants.  Indeed, she looked like a
fragile, frightened, forlorn little pregnant teenager, Laura
realized, glimpsing for the first time the swelling below
Charise's waist.  Laura remembered the little basketball
Jonelle had been carrying around.  Charise's was currently
more the size of a child's basketball, not full regulation
size yet, but on the way.
     
     True, when Laura helped her slip out of the parka she
was reminded of the special sexual appeal Charise had always
had for her.  The hood came down, and Charise's enchanting
coal-black bangs became visible, skirting her gleaming black
high forehead, bangs that always, for some reason, made a
small, deep pulse jump up alive in Laura's cunt.  How can
you get sexually aroused by bangs? she frequently wondered;
but she did, and even though she and Brenda had sexually
exhausted one another, she could still feel the familiar
little fluttering deep inside her pussy.

     Charise was also very black, deeply black-something
else that unaccountably always especially aroused Laura-with
phenomenally smooth, velvety skin, skin that made you just
melt with awe and desire to kiss it, to caress it.  She also
had a half-adolescent's, half-woman's body that was
infinitely alluring to Laura: narrow hips, but a full
bottom, slender waist and upper body, but full, opulent
woman's breasts.
     
     Now . . . I'm not going to think that way, Laura told
herself, turning her back on the girl and placing both palms
flat on the tiled work area beside the kitchen sink, taking
a few deep breaths.  Brenda and I fucked like two blazing
fiends in there for a couple of hours, and I certainly don't
need any more screwing.  Especially not with this sweet,
poor, pregnant girl, who needs my comfort and company.  She
doesn't need me pawing all over her, and trying to take off
her clothes.  I love her.  I adore her.  Love has its
responsibilities.  Get control of yourself, Laura.
     
     Charise appeared to be patiently waiting for her to get
over whatever spell had temporarily stricken her as Laura
finally turned back.  She smiled her crinkly-nosed pixie
smile.  She was remarkably . . . `un-pretty,' Laura decided
to phrase it, with a flat, large nose and a wide mouth
(Laura recalled how ugly Kendra had thought she was), but to
Laura she was angelically lovely, especially when she smiled
and bright, happy light seemed to stream out of all her
pores in your direction.
     
     "You okay?" she asked Laura.
     
     "I . . . am . . . wonderful," Laura smiled.  "I am so
glad to see you."
     
     "I don't like tea much.  Got any soda?"
     
     "I'll bet I do."
     
     Laura went to the refrigerator and got out a coke for
both of them.
     
     "Are you hungry?  I could fix you dinner."
     
     Charise shook her head.  "Already ate."  Then she
grinned mischievously.  "You could say I'm hungry . . .
though."
     
     Uh oh, Laura thought, feeling her plans slide.  But
then Charise frowned and grew immediately glum and
depressed, looking down.
     
     "You probably wore yourself out with that . . . tight-
looking girl you were coming out the building with, right?"
She looked up innocently.   "You do her?"
     
     "No . . . I didn't do her," Laura lied, almost too
quickly.  "I don't do everybody, you know.  She's a friend.
We were talking about her husband.  She's married."
     
     "Yeah, right," Charise's eyes sparkled.
     
     "She is.  She really is."
     
     "Don't mean you weren't doing her."
     
     Laura changed the subject.  They were sitting at her
kitchen table, sipping coke from their cans.  "Tell me how
things have been going . . . you know, with . . ."
     
     She gestured with one hand toward Charise's bulging
womb.  Charise gave her the pixie smile first, then grew
impish again.
     
     "Call me `darling Inky' first.  I came all the way here
just to hear you call me that.  It just makes me so happy .
. . and my life will be all right for a while after I hear
you say it."
     
     Laura was seriously moved.  She reached across the
small table and caressed Charise's impossibly smooth black
cheek with the backs of two fingers, a touch of very deep
tenderness.
     
     "My darling Inky," she whispered, staring deeply into
Charise's eyes, "I adore you and I am so glad to see you.  I
will say it as many times as you want me to."
     
     "One more."
     
     "My darling, darling Inky," Laura said evenly, letting
her hand caress Charise's ear, and then her lovely neck.
     
     If we don't stop this, I'm going to want to do
everything to her, Laura realized.  It's going against
everything I wanted to be with her, all the self-control I
was going to show.
     
