       Laura - Chapter 359
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       “Did you tell my aunt we fucked?”
       
       Shamika was standing in the doorway of Laura’s tiny office, brandishing her green plastic watering can with the long proboscis, her pretty face all scrunched up in an expression of mixed anger and dismay, streaked with indignation.  Laura gulped.  She knew she was blushing, but the lighting was not bright and it probably didn’t show much.
       
       “We . . . ummm . . . well . . .”
       
       “Never mind,” Shamika snapped.  “I know you did because she told me.”  Now her face fully reflected her sense of betrayal.  “How could you do that?  You knew it would get me into deep shit!”
       
       “Shamika, I—”
       
       Shamika glowered at her.  “Don’t apologize.  Too late!  She leaving me alone tonight to go down to San Jose again, and she said if she even thinks you and I did it again she’ll send me back down to Morgan Hill to live with my Dad and his damn boys!  Shit, Laura!  What the fuck is the matter with you?”
       
       Her voice was getting a little louder, and Laura, who could not risk having it get around the office that she had been fucking an underage employee of an outside contractor, hurried to the door and pulled Shamika inside, pushing it halfway shut.  “Shhhh . . . come in here!  Please lower your voice, honey.”
       
       “Don’t fucking ‘honey’ me!  You got me in bad trouble.”  Shamika jerked her body away from Laura, who had been touching her shoulder.
       
       Shamika, darling, I held you in my arms while you came unbelievably, Laura wanted to tell her.  Don’t act like this.  I’m sorry I told her.  I couldn’t help it.
       
       “Look.  I’m sorry,” she murmured, peering furtively through the gap in the doorway, to see whether anybody was close enough to overhear them.  “It couldn’t be helped.  She asked me point blank, and I think she already knew anyway.”
       
       “She thinks I tempted you into it,” Shamika snapped.  “What a lie.  You wanted to fuck me from the start.”
       
       “Shhhhh!” Laura put her forefinger to her lips, truly alarmed.  “Look.  Let’s go somewhere and talk about it.  We can go up to the roof.  There’s a roof garden up there.  Where people go to eat their lunches.  We can talk more . . . privately.”
       
       “Nothing to talk about!” Shamika snarled.  “Ain’t going to no roof garden with you.  You snitched on me, Laura!”
       
       Laura reached out and touched her cheek with one finger.  “Please.  Shamika.”  She implored the girl with her eyes.  “You know how I feel about you.”
       
       Shamika pouted, knowing she had the upper hand.  For a minute she didn’t say anything but glowered at Laura and pouted and looked wildly fetching.  If this were happening anywhere else, Laura would have grabbed her and ravished her with fierce sexual hunger.  Something about a little spat like this made her supremely horny.  She wonder if Shamika were feeling the same way.  Then she saw a mischievous flicker in the girl’s dark eyes that seemed to indicate she was.
       
       “I could give you a ride home,” she suggested, in a lilting voice.
       
       Shamika suddenly adopted an innocent schoolgirl mien.  “You can’t come upstairs,” she said softly.  “I told you.”
       
       “I know.”  Laura shrugged.  “But I like . . . touching you.  Maybe I can kiss you in the garage.  Just a little kiss.”  Now she ran the fingertip that had been caressing Shamika’s cheek over across her full, sensual lips.  “Just a reminder of what we . . . did.  Together.”
       
       She wanted pointedly to remind Shamika that they had done it together, and that singling either one out for blame was not fair.  In her memory, after all, Shamika had seduced her.  Indeed.  Just as Iola had suspected.
       
       “I guess you could.  Take me home, I mean.  Nothing else.”
       
       “Nothing else.  Promise.”
       
       “Meet you in the lobby at five-thirty?”  
       
       “I’ll be there with bells on.”
       
       Shamika crinkled up her nose in a smile.  “You’re funny.  See you then.”  
       
       Laura re-opened the door for her, and she sashayed out of the small office with an exaggerated twitch of her delicious little butt, knowing Laura was watching.  Slavering.  How I’ll be able to keep my hands off her, I don’t know, she thought, with more than a little chagrin at having got herself into this situation.  Even though Iola was nowhere to be seen, Laura could almost feel her eyes on her, watching her scrutinize her niece’s pretty ass with naked lechery.
       
