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     Chapter 263
     
     
     
     
     
     Laura got a call at work from Brenda.  Just the sound
of her voice, though it was a little querulous and cross at
the moment, summoned memories so acutely pleasurable that
Laura had to squeeze her thighs together under her desk just
to bear their piquant erotic fire.
     
     Brenda, who had taught her own sister Mavis at a very
tender (and illegal) age how to fistfuck, had been overcome
by guilt after a few years and refused to do it with her any
more, fearing that she had corrupted her own flesh and
blood.  This had resulted in good fortune for Laura,
however, since both of them were eager to do it with her.
She and Brenda, who was married, saw each other only about
twice a year, but these trysts were so incendiary that
Laura, recalling them now at her desk, was nearing a
meltdown.
     
     "Laura?  Did you move?" Brenda asked, almost sharply.
     
     Flummoxed, still glowing warmly from the memories of
several shattering sexual encounters with this gorgeous
woman, Laura was jarred back to her senses.  "Oh.  Yes . . .
in fact, I did."  She paused, lowering her voice
significantly.  "I would have told you," she breathed.  "I
just hadn't got around to it yet."
     
     Brenda softened.  "I know you would have.  It's not me
I'm worried about.  Mavis dropped by to see you.  She thinks
you ran out on her.  She's devastated.  I think you broke
her heart."
     
     Laura had to restrain her own little fit of petulance.
After all, following the time Laura had come upon Mavis and
Eric fucking in her own apartment-she had given Mavis the
key, and Eric had dropped by unexpectedly-she had rarely
seen the girl and was more and more convinced, reluctantly,
that Mavis had developed a preference for that huge cock of
his over Laura's ardent caresses.  Feeling a little injured
herself, she had stopped thinking about Mavis, aware that
when she did, she could hardly bear the thought of being
rejected by her.
     
     But now the hurt and annoyance came pouring back into
her.  She has a lot of nerve, being upset with me, Laura
thought.  But then the thought of Mavis mooning over her
came back too, and soon Laura didn't know what she felt.
She realized she was actually smiling at she thought of her
darling, enchanting Mavis aching for her.
     
     God, I ache for her too, she thought.  It's been
months.  And last time I had to share her with that creep
Eric, too.
     
     "I . . . didn't know how to let her know," Laura
stammered, awkwardly, knowing it was true enough, even
though it sounded like a lame excuse.  And in truth, she had
not tried to let Mavis, or anybody else, know.
     
     Brenda was understanding.  "I know.  Where are you
living now?  Still in the city?"
     
     Laura told her.
     
     "I could get the message to her . . . if you want me
to.  She's really depressed.  I think you could cheer her
up."
     
     "I'm dying to see her," Laura said, honestly,
straightforwardly, trying not to sound like a child
molester.  Yes, Brenda, I'm dying to fist fuck your darling
baby sister.  Please give her my phone number.
     
     "Good.  I had an idea.  I could tell her to meet you at
that Walgreen's where you first met.  Remember that?  It's
near where you work, isn't it?"
     
     How could I forget it? Laura mused.  Browsing in the
cosmetics aisle after work one day, she had been electrified
to see this stunning, slender little black teenager doing
the same, and almost surreptitiously, it seemed, flirting
with Laura at the same time.  Mavis had told her later that
she was thinking: If this pretty white lady wanted to fuck
me, I'd let her.  Of course, Laura was dying to, and somehow
they got to her apartment (Laura could no longer recall
how), where Mavis had promptly seduced Laura with cunning
directness.
     
     "Yes.  I'll be there at five-fifteen.  I can't wait."
     
     "I'll tell her," Brenda said softly.  "I'm a little
jealous."
     
     No wonder, Laura thought, ironically.  Pimping for your
little sister, who you were fucking yourself when she was
only thirteen.  You should be ashamed.  She could not
suppress a grin.
     
     "No need to be," Laura breathed sexily into phone.  "I
can squeeze you in any time.  You know that."
     
     "I just might take you up on that soon.  Meanwhile,
take care of my little sister, okay?  She's been through a
lot lately."
     
     "You can count on me, darling.  I love that little girl
almost as much as you do."
     
     When they hung up, Laura found herself wondering what
Brenda had meant by Mavis having gone through a lot lately.
Was that another allusion to Laura having moved without
notifying her?  I mean, I know she may have been a little
depressed, but she's a teenager; certainly there's more to
her life than me.  What about the stud, Eric?
     
     She suppressed her irritation over the thought of Mavis
being pumped regularly by Eric and tried not to think of it
the rest of the day.  Walking through the door of Walgreen's
at five-ten, she felt her blood race as she immediately saw
Mavis leafing through a magazine about black hairstyles for
women.  Laura sidled up behind her.
     
     "I like your hair just the way it is," she whispered,
pushing her nose into it quickly, for effect, then pulling
back before anyone in the store could see her.
     
     Mavis tensed, and her head whipped around.  She broke
into a broad smile when she saw Laura.
     
     "Laura!"
     
     Laura winked.  "Why are you acting so surprised?  You
knew I was coming, didn't you?"
     
     Mavis pouted.  "You moved without telling me.  How did
I know you was gonna show up today?"
     
     "I think we have to have a talk, young lady."  Laura
looked at her watch.  "Do you have homework?  Do you have
time?  Can you come over for a little while and see my new
place?"
     
     Mavis continued pouting, but this time mischievously,
knowing it got to Laura.  "You mean the place you moved to
without telling me?"
     
     Laura took the magazine from Mavis's hand, folded it,
put it back on the rack.  Then she took Mavis's hand in
hers.  "Come with me.  I won't take no for an answer."
     
     The little minx was playing hard-to-get, and deeply
enjoying it, relishing Laura's uneasy haste and the way
Laura looked around the store to see if anyone was watching
them.  Mavis, however, let herself be pulled gently toward
the door.
     
     "How do you know I didn't want to buy that magazine?"
she snapped playfully at Laura as they went out onto the
sidewalk.
     
     "I'll buy you three copies tomorrow," Laura said, still
pulling her down the street.  "My car is parked over there
in the company parking garage.  Come on."
     
     Mavis giggled girlishly and followed her.  "I only want
one copy."
     
     In the car, in the depths of the dark, gasoline-reeking
parking garage, Laura could barely keep from assaulting her.
Those eyes, she thought.  How could I have forgotten those
eyes.  Mavis's remarkable eyes, deeply sexual, knowing,
experienced, fuck-me eyes, glowed in the half-light.
     
     Laura could remember having hungry, reckless sex with
both Karen and Sholandra in this very parking garage long
ago.  They had risked everything, panting so wildly for each
other that almost nothing could have stopped them.  But
since then she had grown more sensible.  Or was it simply
that the opportunity rarely arose?
     
     At any rate, Mavis was also underage, which made it
especially dangerous.  And she also seemed to sense Laura's
vulnerability, her eyes burning with mischievous allure.
     
     "Aren't you gonna kiss me?" she whispered to Laura,
noticing that Laura did not start up the car.
     
     Laura looked around furtively, just as she had done in
Walgreen's.  "God, yes, I am," she gasped, leaning over the
shift lever, grabbing Mavis's face in both hands.  "I can't
stand not kissing you."
     
     Close up like this, Mavis's extraordinary eyes nearly
burned down deep into Laura's soul.  "Good, I want you to,"
she breathed to Laura, parting her lips, lifting them.
     
     Laura destroyed Mavis's soft mouth with kisses.  She
held her head in both hands and mashed her lips into
Mavis's, raping her open mouth violently with her tongue,
forcing Mavis's body back against the seat.  Only after ten
seconds of this did Laura realize what she was doing, how
quickly she had lost control.  Mavis whimpered but kissed
Laura back hungrily too.
     
     When Laura broke it off, both were panting, and Mavis's
wonderful hot eyes were throbbing and swimming with sex,
more devastating than ever.  "You makin' me all gushy wet,
Laura," she confessed.  "We better get out of here."
     
     "Yes," Laura nodded.
     
     She drove them to her condo, concentrating to keep her
hands from shaking on the wheel, paying careful attention to
the hair-raising San Francisco traffic, trying not to glance
over at Mavis for fear of imploding with happy, anticipatory
lust.  To keep a more even keel, she tried making polite
conversation.
     
     "You look wonderful, Mavis.  Just a little thin
though."
     
     "I lost some weight."
     
