by Miranda Mars
“You, my dear,” she kissed Shamika on her shiny forehead, “are an evil temptress. Tell you what...” She started to lift her body up and pull the long dildo out of Shamika’s clinging, very tight pussy.
Shamika grabbed her shoulders and held her in place. “Don’t! Don’t take it out! Not yet! I love the feel of it.”
Laura relented. She embraced her again and kissed her lovingly. “We’ll go in the other room and do five algebra problems. Work. Then, our reward. We come back here and do this some more.”
Shamika still pouted, and was amazingly seductive. Laura was about ready to abandon her plan. She realized she could fuck this darling girl all night, if she wanted to and could summon up the energy. “Promise?” Shamika asked.
“I promise. But you have to put something on to hide that delicious body from me, or all bets are off.”
Finally Shamika allowed her to withdraw the wet dildo and pull away. Shamika bounced off the bed, her marvelous young breasts bouncing and bobbing too. She took a rayon housecoat off a hangar from the closet. “How about this?”
“You don’t have anything a little less clingy?”
With a straight face, Shamika shook her head.
“Then it’ll have to do.”
“Maybe we should do the reward, then do the algebra,” Shamika said, provocatively thrusting out her beautiful young breasts to Laura, who she knew could not resist them.
And it took all Laura’s self-restraint to hold steady as she shielded her eyes playfully from the beguiling vision of Shamika’s wonderful naked black body, took her by one hand, and pulled her back down the hall to the living room, where they had earlier abandoned the algebra homework. It was only when they got there that she realized she herself was still naked, though Shamika had quickly slipped into the housecoat; though it was still gaping open to reveal her delectable breasts. Shamika pointed at her, laughing.
“You’re still naked!”
“Have you got two of those?” Laura asked, pointing at her housecoat.
Shamika shook her head. “You’ll have to wear one of Auntie’s.”
Now that will be uncomfortable, Laura reflected. I just fucked your niece twice, but I hope you won’t mind if I wear your housecoat while I help her with her homework. Before we go back in her bedroom and fuck our brains out again. And by the way, thanks for being in San Jose and giving me this chance. Your little niece is a pistol in the sack.
But both of them had calmed down a little by the time Shamika returned with her aunt’s pink chenille bathrobe for Laura, who tried not to feel uncomfortable wearing it. They buckled down and completed six algebra problems instead of only five before Shamika looked at Laura again seductively, running her tongue over her sensual lips.
“I think I’m ready for another type of lesson,” she murmured, putting her shapely black hand over Laura’s. “Look at our skins together. See that? Isn’t that beautiful?”
“Race you to the bedroom,” Laura smiled.
Shamika was quick and darted ahead of her, giving Laura a special thrill by shedding the housecoat just before she popped back into her bedroom, with Laura hot on her trail, and dove onto the bed.
IT WAS only a few weeks after that that Shamika had her birthday party. “You’re coming, ain’t you? Auntie’s going to San Jose tonight after work.” She twinkled at Laura saucily. “To get her groove on, if you know what I mean.”
“Don’t say ‘ain’t,’ Shamika,” Laura corrected her. “You’re going to community college now. Getting an education. Talk like an educated young woman, okay?”
Shamika flirted brazenly. “Maybe you need to come to my party and educate me some more.”
Laura could feel the blood rise and simmer in her body at this invitation. But she got control of herself long enough to say, “You want me to give you a ride, after work?” She gave Shamika a meaningful stare. “To your party?”
Shamika didn’t let up on the sexual flirtation, coming briefly back inside Laura’s small office to lower her voice. “I would love it if you give me a ride.”
“I mean home, silly,” Laura said, laughing and blushing.
“You can give me a ride home . . . and then give me a ride.” Shamika made a moue with her lips that nearly got Laura unglued. Those lips! Those wildly sensual fuck-me lips! God, I can’t stand it, she thought.
