Laura - 184
The day Laura was hoping for finally arrived. Mavis
had left a message on her answering machine. Two weeks had
passed since their delicious afternoon of fucking, following
their meeting in the aisle at Walgreen's. Laura had begun
to worry.
True, she had been busy sleeping with Stevie Archer,
Shavon, Charise, Jane, Earlene, Yvette, Randi. God, that
many! she thought, amazed, feeling a hot little tingle deep
inside her pussy at the memory of each one. If Mavis had
phoned, Laura would have had a tough time squeezing her in.
But she would have squeezed her in.
Mavis had not called, and Laura began to ache. Their
coupling had been very special. They had been soulmates
from the start, partly because Laura had fallen wildly in
love with Mavis in seconds, and also because Mavis was
experienced in girl-girl fucking due to having done it for a
couple of years with her older sister. Gosh, she must've
been only fourteen when that horny Brenda started screwing
her! Laura suddenly realized for the first time.
"You can't call me `cause my Mama'll find out," Mavis
half-whispered into the phone. "Sorry I didn't call sooner.
I have to be careful. Dying to see you, Laura. Can you
meet me tomorrow after school at . . . you know, where we
met before? I know it's hard to get off work. I'll be
there about four, if you can make it." Then her voice
dropped to a full whisper. "Laura, I dig you, I really dig
you, I need to see you." Then back up again. "Okay, then.
Bye."
Laura realized, as she rewound the tape to listen to it
again, that her heart was racing and pounding. She was so
excited, her emotions in a whirl, realizing that Mavis felt
the same way about her. She would have to leave work a
little over an hour early to get to Walgreen's in time. She
would have to drive.
And just as she was leaving for her car the next day,
hurrying out the door with her coat half on, she ran into
Rhonda.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Rhonda asked
knowingly. She looked at her watch. "A full day's work for
a full day's pay, right? You have that look in your eye,
Laura. Is she cute? Does she work here?"
"I . . . have a doctor's appointment," Laura stammered
hastily.
"Right. You have to give a gynecological exam to a
very pretty black girl. Do I know her?"
Laura shook her head.
"Just as well, I guess," Rhonda shrugged. "I only want
them more, knowing you're . . . you know-"
"What happened, isn't Stevie doing it for you any
more?" Laura couldn't resist, though she hated herself
afterward for saying it.
"We're getting along find, thank you," Rhonda said in a
clipped voice. "She has . . . commitments, and of course so
do I. So we can't be together as much as I'd like to."
And if it was that easy for me to fuck her, Laura
thought, remembering Chicago, then you have every right to
be jealous, dear. Who can tell whose tongue or dick might
be up Stevie's gorgeous pussy right now, eh?
"She's very beautiful," Laura said, feeling both joy
and guilt at being an absolute traitor. And I fucked her
Playmate brains out, too, she wanted to add. "I hope you
two are very happy."
To make matters worse, Rhonda began glowing with love.
"Oh, thank you, Laura. I . . . really care for her so
much."
"What about Sholandra?"
Rhonda grew remote. "She has been a little . . .
unpleasant. But we patched that up. She's really too wild
for her own good. She scares me sometimes. She gets so
jealous."
"I guess most of us would feel badly if a Playmate of
the Month stole our lover from us."
"I'm trying to . . . help her through it."
Poor Sholandra! Laura thought.
"I have to rush!" she said.
"Go ahead," Rhonda said. "Don't catch
anything." Laura gave her a tight
smile. What a thing to say!
She dashed to her car and drove like a
terrorist to Walgreen's. Mavis was waiting
by a mailbox.
She was wearing white socks and white
sneakers, a short plaid skirt, and a white
blouse with a yellow cardigan sweater. Her
hair was done in bows on each side, bangs along
her forehead (like Charise! Laura recalled
guiltily), and she looked younger this time
than she had the first time. As if I didn't
feel badly enough, robbing the cradle, Laura
thought. She's darling. God, a face to die
for!
Even more beautiful than I remembered it.
