Chapter 229
     
     
     Tamara peeked around the half-closed door of Laura's
office.  "I have to talk to you."
     
     Laura looked up from her desk.  "Is it private?" she
asked, in a very soft voice, delighted to see the girl.
     
     Tamara looked back over her shoulder, then looked at
Laura again.  "A little."
     
     "Why don't we have lunch?"
     
     Tamara brightened up immediately, suddenly fetching and
radiant.  She was wearing another summery, flowery dress,
not the same one Laura had removed so lovingly a few
evenings ago, before taking the bewitching young thing to
paradise several times.  But this one was similarly thin and
clinging, revealing Tamara's splendid body.  God, she's
gorgeous, Laura thought.
     
     "That would be super," Tamara glowed.
     
     Laura winked affectionately at her, feeling a very
piquant stirring deep inside her own pussy just from letting
her eyes feast on this wonderful girl's face and body.
After their first sexual encounter, at the Sonoma Mission
Inn, Tamara had been skittish and shy, beseeching Laura to
forget it ever happened, full of guilt and fear.  But now,
after their second one, she had fallen in love with Laura,
and she seemed to be everywhere, gazing at Laura raptly,
smiling either with fervent adoration or a slight hint of
sexual promise, all of which flattered Laura extremely and
made her very uneasy at the same time.
     
     "I have this big presentation this morning, but it
should be over by noon," Laura said.  "Why don't you meet me
right here and we'll go together."
     
     "That Randi won't be there, will she?" Tamara asked, a
definite trace of spite and sharp jealousy appearing in her
voice.
     
     She was very jealous of Randi.  This was amusing, in a
way, since Laura's relationship with Randi was undergoing
considerable strain at present due to Randi's deplorable
little `affairette' with Rhonda, which Laura could hardly
bear to think about.  She and Randi had not slept together
for weeks, and whatever speaking they did at the office was
loaded with undercurrents of snide accusation.
     
     "You mean at the meeting?" Laura asked, feigning total
ignorance.  "I . . . don't know.  But she won't be at
lunch."
     
     Tamara pursed her lips, prim and a little smug.  "I
should hope not."
     
     "See you then?  About noon?"
     
     Tamara lapsed back into adoration.  Her large baby
browns shone with love for Laura.  "I can't wait."
     
     But the meeting, which Laura had been trying not to
think about for days, did not turn out well for her.  It was
the final presentation of the project she and Deshona had
been working on for months, the one that had brought them
together in the first place.  They had worked and fucked and
fought and separated and worked and reunited and fucked
again, repeatedly.  For months they had been lovers, deeply
in love, immersed in wild weekends of orgiastic sex at
Deshona's expensive, secluded house in the hills.  And then
Deshona had reunited with her ex-husband.  It was all so
painful and confusing that Laura frequently wished it had
never happened.
     
     On her way out the door to the meeting, she got a quick
call from Marshall.
     
     "I just wanted you to know that I ran into Kendra's
daughter briefly when I was leaving last night," he said.
"What's her name?"
     
     "Jane."
     
     "Yes.  She recognized me, I know she did.  Didn't say
anything, though.  Just stared.  No way for her to know I
was up there with you, though.  Guess we don't have to
worry."
     
     "She may not tell Kendra," Laura said.
     
     At the same time, she was thinking: Jane will put two
and two together.  She's not stupid.  And she's always sure
I'm sleeping with someone else, not her.  Even Marshall.
Will she tell her mother?
     
     But Laura didn't have time to think about it.  The
meeting was well-attended.  Rhonda was there, and Randi too,
among many others.  They sat far apart, but Laura noticed
that Randi made a point of flirting with Rhonda from a
distance, also making sure that Laura saw it.  Obviously,
the little tart was still deep into her project of making
Laura jealous.  It was doubly hard on Laura at this moment
since she was standing, with Deshona, up in front of
everybody, looking at the audience, seeing everything,
drawing all the right conclusions.  And Randi was, as usual,
breathtakingly gorgeous, crossing and uncrossing her
spectacular long legs, swishing her braids sexily around her
shoulders, which made it hurt even more.
     
     Deshona did the presentation, with Laura's assistance.
She was now out of her ankle cast, but she still moved
around on crutches, which made Laura's help even more
necessary.  They were coldly and crisply professional, and
Laura believed that Randi alone among the audience members
knew that she and Deshona had gone farther together than
anyone might dare to think.
     
     In fact, doing the presentation with her, though their
minds were severely focused on the business issues, made
Laura hornier than ever for her.  Well-dressed and
expensively accoutered, Deshona displayed all the attributes
that had attracted Laura in the first place, especially her
remote, frosty, aloof attitude that had seemed so
challenging.  Looking into her eyes, past the frost, Laura
thought, I know what a slut you are.  I know how to make you
whimper and moan.  I know how to find your g-spot and make
you come unbelievably.  And you know I know it.
     
     But Deshona was hard and taut with professionalism and
gave no sign that she understood what Laura's eyes were
saying.  The presentation was a success.  Deshona was
showered with compliments.  When the meeting ended, Laura
pulled her aside.
     
     "Can we have dinner tonight?  God, I miss you so much."
     
     Now her eye message changed from `I know what a slut
you are' to `Take pity on me and let me make love to you, I
can't stand it without you'.  Deshona, who was no slouch,
clearly had received both messages.  She looked deeply into
Laura's eyes.
     
     "I'm sorry, I'm meeting my husband for dinner."
     
     Her gaze was unwavering.  She betrayed no weakness, no
shared emotion, no signal that she acknowledged what she and
Laura had experienced together in the past few months.
     
     "What happened to `ex' husband?" Laura asked, weakly,
though Deshona had said this before.
     
     "I'm sorry," Deshona smiled curtly.  "Ex-husband.  Just
a slip."
     
     Laura felt devastated and tried not to show it.  "Well,
if you ever get up here . . . and want to have dinner . . .
just, you know, call me.  Heh heh."
     
     She felt like shit.  At least you could smile at me,
Deshona.  I love you.  You know I love you.  You even said
you love me too.  Laura began to feel hot tears welling up
in the bottoms of her eyes, and she quickly blinked them
away.
     
