       Laura - Chapter 354
       
       
       
       
       
       
       A very attractive and shockingly curvaceous black woman about Laura’s age came into her office to water the inevitable ficus, which was not the same ficus as the one in Laura’s previous office, which had been watered by the incredibly desirable Shamika.  This woman wore the same white pants and green golf shirt, with The Green Thumb silk screened across the back, that had been worn by Shamika, though the woman’s magnificent chest made this shirt look as if it could barely contain the formidable contents of her bra.  Laura tried not to stare at them.
       
       For a few minutes the woman did not speak but merely watered the plant and dusted the leaves.  Then she turned and said, “You must be the famous Laura.”
       
       Laura swallowed.  She knew by now that this had to be Shamika’s aunt, the one who owned the plant-watering business.  The one in whose very well-appointed townhouse she had fucked dear darling scrumptious Shamika’s ears off about ten days ago.  
       
       “Let me guess,” she said forthrightly to the woman.  “You must be Shamika’s aunt.  I . . . ?” she tried to remember the name Shamika had mentioned.  “Iona?”
       
       “Iola.”
       
       “Right.”  She held out her hand, trying not to seem guilty of anything.  “Laura Robbins.”
       
       “Iola Hughes.”  She shook Laura’s hand in a cold, businesslike way, with a tight smile that did nothing to hide her very sensual mouth and flashing black eyes, or her stern, no-nonsense attitude. 
       
       Laura knew that under different circumstances she would fall for this woman in a heartbeat.  God, look at the body on this one, she thought in amazement mixed with undeniable lust.  Hourglass.  She has the tiniest waist, and the biggest boobs.  This was a dangerous path for her thoughts to be taking, since a blush was inevitable once she realized that Iola Hughes was probably reading her mind.
       
       “Shamika told me about you,” Iola said, in not the friendliest manner.  
       
       Laura decided that head-on candor was the only way she could handle this.  “I helped her with her algebra about two weeks ago.”  She smiled.  Aren’t I sweet?  Helping a high school girl with her math?  You wouldn’t think ill of me for it, would you?
       
       Iola Hughes dropped her voice and veiled her eyes, half-glowering at Laura.  “Sure you didn’t help her with more than that?”
       
       Now Laura did blush.  She could not control it, so she turned away for a moment, pretending to reshuffle some folders on her desk.  The way Iola had framed her question seemed to indicate that she was probing, and not certain that anything more had happened between Shamika and Laura.
       
       Laura suppressed her half-blush and turned back.  “I’m sorry,” she said, with genuine contrition.  “Maybe I should’ve asked you first.  But you were—”
       
       “Away.  In San Jose.  I know.”  Now it was clear that Iola didn’t really know anything, except perhaps that darling Shamika was a little temptress and a black Lolita.  She might have even done this before, with another grownup, male or female.  Though, Laura reflected, probably not female.  I think I was her first.
       
       Now it was Iola’s turn to feel briefly contrite.  Laura could tell by the dip of her shoulders, and her sudden softening.  Her smile turned more friendly.  “I’m sorry,” she said.  “I don’t mean to accuse you of anything.  I’m a little over-protective of her.  I don’t know if she told you about—”
       
       “Her mother?”  Laura smiled gently.  Shamika’s mother would have been Iola’s sister.  “She did.”  She dropped her folder and came around her desk, putting one gentle hand on Iola’s shoulder.  “How awful for both of you.”
       
       Iola nodded slowly, unable to keep the pain from showing in her face.  “Anyway, I’m raising her now . . . and trying to keep her safe.  She’s kind of . . .”  She made an undulating sort of gesture with both hands, up and down her own very curvaceous body.  “. . . filling out, if you know what I mean.  I caught her with some lowlife boys about a month ago.  Had to put a stop to that quick.”
       
       So, Laura thought, a bit crossly.  You put me in the same category as some lowlife boys?  You think I want to despoil your darling niece?
       
