[Nora]
Lunching with some clients at Scott's, a trendy seafood restaurant in
the Embarcadero Center, and one so loud with the yammering of the lunch crowd
that you could barely hear yourself think, Laura spotted, several tables away,
Paula Cooper, also in a group, looking almost sedate, and gorgeous.� She still wore her stylish red plastic framed
glasses that Laura recalled her removing before Laura had kissed her ravenously
in one of the empty apartments she had been showing Laura as a stand-in for
Frankie, who needed to move to the city after the sale of her and her
ex-husband's house.� For several minutes
Paula did not notice her, and so in the interstices of boring business
conversation she could grab quick glances in her direction, feeling herself
quiver inwardly with memories of having devoured the woman's smooth black
swan's neck, as well as the rest of her thrilling long slender black body.� Paula was the real estate agent she had met
while helping Frankie look for an apartment in the city.
Though she and Paula, it had
quickly turned out, were more interested in fucking each other than in
prospective apartments for Frankie.�
Paula finally looked her way�and
did a mild, barely noticeable little double-take when she recognized Laura.� She looked away, almost blushing, or what
would be blushing if she were not so dark.�
Maybe that's one reason I like her so much, Laura reasoned; Laura, me,
the world champion of blushing unexpectedly.�
She gets flummoxed like me.� Paula
was clearly a little flummoxed, but, like Laura, suddenly much more interested
in this across-the-room flirtation than she was in the conversation of her
lunch companions.� She kept looking over
at Laura every few seconds, and smiled back knowingly when Laura smiled at her.
Laura let a few minutes pass, then,
waiting patiently for another moment when Paula glanced over at her, she made
excuses and got up from the table, heading toward the back of the restaurant
where the restrooms were located.� Surreptitiously,
she again looked over at Paula, who nodded almost imperceptibly to acknowledge
that she had got the message.
They met in the small, concealed
corridor leading to the Ladies Room.�
"God, it's great to see you," Laura said to her in a hushed
near-whisper.� "You look great."
This was code for: I'd like to rip off your clothes and fuck
you to the moon right here.�
Paula deciphered Laura's code
quickly and without effort.� "You too,"
she grinned, flashing the same sexual semaphore at Laura with her dark,
flashing eyes.� "You never called me."
"Oh, out with the accusations
already," Laura teased her.�
"Couldn't.� Married, you
know."� She waggled her gold-ringed
finger in front of Paula's face.
Of course Paula already knew that
Laura was married.� She herself had a live-in
'partner.'� Or had had one at the
time.� Part of the relish of their
earlier encounter was derived from the guilt of cheating, and they had both
enjoyed it to the fullest.
"Not me," Paula said in a clipped
manner, as if just to be informative.�
"We split.� Caught her screwing a
secretary.� Actually . . . three
secretaries.� One more than I could
stomach."� She smiled.� Rather, beamed.
"You don't look too broken up over
it," Laura said, grinning.
"Forget her.� Now I can try to break up your marriage."
"Good luck with that," Laura sniped.� "But I would . . . like to . . . see
you."� She paused appropriately to let
the 'see you' sink in.� You know what I
mean, you hot thing.� She let her eyes
briefly sweep up and down Paula's body, a long trip, since Paula was tall.
"Not tonight, Josephine," Paula
cracked.� "You see those people at my
table?� They're about to sign a deal for
one of those two million dollar condos in that new One Rincon Hill building.� You know, the tall silvery one by the Bay
Bridge."
I happen to know someone who
already owns one there, Laura wanted to tell her and brag a little about her
rich girl paramour.� But she
refrained.� She fucked my ears off last
week, just like you want to do.� "Running
with the rich folks now?" she said to Paula instead.
"It's all business."� Her eyes sparkled devilishly.� "I ain't doing bad,
though, now that you mention it.� I'll
get a big commission."
"Mmmmm.� Champagne to celebrate?� Call me?"�
She slipped Paula her business card.
"What will Ms. Bell think?"
This was a reference to Frankie,
through whom Laura and Paula had met.�
Paula then and now had seemed confused about Laura's wife and Laura's
friend Frankie, which was which.�
"Frankie?" Laura smiled.� "She would wish me luck, I hope.� But she works so hard she'll never even
know.� She and I haven't even . . . seen
each other . . . in about two months.�
Work and sleep, that's Frankie."
"Poor thing.� Maybe we should invite her to our champagne
party."
"Are you kidding."� Laura, after looking around to make sure they
were alone, leaned forward to peck her on her impossibly velvety black
cheek.� "I'm not sharing you with
anybody!� You're mine."
This made Paula almost blush
again.� "I'll call you."
"You better."
"I will."
But she didn't.� Laura expected a call in the next few days,
but when it didn't come the thought of Paula moved to the back of her
mind.� The sheik from Dubai who had
flirted with acquiring her company had disappeared, or turned to other playthings,
but there were still interested parties, from corporate raiders to flamboyant
billionaires; and neither she nor her fellow workers were given much time to
sigh in relief that yet another acquisition feeler had died in a welter of
anxious rumor and innuendo.�
On top of that, her weekly Thursday
nights at the Suicide Hotline were beginning to weigh her down, especially
since Brenda, who had got her involved with it in the first place, had taken
some time off to tend to her terminally ill mother.� No matter how depressing Thursday nights
were, Laura had got into the habit of knowing that at the end of each one she
and Brenda would drown their mild depression in an exuberant hour of hot
fucking.� Now, though she was ashamed of
herself for mourning its loss, not even that was available to console her.