     "Okay . . . now," Laura took a deep breath.  "My
darling Inky, tell me about the . . . you know . . . the
little basketball."
     
     Charise grinned.
     
     "Do you mind if I call it that?"
     
     She shook her head.  "It kind of feels like that, too."
     
     "How far along are you?"
     
     "Doctor says about five months.  Maybe four and a
half."
     
     Laura looked glum.  "Too late to do anything, I guess."
     
     Charise shot her a knowing glance.  "You as bad as my
boyfriend Jason.  He don't want to `do anything' either."
     
     Laura pursed her lips.  "I meant to do anything about
it.  Is Jason the father?"
     
     Charise nodded.  "I'm starting to feel like nobody
wants me enough to do it any more, now that I got this thing
I'm carrying."
     
     "Now now, you know how foolish it is to think that
way," Laura said, sounding preachy and smarmy to herself.
She scooted her chair around the kitchen table to bring it
closer to Charise's.  "You know I always want you."  She
smoothed aside Charise's bangs to expose part of her
forehead and planted a kiss there, feeling sisterly and
warm, but fighting off any sexual vibrations.  "But I think
right now-"
     
     "Right now shit," Charise snapped, more aggressively
than Laura had ever seen her.  "Right now is when I need
it."  Her eyes clouded up briefly, but no real tears came.
She lowered her voice.  "Sorry.  I just . . . need it,
Laura.  Need you to hold me."
     
     Laura put an arm around her, on top of the chair back.
She kissed her forehead again, but Charise cleverly tipped
her face up so that her full, wide mouth brushed Laura's.
There was no stopping a kiss now.  It was tender and slow,
an emotional, aching kiss, warm and wet and loving.  Laura
could feel her heart raging with joy during the whole thing.
     
     When it was over, they had both nearly slipped from
their kitchen chairs, their asses perched precariously on
the edges.
     
     "Come in here with me to the sofa and let me hold you,"
Laura murmured.
     
     Charise stood up obediently, with Laura's help.  She
gave Laura the pixie grin again.  "Why don't we go in on the
bed and you can hold me?"
     
     Laura felt all her pseudo-motherly instincts come
rushing back in.  She dropped her eyes to the basketball.
"I can hold you just as easily on the sofa."
     
     Charise, a devilish glint in her black, glittering
eyes, decided to be perverse.  "I get uncomfortable sitting
up.  I feel better laying down.  Let's lay down and you can
hold me."
     
     Laura tried to look stern.  "We musn't hurt the baby."
     
     "Ain't gon' hurt the baby," Charise said.  "You just
don't want me to go in there `cause you been fucking that
beautiful sista you was with in there."
     
     Laura blushed as hotly and as red as she had ever done.
     
     "See.  I knew it."
     
     Laura raised both hands to her burning face
instinctively, as if that would make it stop, but it lasted
and lasted.  Finally, without speaking, she reached down and
took Charise's hand.  She turned and drew Charise behind her
toward the bedroom.
     
     The sheets and bedcoverings were indeed still rumpled
and twisted from the couple of hours she and Brenda had
spent writhing around in them and making each other groan.
Even looking at them made Laura's body tingle with the
memories.  But she could see that the sight of this rumpled
bed was having an effect on Charise too.  It was one thing
to boldly accuse but another thing to see the stark
evidence.
     
     "Come here . . . come here and let me hold you," Laura
whispered.
     
     Charise began to pull her big floppy sweater up over
her head.  Laura couldn't keep her eyes off the girl's
smooth, deeply black tummy.  She tugged Charise's sweater
back down.
     
     "We can leave our clothes on."
     
     Charise, with the sweater halfway up around her face,
looked at Laura.  "You don't want me now that I'm pregnant,"
she said softly.
     
     Laura was paralyzed.  "I . . . just don't think we
should . . . that's all."
     
     Charise continued removing the sweater, slowly, pulling
it over her head, tossing it on the bed, smoothing her
stiffish black hair back into its flip, fluffing her bangs
with her fingers.  Her upper body was very dark and smooth
and beautiful in her bright white bra, her large breasts
bulging out of the cups.
     
