by Miranda Mars
Laura hugged her close and unfastened the clasp of the black bra while she was kissing her neck, her collar bones, her delicious throat, her shoulders; then peeled the garment away from her body, exposing the luscious little globes. “Gail . . . you have the prettiest breasts,” she murmured as she filled her hands with them.
Gail said nothing but looked down at Laura's pale fingers squeezing and kneading the dark, springy flesh. “I wish they were bigger,” she finally said, softly.
“No, you don't,” Laura smiled. “Because then I couldn't get one completely into my mouth.”
Gail smiled back. “But you can. I've seen you.”
“Like this?”
Laura shifted one hand so that she was cradling one small breast in both hands now. She licked and tongue-teased Gail's large, swelling, dark nipple before drawing it slowly between her lips. She did not stop sucking until nearly all of Gail's breast was inside her mouth. Of course, she had been slightly inaccurate: she could really not get the whole thing into her mouth, but most of it, yes. She could feel Gail's thick, hardening nipple nudging the back of her throat. She sucked hard, and both of them quivered and mewled a little.
“Mnnnggeee!” Gail wailed happily. “Oh shit! Do it hard. Bite it.”
Laura pushed her down onto her back on the sheet, feasting on her young breasts, first one, then sucking the other nearly down her throat too. Gail was still wearing her jeans, and Laura--everything. She squirmed to get out of her clothes but could not relinquish her mouth's hold on Gail's lovely little saliva-wet breasts, which she continued to maul passionately. Gail moaned and twisted. She held Laura's head, watching everything, watching one wet breast slip from Laura's mouth while Laura hungrily assaulted the other one, lashing Gail's erect nipple with her tongue, pinching it with her lips, then sucking it deep, pulling Gail's breast away from her body in the urge to get it all into her mouth.
“Unngggunnnggg!” Gail gurgled, twisting excitedly. “God . . . Laura . . . yes . . . here, get out of these . . . here, let me help . . .”
Together they frantically shed all their clothes. Laura helped Gail skim the tight jeans down her hard brown thighs, unable to keep her mouth off those either, then pulling Gail's pale green panties down roughly. Gail nearly ripped Laura's blouse trying to get it off. Her fingers clawed at Laura bra straps. Laura wriggled out of her skirt, and skimmed off her panties, clumsily pushing and tossing her garments to the side and rubbing her naked skin everywhere against Gail's smooth warm body, feeling Gail eagerly do the same to hers.
“Now you can fuck me,” Gail panted softly, pulling Laura as close as she could, kissing her. “Suck my titties again . . . and fuck me. Hurry.”
This was not going to be, it dawned on Laura, one of those slow, sensual, simmering, interminably building sexual encounters. It was going to be a quick, urgent, throbbing, surging collision of two hungry bodies, who were already devouring one another with wanton need. She had been hungry for Gail's flesh from the very beginning, but she didn't recall having been so consumed by the need to inhale the girl. And Gail seemed equally hungry.
“God, Laura, fuck me!” she gasped. “Don't kiss my pussy or anything. I think I can come so fast if you fuck me.”
This was a revelation, if true, since Gail was one of those girls who frequently had a slow, difficult time getting to the finish line, who could come in some positions and not others, who had to concentrate, to feel her body responding each step of the way, until she could finally pull the trigger. In Laura's limited experience with her, it was rare for her to come quickly. But right now she seemed totally convinced that an explosive orgasm was only seconds away.
Gail, when fucking with the horrid Moira/Elvira, might have loved in retrospect the way the ingenious 'goth' had brought her repeatedly to the brink, forcibly postponing Gail's climax so long that the tension was excruciating before delivering the coup de grace, but right now she wanted to be ripped, wracked, impaled, and destroyed in a blazing fury of coming by Laura. Railed, as she had so charmingly put it, moments earlier.
