Laura and Gail Chronicles: Hot Lesbian Erotica Compilation

by Miranda Mars

  She stood next to the bed, waiting for Laura, looking fetching and bizarre with her sweatshirt still scrunched up under her chin, her wonderful naked breasts jutting out, slightly turning to the sides, her large nipple that Laura had been sucking a little darker and more pointed than the other one. The expression on her face was a miraculous mixture of sexual anticipation, slight coquetry, and humorous questioning.

  “It's only mid-afternoon,” Laura murmured to her as she joined her by the bed. “Can we still do this?”

  Without answering, Sara pulled her sweatshirt the rest of the way off, over her head, the tossed it behind her without looking. Her full breasts swayed. Now her eyes glinted again with mischief. She knew what a fool Laura was for her body. She held her naked, magnificent breasts in both hands, offering them.

  “If you're going to turn these down, just let me know,” she murmured back, her dark eyes murky and smoking.

  Their eyes were locked as Laura unbuttoned her own shirt and slipped out of it. “I'm not turning down anything,” she smiled. “I know when my luck is going good.”

  Before going any further, she turned and pulled down the bedcoverings, exposing the bottom sheet. Then she slipped out of her jeans and watched Sara's breasts dip and sway and jiggle again as she did the same, kicking off her shoes first. Now Laura had on only her underwear and Sara only her panties. They were lime green, the first time Laura had seen her in anything but white.

  Laura quickly reached behind her back and unfastened her bra, which slid down her arms. Sara's eyes fell to Laura's breasts. She smiled.

  “Look like we ready,” she said, grinning, then sliding out of her panties and falling gracefully onto the bed all in one motion.

  Laura almost could not believe this was happening. Her blood thundered through her body. She was actually nervous, as well as sexually excited. I want it to be so good for us, she thought. I want it to be the best we've ever had. And I want it to be so much better than anything she ever did with Evangelina. I hate myself for that, but I want it. I can't help it.

  Sara actually held out her arms for Laura as Laura skimmed off her own panties. “Luck has nothing to do with it, darlin',” she said, her voice murky and thick, her eyelids heavy. “Now come to Mama.”

  Laura stretched out next to her on the bed and unaccountably began weeping heavily. “I can't believe this is happening,” she blubbered, feeling now more foolish than ever.

  “Now, cut that out, cuckoo brain,” Sara murmured, comforting her, smoothing away Laura's tears with her fingers. “Just rub that beautiful body against me until I can't take it any more.”

  “I thought you'd hate me,” Laura blubbered.

  “I am going to hate you if you don't cut it out,” Sara chided jokingly. “Now look . . .” She took one of her breasts in her hand and offered it to Laura. “I told you the other one was getting jealous. You better be nice to her or she gonna find another mouth to suck her.”

  Laura sniffled again, sucking back her tears, and smiled. Sara gently rolled her onto her back and rose up over her, straddling her hips, dangling her wonderful breasts in Laura's face. She brushed her soft, black, bulbous nipples across Laura's lips, grinning down at Laura. Finally, she paused, letting the nipple Laura had not yet sucked linger over Laura's mouth.

  Looking up into her eyes, Laura slowly encircled the firm globe with the fingers of both hands and opened her mouth. With her fingers she guided Sara's nipple between her lips. When they closed over it, she could feel the happy quivering that suddenly coursed through Sara's body. Sara threw her head back and pushed her body down even more, mashing the rest of her breast into Laura's face.

  “Oh . . . suck it harder!” she gasped in a tiny, faraway voice. “Unhhh!”

  Laura did, but not too hard. And she quickly stopped sucking and licked it instead for a few moments, unwilling to arouse Sara too fast. I want it to go on forever, she realized. May it never end. We'll just fuck like this until the end of time. I love her body. I love her completely.

  But Laura did not say it again, not yet. She sensed that Sara was becoming irritated at hearing her say it constantly. Sara apparently wanted this to develop without Laura constantly yammering about love.

  I don't care, Laura thought, now sucking Sara's other breast again, now holding both dangling beauties in her hands and letting her mouth go from one swollen velvet wet nipple to the other one, while Sara, with her eyes tightly closed, moved her head back and forth in a kind of maniacally sexual rhythm, groaning softly with unbelievable pleasure. I do love her, and I'm going to show her.

  Finally Sara opened her eyes, which were now swirling and pulsing with sexual heat, and gazed down at Laura almost lovingly. “You sure know how to do that . . .” she panted. “Unhhhh! Oh! You sure do!”

  “I love . . . your boobs,” Laura said, seeing Sara's expectation that she was going to say 'you' again.

  Sara made a mildly goofy face. “I love yours too.” She pulled up, removing her breasts from Laura's grasp. “My turn.”

  Almost effortlessly, they rolled over, reversing their positions, so that now Laura was on top, her small breasts dangling in Sara's face. Sara took each one in her hands, her dark brown fingers contrasting with Laura's creamy skin. Laura, even though she never had come merely from having her nipples sucked, wondered if on this occasion she might do it. She was so aroused that her pussy was burbling like a volcano, and her heart was ready to burst with love and lust.