     "See," she said, "I still look okay from here up."  She
put her fingers at the waist of her pants.  "Don't you
think?  You know, I'm seventeen now.  I'm filling out a
little."
     
     "You certainly are."
     
     Charise broke into the full, radiant, sunburst smile
that made her look almost angelic, the smile that had won
Laura's heart in the very beginning.  She came close to
Laura, crossing the two or so feet that separated them,
pushing her breasts into Laura's shirt, watching Laura's
eyes on her body.  She was a few inches shorter than Laura
and had to look up at her.
     
     "I want you to fuck me with that big ole dick again,"
she whispered, eyes wide and shiny.  "The one that you can
fuck both of us with at the same time.  You know?  We ain't
done it since the garage, and that really was too quick.
And it's months since we did it with that dick.  I think
about it a lot.  I loved that.  I even had a dream about it
once.  Laura, are you listening to me?"
     
     Laura had gone all to jelly inside, figuring that
further resistance was futile.  Her eyes were glazed over,
and Charise's voice had become a low, seductive, vibrant hum
in her ears, a siren song really, beckoning her to overturn
her better nature, her caution, her good sense, and just
give in to a riot of sweet fucking with this darling girl.
Even her body had begun to reawaken from its satiety, and
she could feel her skin beginning to glow with sexual heat,
and her mouth beginning to crave Charise's lips again.  She
wanted to plant a kiss in the deep cleavage between
Charise's large, very black breasts.
     
     Charise knew it.  She smiled slyly, an invitation for
Laura to go ahead.  Then she even nodded.
     
     Slowly, Laura lowered her face and pressed her lips
worshipfully to the tight crease where the two bulging
globes came together.
     
     "Should I take it off?" she whispered to Laura.
     
     "Please."
     
     Charise reached behind her, as if eager to capitalize
on her advantage.  "You have to be a little careful with
them `cause sometimes they get a little sore lately."
     
     Laura smiled.  "I would never do anything to hurt you."
     
     Charise peeled off her bra.  "What about you?" she
asked, indicating Laura's own clothes with a tilt of her
head.
     
     "Oh . . . of course."
     
     Laura let her eyes feast on Charise's naked breasts
while she quickly slipped out of her own clothes, only a
sweatshirt, panties, jeans, which she had hastily thrown on
before walking Brenda down to her car.  Although it was hard
to take her eyes off Charise's splendid young breasts and
gleaming black nipples, she watched with fascination as the
girl stripped off her loose, baggy warmup suit pants, and
slid her panties down her glossy thighs, finally exposing
the taut, round protuberance that thrust forward in her
belly.
     
     Charise sat on the edge of the bed and placed both
hands on the swelling.  Her black skin was stretched tight
over it, shiny and taut and smooth, the delicious small bulb
of her navel already pushing out.
     
     "Can I touch?"
     
     Charise nodded.  Laura did not know why she wanted to
touch it, but she realized the same thing had happened when
she had seen Jonelle's belly in this state.  There was a
worshipful kind of awe that came over her, and she knelt on
the floor between Charise's knees and caressed the small,
undersized basketball tenderly with her fingertips for
several minutes, then kissed it tenderly.  Finally, the
ethereal nature of this worship was interrupted by the
distinct odor of Charise's pungent, aroused pussy wafting up
to Laura's nostrils.
     
     "Oh god, it's so beautiful . . ." Laura said in a
hushed voice.  Then she smiled sexily up at Charise.  "But I
can smell your beautiful pussy getting all ready for fun, my
darling Inky."
     
     Now Charise's eyes were as glazed as Laura's had been
moments earlier.  She merely nodded, eyes throbbing, parting
her sleek thighs further.  The sexual fulfillment that Laura
had felt earlier after her hours with Brenda seemed to have
vanished for good, and she could now feel her own cunt
flowing and throbbing, her whole body filling with need
again.  She felt the familiar dilemma of wanting to devour,
inhale, and absorb every inch of this sweet girl's lovely
young body while knowing that she was a mere human and had
to take it one step at a time.
     
     Charise's full, pendulous breasts and swelling black
nipples were right above Laura's head, jutting out proudly
from Charise's body, and her silky black midriff above the
basketball was almost directly in front of Laura's lips.
Charise opened her thighs further, and Laura could drink in
the sweet, pungent fragrance of her flowing slit, which
filled her nostrils and seemed to go directly into her
blood, making her body tingle and ache with need for the
girl.
     
