Laura - 211
     
     
     Unless Laura started shopping at another supermarket,
which was inconvenient, she could not avoid running into
Tiffany at least once a week.  Not that I'd want to avoid
her, she thought.  It makes me tingle all over just to see
her face, or that gorgeous bottom.
     
     But considering the demands made on her time by her
intense affair with Deshona, her troubled relationship with
Randi, as well as frequent rendezvous with Mavis and
Charise, she had little time or energy left over.  Tiffany,
however, was irresistible.  She flirted with Laura so
audaciously, even lasciviously,  that Laura was afraid
everyone doing their grocery shopping would know they were
lovers.
     
     Tiffany caught her back by the produce section, where
Laura was sifting through the broccoli for the best bunch.
"We gotta have another booty contest," Tiffany whispered.
     
     Laura grinned.  The girl was wildly fetching, her deep
black skin miraculous and smooth, her cute butt sticking
out, her eyes almost leering at Laura with artless lust and
sassy temptation.
     
     "We already had two," Laura said under her breath.
     
     "Tell me you didn't dig `em," Tiffany taunted her.
     
     Their eyes caught and held.  There was a real hot
pulsing there, fueled by the memory of some thrilling sex
they had shared.
     
     "I get off in a half hour," Tiffany smiled.  "You
inviting me over?  Don't go telling me you have a date.  You
just got off work yourself.  Whoever you doing it with, she
ain't gon' be there before seven."
     
     Laura had no date.  Deshona lived in Burlingame, and
she would have already heard from either of the two
teenagers, if they could get away.  Tiffany, she realized,
was a teenager too, but older, probably nineteen, more
Chanitra's age.  Laura wanted to screw her right there among
the cabbages.  Oh god, she's so lovely!
     
     "You changed your hairstyle," she said to Tiffany.
     
     Previously, Tiffany's hair had been cut bowl-shaped
around her face, with a longer fringe dipping lower at her
ears.  Today she had it pulled back with a ponytail hanging
down behind her neck.  She swished the ponytail---which
Laura knew had to be fake---in Laura's face, showing it off
proudly.
     
     "What do you think?"
     
     Laura leaned closer.  "I love your gorgeous neck," she
whispered.  I want to kiss it."
     
     It was true.  In fact, the smooth black curve of
Tiffany's long neck was enchanting now that she had her hair
swept back, and the swishing ponytail drew attention to its
pure perfection even more.  The sharp contrast of Tiffany's
richly black skin and the crisp white collar of her uniform
shirt made her even more alluring.  Laura stared at her
neck.
     
     "You better watch it," Tiffany confided.  "People be
getting ideas, the way you staring at me."
     
     "Oh . . . sorry," Laura apologized, snapping out of it.
"You get off at six?"
     
     Tiffany nodded, smiling expectantly.  "You can kiss my
neck then, if you want," she whispered flirtatiously.
     
     Laura could feel warm juices flowing.  Oh yes, she
thought.  Oh please.  "I'll see you then," she said,
lowering her eyelids, risking a kind of sexual promise that
she hoped no one but Tiffany could see.
     
     They could hardly tear themselves apart, but it was a
crowded produce section of a popular supermarket, not an
intimate bedroom.  They gave each other a fake, perfunctory
smile, and Laura went to the checkout stands alone, with her
broccoli.  She realized while walking that she was very wet
between the legs and hoped it didn't trickle down her thigh
and tickle her.
     
     At home, she changed into shorts and a loose shirt, no
bra, barefoot, and waited for Tiffany, trying not to think
about what they would do together.  Then she recalled that
the sheet and mattress pad were probably still wet from
Deshona's little ejaculation during their torrid lunchtime
fuck, the hottest sex they had ever had so far.  She had
spares and quickly changed them.  Tiffany seemed very blas‚
about Laura's other girls, but it wouldn't do to have her
roll over into the remains of this gusher from Deshona's
beautiful pussy.
     
