[Allisha]
Makeeda returned from Los
Angeles in triumph.�
She was glowing; she seemed to smile constantly with a kind of
uncontainable joy that made Laura well up inside in happy empathy with her.� Audiences had flocked to hear her, and she
had received heaps of praise from reviewers in the local papers.�
"God, Laura, they loved me," she
said to Laura, appearing not to believe it.�
"I've spent all this time, years really, trying to reach this moment, and now . . . I find it very hard to believe it's
real."
"It's real," Laura smiled, sharing
in her happiness.� "I told you it would
happen.� Oh ye of
little faith."
Makeeda smiled too, but her eyes
glinted with a hard determination Laura recognized.� "Faith had nothing to do with it," she said,
with a kind of toughness Laura admired and tried to emulate.� "Hard work.� That's what had to do with it."
"I know.� Come here and let me love you.� Come here and make me let you forget for a
few minutes everything but how much I love you."
Makeeda melted.� In seconds she was naked in Laura's arms,
panting and sighing as Laura kissed her body and lovingly invaded it.
"Oh, I love you . . . I love you so
much!" Laura could not keep herself from exclaiming.
"I know, Laura . . . I know . . .
anngghhhh!� Oh god, I know.� I love you too.� More than life . . . more even than this
joy.� Every minute I was down there I was
thinking of you.� Unhhhh!�� Oh shit, yes, right there!� God, you're going to make me come so quick!� Unhhh!"
And she did come quickly.� Laura plunged her into a wrenching, squealing
orgasm in less than another minute.� Even
without a long buildup or preparation, Makeeda had one of her deep, trancelike
climaxes, swooning and reeling and sinking so low that Laura could only hold
her quivering body and hope she would soon reach the end of it, before her
heart stopped.�
When the hurricane passed, Makeeda
stirred and held Laura tightly and kissed her with deep, almost tragic emotion.� "Oh god, don't ever leave me," she said in a
hushed, barely audible voice.
"I have no plans to leave you,"
Laura said calmly, kissing her back with equal intensity.
"I have to go away again.� I'm always afraid when I go away that you'll
meet someone else."
Laura tried not to blush with
shame.� She had met someone else.� It had
nothing to do with her deep love for Makeeda, but she had spent some nights in
Shelley's arms and bed, rutting like a horny female goat.� It was hard not to feel guilty about that,
given what Makeeda had just said.
"I love only you," Laura soothed her.� "I love only you.� I love you to the end of time.� Please believe me."
Makeeda pulled back and looked deep
into her eyes.� "I do believe you," she
whispered.
"Where are you going?"
"To New Jersey."� Makeeda suddenly beamed, as if she were now
springing a secret on Laura that she had impatiently held this long.� "I'm going to cut a CD.� An independent label wants to put out a CD .
. . of me!� Me!� Oh god, Laura, I think I'm going to die of
happiness.� You and my success all came
along at the same time.� I think they're
related.� I think you brought me this
success."
Laura shook her head.� "You brought it.� You worked for it.� It would've come whether I happened along or
not."
"Don't say that," Makeeda murmured
solemnly, touching Laura's cheek.� "I believe
you brought me everything.� I believe you
made everything possible.� I'm so sorry I
tried to turn you away.� I love you,
Laura."
"You better tell me more about this
CD business before I drag you back to the mat, my darling.� You have the power to set me aflame, you
know."
Suddenly Makeeda's mood changed,
and she was very dismissive.� "Oh, it
probably doesn't mean anything," she sniffed, putting on a brave face.� "It's just CDs to put by the door when people
come and see you.� In case they want to
buy one for a souvenir.� Nobody makes any
money off it these days.� Anyway,
everybody's ripping off the songs over the Internet.� They don't pay for anything any more."
"They do when they come to see
you."
"God, they came in droves,
Laura.� You've never seen so many
people.� The club had to rent extra
chairs and tables.� It was almost a fire
hazard."
"Mmmm, you're the fire hazard for
me," Laura growled softly, pulling her down again on the sheet.� "I can't get enough of this fantastic,
perfect body."
Makeeda grew kittenish, knowing the
sexual power she had over Laura.� "You
just want me for my body," she teased.�
Laura was busily kissing her body
everywhere, unable to block a fresh wave of feverish lust.� "Your beautiful body is a path to your soul
that I love, my darling," she panted.�
"And I am going to fuck your body and give your soul an orgasm."
Makeeda dissolved in happy, throaty
giggles, embracing Laura and growing more aggressive sexually herself,
apparently unwilling to give Laura another chance at her before she repaid her
previous debt.� "Me first," she murmured,
kissing Laura deeply, emotionally.� "Me first.� Lie
back.� You get to have a soul orgasm
first."
Makeeda would be gone in New
Jersey, cutting her CD, for about ten days, and
Laura, glowing with deep love for her, made an unwise secret vow to remain
chaste during that period.� It won't hurt
you, she cautioned herself.� You can
practice fidelity and maybe get good at it.�
But Shelley was too tempting.� She too knew what it was like to have a lover
far away.� With Shelley Laura had a
deeply satisfying sexual relationship that did not threaten her feelings for
Makeeda, and it was hard to renounce.� She
expected it to keep her well occupied until Makeeda returned, not counting on a
ravishing young girl she began to see nearly every day on the metro on her way
to work.
At first, true to her vows, she
tried to ignore the girl, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen and was
utterly gorgeous, so much so that Laura could not understand why everyone else
on the rail car wasn't staring at her as much as Laura wanted to do but with
difficulty refrained from doing.� She had
long hair, as long as Laura's, that was tastefully streaked
dark honey gold.� She had dark flashing
eyes and smooth dark brown skin and a fantastically small waist, which
accentuated the rest of her slender figure, her delicious bottom, her small
breasts, her long thin legs.�
She was very self-composed, dressed
neatly and conservatively, and kept to herself, sitting almost primly in a
window seat, and reading a small book.� She
was effortlessly beautiful and did nothing to call attention to herself, which
only made her more desirable to Laura.�
The metro light rail car had a line
of single seats along one side, where the girl usually sat, having got on long
before Laura and thus having her pick.� But
one morning the single seats were full, and she was sitting on the other side,
next to the window in one of the double seats.�
The seat next to her was, miraculously Laura thought, empty.� Laura mustered up the courage to sit in it.
"Hi," she said, brightly but
softly, a friendly greeting but not so intrusive as to require anything but a
smile in return.
Which was exactly
what she got.� The girl turned
from her book and gave Laura a pleasantly blank smile, not even showing her
teeth, her black eyes opaque and guarded, as most people's were on public
transportation.� Laura didn't blame her a
bit.� This stranger,
being overly friendly.� No
conversations, please, the girl's eyes said.
But Laura realized that her own
choices were limited.� This was the
first, and maybe the last, time a seat was available next to the girl.� Makeeda would be out of town for another nine
days or so.� Laura knew she would not
feel able to make contact with this girl if Makeeda were home.� She could not let this moment pass.
"I love your hair," she said
softly, after a decent interval.� "I keep
looking at it every morning.� It's so . .
. unusual."�
By this she meant that most black
women did not have such long or soft or flowing hair, and not this rich brown
color either.� She knew that the girl
understood exactly what she was saying, but now she could not help but feel
self-conscious, as if she had strayed over the line and said something mildly
racist or at least too familiar.� But
instead of growing more remote, the girl smiled more widely at her, this time
showing her even white teeth.
