Chapter 217

While grocery shopping, as usual, Laura ran into Tiffany. This time she was working behind the counter in the bakery, though she was so small and short that she could barely see over the high glass counter, filled with fresh pies and cookies. Nevertheless, she flirted shamelessly with Laura, since no other customers were near at the moment.

"You pretty, you got a boyfriend?" she smirked at Laura. "Or do you like girls?"

"I like one," Laura said, darkly.

Tiffany's dark eyes sparkled with mischief. "Do I know her?"

Laura nodded. "World champion booty," she whispered, leaning closer.

"Ooohh, I do know her," she beamed. "Come around here, I got to talk to you."

She beckoned Laura over to a corner where the glass case ended, then bent forward conspiratorially. Laura was thrilled, trying to control her sexual excitement. Tiffany had reverted to her original hair style, the bowl-cut with the longer strands around her ears, and she looked ravishing. No wonder I wanted her, Laura thought. Her eyes lingered on Tiffany's smooth, black neck, which she had kissed so lecherously last time.

"You know how I told you I was going to think it over?" Tiffany sparkled. "Remember?"

Laura tried to think back. Since last being with Tiffany, she had slept with Brenda, Mavis, Randi, Tamara, Trina, Deshona, and twice with the divine Charise. She loved them all but sometimes had a little trouble recalling what she had talked about while with each one. Tiffany could see the fog in Laura's eyes.

"You know. About my boyfriend and me. You know. The three of us." Tiffany looked around quickly to make sure no one was listening, or close enough to hear.

Suddenly for Laura the light bulb switched on. "Oh yes." She paused. "You asked him?"

Tiffany let go with a secretive smirk. "Sure did. He said, 'When's the party?'."

Laura felt an excited fluttering deep inside her pussy at these words. But she pressed forward. "Are you sure you thought it over?" she asked calmly. "I mean, remember what I said... about watching me and him?"

Tiffany shrugged. "I think I could handle it. After all, it won't be just him. It'll be me too."

This made the flutter grow into a hot, throbbing pulse. Laura swallowed. "That's true," she croaked softly. "I guess... I'm willing if you two are."

"Your place? Friday night?"

Laura nodded slowly, still getting used to the idea. Heaven! Fucking Tiffany along with her boyfriend. And being fucked in return by them both. Heaven. I don't know if I can wait until Friday night. Although she hadn't met the boyfriend, she was very fond of Tiffany and couldn't believe he would be a creep.

"Your neighbors go out on Friday night? I mean, we wouldn't want to give them a show," Tiffany winked.

"We'll just have to turn the music up loud," Laura smiled, trying to think of something else in order to stem the flow of warm vaginal juices that were threatening to wet her panties.

Tiffany beamed and gave Laura an alluring glance, laced with hot, erotic promise. "Shall we say seven?"

"Seven it is. See you then. You better tell that boyfriend... what's his name-?"

"Damon."

"You better tell Damon to rest up. He probably never dealt with two little firecrackers like us at the same time."

Tiffany laughed. "I won't let him touch me, how's that. Until Friday. But don't worry." She lowered her voice, again looking from side to side for eavesdroppers. "Once he bopped me six times in one night. He got a lot of wood in that long stick."

Laura was half in a daze as she carried her groceries to her car. She could still hardly believe the conversation. And she thought of almost nothing else between then and Friday, which was still two days off.

Fortunately, Yvette had managed to get free for a couple of hours on Thursday evening. She and Laura had tried to burn up the bed. Yvette was still close to Laura's heart, and her long, svelte, black, naked body was still a miracle in Laura's arms, an inspiration to sexual feats that left them both gasping and slack with exhaustion.

I needed that, Laura thought in the morning, just to get through this day until tonight.

Seven o'clock finally did arrive, however. Laura actually had butterflies. She had picked up a plate of hors d'oeuvres at the same Safeway where Tiffany worked, though Tiffany was not there. Probably home perfuming her pretty little black, juicy quim for a night of unbelievable joy, Laura thought, relishing the prospect herself.