     "I'm going to hold you now," she purred, getting
briefly to her feet, then stretching out on the bed and
pulling Charise up next to her, enfolding the girl in her
arms.
     
     Charise giggled softly, running her own hands up and
down Laura's naked back, looking down at their naked breasts
pushing together.  "I hope you gon' do a lot more than
that," she said.
     
     Laura kissed her everywhere.  She ran her hands down to
Charise's ass, not a shapely, hard, round paragon of an ass
like Chanitra's, which was rare enough, but still a very
nice one, fleshy and smooth and curved.  Laura dug her
fingers into the flesh.  She kissed Charise's neck and
shoulders.
     
     "I don't think we should use that thing . . ." she
murmured as she kissed Charise.  "That thing . . . you
mentioned.  I don't want to hurt the baby."
     
     Still smiling, but very serious, Charise pulled back
momentarily, shaking her head at Laura.  "It ain't gonna
hurt the baby.  Let me explain something to you."  She used
her hands to show Laura different parts of her body.
"Here's where the baby is . . . see?  And here is where the
pussy is.  Inside . . . there's this little closed-off
tunnel that keeps the things that go in the pussy away from
the baby.  Get it?  Ain't gon' hurt the baby.  Now . . .
where is it?"
     
     Laura thought it over, feeling glum and sexually
aroused at the same time.  How can I have self-control when
you are so beguiling? she wondered, totally enchanted as
usual by Charise, again parting her coal-black bangs and
planting a kiss on her shiny forehead.
     
     "Why don't you let me kiss it instead?"

     "My pussy?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     "I was hoping you'd do that too."
     
     "It might be enough."
     
     Charise shook her head, eyes wide.  "I'm really horny.
I need the big dick."
     
     Reluctantly, Laura got off the bed and searched under
it with one hand, coming up with the huge double dildo
Charise had remembered.  Who could ever forget it? Laura
wondered, pinching one end of it with her thumb and
forefinger and dangling it between them.  She was glad
Charise did not know about the Double Penetrator.
     
     Charise beamed.  "That's the one."
     
     Again they stretched out together, facing each other.
Though she knew she could not suck and mouth-maul Charise's
breasts, as she wanted to do, Laura could still not keep her
lips and her hands off them.   She did not squeeze the large
globes but held them in her palms as if they were fine
crystal, delicately, brushing Charise's large, swollen black
nipples with her thumbs.
     
     "Ooohhhh, that feels good!  I love you, Laura.  You so
good at this."
     
     "Are you still going to come and see me after you're a
mommy?"
     
     For the first time Laura realized that soon these
beautiful, large black breasts of Charise's that she loved
so much would be filled with milk, like Cecilia's, and that
they might together have the same kind of wet bed play and
stupendous, throbbing, meltdown orgasms as Laura had with
Cecilia.  She didn't know whether she should be looking
forward to that-it seemed somehow even worse than being in
bed with her like this-but once it got into her mind there
was no shaking it.
     
     "Of course I am," Charise murmured against Laura's
cheek.  "Nobody can do this like you do.  Jason's okay, but
he ain't like you.  You treat me like I'm special."
     
     "You really are special," Laura said.  "Can I kiss your
nipples, if I'm careful?  Are they sore . . . or tender?"
     
     "Maybe you could just lick them."
     
     "Mmmmm . . . like this?"
     
     "Ohhhh . . . yes.  Oh yes, Laura.  Ohhhhh!"
     
     Still cradling each round globe in her palms, Laura
traced circles around each delectable nipple with the tip of
her tongue, pushing Charise over onto her back, now holding
one smooth round breast in each hand gently.  Slowly,
patiently, she concentrated first on one gleaming, bulging
black nipple, then the other, stroking it with her tongue,
looking up at Charise to see the pleasure spread across her
young face, teasing the thick, springy centers with the tip
of her tongue, coating the wide, soft, black areolas with
warm, shiny saliva.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . Laura . . ." Charise panted and whimpered,
"I think you . . . could try sucking `em a little.  Shit,
that feels so good!"
     
     "Really?  I don't want to hurt you."
     