     She also worried a little about Kendra and Jane
upstairs, since six o'clock or shortly thereafter, when
Tiffany would be arriving, was not an unusual time to find
either or both of them at home.  Laura frequently ran into
them in the lobby or the elevator, getting their mail, or
just leaving.  She knew that Kendra would probably be
relieved that Laura was fucking Tiffany instead of Jane, but
Jane was shockingly jealous and unpredictable.
     
     Fortunately, Tiffany got to Laura's apartment without
encountering either of them, but Laura had to warn her about
making excessive noise.
     
     "My neighbors are very nosey.  They can hear us if we .
. . you know, raise our voices too much."
     
     Tiffany was tickled by this.  "You mean like, [she
raised her voice] `Oh Laura, god yes girl, do me harder!
Fuck me harder, Laura!'  Like that?"  Her black eyes
twinkled.
     
     Laura tried to keep a straight face.  "Yes.  Like
that."
     
     "Maybe you better be more careful what you be doing to
me, then."
     
     Laura reached out and caught the ponytail in her palm,
careful not to tug it since she knew it had to be a fall, a
piece of fake hair.  It was silkier and not as stiff as
Tiffany's real hair.
     
     "I thought you were going to let me kiss your beautiful
neck."
     
     "I'm gonna let you do more than that," Tiffany said,
with a devastating wink.
     
     Their eyes caught again, as they had in the
supermarket, linking in a hot, throbbing, dangerous circuit
transmitting the electricity that was flowing between them.
But now there was no one to see what they did.  Laura took
Tiffany's face in both hands and kissed her full lips
slowly, searchingly.  Their tongues coiled and dashed
together, stabbing, probing.
     
     "We didn't even have our booty contest yet," Tiffany
breathed excitedly.
     
     "We both know who the winner is," Laura said, pulling
her toward the bedroom.
     
     Tiffany came along obediently.  "You as bad as my
boyfriend," she said.  "You just want to kiss my neck and
fuck me."
     
     In her bedroom, Laura shut the door behind them.  "No .
. . I want to do more than that," she murmured, beginning to
unbutton Tiffany's white uniform shirt from the top,
watching the girl's delicious smooth deep black skin come
into view.
     
     Tiffany was petite, very small, smaller than Deshona,
whom Laura would have thought of as petite had it not been
for Tiffany.  She was more than a head shorter than Laura,
thin and tiny, with a divine small waist that made her
thrilling ass even more dramatic and alluring.  And, while
small and thin, she had perfect young breasts, exquisitely
proportioned to the rest of her delicious small body.
     
     Two small, beautiful girls in the same day, Laura
thought as she finished unbuttoning Tiffany's shirt and
pulled it open, revealing Tiffany's stark white bra against
her velvet black skin.
     
     "Oh god, you are so beautiful," she heard herself
saying, realizing she had already said it earlier in the day
to Deshona.
     
     But it was true.  They both had throat-catching beauty
to her.  She couldn't believe her good fortune as she
enfolded Tiffany in her arms and ran her lips up and down
the smooth, warm, black column of the girl's perfect neck.
     
     "Glad you think so," Tiffany murmured into Laura's
neck, which she was kissing in return.  "I don't know about
you, but I'm getting pretty excited here.  Are you gonna get
naked too?"
     
     Laura wasn't wearing much, and it was easy to slip out
of it.  So enchanted was she always with the naked body of
the girl she was making love to that she rarely stopped to
realize that the girl might desire her body too.  This was
the case with Tiffany, who, even more than Laura, seemed to
revel in the contrast of their skin colors.  Together they
removed Tiffany's pants and panties, and then they stretched
out on the fresh sheets, kissing slowly, tenderly, letting
their hands crawl over each other's naked skin.
     
     "Look at my fingers on your breast," Tiffany said, her
voice hushed.  "Ain't it beautiful?  Ain't it beautiful the
way we look together?  I wish you had mirrors on all your
walls so we could just look at our bodies sliding together
like this."
     
     "Mmmm, I'm going to slide right into yours," Laura
murmured, kissing her gleaming shoulder, trying to drop her
mouth to one of Tiffany's small, perfect breasts.
     