It was on such a night, while she
was still fielding calls from the near-terminally depressed, that she got a
call on her cell phone from Paula.�
Finally.�
"I can't talk to you right now,"
she whispered.� "Very busy."
"Oh?� With somebody important?" Paula
half-teased.� "Somebody who wouldn't like
to know who this is?"
"I'll tell you all about it . . .
later."
"I wouldn't dream of interrupting
you," Paula said acidly.
"Don't hang up!� I just can't explain.� Right now."�
Then she shrugged and explained anyway, briefly, since there was an
abused teenaged girl on the Suicide line, who maybe was flirting with
self-violence or maybe wasn't.� It was frequently
hard to tell.� "I'm a volunteer," she
told Paula.� "Suicide Hotline.� I've got to talk to this person.� She needs my ear.� And my sympathy.� Sorry.�
Let me call you back in an hour."
Paula seemed somewhat shocked and
chastened.� "Oh . . . Laura.� Sorry.�
I had no idea you�"
"You don't have to apologize.� I just . . . I've got to talk to her.� She might hurt herself."
"Go right ahead.� Don't mind me.� Just call me when you get the chance.� I'm so . . . proud of you.� Go ahead.�
Save her.� Call me later."
"I will."
Of course, Laura reflected, you
never knew if you 'saved her.'� Or him, as
the case might be.� You talked, gently,
reasonably, sometimes it seemed for hours, trying to coax them away from
self-harm.� Usually the conversations
ended well, as well as you could expect, with, one hoped, a broader perspective
on life being shared.� But Laura knew
just talking them out of it once was no cheap cure.� You didn't know what they would face when
they hung up the phone.
These notions were certainly not
compatible with scintillating sex, but she managed them as well as possible in
order to get some sleep that night and to get through one more day at
work.� She had not even thought to look
yet toward the weekend, though Makeeda would be out of town, appearing at a
jazz cabaret in Milwaukee.� Finally
feeling a little better on Saturday afternoon, she phoned Paula.
"Did you keep her from killing
herself?" Paula asked immediately.
"How do I know?" Laura snapped,
then felt guilty for snapping.�
"Sorry.� I didn't mean to seem
sharp."
"No problem.� I think you're a saint for voluntarily
undergoing such stress.� I could never do
it."
"You never know until you try,"
Laura sighed.�
As they talked, she pictured Paula
naked, the way she had looked the first and only time they had fucked.� Paula�handcuffed, at her request, writhing,
her long, sleek, black body gleaming and straining, her pretty little breasts
and large dark nipples shimmying as she climaxed, her face contorted by the
excruciating spasm of a wrenching orgasm.�
Oh god, I want some of that! she realized.
"The sound of your voice makes me
horny," she said, more or less blurting it out, with no attempt to soften the
issue.
"In that case," Paula said, amused,
"let me give you my new address."� This
was not the apartment she had previously shared with her now-estranged or
severed 'partner,' whom Laura had never met.�
But she and Paula had fucked, heatedly, and speedily, during a lunch
hour, in that apartment.� "How long will
it take you to get here?" Paula asked.
Her new apartment was in the
Marina, though thankfully not near the house formerly occupied by Nyomi and her
daughter Alana.� That might have brought
back too many memories.� "I think I can
get there in . . ." she looked at her watch.�
"About five minutes.� Just
kidding.� Maybe half an hour, depending
on the bridge traffic."
"See you then.� I've got champagne and caviar."
"Don't bother.� I'm a working class sort of girl.� Beer and pretzels are fine."
Laura packed her little
valise.� In went the Double
Penetrator.� In went the short-handled
riding crop.� In went the velvet
rope.� She didn't mean to presume, but at
the start of the only time they had ever fucked, Paula had asked Laura to
handcuff her.� And when Laura had
demurred, objecting 'You don't even know me,' Paula had quickly and firmly
said, 'I know you.'� She didn't seem like
one of those sinister, kinky devils who would tie you to the bed and flay you
with twisted passion, but you never could tell.�
She definitely went in for at least a little of the rough stuff, and
depending on the extent and depth of it, Laura was not inclined to turn away.
In fact, it made her blood sizzle
just contemplating it.� Even more so when
Paula met her at the door wearing a purple velour lounging suit that for some
reason seemed to invite sensuality and a veiled, elegant sexual
invitation.� Laura knew what was under
the suit, that silky lean black body that made her lust swell and thump with
hot urgency.� And those stylish
red-framed glasses, that made her look both studious and hot.� Like a prim librarian with a fire burning
down below.
"Well, hello, Laura."� Paula smiled seductively.� "Please come in."
But Laura was no sooner past the
doorjamb than she realized there was someone else in the house.� A ravishing Hispanic-looking woman appeared
from around the corner where she had been in the living room.� She was a little shorter than Paula, who was
tall; the new woman about Laura's height, with a large cloud of black hair
falling to her shoulders, sharp, beautiful features, and an altogether stunning
body, much more curvaceous than the thin Paula, with jutting breasts and
swelling hips and tiny waist.� Laura
tried to take all this in without being too apparent about it, but the woman
clearly saw her looking, and clearly was used to it, and clearly enjoyed it.