Laura had to scramble to get the strap-on dildo out of her handbag and into place. While she was slipping the harness on and adjusting the straps, Gail stared in fascination at the bobbing shaft.
“Shit, it's even bigger than I remembered,” she said in awe.
True, it was bigger than the one Laura had used on her before, but not bigger than Prentice's dildo they had used in the Casbah, the first time. This one was a full eight inches long, as opposed to the seven-inch one Laura had brought along before. (Prentice's, she reasoned backwards, must've been a nine or ten incher.)
“I'll be gentle,” she assured Gail, whose mouth was still open in shock.
“I don't want you to be gentle,” Gail said.
Now the apparatus was completely in place and secure, and Gail was running one forefinger up and down the rippled shaft that would in seconds be embedded in her tight little pussy. “You want to kiss it?” Laura teased her.
“No. I want to feel it.” Gail's dark eyes were smoking.
She lay back on the sheet, spreading her hard young thighs to expose her inflamed black-edged pussy, all fiery hot pink and glistening inside, a long gash below a tight black little puff of pubic hair. Laura did want to kiss it. She wanted to do more than kiss it, she wanted to rape it with her tongue, and her fingers, and finally invade Gail's tiny pinched tight asshole with her finger. But all this she had been warned against. Gail wanted to be fucked, hard and now. No detours.
Laura guided the knobby head of the dildo into the oozing, inflamed crease of Gail's open pussy and slid it in deep, unable to keep her eyes off the girl's pretty face and huge pigtails, which never failed to make her feel slightly criminal at possessing this delightful young creature. She's twenty, she reminded herself, over and over. She's not thirteen, she's twenty.
But it didn't take long for all this to disappear in a gathering maelstrom of seething lust. Though she had been calmly appraising the large dildo moments earlier, Gail now quickly transitioned again into a tornado of urgent lust, churning and pumping under Laura, and whimpering and mewling uncontrollably.
“Mnnneeee . . . oh yes . . . yes! Ungghh! Ungghh! Yes . . . Laura! Oh . . . so deep! Ungghhmmnngeee! So deep! Yes . . . like that! Just . . . like . . . that! Unnggmmnn! Owwnnggg!”
Laura was afraid she had hurt her. She was recklessly plunging the huge thing into Gail's tight young pussy, plundering it precisely the way Gail had said, and continued to say, she wanted it. And yet Gail winced and yelped and emitted keening cries of sexual torment, all the while urging Laura on and on. She was wilder than Laura had ever seen her, writhing and churning and yelping and jamming her pelvis up into Laura's, as if she were trying to make the cock go even deeper into her body. Was this New Gail the result of her having fucked with the horrid Moira?
“Unh! Ungghhh! Ohnngg! Unggghhh!”
And Laura, for her part, was amazed at her own reaction. Usually she was totally focused on the business at hand: bringing the most intense sexual experience and climax possible to the darling creature in her arms. But a swirl of wild images now seemed to be teeming through her brain as she fucked the twisting, yelping girl under her. It started with thoughts of the cute Gail when they had first met, at the ice cream stand, and then their first kiss in The Casbah, when Gail was so flirtatious and coy, and then their first fuck, a far cry from this gasping, surging, wailing collision of bodies. And then abruptly images of Gail in her reeling mind were replaced by images of Brenda, as if instead of fucking the darling Gail she were fucking Brenda in this white hot frenzy of passion. When she opened her eyes, it was Brenda's face she saw, not Gail's, and when she felt every inch of her naked body glued to the writhing flesh of the girl underneath her, it was Brenda's far more voluptuous body she felt, not Gail's hard, petite adolescent form. This all happened in a flash, but Laura rarely if ever thought of a woman other than the one she was fucking right in the middle of the act, and it was vaguely troubl
ing to her.
She had not had sex with Brenda for years. How could this be happening?
Nevertheless, Gail's wild sexual excitement quickly brought her back to reality.
“Oh shit, Laura, yes, now now!”
