Chapter 221

In the parking lot outside the Safeway, where she had stopped to pick up something quick for dinner and to flirt with Tiffany in the bakery, Laura ran into Damon. He was standing by her car.

"Hi. Saw you going in," he smiled. "Thought I'd say hello."

Damon looked at Laura's body like one who had experienced it in the raw and wanted to do so again, a look that somehow made Laura smile and feel all quivery inside. Her encounter with Tiffany and Damon together had been an exciting one for all three, she knew.

"Well then... hello," she said, flirting a little with him too.

"Nice car," he said, indicating Laura's white Camaro.

"Did you come by to pick up Tiffany?" Laura asked, brightly, as if superficially curious.

"I brought her something she forgot. She don't get off until nine."

Damon was very good looking. Laura had known he was good looking, but last time, with Tiffany present, even though they were all three fucking like crazy, she had not let herself dwell in her mind on how good looking he really was. This guy fucked me, she realized. He wants to fuck me again.

"I got some time to kill," Damon grinned. "Want to go have a drink?"

Laura touched her wrist to her forehead wearily. "You know, Damon, I just got off work, and I'm pretty tired. I was just going to go home and... you know, eat."

Damon shrugged. "Okay."

"You could come over for a drink, I guess," she said, tentatively.

His eyes lit up. "I remember the way."

"Okay," Laura said, softly, suddenly filled with misgivings.

You know, she thought, this wouldn't only be Damon cheating on Tiffany. It would be me cheating on her too. Both of us. Together. I know I'm a horny little slut, but that's pretty despicable. And she's stuck at work, while we're in my apartment...

But she said nothing to Damon, except, "See you there."

She realized when she got into her car that her pussy was warm and damp, pulsing faintly with a tiny, growing happiness and expectation. Oh, I don't think I can stop myself! she thought. Tiffany, I hope you never find out. And if you do, I hope you can forgive me. I hope I never have to live without being able to touch your wild little naked body again.

Inside her apartment, Laura went to the kitchen. "I'm having a vodka tonic," she said. "What's for you?"

"That'll be fine."

As she made the drinks, Laura grinned wryly, remembering Eric, how when offered a drink he always declined, saying he didn't want to 'dull the edge, ' meaning, she gathered, make it difficult to get an erection. Damon didn't seem to be worried about that.

And yet, he was every bit the gentleman. He didn't throw himself on her and try to rip off her clothes or anything. He smiled and made polite conversation.

He also, she noticed, didn't drink much of his drink, only sipped it, while Laura had hers down in only a few minutes, feeling the need of a jolt at the end of the day. She also, since Karen, had gone several days with no sex, since her major girlfriends of the moment, Randi and Deshona, were otherwise occupied, causing her great emotional pain and burning jealousy, while both Mavis and Charise were watched like a hawk by their mothers and couldn't get away to Laura's place very often.

There was always Jane, upstairs, and her mother Kendra too. But Jane, though unbelievably hot, was half-crazy, and Kendra was usually scurrying off to a rendezvous with Mister Penis. So Laura had sulked and stewed for days, avoiding Randi at work, not answering the phone at home in case it was Deshona trying to make amends. Deshona had even left her messages on her voice mail, both at home and at work, which Laura had deleted without listening to them. The bitch, Laura thought. How arrogant of her to say she 'just had to tell' me. I hope he fucked her so hard he made her bleed.

Laura hated herself for thinking this way and being this way. And so Damon was really a welcome change to this confused, emotional welter of thoughts and feelings she had been going through. He was cheerful and direct, very handsome, and clearly had plans.

He joined her in the kitchen while she made herself a second drink, leaving his on the end table in the living room. When she turned around, he was right behind her. Gently but firmly, he took the drink from her hand and set it on the counter top.

"I don't want you to get too drunk," he said, looking directly into her eyes.

"Why not?" Laura smiled petulantly. "I might have to be a little drunk to betray Tiffany."

Damon smiled cockily. "It ain't that," he said calmly. "She don't ever have to know."

"Don't you feel guilty? At least a little?"

Damon shook his head, raising one hand to caress Laura's cheek. "You swallowed my cum," he said softly, still looking at her intently, his dark eyes throbbing with the promise of what she was going to get. "No girl ever swallowed my cum."

Oh god, Laura thought. He's in love. But deep inside her pussy she felt a crazy pulsing. She was going to get a love-screwing from this very handsome young man. Most of her found that a very agreeable prospect. Only a part of her was troubled, the part that wanted to protect her relationship with Tiffany, which would never be the same now.

She smiled. "I was trying to show Tiffany how to like it," she said.

Damon shook his head. "I saw the look on your face."

I wonder what look I had on my face, Laura thought as he bent forward to kiss her. She responded with slow, willing sensuality, not over-eager but just enough to let him know that they were heading in the same direction. They kissed very romantically, for a long time, in Laura's kitchen. The fatal kitchen, she thought, where she had kissed others, and where she had even fucked one or two lovely girls, against the refrigerator.