When they arrived, Laura was pleasantly surprised to see that Damon was a personable, well-mannered, clean-cut, and very handsome young man. He was about twenty-two or twenty-three, she guessed, and not small like Tiffany but athletically built with broad, strong shoulders, a narrow waist, and well-muscled arms. In fact, there was no way to deny that he was a gorgeous hunk of young man. His eyes were intelligent and his glance sharp and curious.

"Pleased to meet you... Laura," he smiled, shaking her hand, appraising her rather boldly, as if there were no point in being excessively coy since they were all going to be naked together in a few minutes. "I guess you and Tiffany been... having a little fun together, eh? She told me a little about it."

Laura was amused. "What did she tell you?" she asked, giving him an alluring stare. He really was quite a good-looking guy, and she was warming to the occasion.

"One thing I told him," Tiffany interjected quickly, "was that you could teach him a thing or two about eating pussy."

All three laughed, Laura and Damon with embarrassment, Tiffany with sassy delight. Laura realized that all three of them were nervous. She had been in this situation before, and there never seemed to be an easy way to get the ball rolling. It was always a little awkward.

"Shall we have a drink, or start the lesson right away?" she asked playfully.

"A drink would be okay," Damon smiled. Again Laura saw him looking at her body, and she realized that he was growing happier by the second.

"Can you make me a strawberry daquiri, Laura?" Tiffany asked innocently.

"You're only going to vomit it up, Tiffany," Damon smiled at her.

She made a face. Tiffany, having brought the three of them together, thought she was the center of attention and was enjoying it immensely. She was the center, of course, but Laura knew that Damon was also looking forward to this new woman, this stunning white lesbian his girl had been fooling around with, whose apartment they were in.

"I only have wine and vodka tonic," Laura said.

"Is that vodka thing what you made me when I was here before?" Tiffany asked.

Laura nodded.

"Okay, I'll have one of those." She flirted ostentatiously with Laura. "Make it strong. It'll get my courage up."

Laura smiled at Damon. "How about your 'courage'?"

He grinned at her cockily. "It's already up." He paused to let it sink in. "But I'll have one too."

Laura made them each a drink. Damon and Tiffany admired the view from her windows. Laura looked at them, trying to imagine them fucking, when they were alone, without a spectator like her. They were a fresh, young, beautiful couple. Tiffany was tiny, of course, the smallest girl Laura had ever slept with, but perfectly proportioned. Damon was an inch or so taller than Laura, and buffed.

"Do you work out?" Laura asked him, making polite conversation.

"A little. Actually, I play soccer."

"Almost all the time," Tiffany drawled in exasperation, rolling her eyes upward.

Gosh, how are we going to begin this? Laura wondered. They made more small talk. After a few minutes, the vodka began to work its magic. Everybody grew warmer, looser. Tiffany squirmed in the easy chair where she sat, looking from Damon to Laura, back to Damon. Then Laura again.

"Let's go in your bedroom, Laura," she finally said bluntly. "I'm too nervous just sitting here."

Laura smiled calmly. She nodded sideways at Damon. "Should we bring him along?"

Tiffany squinted devilishly. "He got something we might be able to find a use for."

Laura smiled very seductively at Damon. Wouldn't you like to fuck me? her eyes said. Wouldn't you like to fuck us both?

"Would you like to join us?" she asked softly.

Damon put down his drink on the coffee table and stood up. She and Tiffany could both see the hard hump of gristle in his crotch. Clearly, he was ready.

"I think I'd love that," he grinned.

They all went to Laura's bedroom. There was clearly a strong sexual magnetism between Laura and Damon, but Laura, sensing that Tiffany would feel bad if she were not the focus, turned to her and took her in her arms. She felt, as always, a strong physical desire for Tiffany too, and kissed her with thorough, heated passion, a long open-mouthed kiss that had them both panting softly when it finished.

