[Ashley]

 

 

Laura's car was in the shop and a friend who was headed up to the university after work agreed to drop her off on the way at the organic market that was about a three blocks' walk from her house.  Her bag, filled with cabbages and spinach and oranges, was getting a little heavy even after the first block, so she leaned against a tree to pause for a moment and while resting noticed a young girl, probably eighteen or so, washing a car across the street about thirty yards ahead.

The car was in the driveway.  The girl was standing on a small stool and scrubbing the roof with a sponge.  She was very black and wore Daisy Dukes and a candy cane striped thin sleeveless top.  Her marvelous young black thighs gleamed and flexed as she leaned over the car, her beautiful ass swaying for all to see.

The moment she saw her Laura wondered why a crowd hadn't gathered.  She forgave herself for silently observing that the girl, while surely interested in getting the car clean, was even more concerned to show off this beautiful body of hers to all who might want to enjoy its display.  And I am certainly one of those, Laura thought, unable to take her eyes off the spectacle.

She moved one tree closer and stopped again.  She had not yet seen the girl from the front and waited patiently to do so.  Meanwhile, there was a thrilling spectacle of glossy black thigh flesh and shapely calves flexing in the sun as the girl leaned far over the roof of the car, even kicking one foot in the air and balancing on one foot on the stool in order to reach the furthest parts.  She was short, perhaps five one, Laura guessed, and built on a small frame with short arms too, and so certain parts of the car, a large American sedan, were hard to reach.

When the girl did climb off the stool and turn, Laura did see her from the front and felt a happy little flutter everywhere in her body.  The girl was very pretty, with a high, gleaming forehead, no doubt filmed with a little sweat following these exertions, and small breasts that jutted against the cloth of her striped top.  As Laura had anticipated, the girl's eyes swiftly swept across the entire neighborhood to see if anyone was watching, though without appearing to pay too close attention in case anyone was.  It was a skilled glance, clearly well-practiced, and Laura wondered if she often washed the car this way, putting on her marvelous little show.

On the spur of the moment Laura decided to cross the street.  She had no expectations but could not resist the impulse to let the girl know that at least one admirer, though of the same sex, was definitely appreciating the view.  After all, she reasoned, maybe she doesn't care who's looking as long as someone is. 

The girl did not notice her at first and continued with the car, now scrubbing the trunk lid, standing on the ground this time.  But as Laura drew closer, something she definitely noticed was the two large bumps on each of the girl's breasts sliding around under the fabric of her top, big bulbous nipples that had been hard to see from a further distance.  This, of course, only ramped up her interest.  The darling was not only wearing Daisy Dukes and waving her ass at the neighborhood, she was not wearing a bra either over those delectable little doves.

At this point she spotted Laura, who was in any case not trying to hide.  "Hi," she smiled, a smile like the sun popping through the clouds, one to brighten your sad old heart.

Laura almost hated resorting to this hoary old saying, and yet she had to say something.  "How would it be if I brought mine by here for you to wash when you're finished with that one?" she said, feeling like a dork, but moving closer.

When she had been a teenager herself, this was the kind of thing dorky or creepy old neighbors, always male, would say to her.  But the girl did not stop beaming.  She tilted her head to the side in a very fetching, innocent gesture.  "Sorry.  I'm only doing this out of duty.  My sister lets me live here if I wash her car for her now and then."

Laura smiled back and reached into her grocery bag.  "I'll give you an orange," she joked, a bribe.

"Is that one of those organic oranges from the market up the street?  God, don't those taste great?  Like, when you eat one you realize why people started eating oranges in the first place." 

The girl shut off the hose nozzle and dropped it at her feet, approaching Laura, who now felt that she really had to give her the orange in her outstretched hand.  So she did.

"They do taste great," she agreed. 

She caught herself looking at the protruding bulbs of the girl's nipples, and  the girl caught her too.  Laura quickly looked up and swallowed.  The girl seemed to be putting two and two together.

"You want to help, or you want to watch?" she asked Laura.

Laura tried not to blush.  "I was having a good time watching," she confessed.

Again the girl cocked her head to the side, grinning, her teeth very white and even, her skin very black and alluring to Laura, who wanted to touch it, to caress it, to lick off the thin film of sweat that made it shine.

"I can see you were," the girl said.  "I'm Ashley."  She extended her hand.