Damon grew bolder, unfastening the buttons on Laura's silk blouse with his fingers as he kissed her smooth, creamy neck, then the flat smooth skin of her upper chest as he pulled her blouse open. Laura usually wore very sexy underwear since she had a lot of it, and she never knew what might happen. It was an indulgence. She loved watching the eyes of the other person-usually a ravishing black girl, of course, but this time a handsome, muscular black man-as her lacy bra and daringly-cut panties came into view.

Damon had not got to the panties yet, but he was dazzled by her bra: black lacy filigree, dipping low, wildly sexy. His eyes grew wider. He let his lips fall to the crevice between her smooth, creamy breasts, a crevice made somewhat deeper than normal by the architecture of the bra itself. He kissed the valley between Laura's breasts.

"You got some beautiful underwear, Laura," he whispered, raising his lips again to hers and kissing her more insistently now.

"I'm glad you like it," she panted softly.

"Mind if I take it off?"

"I... guess I don't mind," she half-smiled.

After all, she thought, I swallowed your cum. How could I mind anything after that?

He reached both hands behind her and carefully, expertly unclasped her bra, removing it also carefully, sliding the thin straps down her arms, folding the bra and setting it next to Laura's glass on the countertop. He looked at her naked breasts and shook his head, as if in awe. Laura knew it couldn't be because they were big, since they weren't.

"These are the most beautiful titties I ever saw," he said, cupping Laura's breasts in his hands. "Not big giant melons... just perfect little titties... perfect. I love these soft nipples."

They weren't going to be soft for long, Laura realized, feeling him brushing his fingers over the sensitive buds, feeling them tingle. "I'm glad you like them," she whispered. "Why don't we go in... to another room where we can relax more?"

A mischievous grin passed over Damon's handsome face. "You want to swallow my cum again?"

Laura realized that the idea wasn't totally repulsive to her. She had done it once. In the heat of the moment, it was a natural thing to do. It was just thinking about it in advance that got to you.

"I might consider it," she grinned at him, taking him by the hand. She glanced down at the magnificent hard lump in his crotch, under his pants. "Can you walk?"

Damon looked down and chuckled. "Might be hard."

"Looks like it is hard."

This tickled him further. "You're right. It is. Ready to fire."

For some reason, this response made Laura's blood leap up and race excitedly through her body. She knew she was just as aroused as he was. Again a fleeting thought came to her, something she had understood briefly in past encounters like this, where she had been alone with someone for the first time, after previously having group sex with the person. Camille, for example.

It was almost as if they had never fucked before since they had shared it with another. But they were exploring one another, alone, for the first time. Damon was hobbling because of his fierce hard-on, and Laura felt sorry for him. Instead of heading directly for the bedroom, she stopped in the living room, by an easy chair. Gently, she pushed him down in the chair and knelt to unzip his fly.

"Ooohhh, I think you are a goddess from heaven," he cooed to her, watching her pull down his pants, his shorts, watching his long, thin, black cock spring up like about ten inches of hard, glossy black pipe, ridged and veined and jumping.

"Put those pretty white titties around my dick, Laura," Damon said, panting softly now too, like Laura was.

"You aren't going to come all over them, are you?" she teased him.

She remembered when Eric had erupted prematurely all over her naked breasts, and how exciting it had been, as Bernice had warned her. As she leaned forward between Damon's yawning thighs and enfolded his long, throbbing dark sausage between her small, perfect breasts, admiring the contrast between his dark, glossy pole and her peerless, peach-hued skin, she let her mind stray quickly to Bernice, whom she had not seen for months. Bernice with her large, hard, gourd-like breasts and jet-black nipples, such a natural, artless girl, so exuberant and relaxed about sex. Laura missed her. Maybe I should give her a call, she thought.

Although Damon's stiff cock was not as long as Marshall's-that incredible, hall-of-fame prodigy-nor nearly as thick, it was still one of the longest she had ever seen, or felt. She held it between her breasts, pushing the firm little globes around it, rubbing it with them, and she realized that she could reach the head of his cock with her mouth at the same time. She began swirling her tongue around the bulging corona at the top of his rigid prick, bathing it in warm spittle and lashing it until she thought Damon might come before she had even sucked it into her mouth.

Damon seemed to think so too. He gasped, his body tense and clenching as he tried to keep his hands on the arms of the chair and not grab Laura's head, forcing her mouth down on his twitching wet cock.

"Shit... Laura, you doing that just right," he panted, gyrating his hips rhythmically to push his stiff cock up and down between her breasts. "Oh... damn that's good! Suck it, baby, suck it."

"You want me to suck it?" Laura smiled up at him, taking the iron-hard stalk in her hand, swishing her tongue over the sensitive, ballooning head of his hard dick.

"Damn right I do!" Damon gasped, grimacing with intense pleasure, watching her every move.

She could tell from the anguished, contorted look of his face that he was about to come. He had a muscular, powerful body, and his thighs were clenching hard, his arms shaking. Laura was getting pretty excited too. She could feel her pussy oozing and throbbing, and the feel of his hot, hard meat between her fingers aroused her terrifically. God, I want him to fuck me! she realized. If I suck him off right now, I'll have to wait.