Laura almost forgot Damon was there, in fact. She loved Tiffany's sensual mouth, and her smooth black skin, and she let her mouth slide down to the girl's wonderful smooth neck, kissing it and unbuttoning Tiffany's shirt at the same time. We'll just give him a little performance, she thought, and show him how hot we can be together. God, I love your beautiful neck! It's making me wet just kissing it.

Panting, Tiffany got her hands under Laura's sweater, pushing it up, raising her fingers up to Laura's bra clasp. "Maybe we should just get on the bed and get naked and let him watch," she whispered.

"Good idea," Laura smiled, reaching the last button, opening Tiffany's shirt.

She and Tiffany, still half-clothed, lay down face to face on the bed. Laura peeled Tiffany's shirt completely off, marveling again at the stark contrast between her bright white bra straps and cups with her deep black skin. Tiffany's breasts, still inside her bra, were small, perfect balls, and Laura dropped her lips between them, kissing her cleavage.

"I love your body," she murmured.

"Mmmm, you gon' get to have all of it," Tiffany purred, pulling Laura's sweater up over her head.

Damon stood beside the bed, watching them. Two beautiful young women, one black, one white, getting naked and caressing one another in front of him had a predictable effect. When Tiffany and Laura got each other's bra off and began squeezing and sucking each other's breasts, he couldn't contain himself any longer.

"Maybe all three of us could get into this?" he asked tentatively.

Laura and Tiffany slowly turned their heads to look up at him, smiling. Damon looked tense, ready to spring. Laura felt a rush of hot blood through her body as she realized the three of them were going to have a pretty good time immediately.

"What do you think?" she asked Tiffany, teasing him.

Tiffany grinned a very coquettish sexual come-on to her boyfriend. "Nobody stopping you," she said, eyes wide. "Why don't you show us what you got?"

Damon was clearly not ashamed of his attributes. He grinned back at her and began to unzip his fly.

Laura's encounters with black males in the past had been either terrific (Kendra's friend Marshall) or traumatic (Yvette's husband, Rina's boyfriend and his buddies). She had been raped by some, fucked to ninth heaven by Marshall. She did not know quite what to expect from Damon, though from her relationship with Tiffany she presumed he would be fairly civilized.

He was well-equipped, too, she couldn't help but notice as he peeled off his clothes. He stripped down his jockey shorts, and his large, rising cock fell out, a long, dark-chocolate pole, not thick like Marshall's or Rob's or Eric's but just as long as theirs. She and Tiffany watched it rise, slowly twitching, pulsing, jumping until it was standing tall in front of his hard stomach. He grinned as she saw them looking at it.

"Probably the missing ingredient here, eh?" he smiled, quickly stripping off the rest of his clothes.

He had a hard, athletic, muscular body with strong arms, narrow hips, powerful legs. All that soccer, Laura thought. His skin was not as dark as Tiffany's but not light either, glossy and smooth. Laura realized that if she liked men as well as these delicious girls, she would be going for his type more often than not. This is going to be great, she realized, feeling a hot tingle deep inside her pussy as she looked at his throbbing dark rod. She could almost feel it piercing her wet, tingling pussy already.

Laura slipped off her jeans and her panties, then helped Tiffany shed the rest of her clothes, unable to resist a few kisses and caresses of the girl's spectacular round bottom. Tiffany sighed and shivered as Damon, now naked too, joined them on the bed. It was only fitting, since Tiffany had arranged this, that she be fucked by Laura and Damon first, and they all knew it, especially her.

"Laura and I had a couple of booty contests," she told her boyfriend. "Guess who won," she smirked playfully at Laura.

Damon reached out one hand and stroked Laura's naked ass admiringly, cupping one pale moon in his hand and giving it a gentle but serious squeeze, which excited Laura very much. "She got a pretty nice one too, Tiffany," he said.

"But nothing like this one," Laura purred, worshipping Tiffany's peerless ass, stroking and kissing it, gently prying open the firm, high, black moons.