But she pressed her thighs tightly together and soldiered on until about five-thirty, when she went down to the lobby and discovered Shamika waiting patiently, sitting on one of the sofas near the security kiosk where building visitors were detained. She followed Laura to Laura’s car, parked in the garage behind the building.
“Sorry . . . I didn’t invite anybody but you,” she said, making her faux apology, “But I thought anybody else would just get in the way.” Her eyes, Laura saw in a glance, sparkled with devilish mirth.
“Get in and fasten your seatbelt,” Laura said, feigning a gruff manner but grinning from ear to ear at the same time. “In the way indeed. They better not get in the way.”
Shamika, who loved being the cynosure of Laura’s lust, merely squirmed in her seat and clicked the locking clasp into place. “Nobody getting in your way, Laura,” she finally said softly.
Laura could hardly keep her hands off the dear thing in the elevator up to Shamika’s aunt’s townhouse. She had fucked her twice about a week ago, but it now seemed like forever since they had been this close. She couldn’t keep her eyes off Shamika’s jutting young breasts or her spectacular rump. Or her enchanting, devilish little smiles.
Inside the townhouse, Shamika carefully locked the door. She turned to Laura. “Have you got a birthday present for me?”
Laura held up the little valise containing the strap-on dildo and harness, giving Shamika a salacious smile. Then pulled her close and kissed her smooth black neck. “Are you sure Auntie is down in San Jose? She won’t be popping in here to surprise us?”
Shamika crinkled her nose. “I’m sure. Auntie likes to fuck. She ain’t gonna deprive herself.”
“Mmmmm,” Laura kissed her throat and ran one hand up to Shamika’s amazingly firm breasts, squeezing them through her shirt and bra. “Then something tells me we shouldn’t deprive ourselves either.”
Shamika was all smiles. “I dreamed all week long of you fucking me.”
Laura was already undressing her, pulling up her shirt, embracing her with both arms in order to unclasp her bra and free those amazing firm young gourds. “Tell me more.”
“I came about forty times,” Shamika giggled softly, her eyes widening dramatically at her exaggeration. “I had to bite the pillow so Auntie wouldn’t hear me.”
“Forty times! Goodness, we couldn’t even do that in real awake time.”
“Want to try?” Shamika pulled the shirt off over her head and let the thin bra straps slide down her arms.
She had teased Laura the very first time with her young firm breasts, and now she did it again, shimmying them and watching Laura’s face. Laura didn’t know what expression was on her face, and she didn’t care either as she filled her hands with the springy dark balls, twirling and lightly pinching Shamika’s big, swelling black nipples with her thumbs and forefingers.
“Ooooo, that feels good!” Shamika giggled. “Bet you want to get those in your mouth.”
“I want all of you in my mouth. I want to eat you alive.”
Shamika laughed. “Least you ain’t hiding it. Lot of people want to fuck me. Like, when I go in their offices and stuff, watering their plants. You can tell. Mostly men. Some chicks. They look at me like you looking at me now.” She beamed. She ran her hands up her body to her naked breasts and cupped them underneath in her palms, brushing Laura’s hands aside. “Go ahead. You know you want to.”
Laura could not restrain herself. God help me, she thought. Or somebody help me. I want to devour this girl. I have to have a little more self-control, or I’m going to scare her.
She kissed her way quickly down Shamika’s smooth che
st to one luscious round globe, flicking the gleaming black bulbous nipple with her tongue before drawing it completely into her mouth, sucking it at first tenderly, but soon voraciously.
“Nnnnnn . . .” Shamika softly hummed and moaned, looking down at her breast in Laura’s mouth. “Oh Laura . . . do it harder,” she panted.
Laura released her breast for a second and looked up. “You’re kidding.”
“Harder makes me wet.”
Laura dropped one hand and felt the moist cloth in Shamika’s crotch. “You’re already wet.”
“I know. Do it hard. On second thought, let’s go in the bedroom and you can do both of them hard and then fuck me hard too.”