"Thank you."
"Is that . . . the natural color?"
She shook her head.� Her thick, beautiful hair moved.� "My Mom's a beautician.� She does it for me."
Laura smiled.� The girl went back to her book.� Laura didn't know how to resume.� Anything she said now would seem too
forward.� She waited, nervous, pretending
to read her newspaper, hoping something would happen to allow her to speak
again.� Finally they reached the Powell
Street station.�
The girl made motions to indicate that she was going to get off and
Laura should let her out of the window seat.
"Oh . . . this is your stop, isn't
it," Laura said, quickly clutching her own bag and paper, standing.� "I . . . have to get off here too today," she
improvised.� "I have to stop by Merrill's
on my way to work to pick up something."
The girl smiled tightly, as if to
say, I hope you aren't going to harass me any further with your
pleasantries.� They emerged onto the
sidewalk walking next to each other, but the girl suddenly veered left.�
"Oh . . ." Laura half-groaned
disconsolately, unable to keep her disappointment from showing.� "I was hoping . . . we could talk."
She hardly believed she had said
this and began blushing almost the instant the girl
turned, a few paces away, to face her again.�
The girl was smiling sardonically.�
"Forgive me for being blunt," she
said, "but are you a lesbian?"
Laura bit her lower lip and
shuffled her feet a little.� "Is it so
obvious?"
She expected the girl to snarl and
stalk off, but instead she smiled more warmly and came back.� "Not really," she said softly.� "I'm . . . kind of flattered."
Laura looked at her intently,
waiting for some further affirmation.�
"Oh . . . I'm not one myself," the
girl hastened to add, still smiling.� "I
. . . did once, though.� I mean . . ."� She stalled,
uncertain how to continue, clearly as confused as Laura was and troubled by her
hint of a confession, which appeared to have slipped out unintentionally.
"You 'did' once?" Laura murmured
softly, smiling back.�
"Oh, my best girl
friend and I . . . a long time ago.�
She sort of . . . how do they say it, jumped my bones?"
The obvious question was: And did
you like it?� Laura decided not to be
obvious.�
"Can I buy you a cup of
coffee?� It's only seven-thirty."� She checked her watch.
"I'm already late," the girl shook
her head. "I'm supposed to be there
at seven-thirty."
God, here we are standing on Market
Street in front of the Bank of America, barely
awake, talking about how her girl friend once jumped her bones, Laura
thought.� How weird.�
"Lunch, then."
"Got plans," the girl smirked,
clearly enjoying Laura's anxiety.
Laura smiled indulgently.� Okay, darling, I'll do anything for you, if
that's what you want.� I'll humiliate
myself to the max.� You are so gorgeous.
"Dinner?"
"Maybe we could hook up after
work."� She was friendly but noncommittal.� "I'm living back at home though, for a while.� Has to be somewhere else."
"I have a place," Laura said
evenly.� "I mean, I live alone."
The girl gave her a sweetly
salacious grin.� She was even bolder and
more intriguing than Laura had realized.�
"How nice."�
She flirted with Laura, tossing her hair, the rich mahogany mane of hair
that had first attracted her.� "Meet you
here at five?"
Laura nodded.� "I'll be here."� She smiled at the lovely creature, so fresh,
candid, and unpredictable.� She watched
her again walking away in the other direction.�
"Don't be late," she called after her.�
"I might panic."
The girl looked over her shoulder
and laughed.� "I'll be here."
Laura was all aflutter as she
walked away herself, in the opposite direction.�
Hook up, she was thinking.� Isn't
that the phrase the kids use nowadays?�
She said hook up.� She seems so
receptive, after at first being so aloof.�
I can't figure her out.� But she's
so . . . adorable.� So
sassy and gorgeous.� God, I'm wet.
At five
o'clock Laura was there.�
Work had been impossibly tedious all day, since she could not keep
dwelling on what might await her.� She
had debated being five minutes late, just to show that she was not completely
in the power of this girl.� I don't even
know her name! she thought.� But then, what if she were
five minutes late, and the girl decided that four minutes was all she would
wait for this possible sexual adventure.�
If there were to be one.� Laura still wondered if the girl was toying
with her.� After all, her hunger was
obvious, as well as almost comically intense.
The girl did not show up until ten
minutes after five.�
"Hi," she said brightly, strolling
up slowly and catching Laura from behind.�
"Sorry I'm late."� She smiled, a relaxed, happy smile.
"I . . . don't even know your
name," Laura blurted out nervously.� "Oh
. . . I'm sorry.� Hi.� Glad you could make it."
"My name is Allisha," the girl
extended her hand, still smiling.� "With two 'ells'.�
Allisha Bannister.� Actually,
Bannister is my married name, but I'm getting a divorce.� That's why I'm back living at home with Mom
and Daddy.� They live in Forest
Knolls.� Know where that is?"
"It's on the hill up above my
condo," Laura smiled back, shaking Allisha's (with two ells) shapely dark
hand.� "That's why we see each other on
the metro all the time."
"Actually," Allisha leaned slightly
forward, as if to share a secret, "I never noticed you until this morning.� I keep pretty much to myself.� No eye contact.� Never know what nasty person might be wanting to meet you."
"I hope that doesn't apply to me,"
Laura laughed, tossing her own hair a little, flirting.
Allisha shook her head.� "You don't look like a rapist creep to me."
"Thanks for that, anyway.� I'm Laura Robbins."
"Well, Laura Robbins.� Are we going to your place?"
"I would love it if you would,"
Laura said awkwardly.� She wanted to add,
I promise not to attack you, but suddenly wondered if maybe Allisha did not
want to be seduced, if that were the word.�
Maybe this business about her divorce made her more agreeable to a
sexual adventure.
A few minutes later they were
standing side by side on the metro train, holding the overhead straps, swaying
and trying not to jostle each other as the car lurched.� Laura had never ceased to wonder why there
were always a few seats in the morning but never a one in the afternoon.
"You don't look old enough to have
been married and divorced already," Laura murmured to her.
"I'm nineteen.� I was only married for eight months.� He's an unbelievable shit.� Doesn't say much for my
judgment.� He did my girl friend."� She made a long, sardonic face.� "Needless to say, she and I don't see each
other any more.� He even tried to do my
mother.� He's lucky he got divorced
instead of dead."
Laura swallowed.� "Well . . . at least maybe now you can learn
your lessons and move on."� A dorky
platitude, but it was the best she could offer.
Allisha grinned very broadly at
this.� "Maybe you have some lessons to teach me, eh, Laura?"
Laura blushed slightly.� This was a very revealing conversation to be
having in a packed commuter rail car, where dozens of other people were crammed
up against them.� She smiled tightly at
Allisha to tell her to save it for later.�
"Tell me about your job.� Where do
you work?"
In another twenty minutes they
reached the Forest Hill Station, and walked to Laura's car,� a couple of blocks away.� In another five minutes they were inside
Laura's place, and the atmosphere suddenly became more tense
as both of them maneuvered, unsure how to begin.
"Glass of wine?"
Laura suggested.