     "Not so fast," Tiffany said, pulling her head up by the
chin.  She squinted playfully.  "Me first.  You always get
to go first.  I thought about these beautiful boobs of yours
all the time we were apart, and I said to myself, This time
I'm gonna get to hers first.  They're so beautiful, Laura."
     
     "You really think so?" Laura said, surprised at her
coyness.
     
     Tiffany was already busy cupping them in her graceful,
slender black fingers, brushing Laura's bulging coral
nipples with her thumbs, watching the tiny bumps appear on
her areolas and the center nubs stiffen and emerge.  Tiffany
licked one swollen nipple tenderly, curling her tongue
around it, stabbing the protruding center of Laura's nipple
with her tongue tip.  Laura began to pant, but she kept her
eyes fastened on Tiffany's mouth.
     
     "You know everybody thinks so," Tiffany scoffed softly.
"Nobody got titties this beautiful."
     
     "You do."
     
     "Mine are too small."
     
     "Oh no," Laura panted.
     
     But she couldn't go on.  Tiffany had gone beyond the
licking stage, which was already arousing enough.  Now she
was sucking Laura's nipples, one at a time, giving each one
the kind of care and attention that Laura usually gave hers,
devoting herself like a worshipper to each breast without
any urgency or need to move on.  Laura's whole body began to
pulsate and throb.  She moaned softly.
     
     "Oh . . . you like that, don't you," Tiffany murmured.
"See, now you getting a taste of your own medicine.  This is
how you usually make me feel.  I bet your pretty pussy is
getting all wet too, just hoping I'll dip lower, eh?"
     
     "Oh yes.  Oh . . . Tiffany."
     
     "Laura, you too pretty to be a lesbian.  There must be
a whole army of guys dying to suck these beautiful titties."
     
     "I don't care if anybody but you does it," Laura
panted, meaning it in the moment.
     
     "You better be careful," Tiffany teased, rolling her
eyes up.  "Your neighbors."
     
     "I know."
     
     Laura pulled her up and kissed her ravenously.  Her
breasts were wet with Tiffany's warm saliva, and both of
them could feel it as Tiffany's small breasts mashed against
hers.
     
     "Can we do a sixty-nine?" Tiffany asked.  "You know,
where we eat each other at the same time?  I never done
that."
     
     "Not even with your boyfriend?"
     
     "Are you kidding?  Take that thing in my mouth?"
     
     "Yes, we can do it," Laura smiled.  "I'd love to do it.
But remember my neighbors.  When you come, push your face
into my thigh or something."
     
     Tiffany made a mock frown.  "Too bad.  I like to really
let it out."
     
     "I know, me too.  But they're usually home at this time
of day."
     
     Tiffany pouted.  "I'll try.  Can't promise.  You get me
hot."
     
     "You get me hot too," Laura confessed as they reversed
their bodies, Tiffany on top.
     
     From here on it was a hot, wild ride.  She and Tiffany
had already gone as slowly as they felt it was possible to
go.  They both were quick comers, and they both were
frantically aroused already.
     
     Still, Laura could not hurry.  She ran her fingers all
over Tiffany's peerless, round, smooth black bottom, and
down the sleek backs of her thighs, relishing each micro-
inch of delicious skin and firm flesh, taking in the heady
odors and gazing in rapt lust at the oozing red flower of
Tiffany's succulent pussy.
     
     She was still busy admiring the swollen black petals of
this lovely wet rose when she felt Tiffany's long tongue
slide right into her own warm, buttery slit.
     
     "Unh!" she gasped.
     
     "Mmmm . . . don't make noise, Laura," Tiffany teased
her, even while slurping Laura's aching cunt with long
tongue strokes, from top to bottom, then back to the top,
where she tickled Laura's sensitive clit fiendishly.
     
     Instantly filled with love and overpowering desire for
the tiny, curvaceous, ardent girl, Laura pulled Tiffany's
glistening pussy down to her mouth and stabbed her tongue up
into it too.  The girl's tangy cunt juices streamed into her
mouth, and she swallowed them thirstily, digging her fingers
into the resilient flesh of Tiffany's perfect ass and
sucking her swollen cuntlips in a fit of exuberant passion.
     
