Chapter 225
Laura had not seen Charise for weeks. There was a call
from her darling Inky on her voice mail when she got home
after her exhausting and thrilling sexual reunion with
Deshona.
"Ain't you ever home, Laura? Shit, every time I get a
chance to come over, you ain't there." [Voice querulous,
dejected, accusatory, by turns.] Oh well, at least you
ain't fucking that slut Jane. Or if you are, you too busy
to pick up the phone. {Hurt, jealous, rejected.] Well,
probably not. You probably out tryin' to buy a bigger dick,
right? [Giggling, teasing, affectionate again.] You can't
call me, so I'll keep calling. Maybe. Okay, then. Bye."
This message put Laura's feelings through the wringer.
She had gone through a wrenching emotional time with
Deshona, even when they finally were in bed together again.
Laura still loved her, but the way things had turned out,
with Deshona's ex-husband somehow back in the picture, and
not likely to exit again soon, her feelings could never be
as pure and exhilarating as they had once been.
And she realized that, though physically satiated, at
least temporarily, she was unambiguously thrilled to hear
Charise's wonderful voice. She loved Charise with a kind of
flame-bright purity that could not be compromised, and her
desire to see the sweet young girl was almost palpable. She
could feel it in the pit of her stomach, in her chest, in
her throat. Just to see her, to touch her cheek! It's all
I want!
But even regarding Charise, her thoughts were troubled.
First, she had been wildly, painfully jealous of Charise's
casual admission that she had let a `dude' actually fuck
her, and without a condom too. And Laura had also promised
Charise that she would no longer see Jane, whereas she and
Jane had fucked at least twice since her promise, and one
time done it so hard and wildly that they had broken Laura's
bed in mid-fuck. Jane only lived upstairs, and was also
crazily jealous of Laura's other lovers, and so it would
have taken a saint, Laura thought, to resist her
provocations.
But it didn't make her feel any less guilty.
She also found herself wondering if there was some
mysterious confluence of the stars that had prompted Charise
to call just after Laura's afternoon in Deshona's bed. The
last time she had seen Charise had also been just after her
first time with Deshona. These two relationships were so
intense-not casual or trivial to Laura in any way-that the
turmoil of her feelings was very hard to control, especially
when she spent time with each one with almost no interval.
She was dying to see Charise and even drove twice by
her house and the corner where she often picked her up and
dropped her off, just hoping Charise would be there, see
her, flag her down. But Charise was nowhere in sight either
time. Laura was sunk in gloom. A night with Randi cheered
her up, but she still had to live with the guilt of having
promised Randi she would not see Deshona again either. I am
telling too many damn lies, she thought. It's making me
miserable. I'm deceiving everybody, really. And I love all
three of them desperately, no joke. I love them.
Charise finally phoned her one morning at seven a.m.,
as Laura was getting ready for work, two days after her
passionate night with Randi.
"I'm gonna cut school. Can I come over and see you?
You probably heading off for work right now, right?"
Laura frowned, even though Charise could not see her.
"You can't cut school. You have to study, get smart, so you
can get a job like me when you get older."
"You saying you don't want to see me?"
"Of course I'm not. I'm dying to see you. But you
can't cut school. For one thing, it's against the law."
Charise giggled. "I done a few things that's against
the law. Fucking with you is one of them."
Laura blushed hotly. Oh damn, she's right. "God, I
miss you," she said, almost inaudibly. "You're so blunt . .
. so real."
"That mean you want to see me? I can't go home. My
Mama will find out."
"I could be sick," Laura mused. She was almost never
out sick.
"You can't be sick," Charise teased her. "Then we
won't be able to do what we want to do."
"Do you need a ride?"
"That would be nice."
"Same place?"
"Uh huh."
"Tell the `dudes' to buzz off, then. I feel like
running right over them when I see them flirting with you."
"Oooohhhh, you jealous, Laura," Charise laughed
merrily. "I love you to be jealous. Don't worry, it'll
only be me."
"I'll be right there."
Only half-dressed, Laura quickly shed her expensive
work clothes and pulled on jeans and a sweater. It was
raining outside, and Charise was standing on the corner
where Laura usually picked her up, buried in a huge blue
parka with a fur-lined hood, looking like a shivering, tiny
black waif, a small child even, not the hot-blooded but
sweet-natured little angel of sex Laura knew her to be.
Rain water spilled off her parka as she hopped into Laura's
car.
"Shit, it pouring out there."
Laura was overcome by a huge, throbbing, unexpected
bloom of love inside her chest cavity. Even though she
loved other girls too, she rarely felt this enormous, sudden
onrush of terrible desire for them. She wanted to pull the
car over to the curb and rape Charise on the spot. Instead,
she reached over with one hand and squeezed her knee through
her damp jeans, looking deep into her shining black eyes.
"Oh god, I've missed you," Laura said.
"You keep saying that, I'm gonna start thinking you
mean it," Charise retorted with her angelic smile. She
brushed her enchanting, stiffish black bangs up from her
eyebrows. "My nasty old hair hates this rain. It'll be
standing up like a broom before long."
"I love your bangs," Laura said, sounding mawkish,
alarmed by her own syrupy sweetness. "I do mean it."