Allisha had a sassy, intriguing
little smirk that she used both to flirt and to parry unwelcome remarks, which
Laura had noticed several times and now began to relish.� She gave it to Laura now.� "I guess so.�
Sounds okay."
"If you'd rather have something
else . . ."
"Wine's fine."� She looked around Laura's condo
bemusedly.� "You live here by yourself?"
"Yes."
Allisha gave her the smirk again,
as if to say: liar!� She found several
music books stacked on the coffee table.�
"You a musician?"
Laura shook her head, pouring a
glass of wine for each of them.� She had
forgotten the books were there.� "They
belong to a . . . friend.� She's a
singer."
Now Allisha's eyes reflected her
understanding of something more complex going on.� "You cheating on her
with me?"
Laura blushed.� She truly did feel like she was cheating, so
it was hard to behave otherwise.� "She's
out of town," she said, bringing Allisha's glass of wine to her.� "Cutting a record.� A CD.� I . . . guess I am, in a way.� I couldn't resist meeting you.� You're very beautiful, Allisha.� I suppose you know that."
Allisha nodded
matter-of-factly.� "I have two sisters,"
she squint-smiled.� "The
bright one, the funny one, the pretty one.� I'm the pretty one."
Laura clinked
her glass against Allisha's and they both took a sip.� "You seem pretty smart,
and funny enough to me, too."
"Not really funny like my sister
Ty.� Short for Tyreta.� She could be a stand-up comic."
"I'm not really . . . cheating on
her," Laura returned to the issue.� "I
mean, she doesn't know.� I couldn't
resist you."
She could see an almost
instantaneous change in Allisha's eyes, as if this very solemn compliment made
Laura irresistible to her too.� "You are
pretty beautiful yourself, Laura.� I mean
. . . hard to resist, too."
"Gosh, we're a mutual admiration
society."� She set her half-full wine
glass down on the glass coffee table, next to the music books.� She indicated with her head for Allisha to
set hers down too.� "I'm sorry, I've been wanting to do this for days.� Weeks, maybe."
She took Allisha's face in both
hands and slowly pressed her lips into the girl's amazingly sensual mouth.� Some girls�Shelley, for instance�would have
kissed back, hungrily, aggressively, immediately.� But Allisha merely let herself be kissed at
first.� Her sensual lips were soft and
yielding but did not move against Laura's.�
Nor did they open.
Finally, Laura pulled back a
little.� "Am I doing something wrong?"
Allisha broke into a warm
smile.� "You're doing everything just
right," she breathed, now pushing her mouth into Laura's and starting to kiss
back ardently.
Laura could feel her blood leap
through her body, and her pussy almost gush with
juice.� In seconds she and Allisha were
devouring each other's mouth, their tongues coiling feverishly, their teeth clanking.� Laura ran her hands up Allisha's back to her
shoulders, embracing her, digging her fingers into the girl's lean flesh
through her blouse.� Allisha had a
beautiful long neck, and Laura slid her mouth down to it.
"I've wanted to do this for weeks,"
she breathed, running her lips down the smooth dark column.� "I sat in seats behind you and looked at your
beautiful neck . . . whenever this gorgeous hair slid to the side.� And I wanted to kiss it and suck it like
this."
"Uhhh . . .
uhnnnn!" Allisha panted, very excited by Laura's mouth on her neck.� "I never knew you . . . unhhhh . . . wanted
to . . . or I would've . . . unhhhh!� I
would've let you before.� Unhhhh!� Oh yes!"
"I love kissing you," Laura panted
too.� "Let's sit down here and kiss some
more.� We don't have to rush."
Allisha smiled, as if pleasantly
surprised.� "I thought we were really
going to go for it there for a moment," she confessed as they sat down side by
side on the white sofa.� "You got me sort
of hot."
"Me too."� Laura opened her arms and drew the lovely
girl into them.� "I love to kiss you too
much to hurry things."
"Mmmmm, kissing is good," Allisha
purred.� "I like it too.� I never really get to do it enough.� The only time I ever kissed this much was that
time I told you about."
Laura was kissing her face all over
passionately.� "You mean with your girl
friend?� When she jumped your bones?"
"Yup.� I guess we kissed a lot at first because
neither one of us had ever done it before.�
You know, with another girl.� We
weren't quite sure if we should go on."
"But you did."
"God, yes.� Oh, that feels good."
"Tell me about it.� I love to hear about first times.� Did you come?"
Allisha smiled slyly.� "That's the point, isn't it?� Yeah, we both came.� After a while."
"Tell me about it."
Allisha grew momentarily very
serious.� "You know, I will tell you about it.� Later.� But right now I think we ought to go into
your bedroom and . . . you know, do what we came here
to do.� I'm getting pretty wet down
there."
"Me too," Laura grinned.� "One last kiss."
"Okay."
This time they kissed like there
was no tomorrow.� Laura didn't know if
she had kissed anyone this passionately, or been kissed back, since her first
time with Makeeda.� Her heart fluttered,
and her pussy throbbed.� Allisha had a
long, sinuous tongue which nearly slithered all the way down Laura's
throat.� Laura even came up gasping for
air, which made Allisha giggle.
"Did I make you gag?� It's my specialty.� I've got a real long tongue.� I can tickle your tonsils."� She mashed her beautiful lips into
Laura's.� "I can stick it up your pussy
too.� Want to feel it?"
"Oh god, do I ever," Laura panted,
pulling her up off the sofa with one arm, then down the hallway towards her
bedroom.
Their clothes flew off.� Laura liked slow disrobing, and helping each
other, but she also realized that this hot, urgent need, so hot that you could
hardly control your breathing or the shaking of your hands as you tore off your
own clothes and watched your new lover doing the same, was rare and
phenomenally exciting.� She hadn't really
been in this kind of frenzy since the old days with Yvette, or Jane, when they
were both so fiercely hungry for fucking that they risked ripping everything in
their frantic haste.
Allisha wore a gauzy bronze wrap on
top that unwound off her slender body very quickly.� Under it she wore a plain black bra, which
also came off quickly, revealing small, 32 C, adorable breasts with large dark
brownish/purplish areolas.� Laura could
never get over the marvelous array of different colors of black girls'
nipples.� Allisha saw her looking and
grinned with salacious narcissism, even cupping the small twin globes in both
hands, raising them one by one to her mouth, snaking out her long tongue to
lick each nipple suggestively while she gazed meaningfully at Laura from under
her heavy eyelids.
"Bet you want to do this," she
laughed softly.
Here was a girl who knew well her
own charms, Laura reflected, quickly tearing off the rest of her own clothes
and underwear.� She pulled the naked
Allisha down with her on the bed.� "I
want to do everything," she murmured in reply, sucking the girl's gorgeous neck
again and filling her hands with Allisha's marvelous breasts.
"Tell me you want to fuck me,"
Allisha breathed, squirming as Laura sucked her neck and squeezed her beautiful
naked breasts.� "I can see it in your
eyes, but god it gets me hot when you say it."
"I . . . want . . . to . . . fuck .
. . you . . . my darling Allisha," Laura murmured into her ear, following the
words with her tongue.� "I want to make
you come unbelievably."
"You're sure doing it.� I'm halfway there already."
"Oh no . . . oh no," Laura
cautioned, slowing down.� "This isn't
going to be fast.� I want you slow and
completely."
Allisha giggled.� "What's that mean?� 'Completely'?"
