Chapter 32

Over the next few weeks she and Yvette engaged in a white hot affair, fucking like fiends whenever they got the chance, twice more at work in vacant offices Yvette somehow knew about. They knew how dangerous it was, but that seemed to make it even more exciting, and they both had unbelievably intense orgasms in each other's arms on executives' sofas.

Every few days they met at Laura's apartment after work and fucked until Yvette had to go. She persuaded her husband that she was working late on a project, usually staying with Laura until about eight, ravenous with lust. Once Laura asked her, "Don't you ever do it with him? He'll get suspicious if you stop entirely, won't he?"

"I let him fuck me once a week," Yvette smirked. "I fake a climax, he comes in ten seconds, falls asleep, and I pretend I'm with you. Once I even came just from thinking about you, after he went to sleep."

When Yvette's husband had to go out of town on a business trip for a week, she invited Laura to stay with her.

"We'll kill each other with fucking," she said, smiling wickedly. "We won't be able to walk."

"We almost do that already," Laura said.

But she couldn't refuse. Her desire for Yvette was undiminished. After the baby was in bed, their first night alone in Yvette's house, they nearly did just that. Though Yvette had trouble really letting herself go with her daughter asleep in the next room, she and Laura fucked fifteen times, each having several multiple orgasms. And Yvette enjoyed them even more since they were in the same bed where her joyless sex with her husband usually took place.

The next day the Yvette took her daughter to stay with her mother for a few days. God, Laura thought, we'll put each other in the hospital.

But after work that evening, before they could even get out of their clothes, Yvette's sixteen-year-old sister dropped by for a brief visit, and Laura realized that something very shocking was happening to her.

"This is my kid sister Chanitra," Yvette said, introducing Laura to the most ravishing, shockingly beautiful teenager she had ever seen.

The weather was warm, and Chanitra was wearing cutoff jeans and a skimpy halter. She didn't yet have a woman's body. She still had the enchanting, smooth, lissome body of a girl on the verge of complete womanhood, and the sight of it nearly made Laura come unglued. Chanitra's skin was somewhat blacker than Yvette's, very black, and her long legs were even more shapely than her sister's, if that were possible.

They rose to willowly thighs and the most perfect bottom Laura had ever seen, even more perfect than Rina's, high and sculptured and round, a more beautiful ass than anyone could imagine possible. Her small, jutting breasts were concealed by the thin halter, but the rest of her upper body was naked, and sleek, and smooth, her back a masterpiece, her midriff taut and glossy.

Laura tried not to stare. She was embarrassed. She knew that long ago, before Karen, she wouldn't have looked twice at Chanitra, except to notice that she was a good- looking girl. But she wouldn't have wanted to eat her alive, as she did now. And she couldn't let either Yvette or Chanitra know.

They all three had dinner together, and Chanitra left. Laura and Yvette began fucking almost before the girl was out the door, tearing at each other, desperate to do in total freedom what they had been doing in a more restrained manner while Yvette's small daughter was there.

But for Laura there was even more urgency, since she wanted to obliterate the memory of Yvette's stunning sister in a marathon of orgiastic sex. And she knew she had the right partner for it. If anything, Yvette's appetite exceeded even Karen's. She came easily under Laura's caresses, and one climax only made her want five more.

In about an hour neither one could even sit up, and they both fell briefly asleep. Laura awakened first, about twenty minutes later, and gazed up at the ceiling, wondering what was happening to her. Isn't it enough that you're screwing a woman with a husband and a small child? she thought. Or that a beautiful girl is dead because of you? Now you want a fresh young teenager too? What would Yvette say? You're turning into a cradle robber.

The next day Yvette was sent out of town on a quick business trip herself. She would be gone for three days. Laura had packed a suitcase and left it at Yvette's house, since they had planned to spend at least five days together while Yvette's husband was gone. Her stomach did flipflops as Yvette told her she could drop by to pick it up any time since Chanitra would be house-sitting while she was gone.

At first she was afraid to go. How can I be alone with her and not let her see how much I want her? she wondered. She's only sixteen! God, she might even be a virgin!

This thought made her both recoil from the idea of wanting to fuck a virgin, and excited her wildly at the thought of fucking a virgin. Especially one who looked like Chanitra. How could you be so awful? she asked herself. Wanting to corrupt that poor sweet thing.

But she couldn't stop herself from going by to pick up the suitcase. She couldn't stay away. Just control yourself, that's all, she told herself over and over. Self- control. She won't have the slightest suspicion you want to do that do her, so just don't let her suspect it. Just be friendly, get your suitcase, and leave.

She actually tried to control her impulses, but Chanitra was wearing the same thing when Laura got there, as if she had known how it affected Laura, and wanted to rub it in, to make things worse.

"Hi," Chanitra greeted her at the door. "Yvette said you might be dropping by."

The girl had a fetching little crinkle-nosed smile. Laura had been so busy looking at Chanitra's spectacular body that she had scarcely noticed her beautiful face.

"Just to get my suitcase," she said, bashfully, only realizing afterward that it was a little unusual for her to have left it there.

"It's right in here," Chanitra smiled, leading her into the... bedroom.

Oh god! Laura thought. It was all so obvious. Chanitra bent over to pick it up, and Laura's eyes lingered long, lovingly, even lustfully on the girl's perfect long legs and incredible bottom. Chanitra couldn't help noticing the way Laura was looking at her as she turned and gave Laura the bag.

