[Yvette]

 

 

Laura spotted Yvette and Rhonda laughing together in the hallway at work, tilting their heads together, sharing an intimate moment that was so natural and relaxed that witnessing it made Laura deeply envious. On top of that, Yvette was incredibly desirable in a flowered dress that emphasized her deep black, preternaturally smooth skin, her long hair, her tiny waist, her peerless beauty. It had been at least two months since Laura and she had fucked in wild abandon in Rhonda's office.

Laura wanted her desperately. And her desire was made even sharper by the easy, obvious intimacy that Yvette and Rhonda shared. The hot, seething jealousy Laura felt was almost too much to bear.

But as the afternoon wore on, and she tried to forget what she had seen, she realized that her desire for Yvette outweighed her jealousy. She called her, speaking in a hushed whispered into the phone so that her cubicle-mates would not overhear.

"I miss you," she whispered. "God, I miss you."

"You do?" Yvette said, coyly. "Quel surprise. I thought you'd forgotten about me completely and were up to your ears in Sholandra Mason's very available little black pussy, which she seems to spread around freely to anyone who asks."

"You're mean."

"Oh Laura, of course I miss you too. But I have feelings."

"I saw you in the hall with Rhonda. It made me physically sick."

"It shouldn't. Rhonda is okay. Even you have slept with her, if I remember right. She's gorgeous and loves to fuck." Yvette whispered the last word.

"Meet me after work."

"I can't. Arthur's taking me to dinner. Then we have to pick up my little girl from her daycare."

"When can I see you?"

"I love to hear you beg," Yvette said with a throaty laugh.

Laura wanted to hang up, but she also wanted to rape Yvette.

"I don't mind begging," she whispered. "Please. I love you. I'm dying to see you."

"You're dying to fuck me," Yvette giggled, again whispering the `f' word.

"I'm begging, Yvette."

"I kind of miss you too," Yvette said, plaintively. "You love me? When did you decide that?"

"I always have. You know that."

"Really?"

"Quit toying with me."

"I'm sorry, Laura. Actually, I could come over tomorrow night. Arthur goes to his Elks or something. I could get a sitter. Would you like that?"

"I would be eternally grateful," Laura said evenly, feeling the hot itch already beginning in her pussy.

"I'll be there around eight."

When she arrived, the following evening, she was wearing shorts and a sweatshirt. The shorts reminded Laura of their first times together, since Yvette had spectacular long legs, and Laura had nearly died of lust looking at them. She felt the same way now.

They were long and smooth, tapered and silky black, with peerless calves and firm, shapely thighs, most of which were visible since Yvette's shorts were so short. She enjoyed showing off her legs, and enjoyed taunting Laura with them.

"Sholandra the little black ho don't have no legs like these, do she Miss Laura?" she said, dripping scorn. "'N fact, her legs be pretty stubby and short, if'n I remember. Right?"

Laura nodded, unable to take her eyes off Yvette's. Yvette posed, flexing them, pointing her toe, pirouetting, making Laura nearly quiver with lust.

Yvette pouted. "Aren't you even going to kiss me? I thought you said you loved me."

"I love everything about you, you little tease," Laura said, taking the lovely girl in her arms and kissing her sensual mouth aggressively.

Yvette finally dropped the pose and kissed Laura back just as hungrily. Laura's hands came up under the sweatshirt. She had hoped Yvette was not wearing a bra, but her fingers encountered the silky fabric and straps.

Their mouths came apart, and Yvette frenched Laura's ear, very intimately, breathing hotly into it. "You just want to fuck me, don't you."

"I just want to eat you alive," Laura panted.

"God, Laura, you're so hot. I've never seen you this hot for me."

"I've always been hot for you."

Laura's fingers tore at Yvette's bra clasp. She kissed Yvette's smooth, black, beautiful neck. Yvette was panting too with excitement.

"Don't break it!" she gasped. "He checks. He checks my underwear for stains, rips, broken clasps. Really."

Laura dropped her hands, removing them from under Yvette's sweatshirt. "You should have left it off."

"I forgot. I didn't think you'd be . . . raping me, for god's sake."

"You thought I invited you over for tea," Laura smiled, lifting the bottom of the sweatshirt up, up, over Yvette's head.

She tossed it aside, taking in all of Yvette's beauty. With her extremely black skin, blacker than any but Cecilia's, Yvette was infinitely arousing in her stark white bra. You are the most beautiful creature, she thought. How can I bear to share you with that cunt Rhonda? How can I bear the thought of her mouth on these beautiful round gleaming shoulders?