       A few hours later they sat together in Laura’s car, parked in Iola’s vacant space in the dark underground garage below the building where Shamika lived with her aunt in Iola’s town house.  
       
       “Are we going to do that kiss you were talking about?” Shamika asked.
       
       “I thought you’d never ask,” Laura grinned, reaching for her.
       
       She had been somehow reluctant to initiate it since Iola’s sharp admonitions kept ringing in her ears.  You keep your long pink tongue out of that pussy, you hear?  She’d kill me if she knew I’d just quickly jumped back in the sack with Shamika.  On the other hand, she’s down there in San Jose getting railed by her boyfriend.  What does she expect?  Shamika is a sweet little piece, and very seductive.  Laura figured she would just have to content herself with stabbing that long pink tongue of hers into the girl’s open mouth and trying to tickle her tonsils.
       
       They kissed ravenously.  Too ravenously, Laura knew.  She had her hand under Shamika’s shirt in two seconds, squeezing her firm, smooth, warm flesh, trying to unclasp her bra.  Shamika was panting, squirming.  “I want you to fuck me,” she murmured against Laura’s cheek.
       
       “I know.  Me too.  But we can’t.  Your aunt will have a fit.”
       
       “You fucked her, didn’t you.”  It was not a question but an accusation.
       
       Oh god, don’t bring up uncomfortable stuff like that at a time like this, honey! Laura wanted to scream.  I want you!  Forget about your aunt!
       
       “We . . .” she stalled, remembering how she had stalled earlier, in her office.
       
       “She got big boobies, don’t she?” Shamika giggled.  “Guess you couldn’t resist those.  Don’t worry, I don’t care.  Long as you do me too.”
       
       “God, you’re making me so wet.”  Laura finally got the bra clasp open and moved her hands around under Shamika’s shirt to the front, under the loose bra cups, clutching her wonderful springy warm breasts, feeling Shamika’s large nipples pressed into her palms.
       
       “Here . . .”  Shamika pulled her shirt up to her neck, exposing her breasts.  “Don’t you want these?”
       
       “God, yes.”
       
       Both of them instinctively looked around the darkened garage to make sure no one was watching.  Then Laura, holding both of Shamika’s lovely young breasts in her hands, lowered her mouth to one, taking Shamika’s bulging black nipple inside.  She sucked it slowly and passionately, as if it were a pristine treasure, which it was.
       
       “Mmmmm,” Shamika hummed softly, looking down at Laura suckling.  “Laura . . . mmmmm . . . Laura . . . we got to do it.  I can’t stand it.”
       
       Laura released her wet nipple and looked up at her.  “I can’t either.  Let’s go upstairs.”
       
       Shamika pulled her bra and shirt down again, reaching behind her back under the shirt to refasten the bra clasp.  “Bring that cock with you, okay?  You got it in your purse?”
       
       “It’s in the trunk.  I’ll get it.”
       
       They rode up in the small elevator without looking at each other.  Elevators are funny that way, Laura reflected.  Can’t risk a look.  If we look at each other, sex will break out.  And not only sex, but wild, mad, snorting, grunting, moaning, scorching, searing, nasty, exuberant sex.  So we can’t.
       
       But once they were inside Iola’s town house, things were different.  Shamika locked the latch and the deadbolt, then grabbed Laura’s hand and quickly pulled her down the hall toward the bedrooms.  Neither said a thing until they were inside Shamika’s, with the door closed behind them.  Then Laura embraced her and kissed her hungrily, much more fiercely than they had been doing in the car.
       
       Shamika pulled away and quickly tore her clothes off, while Laura did the same.  The sight of Shamika’s near-naked hard adolescent black body, in only bra and panties, was enough to make a raging fire of lust seethe in Laura.  She was more careful with her clothes than Shamika and therefore slower in disrobing, so Shamika helped her, unclasping Laura’s bra, pulling her panties down, having quickly shed her own while Laura was watching.  Finally, they were both nearly naked, except for Shamika’s bra.
       
       They embraced again by the side of the bed.  “Where’s the dick?” Shamika panted softly.
       
       Laura snatched up her small valise, containing numerous sex toys.  “Right here!” she said brightly.
       
       “Need you to fuck me in a hurry,” Shamika said, turning and ripping down the bedspread and blanket to the foot of the bed.  She again unfastened her bra, flinging it carelessly across the room, and jumped onto the middle of the bed, her firm breasts bouncing only a little, but enough to make Laura’s mouth water.
       