She leaned over and opened the door for Mavis,
who
quickly got in, looking around nervously as if
to see whether any classmates saw her getting
into this older woman's car. Laura, filling
the role of a lust-crazed lesbian admirably,
could not take her eyes off Mavis's sleek,
black, bare legs. Mavis's skirt was quite
short and revealed about half of her hard,
smooth thighs.
She saw Laura looking and grinned broadly.
"You like these legs, don't you, you horny
thing," she said, her devastating eyes
flickering with amusement and sexual
excitement, barely concealed.
"I . . . couldn't get you out of my mind,"
Laura
confessed breathlessly.
Liar! You've been fucking seven or eight
girls since
you last saw her! Laura could feel herself
beginning to blush with shame, long her clearest
weakness, and she fought to keep the blood from
rushing to her face.
"Thought of you a lot too," Mavis said, matter-
of-
factly.
"I wanted to see you sooner."
Mavis smiled happily. "Me too. Couldn't
get away. I have to watch after two baby
brothers a lot. Wouldn't do to be pleasuring
myself while they burn the house down, would
it."
"No. Certainly not. Anyway, my heart is
racing. I'm so glad to see you."
"I can stay an hour. We should be able to
do it three or four times in a hour, right?"
Now Laura smiled. "It doesn't matter how many
times.
I just want to hold you."
Mavis grinned salaciously, looking straight
ahead through the windshield at the traffic.
"And something else."
"And everything else."
"Good!"
At Laura's apartment, they kissed just
inside the door, leaning against it. "I forgot
how beautiful you are," Laura panted, kissing
her neck, her ear, her cheek, her throat, trying
to pull Mavis's shirt tails out of her skirt in
order to get her hands on the girl's marvelous
warm skin everywhere.
"You're gonna give me a big head, Laura,"
Mavis warned. "Brenda and I screwed a lot, but
she never told me I was beautiful."
"Sisters never see each other's beauty. I'll
bet
you're more beautiful than she is."
"She has bigger titties. Real big ones."
She held her hands out in front of her own small
breasts.
"Come in here to the bedroom," Laura said.
"And quit talking about Brenda. I'm your lover
now, not Brenda. I'm going to make you forget
her."
Mavis grinned, shedding her shirt completely as
they
reached Laura's bedroom. "You already have."
Laura kissed her again while Mavis
carefully unbuttoned Laura's blouse and removed
it. They helped one another undress down to
their underwear. Mavis wore plain cotton
panties and a shallow-cup plain white bra, so
common, so different from the elaborately sexy
underthings worn by most of Laura's bed
partners. Laura embraced her and slid both
hands under the elastic of Mavis's panties,
cupping both firm round moons of Mavis's ass and
squeezing them.
"Oooohhh, that feels good," Mavis said through
the
kiss.
Laura kissed her neck and shoulder, still
squeezing the full moons of her ass.
"You have a delicious bottom that I am going to
kiss
and kiss," she said, pulling Mavis over to the
bed.
They lay down together on it, and Laura
skimmed Mavis's cotton panties all the way off.
"I was afraid you might not want to see me
again, after that first time," Mavis confessed
shyly.
She was not ordinarily shy, and so Laura
knew she meant it. "Why would you think that?"
Laura said. "I love you. Mmmm, I love this
delicious body."
Laura unfastened her own bra, then Mavis's, and
they
both shed them quickly. Now they were
completely naked. Laura pushed their breasts
together, feeling the hard rivets of Mavis's
nipples poking into her own.
"I thought . . . you have so many other
girls probably," Mavis said, eyes burning. "Why
would you want little old me."
Laura kissed her with searing intensity, digging
her
fingers passionately now into the firm naked
flesh of Mavis's round, smooth ass. "I never
stop thinking of you."
"And then . . ." Mavis giggled softly in
embarrassment. "I got this pimple. You know?"
"Where?"
"Right here." She pointed to one
cheekbone.
Laura touched it, the dark brown skin
smooth and velvet to Laura's fingertip. "I
don't see anything."
"It's why I didn't call you," Mavis looked down.
