Chapter 213

     
     
     As she drove down to Burlingame later that afternoon to
spend the rest of the weekend with Deshona, Laura wondered
if she were slipping.  Am I getting older? she thought.  She
and Brenda, while fucking with fierce, incendiary
enthusiasm, had only had three climaxes each.  And even
though Laura could still feel the after effects, especially
the gentle throbbing that was left over from being fist-
fucked, she knew that in the past she had had twenty or more
orgasms on similar occasions.
     
     I'm twenty-nine, she thought.  Am I slowing down?
     
     But her fears were laid to rest by the next twenty-four
hours.  Deshona, who had been curiously aloof, cold, remote,
and reserved, even demure, when Laura had first known her,
was, now that they were lovers (and true-love lovers, at
that), an almost insatiable fuck-slut.  They locked the dog
in the other portion of Deshona's large house and then
fucked each other senseless for the rest of Saturday and
most of Sunday.
     
     By the time Laura returned home late Sunday afternoon,
she was pooped and ready for an early bedtime.  But when she
got out of her car, she found Mavis standing by the lobby
door to her building, outside behind a tall bush.
     
     "You finally decided to come home, eh?" Mavis said, her
dark, devastating eyes flashing with mischief.  "Shit, I
been waiting for you forever."
     
     "Mavis!"
     
     Laura's heart actually took a small leap.  Mavis was
wearing a big, loose, white sweater, too big for her, with
the collar rolled up around her neck and the sleeves
drooping past her hands.  But she looked shockingly lovely,
and Laura's heart was pinched by how much she had missed
her.
     
     "God, are you a sight for sore eyes," she said.
     
     "Bet you say that to all the girls.  You got a neighbor
in here named Jane?  You know her?"
     
     Uh oh, Laura thought.
     
     "Kinda good-looking in a nasty-ass sort of way?  A
sister?  She's about my age?"
     
     "Yes . . . I know her . . . mother," Laura added.  "And
her."
     
     "She came by here on her way in the door and axed me if
I was waiting for you.  I don't know how she got that idea.
Then she starts going crazy, saying things like `I'll come
and find you and hurt you bad if you let Laura stick her
tongue up that little nigger pussy of yours.'  She sort of
made me shiver, you know?  What call she got to be talking
to me that way?"
     
     Laura took her arm and steered her toward the door.
"Jane is a little . . . unbalanced," she lied evenly.
"She's in therapy.  You know, shrinksville?  She sometimes
has delusions, poor thing.  I've been dying to see you, why
don't you ever call me?"
     
     Laura opened the door and ushered Mavis into the foyer.
She thought that the weekend with Deshona, and the hot
prelude with Brenda, Mavis's own sister, had satisfied
whatever sexual cravings she might have for days, but the
sweet smell of Mavis's hair and body immediately gave rise
to a hot tingle deep inside her pussy.
     
     "You can stay, can't you?" she asked anxiously.
     
     Mavis beamed.  "My mama got a new boyfriend, and they
went to a church revival together.  What time you got?"
     
     Laura looked at her watch.  "Five twenty-three."
     
     "She ain't gon' be home until nine, at least."
     
     Laura hurried Mavis to the elevator, afraid they would
run into Jane again.  Damn, she thought, I can't even have a
normal sex life without her sticking her nosy face into it.
She tried hard to ignore the irony of `normal' since she was
about to fuck an adolescent high-school girl after yesterday
having fist-fucked that girl's sister.
     
     Inside the apartment, Mavis pointed to Laura's
overnight bag.  "You sleep over with some dude . . . or some
other girl?"
     
     She was suspicious, edgy.  Laura, who always felt
guilty about something, tried to disguise her uneasiness at
the question.  Why yes, a friend of mine in Burlingame and I
just about fucked each other to death this weekend.  We only
stopped an hour or so ago.  Before that I fisted your
beautiful sister into an orgasm so strong I thought she was
going to perish right there in her bed with my hand up her
lovely pussy.  Laura realized she could hardly say any of
these things.  But she tried not to be too evasive.
     