     Deshona packed up her slides and left without a further
word, hobbling out on her crutches, not looking back.  Laura
felt a horrible emptiness in her stomach and realized that
she was crying silently anyway, even though she had tried to
stop.  She went to the restroom to wash her face and ran
into Randi.  She was lifting her wet face from the basin to
look for a towel when she saw in the mirror that Randi was
standing behind her.
     
     "The Ice Queen break your poor little heart, Laura?"
she asked, her words mean-spirited but her manner
contradictorily soft and sympathetic.
     
     "Oh . . . no," Laura shook her head.  "My heart is
fine."
     
     Randi didn't reply, but their eyes held one another in
the mirror until another women entered the restroom and
forced them to break their gaze.  Outside, Randi leaned
close and whispered.
     
     "You're better off without her.  You're better off with
that little airhead Tammy.  You know, that redbone with the
curvy body and the big brown eyes you've been fucking.
She's got a wild body, at least.  Ain't no dwarf."
     
     Randi's eyes flashed with spite.  God, she's worse than
Jane, Laura suddenly thought.  Jealous of everybody.
     
     "So . . .how's Rhonda?" Laura asked, maliciously.
     
     Randi smiled, pouncing on another chance to give pain.
"She's good at what she does."
     
     "Next thing you know, you'll be getting a promotion.
Like Yvette Farmer got."
     
     Randi smirked.  "Maybe."
     
     This conversation seemed to depress Laura even more
than the dreadful scene with Deshona, and when she got back
to her office, she found a sticky yellow Post-It note stuck
to the screen of her computer: Had to go.  No lunch.
Stewart back in town.  XXOO. T.
     
     Tamara-`Tammy'? Laura thought, recalling Randi's dig;
where'd she get that? Tammy?-had drawn a little smiley face
by the `T.'.   Maybe she is a Tammy.
     
     Great.  How does it feel to be rejected by everybody?
she wondered.  Like this, I guess.  She sat down behind her
desk.  Two-thirds of the day still stretched ahead of her,
and she had already been spurned by two ex-lovers, and
forsaken by a third.  What next?
     
     It was a bleak, hollow, empty feeling, made no better
by a brief meeting in the afternoon with her boss Ada, who
for some reason looked shockingly desirable to Laura all of
a sudden.  Ada had gone to the hair dresser, apparently, and
sported a stylish hairdo with her hair swept up and to the
side, exposing her long, smooth, black neck, both back and
front.  Laura's eyes lingered on Ada's bare neck during the
meeting.  She wanted to kiss it desperately, a desperation
made even more acute by her feelings of rejection.
     
     In the parking lot of the Safeway, where she stopped to
pick up a rotisserie chicken for dinner, she ran into
Tiffany, who was just getting off work.  Laura had not seen
her for weeks since Tiffany's shift had been switched.  But
she had gone to bed with Tiffany's boyfriend Damon, she
recalled.  He had poked her with his long, pencil-thin dick
into the screaming meemies, and she had not even felt guilty
about it until now, coming face to face with Tiffany, who
looked as sassy and fetching as ever.
     
     "Got enough chicken there for two?" she asked Laura
boldly.  "I just got off."  She lowered her voice to a
whisper.  "Could use a little booty rubbing, you know?  We
don't need Damon to have fun."
     
     What a godsend, Laura thought.  "No," she winked.  "We
don't."  She lowered her voice too, leaning close.  "I don't
know whether I'd rather eat you or the chicken."
     
     Tiffany laughed.  "Better be me.  I could really go for
it right about now.  You inviting me over?"
     
     "I am.  You coming?"
     
     "Can I leave my car here?"
     
     "Sure can."
     
     They both got into Laura's car, and she drove to her
place.  Inside, Laura was all over Tiffany before the girl
could even set down her purse.  Whether it was the rejection
and gloom she had already experienced today, or the wildly
desirable young girl herself, it didn't matter.  Laura
buried her face in Tiffany's smooth black neck, under the
crisp white collar of her uniform shirt, and grabbed both
hard buns of the Hall of Fame booty, squeezing them and
kissing her ravenously.
     
     "Hey . . . that tickles!" Tiffany squealed, squirming
way.
     
     "I've got to have the world's most beautiful ass,"
Laura panted, making a half-crazed, lust-struck face,
leering at Tiffany over-dramatically.
     
     "You one horny lady, Laura," Tiffany giggled, fending
her off.  "Ain't you been getting laid enough?  I thought
you had lots of other girlfriends all giving you their pussy
every old night.  Here you are clawing on me like I'm fresh
meat.  Away!  Down girl!"
     
     She nearly dissolved in laugher.  Laura too.  "But it
is the world's most beautiful ass," Laura said.
     
     Tiffany was very proud of her attributes and was happy
to acknowledge the truth of this.  "Beat the hell out of
yours in the Booty Contest, if I remember," she said.
     
     "Hands down," Laura admitted.
     
     "Did you say, `Pants down'?"
     
     Laura smiled and grabbed her.  "Come in the bedroom
with me and let me kiss the champ.  All over, I want to kiss
it all over."
     
     Tiffany was a tiny little thing, but she did indeed
have an exceptionally beautiful ass, right up there in the
`incredible' category with Chanitra and Jane.  It was high
and round and hard and out-jutting, an incomparable
masterpiece of two firm black moons, perfectly spherical and
mouthwatering, with a delectable dimple in the flesh just
above each peerless cheek.  She grabbed at it with one hand
again as they reached her bedroom, but Tiffany swatted her
hand away.
     
     "Watch it!  Who said you could touch it?" she mock-
frowned.  "First thing you know, you'll be wanting to stick
your tongue up it again, like before.  Can't have none of
that."
     
     Laura grabbed her hand and pulled her close.  Tiffany
was so small that she nearly disappeared in your embrace
when you hugged her, Laura thought.  She kissed her smooth
forehead, then her eyes, then her mouth, slithering her
tongue inside.
     
     "You came harder and longer than you ever did before,"
she reminded Tiffany.  "You told me that."
     
     "You're right," Tiffany admitted softly.  "You gon'
make me come like that again?"
     
     Laura shrugged noncommittally.  "Depends.  I might have
to stick this in there again."  She waggled her tongue
between her teeth.
     
