Laura and Gail Chronicles: Hot Lesbian Erotica Compilation

by Miranda Mars

  “Do you think I'll be a lesbian forever after this?”

  Laura laughed softly, again kissing her everywhere. “I'm sure going to do my best to make that happen.”

  “I like fucking with Jason. At least some of the time. He's my boyfriend,” she explained. “He goes to UCLA.”

  “You told me. Last time. Remember?”

  It somehow seemed to Laura that Gail was again trying to veer away from the moment at hand. She kissed her ear, her shoulder, raised her hands again to Gail's wonderful, firm little breasts. “Sorry,” Gail murmured. “Didn't mean to bring him up.”

  “Let's lie down on Prentice's bed here and see if we can't get this underway.” She drew Gail over to it and pulled her gently down on the sheet. “You are so lovely and dark against this white sheet.”

  “Have you done it with a black girl before?”

  “Yes.”

  “Are they better than white girls?”

  Laura shut her up with a deep, passionate kiss, stabbing her tongue into Gail's mouth, trying to raise the heat and scour away the silly questions.

  “No, I mean it. Are they?” Gail persisted.

  Instead of saying Why don't we find out?, as she wanted to say, she scooped up Gail's beautiful little breast in her palm, the one she had not touched with her mouth until now, having earlier, by the door, sucked the other one enough to tantalize them both. She sucked this one almost completely into her mouth too, again stroking Gail's lovely, silky nipple with her tongue.

  She sucked it for a full minute, not hard, but insistently, also squeezing the base of it with her fingers, since most of the firm ball was inside her mouth. Gail said nothing but started breathing harder toward the end. She made a tiny squeak deep in her throat as Laura finally released her shiny wet nipple from her mouth. But immediately she sucked it back inside.

  “Oh!” Gail whimpered, a shocked gasp. “God . . . you are good,” she gasped, repeating what she had said when Laura was sucking her other breast.

  This Laura took for a green light. Gail liked it. Laura certainly liked it. She spent the next several minutes mouth-mauling the girl's delicious breasts, not only sucking Gail's nice large black nipples but also peppering each small globe with hot kisses, squeezing them, lashing them with her tongue, sucking harder, feeling Gail's body squirm now the more her breasts were sucked, and the harder Laura sucked them.

  By the time she looked up again, both of Gail's breasts were shiny wet with her saliva, and Gail's nipples were hard and jutting. Gail's pretty face was contorted with seizures of physical pleasure Laura had not seen there until now.

  “God, that feels so good,” she mewled. “I think I'm going to like this. Guys don't suck like you do.”

  “Mmmmm, I know,” Laura slurped, going in for a further attack, sucking maniacally, wondering indeed if she was getting altogether too maniacal for this sweet young thing. “I'm going to suck your pretty pussy the same way.”

  They were still both wearing their panties, but while she was sucking Gail's breasts, Laura had managed to slide one hand down the girl's body and had slipped her fingers under the elastic of Gail's panties, so that by now her whole hand cupped one full hard moon of Gail's beautiful ass. She squeezed it.

  Gail said nothing but squirmed a little more excitedly. She had a way of squinting and tossing her head in a fit of pleasure, then quickly looking up again as the fit seemed to pass, then wincing or squinting and tossing her head again. Another little spasm of pleasure, I guess, Laura thought. She drew her hand around to the front, still under Gail's very brief panties, and felt the warm wet furrow of her pussy. Gail was sopping wet. She was ready for whatever Laura had in mind for her.

  “I want to lick your pussy,” Laura panted.

  “I . . . I never . . . come when guys lick my pussy,” Gail confessed. “Of course . . . you do everything better than they do. They always stop too soon.”

  “Flattery will get you everywhere,” Laura grinned. “Here . . . let's get these off.”

  She skimmed the abbreviated black panties down Gail's perfectly shaped legs and flung them away. Next she quickly slipped off her own, then swarmed over Gail's now-naked body in a hurricane of kissing and caressing and licking and sucking her smooth warm flesh everywhere, even loving the sticky/salty taste of her dried sweat.