Paula too was amused.� "This is Nora . . . Nora Marquez.� My . . . how shall we put it?� Ex.�
Ex-partner.� You remember.� I told you she worked for the Chamber of
Commerce?"
If she's your ex, what is she doing
here? Laura wanted to ask but refrained.�
Don't tell me, I'll bet I can guess.
But this, she realized, changed the
atmosphere completely.� She had come for
a tryst with Paula.� True, they barely
knew one another, but they had fucked once, and it had been a thrilling, though
brief, encounter.� Laura had been looking
forward to expanding and enriching their initial connection, and she had
figured that Paula felt the same.� Yet
here was the unexpected and gorgeous Nora Marquez, 'my ex,' to completely
change the tone and alter the scenario.�
It wasn't that Laura shied away from a threesome; but she couldn't deny
that she was made a little uncomfortable by the change in the direction of this
evening.
"Pleased to meet you, Nora," she
smiled sweetly, taking Nora's extended hand gracefully.�
"Hi, Laura.� Paula told me about you."
Oh god, really? Laura wanted to
ask.� What did she tell you?� "All good, I hope," she said, feigning
embarrassment.
She told you I handcuffed her and
fucked her?� Both at her request?� Come on, now.�
She didn't.� Did she?
These thoughts made her look down
clumsily at her valise, feeling suddenly exposed, caught, revealed as a
criminal pervert, arriving for a tryst with a bag full of sex toys.� It was almost enough to make her blush except
that Paula, sensing Laura's discomfort, immediately steered her by the elbow
past Nora and into the living room.
"Wine?" she asked.� "Something stronger?� Vodka?�
Rum?"
Rum? Laura grimaced.� Perish the thought.� "Vodka would be great."
In several more minutes they were
sitting around the glass coffee table like old chums, drinking and smiling and
chatting amiably.� The only thing that
continued to give Laura a mild discomfort was that Nora wore a bathrobe with,
apparently, nothing on beneath it.� As if
she and Paula had just come from a steamy session in the bedroom, though of course
Paula had pulled on a lounging outfit.�
Nora had not bothered.�
Come to think of it, she even had,
Laura noticed, a lazy, sensual, come hither look, as if to say: I know what you're thinking.� You didn't expect this.� If you want to flee, you'd better do it now.
Also, the more Nora squirmed in her
seat in the easy chair across from the sofa where Paula and Laura were sitting,
the more the lapels of her bathrobe slipped open.� Her robe was fluffy and white and reminded
Laura of the fluffy yellow one LaVonda had always
worn, the one Laura had loved taking off her amazing statuesque body.� Nora was not built like LaVonda,
not what one would called voluptuous, but she was very well formed, with
especially hard, jutting breasts, so difficult to miss as they pushed against
the fabric of her robe.� Laura found
herself staring and realized that Nora was watching her stare.
And yet Laura had come here to have
sex with Paula, not Nora.� Paula had,
compared to Nora, and even to Laura, no breasts; or at least only small,
delectable swellings capped by large soft and puffy black areolas that Laura's
mouth could remember with salivating relish.�
But when you glanced down at her chest you saw nothing.� She might as well be flat-chested, though
Laura knew different.� But the rest of
her was delicious.� The purple velour of
her lounging suit somehow made her dark skin glow with a rich contrasting
sheen, and Laura wanted to skim her lips all over every visible portion of it,
especially her long black swan's neck.� She
wanted to rip off those prim glasses and fuck her so hard that she winced and
whimpered and groaned through a fierce climax, as she had earlier done during
their lunchtime tryst.
Paula must have seen Laura's eyes
smoking, for she seemed to realize they were getting nowhere fast, and
something had to be done to jump start the proceedings.� She took off her glasses and placed them on
the coffee table next to her drink.�
Laura gulped.� There could be no
clearer indication that the decks were being cleared for action.� Nora smiled.�
She squirmed even more, and her bathrobe lapels finally gave way to the
laws of physics and gaped open completely, as her sash came loose, exposing
most but not yet all of her marvelous jutting naked breasts.� Her large brown nipples were excited, and the
centers pushed up about half an inch.�
Laura realized she was licking her lips, and both women were watching
her do it.
"Mmmm . .
. sorry," she stammered, blushing a little.
"Don't be sorry," Paula said,
amused.� "She makes me salivate too."
Nora was even more amused.� "You two are so pathetic.� You'd think you never saw a woman's titties before."
With that, she pulled her robe
completely open and shrugged it off her shoulders so that the top part of it
fell in a crumpled heap around her hips on the easy chair.� This movement of course made her very firm
and upswept breasts jiggle and sway, and Laura realized that she herself was
becoming wildly aroused.� Nora had rich,
tawny, wheat-colored skin and her upper body was smooth and beautifully
formed.� Straight clavicles.� Deep cleavage.� Small waist.�
Gasp.� She grinned slyly at Laura.
Then she cradled her naked breasts
in her palms and ran her thumbs across the stiff, thick centers of her nipples,
looking down almost proudly as she did it, then glancing up at Paula and
Laura.� "Maybe you two would like a
taste?"