“Honey . . .” Laura teased, “You’re growing up too fast.”
“Not fast enough,” Shamika grinned, grabbing Laura’s hand and dragging her toward the rear of the townhouse.
But Laura pulled away long enough to snatch up the small valise, which she had tossed into a nearby chair. “We can’t forget my dick. Your birthday present.”
They both spilled over with laughter as they slipped into Shamika’s bedroom. Shamika was already naked from the waist up, and Laura could not keep her hands off the girl’s smooth, dark upper body as they both pulled the coverings down to expose the sheet. She touched and caressed Shamika’s bare back and kissed her shoulder blades and ran her hands under Shamika’s arms to completely encircle her and again squeeze her amazingly spring breasts.
Shamika twisted around to face Laura. “You gotta get naked too,” she panted. “That stuff you’re wearing is scratchy against my skin.”
Laura was out of her clothes in a flash, while Shamika quickly stripped off her tight white pants and frilly pink panties. They jumped together onto the middle of the sheet, Laura already sucking her neck, and squeezing her hard little breasts with urgent hunger. “I love to fuck you . . . you are so beautiful!” she panted, almost maniacally.
“Me too!” Shamika smiled happily, squirming in Laura’s heated embrace.
Though not as besotted with kissing as, for example, the delightful Arthell, Shamika at this moment seemed to want a lot of it, and they kissed wildly, voraciously, clanking teeth and stabbing with their tongues, as they writhed together in Shamika’s bed. And even though she knew Shamika wanted to be rammed by the strap-on, a special birthday present, Laura could not resist the urge to do something she had never yet done with the sweet, sexy darling: pussy fuck her. Somehow her own aching, flowing pussy demanded to be pressed passionately into Shamika’s tender, oozing young slit.
“I want to fuck you like this!” Laura gasped, in the midst of all their writhing, adjusting their bodies so that she could scissor Shamika’s with her thighs and bring their crotches together.
Shamika’s forehead wrinkled in puzzlement. “Can we do it that way?”
But Laura didn’t answer her. Instead, she pushed a little more, and dropped her hand between their bodies to make sure the hot, wet, gooey inner flesh of their two cunts firmly kissed. Shamika gasped. Her dark, shiny eyes widened.
“Unhhh! Oh . . . god, I guess we can!”
“We . . . can . . .” Laura panted, losing no time in beginning to pump her.
Shamika’s body tensed up with excitement, and she began to pump Laura back, falling easily into Laura’s rhythm, letting the slippery warm flesh of their two wet slits slide together.
Laura’s body was very flexible from swimming for exercise nearly every day, and without difficulty she nearly did the splits to push her own pussy as forcefully as possible into Shamika’s, bending forward to kiss and slurp and suck her breasts while continuing to surge and gyrate and fuck the darling girl and herself into heaven. Shamika’s eyes rolled up, and she writhed under Laura’s love assault, panting and soon whimpering as the excitement ratcheted up.
“Unh! Ohhnnn! Unghh! On shit, Laura, when your clittie touches mine like that . . . fuck, I almost come!”
“I know . . . honey . . . I know,” Laura panted back.
She had to release one of Shamika’s thick, bulbous, saliva-wet nipples from her mouth in order to respond, but she quickly sucked it back inside.
“Anngghhh!” Shamika groaned. “If you suck it like that . . . I’m . . .”
She was overcome by a hot rush of sexual pleasure evidently pouring through her writhing body and couldn’t go on. Instead, she began pumping faster herself, propelled by a hot, urgent surge of fuck-need, a demon of sizzling lust having taken control of her firm young body. She was now fucking Laura back even harder than Laura was fucking her. Oh god, she’s going to come! Laura realized. And I . . . I am too!
They had never climaxed simultaneously. Close, but not exactly together. It didn’t always happen, no matter how close you both were. But somehow, Laura felt, it might happen now. They were pumping hard, in rhythm, clutching each other’s tense flesh desperately, panting and moaning wildly, the bed under them creaking and sliding on the floor.