Yvette caught Laura's face in her hands and guided Laura's mouth into hers again. "We don't have to hurry," she murmured. "Not like last time, in her office. We can take our time."

"How long can you stay?"

"An hour an a half." She smiled. "We can do it all."

"I can't believe we haven't done this for months," Laura confessed. "You're so beautiful. I'm so crazy about you."

"You've been too busy screwing everybody else," Yvette pouted playfully. "I saw you in the cafeteria with that great-looking girl who works for Dataquest."

God, Shavon! Laura thought, unable to prevent a deep blush.

"She was making moon eyes at you like you had taken her to heaven about forty times with your little pink tongue up her pretty black pussy. But I have to confess I admire your taste, anyway. She's a lot better looking than that cuntface ho Sholandra."

"What do you have against her anyway?"

Red hatred came into Yvette's eyes. "She's got you and Rhonda both twisted around her finger, girl. She must be one hot little tramp in the sack, that's all I can say. She looks your way and your pussy just bubbles over, doesn't it. I caught her and Rhonda doing it, and all Rhonda could say was, `I couldn't help myself'. Like she was bewitched or something. You're the same way."

"You caught them?" Laura couldn't suppress a smile, or a soft giggle. "Gosh, I bet that was exciting."

"I caught them coming out of Rhonda's house looking like they'd just finished screwing the Red Army, that's what," Yvette fumed.

Laura tried to soften her by caressing her cheek, then letting her hand fall to one beautiful black shoulder, running a finger along Yvette's perfect clavicle. Then she bent her lips to it and kissed the spot where her finger had been. Yvette needed loving, tenderness right now.

"You are so beautiful," Laura breathed.

"You just like me for my body," Yvette teased softly. "You and Rhonda, just like men. You just want to fuck me."

"I sure do," Laura agreed, pulling aside the bra strap and kissing all the smooth black skin it had covered. "Won't you come with me into the bedroom?"

Yvette moved with her down the short hallway. "I hope you've changed the sheets since that ho was here," she said.

"I hope you've washed Rhonda's awful spit off your beautiful body," Laura whispered to her, kissing her inside the bedroom, pulling down the other bra strap, kissing that shoulder, unclasping the bra finally, letting it slide down Yvette's arms.

It had been nearly two months since she had seen these scrumptious, perfect little breasts with their gleaming, puffy black nipples. She scooped them up in her palms, lowering her lips quickly to them, but Yvette pulled back. Her dark eyes were pulsing in a hot whirl of sexual excitement.

"I want you naked too," she whispered. "I've missed you too."

Laura nodded. She pulled her tee shirt over her head, and reached behind to unclasp her bra. Yvette helped her remove it.

"Push your boobs against mine," Yvette whispered. "It almost makes me come just to feel it."

Before doing it, Laura unbuttoned her jeans and slid them down, kicking them off. She watched Yvette drop her shorts and panties, wildly mesmerized by Yvette's small, perfect breasts swaying and bobbing. Finally, Laura skimmed off her own panties. I know this is going to be fast, she thought. I want all of her, I want to swallow her and I want to fuck her so badly.

"Now," she whispered.

They looked down as their nipples brushed and their naked breasts pushed together. Then they looked up, their faces so close that kissing was all they could do, drinking one another now voraciously. They embraced tightly, pushing their entire naked bodies together.

"Oh god, if you don't fuck me, I'm going to come anyway!" Yvette whimpered. "I've missed you so, Laura."

They lay down on Laura's bed, with Yvette on her back. Now Laura scooped up the girl's small, beautiful breasts again in both hands and devoured them passionately. She realized for the nth time that they couldn't go slowly; they never did, not the first time. They were always too hungry for one another, and this time was no exception.

Laura sucked one of Yvette's delectable nipples deep into her mouth and pinched the other one in her fingers, unable to restrain her hot desire. She sucked more of Yvette's firm round breast into her mouth, filling her mouth with it, hearing Yvette's frantic moans. But she couldn't be gentle.

She sucked the other breast the same way, again pinching the first wet nipple with her thumb and forefinger. Yvette went wild, moaning and twisting, panting, gasping incoherently.

"God! Oh Laura . . . I'm going to come! Fuck me . . . please! Quick! Oh quick!" she gasped.

"Don't come yet!" Laura told her, releasing her breasts, kissing her mouth hungrily. "I want to come with you. I want to come together."

"Ohhnn . . . yes. Yes, me too! Please."

"Here . . . like this," Laura coached, turning her body so that her breasts dangled over Yvette's face, and her own mouth and one hand were again on Yvette's, her other hand in Yvette's soupy crotch.. "Now suck me and fuck me with your hand . . . oh god, yes, like that! Unghhh!"