"I
had to wait for it to go away."
Laura was overcome with love. She kissed
Mavis heatedly again, then dropped her mouth to
the girl's small breasts, toying with one huge
hard nipple before sucking it deeply into her
mouth, and most of Mavis's breast too.
"Unhhhh!" Mavis gasped.
"Oh Mavis, you are so beautiful," Laura
panted softly. "How could you think I could ever
get you off my mind."
"Unhh! Oh wow . . . Laura, that feels
good."
"And I'm going to devour this one the same way."
Mavis lay moaning on her side while Laura sucked
her
large hard nipples hungrily. Like Jonelle, she
had very small breasts, swellings really, and
very large nipples.
But the difference was in what `large' meant in
each case. Jonelle's nipples were huge soft
black buds, like Rina's and Trina's, swelling
fruit, both the areola and the center nub
forming a single bulb that swelled out from each
breast.
But Mavis's areolas were relatively small, tent-
like, and the thick, hard centers of her big
nipples pushed up from
the middle of them like jutting black bullets.
Laura lashed them with her tongue, sucking
and pinching them with her lips, until Mavis was
whimpering uncontrollably, squirming and
panting.
"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura . . . oh god, that
feels so
good!" she panted.
"It's going to feel better, darling. I'm
going to suck this wet little pussy of yours the
same way."
Her fingers had discovered that Mavis's
cunt was very wet indeed, and she quickly slid
down to it. The black lips were glossy and
glistening with warm juice, and Laura's fingers
pulled them open to reveal the shiny magenta
juicepit within. She was in heaven. This
beautiful teenager was hers, all hers, a
gorgeous young girl with a breathtaking face and
a sweet, virginal black body that had never
known a cock, only Laura's tongue, preceded by
the tongue of her sister Brenda.
She proceeded to lick Mavis's pussy in a
slow, skillful way that she had not been able to
use during their first time together, simply
because they had both been desperate to fuck and
make each other come quickly and repeatedly.
But now they had an hour, and Laura was not to
be denied her feast. She licked Mavis's sweet
runny pussy but without letting Mavis come, and
after about three minutes Mavis was begging her.
"Oh god . . . oh god, Laura . . . please!"
she gasped, pinching her own nipples, churning
her pussy up into Laura's mouth. "Oh please!
Oh god . . . oh god I can't take that, Laura!
Please . . . yes yes ohhnnnn! Oh yes! Harder .
. . please! Please harder! Unghhh! Unghhh!
Oh god . . . Laura, please! I . . . I'm going
to-"
"Not yet you're not going to . . ." Laura
panted, pulling her tongue back from Mavis's
swollen, hard little clitoris, which she had
been toying with cleverly for minutes.
She cupped the firm moons of Mavis's pretty
ass in both hands, squeezing the warm, resilient
flesh and lowering her tongue to the less-
sensitive wet crease of Mavis's pussy, licking
and tongue-fucking it tenderly. Unable to come,
Mavis drew back from the edge, her body slowly
twisting and churning less frantically, her
sighs and whimpers dying down into tormented
mewlings. She dug her fingers into her hard
young thighs and raised her crotch into Laura's
face, biting her lip, moaning, swirling her
pussy against Laura's mouth, loving every second
of this and yet desperate to come.
"Oh Laura . . . please!" she beseeched
Laura, raising her hands to the small swellings
of her breasts and twisting her hard black
jutting nipples sharply.
Laura took pity on her. The delicious girl was
dying
for her climax, and Laura could withhold it from
her no longer. She slid two fingers into the
sopping wet crease of Mavis's festering pussy
and began to fuck her with them, while at the
same time lashing the girl's swollen clitoris
excitedly with her tongue. About twenty seconds
of this was all Mavis could stand.
"Oh yes! Oh yes!" she panted, hurtling
toward a devastating orgasm. "Oh yes . . . oh
Laura yes like that yes yes! Ungghh!
Awwwonnngghiieee!" she cried out, coming
violently, her ecstatic screams filling the
bedroom, since she was far too transported by
her orgasm to remember, as Laura had taught her,
to push her face into the pillow next to her
head.