I bet you'd like to drive that long hard rod up between these hard little buns, wouldn't you, she thought, looking at his bobbing, pulsing cock, feeling the hot wet itch again deep in her pussy. I wouldn't mind you pushing it into me either. Who goes first?

But she knew who went first. Tiffany stretched out between them, and Laura and Damon began to knead and kiss and suck her beautiful, tiny body everywhere. Quickly, they rolled her onto her back, taking turns kissing her, caressing her breasts, then dropping their mouths to them. This was, Laura realized, probably the first time Tiffany had felt both of her breasts being sucked at the same time, a thrilling sensation that Laura had experienced.

"Ohhhnnnn!" Tiffany sighed, squirming excitedly.

She had small but perfectly shaped breasts, and her shiny black nipples were the kind Laura adored, puffy and swollen. She sucked one hungrily, drawing most of Tiffany's small breast into her mouth with it, pinching the thick, pulpy nipple against the roof of her mouth with her tongue, bringing tight little choked squeals of excitement from Tiffany's constricted throat.

Damon, just flicking Tiffany's other nipple with his tongue as he watched Laura nearly swallow hers, got the idea and followed Laura's example. With both of her nipples being mouth-mauled at the same time, Tiffany began to whimper and writhe uncontrollably.

"Oh god, you guys, that feels so good... yes! Oh! Unhhhh! Oh yes oh yes! Do it like that! Ungghhh! Oh... you're doing it so hard!"

"Does it hurt?" Laura asked, releasing Tiffany's wet nipple and pinching it, twirling it in her fingers, looking into the girl's glazed eyes.

"No... do it some more."

This Damon took for a clear signal to nearly swallow the poor, aroused girl's breast, which was nearly all inside his mouth already. Laura had to pause to watch the way he hungrily devoured Tiffany's precious little perfect ball of flesh, sucking the whole thing into his mouth, making her yelp anew with mixed pain and wild sexual excitement.

"Oh! Ayyiieee! Oh shit!"

"Sorry, baby," Damon gasped, releasing her wet, shiny breast, kissing her erect, pointing nipple almost apologetically.

Tiffany, her eyes streaked by red hot fuck-need, looked at both of them, imploring them to fuck her in the most total way. She had invited this, and now she wanted it to be complete, no half-measures, the whole thing. Laura, kissing her way down the girl's delicious, undulating naked body, knew how she felt, and she was determined to deliver.

"I'm going to make her come," she panted to Damon, watching his big black cock throbbing and jumping in the air as he moved upward. "Let her suck you while I make her come."

Both Damon and Tiffany, through the hot, swirling fog of her fuck-need, looked at Laura a little oddly at this, and she suddenly remembered how Tiffany had said something to the effect that she 'would never take that big old thing' in her mouth. For some reason, this briefly exasperated Laura, who could see how gorgeous, full of wild strength and fuck-power this beautiful cock of Damon's was, and as if to show Tiffany what she was missing, she slid up to it herself, guiding Damon's cock between her lips, both of them poised just above Tiffany's body.

"Oh god... you better not be doing that," Damon croaked, his coiled, muscular body tense and wound tight.

His big, gristly black pole was alive, jumping, hard as a pipe, not thick but long and rippling with engorged veins. Laura, propping herself up on one arm, held the fierce hard shaft of his twitching prick in the fingers of her free hand and sucked the shiny, bulging head sharply a few times. Damon's body shook so hard that it rammed the bed against the wall.

"Auungghhh!" he groaned. "Oh shit!"

And thick, warm gobbets of creamy jism rocketed out of his prick, spewing into Laura's mouth. In surprise at how quickly he came, she let it go, and his still-spurting cock slipped out of her mouth, shooting jets of cum in every direction, splattering Laura's cheek and streaking Tiffany's naked breasts.

"Unh! Unh!" he kept grunting softly, grabbing his shooting cock and squeezing the shaft as dollops of jism kept coming out.

