Chapter 226

Her day with Charise was emotionally and sexually exhausting, very sweet and intense, though it left Laura with a residue of melancholy and guilt. Even though she knew she was distorting reality, she couldn't help feeling she had abandoned the poor, young, possibly pregnant child there on the street corner after having unleashed a full day of unrelenting lust on her lovely young body. And god, we did fuck each other pretty hard with that thing, she remembered, reliving their moments of exciting and not very tender mutual rape with the monstrous double dildo.

However, she didn't have long to dwell on it because Kendra began rapping hard on her door shortly after five o'clock. She knew it had to be either Kendra or Jane, and if Jane had know what was going on she would have appeared much sooner. This was Kendra, getting home from work.

"Girl, you better open up in there!" she hollered imperiously through Laura's tightly-locked door.

Laura unlocked her two locks very slowly. She opened the door a crack and peered out cautiously. She thought she was prepared, but Kendra was even more stunning than she had been this morning. It had stopped raining, and she now carried her raincoat over her arm. Her red-gold hair was startling, and her amazingly hard, curvaceous body was highlighted by a tight, pale violet knit dress with a plunging neckline. Her eyes, which she varied the color of using colored contact lenses, were now violet too, and the effect was electrifying. She was also very fetching when she was mad.

"Laura, we gotta have a word together," she said to Laura peremptorily. "Let me in."

Laura shook her head. "You just want to lecture me," she said softly.

Kendra's violet eyes narrowed. "You're damned right I do, and you're going to listen. Now let me in."

Laura relented. She opened the door, feeling very guilty, and let Kendra come in. She tried not to look extra hard at Kendra's body, but it was difficult since the tight knit dress-indeed, the whole body itself-was especially designed to draw the eye, anyone's eye. Kendra didn't exactly want to go unnoticed.

She looked around Laura's apartment, as if expecting it to be strewn with grapes and pillows and manacles and weird, ingenious sex toys, Laura thought, as if Laura had been screwing poor, vulnerable Charise from pillar to post in here all day, while Kendra was at work. This didn't make Laura feel any less guilty. There were no telltale clues lying around, but she had been doing exactly that, fucking exuberantly with Inky until they both could barely move.

Kendra sniffed the air theatrically. "I guess you guys had yourselves a pretty hot time in here today," she said, her voice sharp and judgmental.

"Oh, get off it," Laura scoffed. "You can't smell anything. You're just trying to make me feel bad."

Kendra stared at her contemptuously. "Girl, I been fucking a long time. A long time. I started when I was about fifteen... just about the same age as that young sweet thing you were bringing up here this morning. I know what fucking smells like."

"You're lying. It doesn't smell like anything but pine fragrance in here. I sprayed."

"You needed to cover up the runny pussy odor, eh?"

"Kendra. Is that all you want to do, stand there and insult me? I told you I shouldn't have let you in."

"Tell me she wasn't underage."

"She's... sixteen. Not fifteen," Laura said, sheepishly, blushing now, hating herself, not for loving Charise but for blushing. "And she may be pregnant."

Kendra snorted. "Well, at least she didn't get that from you. What were you doing, giving her some counseling?" she asked, as sarcastically as she could. "Giving her a gynecological checkup?"

Laura, mortified, continued blushing, speechless. What could she say?

"Never mind. I know the answer," Kendra smirked. "I guess I'd rather have you licking her little black twat than my teenage daughter's," she said, wearily.

Laura bit her lower lip, eyes watering, and looked out the window. She could get angry, but it was only defensiveness and betrayed her vulnerability to these correct accusations. All she could do was thank her lucky stars that Kendra knew nothing about the wild sexual conflagrations she and Jane had indulged in over the past months.

"Are you finished?" she finally asked, mimicking Kendra's own weariness, walking toward the door as if to prompt her to leave.

But Kendra shook her head and didn't move. "I'm wondering if you need some counseling yourself, girlfriend," she said, looking at Laura with infuriating concern. "I mean, I know the way I feel. How would that girl's mama be feeling to know you were bopping her little angel?"