That would get anyone's attention. Gail's fingers were clawing at Laura's arms, and her strong young body was arching, and gyrating wildly. It was a very desirable body to Laura, who now blessedly forgot or was completely flushed of all images or memories or fantasies of Brenda and returned to the excruciating and pleasurable moment in which the writhing Gail was about to have her climax.
“Yes . . . honey . . . yes!” she panted to Gail, enfolding her even more tightly in her arms and thrusting rapidly, feeling Gail's marvelous lean body flex and shudder sharply, then erupt in frantic spasms.
“Annnmmmgghiieee!” Gail cried out, very loud, very piercing. She clung to Laura, her face contorted with what almost amounted to horror at the fierce shock of her orgasm, but then quickly overspread with a sublime smile of ecstasy. “Ommwwmmggg! Oh Jesus oh shit oh shit oh god ohhhhhhhh! Ummngghiiieeee!” she squealed again, her body now undulating instead of jerking and flipping, the long undulations rolling through her quivering flesh like shockwaves, her yelps and squeals melting into moans of bliss as Laura held her and kissed her.
The violence of this orgasm stunned them both, and they lay panting and softly wheezing together for several minutes, though soon after the initial jolts Laura eased over onto her side so as not to crush Gail by her weight. The huge, wet dildo popped out of Gail's tight, clinging little pussy at that moment, and Laura was careful not to let the clammy shaft brush Gail's still slightly twitching thigh. She held her gingerly until their breathing returned to normal.
Gail blinked at her. “Bet you didn't think I could ever come that fast, right?”
Gail was alluding to what both of them knew. It usually took her a while to get to the pinnacle, a journey Laura was never reluctant to make, since it involved lots of kissing her delicious young body and stroking it everywhere. I could do that for hours, she thought. You can take as long as you like. Longer, even. Better for me.
“Too fast,” Laura murmured, kissing her sweaty neck, licking the salt. “I wanted more.”
“Don't worry,” Gail sparkled, exhilarated, apparently, after her powerful orgasm. She reached down and touched the wet dildo, without making a face. “Now it's your turn. I get to be on top.”
Laura obligingly unfastened the strap-on harness and helped Gail into it, unable to keep her mouth from chasing the girl's marvelous dark nipples as Gail's small breasts danced around in front of her face.
“Stop that!” Gail laughed, playfully slapping her face away from them.
“I want your nipples,” Laura panted. “I want them in my mouth.”
“You'll just have to wait.” Gail was taking down her pigtails now, unwinding the fasteners, tossing her head to loosen her thick hair, which made her lovely young breasts bounce and dance even more than before. “You are a lecher. You just want me for my skinny little body.”
They settled into a slow, delightful rhythm with Gail on top, as promised, and unfortunately for Laura, who also wanted this to last, she came in about a minute, so aroused was she by Gail's own earlier tempestuous orgasm, but also by merely looking up at Gail while Gail was fucking her with the strap-on dildo, an experience she thought she would never forget. Their eyes locked, and with her hair down it was clear that Gail was no thirteen-year-old, but a fully grown sensual woman of thrilling sexual instincts who just through the promise in her throbbing dark eyes could make another grown woman, Laura, quake and shudder in excruciating convulsions of pleasure in only minutes.
Afterward, they lay together without speaking, and in about twenty minutes or so began to hear the soft, distant moans and deep diaphone belching of the foghorns out by the Golden Gate, which had so thrilled Gail the first time they had been together in this apartment. It made them snuggle even more closely, pressing their naked bodies hard against each other.
“Mmmmmm,” Gail hummed drowsily, pushing her face into Laura's neck. “Are we going to fuck again? I think I'm hungry. I mean for food.”
“Mmmmm,” Laura hummed back. “Hungry for you.”
Gail kissed her on the nose. “You know I broke up with my boyfriend,” she said softly, even a little pensively. “He goes to UCLA anyway, so he's never up here. And . . . well, I hope you won't be shocked, but I'm falling in love with you.”