       “I’m sure raising a teenager is a struggle,” she said, reaching for the most banal comment she could think of to bring this little confrontation to an end.  Why did you think I want to fuck her? she wanted ask.  Do I look like a predatory lesbian?  An Elvira, for god’s sake!
       
       Iola smiled warmly, for the first time, at this platitude.  “You were nice to help her.  She raves about you, by the way.  Laura this.  Laura that.  She’s not supposed to talk to the employees of the companies we serve.  Not at all.  But she can’t shut up about you.”
       
       Laura blushed again, but did not try to hide it this time.  “I’m flattered.  I’m not really the greatest algebra whiz, you know.”
       
       Iola laughed.  “You’re probably better at it than I am.”   She loosened up and moved toward the door.  “Look, you can help her again, if she asks you.  Sorry I got all uptight about it.  Just wanted to meet you.  To make sure you’re on the level, and I can count on you.”
       
       “You can count on me!” Laura said, a little too brightly, even making a small triumphant fist in the air, and feeling shockingly silly.
       
       But Iola Hughes seemed not to notice this mawkish attempt at camaraderie.  Laura was still trying not to look at her breasts.  So large.  She was usually not especially thrilled by large breasts, but when they were there, thrusting out at you, and attached to a very lovely woman, it was hard to keep your eyes off them.  But she managed to do it by staring steely-straight into Iola’s smiling eyes.  Then, as if to punctuate her silliness, she gave a little wave.  And Iola was gone.
       
       
       
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       She hated to admit it, but this skittish little dance with Shamika’s aunt in her office really whetted her appetite to see Shamika again.  Perhaps it should have made her want to back off, to forbear playing with dynamite, to respect the woman’s perfectly understandable desire to protect her niece from adult sexual predators.  And yet just about all she could think of after this brief meeting was Shamika’s naked body and seductive little smile.
       
       And Shamika evidently felt the same way.  A week later she was back in Laura’s office, watering the ficus.  It was after school, about 4 p.m.  She looked over her shoulder to see if Laura’s was admiring her beautiful butt, which Laura was.  Shamika’s eyes flashed, and she could barely suppress a giggle.  
       
       “Caught you,” she murmured.
       
       Laura looked away.  “You sure did.”
       
       “Did my aunt Iola talk to you?”  Shamika pretended to dust the leaves, but not seriously.  
       
       “She did.  She said . . . it was all right to help you with your algebra.”
       
       Both of them nearly burst into laughter at this.  But both of them knew that wasn’t all Aunt Iola had said to Laura, though the warnings had remained unspoken, merely implied.  Shamika, who could only linger so long in one office without seeming to be dawdling, moved toward the door.  But she turned her face to Laura and very flagrantly licked her amazingly sensual lips suggestively.  “I need help again.”
       
       Laura grinned.  “I’ll bet you do.”
       
       “She’s going to San Jose tomorrow night.”
       
       Laura shoulders slumped.  Brenda had promised to introduce her to the people at the suicide hotline.  She was seriously considering volunteering.  Something to make her feel she was contributing, doing some little thing to help improve the universe.  But the idea of missing a chance to fuck Shamika again filled her with . . . what?  With regret!  In advance.  With pain, pain of loss!  There was no way she could turn it down.  I’m sorry if some person kills his or herself because I wasn’t there, but I can’t resist this delicious girl!
       
       “I have something doing,” she said hastily.  “Let me see if I can reschedule it.  Come back by here before you leave, okay?”
       
       Shamika paused in the doorway and pointedly licked her full lips again, until they were shiny with her spittle.  Then she grinned and waggled her pink tongue at Laura, who realized she was nearly trickling down her thigh.  She had to grip the edge of the desk with her fingers as she watched Shamika turn, waving her huge watering can with the long, curved, obscene proboscis, and disappear down the corridor.
       
       Oh crap, I am such a hopeless slave to beauty! Laura cursed herself as she stared forlornly at the spot where Shamika had just been.  These darling little ebony sirens, all they have to do is beckon (or lick their fantastic lips!) and I come slavering behind like a lovesick puppy dog!  
       