Laura took it.  "I'm Laura.  I . . . live . . . just up the street.  A few blocks."  She nodded in the right direction.

"Are you a lesbian?" Ashley asked her, shockingly bold.  "I mean, because if you are, you don't look like one."

"Oh?  How are they supposed to look?"

Ashley crinkled her adorable nose.  "Like Elvis, I guess.  At least all the ones who've come on to me looked like Elvis."

Laura could not suppress a little laugh.  "Sorry to disappoint you."

"Anyway, you're married."  She pointed to the gold ring on Laura's finger.

Laura nodded.  "Right.  Didn't come on to you, either."

"I get it.  You're married, but you always fantasied about doing it with a chick.  A hot neighborhood sista with a ghetto booty."

Laura smiled mysteriously and said nothing.

"Me too," Ashley went on, now shockingly frank.  "I mean, I always wanted to have a lesbian experience.  Just didn't want to do it with Elvis, know what I mean?"

Laura nodded.  "I never wanted to do it with Elvis."

Ashley nodded toward the house.  "Come on inside and we'll eat the oranges over the sink so we can wash off our sticky fingers."

Laura followed her into the house like an obedient dog.  I hope my tongue isn't hanging out, she thought.  She had a hard time keeping her eyes off the 'ghetto booty,' which was indeed a miracle, high and hard and round and swelling.  The glossy black backs of Ashley's young thighs were also hard to ignore.

In the kitchen Ashley handed her a paring knife.  "You can peel it with your fingers, if you want.  But the knife's easier."

Laura grinned at her.  "How do you know I'm not a serial murderer?  Do you just invite everyone in here for an orange who happens to like your ghetto booty?  Anyway, this isn't a ghetto."

Ashley smirked saucily, getting another paring knife for herself.  "Silly.  A ghetto booty is a generic, like a Bronx cheer, or a Fu Manchu moustache, or a Hapsburg lip."

"Or Daisy Dukes?"

Ashley's smirk turned into a very beguiling grin.  She turned sideways and gave a salacious bump and grind with her delectable bottom.  "Exactly."  She beckoned Laura over to the sink and began peeling her own orange.  "Are you a serial murderer?  Or did you have something other than murder in mind?"

Gosh, it was one thrill after another, talking to this girl! Laura reflected.  You couldn't predict what was coming next.  "Tell me about your sister," she said, peeling her own orange slowly.  "She owns the house, I gather."

Ashley was chewing on an orange wedge and had to swallow it before replying.  "You don't have to worry that she'll pop in on us, if that's what you're thinking.  She's in Winnipeg visiting her college friend."

Laura smiled.  "Brother-in-law?"

"Divorced," Ashley shrugged, but with a meaningful glance.  The glance said: nobody is going to catch us, Laura.  Take your best shot.  "So . . . if you are a serial murderer, I guess I'm done for."  She said this with an airy, resigned sort of attitude, charmingly theatrical.

Laura, nervous, came close to choking on an orange wedge herself but managed to get control after a few coughs.  Ashley handed her a glass of ice water.

"I've got some iced tea in the fridge, if you'd rather."

"No, no.  I'm okay."

"So . . ."  They returned to the sink and continued peeling and cutting and eating.  "Your turn.  Tell me about the wedding ring.  Won't your husband be, like, jealous of you, hanging out with me and eating an orange?  And flirting?"

"We're not flirting," Laura said, sternly, but not too sternly, grinning at the end, unable to stop herself.

"I don't know about you, but I'm flirting," Ashley said.

"You are not.  You're teasing.  God, this orange is really good.  You're right.  I knew they were good, but this is heaven," Laura said, finishing hers and licking the juice off her fingers.

"Wash your hands.  Here's a towel."  Ashley handed her a dish towel. 

Laura ran a forefinger across the girl's shapely black hand as she took the towel.  She let her eyes smolder a little, letting Ashley take the hint.  I could eat you alive, darling.  Ghetto booty and all.

Again Ashley pointed to the ring.  "Isn't this the edge of adultery?"

"I don't know.  You tell me."

"I don't like triangles.  I like people who are free.  Less trouble that way."

"I'm not married to a man," Laura said flatly.  "A woman."

A smile of pleased understanding curved Ashley's enchanting mouth.  "Women are worse.  They cut you.  They want to kill you."

"Are you speaking from experience?"