Now Charise turned on the double-pixie smile, the heart-
stirring smile that made Laura quiver every time. She was
not beautiful and even verged on the homely, with a flat
nose and incipient bags under her eyes. But this pixie
smile made her seem like the most beautiful creature on
earth, and it melted Laura's heart every time. She realized
that Charise's appeal was made up of these contradictions:
the almost ugly face transformed by the half-beatific, half-
sensual smile, the slender girl's body sporting a woman's
beautifully-formed, full breasts, the knowing eyes mixed
with the girlish mannerisms. All of it jumbled together in
her darling Inky to make the girl a fierce lodestone of
lust, and Laura's stomach was churning with anticipation by
the time they reached her apartment house.
As she was parking her car, she realized that it was
only about seven-thirty, just about the time Jane would be
leaving for school. Even though months back Jane had helped
and encouraged Laura to seduce Charise, and they had made
love to her together in Laura's bed-Charise's first time
with a girl, let alone two girls-the two had since become
fairly bitter enemies, drawing a line in the dirt over who
had sole rights to Laura.
Typically, each handled her jealousy in a different
way. Jane was crazed and unpredictable and nasty. Also,
hotter than the tongs of hell when she and Laura finally got
past her jealousy to intense, insatiable sex. Charise
pouted, and dropped sly, cutting remarks, sometimes even
playing on Laura's guilt by portraying herself as too ugly
and too black to compete with her rival, which was also
Jane's interpretation. She was also conscious of being at a
disadvantage since Jane lived in the same apartment house as
Laura. But in bed, she seemed to forget that anyone existed
but Laura and her.
Laura was deathly afraid they would run into Jane. She
hurried Charise through the lobby to the elevator, which
opened to emit Kendra instead.
"Well, look what we have here," Kendra's eyes widened.
She looked closely at Charise. "Don't I know you?"
Then she shot a harsh, disapproving glance at Laura,
who put on her brashest, most impervious face. "Excuse us."
"Now just a minute," Kendra said, grabbing Laura's
elbow. "Laura, I think you ought to introduce me to your
friend. She looks kind of familiar. Kind of young, too,"
she added significantly, one eyebrow raising.
Laura suddenly felt like a child molester. She knew
Kendra was edgy because she believed Laura had seduced Jane,
though it was really the other way around. At least, Laura
devoutly prayed, Kendra didn't know that she and Jane had
been fucking like two horny she-cats off and on ever since,
so hard last time that they had broken Laura's bed. But
just seeing Laura with a teenager, even if she had not
recognized Charise, was enough to remind her of her
suspicions.
Worse for Laura, Kendra looked absolutely ravishing
herself. Even though she was bundled up for the rain, her
red-gold hair was only partially covered by a scarf, her
hard, curvaceous body was artfully encased in a stylish
raincoat, and her shapely legs were visible. Laura had
kissed and stroked that hard body and wished she could do it
again. Because of Kendra's obsession with `Mr. Penis,' and
lately, apparently, Marshall's stupendous organ-which Laura
too had experienced-she and Laura had not had any sex with
each other for a while. She also hates me because of the
Jane thing, Laura thought. Good thing she doesn't know
about last time.
"We can talk later," Laura said, trying to brush past
her, pulling Charise's hand.
But Kendra stood her ground. She turned her face to
Charise. "Aren't you one of Jane's friends? Jane Fallon?
You know her?"
"Yes, ma'am," Charise said sheepishly, looking at the
floor.
"You can look up at me, girl," Kendra snapped.
She isn't your mother, Charise, Laura wanted to say.
You don't have to look at her. She hasn't got any power
over you. You're with me. Instead, she said,
"They're not friends. Jane teases her mercilessly.
Now, if you don't mind, let us use the elevator."
"You helping her with her homework, Laura?" Kendra
asked, sarcastically. "I don't see no books."
Laura pursed her lips, trying to restrain her temper,
which she knew was mostly fired by her guilt. "Get out of
the way, Kendra. Mind your own business."
Still glowering at Laura, her eyes reflecting her
disbelief and disapproval, Kendra stepped out of the
elevator door and to one side. "If you don't take all," she
said under her breath. "This poor child. A black child,
too. How can you do it, Laura? Don't you even feel bad, or
feel-"
The elevator door automatically slid shut on Kendra's
face and voice, leaving Charise and Laura in the ascending
elevator, shocked into silence and both very uncomfortable.
They both said nothing until they were inside Laura's
apartment. Laura very methodically and securely locked the
front door. At least we know there isn't anybody upstairs,
she thought. Unless Jane stayed home sick, or hasn't left
yet.
Laura looked at her watch. School would start in
fifteen minutes. Surely Jane was gone. All she needed now
was another scene from Jane, after having endured one with
Jane's mother.
"That was Jane's mama, right?" Charise said, as if
reading Laura's mind, slowly removing her wet parka.
"Here, let me put that in the kitchen where it can dry
off," Laura said, taking it.
She hung it over a chair and let it drip on the
linoleum tile. Charise followed her into the kitchen.
Laura turned to her and smiled, trying to regain the mood of
excited sexual anticipation they had both been feeling
before Kendra had thrown a wet blanket over it.