She wanted to and didn't want to, but Damon was clearly at the breaking point. It only made sense to give in. Slowly, enjoying the pleasurable torment it caused him, she lowered her sensual mouth to the flaring head of his penis and opened her lips just enough to let it slip inside.

"Anngghhh! Oh shit!" he groaned, upthrusting instinctively, pushing his hard cock deeper into her mouth.

She sucked it eagerly but didn't have the chance to pull on it more than two or three times before Damon gave a loud groan, and thick, spurting jets of his warm jism filled Laura's mouth.

"Auuggggnnhhhh!" he growled, crying out louder than many of her girl friends did when they came, his cock slipping from Laura's mouth as his climax caught her by surprise.

Still jerking and spurting, it spewed cum all over Laura's naked breasts. Instinctively, Damon reached for his spurting cock with one hand, rubbing the head of it forcefully into her nipples and squeezing the last creamy drops of semen from it, rubbing them into her skin, which was wet and slimy and glistening with his cum. Gasping, he leaned back, gazing at her, his face blasted by the acute pleasure of this moment, watching her mouth, which still held the cum he had squirted into it.

After all, I did it once, Laura thought. She smiled at him and swallowed it quickly. A look of incredible wonder passed over his face as he watched her do it. Laura knew Tiffany had never even touched his cock with her mouth, while she herself had now swallowed his jism twice. And this time, he had spewed a lot of it, too. She had not remembered him coming this much the first time, though maybe he had.

There seemed to be, in addition to the gobbets she had swallowed, rivers of it streaking her naked breasts.

"Wow... I hope you have some left for my pussy," Laura purred, kissing his long, wilting member as it began to fall, cradling it in her palms and eyeing it worshipfully. "This guy really let it fly that time."

Damon grinned, proud of himself. "All over the walls," he said. "You did that. You made him come that way... so huge. Shit, I thought that stuff was gonna tear my cock off while it was coming out, there was so much of it."

Laura pouted playfully. She realized that he was still wearing his shirt and she her skirt and panties. "Any left for number two?"

"Shit, baby, there's another gallon in there waiting to come out." He took her hand. "Let's go in your bedroom and get started."

"What do you call what we just did?" she teased him as they both finished undressing while heading down Laura's short hallway to her bedroom.

"That was warm-ups, you know? That was getting in the mood."

"Are you going to be upset if I stop by the bathroom to rinse out my mouth? And wipe this lovely stuff off my boobs?"

"Shit no. I want to kiss that mouth again, and I ain't touching it while you got that shit in it. Go ahead," he grinned at her, caressing her beautiful naked ass with one hand as she popped briefly into the bathroom.

She rejoined him in her bedroom, where he had already stripped the bed to only the bottom sheet. His cock was still hanging long and ropey between his thighs, but the mere sight of him standing there beside the large, empty bed, which was stripped for action, made hot prickly sparks spray through Laura's excited pussy. She realized they were going to have a pretty athletic workout here. This guy was young and strong, and he liked to fuck hard.

She pulled him down with her on the mattress, facing him, kissing him, running one hand down to the long, thin, limp sausage in his groin, feeling it pulse and swell in her fingers.

"Are you going to be a little less rough on me this time?" she cooed to him, kissing him very sensually. "You know, you really hurt me with this long pole of yours last time. I saw you fucking Tiffany, and you were very gentle. You never hurt her that way."

"I think I was a little pissed at you for fucking her," he confessed. "Know what I mean? My chick? Being fucked by some beautiful white girl? It sort of got me steamed and pissed, you know?"

"I know."

She did know. She could hardly bear the thought of Randi being fucked by Rhonda. Or Deshona by her ex-husband. She knew how furious it made you.

"Plus... you really made her come hard," Damon said honestly. "I don't think she ever came that hard when I was doing her. That made me double jealous."

Meanwhile, Damon's prick was coming back to life quickly. It grew and swelled and throbbed in her hand, a living, pulsing thing, very long, but thin, not a fat salami like some she had felt. No wonder it feels like a spear when he stabs me with it, she thought.

"Ummm, I'm going to make you come really hard too," she murmured into his ear, following her words with her tongue. "I think he's almost ready to fuck me."

She squeezed his stiffening cock, and Damon's eyes lit up. "You bet he is. He's hungry for that pink pussy. I never had a white girl before you, you know. I think he likes it."

They both looked down at the long black spear, now standing, pointing, jumping. Oh god, Laura thought. It's so long! But she wanted badly to feel it inside of her.

This time she was determined to watch his long black prick entering her pussy and sliding in deep. She had been fucked and raped by black men before-Gerald, Arthur, Marshall-but with the first two it had been violent and mean, and with Marshall, Kendra had been there too, complicating matters, so that Laura never got to enjoy the pure thrill that came from this initial penetration.

Now, lying on her back with her thighs spread as Damon-strong, powerfully-built, his muscles compact and gleaming, his lean, athletic young man's body poised for a hot love-assault on her, his long stiff cock bobbing and twitching-knelt between them, she bit her lower lip and watched him lodge the bulbous head of his black cock in the oozing wet pink groove of her open cunt.