Ashley grinned mischievously.  "Want to see my scars?"

Laura nodded slowly.  "I do.  I want to see everything I can see."

Ashley turned and walked to the other side of the kitchen, knowing Laura's eyes would be fastened on the Daisy Dukes and their contents.  She beckoned with her head.  "Come with me."

Laura followed as before, tingling with anticipation.  Ashley led her into one of the back bedrooms.  She turned and faced Laura, the same mischievous little smirk on her face.  "Okay, I'm ready for my lesbian experience."

"Don't you think you ought to lock the front door?  In case somebody wants to come in?"

Ashley made a cute moue.  She was adorable, though difficult.  "If you insist.  I've been living here for about two years and nobody's ever come in."

Laura caressed her smooth black cheek with the knuckle of one hand.  "What if your 'lesbian experience' makes you scream and shriek and groan?  Won't the neighbors want to rescue you?"

Ashley now made big eyes at her.  "Are you really going to make me scream?  I can't wait."

Laura couldn't either.  To hell with locking the front door.  She finally encircled the girl in her arms and drew her closer.  "Only if you get next to me here and let me have that delicious mouth."

Ashley smiled up at her.  She was short and had to look up at Laura.  "You like to kiss too?  How romantic.  I think I may like this.  And you don't look a bit like Elvis.  You're beautiful."

Laura kissed her luscious, sensual mouth, at first slowly, tentatively, then more aggressively.  Ashley's tongue quickly met her own.  Soon they were tongue-stabbing and lip-sucking.

"Some people think Elvis was beautiful," Laura panted into her even white teeth.

"Not me," Ashley panted back.  "You're making my heart race."

"You're making my pussy wet."

These words seemed to electrify Ashley.  Laura could feel her taut little body tense up in her hungry embrace.  She ran her fingers all over Ashley's exposed black skin, and her lips up and down Ashley's smooth black neck, tasting a little of the thin sheen of sweat she had earlier seen there.  Her hands found the ghetto booty and squeezed it with hot relish through the Daisy Dukes.

"I think you're making mine wet too," Ashley panted softly.  "This is my bed.  We can do it here."

"It's kind of small," Laura said, glancing down at the twin bed.  "Is there a bigger one?"

"Why, are we going to wrestle?" Ashley asked, again smirking mischievously.

"Yes," Laura breathed into her ear.  "I'm going to pin you.  Make you cry uncle."

Ashley giggled softly and pulled Laura toward the door, then down the short hallway to the second bedroom.  "My sister's," she said, drawing Laura inside, where there was a decent queen-sized bed.  "At least we won't leave cum tracks all over it, like I once did with a boyfriend."

Laura nipped her earlobe.  "You mean you did it with him in here and you wanted to have us do it on that little bed?"

"Ouch!" Ashley giggled, touching her earlobe and slipping away.  "I didn't want to have to wash her sheets twice again."

Laura followed her, grabbing her again next to the bed.  "Darling Ashley, they are going to be soaking by the time we're through."  She again embraced the enchanting little thing and kissed her ravenously, this time sliding her hands up under the thin, candy-cane patterned top, running her palms all over Ashley's firm warm flesh. 

"Here, help me pull down the covers," Ashley said, slipping away again.  "Bad enough we're going to dirty the sheets."

Laura helped her pull them down, exposing the bottom sheet.  Then she grabbed Ashley again, kissing her rapaciously and pulling up the candy cane top to get her hands on the girl's marvelous, round, springy little breasts.  Ashley's nipples were big, bulbous puffies, and Laura cupped them in her palms, eager to get her mouth on them.  She kissed Ashley's neck again.

"Here . . . let's get this off.  Let's get everything off."

"I find that helps," Ashley cracked, giving Laura a sardonic grin.

Laura helped Ashley pull the top over her head, then kissed her way down Ashley's shoulder and her chest to one beautiful small breast, which she cradled in her palm.  Ashley's nipple was not only big and bulbous but black as coal, with a thick stubby center, and Laura licked and then sucked it hungrily.  She managed to suck about half of Ashley's small breast into her mouth.

"Whoa!" Ashley laughed, looking down at her breast disappearing into Laura's mouth.  "Hold on, girl.  You tryin' to get the whole thing in there?"

Laura let her shiny wet nipple go for a second and smiled up at her.  "You bet I am."