"It means I want to eat you alive,"
Laura growled softly.� "Every
delicious inch of you.� God, you
are beautiful, darling.� I don't know if
you know how beautiful you really are."
Allisha stopped giggling and grew
solemn and sexy.� "You're beautiful too,"
she whispered, touching Laura's lips with one fingertip.� "I had lesbians hit on me before.� I didn't tell you.� They were kind of . . . whatdoyoucallit . . .
butch?� I was waiting for one like you to
do it."
"All I can say is I feel sorry for
the other ones," Laura purred, dropping her mouth to Allisha's exquisite naked
breasts.�
Laura was a connoisseur of breasts,
but these were off the chart.�
Scrumptious little round breasts, so firm, oddly colored dark nipples
that made her mouth water.� I must be
careful not to suck them too hard or I'll hurt her, she cautioned herself.� I just want to swallow them, and maul them
with love.
She restrained herself, but not too
much.� She held Allisha's breasts in her
hands and let the tip of her tongue dance over the girl's large nipples,
stabbing the thick, protruding centers and slowly licking the smooth
surrounding areolas, feeling the tiny bumps rise up against her tongue.� Allisha squirmed and panted, looking down at
Laura's tongue on her nipples.
"You better do more than that," she
panted, writhing her body to push her breasts harder
against Laura's lips.�
"Mmmmm, like
this?" Laura teased, opening her lips and taking one entire large nipple
inside, sucking it tenderly at first, then more sharply.
"Unhhh!� Oh yes!�
Just like that!"
Laura had to take care here that
they both didn't go up in flames.� Having
Allisha's sensitive nipple inside her mouth for the first time seemed almost
enough to ignite both of them into a raging bonfire.� Allisha stiffened and moaned, and Laura could
feel the hot, rippling fires of lust shoot through her whole body.� She slackened her lips a little and stroked
Allisha's thick, throbbing nipple with her tongue instead of sucking it.
"Careful . . . careful . . ." she
murmured, releasing and licking it with passionate love.� "Now the other one."
"Oh god, I'm going to come if you
keep doing that!" Allisha confessed in a hushed, stunned tone of voice.
Laura smiled up at her.� "Then I'm going to stop.� I don't want you to come yet.� Are they really that sensitive?"
Allisha nodded.� "When my girlfriend and I did it . . . that
time I told you about?� I came when she
sucked them.� It shocked me.� Just a little sharp jolt, but it was really
an orgasm.� Both of us were so
surprised.� It just happened.� I felt that way a minute ago, when you were
sucking me.� Like I
might do it again."
This was a fine dilemma for
Laura.� It was so exciting to hear that
she was tempted to go for it right then.�
If I just suck her wildly, right now, she might come.� God, that would be
so hot.� But I don't want her to come
yet.� I want to feast on her beauty.� I want to devour her lovely gash, which I can
smell heating and wetting up for me right now.�
She cradled Allisha's other perfect
little breast in her hands.� "I'm going
to suck this one too.� I can't restrain
myself."� She smiled.� "If you come, go for it, honey.� Otherwise, I'm going to lick your lovely
pussy until you die of coming."
Allisha bit her lower lip and said
nothing.� Her dark eyes were swirling
with excited sexual waves.� Laura was
more careful with this exquisite second nipple, laving it tenderly with her
tongue, but unable finally to resist taking it into her mouth.� The hell with licking, she thought; I want to
devour this beautiful breast.�
She sucked it gently, and Allisha
cooed and quivered.� "Oh god, that feels
so good."
"Are you going to come?"
"Not yet.� I . . . think.� Oh god, I might if you do that harder."
Laura resisted the temptation.� She spent another minute worshipping
Allisha's lovely breast, sucking and tonguing it gently, but then moved lower,
realizing as she kissed her way down the girl's long, hard stomach that Allisha
needed no further preparation.� She was
almost insane with need already, writhing and whimpering, deliciously supple
and yielding.
For the first time, now that
Allisha was lying on her back, Laura noticed a wide, elongated stain of darker
skin under her right breast, which was concealed by the perfect round globe
when she was sitting up.� It was about
the size of one of her large nipples, but more ovoid in shape.� Laura as usual was captivated by these small
flaws or pigmentation errors and spent some time kissing it.
"You found my splat," Allisha
giggled self-consciously, watching Laura's lips move caressingly over the
darker skin.�
"I love your 'splat,'" Laura teased
her.� "God, you are so beautiful.� Even your birthmark is beautiful."
"You think so?" Allisha asked
coyly.� "You don't think it's hideous?"
"I think it's the opposite of
hideous," Laura said, kissing the birthmark feverishly now, and stroking the
rest of Allisha's wonderful body aggressively with both hands.� "It is too gorgeous.� It is the little flaw that makes you
perfect."
Allisha didn't, like some girls,
make a lot of noise.� Her moaning was
soft and sporadic, her whimpering intermittent, and occasionally a helpless
little squeak would escape her throat as Laura's tongue and lips began to
approach the puckered black flower of her beautifully shaped pussy.� Laura was in no hurry, enjoying these signs
of arousal, and skillfully kissing all the smooth dark brown skin of Allisha's
belly and hard thin thighs and spreading the hair of her thatch gently away so
that she could suck the part where each thigh met her groin.
"Unhhh!� Anggghhh!"� This finally got a groan out of Allisha,
whose long supple body stiffened a little with fresh excitement.
"Mmmm, you like that," Laura
purred.
"Ohhhh . . . I like
everything.� Laura . . . you do it so good."
Laura barely heard her since she
was inhaling deeply, letting her head fill with the thick musk emitted by the
girl's ripe, shiny, tumescent pussy, which was inflamed within and already
puckering for her approach.� I am going
to make this beautiful pussy sing, she thought, first kissing the thin, wet
outer lips lightly, spreading the black filaments of hair away with her
fingers, feeling Allisha's body tense up with excitement and anticipation.� Darling, you have never had anyone make love
to your gorgeous black pussy the way Laura is about to do, she thought.� Get ready to fly to heaven.
Now she let the tip of her tongue
slip inside.� It was warm and squinchy
wet and coppery tasting.� She pushed her
tongue in further.� Allisha was panting
but made no other noise.� Her hips and
lower body were motionless, as if she were holding herself steady to receive
everything Laura had to offer her.�
She had a long protective hood over
her clit, which Laura pulled back with her fingertips, exposing the taut little
bead.� Then she withdrew her tongue
slowly from Allisha's cunt and pulled it up along the girl's clit.� This time Allisha could not keep a tiny,
clotted yelp from escaping her throat.
"Nnnuunnhhhh!"
Her hips juddered a little, and she
gasped sharply.� But just as quickly, she
fell silent again, twisting and panting again, but not moaning.� Laura worked slowly.� She was not to be deprived of her pleasure,
which was extreme at this moment, her lips slathered
with fragrant pussy juices, her tongue busy invading the secret creases and
stroking the hidden nerves of Allisha's glistening, streaming furrow.�
"I love your pussy," she murmured softly
after a while, knowing how these simple words could inflame a sweet victim of
her hungry passions.
