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Laura
by Randy Storm (email address defunct)
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A couple befriend a young black man who is surprised
that the man doesn't mind him fucking his pretty fiancé.
(MMF, bi, oral, intr, affair)
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Author Note: The characters, names, events and locations
have been altered to protect the innocent. Any
resemblance is pure coincidence. Except, of course, if
you happen to be one of the lucky participants.
***
In 1984, I got my first real job as photographer. I want
to think the National Cartographic Society offered me
the job due to my singular talent. But maybe they really
did it because I degraded myself worst than a Bronx
crack whore for over three years of internship.
It is not too difficult to assume that even an old son
of a bitch, like the Society's president, didn't have
the guts to let me go after I have repeatedly performed
for them, absolutely free, chores that an illegal
Chinese would refuse to do for a sweatshop. Or maybe it
was because I was black and they needed me as a token to
their racial ratio policy.
In any case, finally I was a member of a team doing the
damn cartographic survey of the Honduran Atlantic coast.
The team was made up of three Americans; Peter, Laura,
and me. Laura and Peter, were both older than me. Like
at least ten years. They had been working together for
three seasons. Somehow, they have ended up being engaged
to be married that next summer.
During that whole season, I felt more out of place than
a black man from Philadelphia in a Hollywood producer's
meeting. But, trying to play the gentleman, I always
make sure to give them as much space as the conditions
granted.
Unfortunately, the nature of our work, which required
spending days camping in the downtown jungle, not always
allowed for complete privacy. Many times we made our tub
out of the next running stream, and our toilet of any
available pasture. This kind of proximity generated an
unusual sort of intimacy among the three of us. I knew
how each one of them smelled after skipping a day. What
position they slept in, even if they farted in their
dreams.
If you have ever spent any time away from civilization,
you know, that after a few days of solitude a simple
trailer park housewife starts looking like Cindy
Crawford. You then can understand, why did I feel
specially uneasy about my whole situation.
Laura Flutter was more attractive than most regular
centerfolds. The daughter of a pure breed Cherokee
mother and a Scottish father, Laura was tall and swaying
as a renaissance maiden. Strong long legs buttressed a
small bubbly butt. I licked my lips every time I thought
of it.
Her waist so airy, it seemed close to collapse at any
time. The stomach flat and sinuous. Raven dark,
glittering hair, that hung, thick, heavy and straight,
down to the above captioned butt. The biggest, baby blue
eyes that ever shined against an olive dark skin. A
skin, which, however, could flush with pink tones when
she was heated, or excited.
She was, in every respect, perfectly exquisite and
seductive.
All three of us hit it off from the beginning. We worked
hard for days, then we partied, as much as that is
possible when you are away from New York City.
One day, long after work, Laura returned from taking a
dip in the local water hole. Her long, dark hair hanging
to the side of her pointed shoulders. The water dripping
from her mane dampened her white shirt until it sheered
the cloth.
All of a sudden I found myself, glancing at the best
looking pair of petite, light, perfectly rounded and
highly erectile nipples, in the south of Beverly Hills,
California.
My look was unequivocal, the response of my cock
alarming. But, to my surprise, Laura did not react with
shame, or with attempts to conceal her darlings.
Instead; she joked with Peter about me needing a cool
shower and continued to parade them proudly, not missing
an occasion to raise her arms above her head, while
mockingly smiling.
Peter, on his part, remained strangely unresponsive to
this game. At first, I resented that he would allow her
to torture me, with the firmness of her puffy tits. A
chest pushing so belligerently against the cloth that,
at times, they seemed to be threatening to pierce the
flimsy cloth.
It became clear that the tropical climate could not
merely explain for such prolonged nipple erection. Was
Laura maybe excited? One thing was sure, by now, she was
probably hurting from the drawn out erosion of her
tender skin against the shirt. Evidently, she was
enjoying her power to drive me wild.
That night, as we drove into the nearest town; Peter
silently behind the wheel, Laura on the passenger side
window, me between them, my placement an omen of things
to come. I pretended to doze off and leaned my head onto
her chest.
Laura lifted her arm and circled my shoulders, her
embrace allowing my face, to get ever so closely to her
breasts with every shove on the bumpy road. Through the
corner of my eye I saw her gesturing to Peter her
derision for the obvious, that ever increasing bulge
raising from my pants.