     "Oooohhhh, you a pervert if there ever was one."
     
     "You have an ass that was made to be fucked, darling,"
Laura murmured, kissing her neck again, caressing her rump
through her pants again.
     
     "You as bad as Damon," Tiffany pouted.  "He want to
fuck my booty too, especially after you gave him the idea."
     
     Laura didn't know whether she wanted to talk about
Damon, so she changed the subject by beginning to unbutton
Tiffany's white shirt, kissing each smooth inch of dark
black skin that came slowly into view.
     
     "Who wouldn't," Laura said, preoccupied.
     
     "Have you ever let a guy fuck you there?  I mean, I
know you like girls and all.  But I saw you with Damon.  I
don't think he was the first dude who ever poked you,
right?"
     
     "Right.  I have a few boyfriends."
     
     Tiffany smiled.  "See.  You just a sex fiend, Laura.
You trying to make me into one too."
     
     Laura nodded.  "I'm going to tie you to the bed and
fuck you senseless," she said, but with a kidding tone of
voice, not wanting Tiffany to take her seriously.
     
     Unless Tiffany wanted to, of course.  Tiffany looked
intrigued but went on.
     
     "Well . . . did you?"
     
     Laura nodded slowly.  By now she had Tiffany's shirt
off.  The stark white straps of her bra against her smooth,
deeply black skin was enchanting to Laura, and as sexually
arousing as ever.  Tiffany looked down at Laura's hands on
her body.
     
     "I can't get over it," she confessed to Laura.  "Every
time we do it, I get such a charge out of seeing your white
hands on my black skin.  I just think we look so cool
together like this.  When I get to be a store manager or
something like that, and I have a lot of money, I'm going to
get a house with a room full of mirrors.  And then Laura and
I are going to fuck all day in that room and just watch our
bodies sliding together, white and black, all mingled
together.  Don't you think it's just so . . . beautiful?"
     
     "Oh god, yes, I do," Laura said, meaning it to the
bottom of her heart, kissing Tiffany with deep emotion and
lust.  "I love your skin.  It's so smooth."
     
     She unfastened Tiffany's bra while they were kissing.
Then she ran her lips down the girl's neck to her shoulder,
her clavicle, her smooth upper chest.  Tiffany kept talking.
     
     "So tell me how it was.  You know, getting fucked in
your booty.  Did it hurt?"
     
     Even though she was trying hard not to remember it at
this moment, Laura couldn't chase away the recollection of
being speared in the ass by Damon, Tiffany's boyfriend, only
recently.  It had hurt.  His cock was not thick or fat, but
it was very long, and when he had driven it deep into her
ass, especially the last few times before he came, she had
felt like a red-hot poker was piercing her.  On the other
hand, she had immediately climaxed too in an excruciating
and intense orgasm.
     
     "It hurts a little . . . sometimes.  Especially at
first."
     
     Her lips had now reached Tiffany's lovely little
breasts, and she held them in her hands and licked the
girl's thick, puffy, gleaming black nipples.  To look at
Tiffany in her crisp white uniform shirt, you would never
think she had these exquisite, pear-shaped small black doves
underneath, but though small they were among the most
beautiful Laura had ever seen.  She sucked one nipple deep
into her mouth, and Tiffany began to moan, her sexual
arousal interrupting her inquisition of Laura.
     
     "Ohhhnnn!  Oh Laura . . . you do that so good!"  Her
fingers scrabbled at the collar and lapel of Laura's blouse.
"You better get this off quick.  You know how fast I can
come if I get excited.  And you exciting me a whole bunch!
Get naked, Laura, so I can feel you."
     
     Together they hurriedly stripped off Laura's clothes
and Tiffany's trousers.  She kicked off her shoes.  Laura
unclasped her own bra and tossed it aside, brushing and
shimmying her own naked breasts against Tiffany's, one of
which was still damp from her saliva.  They embraced again
and kissed, now slipping their hands under each other's
panties, clasping each other's ass, Laura feeling her heart
and blood soar as she finally dug her fingers into the
springy miracle of Tiffany's round naked buns.
     
     "You gonna tie me to the bed now?" Tiffany asked,
giving Laura a coquette's smile.
     
     Laura raised her eyebrows sardonically.  "Do I have to
do that to keep you from getting away?"
     
     "I ain't going anywhere," Tiffany beamed.  "Sounds like
fun, though.  You know, rough.  Rough and hot and a little
mean.  I like that.  You take me.  Just take it, you know?
Just grab me by the hair and tie me up and really take it."
Her eyes went glassy for a brief second while she was saying
it.  "Just take it.  Unh!  Wow!"
     
     Laura briefly wondered if Tiffany were actually
inviting her to rape her, to rape her and ass-fuck her, more
roughly than before, no tongues this time.  Both of them
were wildly aroused by what she had just said.
     
     "Maybe I will," Laura said, reluctantly, still feeling
her way forward with the girl.
     
     "Go ahead," Tiffany's eyes glistened excitedly.  "Do
it.  Take it."
     
     Laura bit the inside of her lower lip, gnawing a raw
spot into it, contemplating the invitation.  "Okay," she
said.
     
     Stooping, she pulled the long coils of white nylon rope
out from under her bed.  Tiffany's eyes widened as she
glanced down at the rope.
     
     "God, you really are kinky, aren't you Laura," she
said, in awe.  "You ain't gonna hurt me, are you?"
     
     "I adore you.  I would never hurt you."  She quickly
slipped a strand of rope around Tiffany's wrists, pulling
them together in the noose.  "I'm going to take it.  Isn't
that what you want me to do?"
     
     Tiffany nodded slowly.  "Take it," she repeated.
     "Over here," Laura coached, drawing her toward the bed.
"Now, lie down on your back, hands up, like this."
     
     Quickly, she tied Tiffany's wrists together, then tied
the rope to one side of the bed frame.  Having her arms
stretched above her head and tied together at the wrists
pulled her small breasts up and made them more desirable
than ever to Laura.  Her tiny but beautiful body was
stretched out naked on Laura's bed, her thighs yawning
slightly open to reveal the shadowy pinkish glimmer of her
pussy.
     
