Laura's Story: An Interracial Lesbian RomanceChapter 284 free porn video

Joy was waiting for Laura, sitting on her steps when she arrived home from work, her long arms folded across her raised knees, her legs bare and brown and sleek (and long, long), reminding Laura of the sweet treasure that was hidden between them.

"I can't believe you just waited until I was gone and then dragged Carmela into your bed," she said, glaring into Laura's eyes with bristling hostility, but also a little reckless challenge.

Uh oh, Laura thought. Carmela wasn't supposed to tell her. She was supposed to leave that to me. On the other hand, I hadn't the faintest notion how I was going to tell her myself. She smiled down at Joy, unable to suppress the clear sexual warmth that permeated her body merely on seeing her sitting there.

"I didn't exactly 'drag' her, you know. Did you ever pause to think she might have wanted to... you know... ?"

Joy made a very fetching moue with her mouth. She looked down at the asphalt of the street, then back up at Laura, squinting, looking like a small child who couldn't make up her mind. "Did you like her better than me?"

"Oh, Joy." Laura sat down with her on the steps. "You know how I adore you. It has nothing to do with that. You know, she's very lovely, just like you. I know you know that. You've been to bed with her lots more than I have. You wouldn't want to deprive me of that pleasure, would you?"

Joy nodded. "Yes. I would. I want you for me. I don't want her to have any of you."

Laura leaned closer and lowered her voice, speaking softly and directly into Joy's marvelous brown ear. "What about all of us having each other? All at once? Now tell me that doesn't sound like fun."

Joy turned her face to Laura. A broad smile suddenly spread over it. "Really? Wow, I never thought of that. I guess I... would love it. Can we? I'll bet she'll love it too, the bitch."

"Why do you call her a bitch?"

"Because she tried to steal you from me. And she's so... fucking pretty. And she has those nice big titties, and that big ass. I'll bet you did like her more than me and you're just being nice. She comes fast, too. Not like me. All you have to do is say 'Let's do it, ' to her and she nearly starts coming. I'll bet you liked that."

Laura glanced around them, up and down the small street, at the windows of the surrounding condos, to see if they were being overheard. Joy had raised the level of intimacy, veering from what had been a casual conversation into more lively sexual accusations.

"She is no more lovely than you are," Laura said firmly, in a loud whisper. "I love your body. I love making you come." She spoke the last sentence in a much softer whisper.

Joy brightened. She smiled refreshingly in her usual coquettish manner. Laura wondered where she had got the idea that Carmela's breasts were large, or her ass. I guess it's all relative, as they say, she thought. Carmela certainly did not have an opulent body, though it was perhaps a little more voluptuous than Joy's lean magnificence.

"Really?"

"Really." Laura looked around again, conspiratorially. "Why don't you come inside and I'll show you."

"I can't," Joy squinted. "My dad's home. In fact, he's making dinner right now. I told him I was getting the mail." She held up her hand, which was full of bills and advertisements. "He'll be wondering where I am. I just saw you driving in the gate and thought I'd wait for you."

Laura tried not to appear crestfallen. She had a free evening, and the prospect of rolling around naked in the sheets with this delicious girl was very alluring.

"I'll bet you're glad to see him."

"I'd rather be with you," Joy said, smiling sexily. "Now that I know you don't like her better."

Laura shrugged. "When is he leaving again?"

Joy shrugged back. "Don't know. I'll tell you when I find out, though. Promise me you won't do it with her behind my back?"

Laura smiled indulgently. "I promise. I'll make her wait until we can all do it together."

Joy shivered excitedly, then stood up. "Shit, I don't know if I can wait," she confessed, moving down the steps and into the street, heading toward her place.

They waved goodbye and Laura went inside. She had not thought she was especially horny before this little encounter, but now she was aware of a throbbing, swelling pressure in her body, a need for release. She knew that she could lie down on her bed and relieve herself immediately while imagining herself coiled in a hot, writhing mass of black, brown, and pale flesh with Joy and Carmela, but somehow she wanted to save that for their actual reunion. Instead, she got out the video Stevie Archer had made of her and Laura fucking, the one Rhonda had discovered, causing such an unpleasant scene. In fact, Laura didn't know whether Rhonda and Stevie had ever recovered their relationship after it.

