[Shamika]

[Makeeda]

 

 

 

 

Shamika knew where Laura parked, on the days she drove to work, since Laura had given her a ride home a few times.� There was a parking garage directly behind Laura's office building, with a floor reserved for workers in her suite of offices.� And so there was Shamika, waiting for her one afternoon, when she got to her car.

Shamika had a sexy little smirk on her face, but apart from that what Laura noticed first was that she was not wearing a bra under her green 'uniform' golf shirt.� Shamika had large, luscious, protruding nipples that swelled up and poked through the cotton fabric like two bulbous headlights.� She clearly meant for them to be seen, and Laura could barely take her eyes off them.� She had had each one in her mouth on numerous occasions and had sucked herself to heaven.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, initially baffled, then comprehending.� She looked around to see if anyone else was nearby.� The faint smell of gasoline fumes permeated the air, and as usual she was eager to get inside her car as quickly as possible.

"Waiting for you," Shamika flirted.� She twisted her shoulders a little so that her firm young breasts and her bulbous nipples moved under her shirt.� "You staring, Laura," she whispered, as if they could be overheard.

"Sorry."� Laura blushed a deep, hot rose hue, but the parking garage was so dimly lit that she doubted you could see it.�

"You ain't sorry.� You love these."

Laura gulped.� "I do.� But we're sort of . . . conspicuous here."

Shamika looked around and smiled.� "Ain't nobody here but us."

Laura opened the driver's side door.� "Get in the other side."

"If we get in back, I can pull this up," Shamika smirked again provocatively, tugging at the hem of her shirt with the fingers of both hands.

"Get in the front," Laura ordered her.

Shamika obeyed her, but reluctantly.� "We can't go to Auntie's place," she said glumly.� "Last time you were there she smelled it or something."

"She didn't really know, did she?"� Ever since Iola had warned Laura away from Shamika, Laura had cringed at the thought of being caught.� Last time had been too risky, but as far as she knew Iola had suspected nothing.� At any rate, she had not brought it up with Laura.

"She don't know shit," Shamika said.� "But she sniffs around like we was fucking in every room, then says snotty things she hopes will get me to admit it.� 'Smells like Laura in here, don't it?'� 'You been seeing anything of Laura lately?� You know what I told you about seeing Laura, girl!� You are underage!� Behave yourself, you little tramp!'� Shit like that."

Laura put a hand on Shamika's hand.� Oh god, we're caught in a damned triangle, with me fucking both of them! she thought.� Shamika said, "Let's get in the back seat.� We can do it quick.� No one will know."

Laura was already wet, just from the proximity to this enchanting girl.� It was very hard for her to resist.� "Someone will see us," she murmured.� "Or hear us."

"I'll be quiet.� I won't make any noise."

Laura grinned and could not suppress a soft laugh.� "Honey, you always make noise.� You scream when you come."

"I can stuff my shirt in my mouth."

Laura shook her head.� "Too dangerous."

"No, it isn't dangerous!" Shamika said forcefully, turning her hand under Laura's and drawing Laura's up under her shirt, pulling it up to cup one of her warm, amazingly firm young breasts.� "See, you want that."

Laura leaned over and roughly kissed her mouth.� "Maybe you are a little tramp," she murmured against Shamika's teeth, before coiling her tongue around the girl's.

"Get in the back and fuck me quick," Shamika panted.

Laura pulled her face back a little and swept her eyes around rapidly, surveying the shadowy expanse of the parking garage to see if anyone were present.� She saw no one.� Of course you're not going to see anyone! she snapped at herself.� No one will show up until you're actually doing it.� That's the way it works, dummy.

"Laura!" Shamika raised her voice to get Laura's attention again.� "We can do it quick."

"I know . . . I know," Laura said, opening her door.�

In five seconds they were in the back seat, slinking down below the windows.� Shamika pulled her shirt up around her neck, exposing her marvelous young naked breasts, firm and jutting, her black nipples bulbous and gleaming in the half-dark of the dim garage.� Oh shit, Laura thought, how can I stop myself?� How can I keep away from her?

She instantly had her mouth and her hands all over them, squeezing and sucking the small firm globes almost maniacally.� This girl knows how to get to me.� God, she goes directly for my most vulnerable point.�

"Unh . . . unh!" Shamika gasped, wild with excitement as Laura devoured her nipples.