"Oh! Oh god . . . Laura! Yes!"

Yvette was never shy or hesitant. With one hand she held one of Laura's dangling breasts and guided the nipple into her mouth, sucking Laura sharply. An unbelievably deep shudder shook Laura's whole body. Yvette's other hand found Laura's wet pussy and began rubbing it forcefully.

Together they sucked each other's breasts and hand- fucked each other rapidly, knowing from experience exactly what it took to bring about a fierce, quick explosion. In under twenty seconds they both came, hands flying, hips gyrating.

Yvette squealed sharply. "Anngghiieee! Oh . . . shit! Ungghhh! Oh Laura auungghhh! Yes!"

"Ungghhh! Oh god, honey . . . ohnnggg! Aunngghh!" Laura groaned, falling forward, her whole writhing body glued to Yvette's undulating flesh as a thrilling climax ripped through her.

It only took sliding a little further down Yvette's lovely, undulating body to press her mouth against the girl's beautifully-shaped pussy. She slipped her tongue inside it just as Yvette's mouth found her own pussy, and even though they were barely finished coming, they each began tongue-fucking heatedly.

"Oh god, Laura . . . please, please! Yes oh yes!" Yvette panted, her body quivering and twisting as she became quickly aroused again.

Laura was deliriously in love with fucking Yvette and gave in totally to her passion. Her fingers dug into the round, spongy flesh of Yvette's beautiful ass, and she stabbed her tongue deep into the hot-pink crease of Yvette's flowing pussy, flicked the girl's clit wildly, and sucked it, feeling Yvette respond frantically to the intense sensations. She herself was only barely able to keep her senses as Yvette subjected her pussy to the same intense caresses, fucking Laura with her finger too while her mouth tormented Laura's throbbing clit.

In only a few more seconds they both came again, at nearly the same instant. And this time their orgasms were not the quick, explosive type their first ones had been. Instead, they were long, throbbing paroxysms of intense rapture. Their naked bodies undulated together, quaking, and shuddering as they moaned and came unbelievably.

Afterward, they cooed and cuddled. Yvette was the third woman Laura had ever fucked, and their relationship was very special, even though it had had its ups and downs, chiefly over Chanitra and Sholandra. But since they were always doing it hurriedly in someone's office, this moment of relaxation was sweet to both of them, and they took advantage of it.

"The first time we did this, I came over twenty times," Yvette whispered to Laura, her voice still reflecting the awe she had felt then and obviously still felt. "You found my g-spot. God, it was heaven! I didn't want to let you go."

"Mmmm, I'm about ready to find it again," Laura nuzzled her. "You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. I just want to suck it and lick it until you come and come."

"Oh god, Laura, you're making me hot again," Yvette panted. "And I only have twenty minutes or so until I have to go."

"Then we'd better not waste them."

"I know you've . . . fucked a lot of other girls," Yvette said, seeming embarrassed to use the word. "Is mine really . . . the most beautiful? Like you said?"

Laura nodded quickly. "The most beautiful. Too bad you can't see it."

"I actually looked at it in the mirror once, after you said that the first time. Oh, it was a long time ago."

Laura smiled. "Then you saw what I mean."

"I guess so."

Laura pushed her onto her back and slid down between her silky black thighs. "I just want to lick it and lick it."

"Oh Laura," Yvette sighed. "I wish I didn't have to share you with all of them."

"I have to share you with Rhonda," Laura said, beginning to feast one more time on Yvette's exquisitely beautiful pussy. She had not been lying about it. "And Arthur."

"Oh! Oh . . . oh god!" Yvette moaned, giving herself completely to Laura's caresses, which soon had her groaning through a succession of shockingly intense orgasms.

This time Laura found her g-spot, remembering the first time, and Yvette was wrenched by a series of stupendous climaxes that finally left her gasping, her face bathed in tears of rapture, and her eyes glowing with love for Laura. She had not come this violently or continuously since their first time together. Laura swiped the tears away from her cheeks with the edge of her hand.

"It's terrible what you do to me," Yvette finally murmured, getting her voice back.

"My neighbors are going to think I killed you," Laura teased.

"I couldn't help it. I think I came six times, just then."

Laura nodded. "I know."

Yvette looked at her solemnly. "Rhonda never does that to me. And of course Arthur never does."

"How about John Scheinbaum?"

Yvette's eyes twinkled. "He may be fat, but his dick is almost as big as Arthur's."

Laura frowned. "That wasn't my question."