It was at this point that Laura
noticed Nora had a slight cast to her left eye, not at all dramatic, but
clearly the eye was off-center and tilted slightly toward her ear, which gave
her somehow a mysterious and hyper-sexual aura, as if she were beckoning you
and challenging you at the same time: Come
and fuck me, if you dare.
She looked over at Paula, who also
seemed to be pretty aroused, her dark eyes pulsing with sexual excitement.� Then she looked back at Nora, whose lips were
now parted suggestively, and who was now twisting and pinching her large,
swelling nipples.� "Why don't you . . .
come over here," she smiled, indicating the space on the sofa between her and
Paula.� "There's more room over here."
Slowly, letting both Paula and
Laura take in the magnificence of her naked body, Nora stood up and moved
around the coffee table toward them.� She
paused next to Laura's knees.� "I think I
might be getting myself into a little trouble here.� You two look like you could . . . hurt a
girl, if she wasn't careful."
Laura smiled at Paula, who looked
hypnotized by the sensual beauty of her ex-lover.� No wonder, she thought.� I don't know why they're 'ex,' but it's clear
they don't have any trouble ringing each other's chimes.� And I can't say it's a puzzle to me,
either.� God, what a beautiful woman!
She moved her knees to the side a
little to let Nora pass and sit between them.�
"I think we can take care not to hurt you," Paula murmured as she and
Laura both began stroking and kissing Nora's naked body with barely controlled
hunger.� "What do you think, Laura?"
But Laura couldn't answer her.� She already had a mouthful of Nora's breast
and was eagerly trying to swallow the woman's thick, bulbous, brown nipple,
pinching it between her tongue the roof of her mouth, making Nora wince and
emit little squeaking noises from her throat.
"Oh . . . shit!" Nora gasped.
Laura smiled up at her without
releasing her nipple from her mouth.� She
gave it another hard suck and watched Nora's eyes roll up.� Paula, viewing all this, gave Laura a sly
smile and immediately siphoned up Nora's other breast with her mouth, sucking
and gnawing her nipple, so that both she and Laura were quickly mouth-mauling
and gorging on Nora's stiff nipples until Nora was squirming and whimpering
with ever-increasing excitement.�
"Unhhh!� Oh!� Unhhh!� Oh shit!� Unnnuunnn!" she
gasped, twisting and looking down at the two women devouring her breasts.
In the middle of doing it, Laura
and Paula stopped long enough to meet between Nora's saliva-wet breasts for a
hungry kiss of their own, which threatened quickly to boil over into sweet
mouth-rape.� Their tongues stabbed and
coiled together, and Laura realized that hot three-way fucking was going to
break out momentarily right here on the couch if they didn't move to some place
more comfortable.
Paula, eyes afire, mouth hungrily
savaging Laura's, seemed to realize the same thing.� "C'mon," she panted, sitting up, pulling Nora
up with both hands.� "Let's take you into
the bedroom and do you right."
Nora, whose own dark brown eyes
were pulsing and electric with sexual need, nodded and let both Laura and Paula
pull her naked body up off the sofa.�
Paula led the way, and several seconds later they were in her bedroom,
hurriedly disrobing.� Paula ripped down
the bed coverings, exposing the bottom sheet, and Nora crawled onto it to await
their continuing attentions.� Knowing how
aroused they both were by her body, she writhed and posed like a cat, cupping
and twisting her naked breasts, tweaking her large brown nipples, running two
fingers up and down in her crotch, parting her glistening wet cunt lips and
sliding her fingers into the hot wet pink furrow.
"If you two don't hurry . . ." she
panted, twisting and squirming, "I'm going to come just from watching you
undress."
Laura, glancing over at Paula
hastily slipping out of her lounging suit, could sympathize with this
feeling.� The naked Nora, stretched out
and writhing on the bed, was devastatingly sexy and alluring, but Laura had
fucked the delicious Paula once already, and had in fact come here tonight to
do it again.� The woman's body, gradually
revealed as she stripped off her clothing, made her seethe with fresh lust. �
Paula was long, long, long; tall,
svelte, very dark, with willowy dark legs and a midriff that had to be over two
feet in length, all that delicious taut flesh and dark skin to nuzzle and kiss
and lick.� Her tiny breasts, swellings
really, were capped by large black chocolate macaroon nipples that made Laura's
mouth water, and her ass, so substantial for a very lean woman, was high and
round and amazing.� Laura had bitten it,
passion-biting chunks of delicious butt cheeks while overdosing on the sweet aroma
of Paula's wet, aroused pussy; and she was determined to bite it again.
While she also wanted to fuck Nora,
she in truth barely knew her, whereas Paula was the true magnet of her lust
here.� Still, they were both naked now,
on the bed, awaiting her.� She carefully
stripped off her lacy underwear and neatly piled it on top of the rest of her
clothes on a nearby chair, then joined them.�
"Finally!" Nora breathed with a
sexual sigh as Paula and Laura quickly pinned her naked body between them and
began to kiss and caress her with renewed passion.
Laura, being the stranger here,
said not a word, though she realized her mouth was too busy to speak
anyway.� She was, as always, hyper oral,
and she hungrily kissed and sucked every part of Nora's lovely wheat-colored
body that her mouth would reach.� It was
Paula who murmured constantly to her: how they were going to fuck her and tear
her lovely body to pieces with sexual hunger, and and
and . . .