     "Work, you know.  Work work work."
     
     Mavis didn't know whether or not to believe Laura,
clearly, but she nodded as if she knew it was not her place
to press it.  Laura felt another heart pang.  Oh god, she
cares enough about me to be jealous!  She remembered
suddenly how Brenda said she thought Mavis was in love with
Laura.
     
     And now Mavis was obviously feeling vaguely hurt but
unable to express it since she had, as she thought, only a
marginal claim on Laura's affections.  Laura locked the door
securely and went over to her.  She cradled Mavis's
marvelous face in both hands, looking deep into the girl's
magnetic eyes, so full of mysterious knowledge and sexual
turbulence and promise.  Those eyes, she thought.  Not only
is Mavis beautiful, but those wild eyes . . .
     
     "Look, you gorgeous girl," she said softly, seriously.
"You've been staying away from me, and I can't stand it.  I
love you."
     
     She said it plainly, honestly, wanting Mavis to believe
it.
     
     "I had a pimple," Mavis said, her voice barely audible.
"Two pimples.  I couldn't let you see me like that.  I love
you too, Laura."
     
     Laura's heart nearly burst.  She clutched Mavis's
slender, lanky body to her, hugging her hard, feeling an
instant leap of her own sexual temperature as her fingers
felt Mavis's supple body through her sweater, and her nose
filled again with the girl's fresh, delightful fragrance,
completely natural since Mavis wore no perfume.
     
     She tried to hide from herself the fact that she and
Deshona had been groaning and panting their deep love for
one another all weekend, while in the grip of some truly
thrilling, acutely pleasurable orgasms.  But it was okay to
be in love with Mavis too, Laura told herself.  She was, and
it didn't matter.  How could she not love this wonderful
young girl?
     
     By now she was kissing Mavis's smooth black neck, and
under her ear, and her perfect throat, the smooth skin
beneath her chin.  "I love you and I want you," she
breathed.
     
     "Me too," Mavis panted back.
     
     "It's been weeks."
     
     "I know.  I had to make myself come in the bath once."
     
     "Oh Mavis."
     
     Laura got her hands under the huge, bulky sweater.  She
ran them all over Mavis's marvelous, smooth, warm skin,
digging her fingers into Mavis's back.  Mavis was kissing
her back now, almost as eager as Laura was.  She kissed
Laura's face, her jaw, her cheek, her mouth hungrily,
sliding her tongue in deep.
     
     Laura got Mavis's bra loose under her sweater and moved
her hands around to the front, slipping them under the loose
cups and squeezing Mavis's small breasts, feeling her hard,
rivet-like nipples pushing against her palms.  She pinched
them lightly between her thumbs and forefingers.
     
     "I've missed these," she murmured into Mavis's black,
gleaming ear.  "I want to suck these."
     
     "Can we go in there?" Mavis asked, indicating Laura's
bedroom with a tilt of her head.
     
     Laura kissed her neck, squeezing her small breasts
again.  "Mmmmm, I might rape you if we go in there."
     
     Mavis giggled little-girlishly.  "What you think I came
over here for?"
     
     Laura drew her into the bedroom and shut the door
behind them.  Then she pulled the bulky sweater up over
Mavis's head.  The thin cotton bra she wore came with it.
Laura threw them in a heap on the chair across from the bed.
     
     Quickly, Laura removed her own sweatshirt and bra,
watching Mavis's eyes on her body, unable to take her own
off Mavis's gleaming black shoulders and small, delectable
breasts.
     
     "Take off your pants," she murmured to the girl,
quickly shedding her own.
     
     Now they were both in their panties only.  Laura,
recalling what Brenda had told her, focused her eyes on the
smooth skin between Mavis's small breasts, where apparently
one of the pimples had been.  It was a pristine and flawless
as ever now.  She took Mavis in her arms, standing next to
the bed.
     