Yvette shook her head, laughing softly. "Of course he doesn't."

"Doesn't? You aren't still doing it with him, are you?" Laura made a face.

"Once in a while," Yvette smirked. "He gives me things. He might get me promoted."

"I thought Rhonda already did that."

"Higher."

"Great. Some day you might be my boss."

Yvette beamed. "Oh good. Then I can make you my love slave. You'll have to make me come six times every day, in my office."

"It'll be my pleasure."

Yvette pulled Laura back down on the bed. "No, mine. I get to make you come too. And I'll bet fucking me really got you ready."

"Oh god, yes!" Laura gasped as Yvette began to suck her nipples.

"Are you going to come quickly for me, or make me work?"

"Bite them," Laura gasped, looking down at Yvette's sensual mouth on her erect, wet nipples.

Yvette smiled and teased one with her teeth.

"Bite it," Laura breathed again, almost fainting from excitement.

She and Yvette had never really done much rough stuff. The closest they had ever come was doing it with Laura's big double dildo, which Karen had given her, and which she and Karen had left behind long ago for kinkier practices. She did, however, remember talking briefly with Yvette about Barbara and tying up, and how Yvette had been tentatively interested.

Yvette seemed reluctant. She held Laura's breast in both hands and toyed with Laura's bulging nipple skillfully with her tongue and lips, driving Laura crazy.

"Please," Laura said. "Do it. Bite it."

"I'll hurt you."

"If you bite it and rub my pussy at the same time, I'll come," Laura panted.

"Really?"

"Oh god, yes! Please!"

Yvette looked deep into Laura's eyes, as if she were being asked to do something wildly wicked, then took Laura's wet, swollen nipple into her mouth. Laura nearly fainted again with excitement. Her breath accelerated, and her body tensed, expecting the lovely pain that would make her come.

"Oh Laura," Yvette said softly, her words garbled since Laura's stiff nipple was still in her mouth.

Then she sank her teeth into it, gently at first, but quickly harder. Her fingers squeezed the globe of Laura's breast at the same time.

"Ungghh!" Laura cried out, grimacing, her pelvis shaking as she felt the first pulsations that would lead to a fierce orgasm. "Fuck my pussy!" she gasped to Yvette, nearly out of control with sexual excitement. "Fuck it . . . hurry!"

Saying nothing, Yvette quickly dropped her hand to Laura's wet pussy. Her fingers slid between the buttery open labia, and she rubbed the hard edge of her forefinger against Laura's clit. She rubbed it up and down quickly, then bit again into Laura's thick, pulpy nipple, fucking Laura more roughly than she had ever dared before.

Laura's body stiffened, arched, and she came in a shocking torrent, clamping her teeth down on her own wild groans.

"Auungghhhh! Oh god yes oh unngghhh! God . . . harder! Harder, honey . . . I'm going to come again unghhh! Unhh! Oh!"

And a sharp second orgasm wrenched her only seconds after the first. Her flesh clenched, and delivered up a shockingly intense climax that shook her whole body again and again, leaving her gasping and totally stunned as it waned. She blinked and glanced up at Yvette, who was massaging the nipple she had bitten with two fingers, her face stricken with guilt.

"God, it really makes you come hard, doesn't it," she said to Laura.

"Hard is one word for it," Laura sighed. "Having them tied up at the same time makes it even more intense."

"Oh god, you're kidding!" Yvette giggled, raising her hand to her mouth. "I mean, you told me about it once, but I didn't believe you. You mean tie these up with a rope?"

Laura grinned. "Maybe you'd like to try it."

"God . . . I think I would. You're sick, Laura. It sounds like so much fun."

"Want to try it?"

Yvette looked at the clock radio. "I've only got a half hour before I should leave."

"I can make you come three more times in a half hour," Laura winked.

"Does it hurt?"

"Is the Pope Catholic, dear?"

"Maybe . . . next time."

Laura shrugged. "Suit yourself." She cupped Yvette's beautiful naked breasts in her hands. "Personally, I can't wait."

"You're making me wet all over again. But it's too much to handle, you know, this late."

"You're probably right," Laura said, resigned.

But she had felt a new spark of hot lust deep inside her gut when she realized that Yvette thought it would be 'fun'. And as they kissed at the door, when Yvette was leaving, Laura was shocked and delighted to hear her mention it again.

"Next time . . ." Yvette smiled nervously, eyes glassy with excitement. "The rope."

Laura too flushed with fresh sexual excitement. "The rope," she whispered, brushing her lips one more time against Yvette's fantastic smooth black cheek before she left.