Ashley grinned.  "Go for it, then.  Shit, that feels so good!"

Laura still cradled Ashley's breast in one palm while trying to swallow it, but with her other hand she was diddling the top button of the Daisy Dukes, trying to open it.  Once open, she knew, the rest was just a zipper.  Ashley would be naked in seconds, and Laura would be all over her delicious, darling body.

In the midst of this she realized that Ashley was helping her.  She brushed Laura's fingers aside and unfastened the button herself, then unzipped her cutoffs.  "Aren't you supposed to get naked too?" she panted, sliding them down her hard black thighs.

"Watch me," Laura panted back, now holding Ashley's small, perfect breast in both hands and raking her erect wet nipple with her teeth.

Unfortunately, though, it took her a little longer to disrobe than Ashley had taken, since Laura was still in her formal work clothes, which were expensive and had to be removed more carefully.  Ashley smirked at her but said nothing while she slipped out of them.

"Ready?" she beamed when Laura was finished.  "Wow, Laura, you have a beautiful body."

"Nothing to yours, my darling," Laura purred, pulling her down on the exposed sheet and running her hands all over Ashley's smooth, black nakedness, feel the blood leap up and roar inside her body.

This was perhaps almost as good as the moment of true orgasm: mashing your own hot flesh for the first time against the naked body of the girl you had just been so feverishly desiring for the past hour, hungering for her every pore, dying to touch her bare skin, to fill your mouth with her vibrant flesh, as Laura was doing right now.  She loved hearing Ashley mewl and whimper, as if this was more than she had bargained for too.

"Unhhhh!  Oh!" Ashley gasped as Laura swarmed all over her delicious young body.  "Oh . . . oh Laura . . . yessssss!   Mmmmmm!  Oh . . . oh god that feels good!"

Laura was all over her, licking, sucking, nibbling, kneading, probing.  She had only tasted one of Ashley's perfect little breasts and large, bulbous, black, puffy nipples, and now she tried to ingest the other one, siphoning it like a mad woman, feeling Ashley's whole body respond under her, and bringing crazed whimpering from deep in her chest.

"Unhhh!  Oh god, Laura . . . you're . . . worse than a man!  I didn't know it would be like this!"

"Worse than a man?" Laura laughed softly.  "Or better?"

"God.  Way better!" Ashley laughed back.  "You really like to suck.  Most of them just squeeze or lick.  I like to be sucked."

"You found the right girl, honey," Laura said, immediately feasting again on this delectable dark mound, drawing Ashley's stiffening, shiny black nipple deep into her mouth and sucking it hard, feeling it grow spongy and thick against her tongue.

"Oh shit, you're going to make me come!  I come fast.  No kidding."  Ashley panted more rapidly.

"Darling, you just go right ahead," Laura purred, dropping one hand between Ashley's hard, sleek,  black thighs, the thighs she had lusted after so hungrily out on the sidewalk while watching her wash the car.

If Ashley was going to come quickly, then so be it.  She had had those who took a while, those who needed relaxation and concentration, and a few like herself who simply boiled over like a pot on the stove, as Sara had recently put it.  It was hard to tell which kind Ashley would be, but already she was writhing and whimpering and twisting, as if an orgasm could not be far off.

By golly, honey, you're not going to come before I get a taste of this little black pussy I was yearning for so much out there on the street, Laura thought, diving lower. 

"Oh god . . . oh fuck oh god . . ." Ashley panted, feeling Laura kiss her heaving flat belly and the insides of her sleek, gorgeous thighs.

"Just relax, honey," Laura cautioned her.  "I want your sweet black pussy."

Ashley giggled.  "You and about a thousand guys."

"Right," Laura murmured, nestling between her spread thighs and parting the glossy, wiry hairs of her bush to reveal more clearly the hot red seam of wet flesh.  "Me and a thousand guys.  Only they don't know how to love it the way I do."

She proceeded to make love to Ashley's oozing pussy with all the skill she had accumulated through the years, even though there was not time for her to display much of it.  Ashley was very aroused, now whimpering and twisting wildly, making it hard to keep one's hungry mouth on her inflamed slit.  Her pussy was small and tight and very red inside, framed by thickish black cunt lips, her clit a bright little marble at the top, which Laura tongue-swiped eagerly, bringing choking little shudders of joy from Ashley's lips.

"Unh!  Ohhnnnggg!  Aiinnnggh!"

