Haunting Harlow (1*+)

Chantelle

Harlow watched Peter and Vanessa support each other as they finally stumbled out of the garden gate. It was well past two o’clock in the morning and Harlow had wanted them to leave for hours. 

Since the kitchen weirdness with the photo album, Peter and Vanessa had been acting strangely. Peter had spent the majority of the night watching Harlow, and Vanessa had been avoiding Peter, right up until just before they left. Harlow had found herself becoming constantly aware of Peter, feeling like his eyes were boring into her throughout the night. 

Closing the front door, with a shudder, Harlow fumbled with the lock, before erupting into a fit of giggles. She was drunk. Drunker than she had been in a long time, thanks to Chantelle and her lethal cocktails. 

“You half a job Bob. Give it here. I’ll do it.” 

Jase, acting macho and sober, grabbed Harlow's key and staggered towards the door but ended up face down on the floor. The four girls roared with laughter and then laughed some more when Jase tried to convince them that the floor had wanted a hug. 

It took another fifteen minutes, with every pair of hands taking turns to fumble with the lock before they had the simple task completed and had all made it upstairs to their rooms. Rebekah and Freya had already decided they were taking the largest of the spare rooms, which left Jase with the smallest one, next to Harlow’s room, and Chantelle sharing with Harlow. 

Harlow, after closing and locking her bedroom door, staggered to her bed. Still clad in her bikini top and skirt, she collapsed beside a giggling a Chantelle. 

“Shush,” Chantelle told her, raising her index finger towards her pouting lips. 

The sheer concentration on the twenty-four-year-old woman’s face, followed by the proud beaming smile as her finger landed on her nose, sent Harlow into a fit of hysterics. She had missed her friends more than she realized and her heart, at that minute, was filled to the point of bursting. 

Rolling onto her side to face Chantelle, Harlow felt a slow, tingling sensation down her exposed spine and her giggling was replaced by a sudden gasp. She closed her eyes and bit her lip, then purred as the tingle ran over her hip and down to the waist of her skirt. Holding her breath, she instinctively raised her hips, inviting it to continue it’s sensual journey across her skin.

All too soon, the tingling stopped and Harlow, opening her now lust-filled eyes, found Chantelle watching her with eyes that sparkled with curious desire. She watched as Chantelle's cherry coloured lips slowly parted before she grazed her teeth over her lower lip. Harlow knew what was coming and clenched her thighs together as her bud began to ache. With bated breath, Harlow watched as Chantelle stood and slowly untied the bow that encased her perfect breasts within her bikini bra. This wasn’t the first time Harlow had been aroused by Chantelle and she could, with quite a certainty, say that it wouldn’t be the last time, either. Chantelle and herself had a habit of finding themselves in bed together but never before, had her body reacted so quickly to the beautiful woman in front of her. 

As Chantelle made her way towards her, Harlow raised herself up, waiting for lips to meet. As they did, Harlow felt the tingling sensation begin to draw itself over her belly button toward her ribs. Her body, ignited by the strange sensation, shuddered with pleasure as the tingling continued over the back of her ribs, stopping at the string behind her neck. With a throaty purr as Chantelle's teeth took Harlow’s lower lip between them, biting softly, Harlow placed her weight on her elbow and pulled the string of her bikini bra open. With her rounded breasts freed, the strange sensation continued to trace a line across her shoulder and towards her hardening n****e, sending her skin flaring with desire filled goosebumps.

Harlow moaned in pure pleasure as Chantelle's fingers found her throbbing bud, at the same time as the strange tingling drew circles around her hard n*****s. She kissed Chantelle passionately as her hands gently ran down Chantelle's body until they found their target. Circling a thumb over Chantelle’s bud, Harlow gripped Chantelle's butt cheek and attempted to manoeuver herself underneath her.

“Not yet,” Chantelle told her. “I want to f**k you tonight.” 

Harlow whimpered as Chantelle pulled away from her and began undoing the zip on her skirt, before stepping out of it provocatively as it fell to the floor. Her hands reached out to touch the perfectly proportioned naked beauty in front of her, but stopped as Chantelle waggled a finger, indicating no. Watching, Chantelle curiously, she felt the tingling sensation working its way to her waistband and as if answering an unknown call, Harlow removed her skirt, exposing her lace G-string. 