       She hastily called Brenda but got her voicemail, since Brenda was no doubt maneuvering her huge bus at present through the hazardous turmoil of Market Street traffic.  What a woman!  She can fuck you silly with her fist, and drive a ten ton bus full of hoi polloi in San Francisco traffic.  And talk people over the phone out of killing themselves.  What a woman.  She is a miracle.
       
       “Look, darlin’,” she said, adopting Brenda’s own favorite mode of address, “something’s come up.  I can’t make it tomorrow night.  Can we reschedule for next week?  Give me a call.  And watch out for those Chinese women with their live chickens!”  She lowered her voice.  “I adored Saturday night,” she breathed.  “My pussy is still tingling.  Bye, now.”
       
       Then, as she replaced the phone in its cradle, she began instantly worrying about how she would soon betray her implicit promise to Iola Hughes that she would not take advantage of her private moments with Shamika to . . . what?  Fuck her beautiful little body to the moon and back!  Oh god, I’m such a shit.  
       
       Moreover, she could not get over the notion that this was all a set-up; that Iola really did not trust Laura and intended to set a trap for them, whereupon Laura and Shamika would be heatedly fucking when her aunt suddenly popped into the town house unexpectedly and caught them.  I could probably be fired over that, she reflected.  And she is underage.  Maybe I could be prosecuted, too.  What am I going to do?
       
       She was still weighing all this in her mind, while also trying to focus enough to get a little real work done, when Shamika reappeared at the door to her office, as Laura had asked her to do.
       
       “Well?” she said softly, smiling.  Her face, to make things harder on Laura, clearly said: I can’t wait for you to fuck me again.
       
       “I rescheduled,” Laura said in a clipped tone, looking down at her desk, feeling glum and wretched.  “But I have a meeting and can’t get there until about six.”
       
       Shamika literally sparkled at her.  “I’ll be waiting . . .” she said, with a lilt.
       
       “You’re sure she’ll be . . . in San Jose?” Laura could not help asking.
       
       “Of course.”  She lowered her voice to a loud whisper, quickly glancing behind her to make sure they weren’t overheard.  “Doing the same thing we’re doing!” she whispered.
       
       Laura couldn’t help breaking into a grin.  “Six,” she repeated.
       
       Shamika nodded, gave her a seductive little grin, and disappeared again.
       
       She actually did not get there, the following evening, until six-thirty.  Again she parked in Iola’s vacant parking space in the subterranean garage, as Shamika had told her to do the first time.  God, I hope she doesn’t come back, she thought.  I wasn’t scared of her the first time, because I had never met her.  But now I’m scared.  She’s very protective of Shamika.  For obvious reasons.  Plus, she’s pretty good-looking herself.  Laura could feel fear, anxiety, and sexual desire for both Shamika and for her aunt swirling around inside her to make a witch’s brew.  Her stomach was clenching and curdling with the results of this unpleasant stew by the time she ascended by the elevator to the town house.
       
       Shamika answered the door barefoot, wearing white short shorts and a white tee shirt which made her luscious very firm young breasts and swelling, protruding large nipples amazingly visible.  Laura’s eyes nearly leaped out of her head.  Shamika, who knew she would get this response, giggled and opened the door wider.
       
       “Come in and quit staring,” she teased.
       
       But the contrast of her smooth black skin, very black, against the stark white fabric of her shorts and tee shirt, made her look like dark chocolate candy to Laura.  “How can I quit staring when you look like that?” she said, stepping inside.
       
       Shamika turned and smirked sexily, then shimmied her shoulders a little to make the firm balls of her breasts jiggle under her tee shirt.  Her large nipples poked up under the white cloth.  Laura felt the pulse in her neck begin to race.  “I think I know what you want,” Shamika said softly, grinning.
       
       Laura, who was following right behind her, could easily grab her wrist when she turned back.  She pulled Shamika close.  “Give me those lips.”  She had been dying to do this in her office, and now there was no one to see but the two of them.
       