"I'll teach you to run away from me
with those little tarts . . ." she murmured to Nora while squeezing and sucking
her substantial breasts, then sharing them with Laura, who would not be
denied.� Laura sucked one thick, erect
brown nipple deep into her mouth while listening to Paula go on and on.� "And we're going to screw the holy hell out
of you, my darling, Laura and me, aren't we Laura.� We're going to curl your toes.� I'm going to get the strap-on right now."� She looked up at Laura from where she was
crouched between Nora's spread thighs, licking and sucking the woman's pretty
dark brown pussy.� Laura could see the
slick wet pink inner sleeve where Paula had been sticking her tongue.� "Did you bring one, Laura?"
I'm afraid I brought everything, darling, Laura smiled and
nodded.� I thought we were going to be alone.� Just you and me.� But . . . hell, I'm ready for anything.� And I must say your 'ex' is a gorgeous hunk
of woman.
"I did," she winked.� "Be right back."
She popped off the bed and back
down the hall for a moment to grab her small valise, which she had deposited on
a spare chair when she entered the house.�
There were, she gathered, the undercurrents of a revenge fuck here, and
she didn't exactly know how to respond, or what her role would be.� Apparently, Paula was still angry over Nora's
infidelities, which were clearly the reason for their split.� She was looking for payback of a sort, and
had roped Laura into helping.� And yet .
. . Nora was amazingly beautiful, and Laura would have wanted to fuck her under
any circumstances.� So how could she back
out now?
Her excitement was heightened even
more when, though it had only taken her thirty seconds or so to retrieve the
valise from the living room, she returned to the bedroom to find Nora on her
knees and Paula behind her, thrusting a strap-on dildo as deep into her pussy
as it would go.
"Awwonnggg!"
Nora howled just as Laura re-entered the room, a contorted wince of fierce
pleasure passing over her very beautiful face.
"You started without me," she
half-chuckled, quickly extricating her own seven-inch dildo from the valise and
slipping into the harness.
Paula grinned, glancing over at
her.� "You'd better hurry or you'll miss
the fun.� She's like you, she goes off
like a rocket once you light the fire."
"Unmmphh!� Unggphmmff!" Nora
grunted again, wincing again, as Paula began to fuck her more roughly.�
When Laura joined them on the bed
it was clear that some rearranging of bodies had to occur.� "Are we going to both do her at the same
time?" Laura asked, plausibly, since Paula and Nora seemed to be already in the
middle of a successful merger.�
There was even some mild feeling of
exclusion on Laura's part, since these two were former lovers and presumably
long-time partners who knew how to fuck each other well, and needed no fresh
body to increase their pleasure.� And
yet, though she was being fuck-pummeled by Paula, and was intermittently
wincing and groaning, Nora smiled up at Laura as if to say: If you don't get it
in me quick I'm going to be very
disappointed.
"Please . . . Laura . . . ungghhh!� Owwnncchh!"� Her head
whipped around so that she could glare at Paula.� "Do you have to do it so hard?"
Paula was panting pretty rapidly
herself by now from the exertion of roughly fucking her former lover.� She smiled slyly.� "It's what you deserve."
Laura was at a loss what to do,
poised on her knees next to them, the obscene dildo jutting out from her groin
and bobbing each time the mattress sagged due to Paula's vigorous
thrusting.� Finally, she noticed Laura waiting
there.�
"Get underneath and fuck her
pussy," she panted.� "I'll fuck her in
the ass."� Then, to Nora: "We're going to
DP the holy shit out of you, honey.�
You're going to wish you never met either one of those girls."
Ah, revenge fucking! Laura
reflected, with a kind of morose arousal.�
She had done it herself in the past.�
And had it done to her.� It was
certainly a mixed pleasure.� The sex
could be smoking hot, but the feelings were often a complex brew of shame,
cruelty, guilt, frank sadism, and regret.�
But as for the present situation, she could hardly back out at this
point.�
Quickly, and adroitly, she slipped
under Nora's body and guided her own dildo into the woman's pussy, which had
just been vacated by Paula's.� Nora's
whole lovely body clenched briefly, and she gave a soft groan, as Paula forced
her strap-on dildo into the woman's asshole, after first widening it a little
with her fingers.�
"Anngghh!"
Nora groaned, throwing her head back, her eyes tightly shut, her lips parted,
her lovely full breasts dangling in Laura's face.
Laura, always an oral maniac, could
not refrain from grabbing the luscious dangling globes with both hands and
mouth-mauling them passionately.� Nora's
thick brown nipples were erect with excitement and now wet and shiny with
Laura's saliva as she tongue-lashed them and sucked them ravenously.
"Unnnn .
. . unnnn . . ." Nora gasped and grunted softly, each
gasp punctuated again by a grunt as Paula impaled her ass again on the strap-on
dildo.� "Ungghh!� Anngghh!"
And now Laura was fucking her too,
in her pussy, and the gentle, relentless rhythm she had momentarily interrupted
was entirely replaced by a more urgent and athletic motion as the three of them
now began hurtling toward the finish line.�
Laura gyrated her hips vigorously, ramming her own strap-on dildo deep
up into Nora's cunt, while Paula on top began accelerating her pace until she
was really ripping into Nora's ass sharply with each pile-driving thrust,
driving Nora's body down into Laura, who was now digging her fingers into the
smooth, jouncy flesh of Nora's asscheeks
as she lunged upward with the dildo into Nora's tight pussy.