Laura lowered her eyes in a 'give me a fucking break' expression, fixing Kendra with them sourly. "She might be 'pregnant'," she said, emphasizing it. "You think her mother might get mad at me? Excuse me?"

Kendra shrugged. Her magnificent hard round breasts jiggled a little under the tight knit dress. She saw Laura's eyes fall to them, and a tiny smile of satisfaction curled the corners of her sensual mouth. Laura knew that people, mostly men but probably some women too, had been looking at them all day like that, giving Kendra a little tickle deep inside her pussy.

"Pregnant is something a mama understands," she said, as if Laura could not understand these motherly things. "It's wondering if her kid is a queer that would worry her."

Now Laura smiled meaningfully. "It didn't keep Jane's mama from sleeping with one," she said pointedly. "Again and again."

Kendra smiled reluctantly. Her smile unleashed the pent-up sexual desire Laura felt for her, which Laura had been purposely trying to ignore and suppress. After all, she thought, a dozen orgasms with Charise ought to be enough. She didn't want to seem like an insatiable pervert, which was how Kendra was painting her to be. And she was also feeling mighty confused, guilty, ashamed, and sneaky, all feelings Kendra was deliberately trying to reinforce.

"We haven't done that in a while, have we," Kendra said softly, her violet eyes growing smoky-murky, even mildly flirtatious.

Desperate to change the subject, and also definitely aroused by this terrific woman, Laura flirted back. She softened. "Want to have a glass of wine?"

Kendra shook her head. She also cleared the murkiness out of her gaze and shot Laura a hard glance for staring so obviously at her body. "Jane will be home in a minute. I have to cook something."

Laura looked downcast. And she was. Her face dropped.

"Oh, don't look so disappointed," Kendra snapped. "You got to nuzzle that homely little sister's black snatch all day. I'll tell you, girl, that's one ugly little nigger. What happened to your taste?"

What Kendra apparently meant by this was: You like me, you like Jane, you like Miss Black America, and Ms. Olympia, and the Pepperpot, and the Ebony Goddess. How can you like that plain-faced little teenager?

Laura, however, was offended. All the sexual desire that had been building inside her for Kendra simply drained away, like air escaping a balloon. She scowled and opened the door.

"You obviously wouldn't know," she said.

Kendra shook her head, disbelieving. "You right about that." She lowered her voice to a threat, which was nevertheless laced with amused pleasure. "And quit looking like you'd like to rip off my dress."

Laura gave her a grim, cutting smile and shut the door.

Refusing to sulk, she poured herself a glass of wine and gazed out the window at the great view from her apartment, remembering the experience of being coiled together in a writhing seizure of ecstasy with Inky, earlier that day. If Kendra couldn't see the sweet, pure, luminous beauty and sexual attraction of this girl, then more the pity for her. Inky wasn't plain or ugly at all, if you knew her. She was radiant and incredibly desirable.

So there. Laura raised her eyes to the ceiling as it to taunt Kendra. And, as if in reply, the phone rang.

"Girl, she's staying over at her boyfriend's Mama's house for dinner," Kendra said. "Come on up here and visit me. I'm sorry I said those nasty things to you."

"I don't think you are."

"Are you gon' come up here or not?" Kendra asked, crossly.

Laura didn't reply. She felt hurt, angry, guilty. Also, very aroused, she realized. She and Kendra together were combustible. Jane was not home. They could be panting and groaning naked together in minutes. She could be running her hands again all over that beautiful, hard, glossy, dark brown body.

"Yes... I'll be right up," she said, in such a faint whisper that Kendra could barely hear her.

"What?"

But Laura was already on her way. Kendra met her at the door, still wearing the violet knit dress, and the contact lenses to match. Only now her eyes were glowing with sexual fires she had been disguising or suppressing earlier. She shut the door. Her face came very close to Laura's, so close that Laura could feel Kendra's warm breath on her cheek.