"We have the whole day," she said to Charise, her eyes
dancing significantly with unspoken promises.
A slow grin of recognition spread over Charise's face.
"That's right . . . we do," she said, getting used to the
idea.
In the past, they had always been forced to squeeze
their moments together into odd hours after school and work,
or brief periods when Charise's mother was away, or
otherwise preoccupied. Spending a whole day together in bed
was a luxury they had never experienced. Oh god, a whole
day of fucking Inky! Laura thought. I'll die of joy. I
hate Kendra for trying to spoil it.
But Kendra had come close. Laura still felt a sour,
hard bubble of shame inside her. This lovely black
schoolgirl belonged in class, not here in the apartment of
some closet lesbian pervert who was about to enjoy the young
thing's beautiful adolescent body all day. I feel like pure
scum, Laura realized. How can I be such a shit? I should
take her right over to that school this instant and make her
go.
"Why did you want to come here . . . instead of go to
school?" Laura asked, feigning innocence.
Charise, shedding some of the solemn seriousness the
encounter with Kendra in the lobby had left her with, batted
her eyelashes at Laura. "More fun here," she said,
succinctly.
"Life isn't only about fun." God, I sound like
someone's mother myself, Laura thought.
"You can say that again," Charise sighed, shrugging her
shoulders.
She wore-Laura realized, now that Charise had removed
the parka-a gray athletic jersey of the sort you could buy
at Wal-Mart or Target, and of course her jeans, damp from
the rain. We'll get you out of those wet clothes, my dear,
Laura thought. I can't wait to run my fingers over that
delicious smooth skin. And to kiss you everywhere.
She took the two steps that brought her face to face
with the girl, her heart melting-and her pussy too, she
realized. "I'm glad you like to come here," she murmured,
eyes falling to Charise's very sensual mouth.
Charise said nothing but offered up her lips. Laura
kissed her very slowly, not even touching her body until
they had been kissing a full minute. For the first thirty
seconds, they did not even open their mouths but just moved
their lips together in a yearning, emotional rhythm. Then
Laura's tongue slipped into Charise's mouth, coiling with
hers, inviting Charise's back into her own mouth, her blood
beginning to pound through her excited body.
Laura slid her hands under the bottom of the jersey,
running them over Charise's smooth, naked back, so resilient
and fresh and supple. I want her, she thought, desire
humming through her body. I want her so badly. She may be
a schoolgirl, but I want her more than anything!
"Come into the bedroom," she whispered against
Charise's full lips. "I want you."
Charise grinned. "Not till you call me darling," she
said, flirting, teasing.
"My darling Inky. My darling. Come in the bedroom
with me. Please."
Laura caressed her face as she spoke, brushing the
girl's bangs with her fingertip, stroking her phenomenally
smooth cheek. Charise gave her The Smile.
"I hate it when anybody calls me `Inky' but you. You
know that?"
Laura took her hand and gently tugged her along. "Why
is that?"
"At school they always teasing me. Inky this.
Midnight that. Tar baby, jigaboo. They don't mean it sweet
like you do when you say it. They all think it ain't too
cool to be dark like me . . .but you like it."
God, this poor darling, having to put up with shit like
that, Laura thought. She knew it was true because Jane
frequently said those things, or similar ones, to Laura
about Charise when they were alone.
"You don't realize how much I like it," Laura murmured,
lifting up the athletic jersey, pulling it gently past
Charise's hair and over her head. "I want to kiss your
whole body all over, that's how much I like it."
"Even my wrinkly old elbows?" Charise grinned.
Laura made a face, playfully. "Everything but them."
Under the athletic jersey, Charise wore a navy blue
sports bra. It clung tightly to her fairly large breasts,
large for her slender body, supporting them though they
needed no support. Laura slipped her fingers under the
elastic running along the bottom of it, preparing to lift it
off too. But Charise, smiling, stepped back.
"Wait . . . I got a surprise for you."
"What?"
She unzipped her jeans and pulled them down in front,
her white cotton panties too, exposing her smooth, gleaming
abdomen. She then ran her fingers over it, the soft, salmon-
pink hue of the undersides of her fingers contrasting with
the deep black skin of her belly.
"See anything?" she asked Laura.
"Just your beautiful tummy that I want to kiss," Laura
said, truthfully.
Charise looked down at it too, then back up at Laura,
her face betraying a trace of fear that Laura had never seen
before. "I think I might be pregnant," she said softly.
Laura's heart plummeted to her toes. Oh god. "Why . .
. do you think so?" she asked, her mouth dry, voice
quavering.
"I missed two periods. Last time I was here, I missed
one just before. Then I just missed another one last week.
And I feel a little sick sometimes."
"How do you feel now?"
The Smile again. "Shit, I feel great. I like being
with you."
Laura knelt down in front of her, running her fingers
over Charise's taut, flat tummy, ashamed to be feeling more
lust than concern. She was very alarmed that Charise might
indeed be pregnant, but she was filled with the urge to fuck
her too, to swarm over the sweet thing and fuck her madly.