"You fucking my sister, aren't you," she said in a quiet, matter-of-fact voice.

Laura blushed hotly, and turned her face away. She didn't know how to respond to such boldness.

"I..." she stammered. "I... we--"

"You don't have to say anything," Chanitra said. "Didn't mean to embarrass you. I just thought... you two be sleeping in the same room and all, you know."

She pointed to the bed. Laura swallowed. She sat the suitcase down, afraid she would drop it. Chanitra's infectious smile never left her face. She wasn't hostile, or any less friendly. Just curious, it seemed.

"Really," Chanitra said, trying to reassure her. "I can see I upset you. Didn't mean to. I... kinda even had a question, that's all."

"I didn't mean to look at you that way," Laura said, almost under her breath, deeply ashamed.

"I don't mind," Chanitra crinkled her nose. "Kinda like it. Why do you think I wear these, anyway?"

She did a graceful little pirouette, showing off her sleek black thighs and incredible high round ass. Laura tried not to crave the girl's delicious body.

"You know," Chanitra said, conspiratorially. "I did it a couple of times, with a couple of dudes. It wasn't too hot, if you want to know the truth. They was pretty quick. It was over before I got into it. I just thought, maybe you know something they don't know. Like Yvette seems to like it, know what I mean?"

God, is this really happening? Laura wondered. Is she coming on to me?

"You certainly have the most beautiful ass I ever saw," Laura said under her breath, barely able to trust herself to speak.

"You like it?" Chanitra grinned, turning again, sideways, and sticking it out provocatively. "You know, I don't wear anything under these. Just fold up a piece of toilet paper and stick it between... you know where, and the cloth. Pretty sexy, huh?"

Laura nodded. "Pretty sexy," she said softly.

"You want to see it?"

Laura shut her eyes and nodded. "What'll your sister think?"

"She don't have to know."

Chanitra unbuttoned her cutoffs and let them slide slowly down her spectacular legs. Already Laura could feel her cunt throbbing and oozing, fluttering excitedly. Chanitra kicked the cutoffs away from her feet. She turned, and Laura's eyes feasted on the gorgeous, round, beautifully shaped bottom.

"You want to touch it, don't you," Chanitra whispered.

Again Laura nodded.

"Sit down on the edge of the bed."

Laura sat and Chanitra walked over to her, turning her back so that her perfect ass was right in front of Laura. Laura raised both hands and caressed the firm, dark moons, sliding her fingers under them, giving Chanitra a twinge of pleasure. Chanitra's half-naked body stiffened, then relaxed again.

"Ooohhh, that feels good," she murmured.

The girl was so receptive that Laura stopped restraining herself. Her hands grew more aggressive, cupping, kneading, squeezing, her fingers gradually invading the shadowy crack between the perfect, gleaming buns. She bent forward and kissed them, running her lips and tongue all over them, nipping the taut flesh gently with her teeth.

Both of them were driven wild sexually by what they were doing. Chanitra began quivering and moaning softly. Laura's pulse raced and roared, and her cunt flooded with juice.

"Put your hands here, on the bed," she murmured to Chanitra, guiding her, helping her bend over and place her palms on the edge of the mattress.

Then Laura slipped to her knees behind the girl and came up under Chanitra's perfect ass, slipping her tongue deep into the wet open cleft of Chanitra's pussy.

"Uhn! Oh!" Chanitra gasped.

Her thigh muscles and her buns clenched, making her more desirable than ever to Laura, who knew she could make the girl come quickly, if she chose to. Gently, she pushed and urged Chanitra forward, face down on the bed, pushing the girl's sleek thighs apart and lowering her mouth to Chanitra's clit at the same time. It only took a few sucks to bring on a sharp, surprising climax.

"Aunngg! Oh! Oh... annggg... aaiingghiieeee!" Chanitra cried out, her body shaking as a strong orgasm gripped her.

Still stunned by her climax, she didn't resist as Laura unfastened her halter and rolled her onto her back. Laura scooped up both of Chanitra's hard, small breasts, in her hands, sucking the girl's large, bulbous nipples sharply, passionately, while dropping her hand to the girl's crotch and rubbing her clit again. In only seconds Chanitra came again, whimpering, then moaning as a long, sinuous climax unfolded in her body.

Laura wouldn't let her stop but kept building on the erotic plateau Chanitra had reached, sliding back down between the girl's yawning thighs and tonguing her wet pussy into two more orgasms. Finally she slid one finger, greasy with Chanitra's own pussy juices, up into the girl's incredible ass, sucking her clit at the same time, fucking her rapidly in the ass, and brought Chanitra to a shattering culminating orgasm that left the poor girl weak and panting with fatigue, and throbbing with aftershocks of sexual pleasure.

Her eyes were glassy and her mouth slack as she looked up worshipfully at Laura, who only now realized that she herself was still fully dressed.

"God... you really fucked me," she said in a hushed, astonished voice. "I came five times."

"You're so beautiful, Chanitra," Laura whispered, so desperately horny herself that she could barely see straight.

Chanitra reached up, pulled Laura's face down to hers, and kissed Laura with a scorching, searing kiss, unbuttoning the back of Laura's blouse as they kissed.

"I want you," she panted into Laura's ear. "Want to fuck you too, like you did me."