       She took out the strap-on dildo and harness, then followed Shamika, jumping too, and grabbing her.  They both exploded in loud, happy laughter, feeling the marvelous exhilaration of their naked bodies colliding and rubbing hotly together.  Laura’s hands were all over the girl’s delicious naked flesh.
       
       “God, this feels good!” she gasped, sucking and kissing and licking her everywhere.  “I love being naked with you.”
       
       Shamika giggled happily.  “Me too.  It’s the best sex I ever had.  I wish we could do it every day.”
       
       Laura had the firm pears of her breasts in both hands, squeezing them, gently pinching Shamika’s large, shiny black nipples.  Mmmm, now I can suck these the way they ought to be sucked, she thought, remembering the car downstairs, so furtive and halfway.  “I love to suck your breasts,” she breathed, as she began to do it.
       
       For a minute or so Shamika was silent, just letting Laura suck.  When Laura’s sucking got a little wilder, more passionate, she began to whimper and mewl softly.  “Did you suck Auntie’s like this?” she asked Laura, unable to keep her eyes from rolling up from time to time as the sensations overcame her.  “She’s . . . got such . . . big ones.  Oh!  Unnhh!  Shit, that feels good!  It makes me all wiggly wet.”
       
       Still sucking rapturously, Laura plunged one hand between Shamika’s thighs and found the warm, wet, slippery honey pot there, rubbing it, thrusting two fingers up into the greasy slit.  “Are you going to come if I do this?” she smiled, 
       
       “Uhn!  Unh!” Shamika responded, wordlessly, gasping, very aroused.  “I think you better get that dick on!”
       
       Laura realized she was right.  Shamika didn’t wait around, certainly not the first time.  She came almost as quickly as Laura often did, especially when super aroused, as she was now.  “You are a hot little devil, aren’t you?” Laura smiled at her as she fixed the dildo in place, looking forward to a vigorous and scintillating fuck.  Shamika was strong and athletic and exuberant.  
       
       “Just get it in me, please,” Shamika half-smiled back.  “I need it.”
       
       Now that the apparatus was in place, Laura needed no encouragement.  The girl’s hard adolescent naked body was enough, and she could barely restrain her fervid lust.  Heaven only knows what we’re going to do for an encore, she thought as she swarmed all over Shamika, kissing her feverishly and guiding the dildo that poked up out of her crotch toward the oozing furrow she had moments ago explored with her fingers.  “Here it comes, honey,” she gasped.
       
       “Yes!”  Shamika tensed up a little, feeling the shaft entering her body.  “Ahhnnggg!  Oh!”
       
       “You like that?”
       
       “Oh god, yes.  Push it in deep.  Anngmmnnee!  Yes!  Do it hard and fast!”
       
       “Mmmm,” Laura smiled, kissing her shiny black shoulder, sucking her neck, nibbling her earlobe.  “Something tells me you’re going to come too fast . . . and rob me of all my fun.”
       
       This made Shamika giggle a little.  “What about my fun?”
       
       Laura began to fuck her slowly, again running her lips all over Shamika’s hot, hard flesh while withdrawing the dildo, then inching it back in.  For a few such thrusts Shamika was patient, enjoying it, fluttering with the sensations that filled her squirming body.  But then she grew more urgent.  Her hips began to churn rapidly, excitedly, and her breath grew more ragged.  
       
       “Do it . . . harder!” she panted, her eyes rolling up again.
       
       Laura’s hands raced over her thrilling young body, unable to stop, squeezing her firm breasts, clutching the amazing smooth flesh of her back.  She held Shamika’s shoulders while she began spearing her with the dildo, dropping her hand quickly to it to keep it from slipping out.  Shamika groaned and then grunted softly as each thrust rode her splendid wiggling ass up off the mattress.
       
       “Unggh!  Ungghh!  Oh!  Ungghh!”
       
       Laura quickly abandoned all hope of making it last.  Shamika was a glutton for sex, for hot frenzied fucking, and Laura could feel all the signs from her writhing, straining body that she was about to burst in a firebomb of coming.  
       
       “Oh!  Oh!”
       
       “Yes, honey!  Give it to me,” Laura panted to her, sliding both hands down Shamika’s back to her hard little round buns, clutching them, pulling her groin up into each stabbing thrust, until she felt Shamika’s body leap and spasm from within as a fierce climax rose up to grip her.
       