     "Eric wearing you out?"  Oh god, Laura thought, hating
herself.  I sound so jealous!  Why can't I be like Dawn, for
instance?  So understanding, so . . . un-jealous?
     
     "Ain't seen him but once," Mavis said, looking out the
window.  "Right after . . . you know."
     
     "Really?"  Laura could hear her voice curdling, in
spite of herself.  "I thought you two were, you know, a hot
pair."
     
     Mavis shook her head.  "I got an asthma attack.  I was
in the hospital for almost a week.  That's why I lost a
little weight.  I ain't seen him in . . . months, I guess.
Think he lost interest when I got sick."
     
     Now Laura felt like the lowest of the low.  She cringed
visibly.  "Oh shit . . . I'm so sorry.  Making that crack."
     
     She looked over at Mavis, who in fact did look faintly
cadaverous, her skull a little more prominently visible
through her skin than usual.  Mavis was fairly slender in
the first place and could not really afford to lose many
pounds.  Now Laura understood what Brenda had been saying
when she mentioned that Mavis had been through a lot lately.
     
     "It's okay.  You didn't know."
     
     "I didn't know you had asthma."  Laura was very
concerned.
     
     "You don't have to worry.  I can still fuck," Mavis
giggled.  "I'm better now.  All I have to do is take my
medicine and my inhalers."
     
     Laura felt like a worm.  She didn't know how a worm
felt, but it must be like this.  Low.  Scuzzy.  "I feel
terrible."
     
     Mavis put a hand on her knee.  "You almost broke my
heart, lady," she said seriously to Laura.  "I thought you
ran out on me.  I . . ."  She fidgeted.  "There really ain't
anybody like you in my life, Laura.  Not even Brenda.  I
mean, Eric got a big dick, and I kind of liked the feel of
it, you know?  I never felt that before.  And his sure is
big.  The girls I know think only the brothers have `em that
big.  But he ain't like you.  When you and I do it . . .
it's special."
     
     "I know," Laura said, getting all dewy-eyed, feeling
her heart pulse and throb.  I'm such a sucker for someone
who loves me.
     
     But she got control of herself, vowing to be especially
sweet and tender to the darling girl.  Mavis, with her
devastating fuck-me eyes and delicious, slender little
teenage body.  And her asthma.  God, she could have an
attack while I was making her come! Laura thought.  What
would I do then?  Call 911?  Oh, you see Officer, I was just
. . . sort of . . . you know, fistfucking her senseless when
she suddenly began to choke and wheeze.  I hope I didn't do
anything wrong.
     
     Mavis was very excited by Laura's new place, almost
more excited than Laura was.  She couldn't get over either
the location-"Wow, you set off here in the foggy woods like
some elf story"- or the carpeted splendor of the interior.
She was only inside the door when she promptly kicked off
her shoes and wriggled her pretty little black toes into
Laura's thick carpeting.
     
     "Are you hungry?" Laura asked.  "Thirsty?  Want a coke,
or a banana?"
     
     Mavis grinned and turned the lethal eyes on Laura.
"You know what I want."
     
     God, you're as bad as I am, darling.  I can hardly keep
my hands off you.  I feel so damned out of control in your
company.  I just want to devour you, and you're only . . .
what, sixteen?  She must be seventeen by now, Laura quickly
figured.  Jane was seventeen, Charise was seventeen.  Surely
Mavis had turned seventeen too.
     
     "How old are you now?" Laura asked, trying to make it
seem like an idle question.
     
     Mavis walked around, touching Laura's furniture with
her fingers, admiring everything, as if she had never seen
anything so fine.  "I'll be seventeen next Wednesday.  The
third.  Why, you afraid of breaking the law all of a
sudden?"  She turned her swirling, pulsing, please-fuck-me
eyes on Laura, and Laura felt the insides of her womb quiver
and melt.  "You never were afraid before."
     
     Laura went over to her and caressed her incredibly
smooth black cheek.  "You know, there's an old song.  Laura
sang in a light, airy voice:
     
     You go to my head,
     With a smile that makes my temperature rise,
     Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
     You intoxicate my soul with your eyes . . .
     
You ever hear it?"

     Mavis shook her head, eyes still throbbing and pulsing
and swirling, drawing Laura down, down.
     
     "Oh well . . . never mind.  It's just . . . that's the
way you make me feel.  Your eyes intoxicate me."
     
     "Intoxicate means drunk?"
     
     Laura nodded.
     
     Mavis now raised her hand to Laura's cheek, returning
the gentle caress.  "You know, you got a pretty voice,
Laura.  You could be a singer.  I'm glad my eyes make you
drunk."  Then she bubbled over with mischief and flirtation.
"Drunk enough to do it?"
     
     Laura leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead.
"Drunk enough to do anything you want," she whispered.
     
     Mavis was wearing a pale green sweater, which buttoned
up the front.  She began now to unfasten the buttons.  Laura
watched, feeling more `intoxicated' every minute when Mavis
looked up seductively at her with those smoldering black
eyes.  Her dark smooth skin became more and more visible as
the sweater opened, and Laura wanted desperately to press
her lips to it everywhere.
     
     "Don't you want to go into the bedroom?" Laura
murmured, feeling the pulse beat in her neck.  "If you keep
doing that, we might not make it there."
     
     Mavis paused, her fingers still poised on the third
button from the top.  She flirted silently.  Laura took her
other hand, the one not unbuttoning her sweater, and drew
her down the hall.  In the bedroom, Mavis resumed
unbuttoning, and Laura watching.  Seeing a girl as amazingly
desirable as Mavis take off her own clothes in preparation
for inviting Laura to enjoy her body was shockingly erotic
to Laura, who was nearly paralyzed with awe and lust as she
watched more and more of Mavis come into view.
     
     Mavis was enjoying it.  "You really like watching me
undress, don't you," she marveled at Laura.
     
     "It's pure rapture," Laura confessed.
     
     Mavis was coy.  "Why?" she asked, coquettishly.
     
     The sweater was nearly unbuttoned.  Only the bottom
button remained.  As a result, it gaped away from her body,
revealing her thin white bra, her gleaming black skin,
accentuated by shadows and planes of light, all fiercely
alluring and erotic.  Laura knew Mavis's body well, but it
still had this effect on her, as if she had never seen it
before, making her wet, making her blood thump and course
wildly.
     
     "I love watching your body come into view gradually,"
Laura said, swallowing dryly.  "I love your skin.  It's so
smooth . . . and dark.  I want to touch it.  I want to kiss
it."
     
     Mavis was not coal-black like Dawn or Charise, but she
was still fairly dark, and her smooth dark gleaming skin
contrasted starkly with the bright white fabric of her
skimpy little bra and the pale green cotton weave of her
sweater.  After unfastening the last button, she slowly
peeled the sweater off, leaving her bra on.
     
     As Laura watched, her hands dropped to the zipper on
the side of her pants.  She wore white pants, but not tight
and sexy ones, as Dawn's had been.  Mavis had a thin, slight
frame-that asthma again, why did I never think of it? Laura
reflected-and was not gifted with the kind of spectacular
full round ass that Dawn had.  In fact, compared to Dawn or
Tamara or many others, she did not have a remarkable body at
all, and yet Laura was completely enchanted by it,
worshipping and hungering for it, almost comically eager to
see each new expanse of smooth black skin appear.
     
     Mavis's slender black fingers seemed especially long
and graceful against the bright white fabric.  Again her
eyes flickered mischievously.  "Why don't you take off one .
. . and then I'll take off one?" she suggested, still coy
and flirtatious.
     
     With a sexy little smirk, Laura took her up on it.  She
pulled up the bottom of her blouse from her skirt and belt,
then unbuttoned it too, while Mavis watched.
     
     And while Mavis's underwear was plain, nothing special,
Laura's as usual pushed the envelope.  She often wore the
sexiest possible underthings to work beneath her formal
corporate attire since, for one thing, you never knew what
might happen, and for another, it simply made her feel
wonderful, saucy, and even wicked all day, as if she had a
secret, erotic self that was entirely unknown to others,
which of course was true.  Today was no exception, and she
could see Mavis's eyes widening as Laura's silk blouse came
open.
     
     The cups of Laura's bra were black, but they were very
abbreviated, very thin and small, dipping low between her
perfect breasts where they were linked at the bottom by a
fringe of black scalloped lace.  At the sides of the small
cups the lace, now filigreed by spidery, quasi-floral
designs, and otherwise transparent, formed the back strap,
encircling her body to fasten in the rear.  Between the cups
was a little satin black bow.
     