But the video was wildly hot, with both of them orgasming twice, and Laura watched it often, usually coming herself before it had been running more than two or three minutes. Stevie even reminded her of Joy with her long, lean, light-caramel colored body, her small, high breasts, her saucy little smile. This evening was no different from the others in the sense that she came quickly, exuberantly, and she even fell asleep for about twenty minutes after the sharp and jolting climax. It was remarkable to her how she could come just as hard and fast from watching herself have a climax as she could while watching Stevie have one. Thanks to the video, the rest of her evening was uneventful, restful, and calm.

It turned out that Joy's father did not leave on another business trip for ten days. This period of delay was very rough on all three of them, since neither could Joy and Carmela indulge in their hotly anticipated little orgy with Laura nor could they enjoy each other after school, as they were in the habit of doing. And of course Laura, who had Sara to occupy both her emotions and her lust, was nevertheless a little overwrought by having to postpone a sexual encounter that promised to be unbelievably thrilling.

During this doleful period, they both called her frequently in the evenings. Joy also accosted her now and then on the street between their houses, but furtively, since the only times she saw Laura were times her father was likely to be home as well. But it was Carmela who became the liveliest pest, though solely over the phone.

"I don't see why I can't come down there," she would whine to Laura. "Nobody will know. Even Joy. I can park way down at the other end, in the guest parking places by the gate. She won't know. I can come right now, for an hour. My brother says I can borrow the Pontiac. How about it?"

Laura was sorely tempted. She could think of few better ways to spend her evening than by holding this enchanting black teenager in her arms and then sucking her splendid black pussy into wild paroxysms of sexual release. Oh god, would I love to! she thought.

She spoke softly but firmly, in measured tones. "Darling, I don't think we should. You know I want to. But it will only make things worse with her if she thinks we're going around behind her back. I'm sure he'll be leaving in a couple of days. Then we can have our little party."

"Our little fucking party," Carmela whispered into the phone, half-giggling.

"Right." Laura could feel a hot spurt of anticipation fill her own body at the thought of it. "God, I can't wait," she confessed to Carmela, hoping that acknowledging her own impatience would make it easier for Carmela to bear hers.

Carmela sulked a little on the other end but finally gave in. "He better leave soon," she threatened, "or I'm gonna die of waiting."

"You just take a cold shower, darling, and everything will be all right," Laura purred to her. "It can't be that long. Look on the bright side. Maybe he'll leave tomorrow."

And the next day, Laura realized that miracles do happen. She believed Carmela would agree. Joy, who had taken a business card from Laura's mantel, called her at work and said that her father was leaving for St. Louis at three o'clock. He would not be back for three days.

Laura had meetings until six but told her she would dash home by six-thirty. Carmela, Joy told her, was still trying to think up some excuse to tell her mother, but was sure to be there. The rest of the day for Laura was an ordeal of suppressing her wild fantasies and sexual urges. By six p.m. she was frantic and seething with need, politely excusing herself from her work colleagues, trying to be rational, trying to drive carefully, trying not to think of the paradise of fucking with these two delicious teenagers that was in store.

When she drove into her condo complex, she did not see Carmela's brother's blue Pontiac parked anywhere, and her spirits plummeted. Nevertheless, she parked and hurriedly slipped out of her car and ran up the steps to her door. The fact that they were not waiting for her on the steps further panicked her, but she tried to be calm. She realized as she fumbled with the key that they would not want to draw attention to themselves by waiting on her very doorstep. Of course. They were down at Joy's place.

Hurriedly, she left her coat and handbag inside on a chair, clutched her keys, dashed outside again and locked the door behind her. Then she stood up straight and walked very calmly, almost casually, down the block to Joy's condo, as if she were just taking a relaxed evening stroll before dinner. She knocked softly on Joy's door when she reached it.

She immediately heard them giggling inside. Joy opened the door a crack and peeped out. She and Carmela could not resist further giggling, their merriment spilling over.

"Laura... what a surprise," Joy said, trying to keep from smiling.

Carmela appeared behind her, peeping over her shoulder, grinning with sheepish glee. "Hiiiiii Laura."