Right below this flat, gleaming black tummy, and below the
nest of tight black curls of hair just beneath it, was the
gorgeous pussy she so desired. And it was probably moist
and blooming, ready for her eager tongue.
She ran her fingers over the incredibly smooth black
skin, where Charise's fingers had been. Charise's belly
didn't seem any less flat and smooth and firm than it had
ever been. She had an enchanting deep navel. Laura wanted
to french it.
"How . . . would you have got pregnant?" she asked
quietly, carefully. "That guy?"
Charise nodded slowly.
"Did you two do it again?"
Charise looked embarrassed, ashamed. "He wanted to.
He didn't really get to do it right the first time. I told
you, he sort of shot most of it on my leg. He was pretty
excited."
"I can imagine," Laura said, knowing how excited
Charise's young body made her. "So, to make it up to him,
you let him shoot it right into you."
Charise crinkled her nose. "That's where it's supposed
to go, ain't it?"
"No," Laura shook her head. "It's supposed to go right
into that little rubber he's supposed to be wearing."
"He won't. Says it's shit."
Laura felt very sad. "What are you going to do?"
Charise shrugged. "Don't know. I ain't told my Mama
yet. She'll kill me."
"Do you want me to help you?"
Charise pondered it, giggled, then shook her head.
Slowly, turning seductive now, she inched her jeans and
panties the rest of the way down her thighs. Her eyes
smoldered. She knew Laura's weakness. Laura found herself
forgiving the boy who had probably made her pregnant. If
she did this for him, how could he resist?
She wanted to pursue the subject further, but Charise
was trying to distract her, and it worked easily. Laura
watched, fascinated, wildly aroused, as Charise untied her
sneakers, slipped them off one by one, then kicked her jeans
and panties free. She saw Laura's spellbound eyes on her
body and yawned her naked thighs apart, showing Laura a
glimpse of the hot, red, wet crease between them.
"You looking like you see something you want," she
teased softly.
Laura, already on her knees, looked up at her and
nodded. "I do."
"How bad you want it?"
"Very bad."
Laura got to her feet. Charise was now naked except
for her sports bra. Laura pulled her own sweatshirt over
her head. She wore no bra, and now she shimmied her naked
breasts in Charise's face. Charise took them in her hands,
her slender black fingers contrasting with Laura's creamy
skin. She kissed Laura, sliding her tongue inside Laura's
mouth. She pinched Laura's nipples gently.
"Your dick is bigger than his dick," she whispered in a
sultry voice that, Laura thought, didn't sound possible
coming from the mouth of a teenager.
"Mmmm, you'll have to wait for my dick," Laura
whispered back, finally lifting the tight sports bra over
Charise's breasts and pulling it up over her head too. "My
tongue is dying to taste your sweet little pussy."
Charise loved being worshipped by Laura, and she sat on
the edge of Laura's bed patiently while Laura removed the
rest of her own clothes. Then, without even pulling down
the bedspread, Laura pushed her down on it, filling her
hands with Charise's naked breasts and kissing the girl
ravenously. She kissed her neck, her ears, her throat, her
shoulders, her clavicles, the smooth underside of her jaw,
her cheeks, her nose, her eyes, her forehead, brushing aside
the bangs, then kissing the bangs too. I love you, I want
to eat you alive! she thought, stroking the girl's deep
black, phenomenally smooth skin.
Charise blinked happily at her, their faces so close
that they could feel each other's breath. "You must've
missed me," she panted softly to Laura.
"Yes, I missed you," Laura purred. "And you were out
giving your body to that beastly boy. Did he make you
come?"
Charise, eyes dilated and pulsing with sexual
excitement, shook her head. "Nobody ever made me come but
you. And me, of course." She squint-smiled. "But you do
it better than me."
"Do you want me to eat your hot little pussy?"
"Wow . . . yes, Laura."
"Are you going to come fast?"
"I think so. You got me all warm and gooey already."
"I didn't even suck your perfect nipples yet."
"Then you better do it. I'm dying to feel you do it.
Do it hard."
"Oh . . . darling Inky."
Laura rolled onto her back, rolling Charise up over her
at the same time, so that the girl's full, firm, delicious
naked breasts dangled in her face. She held the dark globes
in her hands, squeezing them, watching Charise's coal-black
nipples swell, the centers popping up, the gleaming black
areolas shiny, puffed up. She fed one into her mouth,
sucking it in deep, hearing Charise sigh, feeling her body
grow tense.
Charise's thick nipple quickly grew hard in her mouth,
and she threw her head back, whimpering, mewling even more
excitedly as Laura sucked it harder. Laura quickly released
it and sucked Charise's other nipple into her mouth,
devouring it, pinching it between her tongue and the roof of
her mouth.. Charise went wild, gurgling and gasping, now
opening her eyes and looking down at Laura's wide-open mouth
that was stuffed with the flesh of her breast.
She began to moan and quiver uncontrollably, her body
flexing and straining in a way that telegraphed to Laura
that Charise was about ready to come. It was happening much
sooner than Laura wanted it to. She wanted to keep this up
forever, feasting on the girl's beautiful breasts, feeling
Charise's sleek flesh giving under her fingers, hearing
Charise's soft, urgent moans of frantic, accelerating need.