"Oh!" Allisha whimpered in response,
unable to say anything else.�
Laura let her eyes drift up to the
girl's face, a really beautiful face, she realized again, now contorted by
intense pleasure.� Allisha's brow was
furrowed, her mouth curled in a cry of agonizing pleasure that never escaped.� She looked at Laura, her eyes filling with
desperation before rolling up.
"Oh!" she gasped again, this time
in a smaller, more distant voice.
"Does that feel good?" Laura half-teased, now slipping two fingers into Allisha's pussy at
the same time that she licked it.
"Oh god yes!"
Laura had had an inspiration.� She was going for Allisha's g-spot.� She marveled that she often forgot this, in
her huge passion and urgency.� She recalled
how Kim, long ago now, had once told her that she went for a girl's g-spot
every time.� She certainly had found
Laura's immediately, and caused many crushing, often multiple orgasms that
way.� Laura had done it too, but in her
haste to make her lover come she often overlooked this avenue.� Of course, some girls appeared not to have
one either, but that was no excuse not to try finding it.
Now, however, she was
determined.� Allisha was becoming more
beautiful by the second, now writhing and whimpering softly as Laura fucked her
with the two fingers, palm up so that she could rub the forward inner wall of
Allisha's cunt with her two fingertips.� She
did not know if Allisha knew what she was up to, but the girl for a moment
lifted her head off the mattress, looking down at Laura again, a worried,
almost frightened expression crossing her face, as if some premonition told her
that a horrific and convulsive orgasm unlike any she had felt before was about
to clutch her.
Maybe she's never had one of these
g-spot climaxes before, Laura thought, smiling up at her.� Just hold on, darling.� This one'll blow you apart.
But it didn't come quickly.� Just as well for me, Laura thought, because I
could keep doing this forever.� She fell
into a slow rhythm.� Her fingers slid in
and out of Allisha's tight but warm and soupy pussy, probing and searching, but
also just fucking her steadily in a patient, deliberate rhythm, while her
tongue danced around the girl's swelling clit, stroking it, stabbing it,
bringing her along.�
Allisha, though she had not
mentioned it, appeared to be one of those girls who did not come easily, or
quickly.� It took her a while to build up
to the inevitable moment.� She fell into
a gentle rhythm of rising and falling currents, her soft panting accelerating
for a time, and her body tensing, clenching a little, even being overtaken by
false mini-shudders, as if a climax were trying to escape, then slowly falling
back into a trough, her breath slackening again, her muscles relaxing, her
pelvis only dipping and undulating slowly instead of churning and bucking.
Through it all she was fairly
silent, the only sounds being her faster or slower breathing.� This, and only this, was a little unnerving
to Laura, who loved hearing acoustical confirmation of her impact, who took
moans and whimpers as cues to her success and guides to further
exploration.� She was busily tonguing and
sucking Allisha's beautiful pussy, and slowly fucking her with two fingers at
the same time, never having abandoned her slow, careful search for the little
knot of nerves inside the wall of Allisha's cunt that would suddenly take the
girl into a whole new dimension of sexual rapture.
A few times Laura thought she had
touched it.� Allisha at these instants
would jerk, and her breathing would come like a gunshot.� Laura would wait an infinitesimal moment to
see if it was true, but then Allisha would fall back to the bed, mewling
softly, and resume her even breathing and gentle churning.� But Laura allowed none of this to disturb
her.� She knew Allisha was going to come,
and Allisha apparently knew it too, for never did she seem desperate or
anguished about the length of time she was taking.� She knew she had a beautiful body and that
Laura was enjoying it to the fullest.
"Oh honey . . . you are so
beautiful . . ." Laura purred to her, letting her free hand slide up Allisha's
undulating body to one of her scrumptious breasts, which she squeezed
fervently, rolling and gently pinching Allisha's large, erect nipple between
her thumb and forefinger.� "I want you to
come.� I want you to come so hard."
"Unhhhh!"
Allisha gasped, the first sound she had made in
several long minutes.� "Oh . . . oh Laura
. . . oh . . . I think you're going to . . . get your wish!"
"Oh, is it close, honey?"
"Yes.� Unhhhh!�
Oh . . . yes . . . it's close."
This made Laura quicken the
pace.� She began probing and frigging her
faster, and now lashed Allisha's swollen clit with her
tongue and sucked it feverishly.� She had
not found the g-spot, but it would have to wait.� Maybe there wasn't one.� In any case, Allisha was going to come any
second now, and there was no way anything would prevent it.� Yes, honey, yes . . . honey!� Yes!�
Do it!� Now!� Do it!
Allisha's body gave an odd twitch,
and her flexing thighs closed spastically for a brief moment on Laura's head
before parting again.� Then her whole
pelvis rose off the mattress and began swirling and shuddering visibly.� Still she made no noise other than her harsh,
rapid breathing, but her entire lower body seemed to be wrenched by
uncontrollable spasms.
Oh god, she's coming! Laura
thought.� Not screaming but still
coming.� She didn't move but still held
the squirming girl's clit between her lips.�
Her greasy fingers were still embedded in Allisha's clenching pussy, and
she was still rubbing the front wall, trying . . . trying.
"Unhhh!"
Allisha finally yelped in a tiny, choked off voice.
"Oh yes, honey!" Laura encouraged
her.
Realizing that this was only the
beginning, that the rest of the orgasm was only waiting to burst through, Laura
began sucking and probing more frantically.�
Finally a sharp convulsion shook Allisha, and a deep groan escaped her
lungs.
"Annnggghhhh!"
Now there was no mistaking it.�� She was coming fiercely, and Laura devoured
her, wanting to make it the best.� And
surprisingly, in the midst of her orgasm Allisha's straining body suddenly gave
another sharp twitch, and Laura knew without a doubt that she had touched the
spot.� In the middle of her orgasm,
Allisha was suddenly overwhelmed by an even deeper, more crushing one that
seemed to well up from inside the first one.�
"Unnngghmmmiiieeee!" she yelped,
her face frozen in an ecstatic rapture that was ripping through her whole
writhing body.� "Oh!"
Laura rubbed.� She rubbed and sucked, realizing that
Allisha's first orgasm, triggered by Laura stimulating her clit, had somehow
given birth to this second one, which had resulted from Laura touching her
g-spot.�
"Mmmmmmggggg . .
. oh GOD!" Allisha cried out, as even another wave of orgasmic shock
wrenched her, the third and final one.
Through it all Laura never let up,
though now that Allisha had come three times, the last two such overpowering
orgasms that one might wonder why she hadn't passed out, she stopped actually
sucking the girl's clit, fearing it had become over-sensitive, and merely held
it gently between her lips.� She also
finally stopped rubbing the magic spot.
They remained this way in a sort of
suspended animation, while Allisha traveled slowly through the pleasurable fog
of her multiple orgasms, and after a time her body began to recover, and she
began to stir, her breathing having returned to normal.� Laura carefully released her clit from her
lips and began to withdraw her fingers, but Allisha giggled and closed her
thighs on Laura's hand.
"Leave them there," she said,
grinning down at Laura with a face that betrayed the devastating ecstasy she
had just been through.� "I like it."
Laura smiled at her.� "I can imagine you do."
"I never came like that," Allisha
confessed.� "I mean more than once.� You . . . touched something.� I just went off."
She grinned mischievously and shimmied her hips slightly, so that Laura's well-lubricated
fingers slipped around inside the tight wet sleeve of her cunt.�
"You better be careful or it might
happen again," Laura teased her.