       Shamika turned pliant and submissive, uptilting her mouth to Laura’s immediately, her dark eyes pulsing with hot sex fire.  It was perhaps the most incendiary kiss Laura had shared in months.  She crushed Shamika in her embrace and wondered why both of them did not have a climax on the spot, they were so ravenous about it.  She literally drank the young girl’s mouth, and Shamika drank hers too.  Laura’s fingers bit into the flesh of her hard, round ass through the cloth of the shorts.  She sucked Shamika’s smooth black neck.
       
       Shamika kissed her neck, too.  “Don’t give me a hickey,” Laura panted, sucking her earlobe.
       
       They were hungry for each other’s body, but she was still skittish, nervous, fearing Iola’s sudden appearance, afraid Shamika would leave a mark on her that she couldn’t hide.  Shamika laughed softly and kept kissing her on the neck, under the jaw.
       
       “You want to fuck me, don’t you?” she murmured against Laura’s neck.
       
       “God, yes.”
       
       “Maybe you have to pay with a hickey,” Shamika teased.
       
       Laura, whose hands were already on the hard round moons of Shamika’s incredible bottom, threatened a little pinch.  “Try it and I’ll pinch you till you scream,” she smiled.
       
       “Oooohhh, you want to do that anyway!  You want to fuck my booty, admit it!  Everybody does.”
       
       “Everybody?”  Now Laura was caressing it suggestively.  “I want to kiss it . . . and suck it . . . and bite it . . .”
       
       “And fuck it!”
       
       Laura gave her mouth a long, searching kiss again, stabbing her tongue nearly down the poor girl’s throat, before replying.  “Yes.  And fuck it.”  She was panting so hard she could barely get the words out.
       
       “Really?”  Shamika pulled back a little, frowning.  “Does it hurt?  I have a friend at school who says it hurts, then gets better, then you come like the world is ending.  Is that right?”
       
       Laura grinned.  “Sometimes.  I mean, the coming part.”
       
       “I want to try it.”
       
       Laura drew her close again and brushed her lips romantically across Shamika’s silky black cheek.  “Really?  Isn’t it a little soon for that?  I thought we could just rub together until we both go up in flames.”
       
       In the back of her mind she couldn’t help seeing a vision of Shamika on her stomach on the bed, with Laura crouched behind her splendid black bulging ass cheeks, hip-pushing a strap-on dildo deep into her asshole, just as a furious, nearly homicidal Iola Hughes suddenly appeared in the doorway.  It was a hard thought to banish.  Oh god!  I’m not going to be able to enjoy this.
       
       But already Shamika was pulling her tee shirt off, up over her head, tossing it away, showing Laura every bare inch of her glossy dark upper body and amazingly firm, jutting breasts and protruding, gleaming black nipples.  “You can’t touch me unless you agree to do it,” she murmured in a sultry tone, looking down at her beautiful breasts.
       
       Again, she shimmied her shoulders so that they swayed and jiggled, though not much since they were so young and firm.  Laura gaped, astonished, since she had never dreamed Shamika, shy little watering can Shamika, would so swiftly turn into an irresistible temptress.  She tilted her head and smirked and smiled, giving in.  “If you insist.”  At the same moment she was again approaching Shamika, and grabbing her, and pulling her close, and running both hands all over her bare upper body, cupping and squeezing the girl’s marvelous firm breasts, kissing her shiny black shoulders.  “In the bedroom.  Quick.  I can’t wait.”
       
       Shamika laughed loudly as she pulled Laura with her down the hall.  “Did you bring the dick?  Is it in your bag?”
       
       Laura laughed, almost stumbling as she followed her.  “The dick is in the bag,” she laughed, grabbing her again as they entered Shamika’s bedroom.  “I want to eat you alive,” she murmured, again sucking her neck, then scooping up one firm breast in her hand and dropping her mouth to it, sucking Shamika’s swollen black nipple and lots of breast flesh into her mouth.
       