She came hard, her lovely lean body flexing
and shuddering. After the initial shocks, Laura
slid up to hold her while she quivered and
moaned, still coming even twenty seconds later.
Finally, the whirlwind was spent, and she
blinked and smiled.
"You do know how to make me come pretty hard,
Laura,"
she gasped. "I kept thinking, `Brenda never
made me come the way Laura do'."
"I'm so glad," Laura smiled, kissing her.
"Then you'll always want to come back to me."
"You got that one right," Mavis beamed. "And
now I'm
gonna give you my special, too."
She pushed Laura onto her back and began
making love to her. Mavis knew what she was
doing, and this time she made love to Laura even
more passionately than she had their first time.
This Brenda must be pretty hot in the sack if
she taught Mavis how to do all this, Laura
thought. A few seconds later she herself was
exploding in a hot, clenching orgasm brought on
by Mavis's clever fingers and tongue.
A little later, while they were cuddling, Mavis
came
out with another shocker. "Have you ever fucked
anybody with your whole hand?"
Laura tried to play dumb. "What do you mean?"
Mavis held up her own hand, then made it
into a fist. "Like this. Brenda used to make me
do it to her. Because I have small hands, see?"
She rotated her fist. She did have small
hands, small and beautiful. Laura felt a hot,
delighted little twitch deep inside her pussy,
as if she were imagining what it would feel like
to have that pretty black fist in it.
Mavis looked briefly down at the sheet,
unable to look Laura squarely in the eye. "I
was just wondering-" she began.
"Wondering what?"
"You have pretty small hands, like I do. I
was wondering if you would . . . you know . . .
do me with your fist. When I did Brenda, she
used to just die. She used to come like I never
saw anybody come."
Laura bubbled over with laughter, and
hugged Mavis hard, pulling her down again on the
bed. ""You, my darling, are a shameless little
pervert, aren't you," she laughed.
But Mavis remained serious. "You don't
have to, if you don't want to."
Laura kissed her warmly, squeezing the
delectable small
swellings of her breasts and pinching her thick
nipples. "I'll only do it if you do it back to
me," she breathed into one of Mavis's marvelous
black ears.
"Really?"
"You want to go first?"
Mavis's whole body was suddenly gripped by
a strong tremor, which then left as quickly as
it had arrived. She and Laura both giggled.
"Shit yes, I want to go first," she said.
She grabbed Laura's hand and raised it to
her very sensual lips. Slowly, she folded
Laura's fingers down to make a fist, then kissed
the whole fist all over in the most alluring,
inviting way Laura had ever experienced. All
the time, while kissing Laura's fist, her dark
eyes held Laura's, throbbing, inviting her,
beckoning her: stick this fist in my pussy and
fuck me, Laura.
I can't believe this girl is only sixteen,
Laura thought. The depths of sensuality she had
first glimpsed deep in Mavis's eyes when they
had met in the aisle at Walgreen's were really
there. She's as perverted as I am, Laura
thought, feeling a hot rush of blood
accompanying the thought.
She leaned forward and kissed Mavis, a slow,
searing
kiss. "Lie down, darling. I'm going to give
you what you want."
It was as though they had never fucked
before. Mavis's eyes, swimming and throbbing
with sex, were fastened to Laura's as she lay on
her back and spread her thighs, exposing her
delectable young pussy. Laura slid down between
them and began by sliding two fingers up and
down in the warm wet channel, opening it
further, hearing Mavis pant. Soon she had three
fingers sliding up and down the inflamed cleft
of Mavis's pussy, and Mavis was gnawing her
lower lip, whimpering softly now and then,
knowing what was to come.
Now Laura joined all four fingers together
and began to push them further into Mavis's
pussy, fucking her gently with them.
"Oh . . . oh yes!" Mavis whimpered.
She gyrated her hips slowly. Her delicious
black
thighs clenched.
"You want more?" Laura prompted her.
"Oh yes."
