Water My Ficus and Take Me to Bed: The Laura and Shamika Chronicles Part 1

by Miranda Mars

  “Oh honey . . . that was such a good one,” she murmured against Shamika’s smooth black cheek.

  “Oh god . . .” Shamika finally blinked, after a lengthy stretch of panting and mewling, her eyes fluttering open.

  Laura could not resist running one hand again over the girl’s marvelous young breasts and hard abs.

  Shamika blinked again, still looking a little stunned by her orgasm. “I don’t think you have to make me come a hundred times after all,” she croaked in a soft, very soft voice. “That was like a hundred rolled into one.”

  Laura did not even answer her. She was too overcome by swelling, surging lust herself. She smiled and swarmed all over the supine girl, kissing her neck and gleaming shoulders again feverishly, scooping up Shamika’s firm breasts in both hands and squeezing them passionately, and eagerly straddling the girl’s midriff, one knee digging into the mattress on each side, mashing her wet crotch into the hard ridges of Shamika’s amazing abs, gasping softly as she rocked forward and back, rubbing her throbbing pussy against the hard muscles, falling forward and grunting softly as her mouth sought Shamika’s and kissed it savagely.

  “Fuck me, honey,” she panted, almost maniacally. “Fuck me . . . yes . . . that’s it . . . push into me . . . yes . . . yes! Ungghhh!”

  Shamika quickly got into the spirit of things, grabbing Laura’s upper body more forcefully than she had yet done, clutching her flesh, arching her own back off the bed to push her hard midriff up into Laura’s slippery, sliding cunt, then bringing her hands forward to cup and squeezed Laura’s small, bobbing breasts, and kissing her back heatedly.

  “Are you going to come, Laura?” she asked, as if echoing Laura’s earlier question to her.

  “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Laura gasped wildly, now grinding her wet pussy down into Shamika’s smooth, unyielding muscles.

  This was a real athletic event. She knew she could come this way, and quickly too, but it would take some really rough clenching and pumping. She planted her palms on either side of Shamika’s shoulders and jammed her groin down into the girl’s hard stomach, throwing her head back and even yelping uncontrollably when Shamika forcibly pulled her body down and sucked one of Laura’s nipples nearly into her throat, pumping back fiercely at the same time with her arched back and rising stomach.

  “Aoowwwnnngg!” Laura howled excitedly. “Ungghh! Oh! Oh . . . shit! Yes! Mmmnngg! Yes!”

  Shamika let Laura’s breast out of her mouth and chased Laura’s other breast with her lips, which was a little hard to do since Laura was jouncing and surging and pumping wildly on top of her body. But she used one hand too, and fed Laura’s nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, as Laura had done to her, as Laura nearly always did. And this happened just as the hot spark seemed to ignite itself deep inside Laura’s womb and roiling, seething pressure began to well up and then explode inside Laura’s cunt and she came in starbursts that wrenched her body and summoned loud, aching moans from deep in her chest.

  “Awwwoooonnnnnngggg! Ohhhhnnnmmgg! Oh! Yes! Auoowwnnngg!” she moaned, feeling her pussy throb with sweet explosions as she slumped forward, panting uncontrollably, onto poor Shamika, who stroked her back and held her while the spasms slowly waned.

  No speaking. No laughing. No murmuring, no cooing or whispering. Just silence. They could hear each other breathing. Laura was stunned by her quick orgasm, and Shamika was stunned by having been the person who had apparently brought it about.

  “I didn’t really think you could do that,” she finally said, minutes later, in an awed tone of voice. “I mean, I thought you were joking.”

  Laura groggily propped herself up on both hands, feeling the small sadness that always occurred when she peeled her naked body away from that of her bed partner. “You, my darling, are a miracle.”

  Shamika grinned. “I didn’t do anything but lay there.”

  Laura rolled to the side. “I think I got your tummy all wet,” she grinned, running her fingertip over the shiny wet ripples of Shamika’s truly incredible abs.