For a brief second Laura wondered if she had been made the butt of some stupid adolescent joke. Don't be paranoid, she told herself. "Hi, guys."

"Well, aren't you going to come inside?" Joy said ostentatiously, holding the door open wider for her.

They were both wearing their cheerleader outfits. Oh god, they planned this, Laura thought, blushing, also tickled to the core with happy lust.

"Don't mind if I do," she grinned at them, playing along, quickly slipping inside, afraid that all this playfulness would somehow draw the attention of the neighbors.

Joy closed the door behind her. She and Carmela giggled in unison again, and Laura began to detect a small case of nerves behind their pranksterism. They were willing and eager, but they had never done anything like this before and were a little shaky about how to proceed. She decided she would have to help them out.

"Did you just come from practice, or were you planning on showing me a little of your routines?" she played along, smiling with amusement.

They looked at each other and burst into gales of laughter. "We want to show you something," Carmela laughed, barely able to contain her mirth. "Come here, Joy."

She pulled Joy with her over to a clear space about ten feet in front of Laura. After another shared giggle that nearly went out of control, they began to do a little cheerleader routine for Laura, one that involved dipping, whirling, lots of arm waving and knee bending. This too got interrupted at intervals by semi-hysterical giggling, until both merely dissolved in laughter, their hands on each other's shoulders, the laughter burbling up maniacally out of their lungs, their eyes streaming. Java, Joy's German shepherd, was sitting across from them too, her mouth open, her face looking also happily mesmerized by this display.

Laura was absolutely consumed by stark, ravening lust as she stood there watching them. She had of course imagined how it would be to have them both together, but this was a paradise far beyond her feeble imaginings. Joy, taller and leaner than Carmela, was also lighter-skinned, her legs long and thin, her breasts high and bouncing under the cloth of her uniform. Her wide, sensual mouth was slightly open in an alluring pout, the gap between her upper teeth making Laura's pussy flutter. Carmela was much darker, shorter, but beautifully formed, her legs perfectly shaped, her body thicker and more curvaceous, her dark skin smooth and gleaming, her breasts moving too under her uniform but not bouncing since they were so firm. Her thick, puffy nipples made bulbous shapes under the yellow cloth that made Laura's mouth water.

Paralyzed by sexual desire, Laura watched them bob and dip and sway and flex. The yellow cloth and green piping of their uniforms seemed to accentuate the beauty of their young, athletic bodies, and their wonderfully exposed skin, the one girl so dark and glossy, the other so delectably caramel-colored. Laura wanted to lick their arms and legs and thighs and every other part of them she could see. She was devastated by hot, frantic desire for their bodies.

They smiled saucily at Laura, who had fucked them both and yet felt that she was seeing them for the first time. Something about them being together and putting on a performance for her like this made them seem entirely different and wildly fetching to her.

"God, you guys are beautiful," she declared, unable to keep it from coming out of her mouth, unable to conceal the fierce physical desire she felt for them both. She held out her arms to them. "Come here, both of you, so I can hug you... and kiss you."

Carmela acted coy, and Joy took the lead from her. "I don't know, Joy," Carmela said. "Do you think we should? Do you think she might try something?"

"She might want to do something nasty," Joy smirked sexily. "Can't let her do that."

"Well, you know..." Laura smirked back, "if the mountain won't come to Mohammed, then Mohammed will have to come to the mountain."

She quickly crossed the few feet separating them and scooped them both up in her arms. She buried her face in Joy's smooth, long, brown neck and let her lips travel up to Joy's earlobe, nipping it hungrily. Then she turned her face to Carmela, catching her mouth and slipping her tongue rapidly between Carmela's parted lips. Meanwhile, her hands crawled rapaciously all over their bodies, feeling their warm, springy young flesh through the cloth of their cheerleader outfits, finding the gaps where the tops overlapped the skirts and slipping her fingers under them to caress each girl's velvety soft skin.

While she was kissing Carmela she felt Joy kissing her own neck. "Laura... come into the bedroom with us. I can't wait."

"Yes," Laura panted, reluctantly tearing her mouth away from Carmela's, who was responding heatedly.