     Charise grinned at her, though her face was half-
contorted by a gripping, intense sexual pleasure.  "You
better do it," she warned, smiling.  "Nobody want to fuck me
any more.  You better do it."
     
     "Oh . . . my darling, my darling Inky . . . I always
want to," Laura purred.
     
     Charise brushed one of Laura's hands aside and held her
own breast in both hands, as if to offer up her wet,
succulent, shiny black nipple to Laura's mouth.  Laura was
not about to resist.  It was hard to believe that her torrid
bout of fist-fucking with Brenda had only ended about an
hour ago.  Her blood was again hot and raging.  She
desperately wanted to swallow and consume her darling Inky.
     
     I could spend all day loving this girl's body, she
realized.   She is so lovely . . . so smooth and warm and
supple . . . so black . . . so utterly and completely
beautiful.  Never mind that Charise could seem a little
homely to those who were not in tune with her angelic
essence, the devastatingly sweetness and simplicity that
shined out of her broad and winning smile.  Laura was
completely in thrall to it.
     
     She sucked the nipple she was offered into her mouth,
laving it gently with her tongue, sucking only softly,
slowly, very concerned lest she hurt Charise in any way.
     
     "Hhhhhh . . . hhhhh!" Charise panted, biting her lower
lip.  "You can suck it harder . . . I can take it."
     
     "I don't want to hurt you."
     
     "Please . . . Laura.  Do the other one too.  Oh . . .
I'm getting so hot!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Laura did suck her a little harder, but not much.
There was a point beyond which she would not go, and now she
carefully drew the line.  But meanwhile, Charise was growing
wilder underneath her, writhing, mewling, pushing her breast
with both hands harder into Laura's face.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes . . . oh yeah!" she panted
rhythmically, her head falling back as the sensations grew
too intense for her.
     
     Laura realized how wet Charise was by letting the
fingers of her free hand trail across the small, bulging
basketball and then dip down between Charise's thighs.  Her
pussy was a frothy warm mess of hair and juice, which Laura
spread aside with her fingers to touch the girl's slippery
cunt lips, so thin and long and curvaceous that she could
remember just from the touch how lovely Charise's pussy was.
     
     Last time, huddled under the blanket in the back seat
of Laura's car in the garage of Charise's house, while her
little brothers played Nintendo inside, they had both been
rushed, anxious, desperate to complete the act and yet
frantic, filled with the fear of being discovered.  True,
Laura had licked her pussy, and Charise had come
beautifully-she had confessed that only Laura could make her
come, which had made Laura reflect sourly on the boyfriend,
Jason, who was apparently only good at spouting enough jism
into her to make the poor thing pregnant-but it had been so
dark and rushed that she had been unable to enjoy fully her
patient worship of this incredible treasure.
     
     And now she was wondering if she would get to enjoy it
this time too, since Charise was becoming very overwrought,
twisting and writhing in the sheets, breathing very hard,
her eyes glazed and reddened from a sharp sexual need.
Laura, on the other hand, though shockingly horny
considering what she had gone through with Brenda only hours
ago, was not consumed by such urgent need that she couldn't
take her time and enjoy every smooth, velvety inch of
Charise's splendid, sleek black flesh.
     
     "Oh darling . . . darling . . ." she cooed to Charise,
knowing how the girl loved to be called that, kissing and
sucking Charise's large breasts hungrily but not too
roughly, then sliding lower.
     
     But Charise grabbed Laura's head before it could
disappear under the small, hard basketball, pulling Laura up
again a little.  Her black eyes burned.  "No.  Fuck me with
that dick.  I can't wait.  If you lick me . . . I'll go.
I'm ready to go right now."
     
     "Oh honey, I love your pussy," Laura pleaded softly,
gently.  "I love it . . . I want to lick it . . . please let
me.  I didn't get to lick it last time."
     
     "Did too," Charise half-grinned, even though panting
with need.
     
     "But not enough."
     
     "You never get enough, Laura," Charise laughed, her
laugh however gargled and clotted by the sexual urgency that
constricted her throat.  With one hand she searched around
the bed beside them until she found the `dick' and handed it
to Laura.  "Please."
     
     Laura relented.  "You'll have to lie on your side . . .
so we don't lose control and do it too rough," Laura said
calmly, very proud of herself for being so sensible while in
the grip of such a heady sexual desire for this sweet young
thing.
     