       “Oh!  Auunngghhh!”
       
       These were the last sounds she made for several seconds as her whole body went into the convulsions of a shocking ecstasy.  Shamika, Laura remembered, had done this before.  Often, when she climaxed, she went silent for a brief period, just clenching and shuddering, sometimes squeaking softly, before a loud moan or shriek could escape her throat.  And this time was one of those.  She quivered, she gasped and snorted a little.  Her lovely young body arched and strained.
       
       “Ahhnnnggg!  Mnnggeeee!” she finally poured forth in several cries that throbbed with a mixture of intense pleasure mixed with agonizing sexual fulfillment.  “Oh . . . shit!”
       
       “Language, darling,” Laura laughed softly, holding her and kissing her, feeling Shamika’s naked body twitch and quiver against her own.
       
       Laura was on top, Shamika on the bottom, still reeling, still trying to catch her breath.  The strap-on dildo was still sunk deep in Shamika’s tight pussy, and Laura had made no move to pull it out.  She propped herself up by her elbows to make it easier for the girl to breathe, but she did not want to interrupt this embrace.  She could feel her own small breasts mashing into Shamika’s firm balls.  Her lips could easily skim Shamika’s smooth black neck, which they did repeatedly.
       
       “Oh Laura,” Shamika finally said in a weak voice.  “You really know how to fuck.”  She paused to catch her breath, which was still a little labored.  “Every time you do it to me that way I just come like I’m dying.”
       
       “You’re not dying,” Laura kissed her under the ear.  “There are many more like that in store for you.”
       
       Shamika crinkled her nose in a playful smile.  “Promise?  You won’t let Auntie break us up?”
       
       Laura realized she herself was giving Shamika the long face.  “Well . . . it won’t be easy, I guess.”  They slowly disentangled their bodies, Laura finally pulling the long dildo out of Shamika’s lovely pussy.  “We’ll have to be careful.  Like this.”
       
       Shamika’s face fell.  “She’ll find out.  She’ll guess.  She’ll be asking questions.  She’ll ask you.  Then she’ll ask me.  We both have to lie.”  She looked at Laura pointedly, as if to make it clear they both knew she was a better liar than Laura was.  
       
       Laura nodded.  “I’m not very good at it,” she confessed.
       
       “I know that.  You made it very clear.”
       
       “Sorry.”
       
       “What if you be fucking her . . . like this . . . all snuggly and . . . naked . . . and she just came, like me . . . and then she asks you?  Like, your guard is down and all?”
       
       Laura pursed her lips, acting very offended.  “I will tell her . . . that I would never go against her wishes . . . and I’m disappointed she would suspect me like that.”
       
       “Sure you would,” Shamika broke into a huge, disbelieving grin.  She began tenderly, sweetly kissing Laura’s naked body while she continued asking questions.  “You’re going to let me have some of this nice white girl booty now, aren’t you?”
       
       “Shamika,” Laura panted softly, “you are sexy beyond your years.  Mmmm, that feels good.”
       
       Shamika was silent for a few minutes while she tongued and sucked Laura’s nipples, then began descending with her lips.  But still she resumed her relentless questioning.  
       
       “You know you gon’ tell her, if she asks,” she murmured, kissing Laura’s stomach.  “You know she gon’ dangle those big titties in your face and say ‘You can’t fuck me anymore if you fuckin’ Shamika, you evil white bitch, you child molester.’”
       
       Laura was enjoying the kissing, the caressing, stroking Shamika’s head, letting her fingertips graze the girl’s cheek, her forehead.  “You know I can’t give you up,” she said softly.  “You know I would say anything it took to keep you.  To keep you doing this.”
       
       Shamika looked up at her and smiled.  “You want me to eat your pussy?”
       
       “I wouldn’t try to stop you,” Laura smiled back.
       
       “Did she eat your pussy?”
       
       Oh god, Laura thought.  Here it comes.  The competition.  “I’m not going to answer that.”
       
       “Yes you are!” Shamika laughed, and promptly pinched Laura’s thigh.
       
       “Ouch!  Cut that out!”  Laura pulled her leg away from Shamika’s hand.  “Here you were being so sweet.”
       