"Quick . . . pull down your pants," Laura gasped to her.

Oh god, we're going to be seen! she thought in a flash of panic.� But she had to admit there was a hot, dangerous thrill to it.� She hadn't risked anything like this since the old days when she and Yvette had been unable to stop fucking in vacant offices, while people were away for lunch.�

They had got caught, too.� Once or twice.� While Shamika was unzipping her white pants and pushing them and her panties down around her knees, Laura craned her neck and head upwards above the car window line, scoping the dark area full of parked cars.� The chance of seeing someone she knew was miniscule, she knew, but still the thought nearly paralyzed her.� Fortunately, there were several empty parking spaces on both sides of her car since it was late afternoon and people were leaving work.

"Laura," Shamika panted softly to get her attention again.

"Sorry.� I'm just afraid someone will see us."

Shamika gave her a very seductive little grin which seemed to say: Let them get a thrill.� We're hot.

Laura leaned down and kissed her savagely, as if to wipe this self-satisfied little smirk off her face.� She held Shamika's firm breasts in both hands and squeezed them passionately while they kissed.� Then, still kissing her, she dropped her hand down between Shamika's thighs.� Shamika obligingly scooted her butt forward on the back seat and spread her thighs to give Laura easier access.

"Suck me again," she panted.� "It makes me want to come."

"Mmmm, me too!"� Laura needed no encouragement.� She slurped and sucked Shamika's bulging damp nipples as before, but now also pumped her soupy, greasy, warm, snug pussy with two fingers.�

"Unh!� Unh!� Unh!" Shamika grunted softly, churning her pelvis up into Laura's rapid thrusts, quickly going off the rails.� "Mnnnneee!� Oh shit . . . I'm going to come!"

"Do it, honey!� Do it!� Do it now!"

"Unh!� Ungghhh!"

Laura just knew they could be heard, or that someone was watching.� Her gaze was focused on Shamika's wet breasts, but out of the corners of her eyes she could see headlights sweeping across the low ceiling of the garage, or glinting off the windows of vacant nearby cars.�

"Anngghiiiee!" Shamika suddenly burst out, a clotted cry of fierce sexual pleasure.

But still she had not climaxed; she was just hovering, straining on the edge, still pumping and writhing against the seat, clamping her hard thighs together on Laura's thrusting hand.� The car, Laura knew, was even shaking a little as they struggled.

"Oh god!"

"You can come, honey," Laura encouraged her.� Hurry, darling.� You're almost there.� "Do it.� Do it!"

"Yes.� Anngghhh!� Oh!"

Laura sucked one of her bulging, shiny, saliva-wet nipples into her mouth again, sucking hard, thrusting hard.� She felt a little jolt in Shamika's twisting body and knew they had arrived.

"Unngghhh!� Ahnngg!� MNNNGGIIEEE!� Oh!� Oh!"

"Here, honey, here," Laura said, incoherently, pushing her mouth now into Shamika's open mouth to try to stop her screams.� Their teeth clanked painfully together, but Shamika got off another yelp anyway.

"ANNGHHIIEE!� Oh!"� She gasped and closed her mouth, her face torn with a sharp ecstasy as she gazed almost worshipfully into Laura's eyes.� "Sorry!"

"That's okay, honey," Laura kissed her cheek, smiling at the quickness, and also the apparent force, of Shamika's orgasm.� "Here . . . let's get these back up."� She quickly pulled up Shamika's panties and pants, wiping her fingers on the seat, tugging Shamika's golf shirt down over the marvelous jutting young breasts.� Shamika was still panting softly.

"You didn't get to come," she said sheepishly, in a small voice.

"Don't worry about me," Laura said, now scooting up and glancing around the garage in a three-sixty sweep.� "Here . . . let's get back into the front."

Shamika hastily buttoned and zipped.� Laura was already back behind the wheel when she climbed into the passenger seat next to her, looking ravished, her hair mussed, her eyes still a little glassy.� In the distance, perhaps fifty yards away, Laura glimpsed two people getting into a Beemer.� Act as if nothing happened, she had the impulse to tell Shamika, but then dismissed the urge as silly.� Of course nothing happened.� They're way down there, they can't see us.� Anyway, there's nothing to see.