       “Unnhhh!” Shamika gasped, surprised by the force of Laura’s love assault.
       
       “Sorry!  Too hard?” Laura looked up at her, still cradling her lovely young breast in her palm.
       
       Shamika shook her head.  “Do it again!”
       
       Laura tossed her handbag on the bed (“The dick is in the bag!”) and with her free hand, behind her, pushed the bedroom door shut, trying to be nonchalant about it but quite aware that at least the door would have to be opened if they were to be surprised in flagrante delicto.  
       
       Shamika smiled and unzipped her shorts.  “You didn’t have to do that.  Nobody’s coming home.”
       
       “Just to be sure,” Laura said, quickly stripping off her own clothes too.
       
       As she undressed, she watched Shamika pull the very tight white shorts down her marvelous shapely black legs and kick them away.  She found herself being reminded of Sholandra, who was not as dark as Shamika but had the same short-but-shapely legs.  Shamika’s were glossy and black as night and smooth, and Laura wanted to kiss them all over.  She found her eyes lingering on the pinkish edges of Shamika’s soles and then caressing the loveliness of her insteps.
       
       Ooohhh, every inch of you is so yummy! she thought, her hungry eyes devouring every part of Shamika’s thrilling naked body.  They lingered with transparent lust on the girl’s hard, rippling stomach muscles, on which last time she had so aggressively rubbed her wet pussy until a very sweet and wrenching orgasm had gripped her pumping body.  Shamika saw her looking.
       
       “Oh you want to fuck my stomach again, don’t you,” she smiled at Laura.  “You just want to fuck every bit of me.  I saw you looking at my feet.”
       
       Now they were both naked, and Laura pulled her over to the bed, a nice queen-sized bed, plenty of room.  Together they drew down the covers to expose the white sheet.  
       
       “I would eat you alive if I could,” Laura confessed, as they lay down together facing each other, Laura’s hands all over Shamika’s body.
       
       “Kiss me, Laura,” Shamika said, softly, almost shyly.  “Nobody ever kissed me like you.  I . . . love it.”
       
       Laura loved it too.  They kissed, a long, excruciatingly romantic kiss, pressing their warm bodies together.  Laura, though she could not keep her eager hands from wandering, took great care not to seem too demanding or urgent, but relished the moment, the feel of Shamika’s tongue in her mouth, of Shamika’s quickening breath on her shoulder, of Shamika’s lips on her neck, while she stroked the girl’s incredibly smooth skin and the ripples of muscle below her ribcage, and her lovely, springy young breasts, and finally her wet pussy, so aroused and swollen and open and wet coral pink inside.
       
       Laura stroked it carefully with her fingers, gently pushing apart Shamika’s warm, slippery pussy lips, insinuating the tips of her fingers into the squinchy wet channel.  “Mmmm, you don’t mind if I kiss this beautiful pussy a little before we go on to the other stuff?” she purred.
       
       Shamika shook her head.  “I don’t mind.  Nobody ever said I have a beautiful pussy before.”
       
       “Guys?”
       
       Shamika nodded.  “Two.”  She crinkled her nose.  “Not at the same time, of course.  But . . . they just want to fuck you. You’re different.  You really . . . I don’t know . . . like to kiss.  My mouth and my pussy.”
       
       You got that right, honey, Laura thought.  She began kissing her way down Shamika’s splendid young naked body, so easily distracted by fresh beauties on the way, unable to prevent herself from lingering again at Shamika’s firm, up-thrusting young breasts, sucking the girl’s bulging black nipples until Shamika was whimpering softly and squirming.  Laura moved slowly lower, brushing her lips over the hard ripples of Shamika’s stomach.  Just the feel of these smooth ridges under her lips made her pussy throb.  I’ll be back for these, she thought.  After I make this little sweetie come about forty times, it’ll be my turn; right here.
       
       She drifted lower, bypassing Shamika’s inflamed pussy for the moment, instead kissing her dark, shapely though short, legs, kissing the undersides of her knees, making Shamika giggle and twitch and pant even harder.
       