  “Mmmmm, you taste like yoga practice,” she purred, clutching both of Gail's hard round ass moons in her hands now and sliding down Gail's lovely, squirming young body, kissing her hard stomach, her mons, sliding between her lean thighs. She spread away the damp black hair shrouding Gail's sweet pussy with her fingers, revealing a fiery open wet slit, hot pink inside and redolent of fuck-me perfume that filled her happy nostrils.

  Without hesitation, she slipped her tongue in deep between the inner petals. Gail twitched and gave a tiny gasp, a happy gasp. “Ahhnnn!”

  Laura had been waiting it seemed like months to get her mouth on this darling, evasive girl's delicious young pussy, and took this opportunity to devour it hungrily. She didn't care what Gail said about not being able to come this way. Or whatever, Laura thought, stabbing her tongue deep into the warm, buttery channel, sucking Gail's pussy lips, tongue-flicking her little clittie, which only now began to emerge from its tiny tent, swelling and engorging. I'll bet you anything you come. And in seconds, too. Auntie Laura knows a trick or two, you cutie.

  For all Gail's earlier evasions and innocent questioning, she now fell silent and yielded totally to Laura's skilled attentions, though propping herself up on her elbows to watching Laura's face between her silky dark thighs. Laura didn't speak either. This was serious pussy-eating business to her, and she was too busy exploring and kissing and sucking every part of Gail's lovely little oozing slit to think of saying anything. She sucked and probed and licked and fingered Gail's tight little honey pot until after several minutes of it Gail was whimpering and mewling softly, and churning her pelvis slowly, her eyelids fluttering, her stomach palpitating, as the sensations grew more intense.

  “Oh . . . oh Laura . . .” she gasped at one point. “Oh god!” she groaned sharply, even pushing away Laura's mouth for a second by placing her palm on Laura's forehead. “Oh . . . god!”

  Laura smiled up at her, her mouth smeared with pussy juices. “Going to come?”

  “Oh . . .” Gail winced, and nodded. “I think . . . I was.”

  “I think you were too.” Laura quickly began licking and sucking her pussy again, gently this time, having been pushed away, but confidently too, since she knew there was nothing now standing in their way. Gail was going to climax in the next minute, she knew it.

  But it did not happen. Gail was right, it took her a long time. As Laura grew to realize it, she also knew that it meant nothing to her; just a longer, more wonderful time before the inevitable finish. She kissed her way back up the girl's lean and supple body to her mouth and gave her a searing kiss, clutching Gail's breasts again in her hands and swarming all over her, as if to let her know that this was a process, sometimes a lengthy one, that involved a lot of sensual pleasure along the way. They coiled together, kissing, groping, and Laura began to massage Gail's puckered, wet pussy with two fingers while she kissed her.

  “Ahhhnnnn!” Gail moaned softly, beginning to churn her hips rhythmically into Laura's hand. “Ohhhh . . . yessssss!”

  Laura sucked her earlobe and fucked her pussy a little faster with her hand. Gail panted and twisted but gave no sign she was any closer to a climax. But she was certainly enjoying Laura's caresses, Laura knew. Her body was vibrant with need, tense with pent-up sexual fervor. She panted and whimpered a little and squirmed under Laura, so desirable in the process that Laura feared she herself might come simply from beholding this darling girl in the throes of her sexual need.

  After several minutes of this, Gail began to chant: “Oh yes . . . oh yes!”

  “Mmmm, honey,” Laura nuzzled her neck under her ear. “You are close.”

  “Oh yes!” Gail writhed and shimmi
ed, churning with her pelvis. “Oh yes! Oh yes!”

  “Mama wants to suck your sweet pussy again.”

  “Oh yes! Ungghhh! Oh yes! Hurry!”

  Laura did know how to hurry. Quickly, she slid down again between Gail's now-yawning thighs. Again she parted the sticky, damp filaments of crotch hair that webbed over Gail's pussy with her fingers, then stabbed her tongue deep into the glistening dark pink inner slit, feeling Gail twitch and hearing her groan as the sensations swept through her clenching body. If anything, her pussy was even more wet and swollen now than before.