Through the gaps in her awareness
that briefly opened up in the midst of this sudden hurricane of rough fucking
Laura found herself marveling at Paula's wicked enthusiasm.� After all, they had only fucked once, in a
brief noon hour interlude that had to be hasty, though it had been very
hot.� But Paula at that time had
displayed no rough edges at all and instead had asked Laura to handcuff and
fuck her, being quite willing, it
seemed, to take the passive role.� She
was anything but passive now, ass-fucking her ex-girlfriend with almost awesome
vigor, and spite, impaling Nora again and again on the dildo, while underneath
Nora's squirming body Laura did her best just to keep up.
But all this hammer-fucking quickly
took its toll on Nora, who after a relentless spearing from both of them was
drawing closer and closer to a climax.�
It was, Laura could tell, only a few brief seconds away.�
"Aungghh!� Oh . . . shit!� Unngghh!� Mnnnggg!� Owwwnncchh!� Aunnggh!" she
groaned and gasped as her body began to seize up with fierce spasms of
wrenching pleasure.� And then it was
there.� "AAUUNNGGHHH!� MNNGGEEEE!" she suddenly shrieked, falling
forward onto Laura, nearly crushing her, but also writhing and wriggling wildly
as the thunderbolts of ecstasy pierced her flexing muscles.
One never knew exactly how long
these paroxysms lasted, but after several seconds or minutes of hot squirming,
with the shuddering Nora pinned between her and Paula, Laura felt the other two
moving less, and realized that the weight of two bodies now pressed down on
her, since she was on the bottom.� Nora
was still panting and gasping, though not as rapidly now, and Paula was only
now getting her own breath back.
Slowly, the peeled their bodies
apart, and Laura and Paula removed the thick, wet shafts from Nora's ass and
pussy.� Nora gasped sharply again as she
felt them sliding out.
"Ahhhhh!"� She winced, then smiled at Laura, and
pointedly did not smile at Paula.
Laura, not knowing what to say, or
what might come next, smiled back noncommittally.� "Well, now that Paula has got her revenge,
maybe we can all three of us have a little fun together," she said, slyly.
"That wasn't fun?" Paula
cracked.� "Looked like you were having
fun to me."
Nora, however, ignored her and
moved instead toward Laura.� She kissed
Laura's cheek, then her neck and shoulder, raising one hand up to Laura's
breasts and caressing them, tweaking Laura's aroused nipples with her thumbs
and forefingers.� "Maybe you and I should
have some fun, since she wants to be such a bitch."
Laura, only momentarily befuddled,
quickly responded by embracing her and coiling together with her while Nora
began to tongue and suck one of her breasts passionately.� They squirmed and writhed on the bed only
inches away from Paula, who watched them as if amazed, before she too joined
in.� Laura had come here to fuck with
her, Paula, of course, and was delighted finally to feel Paula's long, sleek,
smooth black body rubbing everywhere against her from behind, she undulating
and panting as Paula's arms encircled her body and Paula's hands flittered up
and down from her breasts, to her crotch and back, while Nora kept sucking her,
switching from one throbbing nipple to the other and back again, until Laura
was, she realized from hearing herself, mewling and gurgling softly, feeling
her whole body come alive under their ardent caresses.
"Excuse me, ladies, I'm washing
this off," she suddenly heard Paula say soft.�
"Be right back.� Don't start
without me."
And Paula was off the bed, darting
into the adjoining bathroom to scrub clean the dildo she had just been shoving
up her former lover's ass.� In her
absence Laura and Nora began kissing and groping even more seriously, savaging
each other's mouth with incendiary hunger and hand-fucking each other's soupy
wet pussy, until both were squirming wildly, and panting crazily, by the time
Paula rejoined them with a clean, disinfected dildo.
For a few more minutes the three of
them slithered sensually together, while Laura and Nora continued kissing
hungrily, sloppily, roughly, thoroughly.�
Paula was still behind Laura, her long body and small breasts pressing
into Laura's naked back, the large, thick bulbs of her nipples pushing into
Laura's overheated flesh.� Laura still
had fixed in place the strap-on she had earlier been fucking Nora with, and as
though it were planned that way, she and Nora managed between them to impale
Nora on it again, as Laura glanced down and saw the shaft disappearing into the
woman's splayed dark-lipped pussy.
At nearly the same instant she
realized that Paula, behind her, was slipping the strap-on dildo that she had
re-armed herself with upon returning from the bathroom�where she had cleaned
it�into Laura's pussy from behind.� So
that now Laura was facing Nora, fucking her again with the strap-on, while
Paula, pressing against Laura's back, was fucking Laura with her own
strap-on.�
"Oh . . . shit!" Laura gasped with
feverish excitement, never having been in quite this position before, and
quickly feeling her sexual temperature skyrocket as the three of them began
thrusting and writhing maniacally.� "Oh
god . . . yes!� Ungghh!"
"Mnngg!� Oh!� Ungghh!" Nora gasped, still trying to kiss Laura but not
succeeding in the maelstrom of hot thrashing that their three surging bodies
had suddenly become.