       “Oh shit . . .” she gasped to Laura.  “That tickles!  Oh god, it makes me so wet.”
       
       Laura dipped even lower.  Give me your pretty feet, my darling.  She was already kissing the beautiful smooth insteps—black as midnight—of Shamika’s feet, and snaking her tongue out to Shamika’s toes, now holding one foot in both hands and peppering it with passionate kisses.  Shamika, surprised by this, yelped softly and squirmed excitedly.
       
       But that was nothing compared to the gasping and hot giggling that ensued once Laura drew the foot down to her crotch and began rubbing Shamika’s instep against her own wet and inflamed cunt lips.  
       
       “Oh!  Laura . . . what are you doing?  Oh god . . . oh that feels so good!”
       
       “You’re telling me,” Laura smiled at her, feeling her whole body vibrate at the feel of Shamika’s smooth instep mashing against her aching pussy.  
       
       She held Shamika’s foot in both hands and rubbed it roughly against her pussy until she was gasping and gagging from upwelling lust herself.  Oh god, I could come right now! she realized.  Like this.  
       
       “I’m fucking you with my foot!” Shamika laughed happily, watching Laura rub the foot back and forth in her crotch.
       
       “Ungghh!  Unngghh!” Laura grunted softly, well aware that she was losing control.
       
       A kind of exuberant sexual frenzy seemed to be overtaking them both as Laura flung herself a little forward so that she could get her hand on Shamika’s pussy while she continued to pump and rub herself against Shamika’s foot and ankle, gurgling and gasping in the grip of an urgent lust.  “Fuck me, baby . . .” she heard herself murmuring maniacally as she squeezed her taut thighs together on Shamika’s shapely foot, and ground her wet pussy down into the curvature of Shamika’s instep.  “Fuck me, baby.”
       
       Shamika’s dark eyes were wide with disbelief, followed by a fierce streak of sexual excitement, as she too began to gyrate her pelvis and push her pussy down into Laura’s hand.  But she couldn’t catch up in time as Laura began to come in spite of herself, coughing and choking on a swift uprush of sweet clenching spasms, her body quaking and shuddering and falling forward onto Shamika’s.
       
       “Auunngggg!” she cried out.  “Oh!  Ungghhhmmnnn!  Oh!  Aunngghh!”
       
       Still pinching Shamika’s foot between her thighs, she pumped and pumped, squeezing every last sensation out of a thrilling and unexpected orgasm, panting against Shamika’s pretty young breasts, where she had landed inadvertently when she fell forward.  
       
       “Oh god, Laura, you came!” Shamika whispered finally, letting her fingertips race over Laura’s naked back as Laura struggled to sit up, parting her thighs to release Shamika’s foot, now all wet and shiny with her pussy juices.
       
       “I know, honey, I know!  I’m . . . so sorry, it just . . . sort of gosh it shot through me all of a sudden!  I didn’t even know it was coming!”  She was still panting rapidly.
       
       Her hand was still in Shamika’s wet pussy, probing, rubbing.  Her face was so close to Shamika’s bulging black nipples that she could not stop herself from sucking them hungrily again.  At the same time, she was now fucking Shamika’s slippery warm pussy with two fingers, three, and Shamika was whimpering and churning.
       
       “Laura . . . I think I’m gonna come too!”
       
       “Yes . . . you are!” Laura gasped, still slurping Shamika’s nipples, but then quickly sliding down between her yawning thighs.  “You are.  Go for it, honey!  Here, Mama will help.”
       
       She briefly felt a stab of horror at the thought that she had used the word ‘Mama’ which might bring to life in Shamika the image of her murdered mother.  Oh shit, I didn’t mean to say that!  But Shamika was too consumed by her own increasingly urgent sexual arousal to pause for such a horrible thought.  She was churning and panting as Laura began to suck her clit and turn her fingers inside the tight but slippery sleeve of the girl’s pussy to find the secret trigger, the g-spot, which she knew had to be there. 
       