     But Tiffany was too much for her.  Laura was used to
making her lover come first, and so she was shocked to feel
a surprising, sudden orgasm well up inside her own body and
burst, almost without warning.
     
     "Ahhnngg!  Oh!" she cried out, her body suddenly
arching, then shuddering in sharp quakes.  "Auungghhhh!"
     
     "Laura . . . shhhhh!" Tiffany giggled.
     
     And Laura, remembering, turned her face to the side,
pressing her mouth against Tiffany's sleek black thigh and
groaning in sweet torment as the rest of her deep climax
played itself out.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god!" she gasped, breathless, finally
relaxing.
     
     And without missing a beat, she pulled Tiffany's crotch
again down to her mouth and devoured the girl's sopping-wet
trench, slurping and sucking it in a frenzy of passion that
soon brought Tiffany to the same state.  Still lying on top
of Laura, but so tiny that her weight was barely noticeable,
she writhed and whimpered as Laura sucked her pussy
hungrily, then came in sharp jolts, pushing her face into
Laura's thigh.
     
     "Mnngghhiieee!" she wailed, her cries muffled but
uncontrollable, her small body jerking and flipping and
undulating violently.  "Ungghh!  Oh . . . yes yes!  Ungghh!"
she gasped as the aftershocks hit her, now letting her
groans escape free since they were not as loud.
     
     It took her a minute to recover.  Then she rolled off
Laura's body and slid up face to face with her again,
squinting happily.  Laura kissed her forehead solemnly, then
her mouth.
     
     "So . . . how did you like sixty-nine?" she asked.
     
     "You taste good," Tiffany smiled.  "Is that my pussy
I'm tasting?"
     
     "I think it's yours and mine all mixed together."
     
     "I knew that's why I liked it.  I think sixty-nine is
the bomb.  And you went off like one too.  You didn't even
warn me."
     
     "I . . . couldn't help it," Laura half-blushed.
     
     Tiffany grew pensive and calm.  "You know, I asked my
boyfriend what he would do if I went to bed with another
girl?"
     
     "You did?  I thought you said he'd blow up or
something."
     
     "That's what I thought.  But then I said to myself, oh
fuck him.  He doesn't know I really did it.  I guess I was
feeling sort of reckless, so I asked him.  Know what?  He
said long as it wasn't a dude, he probably wouldn't care.
In fact, maybe the three of us could work out something
together.  Can you believe that?"
     
     Laura could believe almost anything.  She could feel
something coming.  Tiffany looked at her oddly.
     
     "Don't tell me," Laura said.  "You want to try it."
     
     Now Tiffany broke into a broad grin.  "After all, I dig
him, I dig you.  Why not?"
     
     You just want both of us to fuck you together, you
little minx, Laura thought.  I've been there.  I've wanted
to be fucked by two people, and I have been.  I can't really
disapprove, can I now.
     
     On the other hand, Laura knew the havoc that could
cause to a relationship.  Karen and Rick.  Rob and Camille.
Rob, her, and Randi.  Charise and Jane.  Laura wondered if
she really wanted to go that route with the delectable
Tiffany, who was so artless and direct and free of hangups
about going to bed with Laura.
     
     She pulled the girl down again on the bed, distracting
Tiffany by swarming all over her small, naked body, dropping
her mouth to the girl's marvelous, miniature breasts, so
perfectly proportioned to the rest of her tiny body.  She
spent as much time on each of Tiffany's scrumptious breasts
as Tiffany had earlier spent on hers, sucking each thick,
pulpy nipple until it was hard and rubbery, and Tiffany was
mewling softly.
     
     "I'm gonna make a noise for your neighbors to hear, if
you don't cut it out," she panted.
     
     Playfully, Laura grabbed a pillow and dragged it over
next to Tiffany's beautiful face.  "Just push it into this,
honey, because I'm going to make you scream," she said.
     