She patted Shamika's knee.� "You all better now?"

"God, that was so good!� I'm sorry if I almost got you in trouble."

Laura leaned over closer to her, so that her lips were very close to Shamika's cheek.� "I'll let you in on a secret," she whispered.� "I really like fucking you."

A sharp tremor of excitement momentarily gripped Shamika's body, and she burped up a quick, nervous laugh.� "I . . . really like it too," she glowed and shimmered.� Laura wanted to do it again but realized that was going overboard.

"Let's get you home.� Don't want Auntie Iola getting suspicious, do we?� Soon she'll be asking 'Did you do it with Laura in the parking garage?'� Can't have that."

Shamika laughed again.� She said nothing for a few minutes as Laura started the car and spiraled slowly down the descending ramp to the exit.� Then, as they emerged into daylight: "I think she just wants to have you for herself."

Laura didn't know what to say.� She and Iola had not had sex for a few weeks, since, first, Makeeda had been home, and after that it was always difficult to get together because of this very girl sitting next to her, since Shamika lived with Iola.� In fact, their second and only time together, she and Iola, had taken place at the apartment of a friend of Iola's who was on a business trip.� She couldn't very well say to Shamika, Well, your aunt and I can't just be fucking in the back bedroom while you're doing your algebra at the kitchen table, can we?� No wonder she's a little jealous of you.� Or could she?

But she thought better of it.� Fortunately, Shamika was not jealous.� She just wanted more of Laura's time and attention.� What a mess, Laura thought.� On top of this, she realized as she pulled up at the entrance to Shamika's aunt's condo building, she was frightfully horny herself from the experience they had just gone through.� Shamika had climaxed quickly and splendidly, but Laura was an aching knot.

Nevertheless, after glancing hurriedly around to make sure they weren't seen, she pecked Shamika on the forehead.� "I had fun."

"Me too," Shamika beamed as she popped out of the car.� "Can we do it again?"

"Let's try to find a bed next time," Laura said with a straight face.� Then, before driving off, she watched Shamika's sensational ass, encased in her tight white pants, until Shamika got to the door of the building, paused to wave back at her with a huge, salacious grin, then disappeared inside.

 

 

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Makeeda was cooking spaghetti when Laura got home.� She had been back in town for a few weeks already but was leaving the following morning for L.A. to rendezvous with her vocal coach and to rehearse for a new CD she would record in the coming months.�

I am as horny as a tick, Laura thought as she approached her in the kitchen from behind, admiring Makeeda's ass, below her apron strings, just as she had earlier been admiring Shamika's.� Makeeda too was wearing tight pants, though dark blue.� Laura cupped her ass cheeks, buns of steel, oh my god!, in both hands and squeezed, then pulled up Makeeda's thick hair with one hand and passionately kissed the nape of her neck.

"Shit . . ." Makeeda laughed, squirming away, "you're going to make me spill tomato sauce all over the place!"� She waved a saucy spoon at Laura as she turned around from the stove.

"Turn it off for a few minutes, I need you bad," Laura panted, kissing her feverishly.

"Be careful, Grace!" she laughed, kissing Laura back.� "Now you're going to spill spaghetti sauce all over me!� You . . . sex fiend!� You rapist!"

Laura ran her hands hungrily all over Makeeda's delicious body, through her clothes.� "You got that right," she panted against her cheek.� "I'm going to fuck your pretty ears off . . . and then�"���������������������

"And then you're going to help me clean up the mess you've made."� She twisted away from Laura and pushed her away from the stove with her free hand.� "Give me a second, okay?� Here . . . taste."

She offered Laura a small bit of sauce in the bowl of the spoon.� This was a ritual they went through every time.� Makeeda always made her spaghetti sauce the same, and it always tasted the same, and Laura always smiled with near-delirious pleasure and said:� "Yummmm!� My compliments to the chef."� And Makeeda always smirked with satisfaction.� They went through the routine with careful attention to each detail, and then Laura removed the spoon from Makeeda's hand, set it down on the counter top, turned off the fire under the sauce, and drew her close.