     "You gonna do more than that, ain't you?" Tiffany
teased her.  "That's only my hands."
     
     "You want more?"
     
     "I ain't gon' let you take it, unless you really take
it!" Tiffany glowered at her, trying to goad Laura into
going further.  "Now, take it."
     
     Pursing her lips in determination, Laura grabbed
Tiffany's ankles and turned her over onto her stomach.  At
first she had been very tempted to proceed by tying up
Tiffany's wonderful little breasts, but she realized they
were really too small for that.  And she knew what she
wanted.
     
     "Hey . . . cut it out, turn me back over," Tiffany
complained.  "When I say take it, I mean take the pussy.
Not nothing else.  You hear me, Laura?"
     
     But Laura was already tying one ankle to the left end
of the bed.  Tiffany started kicking wildly with her other,
free, leg.
     
     "You let me go!  You let me go, you crazy sex maniac
woman!  Laura . . . I'm warning you, let me go."
     
     Even though she was kicking, Tiffany was small, and
Laura had no trouble catching the other leg.  It was
beautifully formed, sleek and shapely, very black.  She had
been so absorbed in the rest of Tiffany's small, beautiful
body that she had rarely noticed her legs, which were also
lovely.  After a minor struggle, she succeeded in tying that
ankle to the right end of the bed.  Tiffany was still
squirming and writhing, and her naked body was now more
desirable than ever, her legs spread-eagled, her incredible
ass high and round, cheeks clenching as she wriggled.
     
     "I'm gonna scream!" she hollered at Laura.  "I mean
it!"
     
     Laura realized that she probably did mean it.  In one
fluid motion, she retrieved the red ball gag from the top
drawer of her dresser and straddled Tiffany's waist with her
thighs, slipping the ball into the girl's mouth before she
knew what was happening, then fastening the small harness.
     
     "Ummgggphhh!" Tiffany grunted into the fat red ball in
her mouth, her eyes filled with fury.
     
     Laura bent over, kissing her ear, her neck, caressing
her smooth naked back with one hand.  "Didn't you want me to
take it?" she murmured.
     
     But now Tiffany shook her head.  She moaned in anguish
into the gag, her eyes desperately pleading with Laura to
stop.  It was one of the most sexually exciting moments
Laura had ever experienced.  She kissed Tiffany's back
between the shoulderblades, sliding her hands under the
girl's body and clutching her small breasts, squeezing them
and twisting Tiffany's plump, erect nipples as she kissed
more and more of her back.
     
     "I'm going to take it," she murmured.  ". . . I'm going
to take it . . . yes, take it."
     
     "Ummgggphhh!" grunted furiously again, twisting wildly.
     
     In only moments, Laura's mouth had arrived at Tiffany's
slender waist, after kissing most of her smooth, supple
back.  She moved her hands from the girl's delicious little
hard breasts down to her phenomenally round and springy
buns.  Again she caressed them with her fingertips, feeling
awe at the perfection of this beautiful ass, then kissed
each round ball and watched them clench instinctively as
soft, muffled whimpers rose up from Tiffany's throat to be
blocked by the red ball stuffed into her mouth.
     
     Now Laura parted the firm cheeks with her fingers and
began to explore the dark, deep crease between them with her
tongue, which brought louder whoops and throttled moans from
Tiffany, who wiggled her hips, trying to escape from the
intense sensations.  The thick, pungent, heady odor of
Tiffany's aroused pussy floated up to Laura's nose, and she
looked down at the inflamed wet blossom, below these
magnificent black moons, all runny and gaping and ripe,
ready to be `taken,' as Tiffany had hoped.
     
     I am going to take it, Laura told herself.  I'm just
going to take this first.  She had been enchanted by
Tiffany's petite, curvaceous body from the start, but this
time, with the girl tied up and struggling and whimpering,
she found it even more wildly desirable than before.  She
pressed the tip of her thumb against Tiffany's tight little
asshole, trying to loosen it up for the eventual
penetration, and Tiffany instantly went wild, thrashing and
screaming into the gag, as if she were being murdered.
     
     "Ohhhhh . . . baby . . . honey," Laura cooed to her,
massaging her firm round asscheeks lovingly, passionately,
kissing them, nipping the hard springy flesh with her teeth.
"It's going to feel sooooo good.  You are going to come so
hard . . . so many times.  Just relax, let me take it.  Let
me take it, you wanted me to take it."
     
     Tiffany shook her head vigorously, her eyes streaked
with horror, her muffled screams more hysterical than ever.
Laura realized that nothing could be as bad as Tiffany
thought this was going to be, and she bent her mouth to the
girl's deep asscrack and pulled open Tiffany's cheeks
further with her fingers so that she could get her tongue
down into the little wrinkled rosebud at the bottom.  She
had done this to Tiffany before, tongue-fucked her asshole,
and fingerfucked her pussy at the same time, and Tiffany had
exploded in fierce repeated orgasms.  But this time Laura
was only going to start here.  The girl had a very short
fuse, and so Laura carefully opened the little hole with her
fingers, pulling it open, and then inserted her tongue
gingerly, poking it in and out, until she felt Tiffany's
body begin to undulate instead of thrash around, and heard
her hysterical shrieks modulate into low, long moans.
     
     "Ummmnnggphh!" Tiffany moaned, first holding her ass
steady while Laura slowly tongue-fucked it, then beginning
to swirl it in a gentle rotation back and up into Laura's
face.
     
     She's beginning to like it, Laura realized.  I just
have to be careful she doesn't come before I want her to.
     
     Quickly her mind darted to her collection of sex toys
under the bed.  She knew the huge double dildo she used with
Charise and Jane and Deshona was too large for this
deliciously shaped little ass and would definitely cause
Tiffany more pain than Laura wanted her to feel.  Then she
remembered the regular-sized one, another fairly normal toy
she and Karen had used in the old days, before they
graduated to the really rough stuff.
     
     Perfect!  Still stroking Tiffany's writhing body with
one hand, she quickly fished with the other under her bed.
Since she had not used it for a long time, it was hard to
find, having been pushed to the back.  She even had to leave
the bed for a brief few seconds, spoiling the mood, jumping
down to find it, then climbing back on.  As long as she had
already interrupted the flow, she reached for the bedstand
drawer and took out her small bottle of baby oil too.
     