Even though it was wildly exciting,
she knew it wasn't going to last. Maybe Nora would take a while to climax again,
since she had just done it minutes ago; but Laura knew it wouldn't take her,
Laura, much longer.� She was already
fiercely aroused, and the feel of Paula's lean, supple body rubbing against her
back, and Paula's groin slamming into her ass repeatedly as Paula rammed the
dildo into her pussy, was enough to make her whimper and wail in anticipation
of a sharp and wrenching orgasm.
She did not have very long to
wait.� Paula was a more vigorous and
enthusiastic aggressor than she would have imagined her to be, and soon she was
jabbing the dildo deep into Laura's pussy as she too knew Laura was about to
come.
"Unghh!� Awwoonngggg!� Ummnngghh!" Laura
groaned, writhing and doing her best to fuck Nora hard too at the same time
that she herself was being pierced and pummeled from behind, her pussy crammed
and split by the hard rubberized dildo that Paula was wielding.� "Auunggghhh!� Oh . . . shit!"
And then it was there.� Her body just exploded with incandescent
pleasure, a huge, throbbing bomb of coming.�
It was so crushing that for a moment she could not even breathe, or make
a sound.� Then the moans escaped from her
throat.
"Ohhnnnn!� Aiiinngghiieee!� Oh!�
Oh!� Awwonnggg!"
For Paula kept pumping her almost
viciously throughout her wrenching climax.�
And in the middle of it, Nora began to come again too.� Laura, barely conscious through the firestorm
of her own orgasm, felt Nora's stiffening body flipping and surging, and heard
her frantic, piercing cries, as she moaned into Laura's neck.
"Mmnnnggeeee!�� Mmmnnggeeee!"
It took several minutes for both
Laura and Nora to stop clenching and shuddering, as the aftershocks of their
thrilling orgasms continued to ripple through their bodies.� Even Paula was still panting, though her
breathing returned to normal fairly quickly.�
She withdrew the long, thick dildo from Laura's pussy and let the two
them, still clinging together from the firestorm of fucking they had just
endured, to recover without her.� In
fact, as she gradually returned to her senses, Laura thought she could hear the
water running again in the adjacent bathroom, indicating that Paula was again
cleaning the strap-on dildo in preparation for round three.
Laura's eyes blinked open and she
saw Nora, whose face was still only inches from hers, staring at her, then
grinning.� Thank you, she made the words with her lips in exaggerated fashion,
without actually speaking.
You're
welcome, Laura smiled back, also mouthing the words.� It was as if they had a hot mental connection
that since Paula had just rough-fucked each of them, they were about to return
the favor and could hardly wait.�
Especially Laura, who had come here specifically to have sex with Paula
anyway, and was certainly eager to get on with it.� Even though Nora Marquez had, strictly
speaking, the most beautiful body of the three of them, it was Paula's long,
lean, glossy black body Laura craved; and she now meant to have her fill of it.
Paula returned to the bed, holding
the now-clean strap-on dildo and harness in one hand, with a little smirk on
her pretty mouth.� "Well . . . I guess
you two are way ahead," she purred in a soft, throaty voice.
Laura reached out for her free
hand, drawing her down on the sheet with them.�
"I guess we can take care of that," she purred back, instantly enfolding
the long, luscious creature in her arms and kissing whatever part of Paula's
lean body her lips came in contact with.
Nora watched them.� Laura was of two minds about whether or not
to worry about including her but finally decided not to let Nora interfere with
her getting her fill of this woman's splendid long slender divinely black body,
which she meant to inhale.� This seemed,
momentarily at least, to suit Nora just fine; she had climaxed twice during the
recent hot little tussle, and seemed content to let Laura have her way with
Paula, while she herself just watched and enjoyed.
But she's not enjoying it as much
as I am, Laura thought, stroking Paula's taut, silky flesh everywhere,
mouth-mauling her large, gleaming �black
nipples, dipping one hand between Paula's firm thighs to find her wet furrow
and penetrate it with two eager fingers.�
"I have been so wanting to fuck you for ages," she breathed into Paula's
pretty ear, squeezing her ass, rubbing her swollen clit with the palm of one
hand.
Paula was already panting and
writhing.�� She knew it was her turn and
was determined to get her fill of this.�
"The handcuffs!" she panted to Laura.
Why she wanted the handcuffs was a
puzzle to Laura.� Here she was, in a
perfervid state of seething sexual arousal, about to get aggressively fucked by
at least one of the other people present (me! Laura thought), and possibly the
other one too, and quickly brought to a cataclysmic seizure of hot coming, and
she wanted to pause while Laura found the handcuffs and locked her wrists
together.� And yet, when they had done
this before, she and Laura, their first and only time, Paula had also insisted
on the handcuffs.� When Laura had
protested "You barely know me," she had panted, with fiery need in her eyes, "I
know you!"
And, admittedly, after Laura handcuffed
her she had climaxed rapidly and wrenchingly.�
Nora, stretched out beside them, watching, observed Laura's brief
puzzlement.� She smiled.� "She'll come like crazy if you do it.� The handcuffs."� Her eyes drifted across the room to the
dressing table, where Laura's eyes quickly saw a pair of handcuffs lying there,
ready for use.� No doubt the same ones
she had used on Paula the first time.
She lost no time slipping off the
bed, grabbing them, returning, clicking them into place on Paula's outstretched
wrists.� If handcuffs make you come,
honey, who am I to refuse?