I don't want it to be over, she thought. I want to do
everything to this sweet, beautiful girl before she leaves
me and I can't ever do it again!
She let Charise's wet, rubbery, erect nipple slip out
of her mouth. "Are you going to come, baby?"
"Ungghh . . . oh god, yes!"
Laura rolled her again onto her back and slid down
between her thighs in one fluid motion. She loved Charise's
beautiful, shapely black pussy, and it was just as beautiful
as ever, puckered and swollen, shiny with running juices,
the interior fiery and inflamed, the little whitish bead at
the top engorged, sticking up. Even though you let that guy
shoot his disgusting jizz into it, Laura thought. I still
love it. You are going to come hard, honey.
She wanted to lick it long and lovingly, but she knew
they had all day too, the first time they had ever had hours
to spend fucking. And if she didn't get busy, Charise was
likely to come by herself, without any help from Laura. She
was keening and mewling, clawing her own thighs, squirming
and pumping her hips.
Laura pressed her mouth to this festering, oozing
nether mouth of Charise's pussy, sliding her tongue up into
the warm squinchy channel, stabbing it in deep. Charise
gave a soft whoop, her lovely, supple body undulating as she
approached the culminating instant. She was digging her
fingers so hard into her clenching, glossy black thighs that
Laura was afraid she might tear the skin. Laura grabbed
both of the girl's hands in her own, the quickly pressed the
flat of her tongue against the hard little bead of Charise's
clit, knowing the girl was only a split second away from a
crushing orgasm.
"Oh! Unh! Oh . . . oh shit . . . oh Laura! Ungghh!
Yes yes!"
And then, her hands squeezing Laura's, her pelvis
jerking spastically in sharp little twitches, she began to
come, the breath locked briefly in her lungs as her body
seemed to levitate off the bed before it started shuddering
from violent shock waves.
"Anngghiiieeee!" she cried out. "Ounngghhh! Unghh!
Oh . . . oh! Oh Jesus oh Jesus ohhhhnnnn! Ungghhh!"
Laura did nothing but hold onto her hands and press her
own tongue against Charise's clit, riding out the tumultuous
shocks of Charise's writhing body until they began to wane,
and Charise began to relax, still panting and mewling
helplessly, her eyes glazed and reddened, her toes still
curled from a thrilling climax. Laura didn't hurry her to
return from paradise. She was content to feel this deep
intimacy, her mouth still glued tenderly to the girl's
throbbing pussy, her hands still clutching Charise's hands,
her fingertips somehow sensitive to every pulse traveling
through the sweet girl's slackening body as Charise drifted
back from her pulverizing sexual explosion.
After a while, Charise stirred and reached down with
one hand to fluff Laura's hair. "You just get better and
better, lady," she said, a little hoarse.
Laura smiled up at her. "I think I was only along for
the ride," Laura confessed. "I think you might have come if
I just let you lie there and pump."
Charise broke once again into her beatific grin. "I
think you're right. Wow, you really had me going." She
cupped both of her young, upswept breasts in her hands and
brushed her large tar-black nipples with her thumbs. "You
sucked these babies so hard, my pussy started feeling like a
drum. Wham wham wham. Know what I mean?"
Laura nodded. She did know. Hers was feeling pretty
insistent itself right about now. Charise could see the
look in Laura's eyes. She took Laura's hand in both of
hers, raising it up to her lips, staring deep into Laura's
eyes while she kissed Laura's knuckles.
"Your turn, Laura," she whispered. "You lay down here.
I'm gonna fuck you with your own dick." Charise nearly
broke up over this, giggling and laughing and trying to
suppress it, to keep control. "Now . . . where is it?"
Laura grinned while Charise hopped off the bed and
squatted, searching under it. She came up with the huge
double dildo in no time, but also found the four-pronged toy
and the rope. Uh oh, Laura thought, hating revelations.
"What you doing with this?" Charise frowned, letting
the white nylon rope dangle from one exquisitely-shaped,
very black hand.
"None of your business."
Charise's eyes twinkled with mischief. "Laura, you
could be arrested. I think you doing some stuff that's a
little too wild. What do you do, tie up some other chick
and then-"
Laura held up her hand. "Stop. Please. It's none of
your business. Somebody left it there. It wasn't me. I
just forgot to get rid of it."
Charise's eyes widened with shock. She looked more
than ever right now like a stunned three-year-old. "You
mean you let somebody tie you up with it?"
"No," Laura stammered, trying to think of some
explanation that Charise would except.
But by now Charise was turning the four-pronged dildo
from back to front in her hand, examining it closely. "Now
this . . . I think I can understand," she grinned. She
looked at Laura. "You been holding out on me, Laura."
Laura grabbed her wrist and pulled her back over to the
bed, play-wrestling with her, luxuriating in the feel of
Charise's naked body against hers. "I thought you said you
were going to fuck me with my own dick," she purred sexily,
seductively.
"Mmmm, that's just what I'm gonna do."
They kissed, a long, sensual, emotional, stirring kiss,
during which Charise dropped one hand to Laura's pussy and
began massaging the wet, soupy slit in slow, rhythmic
swirls. Letting herself be lovingly fucked by Charise was a
special thrill for Laura. Charise took it very seriously,
as Laura did too. There would be no rushing, no hurry, no
hasty groping or graceless penetrations.