     Now she was ready, and Tiffany seemed to sense it.  She
looked back over her shoulder, fear in her eyes all mingled
with the intense sexual fire she was feeling.  She watched
as Laura poured the clear, slippery baby oil over two
fingers.  Again she began to shake her head and moan, but
her eyes made it clear she knew nothing would stop Laura
now.
     
     Laura, wanting to get them back to the previous stage,
bent her face down and kissed and bit Tiffany's superlative
black moons again, arousing her further, dipping her tongue
between the firm buns, tickling the little wrinkled entry
portal that she planned to invade momentarily.
     
     "Unnnnnmmgggg!  Unnmmnnnggg!" Tiffany groaned into the
gag, clenching her ass, swirling it, pumping it, clearly
wildly aroused.
     
     During all this time, Laura had not even touched
Tiffany's puffy, swollen, glistening pussy, but the girl was
frantically aroused anyway.  Now that Laura had got her back
to her fever pitch of need, she managed to slip the tip of
one baby-oiled finger into Tiffany's asshole.  She slid it
in an inch or two, feeling Tiffany's flesh stiffen.  Then
she moved it in and out, fucking Tiffany with it, loosening
her asshole, which would have to take so much more in only
seconds.
     
     "Ummgnghhiiee!" Tiffany wailed, again looking
desperately back over her shoulder, her body writhing and
quivering.
     
     Ignoring her, Laura slipped her other finger in with
the first.  By now Tiffany's tight asshole was well-greased
and it opened fairly easily to accommodate the extra finger.
Laura fucked her with the fingers more and more rapidly, and
Tiffany turned her head, pushing her face into the sheet,
mewling in a low, guttural sound.
     
     Laura grabbed the double dildo.  Hold on honey, she
thought.  You are going for a wild ride.  I know how fast
you usually come . . . like me.  This is going to ring your
chimes hard, darling.
     
     Laura worked quickly because she knew Tiffany,
especially in this overwrought state, would come fast, and
she, Laura, wanted to climax too, at the same moment.
Removing her greasy fingers from the girl's asshole, she
poured a little extra oil onto one end of the dildo, putting
the small bottle beside them on a towel.  Then she quickly
fed the other end of it up into her own pussy, so wet
already that something three times as big would have slid in
easily.
     
     As it was, she was so accustomed to the other huge
dildo by now-not to mention Marshall's prodigious monster,
or even Damon's long pencil dick-that this one felt puny and
insignificant.  Nevertheless, what was about to happen would
make up for it.  Without pause, she pulled Tiffany's hard
buttocks apart again and slid the oiled end of the dildo
into the girl's puckered, round asshole, only moments before
opened by her fingers.  She pushed it in fast, and Tiffany's
lovely little naked body shuddered as the thick prong, about
twice as thick as Laura's two fingers, penetrated her.
     
     "Ummffgghhpphhh!" she grunted into the red ball, water
appearing in her eyes as she glowered back over her shoulder
again at Laura.
     
     Laura had only a brief moment to linger on the sexually
stirring sight of Tiffany's beautiful round smooth ass with
the dildo protruding from it, the other end completely
embedded in her own aching pussy, the two of them linked by
this long, flexible sausage that would soon cause a
shattering mutual explosion.  Reaching down with one hand,
she grabbed the part of it that linked Tiffany's asshole and
her own cunt, and then she began to rock her hips forward
and back, pushing it into them, letting it slide out again,
pushing it deep again.
     
     Tiffany, almost in spite of herself, began to moan and
swirl her hips too, her body inescapably melting into
Laura's rhythm, a slow, sensual fucking rhythm, which
started slowly but very quickly accelerated.  With her other
hand, Laura managed to reach below the dildo and get two
fingers into Tiffany's pussy, a warm, wet, soupy mess of
juice and pubic hair and warm, slippery flesh.
     
     "Unhh!" she gasped, pumping it into them both more
vigorously, gyrating her hips, feeling the dildo slide up
deeply into her own pulsating furrow, pushing it deeper into
Tiffany's ass.  "Unggh!  Anngghhh!  Oh shit . . . oh god,
Tiffany!"
     
     "Unnnnnmmgggg!" Tiffany groaned, pumping back,
shuddering, squirming under Laura.
     
     Now Laura's fingers plunged in and out of Tiffany's
flooding pussy too, and she fell forward onto the girl's
smooth, silky back, kissing her shoulders passionately and
fucking her fiercely, feeling the dildo stab up into her own
body and knowing that a sharp orgasm was only seconds away.
She wanted it to last, but she knew there was no way it
could go longer than a few more seconds.  Both of them were
panting and moaning almost hysterically, and the bed was
again shaking and creaking, reminding Laura of the time she
and Jane had broken it while fucking just the same way, with
equal intensity.
     
     She wanted every bit of Tiffany's delicious young body,
wanted to devour and consume her and rape her and love her
all at once.  Lying on top of the girl's supple, writhing
body this way, with her naked breasts pressed into Tiffany's
back, she realized that she had to worry less about the
dildo popping out, and so she released it with her hand and
brought the hand up under Tiffany's body to one of her
breasts, squeezing it excitedly and thrusting even more
rapidly with her pelvis as she could feel both of them
getting closer, almost ready to come.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Unh!" Laura grunted softly.  "Oh . . . I
love to fuck you, darling.  Unh!  You are so unh! unh!
beautiful!  Ungghh!"
     
     Tiffany simply howled into the ball gag, her howls
completely muffled and strangled by the ball in her mouth,
her face grimacing as the first shock waves of a killing
orgasm struck her.  Her body stiffened under Laura, a clear
sign that she was going to come, and then exploded into wild
spasms.
     
     "Mmnngghiieeee!" she wailed, coming in fierce, repeated
explosions, definitely a more powerful orgasm than she had
ever had in Laura's bed before.
     
     Laura, doubly aroused by Tiffany's sharp climax, began
to come too, feeling a swelling hot bubble of incredibly
intense pleasure burst inside her pussy, as if punctured by
the jabbing dildo, filling her squirming body with
honeyfire.
     