"I am too sorry," she purred softly, brushing Laura's cheek with her lips. "You really like that little teenager, don't you. I didn't mean to insult her."

"You did too," Laura reacted petulantly, knowing now that Kendra wanted her, wanted to make amends so they could get quickly to some very hot screwing.

Kendra backed Laura into the wall next to the door, brushing her smooth, sensual lips against Laura's other cheek. Her jutting, hard breasts now touched Laura's, though both of them were still fully clothed. Laura couldn't keep her eyes from dropping to Kendra's cleavage, and all the smooth, dark, satiny skin of her neck and throat and chest.

I love her desperately, she wanted to say, about Inky. Don't you dare insult her again. She is the sweetest darling I've ever known. All that Laura wanted to say, but instead she and Kendra melted together in a slow, simmering kiss that made everything else irrelevant, even all the times Laura had done it with Jane, Kendra's own daughter, in spite of Kendra's determination not to let it happen again.

"Why did you invite me up here?" she purred into Kendra's smooth dark neck.

Kendra grinned provocatively, and shrugged. "Sometimes getting drilled by Mr. Penis gets a little old. You want somebody who can provide a fresh twist, you know? Somebody who knows how the tongue works, for example."

"Mmmm, mine works," Laura breathed into her ear, then slid her tongue into it.

Kendra shivered, then laughed a soft, low, throaty laugh. "You still looking like you want to rip off my dress, too," she said.

"If I do, you won't have anything on to match your eyes," Laura murmured, kissing more of Kendra's delicious exposed skin.

"Oh, you like 'em?" Kendra smiled flirtatiously, batting her eyelids at Laura, who was searching for the zipper or buttons in the back of the tight knit dress.

Laura looked directly into them, trying to make contact with the pulsing brown orbs that lay behind the violet-tinted lenses.

"Everybody who's seen you in this all day has wanted to fuck you," she whispered, "and now your neighbor is going to do it."

Kendra grinned sarcastically. "Promises promises. I wonder if the neighbor can handle a real woman instead of a schoolgirl."

Ouch! Laura thought. Kendra knew how to play rough, there was no doubt of that. She nipped Kendra's earlobe.

"Owwnchh!" Kendra cried out, jumping almost straight up, grabbing her ear. "What the fuck are you doing!" She glowered at Laura.

Laura smiled. "Love bite. I thought you were woman enough to take it."

Kendra grinned through her brief tears of pain and grabbed Laura's hand, yanking her in the direction of the bedroom. "Come with me and I'll show you what I can take."

Kendra's bedroom was where they had been discovered fucking by Jane, the first time, when she had returned home unexpectedly. Kendra had told Laura that she pursued her sexual escapades outside this apartment so as to spare Jane the improper influence, so that time had been deeply embarrassing. Laura marveled that Kendra was willing to risk it happening again. And a lot of good it had done Jane to be spared her mother's exuberant sex life, Laura realized, since she herself had fucked Kendra's beautiful daughter into countless screaming orgasms and even broken her own, Laura's, bed while screwing Jane only a few weeks ago. But Kendra didn't know that. I hope, Laura gulped.

Before she even knew what was happening, Kendra had grabbed her arm and twisted it behind her back, pulling it up so hard that it really hurt. "What are you doing?" Laura winced, looking over her shoulder.

Kendra bared her teeth. "Last time we were together you said we were going to get kinky. Is that what you meant by biting me?"

"If you don't let me go," Laura warned, "I'm going to do a hell of a lot more than bite you."

Slowly, Kendra released her arm and, leaning forward, kissed the back of Laura's neck. "I hope so," she murmured, now soft, melting, sexier than ever.

She slid her hands under Laura's sweatshirt, cupping Laura's naked breasts in both hands. Her fingers found Laura's nipples and rub-pinched them while their hungry mouths met and tongue-fucked heatedly.