"Oh, you have a pretty one, darling . . ." Laura cooed to her, tongue-fucking her, then fingering her with two fingers while she kissed her nubby little clit. 

She realized, as Ashley was twisting and mewling and clenching, that she could probably get a whopper of a g-spot orgasm out of this girl, if only she would try.  And if only things lasted long enough for her to actually find the spot.  Ashley had said she came quickly, and indeed it certainly looked like she was telling the truth.  The way her taut little naked body surged and quivered under Laura's caresses seemed to betoken a very brief build-up to the supreme moment.

"Ohhh, don't come for Mama yet," she cooed to the girl, meanwhile probing the inside front wall of Ashley's tight, squishy young pussy for the secret trigger, and licking and sucking her cunt lips and her clit.  "Mama wants to eat and eat and suck and suck your beautiful little pussy."

"Oh! Oh!" was all that Ashley could respond, thrashing and churning in the rumpled sheets, her face contorted with the fierce pleasures Laura was arousing in her taut body.

Laura knew she would probably feel a little twitch or hitch in Ashley's clenching flesh if she touched the magic button, and sure enough, when her fingertips passed over a spongy little wet area she felt Ashley tense, and gurgle. 

"Unnmmnnggg!"

Oh honey, that's it! she hummed to herself, immediately fastening her lips on Ashley's swollen clit and rubbing the inside wall of her pussy frantically.  It took only a couple of seconds for Ashley to tense up in a sharp seizure, to wheeze and wail, and then to just about explode in a firestorm of orgasmic spasms.

"Anngghhieeemmnnggiiieee!" she cried out, her delicious dark body leaping and surging off the bed in a cataclysm of coming, arching and shuddering, twitching and clenching fiercely.  "Unngggunnnggguunnggg!  Ahhnnggiieee!"

It was not only quick, it was also very deep and intense, though it did not last long.  It wrenched and throttled her, then released her just as quickly as it had arrived, letting her fall back to the mattress, panting and gasping and gurgling in the aftermath.

"Oh shit!  Oh shit!" she gasped, breathless, her eyelids fluttering, her eyes themselves throbbing and dilating as she gazed up at Laura in wonderment.  "Did you really do that to me?" she panted softly.

Laura had not moved.  Her fingers were still embedded in Ashley's wet, pulsing cunt, and her lips were just an inch or so from the girl's clit, which she had sucked into throbbing ecstasies.  Instead of answering, she resumed her caresses aggressively, figuring that if the girl could come that easily and quickly, there were probably more spasms where those had come from.  Often a woman reached an orgasmic plateau from which she could continue to come for several minutes, if helped along.

And Laura was a good helper.  In seconds she had Ashley whimpering and twisting again, though half in shock from disbelief.  The surprise showed in her face, but she was not about to call off this thrilling bout of fucking.  She began to gyrate her pelvis into Laura's probing hand and sucking mouth, and in a few seconds more she was coming again, this time not the sharp, explosive seizures she had had earlier but instead long, slow, wrenching shocks that traveled through her body from one end to the other, leaving her quivering and moaning and gasping for breath.

"Ohhhnnnnnn  . . . annnggghhhhhhh!  Oh Laura ahhhnnnnnnnn!  Umnnnunnnhhhh!"

She was such a beautiful young thing while coming, while locked in the raptures of her multiple ecstasies, that Laura could only take so much.  She felt the urge to come herself growing so strongly in her that she now swarmed up and all over Ashley's delicious black shuddering flesh, sucking her bulbous, shiny black nipples again and clamping one sleek hard thigh in her own thighs, pushing her wet, gaping, hungry pussy into the hard flesh, rubbing and gasping and gurgling herself, maniacally horny and voracious, unable to wait for an orgasm to accompany this amazing eruption of bliss that Ashley was going through.

"Aungghh!  Unnmmgghh!  Auggnnhh!" she grunted, climaxing herself in sharp, thrilling jolts that shook her body violently.

Ashley, still overcome herself by her second wave of orgasms, only belatedly realized that Laura was coming too, slumped forward on her naked body and twitching and groaning in a scalding, jolting surfeit of bliss.  Her arms came up to clutch Laura, and Laura could feel the sweet caress of her fingertips on the backs of her shoulders as the dying spasms of her climax faded.