     Laura casually slipped out of the blouse and tossed it
over onto a chair.  Mavis came closer.  With one long,
slender black finger she traced the outline of one bra cup
until her fingertip met the thin black lace a the side of
Laura's breast.
     
     "I never seen anything so beautiful as this," she said
in a hushed voice.
     
     Laura leaned close and whispered in her ear, breathing
hot breath into it at the same time.  "Imagine what the
panties look like."
     
     She pulled back to see a brief, sharp quaver run
through Mavis, whose eyes now burned even hotter.  Laura
reached back with one arm and lifted up the long auburn flag
of her hair above her neck, turning her back provocatively
to Mavis.
     
     "Want to take it off?"
     
     Mavis nodded slowly.  Carefully, she undid the clasp.
The bra fell limp, and Laura shimmied the straps off her
shoulders, turning back, her small breasts jiggling,
captivating Mavis.
     
     "Now you," Laura prompted softly.
     
     With a sensual, feline gesture, Mavis dropped one hand
again to her zipper.  Slowly she inched it down.  Her eyes
never left Laura's.  They nearly melted Laura's insides as
the zipper went down further, further.
     
     God, we are good, Laura thought.  We sure know how to
make each other die for it.  This marvelous girl . . . so
young . . . so incredibly sexy . . .
     
     Finally, the zipper reached bottom.  Mavis pants were
now loose, and she inched them down, showing Laura the white
top of her panties.  Laura was clearly paralyzed by sexual
hunger, and Mavis knew it.  Her eyes sparkled and sizzled.
She pushed the white pants down to her knees.
     
     "May I take them off for you?" Laura murmured, hearing
her voice gargled and clotted in her throat from an excess
of sexual excitement.
     
     Mavis shook her head slowly.  "Take yours off first,"
she said softly.
     
     Again Laura gave in.  She felt a little silly anyway,
standing there naked from the waist up, wearing a dark
businesslike skirt below.  She quickly unzipped it and let
it fall at her feet, along with the half-slip under it.  Now
Mavis's eyes widened again.
     
     Laura's panties, which matched her thin black lace bra,
were if anything even sexier.  Except for a small patch of
solid black over her pussy, the rest was made only of the
black filigreed transparent lace, edged at the thighs and
waist by more scalloped black lace.  They dipped low on
Laura's hips but were not flagrantly skimpy, just impossibly
alluring, and she could see Mavis unconsciously biting her
lower lip gently as she looked at them.
     
     "Wow . . . I could use a pair of those," she said in
awe.
     
     Without speaking, Laura knelt and pulled Mavis's white
pants all the way down to her ankles, then carefully took
each pant leg off each of Mavis's feet.  Then she stood up
again.  She slipped her arms under Mavis's, who held them
slightly apart from her body for Laura, and unclasped
Mavis's bra too behind her back.  Now Mavis's bra fell loose
too.
     
     Laura stepped back and pulled the loose straps down
Mavis's arms, tossing the bra over onto the chair on top of
her silk blouse.  Now all the clever striptease they had
been performing for each other seemed to evaporate in an
instant, and only the hot, throbbing emotion and heady
sexual desire they felt took over.  They both wore only
their panties now, and Mavis uptilted her lips to Laura,
while Laura moved closer, closer, until their naked breasts
brushed, and their nipples pressed together.
     
     "Oh Mavis . . . god, it's been so long," Laura sighed,
pressing her mouth to the girl's open lips.
     
     They kissed for a very long time, probing, searching,
their hands merely holding each other's bare back at first,
then crawling, exploring, clutching each other's flesh more
urgently.  The hard, thick, jutting rivets of Mavis's
nipples bored into Laura's naked breasts, and she was
surprised how she had forgotten them, these big rigid nubs
that rose out of the small soft cones of Mavis's black
areolas.
     
     She kissed Mavis's cheek, her forehead, her neck,
hungrily, feverishly.  "I've got to suck your beautiful
nipples," she panted to Mavis, drawing her over a few steps
to the bed.  "Here," she pulled her down on it.  "I forgot
how wonderful they are."
     
     Mavis smiled and sighed softly.  "I didn't forget how
it feels when you do it," she murmured, her magical eyes
swimming and swirling.
     
     Mavis had small, widely-spaced breasts and large,
jutting nipples that seemed to stand up a full inch from the
surrounding puffed black flesh, proud and tempting.  Laura
lowered her mouth to one immediately, stroking it with her
tongue, then lashing it harder, while Mavis looked down,
watching.  When it was all wet, stiffer than ever, Laura
sucked it and the puffy little areola around it completely
into her mouth.
     
     "Unnhhhhh!" Mavis panted, her eyelids fluttering.
     
     Laura had to remind herself not to suck too hard, or
swallow and consume the darling girl too urgently, too
rapidly.  The asthma, she cautioned herself.  Remember the
asthma.  Anyway, you don't want it to be over too soon, you
don't want both of you to go up like an exploding ammo dump,
do you?  You want it slow, so you can lick every delicious
inch of her.
     
     Quickly, she eased up, loosening her ravenous lips,
laving the hard little berry of Mavis's erect nipple with
her tongue, modulating into a more sensual, tender rhythm
but still not releasing Mavis's small breast.  Instead, she
kneaded it with the fingers of both hands and tongued and
sucking Mavis's excited wet nipple until Mavis began to coo
helplessly.
     
     "Ooohhhhh . . . Laura . . . you do it so good!
Ooooohhhhh!  I love it!  I love that!  Do it hard again."
     
     "Really?"
     
     "Oh shit yes!"
     
     "Maybe a little hard . . . but not too hard," Laura
purred, again taking Mavis's shiny wet nipple between her
lips.
     
     Mavis grabbed Laura's head and pushed her small breast
roughly into Laura's mouth, grunting softly, wildly, at the
same time.  "Auungghh!"
     
     Laura sucked the hard little bud a little more
insistently than she had been doing.  She could feel an
involuntary ripple of pleasure grip Mavis's body.  Oh no . .
. oh no, Laura thought.  Not yet.  We're not getting there
yet, darling.  We have a long way to go.  I want you . . . I
want all of you.
     
     Meanwhile, Mavis was pulling Laura's face over to her
other breast, whimpering, writhing under Laura.  "Oh!  Oh
Laura!"
     
     "Yes . . . baby, yes," Laura murmured.  "Let me have
this one too.  I want to swallow it."
     
     "Unnnn . . . unnnn . . ." Mavis droned, tossing her
head, wriggling her hips.  "Oh Laura . . . I ain't done this
in a long time!  Unnnnn!  Please . . . yes . . . unhhh!"
     
     Laura, though hungrily slurping and sucking Mavis's
other nipple and kneading her small breast passionately with
her fingers, realized that the temperature was skyrocketing.
They were going much faster than she wanted to, and she
quickly cranked it back down a notch, releasing Mavis's
breast from her mouth, easing skillfully into other fervent
but less arousing caresses.
     
     She kissed Mavis's smooth black chest and her
collarbones and her throat.  Mavis was a little skinnier
than usual, as Laura had earlier noticed, and her bones
protruded more, but Laura licked them and ran her lips
hungrily over them until she got to firm flesh, which she
then nipped and sucked, running her mouth up Mavis's neck to
her ear.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn!" Mavis moaned, twisting, her eyes shut, her
face grimacing with intense pleasure.
     
     "I want you . . . I want you . . . I want your
beautiful wet pussy, Mavis," Laura whispered to her,
dropping her hands to Mavis's panties and skimming them down
her thighs.
     
     In order to get them all the way off Mavis's legs,
Laura had to slide down, but she did not waste the
opportunity.  She kissed Mavis's smooth, heaving belly, and
her navel, and her thighs, finally extricating Mavis's feet
from the leg-holes of the panties and flinging them wildly
into the air and across the room, her nostrils almost
throbbing from the thick, ripe odors of the girl's sweet
pussy.
     
     Hurriedly, but taking care not to rip them, Laura
slipped out of her expensive panties too, dropping them over
the side of the bed onto the floor.  Her own pussy was
positively flooding, and she realized as she swarmed again
all over Mavis's lean, smooth black body that they had never
pressed their pussies together.  Mavis was always too intent
on fist-fucking, and of course Laura would never turn down
the chance.  But now she was completely in charge, and Mavis
was nearly swooning and trembling in the grip of very acute
sexual need.
     