We rode into the seaside town of La Ceiba and looked for
the nearest bar. I pretended to wake up and followed
them into the tavern. Every man in the house clasping
his eyes to Laura's exotic beauty.
She was in a teasing mood, jokingly daring me to ask one
of the local girls for a dance.
"Come on," she joked, "no one is going to be able to
work until you get your system current."
Finally, I got up and marched into the nearest table. A
tiny girl, with a bulbous butt, a pair of incredibly
large brown eyes, ample lips (Just made to clasp
themselves onto a cock, I thought) and a more than
generous chest, had been giving me the come on for the
last twenty minutes.
Consuelo was her name, she was wearing a loose
embroidered blouse and a long cotton skirt that clung to
her figure as a glove. Soon, we were rocking the floor
at the sensuous rhythm of some Colombian dance.
My partner, as it is customary, grasped the hem of her
ample skirt and lifted it way above her knees, while
swaying her hips to the music. Her exposed legs were
tanned, thin, and shapely. Her shoulders, angled toward
me, offered the bounce of her tender cleavage. Our eyes
stayed fastened to each other, but I was aware of Laura
following every development of our primitive dance.
Two songs after, we were embracing in a slow dance. The
light was poor but I knew that Laura followed as the
girl's hips grinded against my crotch, in the sort of
lustful musical quasi-fucking that is so popular south
of the border. The local girl's head came to rest in my
neck. Both of my hands grasping her hips to assist her
in rubbing against me.
When the music stopped, I escorted the girl back to her
table. It is not wise to monopolize one of the locals.
First, you must detect if one's choice is going to
awaken the murderous intent of some indigenous jealous
maniac.
Upon returning to our table I found Laura, somewhat
aggravated, even jealous. "That was some display," she
said. "Where did you learn that coastal mating ritual?"
"It's been three years that I have been consorting with
the enemy," I replied making no effort to hide my
sarcasm.
"Does their pussy stink?" she questioned, only partially
joking.
"No less than yours after a day's work," I countered.
Peter roared with laughter.
"You gonna have to teach me how to dance Cumbia," she
offered.
I assured her it will be my delight as long as Peter
didn't mind. He only answered with a disdainful gesture.
As soon as the music started, I offered both my hands to
Laura.
One minute later, she was in my arms in the middle of
the floor. Her savage nipples eroding my chest. Her
legs, straddling mine as the dance demanded. Her crotch
a crushing presence against my lower hip.
While not totally floating on the floor as the local
girls, Laura's dancing ability was far from poor. Her
body swayed in a way, not less sensuous, yet more self-
conscious. Laura's head did not found the crevice of my
neck, but instead held my gaze with a mixture of doubt
and defiance. Peter, watched intently, but detachedly,
as her wife to be rubbed her body against that of his
younger colleague.
I was totally overcome by her proximity. The fresh musky
odor of her breath awakened a craving that drew me to
her lips. Her mouth, three inches from mine, was
arousing as the sight of a sexual organ. Laura's skin
was silky to the point of disbelief. Her slivering body
clung to mine as if it was made to order. As we danced,
I could feel her back tensing with the excitement.
Pearly bits of sweat formed between her breast. Her
breathing quickening as we both enjoyed the first full
touch of our body.
Around us, strangers watched our dance with surprise.
"Gringos that could dance! What a notion." Besides, we
made such a terrific couple. Maybe, even more than just
for dancing.
We returned to the table. "Are you bored Pete?" Laura
asked in her sweetest voice.
"No," Peter replied. "But what about if we go to the
Hotel and get into the Jacuzzi for a while?" Then to me,
"Wanna come?"
"I don't have my swimming trunks with me," I said,
giving him a way out, if that was the case. Being so
young, I was still bewildered by this guy's absolute
lack of possessiveness toward his fiancée.
"You can use my workout shorts," Laura proposed and she
stood up as if it had been decided.
Doggedly I followed. But for some unknown reason my
heart started beating faster. So strongly, I was afraid
they could hear my heart beat in the confined cabin of
our truck.
In the hotel room, I went into the bathroom to try
Laura's running shorts. The cut on the sides was very
high, hardly covering my maleness. Sickly, I smelled the
womanly effluence of their crotch. The pungent smell
was, both, soothing and addictive.