"God, I hope so," Allisha
laughed.� "Never knew I could come like
that.� Is that the famous g-spot?"
Laura grinned.� "I guess it is.� Sure felt like it."
"Gee!" Allisha laughed
satirically.� "Gee, if it is I'd like
more of that.� I can just say 'Gee gee
gee!' and come come come.� Wow, it really
just about killed me."
Laura, whose two fingers were still
embedded in Allisha's marvelous tight pussy, looked at her questioningly.� "You want me to try for another one?"
Allisha shook her head slowly,
becoming serious.� "You can take them out
now.� I don't think I could survive
another one like that just yet.� We'll
wait."� She twisted her body around and
sat up as Laura wiped her fingers on the edge of the sheet.� "Do you have one?"
"I think so.� I used to have a girlfriend who went for the
money every time."
"And don't tell me.� She hit it nearly every time, too.� It must have been exhausting."
A slow, warm grin of remembrance
spread across Laura's face as she recalled the eccentric and scorching female
panther, Kim.� "It was . . . very
memorable," she murmured.
Now Allisha grew warm and attentive
and affectionate herself, rubbing up against Laura and kissing her shoulder,
raising one hand to Laura's naked breasts and fondling them excitedly.� "Do you think I could find it?� Yours?� And make you
come like that?"
Laura smiled and leaned forward,
finding Allisha's wildly sensual mouth with her own and kissing it
aggressively.� "I don't see why we
couldn't give it a spin," she panted.�
"You've got me pretty hot already.�
Watching you come like that made me throb.� Want to try it?"
Allisha beamed.� "I sure do.�
Here, lay back and let your new girlfriend show you what she's been
saving up for only you."
Allisha, though she may have only
done it once, was no stranger to girl-girl love, and had few inhibitions.� She apparently considered herself something
of a sexual artiste, and Laura in only seconds was nearly climbing the
walls.� Allisha swallowed her nipples,
Allisha tongue-buzzed her clit until she was moaning and twisting like a tornado.� Allisha, Laura was quickly reminded, had a
very long tongue, and Laura thought she might squeal
uncontrollably as she felt it snake up into her flowing pussy.� For a second it almost felt like Allisha was
trying to find her g-spot with her tongue instead of her fingers.� Laura quivered and heard herself whinnying
uncontrollably.
By the time Allisha tried to find
her g-spot with her fingertips instead of her tongue, Laura was almost past
caring if she succeeded.� All she wanted
to do was come, and come immediately.�
She squirmed and whimpered, pulling her own nipples with her fingers and
churning her hips frantically.
"Oh!� Oh!"
"Mmmm, Laura, I think you're
getting there," Allisha smiled up at her.�
"You're not waiting for me."
"Ahnnn!"
"Ooohh, maybe
that's it!" Allisha exclaimed, feeling Laura's body twitch.
"Oh yes!� Ungghhh!"
Allisha poured on the heat, rubbing
the inside of Laura's pussy vigorously, then
lip-sucking her clit until Laura was exploding in sharp sunbursts of glorious
coming. �
"Annngghhhmmnnggiiieeee!" she cried
out, her body wrenched and wracked by piercing spasms of ecstasy.
Unlike Allisha, Laura was an
extravagant moaner when in the throes of a thrilling climax.� She gulped and screamed and followed her
scream with long, whinnying groans as her body flipped and surged off the
mattress, shuddering and shaking in a series of hammering blows, until she
swore she had come at least twice and possibly three times.� The orgasms seemed to blend together until it
was impossible to break them into segments; it had felt like one continuous
convulsion, punctuated by brief lulls.�
She was barely able to breathe as the crushing climax subsided; then her
breath slowly returned.
"Oh god, honey, you are a miracle,"
she gasped to Allisha, who was now sliding up to embrace her and kiss her
cheek.
"One good turn deserves another,"
she whispered, smiling.� "You come good.� You scream.� Hope your neighbors can't hear."
Laura giggled softly.� "I bought this place specifically to make
sure nobody could hear.� I tested it
first."
"You're very clever," Allisha said,
kissing her.� "Your
friend the singer.� She must have
a strong voice.� You sure nobody can hear
her?"
"If they can, I hope they enjoy
it.� She has a beautiful voice."
"She scream
like you?"
Laura laughed and shook her
head.� "She screams much better."
"Wish I could hear her, then.� I don't scream.� I guess you noticed."
Laura nodded.� "It doesn't matter.� Some people scream, some don't.� You're quite beautiful whether you scream or
not."
"I think I screamed more than I
ever have, though, when you touched that place in me.� Shoot, it really got me."� She shivered again simply from thinking of
it, then laughed a small embarrassed laugh.�
"I'm gonna have to see if I can find that myself.� Why wait around for someone to find it,
right?� And you'll be in here singing and
screaming with your friend.� I won't be
able to depend on you."
"No, but you can depend on me now,"
Laura purred, rolling Allisha onto her back and then swarming over her
delicious lean body.
"I got a question," Allisha said,
looking up her, briefly preventing Laura from devouring her body again.
"Shoot," Laura said.
"Do you have one of those strap-ons
like they show lesbians using in the pictures?"
Laura played coy.� "I might.�
Why do you ask?"
"I'll tell you why."� Allisha made a droll, infectious smile.� "Because the way I come best, outside of that
way you just showed me which I never did before now, is in cowgirl position.� You know that?� With me on top?� And a cock in me that I can
grind into and pump.� I come hard
that way."� She looked suddenly demure,
as if this were a much too salacious conversation for them to be having, even
though they had fucked frantically only moments ago. "We could try it."
Laura nodded in agreement.� "We could indeed.� Come with me."
Together they bounced off the bed
like two little girls at play and Laura led her over to the walk-in
closet.� She took her secret box down
from the top shelf and took out the strap-on dildoes and the harness, taking
care not let Allisha see the rest of the contents.� No sense in alarming you, my dear, Laura
thought.� Handcuffs and gags are not on
our agenda; at least not yet.
Allisha's eyes and mouth widened
with awe as she took the toys one by one and examined them.� She quickly handed the Double Penetrator back
to Laura.� "I think I'm still too much of
an amateur for this one," she cracked softly.�
"Don't do the back door yet.� Though I've been offered."�
She looked meaningfully at Laura.
"I can see why," Laura smiled at
her.� "You have a beautiful one."
Allisha looked at her without
speaking, a stare that was also full of meaning; such as, I'll bet you'd like
to offer too, Laura; or, maybe I'll let you if you're nice.� "Thank you," she said.� She ran her finger up and down the
pronounced, almost sharp ridges on the shaft of the regular dildo.� "These must feel . . . weird?"
Laura's eyelids drooped
sexily.� "Want to find out?"
Allisha's dark eyes throbbed.� She dropped the strap-on dildo right there on
the closet floor and came together with Laura for a scorching, hungry
kiss.� "You sure know how to get me hot,"
she breathed against Laura's cheek.
"Come here with me," Laura said,
snatching a bathrobe for each of them off the hangers while they were still in
the closet.� "Not yet.� Let's take a few minutes rest.� You were going to tell me about your first
time, remember?"