     "Auungghhh!  Ohnn!  Oh . . . darling . . . oh!  Yes!
Ungghhh!" she gasped, mashing her sensitive nipples into the
smooth skin of Tiffany's back, feeling the second wave of
her orgasm wrench her.
     
     And as usual, Laura could not stop there.  She was so
consumed by hot, urgent lust for Tiffany's small, lovely
body that she continued fucking her, even though Tiffany was
obviously sluggish and drugged from the after-effects of a
killer orgasm herself.  But the long, thick, hard tube
sliding in and out of their pussies, aided by Laura's
insistent gyrations, soon had them locked into a second
fucking rhythm, slower, more relentless than the first.
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes," Laura panted, unbelievably horny
and lust-crazed, whispering in Tiffany's ear.  "I'm going to
fuck you again.  Again.  Unghh!  Yes!  Unghh!"
     
     "Mmmngguugghh!" Tiffany groaned, wincing, looking back
over her shoulder.
     
     But the smooth undulations of her body told Laura that
she was not objecting this time, that she too was caught up
in the incredible sexual intensity of it and careening
herself, as Laura was, toward another crushing orgasm.
Laura's fingers, slippery with warm juices, slid down to
Tiffany's nubby clit, rubbing it rapidly, in a fast swirling
motion, as she pumped with her hips, forcing the thick dildo
deep into both their bodies, fucking Tiffany roughly and
massaging her clit wildly, until in another few seconds both
were locked in the throes of a second climax, a wrenching,
jolting turmoil that shook them both to the core.
     
     This time neither girl could even scream.  Instead,
they collapsed together into a throbbing, flexing mass of
flesh and muscle, whimpering and gasping and mewling,
totally devastated by the shattering force of their orgasms.
Laura still lay slumped on top of Tiffany's back, but she
could hear the girl's chuffing, labored breathing and
somehow shook herself back to reality enough to get her
hands on the small belt buckle that fastened the harness of
the gag.  She loosened it, and the ball slipped out of
Tiffany's mouth.
     
     Tiffany gulped for air, still moaning and shuddering in
the aftermath of a horrific climax.
     
     "Ohhnnn!" she moaned, wincing again as Laura carefully
pulled the long, hard snake out of her tight asshole.  "Oh .
. . shit!"  She glowered at Laura over her shoulder.
     
     Laura pulled it out of her pussy too and held it up so
that Tiffany could see it.  The double dildo was still shiny
from its coating of cunt juices and baby oil.  Tiffany
scrutinized it as if she had never seen one before, this
device of sweet torture which had just given her two assfuck
orgasms in a row.  She looked totally destroyed by the
experience, wan and stunned, but she couldn't take her eyes
off the dangling hard rubber toy.
     
     "Laura . . . I think I'm sorry I ever axed you to that
Whitney Houston concert," she said, her voice raspy and
faint.
     
     Laura put the dildo down on the towel next to the
bottle of baby oil.  She carefully untied Tiffany, first her
feet, then her hands.
     
     "You told me to `take' it."
     
     Tiffany swallowed, chastened, raped, reamed,
overwhelmed by it.  But a thin smile began to spread across
her face.
     
     "I meant take the pussy.  You know I meant that."
     
     "I'm going to take the pussy next.  I can never get
enough of you."
     
     "See what I mean?  That's why I said what I said about
the concert.  You fuck me too much, Laura.  Damon don't fuck
me half as much as you do."
     
     "Are you sorry you came over here?"
     
     Tiffany pondered it, then shook her head.  "Cause now
I'm gonna take it from you.  The same way."
     
     Laura gnawed her lower lip, giving Tiffany a shy,
ingenue look.  "You mean in the ass?"
     
     Slowly, determinedly, Tiffany nodded.  "You bet.  Gimme
those wrists."
     
     Smiling, Laura extended her arms, offering her wrists
to Tiffany, giving her a hot, smoldering, fuck-me look.
Tiffany grabbed the rope, but she was new to this and needed
some coaching.
     
     "First loop it around . . . that's right," Laura
directed her.  "Then pull them together.  Not too tight.
You don't want to hurt me, do you?"
     
     "You hurt me," Tiffany glowered at her again.
     
     Laura leaned close and kissed her, passionately, her
hands now tied together but not restrained from reaching
forward and caressing Tiffany's small, naked breasts.
     
     "You never came as hard as that before.  Admit it."
     
     Tiffany nodded, dark eyes pulsing and hot.  "Never."
     
     "Now . . . are you going to take it from me?  Rough?
Are you going to fuck me in the ass?"
     
     Now Tiffany nodded more deliberately, squinting a
little.  "I sure am."
     
     She pulled Laura's tied-together wrists up above
Laura's head, jerking them up more roughly than Laura had
expected, and tied them to the same head post that Laura had
tied hers to.
     
     "You turn over on your stomach," she commanded, half
snarling it.
     
     Laura was enjoying the role of victim.  "Why don't you
fuck me on my back?  Then we can look at each other while
you do it."
     
     Tiffany grinned, very pleased with the idea.  She
wanted to watch the pain on Laura's face.  Saying nothing,
she began to loop the rope around one of Laura's ankles.
     
     In another two minutes, she had Laura's legs spread-
eagled, tied to each corner of the bottom part of the bed.
Laura, in addition to the excitement of being tied up by
Tiffany, got to enjoy watching the girl's tiny, beautiful
naked body through it all, watching her small breasts bob
and bounce, her sleek thighs flex.  When Tiffany was
finished, she knelt between Laura's splayed thighs to admire
her handiwork.
     
     "I think you better put a pillow under my ass to raise
it up a little," Laura suggested.
     
     "You full of good ideas," Tiffany said, eyes twinkling,
shiny with sexual arousal and menace.
     
     She grabbed a free pillow, and Laura lifted her pelvis
so that Tiffany could scoot the pillow under her ass.  Now
the wet, open, inflamed seam of Laura's pussy was totally
vulnerable, and being tied up had made the juices flow
again.  Her cunt was throbbing, and when Tiffany pulled her
taut little buns apart to reveal her asshole, she felt it
quiver and tingle too.  Oh god, she's going to do it! Laura
thought.  Whoever thought this sweet young thing would want
to rape my ass?
     