       And then Shamika came almost as quickly as Laura had.  Her straining, churning body clenched, and shuddered.  She made no sound, but shook, and clenched hard again.  Then Laura began to hear little squeaks coming from deep in her chest.  She bucked, eyes tightly shut, wincing, and her pelvis shimmied uncontrollably.
       
       “Mmmnnggeee!” the faint squeals finally came.  “Mnnggeee!  Ohnnngmmnnggeee!”
       
       Her orgasm, though not loud, was long, and she kept shimmying and clenching and squeaking like this for perhaps half a minute, while Laura felt Shamika’s sweet little black pussy squeezing her fingers.  “Oh darling . . . oh darling . . .” she murmured to the sweet girl, “you are so beautiful when you’re coming.”  She kissed Shamika’s smooth black body everywhere she could reach with her lips.
       
       And then they lapsed into a moment of suspended animation, where they were locked together but not moving.  Shamika continued to pant and quiver.  Laura simply inhaled the pungent sex odors of her lovely young body, finally, and slowly, sliding her fingers back out of the girl’s pussy and kissing her cheek, her forehead.  “I think that surprised you, too,” she whispered into her marvelous shiny black ear, unable to keep herself from licking it a little around the edges.
       
       “It did.”  Shamika still looked a little stunned.  “I love it when it hits me like that.  Like I knew I was going to come, but not that quick.”
       
       Laura nodded and kissed her shoulder, cupping and squeezing Shamika’s naked breasts in her hands.  “If I sucked your toes, you would’ve come even quicker.”
       
       This made an involuntary shiver suddenly grip Shamika’s body, and she laughed.  “It almost makes me come just imagining it.”
       
       Laura smiled ironically at her.  “Are you still going to make me fuck you in your pretty little booty with the dick?”
       
       Shamika nodded brightly. “Let’s do it now.”
       
       “Really?  Don’t you want to take a breather?”
       
       “No.  I want to see what it feels like.”
       
       But alas, it was not to be.  For one thing, the ‘dick’ Laura had brought was a seven-incher, and when she got it strapped into place she glanced up to see Shamika’s face contorted in fear and disbelief.  “It’s really big.”
       
       “Sorry,” Laura downplayed it.  “It’s the only one I’ve got today.  Don’t worry, I won’t push it in far.”
       
       But the fear did not leave Shamika’s face.  “I’ve had one that big in my pussy, but . . .”
       
       “Don’t worry, honey,” Laura tried to be as reassuring as possible.  She helped Shamika onto her stomach, almost gasping aloud at the sight of the girl’s amazing bubble ass curving up below her silky black thighs.  “It only hurt for a minute.  I’ll be careful.”
       
       “A minute’s a long time,” Shamika said, wide-eyed, looking back over her shoulder.
       
       “More like a few seconds,” Laura said absently, now lubricating the large shaft with baby oil.  She could see how it might be intimidating.  It was thick and ripply, like a real cock.
       
       “What if I want to stop?”
       
       “Do you?” Laura paused.
       
       Shamika seemed to ponder it, then shook her head.  “I know you won’t hurt me.”
       
       Laura put the baby oil bottle on the bed stand and got into position behind the swelling dark moons of this incredible bottom.  Again the vision of Iola suddenly opening the door on them just as Laura was beginning to ass fuck the darling thing to glory flashed into Laura’s mind.  She gulped, and even shuddered a little.  No, no.  Go away! she told the vision.  I’m not going to hurt her.  She asked for it.  
       
       She realized she was explaining herself to the absent (I hope!) Iola Hughes.  Quickly she banished these thoughts and pried apart Shamika’s hard round buttocks with her fingers, introducing the bulbous head of the greased dildo between them.  But the instant the head pushed up against Shamika’s asshole, Shamika froze.  And yelped.
       
       “Aiiyyyeee!  Stop!  Oh!  Stop, Laura, stop!”
       