  “I know, and it’s cold now. I need a towel.”

  Shamika hopped off the bed to fetch one, opening the bedroom door and running down the hall to the linen closet, then back again with two or three towels. Laura was mesmerized by the thrill of watching her beautiful young naked body, her firm dark breasts bouncing, her sculpted ass cheeks jiggling, her calves clenching as she ran. Shamika carefully shut the door behind her again, giving Laura a chance to admire her lovely black bottom even more, a bubble beauty to rival the best she had ever known.

  “You have a beautiful ass,” she said as Shamika returned to the bed with the towels, her lovely young breasts swaying temptingly, her bulging black nipples gleaming.

  “Thank you,” Shamika replied demurely. “You gon’ make me blush.”

  This was the first touch of ebonics Laura had ever heard from her, and it was somehow intimate and enchanting. They mopped up a little, and then Laura took Shamika in her arms again, lying side by side, kissing her with extraordinary romanticism. This girl, though exuberant and hungry for sex, was still a very sweet and romantic darling, deep down. “I like kissing with you,” she whispered to Laura.

  “I can tell,” Laura whispered back.

  “And I like pushing my naked boobs against yours. It turns me on.”

  “Mmmm, everything about you turns me on,” Laura replied, sucking her neck. She was careful not to leave a hickey, though Shamika’s neck was so black it would probably be hard to leave one. Still, Laura didn’t want to get her into trouble with auntie. “If you’re not careful, I’m going to eat you alive. Grrrrrrr!” she snarled playfully, squeezing Shamika’s very firm young breasts again in both hands.

  “I wouldn’t mind a bit,” Shamika breathed into her ear. “I like being fucked by you, too.”

  That did it for Laura. She was getting so hot she knew she had to have more. But first she needed to visit the bathroom.

  “Second door to the left,” Shamika directed her, watching Laura’s naked body as she went to the door, the same way Laura had been watching hers earlier, which gave Laura an added charge. Who doesn’t want her body to be admired and wanted? She smiled.

  In the bathroom, she did her business, then looked at herself in the mirror and gave herself a little lecture on how wrong it was to startle young innocents by rubbing yourself into a gasping, groaning climax on their hard bodies. You should be ashamed, she told herself, feeling, however, still hot and lusty.

  When she returned, Shamika was sitting lotus-style in the center of the bed with a mischievous smirk on her face, stroking with one forefinger the strap-on dildo she had removed from Laura’s handbag. “Look what I found,” she said.

  Laura made a disapproving moue. “Tsk tsk. Going through people’s private things.”

  “I’m sorry.” Shamika looked briefly contrite. Then she broke into a grin. “Not really.” She held up the dildo, staring Laura straight in the eye. “Are you going to show me how this works?”

  “Something tells me it’s not much of a mystery.”

  Shamika held it and the harness out to Laura. “I want you to show me.”

  Laura felt a warm wondrous love wash over her, unexpectedly. God, I want to fuck her but I also want just to engulf her with sweet, throbbing love. I fall in love too easily, she could hear echoing down the deep reverberant nostalgia corridors of her mind. I fall in love too fast . . .

  Laura took the proffered gift. Shamika watched her intently as she slipped into the straps and fastened them tight. “I’ve had two boyfriends,” she said. “Neither of them had a dick that big.”

  “Does that mean you’d rather not?” Laura asked.

  “Oh no,” Shamika beamed excitedly. “If you’re doing it, I don’t care how big it is.”

  I fall in love too terribly hard, for love to ever last . . .

  Before commencing with the hard rutting, Laura embraced her and drug her down to the sheet once again, pushing their breasts together, as Shamika
had said she liked earlier. “Kiss me and kiss me and tell me again how you wanted me to get you in bed like this,” Laura murmured against her sensual mouth, before stabbing her tongue deep into it.