"I need you to fuck me," she murmured against Makeeda's cheek.� "I need it now.� You're going to be gone.� I need you to fuck me."

"Well . . ." Makeeda smiled, "since you put it that way . . ."

Laura embraced her and kissed her ravenously right there by the stove, untying her apron strings at the same time, then taking her hand and drawing her toward the bedroom.� "I want you to do it all to me," she panted, letting Makeeda see how feverish and urgent her lust was.

"Wow, have you been sitting there in your office all day just dreaming this up?" Makeeda laughed softly, marveling at Laura's suddenly demanding lechery.�

Laura was already half-undressed and began plucking at Makeeda's sweatshirt.� "Take this off."

Makeeda pulled it over her head, shaking her thick hair free.� Her marvelous, amazing, perfect breasts were naked and shimmied a little.� Laura could never take her eyes off them.�

"I want you to fuck me with the raging hard-on," she panted.

They had a strap-on dildo that they kept in a drawer by the bed for just such occasions, one they both relished: a nine-incher, with ridges up and down the entire shaft.� It was called The Raging Hard-On, a name they both used for it and which could cause them to break into gales of laughter, tinged with sexual excitement.� The RHO could give you piercing, shattering orgasms, especially when the love of your life was happily spearing you with it.

This time, however, they did not laugh.� Somehow they both realized that Laura's need was too great, that this was deadly serious, and that laughter would come later.� Right now, as Makeeda was unzipping her pants and pulling down the bedcovers, Laura took the opportunity to pop briefly into the bathroom and to wash her hands, which she suddenly feared might still bear a trace of the odor of Shamika's sweet pussy.� Why did I not do this as soon as I came in the door? she wondered, ashamed that she should be so feckless.

When she returned to the bedroom, Makeeda was already completely naked with the strap-on harness in place and the RHO sticking out menacingly from her groin.� She was holding the ridged shaft in one hand, delicately, by the fingers, cupping one of her delicious breasts provocatively with the other, running her thumb over her large, swollen black nipple.� "You want?"

"I want," Laura half-growled, feeling a surge of sheer animalistic lust gather in her body.

She wanted to be almost completely destroyed sexually by Makeeda, who she knew was up to the job.� This woman was strong.� She was fit, she swam nearly every day of her life, her muscles rippled, her grasp and embrace were intense and fierce.� She could slam you with the strap-on, spear and rip you with it using a force that was equal to most men Laura had encountered, long ago now.� ��

On top of that, she looked like some kind of miracle, a dark brown goddess standing there by the bed, her magnificent breasts jutting, her hard midriff rippled and sleek, her thighs glossy and clenched, and the obscene weapon springing up from her groin, like a priapic man's fiercely exaggerated prong, a thick huge monster with which she intended to plunder Laura's aching pussy until it surrendered.�

Laura felt a tiny, excited tremor travel the length of her body, and she giggled softly.� Both of them saw it, and felt it.� Makeeda grinned.� "Want me to tie you to the bed?" she asked suggestively.

And even though they had done it once or twice in the past, and thoroughly enjoyed the consequent wild thrills, Laura shook her head this time.� "Takes too long," she said, realizing that her voice was clotted and muted by the thundering pulse in her throat.� "Anyway . . . I won't be trying to escape."

Makeeda made a playful growl and waggled the huge, menacing dildo back and forth with her hand.� "Then get over here, my flower.� The Raging Hard On wants you bad."

Laura approached her.� As she neared Makeeda, and then touched her, feeling Makeeda's hard arm against her naked breast, feeling her breath on her cheek, she was briefly flooded by a hot stream of guilt for having fucked a nubile young school girl in the back seat of her car only about an hour or so ago.� And not only that, I loved every second of it! she realized.� It was cheating.� She felt embarrassed and guilty about it.� Would a fierce, savage fucking delivered by Makeeda wash away her guilt?� Should she confess?� She never confessed.�

Her eyes caught and held Makeeda's, which were already dancing with the anticipation of a horrifically exciting fuck.� "Don't be gentle," Laura whispered to her.

Makeeda smiled, lacing it with a touch of the sinister.� "Oh?� My baby wants to be hammered?"

"You know I love being fucked hard by you."