     "Now you gonna get a little of your own medicine,
girl," Tiffany said, taking the still-moist dildo from the
towel.  She examined it closely.  "What end of this goes in
you, and what end goes in me?"
     
     "Maybe you'd better wash it off, if you're upset about
that," Laura suggested.
     
     "Good idea."  Tiffany hopped off the bed.
     
     "Hurry back."
     
     This made Tiffany turn at the door, the big, long
double dildo still dangling from one hand, and squint-smile
back at Laura.  Her naked black body was wildly desirable to
Laura, who enjoyed the feeling of wanting to fuck Tiffany
desperately and yet being restrained by the ropes.
     
     "Why . . . you eager to get it in the booty?  You want
me to take it?"
     
     Laura bit her lower lip.  "I want you to take it," she
said, looking deep into Tiffany's eyes.  "Take it," she
echoed again, softly.
     
     Tiffany looked absolutely hypnotized by sex,
electrified by this electric moment.  Again she smiled and
went off to wash the dildo.  She returned a few seconds
later, drying it with hand towel.  Sitting lotus-style
between Laura's spread thighs, she contemplated her next
move.
     
     "I ain't ever done this before," she explained, looking
a little nervous.  "So I have to figure it out as I go
along."
     
     Laura was almost trembling, she was so sexually
excited.  "Put your finger in my ass, like I did with you,"
she murmured, eyelids heavy, breath coming quickly.  "Just
oil it up and stick it in . . . slowly."
     
     Tiffany made a face.  She glanced down at Laura's ass.
"I don't think I'm gon' do that."
     
     "Why not?"
     
     "I don't know.  Maybe I'll just take your pussy
instead."
     
     She smiled, suddenly very young, reminding Laura very
much of Charise, or Mavis.  She was only about four years
older than they anyway.
     
     "Can't I just stick this thing in it, without sticking
my finger in it?" she asked Laura, who was wildly aroused
but had a hard time suppressing her laughter at this
question.
     
     "Tiffany, it you don't take it soon, I'm going to
scream.  Do it.  Just get it in me."
     
     Tiffany raised one eyebrow.  "Something tells me you
liking this too much," she grinned.
     
     Now Laura changed her tactic.  She gave Tiffany a
smoking, smoldering look.  "Fuck me," she whispered.  "Fuck
me in the ass.  Please."
     
     These words had the desired effect.  Tiffany's eyes
widened, and she took the small bottle and began to oil one
end of the long double dildo.  The consequence of this was
that the fingers of her right hand became coated with oil,
and when she slid them into Laura's asscrack, they were
slippery.  One found its way into Laura's asshole easily, as
if Tiffany didn't know it was even there until she felt the
tight aperture enclose it.
     
     "Unhhh!" Laura gasped, eyes watering briefly.  "Oh yes!
Now fuck it . . . that's right . . . open it up."
     
     Tiffany's eyes widened again.  "It's really tight."
     
     She did as Laura asked, preparing her for the larger
entrant, fucking Laura slowly, methodically with her finger,
until Laura was so knotted up with lust that she feared she
might come before Tiffany inserted the dildo.
     
     "Do it now!" she panted.  "The other!  Now . . . do it
now!"
     
     Moving mechanically, as if in slow motion, totally
mesmerized by the event, Tiffany removed her finger and
inserted the head of the oiled dildo into the puckered hole
between Laura's smooth, creamy buns.  Only about an inch
would go in.
     
     "Twist it!  Ohhhh yessss!  Ungghh!" Laura coached her.
     
     Twisting and pushing it, Tiffany watched as more and
more of it slid into Laura's ass, until a good six inches of
it had disappeared.
     
     "Oh god!" Laura gasped.
     
     "It hurt?"
     
     Laura shook her head.  It did hurt a little, but she
knew from experience that the pain would pass very quickly
into a fierce, intense erotic sensation like no other.  She
couldn't take her eyes off Tiffany's delicious naked black
body, which made the sensation of being fucked by the
lovely, tiny girl even more intense.
     
     Tiffany was now carefully inserting the other end of
the dildo into her own pussy, watching her fingers intently,
watching the thick cream-colored hard tube slide up between
her glossy black cuntlips, slick with fuck-nectars.  Her
eyes rolled up, and she threw her head back, which made her
small breasts jiggle and thrust forward.
     
     Her eyes briefly went out of focus, but then she
regained control.
     
     "Want me to put in that gag?" she asked, panting.  "You
gonna make a lot of noise?"
     
     "I don't know," Laura gasped.  "Maybe you better."
     
     But Tiffany was already pushing forward with her hips,
and the thick snake was sliding in and out of their bodies,
pushing deeper into Laura's ass, stuffing Tiffany's tight
little pussy, her glossy wet black cuntlips clinging to it
like a mouth.  Eyes glazed and pulsing, she looked at Laura,
fucking her rhythmically, fucking herself at the same time,
leaning forward to get more leverage from her flexing
thighs, pushing and pumping, which made her small breasts
swoop out and jiggle over Laura's body.  Laura wanted to
grab them in the worst way and pulled instinctively at the
ropes binding her wrists.
     
     In just seconds they were into a rocking, fluid fucking
motion, both of them completely caught up in the
electrical/sexual current that linked their two quivering
bodies through the flexible rubber snake, and Laura realized
that the gag was only an afterthought now.  They would never
pause to get it.  She would have to control her cries, if
that were possible.
     
     And she doubted she could do it.  Tiffany was `taking'
it the way she had promised, leaning over Laura and ramming
the dildo into her with each strong hip thrust, gagging
softly and throwing her head back as it dildo also
penetrated her pussy deeply.
     
     "Ungghh!" Laura gasped as the hard shaft ripped into
her ass.  "Oh!  Owwnncchh!  Oh shit!"
     
     "Angghh!  Anngghh!  Rnngghh!" Tiffany growled and
grunted, leaning far forward over Laura, dangling her
breasts in Laura's face as she jammed her pelvis down,
driving the long rubberized rod deep into both their bodies.
     