     She turned Tiffany onto her stomach, determined finally
to feast on the incredible smooth black moons of her
wonderful ass, which she had kissed and fondled during their
first booty contest but never really made love to until now,
afraid Tiffany would recoil or find it troublesome.  But she
needn't have waited since Tiffany was very proud of her
exceptional rear end.  She had let Laura know through two
booty contests that she was well aware of its incredible
beauty.
     
     "Mmmm, you like my black ass, don't you," she said
dreamily as Laura began to kiss and caress it lovingly.
     
     Laura had made love to several black women with
beautiful asses.  In fact, just this noon she had caressed
and fondled and worshipped Deshona's, which was quite lovely
and well-shaped.  But only Chanitra and Jane actually had an
ass in the same league with Tiffany's.  And even though all
three were lean, lissome, supple, and dark, Tiffany was also
thin and small, not athletic and strong-limbed like Chanitra
or Jane.
     
     Laura kissed the smooth moons worshipfully, nipping the
bulging undersides with her teeth, bringing soft, excited
yelps from Tiffany.  Since Tiffany was tiny, and as a
consequence had a small ass, Laura could cup each moon in
each of her hands, two firm, warm, resilient balls of flesh
that gave under the light pressure of her fingers.
     
     "Your ass is a miracle," she whispered, bending again
to kiss it everywhere.
     
     Tiffany smiled, wiggling it up and back into Laura's
caresses.  "You getting me hot again," she sighed.
     
     Laura's lips were all over her smooth, shapely ass, and
were only inches from her wet, puckered slit, glimmering in
the shadowy region below her cheeks.  But this time Laura
coveted another entrance to the girl's delicious, squirming
body.  Tiffany's round, black moons were so firm that she
had to pull them deliberately apart to expose the small,
wrinkled black rosebud deep in the dark crease.
     
     But she had a long tongue.  "You're going to get
hotter," she murmured to Tiffany, slowly licking the
wonderful deep valley between her gorgeous buns.
     
     "I hope you ain't planning to do what I think you
planning to do," Tiffany panted, her face contorted now with
sexual excitement, and slightly worried, as she peered back
over her shoulder at Laura.
     
     "Why, darling, it's got you very excited," Laura said,
with mock innocence.  "You don't want me to stop."
     
     "Ohhhhh . . . god, no!  I don't!"
     
     "Mmmm, good.  I don't plan to stop.  Now relax.  I'm
going to take you to heaven, Tiffany darling."
     
     She debated whether to go for the baby oil bottle in
the bedstand drawer now, or wait until Tiffany was out of
her mind in a delirium of lust and wouldn't notice.  She
decided on the latter, since Tiffany was already a little
skittish about being fucked this way.  Laura continued
kissing and probing the warm crack gently with her
fingertips, finally pulling on the flesh surrounding the
tight little rectal hole she was aiming for.
     
     It gave slightly, and the tip of her tongue was inside
Tiffany's ass almost before the girl knew what had happened.
     
     "Ooooohhhh!" she shivered, mewing in a long, surprised
sigh.  "Oh god!"
     
     Capitalizing on the girl's shock, Laura's fingers
pulled it open further, and she pushed her tongue deeper
into Tiffany's tight little asshole.
     
     "Oh shit . . . that feels good!" Tiffany gasped softly,
again looking over her shoulder as Laura pulled her buns
apart further, slithering her tongue even deeper into the
yielding cavity.
     
     Laura was in ninth heaven, and Tiffany was nearly there
too.  She whimpered, clenching her perfect round ass cheeks,
which in turn aroused Laura to tongue-fuck her throbbing
little rectum even more wildly.
     
     "Oh!  Ohnnnn . . . god Laura!" Tiffany panted.
     
     She was clearly so aroused that Laura in her mind
quickly skipped the idea of the baby oil.  Maybe next time.
This girl came fast when excited, as she had warned Laura
from the very beginning.  There would be no time for
anything but the wild finish, which was fast approaching.
     