Allisha reluctantly began slipping
into the rayon bathrobe Laura handed her, but seeing Laura's eyes caressing her
naked body once again, she stopped and made a sly smile.� "Sure you don't want me to tell you later?"
"I'm sure," Laura said firmly.� "Come with me.� Into the living room.� Less tempting with no bed
in there."
Allisha followed her.� Laura got a chilled bottle of wine from the
refrigerator, opened it, and poured them each a glass.� They sat on the large white sofa.� Allisha sipped her wine and grinned at Laura
wryly.
"You can do it on a sofa too," she
said.� "I have lots of times."
"Me too," Laura admitted.� She had fucked some of the most beautiful
women in her life on this very sofa.�
"In fact, that's where my girl
friend and I first did it, since you're so interested."
"I am," Laura said freshly, taking
a deep breath of anticipation.� "Tell me
all about it.� Every
detail."
"We were fifteen.� Her mama was out of town with her boyfriend
and I was staying over with her.� We
drank her mama's brandy.� We were laying on the sofa watching TV.� Some romantic movie where
these two people were kissing.�
She leaned over and kissed me.�
God, we both got so hot.� We
started kissing real seriously.� Tongues and everything.�
Next thing I knew she was sucking my nipples."
"Lucky girl," Laura breathed,
growing very excited by this narrative.� "Then what?"
"You know . . . everything,"
Allisha said, succinctly.
"Tell me about it.� Did she go down on you?"
"I'm trying to remember.� We were both a little drunk, you know."
Laura scooted closer, setting her
wine glass down on the coffee table.�
"What did she do after she sucked your nipples?"
"She sucked them for a long time,"
Allisha remembered, almost dreamily.�
"Like you.� It made me so
wet.� Then we had to take a few minutes
to get our clothes off.� She had just
pulled up my shirt.� So we stopped and
took everything off."
"You must've known you were going
to go all the way then, right?"
"Guess we did.� I don't think we even thought about it.� Just wanted to get naked."
"What did you feel when you saw her
naked?"
"I'd seen her naked before that,
and it never really had any effect on me.�
But this time I got all tingly and hot.�
She was you know what they call 'thick'."
"Full-figured?� Fleshy?"
Allisha nodded.� "And she had big boobs, about twice as big as
mine.� The guys thought she was the
bomb.� So I spent a little while sucking her nipples.� Hers were huge.� Big black knobs.� I really got into it.� You would've loved them.� They stood up like thumbs when you got them
wet and excited."
I'll bet I would, Laura thought,
nodding, listening intently, encouraging her to go on.
"Then we . . . just a minute, I'm
still trying to remember.� Then we hugged
and kissed some more.� By this time we
were both so wet we were about to slide off the sofa."�
Allisha stopped.� She appeared to be thinking, recalling, but
then a warm, sexy smile spread across her beautiful face.� Laura could not resist caressing her cheek
with one finger.� "Are you remembering it
in detail?" she whispered.
Allisha nodded.� "I'm ready to try out that strap-on now."
Laura inched even closer.� She let her lips brush Allisha's miraculously
sexual mouth.� "Just tell me who came
first," she breathed.� "You can skip the
rest."
Allisha's black eyes were glassy
and swimming with sexual undercurrents.�
"She came first," she whispered back.�
"I always come last.� Takes me a little while.�
With some guys I don't even come at all.�
It's all over before I get to even breathing hard."
"Luckily we don't have to worry
about that here," Laura breathed, sliding both hands under the flimsy robe she
had given Allisha to wear.� She lightly
pinched Allisha's thick nipples.� In this
light, she noticed, they were a dark umber hue, and she quickly dropped her
head and got one deep inside her mouth.�
"Did you make her come by licking her clit?" she asked as she sucked
Allisha's plump nipple.
"Hhhhh!� Hhhh!" Allisha
gasped, looking down at Laura devouring her swollen nipples.� She shook her head.� "No . . . I just . . . frigged her with my
hand.� She came quick.� And loud.� Like you.�
Unhhhh!� Oh god
yes, do it a little hard . . . like that!� Unhhh!�
Yes!� God, no one has ever sucked
my nipples like that since her."
"And how did she make you come?" Laura asked, squeezing
Allisha's hard little breasts in both hands and lashing her rubbery nipples
with her tongue now.
"Just by doing . . . what you're
doing!" Allisha whimpered.�
"Remember?� I told you?� I came without warning.� Just like . . . I'm almost gonna do now!� Unhhhh!"
Laura wondered if she really would
come.� She felt very selfish at the
moment.� Of course giving Allisha one of
those minor, squeaky orgasms this way would be momentarily thrilling.� But she wanted more, and she knew Allisha did
too.
"Okay, honey, come with me," she
panted, pulling Allisha up off the sofa and toward the bedroom.� "I think it's time.� Let's strike while the iron is hot."
Allisha stumbled after her, as if
in a trance from the sharp sexual stimulation Laura had already been giving
her.� In the bedroom, Laura tore her own
robe off, then Allisha's, which was already almost off anyway.� From years of practice, she had mastered the
skill of slipping into the strap-on dildo harness pretty quickly.� In under thirty
seconds she was on her back, holding the wonderfully obscene stalk straight up
with one hand and beckoning the awed and aroused Allisha with the other.
"Come to Mama, darling," she purred
teasingly to the lovely girl.� Then she
remembered Allisha's earlier request.�
"Mama wants to fuck you hard."
A sly, sexy smiled pursed Allisha's
incredibly desirable mouth as she spread her thin thighs to straddle
Laura's.� She held the end of the dildo
with two fingers, looking down, and together they lodged it between her wet,
swollen, black pussy lips and slid it slowly in.� Laura watched Allisha's face as she descended
onto the strap-on dildo and wondered if she had ever seen such pure bliss as
the thick, ridged pole slid up into her body.�
No way you'll ever woo this darling completely
away from cock, she thought, watching Allisha's eyes roll up and her head loll
back.
This position, Laura was reminded,
was great for two reasons.� Being on top,
Allisha was in control, as she had earlier pointed out.� She could pump and grind and gyrate in ways
that specifically aroused her, and she could control the pace.� Laura, on the other hand was in a perfect
position to enjoy watching Allisha's approaching ecstasy.� The girl was heart-pinchingly lovely as she
settled into a firm, even rhythm immediately, swirling her hips in a tight
forward-backward motion, her beautiful small breasts swaying as she moved, her
head thrown back.�
Her thick, stiffish but long hair
was disheveled and tangled around her naked shoulders, sometimes falling
forward to obscure her gorgeous breasts.�
Laura reached up and pushed it away, cupping them in her palms, twisting
Allisha's marvelous thick burnt umber, reddish brown nipples.� Allisha was lost in a trance of slow,
sensual, rhythmic fucking, letting the perpendicular dildo slide up and down
inside her pussy as she moved forward and backward over Laura, shimmying a
little from time to time, making barely a noise, her breathing rapid but
even.� Her eyes were closed, but the pure
pleasure contorting her face was thrilling for Laura to watch.
She herself could not actually come
by having her nipples sucked, as Allisha apparently could, but she had known
herself to climax�if her pussy was being stimulated at the same time�by sucking
her lover's beautiful nipples.� Something
in the suck reflex triggered her orgasm, which often came on in a furious rush.� She was getting that stimulation now, from the
base of the strap-on dildo moving against her pubic bone, from the motion of
her clitoral hood over her aroused clit, watching the rapture spread across
Allisha's face as she concentrated her way toward a wrenching climax, as her
gorgeous young naked breasts swayed above Laura, so tempting, so alluring.