Still groping one another, they began to move in the direction of Joy's bedroom but immediately stumbled over Java, who was whining and circling around their legs.

"Oh god, she wants to play," Joy said, looking down at the panting, very excited dog. "She wants to be with us. Look at her, she's getting horny too."

They all laughed at this but were still unable to stop the excited Java from nearly making them fall.

"We can close the door," Carmela said. "She'll just have to stay outside and listen."

"It's no use," Joy said, stopping. "If we do that, she'll whine and bark. I know her."

"We'll have to go down to my place," Laura said.

Both girls went quickly from solemn despair to total relief. Laura explained to them that they would have to go one at a time, a decent intervals. No sense in arousing the curiosity of the neighbors. "I'll go first. Then Carmela, after five minutes or so. Then you, Joy. Another five minutes."

Joy pouted and smiled at the same time. "Don't you touch each other until I get there," she warned.

Laura leaned over and kissed her before slipping out the door, a long, sensual kiss. She was aware that Carmela was watching the entire kiss with fevered interest. "How could you think we'd start without you," Laura purred to Joy, tracing an affectionate curve along her smooth caramel cheek.

Then she slipped out the door and again walked in a slow, dignified way down the street to her own place. She could hardly bear the tension while she waited for Carmela, then for Joy. Carmela didn't make it easier, after she arrived. She immediately pulled the yellow top of her cheerleader outfit over her head and threw it on the sofa across the room.

Laura grinned at her, shocked by her boldness, unable to take her eyes off Carmela's scrumptious naked breasts, the dark puffy circles of her nipples soft and bulbous and shiny in the half-light of dusk. "You're going to make her mad," she said.

Carmela smirked, her black eyes fiery with a mixture of sexual excitement and disdain. "Let her get mad." She held her breasts in her palms, offering them to Laura. "Don't you want them?"

"God... yes," Laura swallowed uncomfortably. "But I won't have you two being so competitive. There's... plenty for us all, you know. Now, cover up and wait until she gets here."

Carmela tilted her head and smirked again, eyes sparkling. "What if I don't?"

Laura ignored her and peeped back through the slats of the venetian blinds up the street, where she had been looking before, wondering when Joy would come. Carmela joined her, pushing one young, springy, naked breast into Laura's arm. Laura could feel the soft bulb and stiffer center nub of Carmela's thick nipple brushing against her elbow. The sensation was electrifying. God, it's a good thing I have such self-control, Laura thought, or I'd be raping her this instant.

She turned from the window to Carmela, who again cupped her breasts in her hands, lifting them slightly, which was hard since they were so firm and out-thrusting already. She looked down at them, as Laura was doing, and brushed her thumbs over her thick, bulbous nipples, until the telltale tiny bumps sprang up on her wide areolas.

"You can have them all to yourself right now..." she whispered to Laura.

Laura was positively hypnotized by lust. She found herself wishing that Joy were not even coming so that she could fling herself on this delicious half-naked girl in a hot rush of ravening lechery and consume her utterly. She knew she should wait. She knew even touching Carmela would be enough to light the fuse. Carmela knew it too, as her flickering black eyes attested.

Fortunately, Joy arrived at that very moment and rapped on Laura's door. Laura quickly let her in. She glowered sharply at Carmela, looking at her naked breasts. This was a puzzling moment for Laura, for she knew Joy must have caressed and kissed those marvelous dark globes countless times and was probably as in love with them as Laura was.

"Cunt!" she snarled at Carmela. "Couldn't wait, could you!"

"Now now," Laura said, slipping between them, facing Joy. "She didn't mean anything by it. She's just getting ready for us." She smiled suggestively at Joy. "Maybe you and I should give her a little of what she's asking for." She raised one eyebrow.

Joy's face burst into a smile. Laura knew it wouldn't take much to get past her initial anger to her essential good nature. "Right. Maybe we should," she said.

Laura pursed her lips, trying to ignore the raging fire that had ignited her in her pussy. "This way, girls," she said, beckoning them with a crooked finger toward the bedroom.

Behind her Joy and Carmela started giggling again as they followed her. She glanced back over her shoulder to see Joy shedding her top too, then her skirt, Carmela likewise, so that they entered Laura's bedroom wearing only their panties and their shoes. Suddenly, she heard, in a conspiratorial whisper, punctuated by even more giggles, "Let's get her."