       “If you want me to eat your pussy, you have to tell me.”  She scooted back up to be face to face with Laura.  Laura could feel their naked breasts mashing together again, which always aroused her wildly.  Her own were still a little damp from Shamika’s warm saliva.  “Did you suck her big titties?  Did you like it?”
       
       Laura shook her head, refusing to answer.
       
       “Did you fuck her with that dick?  Like you just did me?”
       
       Laura grimly shut her lips, indicating she would not budge.
       
       “Did you make her come?  Does she squeal and shout when she comes?”
       
       “Shamika—”
       
       Laura tried to stop her, but Shamika interrupted her with a hot, a scorching kiss, stabbing her tongue into Laura’s mouth and writhing her body against Laura’s.  “Tell me you want me to fuck you,” she panted while still kissing Laura almost savagely.
       
       “I want you . . . to fuck me,” Laura said softly, staring straight into her fiery black eyes.  “Now.”
       
       Almost as quickly as she had slid up to face her, Shamika slid back down again, between Laura’s spreading thighs.  By now Laura was wildly horny and knew that it would take very little to make her explode.  Shamika seemed to know it too.  She spread Laura’s pussy lips with her fingers and slipped her tongue, a long tongue, Laura realized, between them, sliding it in deep.  The tongue that had been in her mouth a second ago was now wiggling deep inside her flooding pussy.
       
       “Ohnnnhh!” Laura groaned, pleasurably shocked by the penetration.  “Oh . . . fuck me, baby!”
       
       Shamika withdrew her tongue and replaced it with two fingers, fucking Laura’s pussy hard and fast with them, while she began to suck Laura’s swollen clit.  Oh!  I can’t take much of this! Laura thought, twisting and whimpering helplessly.
       
       “Oh honey . . . yes!  I’m going to . . .”
       
       Laura’s words were cut short by a sudden uprush of orgasmic jolts that shook her entire body with a violent twist.  Shamika, realizing that Laura was coming, began to thrust more sharply, and also sucked Laura’s clit passionately.
       
       “Auunnggghhhh!” Laura cried out, her body shuddering and convulsing with agonizing and beautiful spasms, before falling back to the mattress, with Shamika’s fingers and lips still attached to her throbbing pussy.  “Ounnggghh!  Oh yes!  Oh . . . Shamika!”
       
       Shamika finally released her clit from her shiny wet lips and smiled up at her.  “You finished coming?”
       
       “Oh god,” Laura gasped, having a small, reeling, blackout moment before replying.  “You never made me come that hard before.”
       
       Shamika slid up to face her again.  “I’m getting better!” she beamed.  “I’m getting good.  You think I could make somebody else come that way?”
       
       Laura, still half-blasted by her orgasm, trying to get her breath back, frowned playfully at her.  “Why, did you have someone in mind?”
       
       Shamika nodded, forthrightly.  No secrets from Laura.  “That girl in school I told you about.  The one who said it feels good to be fucked in the ass.  You know, she said it hurts a little at first, then makes you come like the world is exploding or something.  Her.”
       
       “White or black?”
       
       Shamika tilted her head with coy amusement.  “White.  Why?  You care?”
       
       “You think she wants to have sex with you?”
       
       Shamika made a cute half-grin.  “She might.  She always looking at my titties and my booty.  Like you.”
       
       Laura grabbed her and pulled her close and nuzzled her neck.  “You’ve got to watch out for these white girl lechers,” she growled softly.  “We just want to fuck your pretty black pussy until you come a zillion times.”
       
       “And my ass too?”
       
       “Yes, and your ass too.  You want to give that another try?”
       
       Shamika shook her head.  “Not this time.  I still haven’t got my courage up for it.”  She sat up brightly, looking suddenly like an eager child, except for those marvelous firm jutting breasts and large succulent black nipples, so that Laura was momentarily stricken by the thought that she was not far removed from childhood and had looked just like this enthusiastic youngster only a few years ago.  “I want to ride your dick.  You know, you lie on your back and hold it steady while it ride up and down on it and you suck my titties.  Which I know you love to do so much anyway.  Fuck, it’s making me wet just thinking of it.”
       
       Laura smiled wanly.  I’m getting old.  I can’t keep up with these athletic young beauties.  “Just give me a minute to regain my senses, okay?  Then we can do it.”
       