"Honey . . . lean down a little . .
. I want to suck you . . ." she murmured softly to Allisha, not disrupting
their gentle, insistent rhythm, but coaxing her, letting her hands drift around
to Allisha's back, pulling her gently down.
It was very arousing and sexually
hypnotic to watch her, but the pleasure had to be much greater for Allisha
since she apparently did not even hear Laura but kept rocking and panting and
grimacing intensely.� Still, she let her
body be pulled down.� Laura pushed aside
the wad of thick hair that fell in her face and pulled Allisha's torso up
slightly so that she could get her mouth around one luscious, dangling breast.� She drew Allisha's large nipple deep into her
mouth.
"Unnhhh . . . . ohhhmmmeee!"
she heard a tiny squeal escape Allisha's lips for the first time.� "Oh!�
Yes!"
"Honey . . ." Laura panted, letting
the wet, shiny, dark nipple slide out of her mouth momentarily, "I'm going to
come too.� Just . . . keep it going . . .
yes . . . like that . . . you're so beautiful . . . you're making me come too .
. . I just love fucking with you . . ."
"Ohhhhhh!"
Allisha moaned, her body jerking from a small, passing
spasm that made her push her wet breast harder into Laura's face.� "Yes, suck it . . . yes!� Suck it!�
It's making me come!"
Laura was happy and eager to
oblige.� Knowing they were probably
headed for the final ecstatic crash in only seconds, she gripped the dildo
harder with one hand, anchoring it, steadying it, while with the other she
guided Allisha's breast back into her mouth.�
Then she slid her arm around the small of Allisha's back to pull her
even closer.� They rocked and whinnied softly,
the bed moving under them as their pace increased.
This was heaven.� There was no feeling on the planet that
equaled it, this gentle rocking and probing, this rough, ragged panting and
soft grunting, this sensation of hot honey throbbing through your veins, this
feeling that the warm, flexing flesh of a beautiful girl was merging and
shuddering with your own flesh in rhythm, on the verge of a convulsive paroxysm
of total melting together.� Nothing
mattered but the harmony of their merged, writhing, pumping bodies as they
hurtled for the finish line.
Oh god, I think it's here for her!
Laura suddenly thought, picking up on a sharp, instantaneous quiver in
Allisha's surging body, feeling her thighs leap and clench instinctively.
"Ohhhh!" Allisha half-yelped, a quick confirmation that Laura was right.
Up until now Laura had been merely
a stationary accomplice, holding the dildo steady for Allisha as she fucked
herself on it, caressing her body, sucking her nipples, but not actively
thrusting.� But now the excitement was
too much for her.� She pulled Allisha's
writhing body hard into her own and up-jabbed the dildo deep into her spasming
cunt.� At the same time she quickly
released Allisha's hard wet nipple from her mouth and slid her face over to the
other breast, sucking that nipple now in deep.�
Sucking it hard, she began fucking Allisha hard too, up-jabbing fiercely
and forcing Allisha's pussy down onto her up-thrusting groin with the arm she
had wrapped around her hips.
"Aiiyyeee!"
Allisha yelped, thrashing and shuddering as the full
orgasm finally began to rip through her, and pumping hard now herself.
She fell forward even more onto
Laura, mashing her breast into Laura's face, and her pelvis jerked wildly.� Even though she made less noise than many
girls, she began to keen uncontrollably.
"Unneeee . . . . uuummnnggeee
. . . oh!"
Then the crushing force of her
orgasm became so severe that it robbed her of breath for a few seconds, and she
merely twitched and quivered on top of Laura, who was by now in the initial spasms
of her own convulsive climax.� Sucking
Allisha's nipple hard had had the effect she predicted, and she too began to
whimper and flex and undulate as a less powerful but surpassingly sweet and
glowing orgasm began to permeate her body.
"Ohhh!� Ohhnnnnnnnnnn!" she moaned loudly, feeling
Allisha's wet nipple slide from her lips as her mouth went uncontrollably slack
and the waves of honeyfire poured through her veins and clenching muscles.� "Oh god . . . yes . . . honey, hold me!� Unhhh!"
Such requests were lost on Allisha,
though, who was slumped and gasping and lost in some deep ecstasy of her own on
top of Laura's throbbing body.� Laura's
orgasm, certainly less severe, seemed to wane before Allisha's released her
quivering flesh, and so she simply cooed to the girl
and stroked her long, silky back and kissed her cheek and mystically melted
into her warm, palpitating inner bliss, and waited.� After a time Allisha stirred.� She squinted at Laura.
"We're going to have to do this
again, Laura," she grinned in a half-stupefied way, speaking very softly.� "I mean, I know you're involved.� The singer.� Lucky her.� But I don't know if I can live without this."
"You may have to," Laura said,
kissing her nose affectionately.� "I'm
trying to reform.� To
be more faithful.� She is.� I'm trying to be the same for her."
"How do you know she is?" Allisha
smiled, finally disentangling her body from Laura's.� They were both stuck together by a thin film
of sweat and had to pull apart reluctantly.�
"She tells you she is.� You tell
her you are.� Meanwhile, you're taking me
to heaven, like this.� How's it going to
hurt her?"
Laura grinned ruefully.� "You may have a point.� I can tell you this," she pulled Allisha back
down against her, though they were now embracing on their sides, the wet
strap-on dildo sagging between them and making Allisha keep her pelvis at a safe
distance from Laura's.� "If I am going to
cheat, it'll have to be with you.� Allisha with two ells.�
You are a masterpiece.� I hope you
can stay a while."
"You mean you don't want me to go
home?"� Allisha beamed.� "Most guys want to go play video games or
golf after they fuck you.� I mean
me.� I thought maybe it was me.� Like I don't have a good
personality or something.� Kind of tough on a poor girl's self-image, if you know what I
mean."
"I have to confess," Laura kissed
her bare, dark brown shoulder.� She extricated
herself from the strap-on harness and wet dildo as gracefully as she
could.� "You have a great personality,
but it's your body I want again."
Allisha positively twinkled.� "Mmmmm, you got it whenever you want it."
"Let's have a bite to eat and then
see if we can get each other interested again."
Allisha pretended to pout.� "You don't want me right now?� I thought you liked my body."� She held her naked breasts in both hands and
offered them to Laura, brushing her thumbs over her thick, mouthwatering
nipples, pouting with devastating allure.�
Oh you delicious young girls! Laura
thought, smiling.� Insatiable.
"You remind me of me," she said to Allisha.�
"But frankly I need a few minutes rest.�
I'm not as young as you are, my darling."
They slipped off the bed and found
the robes they had so eagerly shed only minutes earlier.� Allisha crinkled her nose at Laura in a
devilish grin.� "Just what I like," she
teased.� "A seasoned,
mature lover, who can teach me things."
Laura grabbed her, now a little
more violently than before.� "Are you
suggesting that I'm old?"
Allisha now kissed her and drove
her long, sexy tongue nearly down Laura's throat.� "Just old enough," she said, both of them
breathless after she finally pulled it back out.� "Just old enough."
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