She turned just as they both attacked her from the rear, pushing her down on the bed and swarming over her. Though she couldn't help laughing and twisting as they tugged at her clothes and groped her body, she was also alarmed.

"Girls... girls!" she gasped, trying to fight them off. "Try to control yourselves," she laughed, batting their eager hands away. "And get your shoes off my bed!"

Whether this admonition struck some kind of deep parental-response chord in them, or they suddenly realized how wild they were being, both of them stopped assaulting her and sat up on either side of her. Laura, bleary-eyed both from struggling and from laughing, propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at her disheveled clothing.

"God, this stuff costs a fortune, you little devils," she said. "You almost ripped this silk blouse. Look what you did to my scarf."

She slid off the bed and began unbuttoning and unzipping while they watched, not really stunned but certainly chastened by her words.

"Sorry," Joy said contritely, reaching down to remove her sneekers.

Carmela did the same. "We were in a hurry," she confessed softly.

"No more of a hurry than I am," Laura grinned, taking off her blouse, her skirt, her lacy black bra, her half slip, and sliding her panties down her legs. Her small, perfect breasts dipped outward as she bent forward, and she could feel their eyes on her body as she again stood up straight.

"Oh Laura, you're so beautiful," Joy said under her breath.

"You guys could pull down the bedspread while you're waiting," Laura scolded them playfully.

Carmela was in the process of pulling her own white panties down her sleek, shapely black legs, which captured Laura's full attention, so Joy obligingly pulled down the bedcovers, exposing the taut white sheet. Then, being the last one to get completely, naked, she skimmed her gauzy peach thong down her thin, long legs, while Laura and Carmela watched entranced.

Oh god, I'm going to die of happiness, Laura thought as she approached the bed and stretched out on it with them on either side of her. They both scooted closer until the flesh of all three bodies was touching. She felt Carmela's warm breath on the backs of her shoulders.

"Who goes first?" Carmela inquired softly. "Have you done this before, Laura? What do we do next?"

Laura barely heard her question. She was in a kind of paralyzed bliss from the feel of Carmela's naked breasts pushing into her back while Joy's marvelous firm beauties were pressing into her own breasts.

"I guess you have to just do what comes naturally," Laura said, beginning to kiss her way slowly down Joy's smooth, caramel-colored, naked body. "Maybe we should both give Joy a little ride first, what do you think?"

"Mmmmm, sounds good to me," Carmela said brightly, quickly moving around Laura so that she could get at Joy's undulating body too.

Laura already had one of Joy's delectable, swollen brown nipples between her lips, and Carmela quickly followed suit, cradling Joy's other round breast in both hands and sucking her nipple completely inside her mouth.

"Ohhhhh!" Joy sighed, grimacing with pleasure, looking down at them both sucking her breasts, a sensation she had probably never felt until now: both at once. "Oh god! Nnnnnnnn!"

She began twisting and writhing under them almost immediately, and after nearly a minute of sharing her delicious breasts with Carmela, Laura began to slip south, knowing there was an enchanting, long, beautiful wet pussy awaiting her loving attentions. Carmela quickly took over where Laura had left off, now sucking and squeezing and tonguing both of Joy's stiff wet nipples.

Laura slid down between Joy's yawning thighs, spread Joy's inflamed pussy lips even further open with her thumbs, and was just about to sink her tongue into the warm, glistening pink pit when she heard the doorbell ring.

Joy did not even react, but both Laura and Carmela heard it and froze.

"Oh... shit," Laura said, softly.

"Do you want to get it?" Carmela asked.

Laura shook her head, looking up at her. "Just be real quiet. Maybe they'll go away."

Quickly she was sorting through a list of who it could be in her head. She knew it was not Sara since she had driven Sara to the airport the preceding evening. Sara was flying to Ann Arbor for a few days to help Dee Dee get settled there; or, more probably, to make sure everything was on the level, and that Dee Dee was truly back on the straight and narrow. Who else could it be? She had lovers, but none who would drop in unexpectedly.

While she and Carmela listened, the doorbell rang again. "Oh, shit," Laura repeated, a little more angrily this time.