Reluctantly, I exited the bathroom afraid they will
consider it only take ten seconds to try a pair of
shorts. Laura openly sized my body. Her eyes draw the
contour of my shoulders, my chest, my legs, then they
came to rest on my cock.
She laughed. "They look pretty good on you," she
exclaimed. "You're a size four!"
Peter laughed too. "From now on, you can always ask
Laura if you ever need to wear something." He, in turn,
was wearing some sort of Speedo type bikini trunk.
Laura looked wickedly sexy in an orange spaghetti string
Bikini. Her stomach was incredibly flat, the mound of
her pussy so prominent, that it raised the fabric, a
feature I had only admired in women in their early
twenties. The semi naked Laura was even more alluring
than the dressed one. A singular mixture of girlish and
mature proportions. Because of the constant exercise
demanded by our job, her body was cut as that of an
athlete. Her buttocks were powerfully muscular, yet with
the roundness of a mature woman. The movement of her
muscles was visible under the tight skin, but only
slightly. One could tell she possessed the right
proportion of delicacy and firmness.
We went down into the pool area. Even when it was close
to midnight, there was still a folksy family playing
noisily around the pool. The parents enjoying the
Jacuzzi as alligators in the sun.
Peter, produced a bottle of tequila and offered me some.
I sipped a little and passed it around to Laura. We
didn't need to wait too long before the family decided
to retire. The whole place was at our disposal.
We sat in the whirlpool. Pete waded across from us into
the bubbling water. Laura sat by my side. The whole
length of our semi naked bodies touching. Her running
shorts swell in the bubbly water as a full bladder. She
mocked me miserably about it. Then she jumped in the
deep middle of the swirl, her hands resting in Peter's
thighs.
"I feel naughty," she announced with a devilish smile.
Arching her back she pushed her buttocks against my
knees, her hands moved forward between her man's legs.
Was she rubbing her cock? Pete's face showed a
mysterious smile.
I parted my knees, uncomfortable by the intimate contact
with Peter a foot away. Turning around, and pouting her
lips, she asked me to rub her shoulders. "I-I... don't
know if I should," I stammered.
"Oh, Peter won't mind, will you Pete?" she purred.
"I'm too tired to do it myself," joked the old boy, and
he added, "knock yourself out," while wrinkling his
nose. Content as a cat.
I didn't need too much encouragement. Reaching forward,
I found myself rubbing the shoulders of a woman, I was
almost sure, was in turn rubbing the submerged cock of
her soon to be husband.
Starting on her forehead, I ran my fingers through her
hair with a faint backward motion. Then, upward from the
nape of her neck. With the tips of my thumb I rubbed the
base of her skull. She closed her eyes and purred. "Hmm
Pete, you have just lost your position as masseuse."
Pete's was too busy watching as to register any
response, or notice the goose bumps that surged down
from her neck to cover her whole skin. Using the balls
of my hands, and being careful not to pinch, I pushed on
the delicate muscles of her neck and shoulders pass her
deltoids. Her skin was utopian to the touch. Kissable,
lick-able, suck-able.
She responded by placing my utterly erected cock safely
in the crevice of her buttocks. I worked one hand back
up her neck and the other down her spine, still pushing
with the ball of my hand. She lifted on the tip of her
toes to increase our cock to crevice contact. I started
considering the idea of pulling out my dick through the
side of my shorts and nailing her right then and there.
"Let's go to our room," Peter suggested. We all became
motionless trying to control our respiration,
perspiration and erections. Then we ran laughingly to
the elevator.
Entering the room, Laura skipped to open a wine bottle
they carried in their cooler. I sat on one of the double
beds my back propped by a pillow. "Hey!" yelled Laura,
"Don't seat on the bed with wet shorts." Then she added,
"Take them off and wrap yourself in a towel."
I must say, I liked her train of though.
Entering the bathroom I joined Pete, who was already
wrapping himself in a towel. Coincidence? In front of
him I peeled my semi erect cock. This was his chance to
stop me. He never flickered. A towel loosely around my
waist I resume my position in the bed. Laura plopped
between my legs, a wine glass in her hands. Pete lay
face down in the opposite bed.
I resumed my massage. This time with softer more ample
movements tracing the contour of her back, down her
sides and forward onto her flat stomach. As soon as my
hands touched her stomach, she laid back resting on my
chest.