     They kissed slowly, very romantically, caressing one
another's naked back, pressing their naked breasts together.
Mavis's thick, jutting nipples were so hard that Laura could
feel them drilling into her own.  They each luxuriated in
the most exquisite, minute sensations of their nipples
mashing together as their tongues coiled and danced inside
each other's mouth.
     
     By the time they broke off the kiss, both were
trembling and panting softly.
     
     "Gosh, I forgot how beautiful you are," Laura breathed
on Mavis's smooth black neck.
     
     Mavis grabbed Laura's face in both hands and kissed her
again, a searing, devouring kiss.  "That's why I had to stay
away," she confessed, talking into Laura's teeth, then
slipping her tongue past them again, into Laura's mouth.
"You think I'm so beautiful and all.  I had to be beautiful
for you."
     
     "You marvelous creature," Laura purred, sucking on her
beautiful neck, then on the firm strip of muscle that ran
from her neck to her gleaming shoulder.  "I am going to eat
you alive."
     
     "Look how hard my nipples are," Mavis said,
wonderingly, looking down at them as she and Laura slipped
out of their panties and lay down on the bed.
     
     "They're always hard," Laura said, scissoring them with
her fingers.
     
     "I know, but not this hard.  When you kiss me they get
really hard."
     
     "Mmmm, they get even harder when I suck them," Laura
kissed her ear.  "Want me to do it?"
     
     Mavis's beautiful, exotic, mysteriously sexual eyes
were swimming with lust.  "Sure do."
     
     As usual, the contrast thrilled Laura.  Not so much the
contrast of their skins-Mavis was very dark, and her glossy
skin against Laura's slender, pale fingers was thrilling in
its own way-as the fact that Laura had been fucking heatedly
with Brenda and Deshona before this, both of whom had large,
round, very firm breasts.  Laura loved them and had spent
the weekend licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, and
squeezing them rapturously.
     
     But Mavis's adolescent breasts were among the smallest
she had ever had in her hands, or her mouth.  Unlike Charise
or Jane-both her age, both already sporting grown woman's
breasts-Mavis had small beauties, and maybe, Laura thought,
they would never grow any bigger than this.  But there was
quite enough to enthrall her.
     
     She could remember indelibly the day Mavis had picked
her up in Walgreen's, then pulled up her sweater right here
in Laura's living room, offering Laura her body without
warning.  She had said something like, `Guess you want to
see what you're getting first.'  Then she had let Laura kiss
her and remove her bra, and the rest was history.
     
     Just remembering it made Laura so wet that she swore
she could feel cunt juices oozing and trickling down her
inner thigh.  Going to bed with a lot of other women in the
mean time had made her forget how exquisitely beautiful this
girl was, definitely in the top tier, her mysterious, sex-
swimming, beckoning, fuck-me eyes a total miracle.  Still
scissoring one of Mavis's long, thick, black nipples in the
fingers of one hand, she lowered her mouth to the other
beauty, licking the small, swelling areola, then curling her
tongue around the protruding, stiff center, the jutting
black bullet that sprang up almost an inch.
     
     She heard a sharp intake of breath from Mavis.  "Oh!"
Mavis breathed as Laura's lips closed over the long bud and
took it into her mouth, along with a big chunk of Mavis's
small breast.
     
     Laura was in no hurry, and she sucked and toyed with
Mavis's big nipple until it was harder than ever, rubbery
and wet, standing up even further from its swollen little
black tent of an areola.  She pinched it in her fingers and
lashed it with her tongue.  Mavis mewled softly, watching
every move.
     
     "I love your big nipples," Laura whispered.
     
     "You . . . said that before," Mavis panted, beginning
to squirm excitedly.
     
     "I meant it, too.  I love them.  So hard and pointy."
     
     Mavis squinted, kittenish, her devastating eyes deep
with promise.  "You better do the other one before it gets
jealous."
     
     "Mmmm, I know."
     
     With totally concentrated attention, Laura made
extravagant love to Mavis's other breast and nipple the same
way, still lightly pinching the first, damp, erect one
between her thumb and forefinger, twirling it.  After thirty
seconds of this, Mavis was beside herself with need.
     