       Shamika lay back down again facing her.  “Tell me all about fucking Auntie Iola.  I just love to hear that stuff.  She had that big cast on her foot.  That must’ve made it hard.  She got it off now.  Still limps around a little, though.”
       
       Laura found it very droll that Shamika kept probing about Laura’s evening with Iola.  She put a forefinger on her cheek.  “Don’t you think it’s a little rude to be asking about your aunt’s sex life?”
       
       “Um, maybe.  But I still want to know.  You two old ladies doing it.  Makes me laugh inside.  Sorry.”  She looked faux contrite.  “Did you fuck her with the dick?  I think she likes the dick.  Keeps going to see that guy in San Jose all the time.  I guess whatever you did, you didn’t turn her into a lesbian.”
       
       “Guess not.”
       
       Did she let you do her in her booty?”
       
       “Actually, we never got around to anything like that.  It sort of surprised both of us that we were in bed together, I think.”
       
       Shamika scowled.  “Right.”  It was a curt, dismissive word.  “Is she a good fuck?  She sure nasty enough to be one.”
       
       Laura shrugged.  “I guess that’s none of your business.”
       
       “I’m tired of talking about her,” Shamika said, decisively.  “I’m ready to ride.”
       
       Laura, who was very willing to skirt the details of her encounter with Iola, who in the back of her mind she was still afraid might pop in on them at any moment, having used the trip to San Jose as a ruse to lure Laura and Shamika into a false complacency, quickly grasped the opportunity to end this conversation.  She grabbed the strap-on dildo and harness from the end of the bed and quickly fastened it in place.
       
       “Here we go,” she said, settling onto her back and holding the obscene shaft upright with both hands.  “Climb aboard, my darling, and let’s ride to heaven.”
       
       Shamika straddled Laura’s hips and looked down, guiding the shaft toward her open pussy with two fingers, biting her full lower lip in concentration as the long rod slid up into her body.  “Unh!  Oh!” she gasped in a tiny voice, a soft yelp Laura was familiar with, a sound Shamika made nearly every time she was penetrated.
       
       At the moment they were perpendicular, with Shamika still upright, Laura flat on her back.  She ran both hands up Shamika’s naked body, pausing to caress the hard natural ripples of her amazing abs, then continuing up to her marvelous jutting young breasts, lightly pinching her thick black nipples, which she hungered to have inside her mouth.  Shamika was right, she couldn’t get enough of them.
       
       “Let me fuck you and suck you,” she said softly to her, gently clasping her breasts and drawing her down, at the same time beginning to surge upward in a slow, sensual rhythm with her hips, to drive the dildo up and accommodate herself to Shamika’s slowly swirling undulations.
       
       She could already tell that this time they were in no hurry, that there would be no quick, urgent explosion, rather a simmering, gathering storm.  Shamika’s eyes rolled up but she obeyed Laura’s request, lowering her body, dangling her lovely breasts in Laura’s face, and gasping with intense pleasure as Laura began to tongue and suck her bulging black nipples.  Laura held Shamika’s breasts in both hands and moved her mouth from one to the other, at first gently kissing and licking them, but soon mauling each one more passionately, sucking Shamika’s nipples until they were wet and shiny and swollen.
       
       Shamika never stopped her gentle pumping, and sliding her tight, clinging pussy up and down on the vertical shaft, which Laura had finally reached down with one hand to hold steady.  
       
       “Oh Jesus . . . I want this to go on forever!” Shamika gasped softly, panting and gnawing her lower lip and whimpering a little as Laura tried to swallow one of her nipples.  “Oh . . . yes!  Ungghhh!  Bite it, Laura!  Ungghh!”
       
       Laura sank her teeth lightly into the pulpy bud of Shamika’s bulging wet nipple, sucking and gnawing it, feeling Shamika tense and flex, hearing her whimper and mewl with excitement.  She held the girl’s small, firm breast in her free hand and squeezed and sucked it passionately.  Shamika bucked and squirmed and moaned.
       
       “Ohhhnnnnn!  Ohhnnnnn!  Shit!  Do the other one!  Fuck, Laura, I’m going to come!”
       
       “Not yet,” Laura laughed softly to her, holding the dildo tighter as Shamika slid up and down on it more aggressively.  “Not yet, honey.  I love it too much.”
       
       “Anngghh!  Oh shit, bite that one too!  Please!  Ungghhh!”
       