     Laura chased the girl's shiny black nipples with her
lips, hoping to catch one. Tiffany, though sunk in a
grinding, panting trance of steamy, sultry sex, nevertheless
enjoyed teasing Laura, swaying her breasts over Laura's
lips, letting her hard, jutting black nipples graze Laura's
eager lips.  She planted a hand on the mattress on each side
of Laura's head and swirled her pelvis rapidly, fucking them
both into a frenzy of crazed need.
     
     "Unnngghh!  Oh!  Oh yes!  Oh god . . . I'm going to
come, baby!" Laura gasped.
     
     Still pumping and panting, teasing Laura with her firm
little naked breasts, Tiffany smiled down at her.  "Not any
sooner than I am," she panted.  "Here . . . I'll help you."
     
     She thrust one hand down into their nearly-mated
groins, both impaled on the fantastic, moving, flexible
rubber stalk, and rubbed Laura's wet, swollen, throbbing
clit with two fingers, rubbing it hard and fucking Laura's
ass, and her own pussy, even harder and faster now with the
double dildo, jamming her groin into Laura's again and
again, whooping and surging and suddenly falling forward to
bury Laura's face in her bobbing breasts.
     
     They both began to come at nearly the same instant.
     
     "Unnghhmmnngghauunngghhh!" Laura cried out as a hot
spear of ecstacy seemed to pierce her entire thrashing body
at once.
     
     Fortunately, her mouth was pressed against Tiffany's
chest, between her breasts, and only a tortured, half-
smothered moan escaped into the room.  A hot gusher of
liquid fire seemed to travel from her ravished asshole to
her throbbing pussy and then up through the rest of her
spasming body, completely overwhelming her, leaving her
gasping and whimpering into Tiffany's small breasts while
Tiffany herself lay on top of her, writhing and moaning as
each new shock of her orgasm wrenched her.
     
     "Unnhhhh . . . ohhnnnnnn!  Ohnnnnn!  Oh Jesus . . . oh
Laura ahhhnnnnn!" she moaned, her undulations finally
slowing as the most intense socks passed.
     
     Laura was still throbbing and quivering, and smiling in
sublime sexual fulfillment, with Tiffany's small, beautiful
body slumped on top of her, Tiffany's still-heavy breathing
chuffing past her ear, Tiffany's lovely breasts and gleaming
black nipples brushing her cheeks, her forehead.  In a
million years she had never dreamed that she would end up
tied to the bed and ass-raped by this sweet, artless girl.
She didn't want this moment to end, and when Tiffany
stirred, finally, and began to pull her body up, Laura,
whose wrists were tied and who could not grab her, begged
her instead.
     
     "No," she whimpered.  "Baby . . . stay, please.  Don't
move.  Let me feel you.  God, it felt so good.  Leave it in
for a minute, okay.  Leave it in both of us, let me feel
you.  I just love this feeling so much."
     
     Tiffany had been stunned by the experience herself, and
it showed on her face.  She smiled warmly and settled her
body back down onto Laura's, kissing Laura, moving down so
that they were face to face.
     
     "It was pretty good, wasn't it," she whispered.  "I
didn't think something that evil could be this good."
     
     "Not evil," Laura smiled.  "Not with you."
     
     "You know," Tiffany said, making a funny face, "it's
getting hard for me to like doing it with Damon as much as I
like doing it with you."
     
     As usual, Laura was both pleased and discomfited by
this admission.  She wanted as much of the darling Tiffany
as she could get, and yet the more Tiffany wanted to be with
her, the more scheduling difficulties it could cause for
Laura, who unfortunately had an abundance of other
girlfriends.  There was also the problem of Damon.  Tiffany
did not know that he and Laura had fucked alone, without
her, and that he would probably want to again.  In fact,
both of you fucked me in the ass, Laura thought.  I don't
know another couple who can say that.
     
     She half-winced at the irony of it, then quickly tried
to put it out of her mind.  Finally, Tiffany did pull away,
and gently extracted the double dildo from her body and
Laura's.  She untied Laura's ankles and wrists, and Laura
stowed the rope back under her bed.
     
     "What else you got hiding under there?" Tiffany smiled.
"Chains and a whip?"
     
     "Chains . . . now there's an idea," Laura gave her a
droll smile, letting the `whip' reference pass without
comment.
     
     She pulled Tiffany back down onto the bed.  "No more
sick stuff.  I want your pretty pussy, before you leave.  I
want to lick it and suck it and tickle it and slurp it."
     
     Tiffany giggled.  "You are the funniest lady I ever
met.  Talking about my pussy that way.  I'll give you about
another hour to stop."
     
     They coiled together sensually, and for the next twenty
minutes they enjoyed each other's body as completely as they
could, making love in a slow, painstaking rhythm that
contrasted starkly with the groaning, pumping frenzy of
moments ago.  When they came, it was a shared vibration, a
deep quaking shock of mutual spasms, not wrenching jolts but
implosions of spreading, glowing bliss that bled through
their joined, quivering bodies.
     
     Dreamily, they disentangled their bodies, unable to
stop kissing, pulling apart reluctantly.  "I'm so glad you
were just getting off work when I happened by," Laura purred
into Tiffany's neck.  "This really made my day."
     
     "All this fucking made me hungry, though," Tiffany
confessed.  "Maybe we can have a go at that chicken.  It
must be the rope or something.  Or that long noodle of
yours.  Wow, I'm hungry."
     
     Laura was hungry too.  They ate, and Laura drove
Tiffany back to the Safeway to get her car.  Tiffany
wouldn't let herself be kissed by Laura in public,
especially right outside where she worked, but she squeezed
Laura's knee affectionately.
     
     "My first time in the . . . you know where," she said,
eyes sparkling.  "Boy, that really blew the roof off.  You
gon' do that to me again?"
     
     Laura lowered her voice and her eyelids, giving the
girl a sultry, alluring look.  "Only if you promise to
return the favor.  I wish I could kiss you.  I wish I could
kiss your pussy again."
     
     "Careful," Tiffany giggled, fishing her keys out of her
purse and opening the door to hop out of Laura's car.  "You
gonna have us both back in the ropes again, before you know
it."
     
     "Oh, I hope so, Tiffany."  Laura winked.  "Call me?"
     
     "I will," Tiffany smiled.  "You spoiled me.  Can't live
without it now."
     
     Laura watched her, unable to leave, as she got into her
car and drove away.
     
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