     "You killing me," she whimpered.  "I need it bad."
     
     "Let me look into your eyes," Laura murmured, scooting
up.  "I've got to look into your fantastic eyes when you
come."
     
     "You better look quick," Mavis panted.  "I'm about
ready to pop."
     
     Laura kissed her, solemnly, romantically, with great
emotion, wanting this to be an unforgettable experience for
them both.  She dropped her hand to Mavis's groin, brushing
Mavis's, who was seeking out Laura's throbbing cunt with her
fingers too.  Laura smiled.
     
     "Do you think we can come together?"
     
     Mavis nodded.  "If you're going to . . . I'm going to."
     
     "I love you, Mavis."
     
     Even though she had said the same thing repeatedly to
Deshona all weekend, Laura didn't feel like she was lying.
Mavis's glowing, murky, mysteriously sexual eyes had never
looked so electric.
     
     "I love you, Laura," she whispered, eyes rolling up as
Laura's fingers found the warm, wet groove of her open pussy
and slipped inside.
     
     Laura opened her two fingers to clasp Mavis's clit
between them, then let them slide slowly back and forth, in
and out of the girl's flowing slit.  Mavis almost swooned,
but seconds later came back to life enough to get two of her
own fingers into Laura's aching cunt.
     
     Their eyes locked, throbbing, pulsing, tied
hypnotically together.  Mavis's eyes were deep, swirling
with dark sexual meanings, electric with wild, knowing
sexual messages.  Laura felt like the girl's eyes were
sucking her down a hot and dangerous black hole into a
seething mystery of scorching, pulsating, soulful fucking.
How this girl could have such throbbing depths of sexuality
when she was only sixteen mesmerized Laura, who held her
slender, willowy, writhing body and kissed her passionately
while sliding her fingers up and down across Mavis's taut,
greasy little clit.
     
     Even though Mavis appeared to be so sexually aroused
that she was in danger of falling into a trance, she managed
to get two fingers into Laura's soupy, tingling slit too.
That was all it took for them to be completely connected,
the circuit closed, and the hot, pulsing current of
thrilling electricity began running through both of their
bodies as they gazed, enraptured, into each other's eyes,
slowly moving their hands in rhythm.  Oh god, I never
realized how much I love this girl! Laura thought wildly,
desperately.
     
     But it was agonizingly sweet and slow.  Both were ready
to explode, and neither wanted it to end.  They fucked for
perhaps two or three long minutes, barely moving, only their
fingers stroking, probing, gently rubbing.  Then Mavis began
to pant more rapidly, her mesmerizing eyes glazing over,
rolling up, as she approached a no-return stage.
     
     "Unh . . . unh . . . oh unhhh oh Laura . . ." she
panted, now pushing her pussy forward into Laura's probing
fingers.
     
     Laura was equally aroused, panting harder herself.
"Yes," she whispered, rocking her own groin forward into
Mavis's hand, which moved more sporadically now that Mavis
was locked in on a fierce finish.  "Come with me, baby."
     
     "Oh . . . yes!"
     
     Now they were moving rhythmically, rapidly, grinding
their hips forward, and the bed began to squeak under them.
Laura kissed Mavis's smooth, cheek, her neck, her mouth,
looking into the girl's beautiful face, deep into her
burning eyes, now murky and swirling with a turbulent storm
of sexual need.  Mavis bit her lower lip and froze.
     
     "Oh god . . . now!" she whimpered softly.
     
     "Oh yes, baby!"
     
     Laura rubbed Mavis's pussy harder, rhythmically
pinching her clit now between her two fingers, as Mavis's
stiffening body suddenly began to quiver and undulate
through the first fierce shocks of her orgasm.  Both of them
were so sunk in this hypnotic dance of slow fucking that
they had forgotten about the noise potential and had no
pillows nearby to moan into.  But, in Mavis's case at least,
it didn't matter.
     