Charise liked to `make love'. She pushed Laura onto
her back and began to caress and fondle Laura's breasts,
gently squeezing the perfect globes, then licking and
sucking Laura's nipples skillfully.
"You know, I saw that model who looks like you on TV,"
she murmured, without stopping what she was doing.
Laura had to smile. The sensations in her nipples
caused by Charise's sensual mouth were marvelous, and
getting her very aroused. Charise was the only person she
knew who would say that Stephanie Seymour looked like her,
Laura, rather than the other way around.
"Stephanie?" she said dreamily, running her fingertips
along one bare black shoulder, watching Charise's pink
tongue tease one of her throbbing nipples.
"Yeah, that's her," Charise murmured. "She was on some
talk show. She pretty good-looking."
"Would you do this with her?"
Charise looked up at Laura, squint-smiling, enjoying
herself immensely. "I might," she said, tickled to see
Laura's expression fall. "Ooohhh Laura, you jealous! I
love it when you get jealous. You don't have to be jealous.
She probably don't like little ghetto bunnies like me."
"Poor her, then. And you don't live in a ghetto. You
live about six blocks from here."
"Ain't as nice as this neighborhood, though."
"Ohhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh god, that feels good!"
"Mmmm, you like that, don't you. You ain't the only
one who can suck hard."
Laura was overcome by sexual and emotional feelings
inextricably wound together, all of them centered on this
delicious, artless young girl. "Can you fuck hard too?" she
gasped softly, eyes veiled, smoking, her body squirming
excitedly as Charise sweetly tormented her erect, wet
nipples with her fingers and lips.
"I think I can if that's what you want."
"Don't you?"
Charise grinned, reaching for the huge double dildo.
"Sounds like it might be worth a try."
Laura bit her lower lip as she watched Charise
carefully rub one fat end of the monstrous dildo up and down
in the wet groove of her open pussy. When it was
sufficiently smeared with her buttery juices, and Laura
herself was tense from anticipation, Charise began to push
it inside.
"Uhnnnn," Laura gasped involuntarily, feeling her labia
spread, stretched tight, by the huge fat pole pushing into
her cunt. "Oh!"
Charise smiled and twisted it, holding it with both
hands, slowly corkscrewing it into Laura's tight slit.
Laura was amazed each time she felt it at how massive it
was. Even Marshall's, the largest cock she had ever felt,
was no match for this enormous pole, which felt like a
baseball bat. Charise pushed it into Laura's pussy until
she was completely crammed with it, her body throbbing and
aching, feeling totally stuffed and impaled on this huge
rubber cock.
"Oh god!" she whimpered, half-delirious from sexual
excitement.
"Does it hurt?" Charise asked, her eyes sparkling with
excitement too.
She knew the answer, having been fucked by this huge
cock before herself. It did hurt a little, but the pain was
temporary and wildly erotic. Laura had not come yet, and
her body was very overheated, pulsing, throbbing, ready to
explode in fiery sexual eruptions. Her eyes were glazed,
her breath quick, raspy, as she shot a smoldering glance at
Charise.
"No. Oh god . . . oh, do it, honey," she panted. "Do
it . . . hard, like you promised."
Charise's black eyes were pulsing and swimming in hot,
throbbing sex now too, Laura could see. She was caught up
in the spell, and she moved the huge hard rubber pseudo-
organ in and out of Laura's splayed pussy, watching it sink
in, watching Laura's cuntlips cling to the edges as she
pulled it back out, a thick, cream-colored shaft glistening
with Laura's cunt juices. Laura began effortlessly,
rhythmically, to gyrate her hips, pushing her pussy up into
the impaling rod, swirling her pelvis, mewling half-
maniacally deep in her throat as the sexual sensations grew
more intense.
Propped up on her elbows, watching the huge,
magnificent thing penetrate her cunt as Charise pushed it
in, she half-smiled as she saw Charise began to insert the
other end of the dildo into her own pussy, looking down,
guiding the torpedo-shaped head up between her freshly-wet
cuntlips.
"Unhhh!" Charise gasped as the huge thing slid up into
her too. "Unghh! Oh wow, I forgot how big this thing is,"
she gulped, eyes watering.
But it slid in easily, and now they were both impaled
on it, with Charise still holding it with one hand in the
middle, the portion that protruded between their two groins.
She gazed into Laura's eyes. It was an electrifying sexual
moment, Laura on her back, Charise half-sitting between her
spread thighs, both of them crammed with the fuck-toy, their
bodies quivering, their eyes locked.
"Fuck me, baby," Laura said, forming the words with her
mouth but not really saying them, knowing Charise got her
meaning.
They began to move the lower part of their bodies
together and apart, both of them feeling the monstrous shaft
slide in and out, sending hot tingling through their flesh,
making them both gasp and groan softly each time the huge
torpedo pushed deep into their aching cunts. Laura was in
ninth heaven, feeling the erotic swell rise inside her,
watching the lovely young teenager who was fucking her,
watching Charise's marvelous full young breasts rise and
fall, sliding up and down on her body, almost bouncing but
too firm to bounce far, as Charise began to increase the
tempo, propelled forward by her own growing sexual urgency.