Running my hands upward I pried my fingers under the cup
of her bikini top lifting it clear of her breasts. Her
aureola was very small and wrinkled, grabbing her inch
long nipples, I rolled them between my thumb and
forefinger, pulling them slightly outward in one
movement. She groaned and her face collapsed exposing
her neck. I ran my tongue up the length of her neck.
When I ran it around her ear, she turned her face toward
me.
We sucked each other lips in a lusting frenzy. Lifting
her right ankle over my leg, she gave me access to the
center of her want. Down ran my hand, looking to explore
the folds of her cunt. I found it wetter and hotter than
Amazonian asphalt.
Suddenly, Peter jumped from the bed and ran into the
bathroom. I froze motionless. What was the meaning of
this? Laura, continued to kiss me as if nothing had
happened. But I wasn't sure that my purpose was to break
this marriage and end up with Laura as a permanent
attachment.
Softly, I pushed her away and walked to the bathroom
door. Listening, I could hear some sort of whimpering
from inside. Was he crying?
"Peter?" I asked, "Are you okay?"
No answer.
Cautiously I pushed the door just slightly open. Through
the reflection on the mirror I saw Peter spanking off an
erection the size of a Polish sausage. "Peter!" I asked,
"why here?" I thought I owed the guy something in return
for the favor of letting me fuck his most regarded cunt.
"Come be with us."
"I'm fine," he answered and turned his back away from
the mirror.
Shrugging my shoulders, I went back to where Laura laid
sprawled on the bed helping herself to her pussy. Coming
to my knees between her legs, my lips touched the
velvety skin of her inner thigh. Her hands under her
bikini bottom never stopped rubbing her clit. She closed
her knees with the help of my hand.
Pulling off her bikini bottom, I exposed the most
beautiful pussy I had ever seen. Her slit was straight
and narrow like traced by the firm hand of a plastic
surgeon. No weird crumpled folds of skin protruded
between her cunt lips. The whole beaver bulged out from
her groin as a landing strip for an atomic cock. Her
pubic hair was sparse, straight and even darker than her
strand. The inside was surprisingly pink for her
cinnamon skin.
First, I just flickered my tongue up along the slit. The
clean sweet aroma raised my cock hardness to the maximum
point of the John Holmes scale. Laura mumbled some
intelligible words and breath rapidly through her mouth.
Very softly my tongue pushed apart the crease of her
clit. Laura's knees reached outward for the ceiling. I
put the whole vulva on my mouth, my lower lip rubbing
between her clit and her fuck cavern. My flickering
tongue ran from her clit to her relaxed beautiful
asshole. I cleaned it up with full tongued canine
slurps. One hand opening her butt crack, with the other
letting my thumb rub her, slippery, engorged, clitoris.
Laura moaned, "Oh God!" Women are so praiseful.
My mouth went back to work her love button. I flickered
my tongue at high speed, while pushing back the clit's
fleshy cloak; two fingers in the chute, two fingers
rubbing her right nipple, every set of fingers probing
at a different rhythm.
She squealed as a virgin. The intensity of her want,
expressed, in the ever increasing suction of her cunt.
Her hands pushed back my head. Then my chest.
Peter came out of the bathroom just in time to see her
go down on my cock. With Laura's legs straddling my
head, I pulled out my tongue and attempted to continue
eating her pussy as she sucked my cock. She grinded her
pussy on my face while sliding her mouth down the side
of my rod.
Jerking me off, she told her fiancé, "This is a big cock
Pete, a big thick black cock!"
He kneeled in front of the bed and they attempted a
kiss. Laura's hand still holding my dick, her hips still
grinding my tongue.
Lifting my head, I saw Peter caressing her back, holding
her mass of hair, even as Laura's head bobbed up and
down deep-throating my cock. I needed something else to
think about anyway.
Laura lifted herself of me and came to lie on her side,
facing Peter. In a repetition of the whirlpool scenario,
Peter lay next to her and she grabbed his cock. Laura's
hand then reached back to grab mine. She stroked both
dicks with her eyes closed.
Our hands ran all over her body as she jerked us off. I
kissed her neck while Pete sucked on her tits. She
moaned all the way. Soon, our hands made their way to
her pussy where Pete put one finger up her pussy, and
stroked her puckered asshole with another. I reserved my
attention to her clit which I rubbed with increasing
speed.