     Laura reached under with her other hand, still using
one to hold apart Tiffany's very firm buns, and found
Tiffany's sopping-wet pussy, flooded with a fresh wave of
juices.  She slid two fingers up into the juicy pit,
pressing both fingertips against the front wall of Tiffany's
runny channel.  Still tongue-fucking her delightfully tight
asshole for all she was worth, Laura at the same time let
her fingers slide across the soft wet flesh inside Tiffany's
pussy, waiting to feel even the tiniest seizure in the
girl's body to know she had struck gold.
     
     It took only about ten seconds.  A sharp twitch
convulsed Tiffany, accompanied by a tight little mewling
squeal, escaping involuntarily from her throat.
     
     "Oh!  Mnnggieee!  Oh . . . shit, Laura . . ."
     
     She began to come in fierce, wrenching spasms as Laura
rubbed the secret spot inside her pussy with both fingers,
rubbing it in hard circles.  Tiffany had not come this
deeply before, at least not with Laura.
     
     "Ohhnngghiieeee!" she wailed, her lovely small body
straining, then collapsing into helpless quivering, then
stiffening again, then shuddering sharply as wave after wave
of crushing orgasms gripped her smooth young flesh.
     
     Laura's tongue was quickly expelled from her ass by
Tiffany's violent motions, but her fingers never left the
target, and she kissed and kneaded the swelling, delectable
black moons of Tiffany's extraordinary bottom while the girl
continue to climax until she could apparently climax no
more.  Laura had counted five peaks, five moments of
excruciating and intense pleasure, and Tiffany, completely
devastated, seemed for a few seconds to swoon in the
aftermath of this string of killer orgasms.
     
     Laura extracted her fingers and wiped them on the
sheet, kissing the girl's smooth cheek and cooing to her,
bringing her back.
     
     "Oh darling . . . darling Tiffany, you came so hard,"
she murmured lovingly, kissing her ear, and the back of her
neck, very available now if she pushed the ponytail aside.
     
     Tiffany, still panting, opened her eyes.  They were
still glassy and wet, the whites reddish and inflamed.  "I
told you not to do that," she said, hoarsely.
     
     "You never came like that before.  Not with me, at
least," Laura whispered.
     
     "Not with you?" Tiffany croaked, lifting her head from
the sheet, frowning in disbelief.  "I never knew anybody
could come like that.  Let alone me.  I usually come right
away, and then it's over.  That time, I just kept coming and
coming."
     
     "I know," Laura beamed.
     
     She leaned down to kiss her mouth, but Tiffany crinkled
her nose in a sardonic frown.
     
     "Don't you think you better wash that mouth out first?"
she asked.  "We both know where that tongue has been."
     
     Laura shrugged.  "Maybe you're right.  Hold that
luscious mouth right there.  I want to seal those orgasms
with a kiss."
     
     She popped quickly off the bed and into the bathroom,
where she rinsed her mouth with Listerine.  Then she
returned to the bed for a long, sensual, expressive kiss
that soon turned into a prelude to Tiffany's try at
returning the favor.  She had totally recovered from the
wonderful ordeal of being forced to come five times in a
row, and somehow this fueled her desire for Laura.
     
     She swarmed over Laura's naked body, kissing and
stroking Laura passionately.
     
     "I think I ought to give you a taste of your own
medicine," she murmured.  "But I ain't sticking my tongue in
nobody's booty, no matter how beautiful they are."
     
     "Didn't it feel good?" Laura panted, already feeling a
hot, insistent pulsing deep in her own pussy, anticipated
Tiffany's lips on it, wanting to feel them desperately.
     
     "Felt great to me," Tiffany laughed softly.  "I never
came so hard as that.  But what I'm saying is, I don't think
I can return the favor.  Not that, anyway."
     
     "You sweet girl," Laura breathed.  "If you just touch
my pussy with your lips, I'll come."
     
     "Really?" Tiffany twinkled.  "I can do that."
     
     Laura rolled her eyes upward, smiling.  "Promises,
promises."
     
     Tiffany took it as a dare.  Playfully, she dragged
Laura down onto her back and got on top of her, kissing her
hungrily, then sliding down Laura's body, kissing everything
on the way, sucking Laura's nipples so voraciously that
Laura thought she was going to swallow them.
     