“Oh fuck!” Shamika cried out. “Yes yes yes!”
“Ungghh!” Laura growled, jamming her wet, throbbing cunt into Shamika’s and feeling the girl shudder under her as the beginnings of a sharp orgasm began to grip her.
Shamika seized up, almost choking on a fierce uprush of coming. Then her cries tore through the bedroom. “Anngghiiieeee! Oh! Oh! Anngghiiiieee! Oh fuck, Laura! Ungghh! Oh . . . shit! Ohhnnnnnn!”
Laura held her shuddering body, easing up a little so as not to get a cramp herself while this scalding, wrenching ecstasy clutched Shamika. The girl had beaten her to the finish line. Shamika had climaxed before the hot, final spark had ignited deep inside Laura’s body; but this fierce orgasm suddenly ignited her own, and she felt it spill over in a sweet torrent of bliss, welling up inside her belly and spreading from there throughout her flesh until she was shaking and moaning in the grip of a hot bliss that thrilled her to the bone.
“Anngghhhh! Ohhhnnnnggg!” she moaned, surging and straining, and yet again, through it all, trying to relax her over-extended muscles so that she did not get a cramp. “Oh . . . Jesus!” she gasped softly, still breathing hard, surprising herself, since she never mentioned his name, not being a ‘Jesus’ sort of person. It had just popped out.
Shamika, now recovered from her own orgasm, giggled softly. “You shouldn’t say that name when you having sex, Laura,” she said, grinning. “You naughty.”
“Not any naughtier than you,” Laura smiled, nipped her bare, gleaming black shoulder. “Letting old ladies like me pussy fuck you. And happy birthday, by the way.”
“You ain’t old,” Shamika said seriously, as they slowly disentangled their bodies. “Not if you can do that. Shit, no dude ever fucked me that hard.”
“Honey,” Laura kissed her warm smooth neck lovingly, “I am only warming up. You can really light a girl’s fire inside.”
Shamika beamed happily and stroked Laura’s hip with her long black fingers. “Good. ‘Cause I ain’t finished with you yet.” She kissed Laura affectionately. “I only been nineteen for three days. And I think you only gave me about half my birthday present so far.”
“You’re right,” Laura admitted, nuzzling her under the ear. “I couldn’t help myself. But if you give me five minutes to rest, I’m going to give you a present you’ll never forget.”
“Oooohhhh,” Shamika nearly bubbled over with mirth. “I can’t even wait.”
To be continued…
Here is a sample from another story you may enjoy:
A VERY attractive and almost shockingly voluptuous black woman about Laura’s age came into her office to water the inevitable ficus, which was not the same ficus as the one in Laura’s previous office, which had been watered by the incredibly desirable Shamika. This woman wore the same white pants and green golf shirt, with The Green Thumb silk screened across the back, that had been worn by Shamika¸ though the woman’s magnificent chest made this shirt look as if it could barely contain the formidable contents of her bra. Laura tried not to stare at them.
For a few minutes the woman did not speak but merely watered the plant and dusted the leaves. Then she turned and said, “You must be the famous Laura.”
Laura swallowed. She knew by now that this had to be Shamika’s aunt, the one who owned the plant-watering business. The one in whose very well appointed townhouse she had nearly fucked dear darling scrumptious Shamika’s ears off about ten days ago.
“Let me guess,” she said forthrightly to the woman. “You must be Shamika’s aunt. I . . . ?” she tried to remember the name Shamika had mentioned. “Iona?”
“Iola.”
“Right.” She held out her hand, trying not to seem guilty of anything. “Laura Robbins.”
“Iola Hughes.” She shook Laura’s hand in a cold, businesslike way, with a tight smile that did nothing to hide her very sensual mouth and flashing black eyes, or her stern, no-nonsense attitude.