"I don't want to come," she said. "Oh God, stop!" Her
hips started a jerky sway that announced the swell of
her orgasm. Nipples' darkening and becoming hard. Pete
and I shared a smile of complicity. We increased our
pace.
"Oh, ugh, anha, anha!" Laura groaned. Then she came hard
with incredible trashing of her hips. We kissed her
long, touched her, stroked her. Warming the glow of post
orgasmic bliss.
Without stopping, Pete use his hand to guide my cock
inside her pussy from behind. She just bemoaned and
arched her back to take my cock whole inside her hot,
tight slippery pussy.
"Damn, he is so thick Pete," she groaned. "I like his
big black cock in me."
"Are you happy, baby?" asked Pete.
"Aha," she replied.
"Do you want him to fuck you hard?" he added.
"Oh God! Yes!" Was her response.
"Ask him," suggested Pete.
I feel her cunt tensing with excitement. She pulled
Pete's dick onto her mouth to avoid the issue. I slide
my cock half way out, then slowly push it back in until
my balls rested on her ass.
"Ugh, ugh!" she cried.
"Ask him Laura," demanded Pete.
She pulled Pete's dick from her mouth and looking back
at me over her shoulder, she pleaded, "Please..."
"Please what?" I asked, once more an accomplice in
Peter's game.
"Please fuck me hard."
In and out went my cock, very slowly.
"Like this?" I asked.
"Harder!" Laura commanded.
"Say it," I requested, and gave her a couple of strokes
as an advance. "Say it," I repeated, this time to my
slowed stroke.
"Fuck me HARD! Oh, oh, ugh, fuck me! Fuck me! Oh yes,
like that baby, yes! Oh God!"
I let it have. Long hard upward strokes at an increasing
pace. I could feel the tip of my dick hitting the hard
neck of her uterus.
Turning her around. I then climbed over her butt and
fucked her fiercely pushing downward.
"Oh hold me Pete," she asked. Between her legs, Peter
held her with one arm while jerking his crystal hard
cock with the other.
"It is so deep, ugh, ugh. Oh shit! Aha, aha, aha. I'm
coming, don't stop. Oh Pete baby, he is making me come!
Fuck! Oh! Oh! Oooooh!
Her orgasm was like a Tsunami. It just took her high
overcoming it all. Her cunt milked my cock much better
than a hand. I could see her asshole contracting and
relaxing with each wave of her orgasm. Pete helped her
by pulling hard on her hurting nipples.
After she finished, I pull my cock out and make myself
come between her ass checks, dreaming of fucking her in
the ass. Pete and she shared their tongues while I had
my fun.
Laura straddled my groin. Even when she was standing at
full height on her knees, there wasn't enough room for
my long shaft to fit between her moist groin and my own.
Even while wasted, I had not lost my erection. Laura had
to lean slightly forward and back onto my erection. Pete
again helped by grasping my steely rod and aiming it at
Annie's steamy love tunnel.
He watched, fascinated, as inch after inch my big black
dick disappeared into Laura. In a few seconds, Laura was
sitting on top me, our groins mashed together. Pete
watched very intently and closely the base of my massive
tool sticking out of Annie's snatch.
Pete slowly stroked his own cock as Laura lifted herself
up until just the mushroom head of my meat was inside of
her. Leaning down, Pete licked at Annie's clit, then
slid down to lap up some of her pussy juice from my
pecker's shaft.
I couldn't believe how this was developing. While I had
first thought that we would probably engage in some
double teaming, with one guy fucking Laura while the
other received a blowjob or some other similar
combination, I had never imagined that I might engage in
some sex play with the other guy. Not only that, but, I
must confess, I thoroughly enjoying it, at least up to
this relatively mild level of contact. I prayed he
didn't try to kiss me, because I knew myself unable of
kissing back another man.
Pete continued to lick both my shaft and her clit. Laura
kept lifting herself to give him access. Leaning forward
she grabbed my hand and directed it to Peter's nut sack.
He raise his leg to give me access.
I touched his dick without arousal, but with a sense of
communion and curiosity. I find I didn't dislike running
my hand along the soft skin, even knowing that I was
giving pleasure to a man.
We made love the night through. Different combinations
and positions. One time, with Peter massaging my balls
while I fucked Laura doggy style. Hey, I am as straight
as the next, but I though, I owed the guy.
END
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