"I don't want to hurt you," Laura gasped, pulling back to give Kendra more room as Kendra pulled the sweatshirt over Laura's head.

Laura's hands were still scrabbling among the web stitched squares of Kendra's knit dress, trying to figure out how to unfasten it. "Get this damn thing off," she panted. "I want your gorgeous body."

"Mmmm, you and a hundred others," Kendra smiled. "You got first dibs, though. My pussy is thrumming hard for you, honey."

Laura kissed her warm, smooth neck, her shoulder, then dipped her lips quickly down into Kendra's seductive cleavage. Kendra gave her throaty laugh, then moved briefly back and pulled the dress up from the hem, pulling it off over her head in one complete motion.

"Ta da!" she smiled, posing like an exotic dancer for Laura, her flimsy knit dress now dangling from one hand.

She wore a very abbreviated electric green thong and a deliciously low-cut champagne lace bra that made Laura's whole body quiver. Kendra was built just as well as her beautiful daughter, but her spectacular body was honed and shaped by years of working out. She was not as dark as Jane either, more like Randi, a rich milk chocolate hue, sleek and svelte, her body highlighted by curves that had been artfully accentuated by careful body-sculpture. It was not a grotesquely beautiful masterpiece of muscle, like Brandi's, but a really beautiful-and shockingly, stirringly sexy-body that surely drew attention wherever Kendra went.

"Jane must be envious of her Mama," Laura said, half in awe as her eyes skimmed up and down Kendra's near-naked body.

She hardly realized she had almost been thinking out loud. It was dangerous for her to mention Jane, not only because mother and daughter actually did compete a little in the looks department, but also because Kendra was suspicious even from hearing her daughter's name on Laura's lips.

This, however, she took as flattery, and she mock-flirted again with Laura. "She knows her time'll come," she said. "Not with you, though. Now, how about we get on with it. I'm feeling pretty hot in all the right places." She approached Laura, flinging her knit dress over the back of a chair. "A little wet too."

Laura ran her fingertips up and down Kendra's naked skin, slipping her hands around her back to the bra clasp. "Take this beautiful thing off."

"You take it off," Kendra murmured, raising her own hands to Laura's naked breasts, caressing them aggressively. "You the one who wants what's inside. I just want these. I want to feel them and squeeze them and kiss and suck them. I don't ever feel this way about any other woman but you, Laura. What is this magic spell you got over me?"

"Mmmm, my secret," Laura murmured, removing Kendra's bra and tossing it on top of her knit dress. "My secret is I love you and your body even more than Mr. Penis does," she purred, cupping Kendra's naked breasts in her hands too, brushing Kendra's large, thick nipples with her thumbs.

Kendra, not as dark as Jane, had nipples that were really not black but a deep, rich, dark brown caramel color that Laura could simply not resist, and she had one in her mouth in a second. Kendra gave in for a moment, throwing her head back, moaning softly as the pleasure spread through her flesh from Laura's skillful lips on her sensitive nipple. But she could not give in completely and pulled Laura, who was still wearing her jeans, down onto the bed with her.

"I don't think you love it more, cause they really love it," she panted, struggling with Laura's zipper while Laura continued to try to devour her wonderful hard round naked breasts. "But you do pay closer attention to parts of it than they do. Unhhh! Oh shit... that feels good! Yes, oh yes... Laura, ungghhh!"

Laura held both hard, amazingly round globes in her hands and sucked Kendra's dark caramel brown nipples hungrily, until Kendra was twisting and whimpering with pleasure.

"Remember how I made you come seven times in a row the first time we did this?" Laura murmured to her.

Wildly aroused, Kendra nodded quickly. "You still the champ, too. Mr. Penis ain't in the same ring with you, honey. Not when it comes to that. I think you could do it again if you just touch my little wet coozey," she panted.

"I'm going to do more than touch it," Laura breathed, sliding her hand down Kendra's flat belly and under the edge of the flimsy green thong, ruffling the curls of Kendra's pubic hair with her fingertips.