Laura clenched inside. “Darling, you mustn't do that,” she said, but very calmly. “I'm married.”
“I know.”
“And . . . well, what about Moira, for instance?”
“I don't love Moira. I love you.”
Oh god, Laura thought. As if I didn't have enough troubles. “Let's talk about it later, okay? Right now maybe we better get something to eat. I'm hungry too.”
“I don't expect you to love me back,” Gail said sensibly and bluntly.
Laura kissed her shiny forehead. “I adore you, my sweet. We'll talk about it later, promise.”
“Okay. But you can't talk me out of it.”
“Then I won't try.” But I really will, she thought. She loves me. Oh god.
To be continued...
“You've been avoiding me.”
“Have not,” Laura said, slipping inside the apartment with her face averted, so she did not have to look Gail in the eye.
Gail was purposely, airily indifferent, closing the door--and bolting it--after Laura. “You have too. Liar.”
“I've been . . . busy. Very. Another Arab zillionaire wants to buy us,” she lied. I am a liar. I have been avoiding her.
Gail was pert and adorable, as usual. She wore her long frizzy/curly blond hair in pigtails again, trying to look thirteen, again as usual, and succeeding. This time instead of the bright red basketball jersey she often wore, she wore instead a bright blue one. And tight white pants that hugged her fetching little round butt. Laura took it all in with a single glance.
“I think all you want to do is fuck me and then forget about me as quickly as possible,” Gail said, still in full accusatory mode. “You're like a man. I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Maybe that's what lesbians are like. I never had one before you. And now Moira. She's the same. 'Let me get my rocks off with that cute Gail, and then I can get on with the rest of my life'. You two are so alike.” She scowled.
“We are not,” Laura protested. “I'm nothing like her.” She was truly offended and let Gail know it.
“Ooohhh, that makes you mad, doesn't it? Next thing you know, you'll be wanting to rape me, just to prove how different from her you are. She's sweet, you know. She may be an old goth, and wear too much eye shadow, but she's sweet. She fucks me but doesn't let me come until I'm just quivering and begging her.”
“I know,” Laura half-snarled. “You told me all about it, remember? Please spare me the details.”
“I don't know why,” Gail said, sassily. “She likes to know all the details of how you and I fuck.”
“And you tell her, I suppose.”
“Of course I do. It makes her hot. She wants to be better than you.”
“Boy, if we don't change the subject, I'm going home,” Laura snapped.
This was enough to change Gail's demeanor. She softened, approaching Laura docilely, caressing Laura's cheeks with her fingertips, doing her thirteen-year-old act. “Don't leave. I've been looking forward to this for days.” She pouted. “I have bad news. I was going to wait till later to tell you, but . . . I guess I should tell you now. I'm leaving. I'm going down to L.A. to be with Jason.”
“Jason? Your old boyfriend?”
Gail nodded. She stood on her tiptoes and nipped at Laura's lips, wanting a kiss. But Laura pulled away, unwilling to give it. “If you don't fuck me now . . . if you go away . . . you'll never get the chance again.”
This was indeed startling and depressing news. Laura wilted inside. Gail was a pill and as exaspera
ting as she could be, but Laura was thoroughly smitten by her and couldn't swallow the idea of losing her for good. To Jason? Jason! What about me and Moira! I thought we were top of the list for you, you little flirt! You little tart!
In the effort to win Laura over, now that she had alienated her, Gail pulled the blue basketball jersey up and over her pigtails and her head, flinging it away. “Don't you want this?”
When Laura did and said nothing, Gail fiddled behind her back and unfastened her black bra, letting the straps slip down her arms, exposing her adorable little naked breasts. Her large, swelling black nipples made Laura salivate, as they always did. Gail saw her eyes widen with happy lust and cradled her adorables in both palms, as if offering them to Laura. She even rubbed her thumbs across the large, soft nipples.