     "Don't care how . . . long as you do it," Charise
panted, shifting her body as Laura directed.
     
     "Kiss me," Laura blurted out, suddenly overcome by an
intense love for Charise.  "Kiss me . . . I love you.  Oh, I
love you."
     
     For the moment she brushed aside her guilt at
confessing so impulsively to Charise what she had been
moaning into Dawn's ear only a few weeks ago.  She knew that
she was very inclined to love nearly every sweet girl she
fucked, though few brought out this intense feeling as
readily as Dawn and Charise.
     
     Charise, her eyes flooded and swimming with sex need,
beamed broadly at Laura anyway, melting her heart.  She
offered her full, sensual lips, eyes glowing, and Laura
kissed her ravenously.  While they were kissing, she
maneuvered both hands down below the basketball and began to
position the huge dildo, gently nudging up Charise's thigh
with her knuckles to expose her pussy, then sliding one end
of it between her well-lubricated cunt lips.
     
     The feel of it going in made Charise break off the
kiss.  She gasped.
     
     "Unhhh!"
     
     Laura, who knew she was doing it very gently and
carefully, resisted the urge to ask if it had hurt.  She
knew otherwise.  Charise's eyes rolled up briefly in her
head, and her head itself lolled back a little.  This
exposed the long stretch of her black, silky neck, and Laura
kissed it up and down eagerly, hungrily, flicking her tongue
into the scooped dark shallow of her throat.  Meanwhile, she
kept slowly pushing the dildo into Charise's pussy until
about three inches of it were inside.
     
     "Unnnnn . . . unnnn . . . oh god, that feels good!"
Charise half-whimpered against Laura's cheek.
     
     "Hold on, baby, I need to get it in me too," Laura
panted softly, maneuvering the other end of the fat, knobby
dildo between her thighs.  "I want to do it with you."
     
     Charise said nothing, her eyes glazed, floating, as if
she were in a deep sexual trance.  Laura's own pussy was
sopping wet with juice again by this time, and it was no
trouble to slide her end of the thick stalk up into it.  She
too groaned softly, and her body convulsed in a quick shiver
as it penetrated her.
     
     "Unhhhh!  Oh!  Slowly now . . . yes . . . slowly . . ."
     
     Holding the fat tube in the fingers of one hand, Laura
carefully began to push it further into Charise's pussy,
while gently grinding her own pelvis forward and down at the
same time to slide the other end further into her own aching
cunt.  She saw Charise's eyes roll up again, saw the girl's
face overcome with such an intense sexual swoon that she
briefly feared Charise would pass out.
     
     To bring her back, she embraced Charise with her free
arm, pulling the girl's lovely young body hard against her
own, mashing their naked breasts together, sucking Charise's
neck and beginning to buck with her hips, pushing the dildo
in and out of their bodies, truly fucking them both now for
the first time.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . come back . . . don't faint . . . just
fuck with me, honey . . . fuck with me . . . I love you . .
. fuck with me . . . yes, like that . . . oh yes . . . oh
yessss!"
     
     Charise did revive, her eyes swimming back into focus,
catching Laura's, throbbing, her body undulating, her hips
beginning to swirl up into Laura's thrusts.
     
     "Ahhnggg!" she gasped, her face falling forward against
Laura's shoulder.  "Oh shit . . . Laura . . . I think it's
gonna happen fast.  I . . . I just . . . ungghhhh!"
     
     Laura began to fuck Charise-and herself-a little faster
now, churning her hips more rapidly, but still very gently,
holding the fat monster in her free hand, guiding it, making
certain it did not penetrate Charise too far.  She realized
that Charise was about to pop, and that she clearly needed
no more encouragement than she was already getting.
     
     For Laura it was such a sweet, intimate moment, holding
the undulating girl's body against hers, linked by the long,
fat stalk that was embedded deeply in both of their cunts,
their nipples brushing and kissing as they moved, their warm
breath intermingling, their moans intertwining.  She could
feel the hard, round protuberance of the small basketball
pushing against her own abdomen, below her wrist, a
delightfully novel sensation (Gosh, there's really three of
us fucking here!) but also a reminder of all the complexity
of their relationship, and their reason for being here in
each other's arms this very instant.  She was sensitive to
every minor quiver of Charise's body, and every clotted sigh
or helpless whinny or whimper she made, and she brought her
up as carefully as she could to the point where Charise was
knotted with tension and keening on the edge of a fierce
explosion.
     