     For the first time in Laura's experience with her, she
had a climax much like Jonelle often had, a deep, swooning,
silent cataclysm of twitching, shuddering, and low, soft
moaning as profound and shattering spasms of ultimate bliss
wracked her young, supple body.  Her beautiful face was
transfigured by a shattering ecstacy, and Laura was
overwhelmed by love and a sudden blooming orgasm of her own
as she watched Mavis grimace with each new shock that
wrenched her flesh.
     
     Fortunately, the clenching spasms that gripped Mavis's
body also made her hand jerk spastically, rubbing her clawed
fingers against Laura's own clit almost in spite of herself,
providing all the stimulation Laura need to suddenly spill
over herself in a glorious, mushrooming thundercloud of hot
coming.  Mavis was still swooning, locked in the deep trance
of a crushing orgasm, but Laura clutched her almost
desperately, fiercely, as her own climax began to shake her.
     
     And Laura's was not a silent wonder, like Mavis's.  She
heard herself groaning loudly and buried her face in Mavis's
neck, pumping, her pelvis shuddering, mewling into the
crease between Mavis's neck and shoulder as powerful shocks
hit her.
     
     "Mnnnnggeeeee!  Unghh . . . oh!  Mnnnggnnmmmiieee!" she
wailed, trying to pinch off her screams, certain in the back
of her mind that Jane was upstairs listening, having spotted
Mavis by the door, and knowing Laura well.
     
     The most intense phase of her own climax passed before
Mavis began to moan, finally emerging from the paralytic
shock of the first part of her orgasm into a slow, keening
wail of deep pleasure as further wavelets of ecstacy broke
over her.  She twisted and moaned in Laura's arms.
     
     "Ohhhhnnnnn . . . ahhnnnnnn!  Oh god Laura . . .
ohhnnnnn!"
     
     Together they embraced, cooing to each other, letting
the waning moments of this searing experience slowly fade.
Then they kissed, a long, emotional kiss.
     
     "I can't believe how it just gets better with you,"
Laura confessed in a whisper, brushing back a long, stiffish
strand of hair that had fallen across Mavis's cheek.
     
     Mavis blinked.  "I never had one like that before," she
said, astonished.  "Not with Brenda either."
     
     "You were pretty wiped out."
     
     "Tell me about it.  Like getting hit by a truck."  She
crinkled her nose playfully.  "You shouldn't be doing a
little schoolgirl like that, Laura.  I might have a stroke
or something."
     
     Laura shook her head in disbelief.  This little
schoolgirl with the fuck-me eyes was already a deeply
sensual woman physically, but a playful, kittenish
adolescent too.  The mixture never failed to thrill Laura,
or to stir her sexual fires too.  After an exhausting
weekend of fucking, she still wanted Mavis, wanted her
again.
     
     "I think this little schoolgirl could teach me a thing
or three," she murmured, kissing her again.
     
     "You want more, don't you," Mavis asked bluntly.
     
     "I always want more of you."
     
     "We're gonna to do the other now, aren't we?"
     
     She smiled and held up her small fist.
     
     Laura felt a hot rush of blood inside her body.  She
and Mavis's sister Brenda had shared an intensely sharp and
intimate episode of fist-fucking only the day before, prior
to Laura's journey down to Burlingame.  The memory of
Brenda's fist-larger than any she had ever had inside her
pussy-made Laura's heart actually skip a beat.  It had
produced a shattering orgasm.
     
     She and Mavis had fist-fucked before, Mavis having been
schooled in the perverse practice by Brenda at the tender
age of fourteen, but the thought of doing it with her at
this moment somehow seemed distasteful to Laura.  Too
perverted.  Too sick.  They had just made love, staring into
each other's eyes as thrilling orgasms engulfed them both,
throbbing together, moaning and whimpering together.  It was
a searing and also a tender moment, and Laura somehow didn't
want to ruin it by such a depraved finish.
     
     "Why don't we do it next time," she suggested gently.
     
     Mavis's face dropped.  "You found somebody else to do
it better for you?  You been seeing Brenda?"
     