     "I want to fuck you with my pussy," Laura panted to
her, breathing into her ear, maneuvering both of their
bodies so that she could succeed in getting their crotches
together.
     
     "Oh Laura!" Mavis whimpered, writhing again violently,
deliciously sexy.  "Just fuck me . . . I don't care how you
do it!  Unhhhhh!  Oh!"
     
     But Laura cared.  She wanted the delicious naked girl
every way possible.  Fisting Mavis was impossibly sweet and
thrilling, but she wanted more of her than that.  And until
she began swarming all over Mavis, coiling with her,
entangling her in her arms and legs, kissing her warm,
resilient flesh and mashing her own wet pussy into Mavis's
sopping wet crotch, she realized that she had explored only
a fraction of what this kind of fucking could offer, if you
were truly demon-obsessed with the need to completely
consume the other person.
     
     During the next few minutes, Laura was like a hungry
python, coiling her body around Mavis in every way
imaginable.  She began in her usual way by slipping one leg
under one of Mavis's and then scooting forward until their
wet cunts met.  Mavis's eyes fluttered open, and she gave
Laura a surprised, then a fiercely hot stare, unleashing her
throbbing fuck-me eyes at the same time that her facial
expression showed Laura her intense delight and wonder at
this fresh sensation.
     
     "Ohhnnnn . . . god!" she groaned, arching her back,
pushing her wet pussy into Laura's forcibly.
     
     Mavis was still on her back, writhing, her eyes shiny
and glassy as she stared hypnotically up at Laura, who was
sitting, slowly gyrating her hips so that her pussy would
slide against Mavis's wet bush and warm, gooey cunt lips.
She realized that she could make it even better for them
both by inserting her hand between them and spreading their
cunts open further, perhaps guiding their clits together
with her fingers, as she had done with others in the past.
But her need and desire for Mavis was too strong for her to
do anything so deliberate.
     
     "Oh god, honey, I want you, I need you so bad, it's
been so long!" Laura gasped, flinging herself forward onto
Mavis's slender, gleaming black body, embracing her and
kissing her shoulder and her neck, while still gyrating her
pelvis smoothly, pushing her groin into Mavis's pussy.
     
     "Unhhh . . .unhhh!" Mavis panted, squirming as Laura
fucked her, now grabbing Laura's body too with her hands,
digging her fingers into Laura's back and up-fucking with
her hips into Laura's thrusts.
     
     Again Laura sat up, feeling she could get better
leverage that way, and began pumping harder, so hard the bed
began to jingle and creak, so hard that she found if she let
her forward leg creep up onto Mavis's stomach,  bending it
at the knee, she could get a fairly tight pinch on the
girl's streaming crotch and ram her own cunt even harder
into Mavis.  This position seemed to send them both into a
hot frenzy of whimpering and frantic churning, until Mavis
was actually rising up off the bed too onto her elbows,
grinding her own pussy up into Laura's.
     
     "Unh!  Unhhh!  Oh!  Laura . . . oh god shit it's good
unhhhh!"
     
     Again Laura, unable to keep any part of her body off
Mavis's squirming flesh, changed positions.  They were
jamming each other so heatedly that their bodies had settled
onto the side, and their frantic grinding had turned Laura
nearly onto her stomach.  Now she grabbed Mavis's long
slender black leg and hugged it between her breasts while
digging her knees into the mattress and pumping Mavis hard
with backward, downward thrusts.  Mavis quickly picked up
the tempo and, turning onto her own stomach, began meeting
each one of Laura's sharp thrusts with her own churning
hips, and soon they were both gagging and grunting almost
hysterically in a fit of crazy fucking, both face down,
their hands flat against the sheet as their mated groins
danced and bucked in the air.
     
     In the midst of this thrashing and groaning, Laura
twisted her body up and around so that she again was half-
sitting, though Mavis was still face down on the sheet.
This way, in the sweet delirium of her lust, Laura could run
her frantic fingers all over the girl's smooth, sinuous
black back and ass, kneading the firm flesh while grinding
her pussy forward into Mavis's hot streaming cunt, fucking
her from behind while Mavis mewled and quivered.
     
     Still Laura was not satisfied, and after a few wild,
heart-stopping, thrilling moments of this, she shifted her
position once more, swarming again up onto Mavis, turning
her over again onto her back and pinning her, sucking her
delicious shiny black flesh, and dropping one hand finally
between them.  Mavis was panting rapidly, her murky,
dangerous eyes dilated and swirling, her body twisting under
Laura's, and Laura realized that she herself was panting
just as furiously, her heart pumping, her pussy flooding,
all squirmy and hot and pulsing.
     
     "Oh!  Oh Laura!" Mavis whimpered.
     
     And Laura was suddenly bitten by a quick twinge of
fear.  Was she having an attack?  Am I fucking her too hard?
Oh god, I don't want to stop!  But I don't want her to stop
breathing!
     
     Nevertheless, caution was not really on either of their
minds.  Their bodies were writhing and pumping and grinding
together in a fierce, rapacious frenzy, and something in
Laura understood that even if they both went up in flames
this instant, it wouldn't stop them.  They were careening
together toward the precipice.
     
     She managed to get two of her fingers on Mavis's
slippery, swollen labia and spread them a little, feeling
the fiery wet pit between them, all buttery and slick.
Then, still struggling, gyrating, panting, she managed to
get her own pussy open further too, and she pushed forward,
mashing it into Mavis's splayed furrow, feeling feathery
electrical shocks flow through her body as the raw wet inner
flesh of their cunts actually rubbed fully together for the
first time, without wet hair or skin or anything else in the
way.
     
     She could see that Mavis felt it too.  Her body sagged
backward, her mouth went slack, her eyes vaguely ga-ga.
Then, as if sharply sexualized and energized by the acute
sensations in her pussy, as Laura was, she suddenly began
churning and whimpering almost hysterically, an exact
duplicate of the way Laura reacted.
     
     "Unhh!  Oh!  Unh unh unhhhh!" Mavis gasped, fucking and
twisting more wildly than Laura had ever seen her do.
     
     But of course Laura could see very little since she
herself was pumping and gasping and squirming with equal
intensity, moaning and grabbed Mavis's sleek black thighs
and trying to drive her wet, throbbing pussy right up into
Mavis's open slit.
     
     "Aunnghh!  Unghh!" she grunted, feeling her wet cunt
slide against Mavis's, completely enraptured by the sight of
Mavis's small breasts and the large jutting bullets of her
black nipples sliding up and down on her thin, almost bony
chest.
     
     The hot, spurting, liquid fire of Laura's own orgasm
began to shoot through her body, and she quickly knew she
was going to come before Mavis did.  For a split second she
felt a sinking in her stomach, having wanted Mavis to come
first, or at least to be sure that Mavis would come from
this violent, crazy churning and grinding.  But then there
was no way to stop it.
     
     "Aunngghhhhh!" she cried out, suddenly falling back,
her body stiffening and twitching, her wet, pulsing cunt
glued to Mavis's as she felt a succession of hot, jolting
shocks hit her.  "Ungghh!  Oh!  Aunngghiiieee!" she cried
out again, coming exultantly, stretching full-length on the
bed and flexing, screaming happily, knowing that no one
could hear her squealing ecstasy but Mavis.
     
     She lost all contact momentarily with anything but the
sweet, hot throbbing within her pussy and her spasming womb,
but when she regained her senses she realized that Mavis was
still pumping frantically, pushing her cunt into Laura's
limp body, and groaning in a feverish trance, still close
but still not there.  Oh darling . . . oh darling . . .
Laura thought, now caressing the sleek black thighs her
fingers had been biting into only seconds ago.  Slowly,
Laura again picked up the pace, rejoining her, feeling the
hot waves of lust flow almost palpably out of Mavis's pussy
as Mavis now crossed over the edge.
     
     "Ooonngghh!" she groaned, this time more softly than
her previous groans, a sound that was somehow mangled deep
in her vocal chords and clipped short by a quick loss of
breath that again sent panic shooting through Laura.
     
     But Mavis was not suffering, or at least was suffering
beautifully.  Her back arched, her eyes tightly shut, and
she began to undulate in waves as a crushing climax wrenched
her slender body.
     