  “Oh god, I did from the very first moment,” Shamika confessed. “Isn’t it terrible that I really didn’t realize it until now? I mean, I never fucked with a girl. Any girl. I didn’t know I wanted to. Even though I did take off my girlfriends’ bras now and then. I mean, only when they were already going to do it. I just asked if I could. They didn’t mind, but they must’ve been a little suspicious. But really, I never felt that way until today when I left your office. Not the first time. But when I came back and asked you about the algebra. What I really wanted was this.”

  Laura adopted a stern face for a brief moment. “Nevertheless,” she said, “We do have to get back to the algebra after a while. After we . . . do this.”

  “I know.” Shamika looked resigned. But then she perked back up. “So. Let’s do this, then. I can’t wait. I’m still horny, even after that hard cum I had. I think you make me horny. I’ve never been this horny.”

  Laura hugged her and kissed her lovingly, for a long time, running her hands all over Shamika’s delicious smooth body, pinching and slapping her wonderful hard high bubble booty, making secret plans for the infinite ways in which she would devour it in future love-ins like this one. Shamika liked this love play and so they kept at it for a long time, twisting and rubbing and kissing and giggling and writhing together, but without yet any urgency to be heatedly fucking and bringing on the big finish. They knew they would get there, but it was too much fun doing this to rush too fast to the next stage.

  But after a while the inevitable had to happen. Shamika wanted to be fucked by Laura, and the more they squirmed and tussled and stroked and pinched and played, the more she wanted it; and the more Laura wanted it too. “I hope you can do me hard,” Shamika panted against her shoulder. “I like it when a guy does me hard.”

  “Mmmmmm,” Laura panted back, releasing from her mouth the firm young breast she had been trying to swallow, “I can do you as hard as you like.”

  “Oh . . . good! I . . . think I’m ready.”

  And she was ready. Just a brief check of her sweet blossoming pussy with her fingertips told Laura that Shamika’s love channel was, if anything, more gooey and slippery than it had been the first time. Horny, indeed. The girl was a running river of sex.

  “Okay, honey, let’s give her a try,” Laura murmured to her, gently easing Shamika onto her back and sliding between her yawning silky black thighs.

  Shamika gazed up into her eyes as if locked in some hypnotic sexual trance as Laura slowly nudged the bulbous head of the dildo against her shiny, swollen, black pussy lips. She bit her lower lip, and her wide dark brown eyes flared slightly as the head of the shaft slipped inside. Laura slowly pushed it in all the way.

  “Ahhhnnnnnnn . . .” Shamika sighed softly as it entered her. Her hands flittered up to Laura’s arms, her fingers stroking Laura’s flesh. “It feels . . . good,” she gasped, almost inaudibly.

  “Oh honey . . . oh honey . . .” Laura murmured, leaning down and kissing her, a searching, passionate kiss.

  Even though Shamika apparently wanted to be fucked ‘hard,’ as she put it, Laura was inclined to fuck her slowly, tenderly, romantically. Maybe we can make both of us happy, she thought as she stabbed her tongue deep into Shamika’s mouth and slowly slid the shaft in and out of her tight, well-lubricated pussy. She sucked Shamika’s full lips sensually, mashing her own breasts into Shamika’s and wriggling her body so that they could feel every inch of their flesh touching as she gently probed the girl’s sweet, clinging pussy, sliding the long stalk in and out with slow, deliberate strokes.

  Shamika said nothing but mewled softly as the tempo remained steady but the arousal increased. Laura kept it up as long as she could, kissing her, cooing to her, mashing her breasts into hers, pushing the dildo in deep, running her hands up and down Shamika’s wonderfully taut young body.

  “I love your body,” she panted into Shamika’s lovely ear, following the words with her tongue. “I love fucking you and your beautiful body,” she breathed.

  “Ohhhh!” Shamika gasped, her eyes rolling up as Laura kissed her.

  This was the romantic part, the part Laura had wanted, and she made it last for several long minutes, stroking her and kissing her and fucking her tenderly. But she knew that the first part had to merge slowly into the second part, the ‘hard’ part, the part Shamika wanted. In an almost imperceptible crescendo, their bodies were already churning and thrusting more rapidly, more urgently, and their breathing had quickened.