Now Laura joined her thumb to her four
fingers to make a wedge. She had done this many
times with Karen and knew by now just how to
slowly work her whole hand into the girl's cunt.
Mavis now was becoming wildly aroused. She
could see more and more of Laura's hand entering
her splayed pussy. She had done this herself to
her sister and knew what Laura was doing, knew
how it would affect her.
"Oh shit . . ." she gasped.
"Does it hurt?"
"Oh no . . . it feels wonderful. Unhhh!
Oh . . . yes! Unhhhh!"
"Honey, your pussy is so wet," Laura said,
feeling her fingers grow squishy and slippery in
the copious cunt juices that were flowing from
Mavis.
She had never felt Karen get this wet. But
the look in Mavis's eyes was familiar, a shocked
looked of total sexual delirium, a trance-like
stare of hypnotic pleasure mixed with some
discomfort. Laura had done it too, and she knew
it did not feel exactly good at first to have a
whole hand, no matter how small, stuffed into
your pussy. She went slowly and carefully,
working the wedge of her hand forward, feeling
the slippery aperture grow wider, opening for
her.
Suddenly, her hand slipped in past the knuckles.
"Ungh!" Mavis grunted softly, her eyes
suddenly blazing with fire briefly as she knew
Laura's whole fist was inside her. "Oh . . .
shit!"
Their eyes met and locked. "How does it feel?"
Laura
whispered.
Mavis again chewed on her lower lip. Her
eyes closed, then opened. Her sensual lips
formed words, but they wouldn't come out. She
took a deep breath and forced them a second
time.
"Fuck me . . . Laura. I'm gonna come hard . . .
any
second . . ."
"I know."
Laura leaned forward to kiss her lovingly
as she rotated her fist at the same time inside
Mavis's tight cunt. The same phenomenon she had
experienced with Karen overwhelmed her, the deep
intimacy of this act, the emotional connection
it forged between her and Mavis as she began to
fuck the girl with her fist. She knew Mavis was
so aroused that it would take very little to
make her come, and yet she didn't want her to
come too soon and spoil the fierce pleasure they
were both getting from it.
Also, Mavis's pussy was much tighter than
Karen's, either because she was much younger, or
because she had never been fucked by a man, any
man. But it was harder for Laura to move her
hand up and down, or in and out, because the
cavity of Mavis's pussy was shallow and tight.
Of course, the tightness made the sensations
nearly unbearably erotic for Mavis, who quickly
began to moan and writhe, her face contorted in
a strange expression of part agony, part
unbelievable pleasure.
Even though she wanted to continue kissing her
while
she fucked her, it was impossible. Laura needed
to slide back between Mavis's spread thighs in
order to get proper leverage, and to avoid
cramping her own arm muscles.
"Oh god! Ungghhh! Oh god! Oh shit . . . oh
god
Laura! Ungghh!" Mavis panted uncontrollably.
"Is it good? Is it good, honey?"
"Oh god, yes! Unhhh! Oh! Yes . . . do it
hard! I . . . I-"
Laura began to fist-fuck her a little harder
than she
really wanted to. But Mavis begged for it, and
she was delirious with wild fuck-hunger now,
pumping her groin up into Laura's fist, gagging
helplessly as Laura plunged it deeper and deeper
into her pussy. Her lean, sleek, young black
body was so ravishing as she flexed and
undulated in a frenzy of delirious lust that
Laura could hardly control herself. She tried
to hold back, but Mavis was out of control,
churning and whinnying softly, her face torn by
excruciating rapture.
She began to come almost without warning.
Her beautiful face froze, and Laura could
actually feel through her bunched-up fingers
inside Mavis's cunt that a series of convulsions
were beginning to shake the girl from the inside
out. Mavis actually reached down with both
hands and grabbed Laura's forearm where it
protruded from her pussy.
Insane with lust, she held Laura's arm and
jammed her pussy down on Laura's fist, tossing
her head from side to side and groaning in agony
as a shattering orgasm gripped her glossy,
flexing body. The bed shook so much that Laura
briefly feared it might come apart. Still
fiercely clutching Laura's forearm, Mavis arched
her back and shuddered through a truly crushing
climax.