     "Ohhnngg!" she moaned, twisting, raising her fingers to
her nipples and pinching them awkwardly, clumsily, but hard,
as her lower body began quaking and shuddering.
"Auunghhnnmmgggiiieeee!  Oh . . . oh Laura . . .
oonngghiiiieee!" she wailed, her eyes reddened and shiny as
they opened long enough to catch Laura's briefly before
closing again as she nearly swooned in a fresh wave of
intense spasms.
     
     Oh god, she is so beautiful when she comes! Laura
thought, propped on her elbows, watching the whole thing,
and gently stroking Mavis's hard black thigh with one hand,
keeping her pussy mashed against Mavis's until the last
final flutter of Mavis's orgasm began to die away.  It took
a long time.  Maybe because she's been saving it up, Laura
thought.
     
     Several minutes passed before Mavis was again able to
raise her head from the bed and smile wanly at Laura.
Carefully, Laura disentangled their legs.
     
     "Are you okay?" she asked Mavis softly, trying not to
seem overly concerned, but concerned nonetheless.
     
     A slow, very broad smile spread across Mavis's face.
Her dark eyes, usually flashing with dangerous, mysterious,
fuck-me invitations, were now sparkling with joy and
delight.
     
     "I ain't never been this okay," she laughed.  She
looked straight at Laura with a happy little smirk curling
the sides of her sensual mouth.  "If you told me you were
going to do that, I wouldn't have believed you."
     
     "I didn't know I was actually going to do it," Laura
confessed.  "I wanted you bad.  I wanted you in some new
way, some way we had never done it."
     
     Mavis grinned even more broadly and nodded.  "That was
the way."
     
     She pulled Laura down with her on the bed, wrapping her
long arms around Laura's body and kissing her warmly on the
mouth.  It was a slow, romantic kiss.  Laura could feel
every inch, every minuscule smooth velvety expanse of
Mavis's wonderful flesh against every part of her own body.
She shivered briefly just from the happy pleasure of it.
     
     "I still want it the other way too, though," Mavis
whispered to her.
     
     Laura turned very serious.  "I'm . . . afraid.  I'm
afraid of your asthma.  I don't . . . want you to . . . you
know, have an attack."
     
     Mavis looked at her devilishly.  "You never were afraid
about that before."
     
     "I didn't know before."
     
     Mavis put a finger on Laura's lips.  "I'm thirsty.  You
gotta coke?"
     
     "You're changing the subject."
     
     Mavis grinned and giggled.  "I know.  Gotta coke?"
     
     With an exasperated smile, Laura sat up.  "I probably
have something.  Come in to the kitchen with me and see."
     
     "You won't attack me, will you?" Mavis teased
flirtatiously.  "I know you wild about my body."
     
     "Grrrrrrrr!" Laura growled, giving her a mock chase out
the bedroom door into the hall, in truth totally captivated
by Mavis's body, by her sleek black skin and small bobbing
breasts and long, smooth, dark back.  "I'm going to eat you
alive!"
     
     She caught up with her right at the entryway to the
kitchen.  They embraced and kissed romantically again,
totally naked.
     
     "Mmmmm, maybe we should do it right here," Mavis
sighed, panting a little again.  "You making me forget about
the coke."
     
     "Now there's a thought," Laura breathed into her ear,
dropping both hands to Mavis's smooth, unexceptional, but
nevertheless very alluring bottom.  "We've never done it
standing up either."
     
     Mavis frowned playfully.  "Sounds a little
uncomfortable.  I like that big old bed of yours.  Lots of
room to roll around."
     
     Laura went to the refrigerator.  "I don't have any
coke, I'm afraid.  Only one root beer, and one Slice."
     
     Mavis made a face.  "You really drink that stuff?"
     
     Laura kissed her on the forehead.  "Beggars can't be
choosers.  Which one'll it be?"
     
     Mavis let her displeasure become even more visible.
"Root beer, I guess.  Ughh.  I might hurl."
     
     "Hurl?"
     
     "You know, puke."
     
     Laura grabbed the cold can of root beer and a glass
from the cupboard.  She dragged Mavis by one hand back down
the hall to the bedroom, feeling a hunger well up again
inside her groin, a hot, pulsing need to have more of this
delicious girl.  Standing naked with her in the kitchen,
kissing sweetly, arguing about which soda Mavis would agree
to drink, had been for some reason impossibly erotic.
     
     They sat on the bed.  Laura pawed Mavis's lovely young
body.  "I want to fuck you again," she murmured, kissing the
girl's round, black, gleaming, thin shoulder.  "I never get
enough."
     
     Mavis giggled softly, trying to open the can, pushing
away Laura with her free hand.  "Off!" she laughed.  "Down,
Fido.  Let  me get this ugly-ass ole root beer open first,
okay?"
     
     Laura took the can and placed it beside the glass on
the bedstand.  "Drink it afterward."  She grasped both of
Mavis's small naked breasts in her hands, twisting Mavis's
bulging nipples gently but meaningfully in her fingers.
"Let me fuck you again."
     
     When Mavis looked up, Laura could see that her wild,
dangerous eyes were pulsing, sending out the hypnotic sexual
wavelengths again, throbbing, swirling, burning into Laura's
like a deep-space pulsar that exuded deeply knowing lechery
and smoking sensuality.  She raised her hands slowly to
Laura's face.  Her breath was coming faster now, but then,
Laura thought, so is mine.
     
     "I want to do it the old way," Mavis said, simply, her
voice however chuffing and labored through her rough,
excited breathing.
     
     For Laura, fistfucking Mavis was as sweet and intense
as sex ever got, and she could hardly resist the invitation.
But Mavis could sense her reluctance.  She raised her hands
to her breasts, where Laura was still fondling and lightly
pinching her nipples, which were growing stiff and rubbery
again.  She took one of Laura's hands in both of hers and
pulled it down to her crotch, her eyes holding Laura's,
swirling, burning, pulsing.
     
     Laura could feel the bristly hairs of Mavis's muff
against her fingers.  "I want to lick that beautiful pussy
first," she breathed against Mavis's cheek.
     
     Mavis smiled, a dreamy, remote smile, as if she were
already in a sexual trance induced by the anticipation of
what Laura was now agreeing to do.  "You can lick it and
lick it," she murmured back.
     
     It took Laura only a slight tug to pull her down again
onto the sheet.  "I want to lick every part of you," she
murmured to Mavis, in no hurry now that they had got their
first little frantic fucking out of the way.
     
     "Ooohhhh . . . unhhhhh!" Mavis sighed, twisting as
Laura made her way slowly down the girl's thin but wildly
exciting body.
     
     She paused again briefly at Mavis's long, unusual
nipples, teasing and stroking them with her tongue, giving
them little sharp sucks that had Mavis keening and gurgling.
This quickly reminded Laura of the asthma, and she grew more
cautious, more worried, but still so full of love and
unquenchable physical desire for Mavis that she could not
stop.  I just have to be careful, she reminded herself.  And
listen to her . . . listen to her breathe.  And be careful.
     
     But it was harder to be careful when Mavis continued to
become more and more aroused.  Her fingers moved spastically
in Laura's hair, digging through it to Laura's scalp, and
she arched her back, pushing her wet nipples into Laura's
lips, whimpering.  Then Laura, fearing she would become too
overwrought, moved lower, licking the smooth skin of Mavis's
stomach, which was now rising and falling rapidly with her
heavy panting.
     
     Mavis's skin was not as deeply black as Dawn's or
Charise's, but she was very dark nonetheless, her skin
softer than the purest, most expensive velvet, and the feel
of it against Laura's lips made Laura's whole body glow and
throb with seething passion.  She kissed the firm flesh of
Mavis's stomach, high under her ribcage, then down the
barely visible depression in the middle to her navel, a cute
shallow `innie' that Laura frenched vigorously, making Mavis
yelp and churn her pelvis up off the mattress.
     
     "Aiieee!  Oh shit . . . Laura . . . that feels good!
Unhhhh!"
     
     Smiling, sliding both hands under Mavis's smooth
buttocks while they were so obligingly poised in midair,
Laura continued downwards with her lips, at the same time
gently nudging open Mavis's quivering thighs with her
shoulders, settling between them.  Now she had Mavis's ass
in both hands, her mouth poised only inches from the gaping,
wet, succulent feast of the girl's small, puckering cunt.
     