     Laura was already fiercely aroused from the experience
of tongue-fucking Tiffany's gorgeous ass and bringing her to
a string of semi-hysterical g-spot orgasms at the same time.
She had nearly had a sympathetic orgasm herself while
Tiffany was coming.  And now Tiffany's hungry, sensual mouth
on her breasts was bringing her even closer to the edge.
     
     "Oh god . . . you better do it to me, darling," she
warned Tiffany.  "I'm going to come.  Unhhhh!"
     
     "What?  You can't come yet.  I ain't ready yet.  I want
to do a few more things to you first."
     Laura giggled softly, desperately, pushing her head
lower.  "Please . . . please, Tiffany!"
     
     "I love it when you beg me.  Now maybe I'll give in.
You really are close, aren't you."
     
     "Oh yes!"  Laura's back arched, and the breath caught
in her throat as Tiffany pressed her sensual lips directly
against her pussy.  "Ungghh!"
     
     Tiffany may have wanted to prolong it, but Laura's
reaction seemed to jack up her own lust to new levels, and
she quickly began to devour Laura's throbbing pussy
excitedly.  She stabbed her tongue deep into Laura's runny
pit, pulling Laura's cuntlips open with her fingers and
pressing her mouth hotly into the wet inner flesh, mewling
herself in sexual excitement as she brought Laura up to a
sharp climax, working very fast.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god!" Laura gasped, her body
undulating uncontrollably, her hips churning, as she felt
Tiffany slide two fingers up into her greasy channel at the
same time that Tiffany's sensual lips found her clit.  "Oh .
. . oh!  Unngghh!"
     
     "Go ahead and come," Tiffany coaxed softly.  "Go ahead,
Laura . . . I love it when you come."
     
     "Unghhhh!   Aunngghiiiieee!" Laura half-squealed,
suddenly throttled by a magnificent upwelling orgasm that
filled her writhing body with fire.
     
     Shuddering and keening softly, Laura's back arched, her
ass lifted temporarily off the mattress, and she cooed and
gasped as each successive shock of her climax wracked her
naked body.  It was a pure and sweet and lengthy orgasm, and
when it finally passed, she collapsed, smiling up at
Tiffany, who still had cuntslime coating her sensual lips.
     
     "You a miracle," Laura said softly.  "You learn so
quickly."
     
     Tiffany squint-smiled, reminding Laura of Charise.  "I
had a real good teacher," she said.
     
     "Some things can't be taught," Laura demurred.
     
     They kissed.  It was, Laura thought, a sweet
relationship, unencumbered by a lot of emotional baggage
like many of her others.
     
     "I like to make you come," Tiffany said, simply.
     
     "The feeling is mutual."
     
     "But I got to go," Tiffany glanced at the clock radio.
"I'm meeting my boyfriend at seven.  When I'm late, he
thinks some new Safeway bagger be trying to bag me."
     
     "He's going to think it's some girl, if you keep asking
him what you said you did."
     
     Tiffany was already getting dressed, but she stopped
and looked directly into Laura's eyes, her own eyes
twinkling again mischievously.  "What do you think?  You
want to give it a try?  You and me and him?  He'd really dig
you."
     
     "It could cause problems," Laura warned.  "Just think
about it.  How would you feel, watching him fuck me?"
     
     Tiffany frowned slightly.  It was clear she had never
thought of that.  "I don't know," she said, pensively.
"Maybe I will think it over."
     
     Laura walked her down to her car, even willing to risk
an encounter with Kendra or Jane.  Both she and Tiffany had
forgotten to muffle their hot cries, and Laura dearly hoped
no one had heard them.  But she and Tiffany went unnoticed
to Tiffany's car, a sporty white Nissan Maxima.
     
     "I don't want anything to get in the way of us," Laura
said, kissing her quickly in the dark.
     
     "Me either," Tiffany said.  "I'll think about it."
     
     Laura watched her drive off, still feeling a sweet
tingle deep in her pussy from the memory of what they had
done.