  They were gradually shifting into high gear, and Shamika was becoming more agitated by the second, twisting and writhing under Laura, pumping back, bucking with her hips, gasping and wincing as the dildo penetrated deeper into her body with each more and more vigorous thrust.

  “Oh yes! Ungghh! Oh yes!” she gasped, biting her full lower lip again and undulating wildly under Laura’s fierce, plunging forward thrusts.

  Okay, honey, we’re going for it now! Laura thought, gripping the darling girl’s bare gleaming shoulders hard with both hands and ramming her deeply with the dildo. At this point she knew she had to hold onto the base of it to make sure it didn’t slip out, and she quickly thrust one hand down to her groin to stabilize the hard shaft. Now she could renew the force of her upward lunges, and she began to hammer the poor thing mercilessly hard, summoning a constant stream of wailing, whimpering, and squealing from Shamika as she got plunged into the maelstrom of hard fucking she had craved.

  “Aiinee! Yiieee! Ohhmnngg! Oh shit! Yes! Harder! Ungghh! Hard . . . er!” she gulped and gasped incoherently as Laura drilled her.

  As sometimes happened when she was doing this, Laura managed to let her ravening lust run away with her, and a while later—she didn’t know how long—she realized that she was really spearing and skewering and stabbing poor Shamika in a frothing, half-maniacal frenzy. Each stabbing thrust rocked Shamika’s ass up off the bed, and summoned from her a piercing shriek of pleasure mixed with pain.

  “Yiieeee! Mmmnng . . . yyaaiiiee! Yaiieee! Ummnnngg! Oh . . . oh . . . Laura!”

  Nobody can come this way, Laura realized. I’m killing her. I have to dial it back a little. And she did, she stopped hammering Shamika, but evidently just at the wrong moment, because Shamika was going to come after all. She clasped Laura almost in desperation.

  “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Unnnn! Unhhhh!”

  In mid-plunge, Laura revised her opinion, realizing that she herself had climaxed this way on many occasions when in the grip of a heated frenzy-fuck, and it should not be shocking that Shamika was about to erupt too. She thereupon renewed her vicious thrusting, clutching the writhing girl’s amazingly erotic naked body to her as she felt the inner quaking of Shamika’s arriving orgasm begin.

  By this time, Shamika, though her body was soon wrenched and buckled by the fierce spasms of her climax, was just about drained of breath and too shattered by crushing jolts of ecstasy to cry out. Instead, she lapsed into a low, guttural, turgid moaning, punctuated by short yelps of scalding pleasure as the sharper spasms pierced her.

  “Mmmnnngggguuunnnngg! Oh! Aiinggh! Mnnggguummnngg! Aiiyyeee!”

  Laura had stopped thrusting and left the dildo buried deep in Shamika’s throbbing pussy as the young darling quivered through every last twinge of a long and deep orgasm, until finally her muscles relaxed, and she collapsed back into the sheet, with Laura still clinging to her lovely, softly shuddering flesh. They lay that way, in trance-like calm, for several minutes, with Laura still on top, though propping herself up slightly by the elbows so that she didn’t press down too hard on Shamika, though she knew she was not very heavy. When she finally tried to get off, Shamika’s arms encircled her. She said nothing but held Laura’s body in place.

  Finally, her eyes blinked open, still glassy and pulsing with the aftermath of a kill
er climax. “It’s not fair,” she murmured in a hoarse semi-whisper.

  Laura cocked her head. “What’s not fair.”

  Shamika pouted. “That we have to go back and do the algebra. I just want to do this.”

  “Me too,” Laura agreed. “I’m not even sure I can do the algebra anyway.”

  Shamika beamed. “You just said you could so you could get me into bed?”

  “That’s about the size of it,” Laura admitted ruefully. “I’m a monster.”

  “Mmmmmm,” Shamika squirmed under her. “I want you to do me some more.”