"Awwonngggg! Ohnngghh oh shit oh shit
ohhnggg awwwongghhh!" she groaned, coming and
coming, flexing, twisting, then moaning as
another spasm shook her flesh.
It was definitely one of the most overpowering
sexual
experiences Laura had ever been a part of. She
had been with lovers who briefly passed out
during an orgasm. She had been with Jonelle,
who often seemed in danger of dying when she
came. She had joined with Karen, and now
Earlene, in sadomasochistic multiple orgasms of
excruciating intensity. But none of that had
been more intense than this orgasm Mavis had.
Finally, the girl released Laura's forearm
and collapsed onto her back, gasping and
moaning, whimpering softly as Laura extricated
her hand as carefully as possible. So intense
was the emotional undercurrent of this moment
that she didn't even want to wipe off her hand
on the sheet. Instead, she licked Mavis's cunt
juices off slowly, deliberately, making sure
Mavis saw her doing it.
Slowly Mavis's face returned to normal.
Her breathing did too. She watched intently as
Laura licked her own fingers. Then she scowled
satirically.
"You ain't kissing me with that mouth until you
Listerine it out," she said.
"What a thing to say," Laura winked. "I
just made you come harder than you ever did in
your life."
Mavis nodded in agreement. "I know. Now I know
why
Brenda kept wanting me to do it to her."
"I didn't hurt you, did I?"
Mavis giggled. "I was going so hard I
thought I might break your fist off inside me.
You didn't hurt me at all. But I'm sorry about
your neighbors. I . . . I just couldn't stop."
"I know."
"You've done that before, haven't you. I mean,
with
others?"
"One other." Laura was referring in her
mind to Karen. She had also done it with Cecilia
and Earlene, but it was too damaging to the
image she wanted to present to Mavis to admit
such extensive perversion.
"Did she come like me?"
"Not close," Laura shook her head.
Now a devilish spark came alive in Mavis's
knowing
eyes. "Brenda used to come like that when I did
her.
Betcha if I do you, I can make you come that
way."
Laura reached down and took Mavis's hand,
pulling it up to her lips, kissing it all over
sensually. "I'd love to see you try," she said
softly, in her sultriest voice.
She stretched out on her back and let Mavis
make love to her. Even though they had fucked
heatedly both last time and this time, she still
couldn't get over the fact that Mavis was only
sixteen, and had learned how to do all this when
she had to have been only fourteen, with her
older sister. Because Mavis was no novice.
She knew how to make Laura's body respond. She
also
loved it and lingered over Laura's naked flesh,
exploring Laura's body with a slow sensuality
that was rare and exciting. By the time her
mouth and her hands reached Laura's pussy, Laura
was twisting and whimpering softly, undulating,
anticipating a sharp and stirring orgasm. She
began to moan as Mavis slipped two fingers up
into her slippery warm channel.
"Ohhhhnnn . . . oh yes!" she panted. "Grab
me those pillows, honey." She pointed to two
extra pillows she always kept on the huge bed
for just such moments as this. "I want to
watch."
Mavis tossed her the pillows, grinning. "You
want to
see me put my arm up into your pretty pink
pussy, don't you," she purred.
"Yes . . . god . . . oh yes! Unhhh!" she
grunted softly as Mavis formed her hand into a
wedge, pushing it into Laura's pussy harder.
The next minute or so for Laura was a
sublime experience, both sexual and emotional.
Mavis was unlike Karen or Earlene, who were both
devotees of pain and the intensity it brought.
She was more open and spontaneous like Cecilia,
in this circumstance, but with a skill and
history Cecilia didn't yet have when she and
Laura had engaged in this practice. Mavis was
slow, deliberate, and loving in the way she
fucked Laura with her hand, pushing it in
patiently, until suddenly it slid inside.
"Owwnnggg!" Laura groaned, wincing but at
the same time feeling her body fill with wildly
scintillating sexual excitement.