     Laura flushed, happy to be in her dim bedroom where it
probably wasn't very visible.  This was the first sign of
jealousy from Mavis, and it was directed, plausibly, at her
own sister.  Laura and Brenda had nearly set Brenda's huge,
circular bed on fire the day before.
     
     "Of course not," Laura lied evenly, acting hurt that
Mavis would suspect her.  "You're the only person I ever did
that with.  Except for that one time when we both did it
with Brenda."
     
     Mavis appeared unconvinced.  God, had Brenda mentioned
anything to her?  Probably not, Laura thought, but the girl
was still suspicious.
     
     "You ever do it with that Jane who was talking so nasty
to me downstairs when I was waiting for you?"
     
     "Of course not."  Laura kissed her warmly, stroking her
naked body, trying to divert her attention back to sex.
"You're everything I want, Mavis.  I love putting my hand in
your pussy.  I like putting my tongue in it too," she
whispered, slithering it into Mavis's dark ear.  "Like
this."
     
     "Oooohhhh!" Mavis shivered.  "Gonna be a wet little
pussy again if you keep that up."
     
     "Can I lick your pussy and make you come this time,
without using my hand?  I love your beautiful pussy."
     
     Mavis beamed at her.  "You can do anything you want to
me, Laura.  Except don't make me come so hard I almost die
this time, okay?"
     
     Laura pretended to pout.  "You're going to make me
think you didn't like it."
     
     This tickled Mavis extremely.  "I'm too young to come
that way," she giggled.  "You contributing to my being-"
     
     "What, a teenage sex fiend?" Laura interjected quickly.
     
     Mavis dissolved in girlish giggles, and Laura took the
opportunity to roll her onto her back, kissing her body,
sliding down, kissing her smooth, flat stomach and belly,
kissing her silky black inner thighs.  Mavis had a pretty
little pussy, not the long, beautifully-shaped, shimmering,
juicy quim of Charise or Yvette or even Jane (Jane might be
hotly jealous and half-crazy, Laura thought, but she had an
exquisitely beautiful pussy), but still a lovely, tight,
puckering little wet blossom, fiery pink inside, and right
now swollen and succulent.
     
     Laura began slowly but quickly turned up the heat until
she was really mouth-raping Mavis's runny, inflamed slit,
driving the girl into a writhing, panting, keening wreck in
about two minutes.
     
     "Oh Laura . . . oh Laura!" Mavis whimpered, her glossy
thighs clenching, her pelvis churning.
     
     Laura slid her tongue right up into the fiery center of
Mavis's open pussy, stabbing it deep, sliding her hands
under the girl's marvelous little buns at the same time and
squeezing them.  It was a small, tight pussy, even for her
tongue, and she briefly marveled at the fact that she had
pushed her whole hand into it on several occasions.  But she
was not going to do that today.
     
     Today, darling, I eat you and fuck you in the normal
way . . . this way.
     
     She knew it would take a miracle to make Mavis come any
harder than she had the first time.  But it could still be
sweet, and intense.  Like Laura, Mavis came pretty quickly
every time, and she was very near to another one already.
Her lovely lean body was straining and stretching, her long
glossy muscles tensing in ways that aroused Laura's lust to
a higher pitch.  She loved fucking Mavis, and it suddenly
was as if she herself had gone without sex for days or
weeks, so thrilled was she by this girl's flexing young
body.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . oh yes!" Mavis yelped softly, and Laura
knew from the rising hysteria of her voice that it had
arrived.  "Ungghhh!  Oh!  Auunggghhhhh!"
     
     Mavis came in a violent spasm, her body almost leaping
straight up off the bed as a galvanic shock of pleasure
stabbed her.  Laura, with her mouth still glued to the
girl's pussy, scrabbled with one hand across the mattress
for a pillow and pulled it over to Mavis's face, but the
girl was totally devoured and consumed by a turbulent,
overwhelming orgasm and couldn't grasp the necessity of
moaning into a pillow.
     