"Oh no you don't," Kendra giggled, rolling away but still trying to get Laura's zipper down. "Not until you get rid of these. This is a two-way street, Missy."

They tussled playfully, kissing, groping, sucking, hungry for each other. It was a very sweet, intimate moment, and in the back of her mind somewhere Laura felt very guilty for fucking this delightful woman's beautiful daughter and lying about it. Kendra finally got Laura's jeans and panties off, and she slipped two fingers up into Laura's flooding pussy before Laura could even get back within reach of hers.

This took Laura by surprise, and Kendra swarmed over her so that she could not resist. "You're a good teacher, Laura, and I know how to do this too," Kendra murmured, scooping up one of Laura's breasts in her free hand and assaulting Laura's throbbing nipple with her lips and tongue and even her teeth.

At the same time, she moved her fingers rapidly in and out of Laura's pussy, grazing Laura's engorged clit with her knuckle, rubbing it hard, making Laura's body jump involuntarily, making her body arch up off the bed, bringing a sharp groan of pleasure from Laura's throat.

"Ungghhhh! Oh god... yes, oh Kendra, right there! Ungghhh! Do it again!"

"Oh, you like that, do you?"

"God, yes!"

"Next thing you know, you'll be having a little climax here," Kendra teased softly, still tormenting Laura's wet, erect nipple gently with her brilliantly white teeth.

"Or a big one," Laura panted, feeling on the very edge of one.

Kendra flirted and teased Laura flagrantly. She moved her lips and hand to Laura's other breast, tormenting it equally, bringing Laura even closer as her hand continued to massage Laura's tingling, pulsating pussy, though now she kept her knuckle away from Laura's sensitive clit, saving that caress for the ultimate moment. As she licked and sucked Laura's excited nipple, she gazed up into Laura's eyes.

"You know I never licked any pussy but yours," she said, very softly, eyes smoldering. "That makes you pretty special. You want to come right away... or you want me to lick your pretty pink pussy?"

"Either way... I'm going to come," Laura gasped, writhing, almost unable to speak, watching her stiff, saliva-wet nipple disappear into Kendra's sensual mouth.

She felt her breast fill with heat and her nipple ache and throb wildly as Kendra sucked it hard, digging her teeth into the edge of Laura's areola, making Laura caw and whimper and move her hips in quick, involuntary motions, urgently seeking release. She was shocked over how quickly she had arrived at this point, after a dozen orgasms earlier in the day with Charise. But now she was hurtling toward another sharp convulsion, her body seething and roiling inside with hot pounding blood and fuck-need, and she wanted Kendra to fuck her in the worst way, fuck her hard, hard.

"Ungghh! Oh... do me, honey," she panted to Kendra. "Lick me, eat me, do it quick... ohhnnn! I'm going to pop. Do it quick, please!"

Kendra giggled softly, releasing Laura's wet nipple and pinching it between her thumb and forefinger. "You worse than me, Laura. You are going to come, and pretty quick too. That teenager must not have done it for you after all. You need Auntie Kendra to really pull the trigger, eh?"

Little do you know, Laura thought in the back of her mind, but she was too desperate for a climax to reply. Instead, she twisted and writhed, panting, begging with her eyes, churning her hips, pushing her throbbing pussy up into Kendra's hand.

"Fuck me... you bitch!" she gasped.

"Oh... getting nasty now?" Kendra smiled. "I'll see if I can't oblige, then."

She slid down Laura's undulating body and lovingly spread Laura's pussy open with her thumbs, slipping her tongue into Laura's hot core. Laura had had some thrilling sex already with Charise throughout the day, but she was very aroused by Kendra, and this tongue-penetration, with Kendra's mouth pressed hard against her streaming pussy, was enough indeed to trigger a stupendous explosion. Kendra licked her wet slit hard and fast, tonguing and sucking Laura's engorged, throbbing clit forcefully, but Laura was already coming almost from the very first touch of her tongue tip.