Mavis looked up at her. "Hurt?"
Laura shook her head rapidly. She couldn't take
her
eyes off Mavis's slim black arm protruding from
her own pussy. Oh god, I love this girl! she
thought.
The same shocking, overpowering intimacy she had
felt
with the others washed over her now, and she
could see from the look on Mavis's face that she
had felt it too.
Laura voice shook. "You better fuck me,
honey, because I'm going to come anyway."
"I know," Mavis grinned.
Slowly, she began to rotate her hand inside
Laura's cunt, folding in her fingers to make a
fist. Then she pushed it in and out, sending
Laura into a brief delirium of lust. Her eyes
fluttered shut, and she fell back into the
pillows, thrusting with her hips, meeting
Mavis's fist halfway. She heard a soft,
demented, crazy moaning in the near distance and
realized it was her own.
Time seemed to mean nothing. Everything
was obliterated but this rhythmic, slow, very
intense and yet tender fucking, with Mavis's
fist sliding deep into Laura's cunt, then
pulling back, then sliding in deep again. Laura
had no idea how long it went on, but she
realized through the warm cloud of very intense
sensations that enveloped her that Mavis had
done an extraordinary thing, something Laura
herself had never thought of.
Mavis dropped her face to Laura's crotch, and
then
Laura could feel her tongue and her lips on her
clit, teasing and sucking it, making Laura
nearly die of pleasure. Fisting was such a
potentially violent act, and yet this lovely
young girl was kissing Laura's swollen clitoris
in the middle of it, kissing and laving it
tenderly with her tongue, until Laura came as a
result. The tempo increased, and the clit-
sucking increased, and Laura was suddenly
crushed by a violent seizure of intense coming
that almost made her pass out.
The orgasm was wrenching and long-lasting,
and Laura was completely shattered by it. She
took several minutes to revive, and then noticed
that Mavis had not moved. Her fist was still
planted inside Laura's throbbing pussy, and she
was grinning happily, her mouth still inches
from Laura's groin.
"Want another one?" she asked, devilishly.
"Oh god . . . I think I would die on the spot,"
Laura
confessed.
She bit her lower lip as Mavis carefully
extracted her hand. It was wet, as Laura's had
been.
"You want me to wipe this on the sheet, or
should I get a towel?" Mavis asked, ever
practical.
"I want you to kiss me, you darling," Laura
said,
grabbing her other hand and pulled her down so
that they were face to face. "I love you. I
love what you just did to me."
Again the devilish smiled. "I kinda enjoyed it
myself, if you want to know the truth."
Laura embraced her tightly and kissed her
passionately. What started as a kiss of
gratitude quickly turned into another searing
preliminary to fucking, but this time, having
fisted each other into fierce, wrenching
climaxes, they were more inclined to coil
together in a love rhythm. They caressed one
another tenderly, undulating, tasting, probing,
finally winding up in a very sensual sixty-nine.
They prolonged it as long as they could, then
surrendered to their needs and came again in
hot, melting waves, groaning together and
quivering in a long dying fall of spent passion.
In the middle of their sensual cuddling
after this explosion, Mavis glanced at the
bedside clock. "Oh shit, my Mamma gonna be home
in five minutes," she said.
She was off the bed in an instant,
gathering up her clothes and pulling them on.
Laura dressed almost as fast.
"Don't worry. I'll get you there on time. It
isn't
far."
From a thrilling sexual woman, Mavis became a
scared
child, frightened of her mother's reaction, in a
few seconds. "Come on, Laura, come on," she
urged.
They dashed together downstairs to Laura's
car. Laura dropped her off a half block from
her house. "Call me, Mavis," she said as Mavis
scooted out the car door.
"I will."
"I love you, Mavis."
Now Mavis flashed Laura one last devastating
grin,
filled with a resonating knowledge of all they
had done together. "Me too you," she said
softly, making the words with her incredibly
sensual lips, as if she were in danger of being
overheard, though there was no one in sight.
Laura watched her walk home, swinging her book
bag at
her side.