Laura and Gail Chronicles: Hot Lesbian Erotica Compilation

by Miranda Mars

  “Don't!” Gail laughed.

  “Why not?”

  “I . . . don't like it.”

  “Yes, you do. I felt you quiver and clench.”

  “That means I don't like it.”

  “Mmmmm.” Laura pulled her close again, sucking her neck. “Maybe you'd like it if it were my tongue instead of my finger.”

  “Why does everyone want to fuck you in the ass? You're as bad as a guy.” But Gail was still laughing softly.

  Laura now unloaded her own fake pout, featuring a droopy lower lip. “I thought you said I was better.”

  Gail softened. “You are better. But I don't want you to fuck me in the ass.”

  “Not even with my tongue?”

  Gail shook her head, tilting it, giving Laura one of her most adorable squint-smiles. “But you can . . . use that. If you want to.” She glanced down at the big dildo on the sheet. “Not in my ass, though.”

  “Mmmm.” Laura grabbed her and wrestled her onto her back. “My baby wants to be rammed full of dick.”

  Gail half whimpered and turned solemn, her dark eyes smoking. “I do.”

  But Laura did not jump on it immediately. After all, they had just had a happy little first bout of girl-girl fucking, and Gail had loved it. Let her get used to this sensual squirming and kissing and rubbing and all-body mating before she yielded to Laura's inner loving rapist, yielding up that beautiful little pussy to the rampaging monster that now lay quietly on the sheet at their feet.

  “I want to kiss you and squeeze you and feel you everywhere,” Laura murmured to her, enfolding her naked body in sweet, tender wrestling holds while allowing her hungry mouth to roam.

  And Gail responded as if this were a totally new experience for her, as if no one had ever wanted every inch of her before, as Laura clearly did. Nobody was counting, but this kissing and squirming and embracing and sucking and slurping seemed to go on for ten minutes or more. Laura no longer threatened--even playfully--an anal invasion, but she did manage to get her mouth all over those smooth grapefruit moons, kissing and sucking them passionately, and making Gail whimper and moan in the process.

  It was in this position, with Gail's peerless posterior slightly elevated and vulnerable while Laura licked and sucked every firm round inch, that Laura decided to move on with the main event. She reached down with one hand to grab the dildo that Gail had personally selected, and then effortlessly slid the whole long, thick shaft into the girl's puckering wet black-lipped pussy, not stopping until her fingertips brushed the wiry filaments of Gail's crotch hair.

  “Unhhhh!” Gail gave a loud, prolonged groan as it penetrated her, but Laura could see the pleasure grip her face as she grimaced and closed her eyes. “Ohhh . . . shit!”

  “Does that feel good?”

  “Oh, Laura.”

  Slowly, Laura began to fuck her with it, mesmerized by the sight of the thick, now glistening, wet, salmon-colored shaft forcing Gail's pussy lips apart, engorging her, sliding in, the lips clinging to it as she drew it back out, then pushed it in again, feeling Gail's body clench and quiver. After her initial groan, Gail fell silent, except for her rough, accelerated breathing. Looking up, Laura could see her with her cheek pressed to the sheet, gritting her teeth, wincing, then half-smiling as the wince turned into deep pleasure, quickly succeeded by another tight wince.

  “Oh!” she finally peeped, not a moan so much as a strangled gasp.

  “Mmmmm, I love your beautiful ass,” Laura purred, resuming the pure pleasure of kissing and sucking Gail's delicious hard round moons as she pushed and pulled the dildo in and out of her body. “I love your beautiful body.”

  “Mmee!” Gail peeped softly again, how swirling her whole lower body gently back and up into Laura's thrusts.

  They quickly settled into a smooth rhythm that clearly delivered to Gail the sublime pleasure that was suffusing her pretty face as she slowly bucked her rear end back and up into Laura's patient thrusting. Push it in; slowly pull it out. Nip, bite, and suck one delicious round dark buttock, then the other. Ram her a little harder, since she is now whooping softly and swirling her pelvis in a tight circle instead of slowly bucking. No hurry . . . no hurry. Gail was not quick. They already knew that. It would take her a little while. Oh good! Laura thought. The longer, the better! I love fucking you, darling. Any way I can.

  Minutes passed while they explored every sensation available from this position. It had been, Laura realized, a long time since she had fucked any partner from the rear with a hand-held dildo, and she accordingly thrilled to the possibilities, being monstrously oral and desperately needing to kiss and suck every inch of her lover. She kissed not only Gail's peerless ass cheeks but also the sleek, smooth backs of her clenching thighs, and her lower back, her dimpled sacrum, then let her lips move higher to the long upper groove of her spine, until she was pressing her own naked body into Gail's back and also fucking her more and more rapidly and roughly with the dildo, really jamming it into her.

  “Unh! Unh! Ohhnng!” Gail gasped, twisting and writhing a little more wildly under Laura's pressing body.

  In the midst of their heated squirming and panting, Laura managed to twist Gail onto her back and now began to maul her with hungry kisses while she accelerated the tempo with the dildo. She loved Gail's small breasts and again tried to swallow each one, while Gail whooped and churned deliriously underneath her, her hips now bucking wildly up into Laura's plunging dildo.