Tiffany seemed as shocked as Laura and watched the rivers of cum splatter her naked skin until finally Damon's heroic cock finished. He looked, half-proud, half-sheepish, at them both. Laura's mouth was still open, dripping cum, and cum was smeared across her left cheek. Tiffany was drenched, her tiny, perfect breasts streaked with pearly wet rivulets in every direction. She also had a big gob of it on her chin, and one under her eye.

Laura had seen both Eric and Danny squirt prodigious gobs of cum in the past, but she knew neither of them had ever topped this guy. Right now, she had to quickly decide whether to swallow the small pool of it he had left in her mouth or insult him by spitting it out. With a devil-may-care grin at Tiffany, as if to encourage her to take some chances, she gulped it down.

A goofy grin spread over Damon's handsome face. Tiffany frowned theatrically.

"Shit," she said in disgust. "Would you get this shit offa me?" She looked down at the rivers of shiny white jism on her breasts.

"Towels over there," Laura pointed, and Damon grabbed one.

He carefully wiped his cum from Tiffany's face and breasts. "Baby, you could be swallowing that too, like she did," he gestured to Laura with his head. "Good for you, ain't it, Laura. Makes you sexier than ever. Look at how sexy Laura is."

He looked at Laura with a hot, smoldering lust, even though his big, sperm-spouting fuck-engine was now limp and unthreatening. Tiffany glowered at him. Laura finished wiping the cum off her chin too with another towel.

"Maybe you better wait till you can do something about it," she sniffed at him. "Me and Laura gonna fuck our way to heaven now, and you can watch, chump. Come on, Laura... I believe you was interrupted."

She writhed her body seductively, watching Laura's eyes on it. Damon's too. It was a delectable body, small but perfectly proportioned. Damon had spurted his lust all over them both, but Laura's was still at peak level, simmering, filling her with craving for this delicious girl's body.

"Mmmm, I want your pussy," she purred to Tiffany, slipping down again between the girl's silky, black, naked thighs, looking at the red, glimmering slit, wet as ever, succulent and ripe.

Tiffany held it open for her with the fingers of both hands, biting her lower lip as Laura began to tease the wet, shiny black lips with the tip of her tongue. "Pay attention," she gasped, glancing briefly up at Damon, who was taking in every detail.

"Mmmm, what a beautiful little pussy," Laura murmured, now slithering her tongue directly into the fiery center, all buttery with warm fuck juices. "I love your pussy. I love to lick your hot little pussy."

"Unh! Oh!" Tiffany gasped, twisting, trying to hold her hips steady.

In only seconds she had forgotten completely about Damon. Laura knew how to raise the temperature, slowly or fast. This time she struck a happy medium, making Tiffany want to come desperately but not letting her come, teasing her swollen clit now and then just to advance her to the next stage, then pulling her tongue back. She slid both hands under the girl's marvelous hard little buns, squeezing them rhythmically as she began to suck the wet, glistening folds of her sweet young cunt even more passionately.

"Oh god yes now Laura... now!" Tiffany said under her breath.

"You ready?" Laura panted, her lips coated with warm, tangy pussy juice, her hunger for Tiffany's body greater than ever. "I can make you come now? Are you ready?"

"Oh god yes! Yes!"

Her body was undulating instinctively, her hips gyrating, her whole pelvis quivering helplessly in the grip of frantic urges. Her face was torn by sharp need, her eyes bloodshot, imploring Laura, begging her. Oh god, honey, show him how hard you can come, okay? Laura thought, finally sliding two fingers up into Tiffany's copiously flowing pussy, giving her the penetration she craved at the same time that she bent her tongue seriously to the girl's purplish, distended clit.

Here we go... here we go. Give him a show now. Now!

"Unh! Unh! Oh... Jesus!" Tiffany cried out. "Auunngghhhhiiee!"

Her small body lifted itself into the air, shuddering and quaking, and she came in great wrenching shocks, churning and howling as the successive spasms gripped her. Laura forgot all about the neighbors, and even about Damon. Tiffany had never come so hard, at least not in Laura's bed, and even holding onto the girl's beautiful, tossing body was difficult.