       She twisted away from Laura in a semi-violent lunge to the side, leaving Laura on her knees with the well-oiled strap-on dildo bobbing ridiculously out in front of her groin.  It was such an absurd sight that she could not help laughing a little, but Shamika was in no mood for humor.  Her face was still scrunched up in shock.
       
       “Oh god!  It hurt!” she said to Laura, as if accusing her.  But then she quickly softened.  “I’m sorry . . . I know it wasn’t your fault.  It just . . . hurt more than I expected it to.”
       
       “It’s okay,” Laura reassured her again.  “We don’t have to do that.”
       
       Shamika gave her a very ambiguous look, as if to say she was contrite but also shocked at herself for having insisted on it in the first place.  This expression then transitioned into a sort of pout that made her irresistibly desirable.  
       
       Laura reached out and touched her arm.  “How about just a regular . . . you know . . .” she made a gesture with her hand to indicate Shamika might lie down on her back.  Then she moved closer to her, close enough to kiss her silky cheek and again squeeze one of her marvelous breasts.  “How about a regular little fuckee fuckee?”
       
       She looked down at the ridiculous out-jutting strap-on dildo, as if to emphasize her point.  Shamika looked down at it too, and the dread in her face quickly changed into an exuberant sexual excitement.  “I think I could go for that.”
       
       And in a matter of seconds they were heatedly doing it.  Shamika was on her back with her knees up against her shoulders, while Laura hard-fucked and plowed her sweet pussy missionary style, holding the dildo steady with one hand and groping Shamika’s breasts with the other, watching the sexual fires leap alive behind Shamika’s dark eyes as a now-inevitable climax began its steady buildup in her squirming body.
       
       “Kiss me, honey.  Kiss me, honey,” Laura panted to her, peppering her smooth cheeks and her forehead with kisses, then savaging her mouth with a rapacious assault, plunging the dildo deep into her writhing body as she felt Shamika’s flesh stiffen in preparation for a huge cataclysm.
       
       “Laura . . . yes!  Laura . . . yes!” Shamika gasped.
       
       “Ummnngghh!  Ummnngghh!” Laura heard herself grunting as she pumped Shamika into a killing orgasm.
       
       “Auunngghhh!” Shamika suddenly groaned, twisting and coming in sharp spasms under Laura’s thrusting.  “Ohhnnnggg!  Aunngghhhh!  Oh . .. Laura!  God . . . you’re making me come!  I’m going to come again!  Auunngghhh!  Mnnnggeee!  Oh!  Oh!”
       
       And she did come twice, shuddering a second time in Laura’s arms, as Laura scooped up her body and stopped thrusting finally, just holding the shuddering Shamika as the second climax rippled through her quivering flesh.  
       
       She cooed softly to her, nonsense words of affection, as Shamika gasped and panted, taking a few minutes to recover from this sweet explosion.  Then Laura rolled to the side and continued to embrace her, leaving the dildo embedded in Shamika’s pussy.
       
       “You want me to take it out?” she finally asked softly.
       
       Shamika shook her head.  “You fuck better than a guy,” she finally murmured.
       
       “Really,” Laura replied.  “What makes you say that?”
       
       “No guy ever made me come three times in a row.  Even getting them to make you come once is a pain.  They come too fast.  You don’t mind waiting.”
       
       “Oh,” Laura smiled, “I mind a little.”  She got up on her knees and straddled Shamika’s head with her thighs, bringing her oozing pussy close to the girl’s sensual mouth.  “Just give me a little of your tongue and your lips here, and I bet I’ll come too in a few seconds.”
       
       Shamika grinned up at her.  “Maybe someday we can try the ass thing again?”
       
       “Someday.  When you’re ready.”
       
       Shamika was already passionately licking Laura’s aching pussy.  “Tell me if I’m doing it right.”
       
       But Laura was already gone in a hot whirlwind of sexual fire and could only groan and pant happily in reply.  “Yes!  Yes yes!”
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
       
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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, 1999-2011.  It is unlawful to reprint or otherwise distribute this material without the written consent of the author. 