  “Oh! Oh!”

  “Yes . . . yes, honey!” Laura panted to her, releasing one love-tortured black nipple long enough to encourage her.

  Gail took a long time, a long lovely time, but she was finally there, or almost. Her lean body quivered and surged. She dug her heels into the mattress and shimmied her pelvis, groaning as Laura plunged the dildo deep into her engorged pussy.

  “Mmmnnggeeee! Mmmnnggeee!” she suddenly began keening, even before her body began to flex and jackknife in the grip of a fierce, finally arriving orgasm.

  She shook and shuddered. Little pinched-off squeals came from deep in her chest, almost inaudible, as a truly powerful climax crunched her, more powerful than the one she had had earlier. Laura looped one arm around her neck and pulled her close, hugging her roughly as the flipping, straining, sharp clenching of her sweet flesh overpowered her and left her gasping and mewling.

  “Nnnnnuunnnnmmmm . . .” Gail hummed incoherently, her eyes rolling up, her body still acting on its own, twitching, quivering, then going slack against Laura, who still held her tightly. “Ohhhmmmnnggg!”

  Sometimes it's almost too much to bear, isn't it, darling? Laura smiled, smoothing stray strands of hair away from Gail's gleaming forehead, then kissing her face everywhere. “You are beautiful when you come,” she whispered to her.

  Gail did not respond. In fact, she did not even show much awareness for another minute or so, still sunk deep in her aftermath reverie of bliss. When her eyes finally did blink open, they were dark and shiny with trailing sparks of rapture. Then, after staring into Laura's eyes for a long moment, she said only one thing: “God.”

  “God had nothing to do with it, darling,” Laura murmured, kissing her smooth dark brown cheek. “Hold still while I pull this out.”

  “I don't mean god,” Gail winced as Laura extracted the thick, wet shaft from her pussy. “I mean . . . shit, I don't know what I mean. That was the best fuck of my life.”

  Laura lay the wet dildo gingerly on the floor beside the bed. “You're still pretty young, my love.” She embraced Gail, kissing her mouth not with smoldering passion this time but a more sisterly affection.

  “I've been fucking since I was sixteen,” Gail gave her a sharp, sarcastic grin. “I know I look cute and innocent, but I was an early starter. Guys love to fuck a cute little underage tart like me. I've never had an orgasm like that.”

  Laura's hands were again all over Gail's body. “Here's to many more,” she murmured. “And here's hoping I get to help.”

  Both of the
m, however, nearly jumped out of their skins when there was a loud series of raps on the door. “Hey! Gail! Is that you?” The male voice was muffled but loud.

  “Prentice,” Gail said softly to Laura, though without alarm. “Fuck him. I live here too. I have a right to use this room.”

  Again the loud rapping. Some more muffled, incoherent words. Gail began fishing her clothes up off the floor. Laura, following her lead, did the same.

  “How long have we been in here?” Gail asked her.

  “Darling, I haven't the faintest. You make time stand still.”

  Gail was almost already dressed, since she held her underwear dangling from one hand. Laura took a little longer.

  “Shut up, Prentice!” Gail hollered in the direction of the door when he knocked on it insistently again. “We're coming out! Shut the fuck up!”

  The knocking stopped. Laura struggled into her clothes and patted her hair with both hands, wondering how slutty and decadent she looked. Gail looked on, amused. “Ready?” she asked. “You look fine. Prentice and his boyfriend will know you took my lesbian cherry. I like the way you look. Like a supermodel sex machine.”

  “Oh god, not really!” Laura blushed.

  “No, not really.” Gail came close and tiptoed up to kiss her, reminding Laura of the difference in their heights. “You look like the girl who just gave me the best orgasm I ever had.”

  “Well, that's something, I guess,” Laura said, still slightly flummoxed at having to emerge from this room looking all disheveled and guilty.

  Gail opened the door. There was no one directly outside. She replaced the red necktie on its hook inside the Casbah. Laura followed her down the darkened hallway into the front room, where they found two young men in their twenties lounging together on the leather sofa, leafing with exaggerated boredom through magazines.

  “Sorry, Gail,” said one of them, a fairly handsome guy with steel blue eyes and a crewcut. His friend was an East Indian young man with feminine features and flashing obsidian eyes. He appeared embarrassed, and Laura, who felt the same, could certainly understand why. “I thought you guys were, maybe, finished. This is Vijay.”

  Laura and Gail nodded at the shy Vijay.

  “This is Laura,” Gail said. Laura caught a little smirk as she said it, as if she were acknowledging that raging sex had just occurred between her and Laura. So if you heard me groaning, she was telling Prentice, its only payback for all those times I've had to sit through your disgusting theatrical orgies. Now we're even.

  “Finished now?” Prentice asked, also with a smirk he made no effort to hide.

  “I'm afraid we had to use one of your . . . things,” Gail said. “The big long thick one. You might want to clean it off.”

  Prentice grinned. But he said nothing. Laura could see him calculating how he would tease Gail in the future for this. “Thanks for the tip,” he said.