     She continued to moan loudly, but the initial shock of
her climax quickly died away, and so did her moans, fading
slowly into soft sighs and whimpers.  Laura knew the
damage-if Jane were upstairs listening-was already done, and
so she gave herself over to enfolding the still-quivering
young girl in her arms, kissing her tenderly as Mavis rode
out the last few wavelets of another powerful orgasm.
     
     For a long time they did not speak.  Mavis lay
peacefully with her head on Laura's shoulder.  Then, in a
soft, barely audible voice, she said, "You get to come too,
you know."
     
     Laura had come so many times during the weekend that
she had almost forgotten that she had not come this time.
But she knew her body had not forgotten, especially since it
revived quickly as Mavis began to caress it.  Each time they
were together Laura had to remind herself that Mavis was no
amateur, like Charise, or Deshona.  She had been trained by
Brenda and had fucked weekly with her sister for two years.
     
     Her sexual skills were well-developed, and she now
toyed with Laura's breasts, licking and sucking them, and
Laura's pussy, rubbing it expertly in feathery little swirls
with two fingers, until Laura was on the verge of her own
climax in about two minutes.
     
     "Oh Mavis," she panted.  "You do it so well . . .
ohhhh, that feels so good!  You know how to do me so well!
Oh yes . . . right there! Yes!  Oh god!"
     
     "I'm gonna lick you," Mavis said suddenly, sliding
lower.  "I love to lick you.  Don't come yet.  Let me lick
you."
     
     "Oh . . . I can't help it!" Laura gasped.
     
     Mavis was good at licking too, so good that after only
a few licks Laura was coming unbelievably, groaning,
grabbing spastically for the pillow to muffle her loud
cries, then pumping and shuddering through a deliciously
intense orgasm.
     
     "Oh!  Oh god . . . oh Mavis oh god . . . ahhhhhh!" she
sighed, finally falling back, slack and dazed, to the bed.
     
     "Ooohhh, good one, eh?" Mavis smiled, sliding back up
to kiss Laura, her electrifying eyes still glowing, hot and
deep and dangerous, as if they had not already been fucking
for half an hour but were just getting underway.
     
     This girl is too hot for any guy, Laura thought.  She'd
burn a poor little teenage boy to a cinder.  And she's so
artless and girlish and matter-of-fact about it.
     
     They cuddled.  Soon Mavis held up her pretty, shapely
black hand again in front of Laura's face.
     
     "Still think we ought to do this.  It's fun."
     
     "I don't know whether I'd call it fun," Laura said
softly.  "Maybe wild, though."
     
     "That's what I mean.  Let's do it.  First I'll do you.
You only came once."
     
     "I thought you liked to lick me," Laura said.  "You
didn't get to lick very much."
     
     "I know.  You came too fast.  You just trying to change
the subject, too."
     
     She held up her hand again, now making it into a fist.
Laura had felt that pretty little fist inside her cunt, and
she was tempted.  But she got the better of it, dragging
Mavis back down on the bed again, staring deep into her
marvelous, bewitching eyes.
     
     "You, my darling Mavis, are a little teenage pervert.
Forget about these nasty, exciting perversions just for one
night, okay?  And let me love you and lick you, and you lick
me?  Okay?  I can come just fine when you lick me, as you
just saw."
     
     Mavis grinned.  "I guess I can't make you do it, if you
don't want to.  That would be rape."
     
     "Mmmm, sounds like fun," Laura teased her.  "But
seriously, let's be normal for a change."
     
     "This ain't normal.  Two girls.  That ain't normal.  My
mama would have me arrested."
     
     "Mine too, dear.  But it's as normal as we're going to
get, I think."
     
     Mavis crinkled her nose.  "Me too.  Lay back now,
`cause you gonna get the full treatment."
     
     
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
html formats, on the ASS text archive site at
http://www.asstr.org/~laura.  Text files may also be
downloaded via FTP at ftp://ftp.asstr.org/.  Chapters 1-131
have been posted (11/23/99).  There are currently 213
chapters in all.  All chapters will be posted within the
next few weeks.