     It was a pretty little thing, not the long wavy-lipped
black beauty some other girls had, but a slick, wet mouth,
all pink and shiny inside, with a tiny hiding clit under a
glossy fold of black skin at the top.  Laura knew how to
make this sweet pussy sing, and she quickly began to worship
it in her special way.
     
     She ran the tip of her tongue all around the edge of
it, slipping it into the shallow creases between Mavis's
outer cunt lips and the wet black inner sleeve, just to
tantalize her.  Mavis clenched and cawed helplessly, her
thighs tensing, her fingers fluttering over them.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Now Laura slid her tongue into the creamy hot pink pit,
pulling it open with her thumbs, but not licking fast or
passionately, just a slow, sensual stroke that nearly set
Mavis on fire.  She whimpered and writhed excitedly.
     
     "Oh Laura!"
     
     "Slow, baby . . . slow," Laura purred to her.  "I'm
going to make you go slow.  I want to lick your pretty pussy
forever."
     
     "Oh . . . Laura!"
     
     Laura realized, however, that in spite of their earlier
explosion, Mavis was pretty aroused.  It would not take much
to make her come.  It wouldn't take much for me, either,
Laura thought.  I feel like I could come if she just slid
one finger into me.  My pussy is flooding.
     
     Mavis's was flooding too, oozing thick, pungent nectars
that coated Laura's tongue and filled her nostrils with
musky fragrance that made her lust jangle and surge.  Oh
god, I love her, I want to fuck her, I want to eat her, I
want to fist her, I don't want it ever to stop!
     
     She pulled back the thin flap of wet black skin that
shielded Mavis's tiny clit and tickled it with the tip of
her tongue for the first time.  Mavis's writhing body seized
up almost immediately.
     
     "Auunngghh!" she groaned, tossing her head, then
looking down at Laura with desperate, reddened eyes.
     
     Her magical eyes, which earlier had been throbbing with
deep sexual meanings, were now imploring Laura, begging her,
pleading with her.  Laura knew what they were begging her to
do.  Mavis wanted it in the worst way, and even though Laura
was still skittish and nervous about the asthma, she knew
nothing could stop her from giving in.
     
     Already, she noticed, looking down at her hand, she had
two fingers up Mavis's tight, greasy, warm pussy, gently
fucking her with them while she continued periodically to
flick the tiny whitish seed of Mavis's clit with her tongue,
making Mavis twitch and groan softly.  Slowly, carefully,
Laura introduced another finger, then after a few seconds,
yet another.  Now the four-finger wedge was pushing up into
Mavis's expanding pussy, and finally Laura joined her thumb
to it, pushing a little harder with each slow forward
thrust.
     
     "Unhhhh!" Mavis panted, looking down at Laura's fingers
in her pussy, biting her lower lip, hypnotized by the rhythm
they had fallen into.
     
     Slowly, her small black-lipped pussy was expanding to
receive Laura's pale hand, and when it finally slipped
inside, both of them felt momentarily breathless.  They
stopped moving for a brief instant, and then Mavis broke the
silence with a long, muted groan, unlike anything Laura had
heard since the last time they had done this.
     
     "Oohhnnaggunnggghh!" Mavis exhaled, her eyes rolling
up, her head falling back.
     
     With her hand sunk in Mavis's tight pussy up the wrist,
Laura suddenly felt enveloped by the mysterious, deep,
throbbing intimacy that for some reason this act always
aroused in her.  Even though Mavis now lay flat on her back,
her eyelids twitching, her mouth slack, her breath labored,
Laura could somehow feel through the warmth and rhythmic
movement of her body that Mavis felt it too, a kind of deep,
inviolable linkage of their two selves, their whole beings
now wrapped together in an intense physical communion so
profound that nothing else could break through it.
     
     "Oh  . . . honey!" Laura gasped, unable to restrain her
love and lust, slowly moving her hand and watching the
incredible pleasure pass across Mavis's face.
     
     Slowly, Mavis surfaced from the initial rapture of
penetration, her eyes fluttering open, murky and swirling.
She tilted her head up briefly to look at Laura, then let it
fall back again and began churning her hips and undulating
her thin, lovely body, forcing Laura's hand to slide-with
difficulty, since the passage was so tight and cramped-in
and out of her engorged pussy.  Laura had not even made a
fist.  She was herself still sunk in the throbbing hot magic
of this union, her whole being fixated on Mavis's slow,
rhythmical gyrations, her hand still half-paralyzed by the
feel of Mavis's warm, wet, spongy, but phenomenally tight
inner cunt walls hugging it.
     
     She couldn't keep her eyes off the sight of her white
wrist encircled by Mavis's taut, distended black cunt lips,
or the winking wet fire of the glistening pink flesh inside
Mavis's pussy which appeared around the edges, especially at
the top, just under Mavis's clit, when she pumped and
Laura's hand slid briefly outward.  Laura was also
fascinated, for some reason, by the shiny black filaments of
Mavis's pubic hair, so jet black, wanting to push her face
into the sparkly black patch, and by the incredibly smooth
black skin of Mavis's soft belly, which rose and fell
rapidly now due to her feverish panting.
     
     She was also mesmerized by the smell.  Mavis, though
aroused before, was now approaching the outer reaches of
total sexual mania, and her pussy was emitting a sweet,
almost acridly pungent fragrance, the olfactory equivalent
of her knowing, fuck-me eyes, a hot, fatally alluring odor
that turned Laura into an animal, making her want to consume
the delicious girl in one gargantuan, unholy gulp.  With her
hand still embedded deep in Mavis's snug pussy, she bent
forward, yielding to temptation, and pressed her nose deep
into the silky, curly patch of pubic hair, inhaling deeply,
and now drawing her fingers down into a fist inside Mavis,
feeling her hand swell, her knuckles expand against the
tight walls.
     
     "Ohhhhh!" Mavis sighed, her lean body quivering as she
clamped her thighs on Laura's arm.
     
     "Oh yes, baby . . . are you going to come?" Laura
purred to her, moving her lips higher, brushing them against
the smooth velvety black skin of Mavis's belly, feeling it
tense under her mouth, feeling Mavis's body quake.
     
     Mavis was certainly too far gone to answer.  She was in
a deep fuck-trance, undulating, wheezing (oh god! Laura
thought, listening carefully; is she okay?  She isn't having
an attack, is she?), gurgling, her body surging and arching,
her thighs clenching as she drove her pussy down onto
Laura's hand.  Now they were really heating up, getting
completely out of control, Laura knew.
     
     She herself was totally overcome by hot, crackling,
urgent lust for Mavis, and her hand inside Mavis's crammed
pussy began to thrust in deeper.  She twisted it, feeling
her protruding knuckles slide across the pulpy wet flesh
inside Mavis's pussy, and feeling Mavis stiffen, hearing her
whimper.
     
     "Unhhhhh!  Oh!  Ungghhh!  Annngghhh!" Mavis grunted
softly, her eyes streaked by delirious fires of unbelievable
sexual excitement.
     
     "Oh honey . . . oh honey!" Laura panted, scarcely
coherent herself as she began to fuck the poor, delectable
girl harder, faster, knowing that Mavis was approaching
surely one of the most excruciating orgasms she had ever
felt.
     
     Mavis was writhing, squirming, moaning semi-
hysterically, shuddering each time Laura's arm went into too
deeply, but then, as if to contradict the shudder, jamming
her pussy down on Laura's fist almost immediately, her
pelvis twitching and jerking, as if demanding more.
     
     "Unnhhh!  Unhhh!  Yes!  Yes!" she grunted softly,
wincing as the sensations grew almost too intense to bear.
     
     Laura, still brushing her lips across the girl's
smooth, flat belly, drew her face back, realizing that
Mavis's wild surging and pumping was about to culminate in a
ripping explosion.  By now she really didn't have to move
her hand since Mavis was fucking it, instead of letting
Laura fuck her.
     
     As she had done a few times in the past when especially
aroused in this situation, Mavis reached down with both long
arms, grabbing Laura's forearm right above the wrist with
her hands, and held Laura fiercely while she jammed her
pussy down on Laura's fist.
     
     "Unh!  Unh!  Unggghhh!"
     