  “Unnrrrmmggh!”

  Laura slid two fingers up into the warm, buttery channel, probing, and also sucking her clit, little hood and all, lashing it with her tongue. Let's see if you have a little Gee! spot, as Allisha loves to call it, she thought, smiling. I am going to make you explode in a thousand pieces, I hope!

  “Annnuunnn! Annuunnn!”

  Laura said nothing, being wholly involved in a fervent lust assault. She was determined that there would be no more waiting. Now, honey, now! Give in to it! Let it happen!

  Gail groaned and grunted, guttural, animalistic sounds that were so completely a polar opposite of her excessively cute and adorable appearance. Then she winced, and clenched, and strained, and burst.

  “Oh! AUUNGGHHH! Oh! Oh! AUUNGGHHH!”

  She went briefly into sharp convulsions as a very powerful orgasm gripped her slender frame, shaking her, wringing tiny yelps and squeals from her lungs, contorting her cute face with sharp grimaces of extreme rapture.

  Laura rode it with her, smiling, her mouth still fastened to the girl's throbbing cunt, her fingers still pressing and rubbing the magic tissue inside, as Gail careened through this paroxysm of bliss to the end, a long, wrenching, then softly whinnying slide and a sighing, peaceful finish.

  Neither of them knew how long it had taken, but it was not quick. Laura did not move, wanting Gail to experience the full extent of this terrific orgasm. Finally, though, she had to move, pull back a little, slide up a little, kissing Gail's gleaming round bare shoulder. “I guess that was an okay beginning, eh?” she murmured, continuing to kiss Gail's neck, her chin, her cheek, her forehead.

  Gail still seemed stunned and did not reply. Her black eyes were glassy, her breath still a little labored. Her body, however, was completely slack and pliant and relaxed in Laura's arms. When Laura kissed her mouth, she kissed back lazily, almost having to be awakened long enough to do it. Laura had seen this before on a few occasions: a newbie who was so overwhelmed and stunned by her first lesbian orgasm that she completely zoned out for a few minutes. Laura was in no hurry and let her revive on her own time.

  She felt Gail's lips moving against her neck. “Laura . . . I don't think I want to do it with Jason any more,” Gail murmured, almost inaudibly. “I think . . . I only want to do it with you.”

  Laura grinned. “You are so sweet,” she murmured back, cupping one of Gail's delectable naked breasts in her palm and brushing her cheek with her lips. “I'm glad you liked it.”

  “I liked it,” Gail breathed and smiled. “I liked it very much.”

  “If you're good, I'll give you another one.”

  Gail smiled even wider. “You know, I've never come more than once. Never. I mean at the same time. Usually guys want to get up and run or shoot hoops or something anyway. I don't think they're interested in doing it more than once.”

  “I am,” Laura kissed her lovely collar bone, her throat, her chest, on her way again to those scrumptious little breasts. “Here . . . you help me, I help you.”

  She drew Gail's right hand down to her crotch. It was a slightly aggressive gesture, she knew, but she also figured that in Gail's present state of sweet satiety, she would not resist, would perhaps even welcome the chance to give Laura pleasure too. And she was right. Without even a word, Gail dipped two fingers into Laura's swollen wet pussy and began to rub her suggestively.

  “Oh! Yes!” Laura gasped, unable to keep her head from tipping back, her eyes from closing briefly. “Yes yes!”

  She began to undulate. She parted her thighs even further to make Gail's access easier, and Gail accordingly began to rub her clit a little faster and a little harder. “You're going to come, Laura,” she murmured against Laura's neck. “Is this working? Am I doing it right?”

  “Oh, yes! Unhhh!”

  No further words were necessary. Laura had known she was wound tight, all from the excitement of having fucked Gail for the first time, but she had not given a thought to how close she actually was to a climax. Gail's fingers on her pussy had further fueled the simmering fire, and now she was churning and gurgling and gasping and . . . suddenly . . . coming, shocked and crippled by a sharp uprush of surging honeyfire that pulsed throughout her straining body.