“I’ll be tearing those off if they’re not gone by the time I get the toys. Drawer?” Chantelle asked, with a grin. 

Wriggling herself out of the lacey triangle, Harlow nodded in answer to Chantelle's question, then shuffled herself up the bed, eagerly awaiting what was coming. Chantelle loved to tease, and Harlow loved to beg. They went together perfectly and as Chantelle slowly crawled across the bed, Harlow giggled and spread her legs, exposing herself completely. 

As Chantelle began to trail soft, tender kisses up her inner thigh, the tingling sensation resumed, this time on Harlow’s already excited love bud, sending a wave of rapture through her body. She felt a finger gently probing into her before it was followed by another. Chantelle, while working expertly, flicked her tongue over Harlow’s labia and giggled at the hips that began to writhe underneath her as Harlow tried to maneuver the throbbing bud between her legs, closer to the tongue that was teasing it. Her body ached for Chantelle like never before and a cry of anguish left her parted lips as Chantelle, completely ignoring her efforts, trailed her tongue across Harlow's bare pubic area. 

“Please, Chantelle.” 

Harlow gasped and bit her lip, trying to control herself as Chantelle thrust another finger into her and pumped her wetness. Quivering with need, Harlow reached out and wrapped her fingers into Chantelle’s hair, directing her head to where she wanted it. 

“You want this?” The other woman asked her, pulling Harlow's c**t between her teeth at the same time as filling her hole with the vibrator.

A cry of pleasure at the sudden fullness was followed by a purr of ecstasy as the toy started to buzz. It wasn’t long before Harlow felt herself teetering on the edge of climax as Chantelle took a n****e in her mouth and bit down, hard. Struggling to contain the explosion that was threatening to burst from her, Harlow closed her eyes and bit her lip with a groan. The strange tingling sensation had begun to circle the breast that wasn’t being licked and bitten by Chantelle and Harlow arched her spine with a throaty purr. Chantelle, with a grin, pushed the rabbit as far into Harlow as it would go, as Harlow tilted her hips to fill herself completely.

“Oh, God. Yes,” Harlow cried, almost losing control. 

She threw her head back into the pillow as Chantelle increased the speed, sending pleasure coursing through her like a wave crashing to the shore. Her hand found a second vibrator at the side of her and as her fingers snaked around it, Chantelle straddled her shoulders, preventing her from picking it up.

Licking her lips, Harlow eagerly put her mouth to work on Chantelle's exposed wetness, grinning as Chantelle moaned and pushed herself onto her mouth. Harlow's tongue entered into Chantelle and her hands found Chantelle’s breasts. Her fingers tweaked and squeezed the rocks that were once soft n*****s, while Chantelle rocked herself back and forth on Harlow's mouth.

Chantelle raised her hips with a cry of pleasure-filled pain as Harlow tugged hard on the rocks between her fingers, before grabbing the vibrator and inserting it into Chantelle. A groan of pleasure left Chantelle as the toy hit deep inside of her, followed by a small cry of disapproval as Harlow pulled back. She placed her lips over Chantelle's bud, flicking her tongue back and forth and sucking gently. The throaty purr coming from Chantelle was replaced by a sudden squeal as Harlow repeatedly pushed the toy deep and slapped Chantelle's butt cheek, before pulling back once more.

It was a whimpering Chantelle who begged to be f****d as Harlow teased her once more, before she pushed the toy deep into her, over and over again while her tongue and mouth worked on her bud. A quivering Chantelle, her moans becoming louder, writhed herself deeper onto the toy and Harlow’s mouth. 

The strange tingling sensation picked up around Harlow’s erect n*****s, as Chantelle began to suck her the pulsing bud while circling the toy as it buzzed inside her. With Chantelle f*****g her harder than she ever had before, and the strange tingle that continued to tease her n*****s, Harlow quivered and bucked uncontrollably. 

Unable to hold off, with a breathless “Please,” Harlow pushed her mouth against Chantelle's thigh as her body gave in, sending her into an earth-shattering orgasm that rocked her entire body. Chantelle quickly followed suit with her own cry of ecstasy and collapsed onto a quivering and breathless Harlow. 

Never before had Harlow experienced such a violent but sensational orgasm and as Chantelle suggested they get drunk more often, Harlow didn’t hesitate with her breathy response of “Absofuckinglutely.”