     It was almost a maniacal act, which the sweet girl was
driven to by a shocking sexual urge to be simply obliterated
by hot coming.  She got her wish almost immediately.   Laura
could actually feel Mavis's tight pussy contracting around
her hand, squeezing, rotating on it.  Mavis grimaced and
groaned, then fell back, her body impaled on Laura's arm,
and began to caw and shudder as if gripped by a horrible
seizure, her face contorted in a grimace so sharp that Laura
was not alarmed only because she had seen it before, when
Mavis came unbelievably hard.
     
     The sounds that came from her were also unbelievable:
little clotted snuffles and snorts, horribly twisted cawings
and guttural grunts, then a low exhaling of sighing and
whinnying all mixed up together as the spasms weakened.
     
     "Ahhnnnnnn!" Mavis moaned, twisting now, her eyes
flashing red as she managed a brief glance at Laura out of
the maelstrom of her orgasm.  "Ohhnnnnnggg!  Oh . . . oh god
. . . ahnnnnnn!"
     
     Slowly, her body, now glistening with a thin film of
sweat, gyrated less and less, and Laura carefully began
inching her hand back out, feeling Mavis quiver with each
movement.  Mavis whimpered.  Her eyes bathed Laura in love,
but still she winced as mild aftershocks wrenched her
slackening body.
     
     "Ohhnnn!"
     
     "Oh yes, baby . . . you came so hard!" Laura purred to
her, finally extricating her wet hand completely.
     
     Mavis's voice was scratchy, her eyes still glassy and
stunned-looking.  Laura had rarely seen her have such a
devastating climax.  "I guess if I didn't have no asthma
attack during that, I ain't never going to have one."  She
beamed at Laura, blinking, as if astonished.
     
     "You just lie there for a minute and remember it while
I get a towel," Laura told her, smiling, hopping off the bed
and snatching a hand towel from the master bathroom.
     
     She quickly returned to the bed, after drying off her
hand, and lay down next to Mavis, embracing her, running her
hands all over Mavis's smooth naked body.  They kissed
slowly, and Mavis was marvelously warm and pliant, coiling
against Laura, sighing again.
     
     "Nobody can do it like you do, Laura," she whispered.
"I want to do it back to you . . . but right now I feel so
weak.  You know?  God, I really just . . . I don't know . .
. came apart there.  It wiped me out."
     
     "I know," Laura stroked her, smiling, kissing her
gleaming black shoulder.
     
     Laura didn't care, surprisingly enough.  She knew they
would get around to it.  Mavis was anything but selfish, and
she always enjoyed making love to Laura as much as she liked
being on the receiving end.  They coiled together sensually,
murmuring, caressing one another, kissing, for a long time.
     
     After a while, though, Laura began to feel very much in
need.  Lying there with her naked body pressed everywhere
against Mavis, feeling every warm, smooth inch of Mavis's
skin against hers, feeling the taut, hard bullets of Mavis's
long nipples raking across her own breasts, feeling Mavis's
fingers on her ass, on her thighs, on her back and arms,
Mavis's tongue in her mouth, soon had Laura quivering, even
mewling softly into Mavis's round shoulder.
     
     "I think I . . ." she panted, but Mavis quickly got the
message.
     
     "You're trembling, Laura," she whispered.  "You need me
to get busy."
     
     "Oh yes.  Are you feeling better now?"
     
     Mavis grinned.  "I ain't never felt this good in my
life."
     
     She slid down Laura's body to toy with and tease
Laura's breasts, then descended lower.  Laura found herself
wanting this slow, sensual motion, this patient, skillful
coiling of their bodies, to continue.  True, she had fucked
Mavis hard, harder than she had expected to, assisted by
Mavis's own fierce desire to make it especially hard, but
she herself for once wanted it to be gentle and slow, filled
with this simmering emotion and slowly throbbing build-up.
     
     "Yes . . . just like that!" she gasped as Mavis began
to lick her aching wet pussy.  "Ohhhh . . . I want it like
that, darling.  Just slow . . . and soft . . . and . . .
ohhhh yes!"
     
     "Mmmm," Mavis licked and purred, "you don't want me to
do you with my hand?"
     
     "Oh . . . yes, I do," Laura panted, now beginning to
squirm a little.  "I'm dying to have you do that.  I just
want it slow . . . and gentle, you know?"
     
     Mavis grinned, peering up at Laura from Laura's crotch.
"I think I know how to do that," she teased.  "I used to
make Brenda beg me.  It was fun."
     
     Laura was almost ready to beg right now.  Mavis's
tongue on her pussy made hot streaks of liquid fire shoot
through her entire body.  She resisted the temptation to
grab Mavis's head with both hands and pull her mouth
violently into her pussy, fucking up into it at the same
time, and making herself come in a hot, fast rush, as she
knew she could do almost instantaneously, if she wanted to.
Instead, she purposely relaxed her body and gave in to each
sweet, intense sensation that Mavis's clever tongue aroused
in her pulsing, oozing cunt.
     
     And Mavis had been telling the truth.  She almost never
lied.  She knew how to tease, and her deep desire to please
Laura made her more inventive by the second.  Her tongue
seemed to find places in Laura's pussy that had not been
touched in months.  At one point, Laura's squirming ass
actually levitated up off the bed, shaking in the air, her
voice squealing excitedly up out of her throat, as Mavis
somehow touched a raw sexual nerve that shot sharp electric
flashes through her body.
     
     "Mmnnggiiieee!" Laura wailed unexpectedly, then fell
back hard to the mattress, making the bed jump.
     
     "Ooohhhh . . . I better be careful," Mavis joked.
     
     "Oh god!"
     
     "You like that, don't you.  I bet you'll like this
too."
     
     Now she got some of her fingers up into Laura's juicy
channel-at first Laura could not tell how many, maybe three
or four-and began to saw them slowly in and out while
flicking Laura's clit with the tip of her tongue.  Hey,
that's my technique! Laura realized, through the hot,
throbbing excitement of her body, half-giggling to herself.
     
     "Unhh!" she suddenly gasped, feeling the level of her
sexual arousal jump up a clear notch and a half.  "Oh god!
Oh Mavis . . ."
     
     "You ready to beg me?" Mavis teased softly.  "I ain't
going to let you come if you don't beg me."
     
     Laura laughed softly, her laughter disrupted by fierce
panting and gurgling as Mavis's fingers and tongue again
made her pussy clench and flutter.  "I don't know if you're
going to have any say in . . . the . . . matter," she panted
roughly.
     
     "Oh yes . . . I am," Mavis laughed back.  "You watch."
     
     Mavis stopped moving.  She brushed her cheek tenderly
against one of Laura's naked thighs, her fingers still
embedded in Laura's wet pussy, but not moving.
     
     "Mmmm, Laura, you smell good, you know that?  You put
perfume on this pretty pink pussy?  Mmmm, I love the way you
smell!"
     
     Laura couldn't answer.  Even though Mavis had deviated
from bringing her directly to a sharp climax, Laura was
still trembling with sexual tension, her body yearning, her
mind humming madly with insane sexual need.  Fuck me . . .
Mavis . . . put it in me . . . do it to me . . . all of it!
     
     "Oh!  Oh!"
     
     Now Mavis was moving again, slyly, subtly, stroking the
edges of Laura's pussy with her tongue, sliding her fingers
further up into Laura, until Laura could feel the hard
swellings of her knuckles.  Yes!  Yes . . . do it!
     
     She got control of herself long enough to look down at
Mavis's solemn, determined face, seeing the familiar fires
in the girl's mysterious, knowing eyes as Mavis looked back
up at her.  Mavis drew her long tongue slowly across Laura's
clit, never taking her eyes from Laura's, and Laura nearly
dissolved in hot quivering.
     
     "Ahhnnnnnn!"
     
     "Beg me, Laura," Mavis said softly, not teasing now,
very serious.  "Go ahead."
     
     Now it took everything Laura had to keep her focus on
the slow, sensual, simmering buildup she had wanted, and
that Mavis had agreed to deliver.  Slowly getting control of
her rapid breathing, she began to undulate her pelvis
gradually, whimpering, feeling every scintilla of pleasure
in her pussy as Mavis probed and sucked it teasingly.
     
     "Beg me, Laura," she murmured.
     
     Laura whimpered.  She did not have to fake it.
"Please," she gasped.  "Please . . . Mavis, please!"
     
     "Please?" Mavis smiled, devilishly.  "'Please' mean you
want me to do something?"
     