Charise's eyes rolled up in her head as the intensity
of the sensations swept through her. They were fucking
faster now, panting, grunting softly, bouncing on the bed,
making it creak and shimmy. Laura couldn't help but recall
how she and Jane had broken this same bed, using this same
monstrously big double dildo, though that time it had been
Laura on top, raping poor Jane, and herself, savagely,
exuberantly, athletically.
She reached up with both hands and grasped Charise's
moving breasts, squeezing the full globes lovingly, kneading
Charise's large, thick nipples with her fingers as Charise
began to pump hard, driving the fat, fake cocks up into her
body and Laura's more forcefully with each hard thrust. She
opened her eyes and leaned forward, pushing her breasts into
Laura's hands and pumping vigorous with her hips, piercing
Laura's pussy with the dildo, and her own as well.
"Ungghh!" Laura groaned. "Ongghh! Yes! Do it . . .
harder, honey, ungghh! Ahhngg! Oh!"
"Ungh! Oh Laura! Oh yes unghh!"
"Anngghh!"
"Ongghh! Unhhh! Unhh!"
"Oh god, honey! Yes! Auungghhh! Oh! Oh!"
Now releasing her grip on the middle of the dildo,
which Laura knew was firm and resilient enough to stay in
place no matter how hard they fucked since both ends were
buried deep in their two pussies, Charise leaned down even
further over Laura, kissing Laura hungrily and fucking her
sharply at the same time, gasping and whimpering as the huge
shaft pierced deep into her own pussy too.
"Laura . . ."she panted, agitated, rocking, straining.
"I . . . I'm gonna come again."
"Me too," Laura panted back.
"Let's come together."
"Okay. God, hurry, baby! Fuck me hard. Harder."
"Unhh! Like this? Ungh! Ungh!"
"Owwngghhh! Yes . . . unh! Oh god yes . . . unghh!
Ohnnggg!"
She and Charise had never had such savage, rapacious,
scorching sex together. Though they reached powerful
orgasms, they were usually slow and deliberate, loving,
tender, firm but not violent. But now, they thrashed and
struggled and fucked each other fiercely, jamming their
groins together, spearing each other's pussy with the
massive thick toy, groaning and even shrieking aloud as it
stabbed deep into their bodies, until they were both
trembling and shuddering on the edge of a fearsome climax.
"Yes . . . fuck me . . . yes!" Laura panted, looking up
at the girl, twisting and pinching Charise's plump nipples,
squeezing her breasts hard, ramming her pelvis up into each
piercing thrust, jabbing the other end of the dildo deep
into Charise's pussy.
"Ungghh! Annggh! Oh . . . oh Laura! Unghh!"
"Oh god!" Laura felt her whole body suddenly wrenched
by a massive shock. "Auungghiiieeee!" she cried out, coming
in violent spasms. "Ohhnggg! Unghh . . . anngghhhh! Oh!"
Charise in mid-stroke slumped forward onto her and
began to come too, twitching and groaning as a severe climax
shook her young body.
"Unngghhuuunnngghhh!" she groaned into Laura shoulder.
"Unngghhh! Oh shit shit unngghhhaauunngghhh!"
As she flexed and quivered through this powerful
orgasm, with Charise slumped on top of her coming just as
hard herself, Laura wondered in the back of her mind if she
and another had ever made this much noise while fucking.
And though not still screaming, they were both still moaning
like two horny cats, their throbbing bodies intertwined,
their cunts still linked by the huge toy that had brought
them to this. Laura was almost embarrassed to look at
Charise, knowing they had never fucked this way before, this
savagely. What would Charise think?
On the other hand, she herself was such a
thoroughgoing, insatiable fuck-pig that she knew it was not
enough for her. She rolled Charise onto her back and began
fucking her again, this time with herself on top, fucking
Charise slowly, sensually this time, not the savage,
thrilling kind of fuck they had just gone through, but a
more rhythmic, erotic one. Charise blinked and looked up at
her, her face still showing the stunning effects of her last
orgasm.
"Laura . . . you tryin' to kill me," she panted.
Laura shook her head, already pretty aroused again,
holding the dildo with one hand, moving her own body back
and forth on it as she pushed the other end into Charise.
"I can't get enough of you," she gasped, filling her
hands again with the girl's wonderful, springy young
breasts. "I just want to fuck you and fuck you and never
stop."
Even in the grip of fierce sexual feelings, Charise
beamed her enchanting smile at Laura. "You just go right
ahead, then," she panted. "I love being fucked by you,
Laura."
"Oh god, honey, you're so beautiful!"
One hard, deep thrust made Charise suddenly go glassy-
eyed, and Laura realized happily that both of them were
still on an orgasmic plateau they had reached in their last
climaxes, and that more orgasms were only a second a way, if
they pressed hard for them. She also realized, in the back
of her mind, that neither Kendra nor Jane were home, or she
would certainly have heard some stamping on the ceiling by
now. She had run into Kendra in the lobby anyway, and she
knew Jane must be at school.