Paula was leaning forward, now
propped on her forearms, her long beautiful back sloping up to her upraised
buttocks, swelling black moons, a beautiful ass for a long, thin girl.� And Laura was all over it, unleashing the
full extent of her oral mania on these beautiful gleaming black moons, nipping
and sucking the silky firm flesh, and running her tongue up and down the deep
crack between them, then down again and into the wet, dark pink furrow of
Paula's gaping pussy.
Her fingers followed her tongue,
two of them, bring a hot little yelp from Paula's
throat.�� "Unnohnngg!"
Her fine lean body twitched a
little, and she bit her lower lip.� Laura
fucked her pussy a little with her two fingers, now copiously lubricated with
Paula's flowing cunt liquors, and slithered her tongue back up the secret crack
to her asshole, probing with the tip of it, forcing her way inside.�
Paula, apparently not expecting it,
clenched, and groaned softly.� "Unnnaaonngg!� Oh . .
. shit!"
During the time, the only time,
they had fucked before, during the lunch hour when Laura had been checking out
apartments for Frankie, they had been in such a hurry that there had been no
time for refinements.� Apart from the
handcuffs, they had gone at it fast and furious, groping and stroking and
sucking and quickly climaxing, before hurriedly dressing and scurrying back to
work.�
And so Laura's tongue wriggling
into her rectum while Laura's two fingers rapidly fucked her tight, hot,
flooding pussy was almost more than Paula could have believed was coming.� She made an effort to glance back over her
shoulder at Laura but was too overcome by sharp sexual sensations to carry it
off, grimacing and wincing with intense pleasure instead as Laura turned up the
heat.
She didn't think it would be quick,
but she figured it was a sure bet Paula would climax this way, and a whopper it
would be.� Already Nora, enticed by the
sensual excitement Laura and Paula were generating, as Laura continued
passionately tongue-fucking Paula's asshole while slowly, rhythmically finger-fucking
her wet, slippery pussy, Nora was sliding on her back under the upper part of
Paula's body to get her hands and mouth on Paula's small, dangling breasts and
swollen black nipples, squeezing and sucking them happily while Laura
relentlessly brought the panting, quivering woman closer and closer to a
hammering orgasm.
"Ohhnnnn
god!" Paula whimpered, now rhythmically grinding her entire pelvis back in
swirls into Laura's face and hand.� "Oh .
. . oh shit!� Unnnmmgggg!� Oh!� Annnhh!"
Patiently, Laura stuck to her
rhythm.� She could feel little pinches on
her tongue as Paula's rectum clenched instinctively in response to the sexual
twinges Laura was arousing in her body.�
"Oh yes, baby!" Laura purred to
her.� "Give it up for me.� Come home to Mama.� You're going to come . . . now . . . now . .
. just go with it . . ."
She could hear the sucking,
slurping noises Nora was making as she devoured Paula's dangling breasts.� Paula was now propped on her elbows, her ass
shimmying in the air, making it more and more difficult to keep tongue-fucking
her the way Laura was doing.� There was,
Laura realized, only one solution.� Make
her come quickly, before the squirming and writhing and bucking got completely
out of control.
She realized this at the same
moment that it became fairly academic, since Paula's body grew tenser than
ever, and her moans turned into keening, whooping squeals as a thrilling,
crushing orgasm overtook her clenching flesh.
"Unnngghhh!� Oh!�
AWWWNNGGHIIEEE1" she cried out sharply, her body jerking and almost
jackknifing, her elbows digging into the mattress and her ass swirling and
bumping into Laura's face as each spasm ripped through her.� "Anngggmmnngiiie!"
she wailed again, falling forward, her breasts mashing into Nora's face, her
whole torso shuddering in the grip of wave after wave of fierce pleasure.
This, Laura thought, as she held on
for dear life, was an amazing orgasm.�
Certainly the only other one Laura had ever seen Paula have paled in
comparison to this one.� Nora, who was
busy extricating herself from being crushed under Paula's body, seemed to think
so too.� She grinned at Laura.
"You're good."
Laura grinned back.� "Does she always come that hard?"
Nora slowly shook her head, almost
in disbelief.� "The handcuffs help.� You helped."
Paula, lying on her side now and
still panting heavily, still semi-swooning, seemed to return to life and
overhear their conversation.� She grinned
wanly up at Laura.� "Suppose you could .
. . ?" she waved her cuffed wrists in the air above her body.
"Oh . . . of course!" Laura
said.� "Let me get the key."
She bounced off the bed to the
dresser, then back, feeling their eyes on her naked body.� In seconds she freed Paula's hands.� The handcuffs went onto the bedside table,
and in what seemed like an instant Laura found herself pinned between the two
of them, Paula in front, Nora in back, groping and stroking her, sucking her flesh.
"God . . . you guys!" she protested,
but weakly, feeling her body come alive again under their rough, eager
caresses.� "Don't we get a minute to
rest?� After all that?"
"Mmmm,"
Nora purred into her back, holding and squeezing Laura's small breasts in her
hands for Paula's mouth as Paula began to devour one of them.� "Don't think so.� What about you, Paula?"
Paula chuckled deep in her throat
before sucking one of Laura's tingling nipples deep into her mouth.� She inhaled it hungrily.� "I think Laura is about to become the creamy
middle of an Oreo cookie."