     "Are you ready?" she whispered into Charise's
marvelous, whorled black ear.
     
     "Auungghh!" Charise cried in tormented anticipation.
     
     "Oh yes . . . baby . . . go ahead," Laura gasped to
her, again tightening her grip around Charise's shoulders as
she felt a deep shuddering begin inside the girl's body.
     
     She saw a terrible glint of stunned awe, a struck-by-
lightning feeling, in Charise's eyes as an overwhelming
orgasm began to engulf the girl.
     
     "Auunngghhhhhhhmmnnngghhauuuuu!" Charise cried out, and
then went silent, her cries choked off by a shattering
ecstasy that shook her young body as if it were being
squeezed by a giant, invisible fist.
     
     She stretched her body out full length, as far as it
would go, stiff as a board, but then quickly dissolved into
rhythmic convulsions, mewling deep in her chest as wave
after wave of fierce coming rolled through her.  Laura was
not far behind, but before she herself came, she realized,
bizarrely, that enough time had elapsed for the Gibsons to
have possibly returned from dinner.  Charise's first cry had
been almost a resounding shriek of ineffable physical
rapture, and Laura feared they could not risk much more than
that.
     
     Moreover, Laura was pumping her hips and whimpering and
feeling her pussy jangling and palpitating inside, knowing
that a beautiful explosion was about to envelop her too.
     
     "Ohhhhnnnnnn shit . . . oh . . . fuck," Charise gasped,
as the final but lengthy spasms of her own climax slowly
released their grip on her shaking body, just as Laura really began to come.
     
     "Ohhnngg!" Laura groaned.  "Oh god!"  She pushed her
face into Charise's neck.  "Oh . . . hold me, honey!
Unghhh!  Mnnnggghhhiieeeee!" she wailed, feeling a fountain
of fire rise up from the center of her pussy and spread
through her whole body.
     
     Her consciousness was nearly obliterated by the
searing, throbbing fury of her orgasm, but through the hot,
swirling fog of it she thought she detected Charise coming a
second time, whinnying softly and bucking her hips, her hand
reflexively clawing Laura's back as she shuddered through
another series of jolts.  They clung together, panting and
mewling softly, as the hot storm swirled more slowly inside
their bodies, then waned.  Finally, they were so still and
silent, clinging hard to each other, that Laura could feel
Charise's heartbeat.  She could also still feel the hard
little basketball touching her belly, a sharp reminder of
how much things had changed.
     
     She was profoundly moved.  It had been quite an
evening.  Her experience with Brenda had been intense beyond
belief, laced with a feeling of deep affection and intimacy,
and piercing sexual pleasure, that seemed to grow between
them with each meeting.  And now she lay entangled in the
same bed with Charise, stunned by love and deeply emotional
sexual feelings, sensing their hearts beating almost in
unison after a truly rending series of orgasms.  How could
life be this intense?  This sweet?
     
     "I suppose it's too late to get an abortion," she
sighed into Charise's marvelous shiny black ear, tickling it
with the tip of her tongue.
     
     Charise squirmed and giggled.  "How can you be talking
about the baby after we fuck like that?" she asked Laura.
"I feel like it just made everything go away but my happy
pussy."
     
     Laura smiled and kissed her cheek lovingly.  "Me too.
But I can feel it . . . down there . . . against my own
tummy."
     
     "You better pull back and get your big dick out of me,
then," Charise teased her.  "I know you, Laura.  You worse
than any man.  You just want my black pussy."
     
     "Oh no . . . oh no," Laura said, truthfully.  "I want
every single bit of you . . . every delicious bit."
     
     She kissed Charise's neck again, and her gleaming black
shoulders, her collarbones, her smooth upper chest, moving
gingerly and extracting the wet dildo from both of their
bodies.  Charise winced a little.
     
     "That thing is bigger than I remembered.  Your dick is
bigger than Jason's dick, you know that?"
     
     Laura pouted playfully, tossing the thing down to the
end of the bed.  "At least I'm good for something."
     