This meant she and her darling Inky could scream bloody
murder when they each came, if they wanted to, and this
allowed Laura to drop all caution and to fuck Charise with a
total frenzy that if anything exceeded the violent rape they
had just inflicted on each other minutes ago. The pace had
quickly returned to its past frantic nature, and they were
now attacking each other like two crazed sex fiends, fucking
in quick, sharp jabs, kissing, scratching, sucking, biting,
dissolving in a maniacal, thrashing delirium of sex that had
both of them coming again in under a minute.
This time Charise gave a loud whoop, her lithe young
body flexing under Laura, its sleek ebony smoothness and
deep gloss giving Laura an extra erotic charge as she too
began to whinny and groan in the throes of a stupendous and
electrifying climax. They clung to each other, twitching
and whimpering and moaning in a whirlwind of shared coming,
each wrenching spasm seeming to flow between their mated
flesh, even their warm, rapid breath mingling as they kissed
in a passionate culmination of an incredible moment.
Then they released each other, and Laura rolled off
Charise, collapsing beside her, slowly withdrawing the huge
dildo from her own pussy. It had slipped back out of
Charise's as Laura rolled to the side. Both were stunned
and half-destroyed by the power of the sex they had just
experienced, and it was Charise, after several minutes, who
broke the spell. She turned her head slowly to one side and
squinted at Laura's bedside clock radio.
"Shoot, I ain't been here even an hour yet, and I think
we finished each other off for the day," she said,
wonderingly.
"It's my dick," Laura said weakly. "I think it brings
out the best in us."
"It sure brought out a lot in you. I never been fucked
that hard in my life."
Laura caressed her cheek, still on her back, unable to
move. "You have a young life."
"I can say one thing," Charise brightened. "I bet if I
was pregnant, I don't have to be worrying about that
anymore. I don't think any baby gon' survive that pounding
you gave my pussy."
She grinned irrepressibly. For a moment Laura had been
ashamed and embarrassed to have inflicted such violent,
rapacious sex on the poor girl, who in spite of her lesbian
fucking with Laura and her few times with the boy who had
possibly made her pregnant, was pretty innocent and sweet.
Certainly not fodder for a horny pervert like me, Laura
thought. But instead of being shocked, Charise seemed happy
and amused, pleased that each time she was with Laura, the
sex was hotter and more ingenious than the last. God, soon
she'll be wanting me to tie her up, Laura thought, with mild
horror. After all, Charise had discovered the rope under
the bed.
They rested for a while. But since, as Charise had
acknowledged, it was still only mid-morning, they did end up
in bed again. Laura could not keep her hands off her Inky's
svelte, jet-black body, and, surprisingly, Charise was just
as eager to continue fucking as Laura. Only now, having let
out their whirlwind of hot passion earlier, they could
afford to go slowly, and the afternoon was a marathon of
patient, sensitive fucking, so beautiful that Laura did not
want it to end.
By two-thirty, each had had about a dozen orgasms, more
than Charise had ever had at one time, she confessed.
"I lost count," she giggled gleefully. "That last one,
though, was a killer. Like my body really didn't want to
come, you know? One too many. But then, when it did, holy
shit. I think I can still feel it aching down there from
that last one."
"Want me to lick it and make it better?" Laura purred,
caressing her wonderful black belly, so flat and firm it was
impossible to believe she was truly pregnant.
"If you do, I'm gonna have to go through that again,"
Charise said, wide-eyed. "You don't ever get enough."
"Do you?"
"I just told you that last time sort of hurt a little."
"Mmmm, I thought you were telling me how great it was."
"Well," Charise smiled apologetically, "that too."
"It's okay," Laura said, remembering the time. "I
think we ought to get you out of here before Jane comes
home. One Fallon a day is enough, don't you think?"
"You got that right."
They began to dress, slowly, reluctantly.
"What are you going to do about . . . the problem?"
Laura asked, pointing to her delectable smooth belly. "Do
you want me to help?"
"I don't know," Charise pouted. "My Mama'll fry my ass
when she find out."
"Do you want to go to a clinic?"
"You mean where they scrape it out?"
Laura nodded.
"In school they said you can't go unless you tell your
Mama first."
Laura was very sympathetic. She put a tender hand on
Charise's arm. What a decision to have to make. She loved
the girl, but she also realized that she herself was nothing
better than a child molester in the eyes of the law, in the
same boat with the guy who had made the sweet thing
pregnant.
"I'm hoping the way you rammed my pussy killed it off,"
she said, with alarming directness, apparently feeling no
guilt. "Otherwise, I got shit to pay everywhere."
Before leaving Laura's apartment, they shared one last,
lingering, very emotional kiss. "Thank you, Charise for
sharing your day with me."
"Thank you, Laura, for being Laura and digging me so
much. Nobody in my life ever dug me like you do." She
winked. "And thank your dick, too."
Laura drove her back to the street corner, a few blocks
from Charise's house, where she usually picked her up and
dropped her. Again sheltered inside her huge parka, though
it had now stopped raining, Charise looked tinier and
younger than ever, standing on the corner, waving wistfully
as Laura, crying in spite of herself, drove off.
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