Carmela looked at her patiently. Even Joy opened her slightly glassy eyes and stared at Laura. Whoever was ringing the doorbell rang it again, this time giving it three long jabs.

"They're not going away," Carmela said softly.

"Shit," Laura said, for the third time. She slid off the bed and snatched her bathrobe up from the chair next to it. "You stay here. I'll get rid of whoever it is."

She went down the hallway in her bare feet, pulling the robe around her naked body, running her fingers through her hair to try flattening it, to make it neater. Who the fuck are you? Why don't you go away? Why couldn't you take no for an answer? You don't know I'm in here.

She was pretty cross by the time she reached the door and peered through the little distorting peephole. There was Brad Dickinson, making a goofy grin at her. Oh, double shit, she thought, unfastening the latch, annoyed but unwilling to continue the deception.

"Why... Brad. What a surprise. Why didn't you call?"

He grinned at her and looked sheepish. Laura could see that he had probably had one or two drinks. It was the happy hour, after all. She opened the door a crack wider. It dawned on her that he clearly expected to be invited in.

"I... just happened to be in the neighborhood," he grinned. "Had a drink with a consultant in Glen Park. Thought it was just a hop down here to see if you were home. Thought we might have dinner. Sorry... were you asleep?"

Laura patted her hair nervously. "Not... exactly. Taking a... you know, shower."

She knew she didn't sound very convincing, but Brad was a little sappy looking from the drink he had had and didn't seem to notice. "Oh," he said. "I could wait."

"Actually..." Laura was desperately trying to think up some more excuses, perhaps some more plausible than the last one. She noticed it finally registering on Brad that she was wearing only her bathrobe. This piqued his interest considerably.

"I could come in and wait," he repeated, grinning. He lifted one eyebrow rakishly. "I could even use a shower myself."

"Oh... I..." Laura blushed, stammering, confused, and a little sexually excited too. Though she hadn't thought much about it since, she had enjoyed fucking with Brad. The idea of doing it again sent a hot little tingle through her pussy, already pretty aroused from the business with Carmela and Joy in the back bedroom.

In the split second it took her to understand this, she realized that Brad was looking past her, over her shoulder. At almost the same instant, she heard the telltale giggling. Her head whipped around just in time to see two naked, dark brown bodies dash back into the shadows of the hallway.

When she looked back, Brad was grinning more than ever. "Guess you're busy," he said. "Maybe I should come back later."

Laura was totally flummoxed. "Just... friends," she stammered.

Brad gave her his rakish smile again. "Must be some shower," he said.

Suddenly, she heard loud whispers behind her. "Laura! Laura... let him in!"

Laura blushed even hotter. She didn't know what to do. Usually, she could handle these situations with aplomb, but right now she felt paralyzed, wanting to let him in, wanting him to go away. There must have been a momentary suspension of time, because suddenly she felt both Carmela's and Joy's warm, delicious naked bodies pushing against her. She could feel the warmth of their flesh through the fabric of her bathrobe.

"Hi," she heard Carmela's voice, over her shoulder, flirting with Brad. "Are you a friend of Laura's?"

Brad suddenly got a little nervous too, shuffling his feet, twisting his fingers. "I guess you could say that."

"C'mon, Laura," Joy said in her other ear. "Invite him in." Then to Brad. "We're having a little party. Want to come?"

Loaded words, Laura realized. The three of them, all except her, suddenly burst out in laughter at the double entendre. Brad looked at Laura. Clearly his eyes were asking her permission. He would love to do it but wouldn't push it if Laura was reluctant.

Oh, what the hell, she thought. If he wants to jeopardize his political career by having a fuck party with me and two scrumptious little black teenagers, then so be it. I'm not responsible for him. He's a grown man. (Also pretty energetic in the sack, if memory serves, she thought. My ass still winces a little when I think of how he reamed it.)

She smiled, opening the door wider. "Care to join us?"

In the few seconds it took Brad to pass the threshold, and for Laura to close and lock the door behind him, the girls had vanished back into the bedroom. "Where'd they go?" he said, amused, looking around in amazement.

"I think they must be preparing a surprise for you," Laura murmured knowingly.