     "You good for a lot of things."  Charise raised her
eyes significantly toward the ceiling.  "Did I scream too
loud?  I know you get worried about those people up there."
     
     "No, you didn't `scream too loud,'" Laura told her.
"How was I going to know you came if you didn't scream?"
     
     Charise broke into laughter.  Her young, delectable
breasts jiggled.  "By me shaking the house down?" she
laughed.  "Thought I was really going to shake myself to
pieces that time.  And I always scream.  Can't help it.  But
only with you.  I don't ever really come with him.
Sometimes I do it in the bathtub by myself, just `cause I
get so horny.  It's hard not to scream then . . . and splash
the water around.  I have to stuff a washrag in my mouth or
something.  My mama would kill me.  She about ready to kill
me anyway."
     
     Laura grew solemn.  "You know . . . I wasn't kidding.
Do you want me to help you get an abortion?  I can take you
somewhere."
     
     Laura realized she was taking a big risk here, but on
the other hand, no one had to know she and Charise had slept
together.  She would be acting more like a big sister,
helping her out.  She also knew it was probably too late
anyway.
     
     Charise shook her head.  "I'm keeping it."
     
     But to Laura she did not look too happy about it, only
resigned.
     
     "Charise . . . you're too young to be a mother," Laura
said, exasperated.
     
     Charise stared at her pointedly.  "Ain't too young to
fuck, though.  Right?"
     
     Laura blushed again, instantaneously.  She felt
shockingly guilty.  "You know I don't feel . . . that way,"
she stammered awkwardly.  "I love you, Inky."
     
     Charise burst into a grin.  "You really get red!  I
love it when you get red like that because of something I
said.  I love you too, Laura.  But I got this kid now."  She
patted the taut, black basketball with her fingertips.  "I
was afraid to tell my mama, so I waited too long.  Now . . .
I just have to have it."
     
     "Oh Charise . . ."  Laura felt her heart sink.  She had
felt it sink this way many times since learning that Charise
was pregnant.
     
     Charise began pulling on her clothes.  Reluctantly,
Laura did the same.
     
     "You don't have to worry," Charise said.  "I'll make
you an honorary auntie or something.  I'll bring the kid
over and let it watch Sesame Street while we fuck like crazy
in here."
     
     "Oh god," Laura laughed, "I hope you do."
     
     And yet, it reminded her of the way they had done it
under the blanket in the car, with Charise's brothers
playing Nintendo inside the house.   Sneaking around.
Surreptitious.  Hurried, anxious.  Not like this . . . not a
long, luxurious, slow evening of sweet, lovely fucking.  She
didn't really want Charise to leave, even though she
certainly had had enough sex for one day.
     
     "I wish you could stay."
     
     "What do you mean, stay over?"
     
     Laura pouted.  "I didn't get to lick your gorgeous
pussy.  You know how I love to do it."
     
     Charise smiled slyly at her.  "I could come over next
week and let you do it."
     
     "Promise?"
     
     Charise nodded.  "You gon' drive me home?  To the
corner, I mean?"
     
     "How did you get over here . . . walk?"
     
     "Took the bus.  But it's dark out now."
     
     "Of course I'll take you."  Laura pulled on a sweater.
     
     Charise looked warily out of Laura's door into the
hallway as Laura opened it.  "We ain't gonna run into that
nasty sista who lives upstairs this time, are we?  You know,
the one who was so nasty to both of us that time?"
     
     "Kendra?" Laura laughed softly. "Oh no . . . she moved.
I guess you didn't know.  She and Jane moved out, and now
there's some other people up there listening."
     
     "Ooohh," Charise made big eyes at Laura.  "I hope they
didn't hear us.  Come on, let's get out of here quick."
     
     Actually, running into the Gibsons with a pregnant
teenager in tow was not especially something Laura wanted to
contemplate, and she did usher Charise quickly outside to
her car.  A few minutes later she dropped her off on the
corner, half a block away from Charise's house.
     
     "Next week, darling.  Remember.  Remember what I didn't
get to do."
     
     Charise beamed and laughed.  "Shit, if I could get as
red as you, Laura, I'd be that red right now."
     
     Laura kissed her cheek and watched her walk off,
toddling slightly because of the added weight, down the dark
street.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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