  “I'm going to walk Laura to her car.”

  “Nice meeting you, Laura,” Prentice said, standing up as she and Gail headed for the door.

  Down on the sidewalk, she said to Laura, “Next time let's try to find somewhere else to do it.”

  “I don't know, that wasn't so bad,” Laura said, instantly realizing all the difficulties involved. Since she would not have sex where she lived with Makeeda (except for the one horrible mistake she had made with Ashley), she was quite familiar with the difficulties one faced in finding appropriate places to love her darlings.

  “It was terrible. Didn't you feel uncomfortable?”

  “Well . . . yes. A little. But we could find times when he's not as likely to be there.”

  “I guess you can't kiss me goodbye out here,” Gail pouted. “Too bad we didn't do it in there.”

  “In front of them?”

  “No. I meant in the Casbah.”

  Laura pulled her into the shadowy alcove provided by the door into a locked shop. She kissed her with deep sexual passion. “I can't wait until next time,” she whispered.

  “Me either,” Gail beamed back at her.

  To be continued...

  The mysterious sheik from Dubai who had flirted with the idea of acquiring Laura's company had just as mysteriously retreated from this threat, leaving thousands of anxious employees limp and exhausted, nerves frayed with worry, but relieved. Still, there was an instant surge of resumé revision in all sectors, and Laura was no exception, furiously polishing her own every day with a new twist or slant on previous employment. She was determined not to be caught again by surprise, as were her fellow workers, including Rhonda Reardon, who immediately accepted a job with a competitor, based in Milwaukee, and quickly gave notice.

  It did not escape Laura's ken that she herself might be elevated to fill Rhonda's now-empty position, and she now spent some time worrying about whether to accept it, if invited. On the one hand, more money and prestige. On the other, what if another mysterious sheik swam into view? Would there be mass exodus and firings?

  She was sunk in these troublesome dilemmas when Gail phoned. “Hey, old lady. Did you forget about me completely? Didn't I do it right, or something?”

  “Oh, Gail,” Laura laughed. “You were perfect. I've been thinking of you every day. We've had . . . a little scare here at work. Acquisition. You know. Everybody's been worried sick.”

  Gail was a little chastened, as chastened as she could ever be. She was not a snarky wiseacre like Jane, or even darling Ashley, but she could still be a little prickly and querulous. “Sorry. I thought you might like to know that I'm apartment sitting for Emily's boyfriend dorko Larry. They went to Cancun. Isn't it nice to have money? I've never been anywhere.”

  “What about when I took you to heaven?” Laura teased.

  “That doesn't count. Anyway, we could be alone here. It's on Twenty-Fourth Avenue and Balboa. You know where that is?”

  “I do know.” She had driven right past it many times when she and Makeeda had fallen in love while Makeeda was house-sitting for her employers in their posh Sea Cliff mansion. “Are you there right now, or do you need a ride?”

  “I took the bus. The Thirty-One goes right here. Can you come after work?”

  “Better than that. I can come right now.”

  It was three p.m. Rhonda was gone, to Milwaukee. No work was getting done. Everyone was hunkering down over his or her computer, emailing head hunters, or searching the Monster board, or giving that resumé just one more little tweak. She wouldn't be missed.

  She reflected, as she was driving out to 'dorko Larry's' apartment, that after her evening, two nights ago, in bed with the twins, she should not be even thinking of sex for days, or even weeks. They had truly pleasured one another nearly into the hospital. At the end, when Laura was dressing to leave, Regina, the reluctant one (Gina Loves the Dick), had said wearily to Laura and Frankie: “You know, I've been fucked pretty hard a few times in my day. Once I even did two guys at the same time. I couldn't walk for a week. But I've never been fucked so long and hard, or had so many orgasms, as I have with you two.”

  Frankie had batted her eyelashes satirically at Laura. “Wow, Laura, I think we just won the Academy Award.”

  Laura had to grip the wheel and force herself to think about something else, lest her memories of that night should force her to drive into an abutment or power stanchion. She could still see swirling, haunting visions of their two delicious naked black bodies writhing against hers, and still hear the clotted cries of ecstasy, and still almost feel the clenching bliss of their climaxes. Oh god, life is too good, she thought. I'm going to have to pay for this somehow.

  But not yet. At the apartment, Gail met her at the door with a smirky, sassy smile, her big blond curly pigtails jutting out on either side of her head; pert and provocative, making everything of her little girl allure. “Oh god, you make me feel like I'm doing it with a thirteen-year-old,” Laura deadpanned as she stepped inside. “Look at these.” She fluffed one of the large pigtails with her fingers.

  “Oh come on, ol
d lady,” Gail scoffed. “You know you love it. I'm twenty but I look thirteen. It gets you off, admit it.”

  In the back of her mind Laura wondered if it were true. Gail did have a slender, boyish, almost hipless, adolescent body, though a delectable little rump, and small but lovely breasts. She was not really a teenager, but still retained the freshness of one, and that certainly didn't detract from her appeal, or her sexual allure. Laura had wanted to fuck her from the first, and had never bothered to analyze why. Could it be partially this lovely faux innocence of hers?