They lay that way, not speaking, simply panting softly and regaining their even breathing, for several minutes.  Finally, Laura rolled gently to the side.  Ashley was smiling, as if a lolling happily in a warm bath. 

"Mmmmmmm!" she hummed, giving vent to her contentment and deep pleasure.

Laura laughed softly, tenderly caressing Ashley's stunning naked body with one fingertip.  "I take that to mean your 'lesbian experience' was satisfactory?"

Ashley grinned even more broadly.  "You made me come twice."

Laura just smiled.

"I like to fuck," Ashley continued, "but I never came like that.  Ever."

"Oh, you probably did.  You're just forgetting."

"No.  Really."  Ashley grew solemn.  "Really.  It was like an earthquake."

Laura embraced her and pushed her own naked body again into Ashley's.  "Here, kiss me and rub this fantastic body against me and tell me how you loved it."

"I did.  I . . . just came forever.  Can we do it again?"

"Oh yes," Laura grinned.  "Again and again."

"Let me get us some towels.  You . . . eewwww!" Ashley grimaced, touching her thigh.  "You sort of . . . let go all over me.  I'm . . . wet.  My thigh is all wet."

"I'm sorry," Laura laughed softly.  "I didn't mean to.  I just couldn't help myself.  You are so sexy.  I just . . . had to come quickly."

Ashley tilted her head fetchingly, smiling with coquettish charm.  "I have that effect on people, it seems.  You think this is bad," she pointed to her shiny, black, beautifully shaped thigh, all wet with Laura's pussy juices.  "I once did two guys at the same time, and they got a kick out of squirting jizz all over me.  You should've seen it.  God, drenched?  I looked like a cum painting or something.  It was all over me."

"Two guys at once," Laura marveled.  "You are a very bold girl."

Ashley pursed her lips.  "Not so much.  They were brothers.  Cute, too.  I couldn't help myself.  I told you I like to fuck."

Laura couldn't help remembering Tonya, who of course had accomplished even more, taking on five or six guys at once during a party.  But the thought of two guys sandwiching this darling Ashley and spurting all over her naked body was undeniably erotic.  She watched with delight as Ashley hopped off the bed, her lovely little breasts bouncing, her coal-black nipples gleaming, her 'ghetto booty' swaying, and darted down the short hallway to the linen closet for some towels.

When she returned with an armful, she and Laura wiped up and stretched out again, embracing easily, kissing warmly, but not yet hungrily.  "So," Laura prompted her, "tell me about yourself, Ashley.  Wherever did you learn about the Hapsburg lip?  Are you a student up the hill at the University?"

Ashley grinned and nodded.  "But I'm in chemical engineering.  I just learned about the Hapsburg lip in a freshman history course.  The math's getting a little steep for me, though.  Thinking of switching to sociology."

Laura could not keep her hands off the girl's marvelous naked breasts, which she kept caressing as they talked, massaging Ashley's thick, bulbous black nipples with her fingers.  "And you just spend your leisure time washing the car in your Daisy Dukes, trying to snag whatever prey you can by waving your pretty ghetto booty at them?"

Ashley smirked.  "Worked, didn't it?"

"Is that how you got the brothers, too?"

"Oh no," Ashley said.  "I met them in the history class.  Hapsburg lip, remember?  Let's stop talking about all this and get back to it.  I think I want more than one lesbian experience.  You are hot, Laura."

"But isn't it a little dangerous?" Laura pressed her.  "I mean, not everyone is a sweet, mild-mannered lesbian like me.  There are rapists.  Murderers.  You know."

Ashley shrugged.  "I can take care of myself.  I don't have to invite them in."

Laura could not keep her mouth off Ashley's naked breasts for long.  "I just love to suck," she murmured.  "And you have such beautiful ones."

Ashley let her suck.  She lay on her side and watched her plump black nipples disappearing into Laura's mouth, first one, then the other.  "Oh shit, you do that good!  It makes my pussy tingle and get all wet."

"Mmmmm, mine too!" Laura grinned.

"Don't you guys have those strap-on things that you can use for fucking?" Ashley asked, now beginning to pant softly.

"Well," Laura paused, "I don't just happen to carry one around with me in my handbag."  She made a face.  "If you want to wait while I run home and get one . . ."

"Oh god, no.  You're making me so horny."