  “Ahhnnnggggg! Ohnnnmmnnngg! Oh! Oh . . . shit . . . honey! Yes! Ommnggg!”

  Finally, she stopped thrashing, but was still panting heavily. Gail was perfectly quiet and motionless. Her fingers were still inside Laura's pussy, but not moving. She pecked Laura on the cheek. “Well. Guess I did it okay.”

  “You did it beautifully,” Laura smiled, grabbing Gail by the back of the head and mashing her mouth into hers, thrusting her tongue deep into Gail's mouth.

  This kiss turned from an exuberant expression of gratitude into a scorching explosion of passion. Instead of slaking her lust for the girl, her orgasm had only fanned Laura's flaming hunger. “I want you again!” she breathed.

  “You . . . are so hot, Laura,” Gail said, apparently half-astonished. “How can we do it again so quick?”

  But Laura already had one of Gail's small, beautiful breasts almost completely inside her mouth and could not reply. She sucked it maniacally, and Gail responded by whimpering happily and caressing Laura's forehead with her fingertips.

  “Don't you think we should rest, and take a shower, or something? I'm all sticky. You're getting sticky too.”

  Only a few days earlier Laura had spent a thrilling few minutes in the shower with Ashley, fucking and roaring and laughing and licking water off each other. But now she still had to drive home, across the bridge. The weather, after days of broiling heat, had dropped twenty degrees, and she would have damp hair. It all sounded somehow unappealing, though a romp with this delicious cutie in the water was wildly tempting.

  “Let's do it next time,” she murmured, after releasing Gail's darling little saliva-wet breast from her mouth. “I don't want to get my hair wet.”

  Gail pouted.

  “Don't pout.” She kissed her neck again, her throat. “I want to have you again. I want to make you come again. You are so beautiful when you come.”

  Gail crinkled her nose, cuter than ever. “Cute. That's all I am. Am I cute when I come? How disgusting!”

  “No. You're not cute. You're beautiful, as I said.” Although, Laura demurred to herself, she was pretty cute. Gail had a desperate little squint just before and during her climax that was kitten-cute. “Maybe we should use one of Prentice's little toys.” Laura leaned across the bed and fished one of the dildos up from the floor. “Here, how about this one?”

  It was a moderate-sized dildo, not the bigger one. Gail got a guilty-looking smile on her face. “I don't know, I think I'd rather have the other one.”

  Laura promptly dropped the first dildo and picked up the second one. “This one?” It was about two inches longer and an inch thicker.

  Gail nodded, looking at the ripply shaft as if she had always secretly wanted to feel it ramming into her. Or maybe I'm just projecting, Laura thought.

  “I don't know, can we be sure they're clean?” she asked Gail.

  “Are you kidding? I told you, Prentice is a clean freak. For all I know he surgically sterilizes those things after each use. Really, you can't even leave a crumb on the counter or a used glass in the sink. He's clean.”

  “That's all I needed to hear, my darling,” Laura purred, dropping the dildo on the sheet and enfolding Gail in her arms, mashin
g her own naked breasts against Gail's, one of which was still damp from her mouth. “I'm going to fuck you with my big dick,” she teased in a sexy whisper.

  Gail smiled and giggled softly. “I like you, Laura. You're one of the few people who want to fuck me who I actually like.”

  “All guys, I guess. Right?”

  Gail nodded. “There are probably gals too, but I don't know who they are. Except the ones that chase me around the store. And you, of course.”

  “You are a hot little piece.” Laura playfully pinched one splendid round ass moon.

  “I don't try to be,” Gail giggled again, squirming away. “I just . . . am, I guess.”

  “You are . . . you are . . .” Laura murmured, kissing her everywhere.

  They clutched each other, mashing their naked bodies together, kissing hungrily. Laura's hands were all over Gail. There was so much of this tight smooth little dark body that she had not yet explored. And she had wanted to for such a long time. She squeezed both of Gail's taut grapefruit ass cheeks in her hands, and ran a suggestive forefinger up and down in the crack between them, tickling Gail's pinched little rosebud and making her squeal softly and wriggle away.