     Laura tittered, unable to suppress her delight at
Mavis's skill and mischievous attitude.  "You little bitch,"
she laughed, panting heavily.  "I need you to fuck me."
     
     "Ooohh, Laura, you got a dirty mouth," Mavis giggled,
now moving her hand more forcefully up into Laura's
expanding pussy.  "This what you mean?"
     
     "Unhhhh!  Ohnggg!  Yes!" Laura gagged softly, nearly
unable to bear the anticipation as she felt Mavis's small
hand on the verge of slipping completely into her.
     
     Again she could feel the sweet, intensely mysterious
sense of intimate union that had come over her earlier when
she had thrust her own hand into Mavis's tight young pussy.
She held her breath for an instant as she felt Mavis's hand
slide up into her, stiffening slightly, then relaxing,
letting the full sweep of the intense bliss that accompanied
this moment envelop her body.
     
     "Oh god!  Ahhnnnnnn!"
     
     It was a moment of exquisite tenderness mingled with
sexual magic of the most extreme kind, and their eyes caught
again and held tight as Mavis began slowly to move her hand
inside Laura's cunt.  Laura got what she wanted.  Mavis did
not try to pump her hard, or increase the tempo in any way.
Like Laura, she had fallen into the spell and was hypnotized
by the slow, rhythmic sensuality of Laura's undulating body,
and Laura's soft moaning.
     
     For several minutes, it seemed, they said nothing to
each other while Mavis with painstaking care slid her hand
up into Laura's tight, greasy channel, then pulled it back a
little, twisted it, formed it into a fist, and pushed it up
into Laura again.  Laura thought she might die of happiness,
as well as the growing, swelling, pulsing sexual arousal
that began to flood her body.
     
     "Is it good?" Mavis asked, her face completely solemn
and mesmerized by the intimate act they were performing, her
eyes swirling and throbbing.
     
     "Ungghh!  Oh god . . . what do you think?"
     
     Laura was almost unable to respond.  She could feel the
swelling, building tension in her body, the sweet release
that beckoned, the magnetic connection between her pussy and
Mavis's small fist, the hot current that flowed between them
through their eyes.  She wanted to come, and she wanted to
prolong this sweet intensity forever.  She wanted to gaze
into Mavis's scintillating, loving, passionate eyes and feel
the tiny curvature of each knuckle as it slid across the
buttery, squinchy inner walls of her cunt, feel the nudging
of Mavis's wrist up against the swollen berry of her aching
clit, feel the certainty that only seconds from now she
would dissolve in hot waves of billowing fire.
     
     Oh shit, I don't ever want this to stop! she realized.
"Oh honey . . . I don't ever want it to be over!" she gasped
desperately to Mavis, feeling the flesh in her arms and legs
quiver involuntarily, a hint that her wishes were now
immaterial, that her body would hurtle toward its fiery
climax no matter what she wanted.
     
     "You're gonna come, Laura," Mavis smiled, twisting her
fist once again, sliding it in deeper than before, making
Laura groan.
     
     "Auungghh!"
     
     "You're gonna come whether you want to or not, I
think."
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     "Do you want me to speed it up?"
     
     "No.  No . . . just like that . . . yes!  Ohhhhh . . .
like that!  Ohhhhh Mavis, I love the way you do it!"
     
     True to her word, Mavis did not accelerate the pace a
bit.  Slowly, she kept fucking Laura, slowly, patiently,
deliberately, sliding her hand in deep, pulling it out,
pushing it in.  Laura went crazy, but she too refused to
pump or squirm wildly.  Instead, she relaxed her body,
patiently undulating, moving her hips, biting her lower lip,
feeling the unbearable pressures swell to the bursting point
deep in her belly and her womb.
     
     As they approached the end, it was harder and harder
for them both to stay under control, to move slowly.
Without knowing she was doing it, Laura suddenly realized
that she had grabbed fistfuls of the sheet with both hands,
and was bearing down with her clenched buttocks into the
mattress, trying to hold on, trying to postpone the final
explosion.  Mavis was cooing incoherently to her, kissing
Laura's thighs, again licking her clit, fucking her slowly,
also knowing that the end was inevitable and would come
soon.
     
     "Ohhhhnnnn!  Ohhhhnnnnn!"
     
     "You're gonna come, Laura," Mavis murmured.  "Might as
well give in.  I'm gonna make you come now."
     
     "Oh no!  Don't let it stop!"
     
     "Yes . . . yes, pretty Laura.  You gon' come now . . .
get ready."
     
     Now, almost imperceptibly, Mavis did pick up the pace,
but only a little.  Laura could feel it, but barely.
Mavis's hand seemed to grow harder inside of her, and
Mavis's knuckles scraped along the raw inner flesh of her
pussy more noticeably, and Mavis's tongue now lashed her
exposed clit, and Laura groaned, and arched, and then melted
into a long shuddering sigh as waves of sweet pulsing
rapture began to roll through her quivering body.
     
     "Ohhnnnnn!  Oh Jesus!  Ahnnnnnnn!  Oh . . . oh Mavis!
Ungghhhh!"
     
     Laura's climax began like a warm, thrilling fever
dream, sweeping through her body like an ocean wave, but
quickly it turned into a tornado, and Mavis was suddenly
thrusting hard, bringing hot, violent groans up from deep in
Laura's chest.
     
     "Ungghh!  Auungghh!  Oh yes!  Oh yes!
Ungghmmnngghiiieeeee!" Laura wailed, suddenly feeling the
whole cataclysm jump up another rung to a fierce, clenching
seizure of hot coming.
     
     The bed shook, and Mavis encircled Laura's hips with
one arm so as not to be thrown off by the violent jerking
and wild churning of Laura's spasming body.  After four or
five intense shudders, Laura's body began to slacken, and
she slumped, gasping and whimpering, back to the sheet,
still fiercely enjoying the deep contractions her cunt
continued to make around Mavis's wrist.
     
     "Oh shit . . . don't move!" she gasped to Mavis, who
smiled, so thrilled to have given this shattering orgasm to
Laura.  "Don't move!  I'm still . . . coming!"
     
     "You go for it, Laura," Mavis grinned, watching Laura
buck a few more times and then dissolve into another rolling
aftershock.
     
     "Unhhhhhh!  Ohhhhh!"
     
     After this died away, they simply lay there for several
minutes without moving.  Laura knew that Mavis felt the same
way she did, that they were linked in some impossible,
inexplicable, profound way by this, by Mavis's hand inside
her body, by the killing beauty of the climax she had just
enjoyed.  Only after she stirred and opened her eyes and
smiled down at the girl did Mavis begin to pull out her
hand.
     
     Laura reached across the bed and handed her the towel,
the same one she had used herself earlier in the same
circumstance.  Mavis carefully wiped off her fingers.  She
then smelled them.
     
     "I wish I could take this home in a bottle and smell it
whenever I get horny," she said, flirting again with Laura.
"Laura's pussy perfume.  Makes me hot."
     
     Laura pulled her close and kissed her, stroking her
naked black body.  "How long can you stay?"
     
     "What time is it?"
     
     "Six thirty," Laura said, glancing at the clock radio.
     
     "My mama don't get home until nine.  She got a new job
working at Walmart.  She stays until they close.  Actually,
she usually don't make it home until nine thirty."

     Now Laura kissed her in other places than her mouth,
relishing the way her own sexual desire seemed to refresh so
speedily after the killer orgasm.  "Mmmm, at least a couple
more hours?"
     
     Mavis squinted.  "Ain't you tired.  We just did it,
Laura.  Give me a rest, okay?"
     
     Laura felt instantly contrite, remembering the asthma.
"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean-"
     
     Mavis bubbled over with giggles.  "Look at you.  You
think you trying to fuck a sick person, right?  Like I'm
going to have an asthma attack while you licking my pretty
little black pussy.  Right?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I'm afraid of it."
     
     "Shit, Laura, I told you I'm okay if I take my
medication and my inhaler.  As a matter of fact, I should
take one at six.  Let  me go in the bathroom and take it, so
you don't get yourself all worried, okay?"
     
     Mavis popped off the bed and found her backpack.  She
unzipped it and took out a bottle of pills and her inhaler.
     
     She winked at Laura as she disappeared into the master
bathroom.  "And when I come out, I hope you'll be ready for
something hot this time."
     
     "How could it be hotter?" Laura asked playfully.
     
     "You'll see," Mavis winked again and shut the door
behind her.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
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