       Even though Shamika had said she was about to come, she was only drawing closer, not there yet.  And Laura exulted in the slow, sensual rhythm they shared, rocking gently back and forth, up and down, their bodies in harmony though growing more agitated by the second.  Finally Shamika was moving faster, and groaning softly, wincing and grimacing as the sensations in her body grew more intense, as she drew closer and closer to a release.
       
       Oh honey, you are going to come now, Laura realized as she felt the tension growing in Shamika’s body, and felt her muscles clench and her thighs clamping Laura’s hips sharply, clenching and quivering.  
       
       “Oh!  Oh!” Shamika cried out in a tiny, pinched voice.  “Oh!”
       
       “Yes . . . honey . . .”
       
       “Oh!  AUUNNGGHHH!  MMNNGGHHIIEEE!  Oh!  Oh!”  Shamika let forth an earsplitting roar and fell forward onto Laura, her breast slipping out of Laura’s mouth as she pitched forward and crushed Laura’s face with the hard middle of her chest, her body flipping and surging as a fierce orgasm rocked her.  “Anngghhhhh!” she groaned.  “Oh . . . Jesus!  Oh . . . shit!  Unngghhh!  Oh god!”
       
       Laura held her through it all, encircling Shamika’s writhing body with both arms, quickly turning her head to the side under Shamika’s chest so that she could at least draw a few labored breaths while she waited for Shamika to recover a little from the hammer blows of her climax.  This took a while, but the tension had gone completely out of Shamika’s body by now, so that she was almost limp and could easily be moved slightly to the side.
       
       “Sorry . . . honey,” Laura gasped softly.  “But I’ve got to breathe.”
       
       “Oh, I’m so sorry, Laura,” Shamika gasped too, barely regaining her breath, and propping herself up on her elbows.
       
       “No, don’t go any farther.  I want to feel you.  I love feeling you like this,” Laura said, renewing their embrace, feeling Shamika’s damp nipples, damp with Laura’s own saliva, again pressing into her own breasts.  “I can feel your heart still racing,” she smiled at the girl.
       
       Shamika said nothing but sputtered and gurgled softly, still looking dazed and shattered.  Laura guessed in their brief time together she had never seen the girl have such a killer orgasm.  Finally Shamika rose up to expel the dildo from her pussy, then rolled to the side next to Laura.
       
       “That thing is all clammy and wet against my thigh,” she said softly, her dark eyes still pulsing with aftershocks.
       
       “I’ll take it off.”
       
       “That was the best one I ever had,” she murmured softly when Laura returned to embrace her, now free of the strap-on.  
       
       “The first of many yet to come,” Laura whispered against her cheek.
       
       “Not if Auntie finds out.”
       
       “She won’t.  How could she?”
       
       “She got a gift.  Like a psychic.  Several times she told me exactly what I was thinking.”
       
       “Coincidence,” Laura scoffed.
       
       Shamika shook her head solemnly.  “Didn’t she ask you if we fucked?”
       
       Laura nodded slowly.
       
       “How’d she know that?  I didn’t tell her.”
       
       “She’s just naturally suspicious.  Because you’re such a hot little piece.”  She pinched Shamika playfully on her splendid round bottom.  “She thinks anyone would want to . . . you know, make love to you.”
       
       Shamika cracked a mischievous grin.  “Is that what we’re doing?  Making love?  I thought it was just fucking.  Lesbian fucking.”
       
       Laura kissed and sucked her beautiful smooth black neck, running her lips up under Shamika’s ear.  “You’re just trying to be difficult,” she purred.  “I have half a mind to make love to you again.”
       
       “Or fuck me?”
       
       “That too.”
       
       Shamika squirmed her delicious body into Laura’s.  “Oh, good.  Because we don’t get many chances to do this, and I think we should do it as many times as possible before she finds out again.”
       
       “Me too,” Laura grinned, letting her mouth slide down Shamika smooth skin again to her jutting young breasts.  “Me too, honey.  Think you can have another one of those bombs?”
       
       Shamika’s dark eyes were swirling with hot sex.  “I think I can.  Let’s try.”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and html formats, on the ASS html archive site at http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/pub/Authors/laura.  The chapters are now also available in html format at http://www.thevalkyrie.com/stories/miranda/index.html.  © Copyright Miranda Mars, 1999-2012.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