Laura returned to sucking.  Ashley's black, saliva-wet nipples were thick, shiny black plums but tasted even better, chewy and pulpy.  Soon she was twisting and gurgling.

"You'll tell me if I'm doing it too hard, right?" Laura prompted her softly.

"You can . . . never . . . do it too hard . . . for me . . ." Ashley panted, holding her small breast in both hands as if to make sure that it didn't slip out of Laura's mouth.   A minute more elapsed while she writhed and mewled happily.  "You know . . ." she panted.  "I imagined that lesbians put their pussies together.  Know what I mean?  Just like guys and girls do."

Laura slid up and kissed her smooth neck, then her mouth.  "That can be arranged, my darling," Laura murmured softly.  "Would you like to do that?"

Ashley nodded, before her eyes rolled up again in a sweet surfeit of bliss as Laura continued to suck her delicious wet nipples and squeeze her small, firm breasts.  "Unnnnunnn . . . oh shit, Laura, that feel so good!  Suck harder!"

Laura did, because she could never get enough.  Anyway, this girl has such a lovely, delectable little body.  I just want to devour every inch of her! she thought.  Ashley, my sweet, I'm going to take this lovely little body to heaven again.  Right now.

And she quite imperceptibly began to turn up the heat even further, swarming all over Ashley, pressing her own naked breasts into the girl's smooth dark flesh, siphoning up Ashley's breasts, sucking big chunks of them into her mouth now, her hands racing over Ashley's squirming body, then darting between her thighs, to check the warm wetness there, which she immediately verified.  She's ready for the next step, Laura thought.  Oh honey . . . I can't wait to feel your pussy against mine!

Ashley was already on her back, with Laura swarming over her, and so it was no difficulty to maneuver their groins together.  Laura slid one leg under one of Ashley's and sat up vertically, reaching down to brush aside their moist crotch hairs and facilitate a more intimate union.  Ashley had a thick bush, Laura's not so thick, and so a few seconds' fluffing with her fingers exposed both of their wet cunts.  Laura slid forward, pushing them together.

"Oh . . . oh shit!" Ashley gasped, slightly arching her back as the sweet sensation of Laura's warm, soupy pussy pushing against hers filled her body.

Laura, equally thrilled, didn't move for a few seconds, letting both of them enjoy the pure pleasure of this intimate contact.  Ashley's pussy was also warm and slippery and gooey against hers, and the look on the girl's face was priceless, a half-swoon of delicious ecstasy. 

"You like that?" she murmured, holding Ashley's hot, throbbing eyes with her own.

Unable to speak, Ashley nodded, biting her full lower lip.  She responded in kind as Laura began gently to undulate her hips and rock their touching groins together in rhythm.  "Are . . . we going to come this way?" she finally asked in a hushed, clotted voice.

"We might," Laura smiled.  "Do you feel it?"

Ashley shook her head.  "Not yet."  She paused, and her dark eyes went all swirly.  "I like it, though."

"Just do this . . . with me . . ." Laura panted softly, swirling her pelvis and guiding Ashley slowly into a good, even rhythm of fucking, a little more vigorous than they had been doing previously.  They continued this way for a few minutes.  "How does that feel?" she inquired softly.

Ashley gulped, as if at first unable to speak.  Then she smiled.  "God . . . it's great.  But I don't think I can come this way.  I need it fast and hard."

"That too can be arranged," Laura smiled back at her.

Almost immediately she picked up the pace.  She knew that even being fucked harder and faster this way might not bring Ashley to her climax, since some women never could make it all the way by this method; but it was surely worth a try, before turning to another avenue.  Laura, already perpendicular to the supine Ashley, bent forward even more over her and began to grind and pump her wet pussy into Ashley's with fierce, churning abandon.

In truth, this was not difficult for her since she was beginning to be consumed by a hot, crackling hunger for the girl's lovely young body that exceeded even the sharp desire she had felt for her before they had done it the first time.  Something about fucking Ashley just seemed to get better and better, and she threw herself into it now, having almost been invited to do so by the enchanting young thing, with a wanton sexual fire she had earlier restrained.

"Unh . . . unh!" Ashley began grunting softly, squirming under her as Laura began a passionate love assault.

She pumped her hard while running her hands over Ashley's delectable small breasts, squeezing them, pinching Ashley's deeply black, thick, bulbous nipples, leaning down at intervals to savagely kiss her mouth and suck her lips, and bite her smooth black neck, churning, pumping, churning, grinding.  All the while Ashley was whimpering and writhing under her, pumping back, as much as she could, to meet Laura's sharp thrusts.