"Mmmm, gives you something to remember while I'm gone," Makeeda said, pulling her down onto the bed and beginning to caress Laura's naked body roughly, demandingly.

"Yes.� Yes!� Do it hard!"

"Oh, I will . . . I will," Makeeda panted in between the hot kisses she was planting everywhere on Laura's writhing body.

For several minutes it was simply an orgy of groping and stroking and sucking and kissing between them, with no thought of the eventual fucking; just this hungry devouring of each other's tense, needy flesh.� But Makeeda, of course, was the dominant one, since they had chosen this, and she forced Laura onto her back and swarmed over her, savaging Laura's aching nipples with her lips and teeth, squeezing the firm little balls of Laura's breasts with her fingers, sucking her neck, probing her wet, seething pussy with two rough fingers, until Laura was gasping and whimpering and moaning for her to get on with it.

"Do it to me . . . you bitch!" she gasped.� "Quit making me wait!� Please!"

"Mmmm," Makeeda purred, "I always think you've been naughty when you want me to fuck you hard."� She sucked Laura's neck until Laura squealed, knowing she would leave a mark, but also stricken by a sharp lightning bolt of sheer, frenzied lust.

"Ohhnngghnniiee!" she squealed, writhing under Makeeda's thrilling hard body.

She realized in a squirt of stark honesty that Makeeda was of course right: she was extra horny because of Shamika, because she had fucked her without climaxing herself, and because she was simmering with guilt at having done it at all.� And she felt a surge of panic too that Makeeda seemed to sense it in her, this need to be completely dominated and scoured clean through hot fucking.

But on the other hand, what did it matter?� If this muddled undercurrent made their sex hotter, more urgent, more fiery, then that was a good thing.� They had been together now over two years, and had explored nearly every theme of hot lesbian fucking you could imagine.� Like any happily married couple, they could use whatever little added spice guilt or fantasy could supply.� This realization made her clasp Makeeda's naked body even more tightly to her, and also quickly swallow down again the urge to confess.

And Makeeda wasted no time delivering.� She slid the Raging Hard-On into Laura's soupy cunt and literally slammed it home, with a sharp thrust of her hips.

"Anngghh!" Laura groaned, wincing as she felt the huge thing penetrate her.� "Oh shit!"

"Mmnnggrr . . . you like that," Makeeda smiled playfully.

"Yes," Laura panted, feeling the fire leap through her body as Makeeda began fucking her in earnest.� "Yes . . . unh . . . yes yes . . . unh!� Anngghh!"

Makeeda speared her with the dildo and smiled as she watched the sweet, pleasurable agony constrict Laura's face.� She ran her hands up Laura's body to her breasts and pinched her nipples while she began relentlessly fucking her, ramming her, piercing her, summoning yelps and squeals from Laura as she felt the hot gathering storm build within.�

"Ungghh!� Annghiieee!� Oh!� Oh . . . shit!� Ummnngghh!"

Makeeda, usually so sweet and mild, could become a sexual terrorist when the spirit moved her, especially when cheered on by Laura's keen desire to be dominated and fiercely fucked.� She delivered in spades, pulling Laura's body over to the edge of the mattress so that she could stand on the floor while plundering Laura's pussy, gaining extra leverage from having her feet on solid wood.� They were both panting maniacally by now, and Makeeda was grunting with each powerful thrust.� And Laura's whole writhing body was lit up by arrows of fire as the huge hard shaft plunged deep into her.

"Ohhh god . . . oh god yes!" she gasped, reaching up to grab the wildly thrusting Makeeda by the shoulders, glaring into her eyes, begging for more.

"Fuck me in the ass!" she gasped to her.� "I'm going to come.� Fuck me in the ass."

"Oh baby, you want the whole treatment, don't you," Makeeda panted, almost out of breath herself.� "You want the Raging Hard-On in that pretty little white girl booty?"

"Yes!� God . . . yes!� Quick!� Do it!"

Makeeda pushed Laura's body back closer to the middle of the mattress now, away from the edge, reaching for the bottle of lubricant they always kept on the bedstand; but Laura brushed her hand away before she could reach it, feeling the gamma-ray fury that would blast away her guilt building and burbling inside her squirming body.� Makeeda got the message.� Laura's pussy was flooding with juices and had oiled up the RHO well enough already.

"Honey . . . you are going to come, aren't you," Makeeda said softly as she pulled the huge, greasy shaft from Laura's swollen, clinging cunt lips and nudge the bulbous head of it against her tightly shut little asshole.

"Oh god yes!" Laura gasped again, with fiery desperation in her eyes.� She felt like she would pop as soon as it entered her.� "Please!� Ungghh!"

With her forefinger, Makeeda prepared the way, inserting it, wobbling it a little to widen the aperture.� Tears sprang to Laura's eyes as the head of the dildo slipped into her anus.� The breath caught in her throat.� There was always a little pain, a short, sharp stab, but it quickly vanished, replaced by the sensation of being completely crammed with a massive pole, her whole body swelling up as if it would burst.

"Anngghhhh!" she groaned.

And Makeeda paused, the dildo only about a third into Laura's ass.�

"Don't stop!� Unggghhh!"

Makeeda eased it all the way in.� The hard muscles of her thighs pressed against the backs of Laura's.� Makeeda's hands ran all over Laura's naked back, then up to her shoulders.� She pulled dildo part of the way out of Laura's ass, then drove it home again with force, enough to make Laura gag and feel sharp arrows of sexual pleasure permeate her entire body.

"Awwonnnggg!" she groaned, wincing, gnawing her lower lip, certain she was going to come in an instant.�

Makeeda must have been certain of it too, for she began to pump Laura with a rare and heated vigor, spearing her with the dildo, lunging into her, thrusting so hard that Laura's lower body was raised literally up off the mattress with each jab.

"Ungh!� Ungh!� Ungh!" Laura groaned.

She found herself wondering in the back of her mind if Makeeda didn't sense something about her earlier indiscretion with Shamika and was furiously fuck-punishing her as a result, hammering and piercing her, making her yelp and whimper.� But this fleeting thought soon got obliterated by the effects of the hammering she was taking from the Raging Hard-On, as well as having the breath nearly squeezed out of her by Makeeda's fierce embrace.

"Ohnnggg . . . oh shit!� Ungh!"

And then without warning she was coming, as they both had known she would.� Nobody could last for long under this fervent and passionate pounding, and Laura's whole body was soon convulsing and shuddering through a wrenching series of killer spasms, wracked so sharply that she could make no cries but only squeaky little peeps of pleasure from her tightly constricted throat.

"Neee!� Mnnnggeee!"

After about twenty seconds of this, Makeeda slowly relented, until finally she stopped thrusting and simply held Laura, panting from her own exertions while Laura moaned and quivered through about a dozen aftershocks.� Only two or three times in their entire relationship had Makeeda ever fucked her this hard.� Both of them knew it, and both of them were a little stunned and chastened in the aftermath.�

When their breathing returned to normal, they still didn't speak.� After another long interval, Makeeda slowly withdrew the RHO from Laura's plundered rectum, not without a little hissing on Laura's part.� She slipped out of the harness, placing the wet shaft to the side of their huge bed, and took Laura tenderly into her arms.� She kissed Laura's neck and cheek.

"You wanted it . . . you got it," she murmured, with a lazy grin, happily pushing her naked breasts into Laura's.

"I got it all right," Laura smiled, still half-dazed.� "You are a wild woman."

"Wildly in love," Makeeda whispered against her lips.� "Once in a while I have to let it all out."

The 'in love' part, though true, pierced Laura's heart because she herself had been unfaithful.� And only two hours ago.� And yet, without realizing it, Makeeda had certainly made her pay.� She smiled and kissed her.� "Is that what it means to be in love?� Fucking your angel like a linebacker in heat?� Maybe I'll have to try it myself."

"I wish you would."� Makeeda put a fingertip on Laura's lips.� "But first, my darling, we eat my famous spaghetti.� Which is getting cold on the stove while we rut and sweat."

"Oh, is that what you call it," Laura pinched her beautiful ass lightly as Makeeda slid of the edge of the bed.

Makeeda quickly pulled on her clothes again and disappeared down the hallway toward the kitchen.� "Open a bottle of wine," she said back over her shoulder to Laura.� She winked.� "To heat up your blood a little.� You owe me."