"Oh!  Unhhh!  Unngghhh!  Oh . . . shit . . . Laura . . ." she gasped, her eyes opening wide with sexual shock and flashing lust.

"Ashley . . . you're beautiful . . ." Laura panted to her, pumping wildly.  "Ashley . . . I love to . . . fuck you . . ."

"Unh!  Ungghhhh!  Ohnnggg!  Yes!"

Again they did not speak for hot seconds, their silence punctuated by their harsh breathing and wild squirming, as well as Ashley's low moans and Laura's grunting passion.  Then, Laura broke through.

"Are you going to come?"

"I . . . I don't know," Ashley gasped.

Laura smiled.  "I do."

In a fluid motion, she briefly disengaged their crotches, first leaning forward and crushing Ashley's squirming body under her, mashing their breast together and devouring her face with hungry kisses, then her neck, her shoulders, her nipples.  But very soon she was sliding down Ashley's body to her pussy, sliding three fingers into her wet, goopey slot, fucking her hard with her hand while also licking and sucking her clit, a hot, unbridled frenzy of lust that quickly had Ashley whooping and arcing and quivering with incipient sexual spasms.

"Ahhiieee!  Oh god!  Unggghh!  Aiieeee!" Ashley squealed and thrashed under Laura's attack, whooping and gasping.  "Ooohhhhh!  Oh!"

Hearing her moan and whimper and seeing her twist and writhe only turned Laura into a redoubled hot whirlwind of maniacal lust.  She was all over Ashley, pumping her frantically, hand-fucking her, nipping her inner thighs, sliding up to suck her stiff black nipples, descending again to suck her clit, until Ashley began to shake and shudder and rise up stiffly off the bed in a fierce spasm of sexual release.

"Auunggghhhh!" she roared, her sweet, sassy little voice suddenly shattered and throttled by a violent uprush of crippling ecstasy.  "Auunngghhhh!  Oh!  Oh!  Mnnnggeeee!"

Her delicious small body flipped, then rose up again, flipped again, before she fell squirming and groaning back to the sheet, her flesh still quivering from the aftershocks of a shocking and powerful orgasm. 

"Ohhhhh!  Ohhhhh!"

Laura smiled but did not move.  Let her feel it.  Let her feel all of it, she told herself.  Let it play itself out.  She came hard that time.  Almost harder than the first time. 

After a minute or so had passed, Ashley blinked.  Her breathing was quickly returning to normal.  She raised her head briefly off the mattress before letting it plop back.  "You know," she said hoarsely, "some guys have fucked me hard.  But nobody ever did it like that."  She turner her head to squint at Laura.  "Why did you do that?"

Laura's face fell in mock dismay.  "You didn't like it."

Ashley quickly beamed.  "God, I think it turned me into a lesbian forever!"  She gulped and paused to consider it.  "Now I'll have to give in to all those girls who look like Elvis.  Do you think they do it as hard as you do it?"

"I wouldn't know," Laura purred, kissing her gleaming black shoulder.  "But I'll be happy to give you an encore, whenever you like."

"You mean whenever your wife isn't looking?" Ashley prodded impishly.

Laura nodded.  She glanced at the clock radio on the bedstand.  "But now . . . I've got to be going.  I've got to get home and feed the poor cats, who've been starving while you and I take our little perverted pleasures."

But Ashley would not let her go.  She grabbed Laura and pushed her naked body into Laura's, kissing her.  "Not until I get another little come out of you," she murmured, kissing Laura's neck, squeezing her breasts.  "I like this.  And you didn't get to come when I did, just then."

A soft grin of assent spread across Laura's face.  "I guess I could stay a little longer.  What did you have in mind?"

"I never thought I'd say this," Ashley grinned, "but I think now that I'm a lesbian I feel like licking your pretty pink pussy until you come.  Can you come that way?"

"Oh yes," Laura smiled.  "I can."

"Good," Ashley gently pushed her onto her back and helped to ease Laura's thighs open with one hand.  She began kissing her way down Laura's body.  "You just lie back and let me practice on you until I get it perfect."

"You're already just about perfect," Laura sighed to her as she stretched out and prepared to quickly die of pleasure.