  Sara had an impossibly sensual mouth. For weeks before they had kissed for the first time, Laura had dreamt of pressing her lips to those plump, pillowy, perfectly curved lips. Now she could feel her womb melting and her pussy throbbing as she watched them close over one of her aching nipples and draw it slowly in.

  “Ohhhh!” she sighed, gnawing her lower lip, watching, watching the pale coral edge of her areola finally disappear into Sara's warm, wet mouth.

  She closed her eyes briefly, overcome by the sweet sensations, but when she opened them she saw Sara staring up into them intently as she sucked, swirling her tongue around Laura's throbbing nipple, then squeezing the firm little ball of Laura's breast in her fingers before moving her mouth to Laura's other nipple. She continued looking deeply into Laura's eyes as she sucked. Laura was so moved that again she thought she might come, just from this. Her body filled with honeyfire, and she began panting and twisting almost uncontrollably, her own eyes glazed with frenetic sexual fire.

  “Oh god, honey . . . oh god, honey . . .” she panted, hearing her voice keen upward, feeling Sara's lips between her breasts, feeling Sara's arms encircling her back.

  Now they rolled to the side, facing one another, and kissed with fierce, voracious hunger, mashing their breasts together, running their hands feverishly over each other's flesh. Laura dug her fingers into Sara's large, firm buns.

  “I love your body,” she breathed into Sara's ear, thrilling to the feel of their excited flesh rubbing together from shoulder to foot, their legs tangling, their arms coiling.

  Sara kissed her again and made a dopey face. “Who goes first?”

  “I want to come with you,” Laura panted softly. “At the same time. I want to look in your eyes when I come.”

  “Mmmm, a wish list, eh? Sometimes things don't work out exactly the way we want,” Sara grinned, kissing Laura's shoulder, then her neck, then her mouth again. “But I'm willing to give it a try.”

  “But I want to eat your beautiful pussy too,” Laura murmured. “I want to eat you alive . . . your whole body.”

  Sara raised her eyebrows comically. “You have to do one or the other, darlin'. You won't be able to see my eyes from down there.”

  “Can you hold it, if I do that first?”

  Sara's eyes suddenly pulsed and flashed with love, the love Laura had seen there long ago and now wondered if she would ever see again. “I'm almost falling over the edge right now, Laura,” she confessed softly. “That's asking a lot.”

  Laura smiled and lay her hea
d on Sara's naked shoulder, looking up docilely at her, drawing an invisible circle around Sara's large, swelling, gleaming black nipple with her fingertip. “I guess we can do everything we want to . . . if you stay,” she murmured. “I mean, you're not going anywhere afterward, are you?”

  Sara smiled indulgently and kissed her nose. “I'm hoping you're going to give me every reason to stay, cuckoo brain,” she whispered to Laura. “Now . . . to return to my question . . . who's first?”

  Laura pinched her waist playfully. “If you don't stop calling me cuckoo brain, I won't lick your beautiful pussy,” she teased.

  Sara's broke into happy laughter, a quick seizure of laughter. “In that case, get busy, Buttercup,” she giggled happily. “From the feel of things, there's a lot down there to be licked up.”

  Trying very hard not to 'adore' her but only fuck her, as Sara had teasingly admonished her to do in the past, Laura nevertheless slid down Sara's body feeling worshipful and solemn. She had enjoyed this pussy in a pure flame of burning love so many times in the past, and then despaired of ever being in this position again, despaired of ever having the chance to taste it again, that she could not completely put aside the reverence she felt at this moment. The only thing that seemed to overcome it was the thick, pungent whiff she quickly got of Sara's excited cunt, which as she inhaled it seemed to send a streak of hot, animalistic lust through her own body. She might love and reverence this delicious woman above any other she had ever held in her arms, but the sheer physical craving she had for Sara's flesh was almost more powerful and magnetic and stirring than any emotional turmoil she might be feeling.

  “And I'm just the one to lick it up,” Laura smiled up at her.

  Sara was staring down at her intently, almost hypnotized, her face transfixed by anticipation, waiting to feel Laura's mouth on her aching slit. Laura had to pace herself, suppressing the urge to devour it heatedly from the first second. As usual, she wanted to prolong this, but this time even more so. She wanted never to have to stop licking Sara's beautiful wet quim, and she also wanted to draw things out so that at the end Sara had an orgasm that would leave her gasping in disbelief.

  She wanted to make her beg and shudder--shudder and beg, groan, plead, and whimper. Sara's pussy was one of the most enchanting with its silvery little pussy ring dangling from her clitoral hood, and its plump outer lips that now were parted enough to reveal the dark, shiny pink slash of her raw inner cunt flesh. It glimmered, runny with pungent nectars.

  With the tips of her forefingers, Laura coaxed the thick outer lips open further, until the slick black inner folds were exposed, and the hot, glistening pink trench between them. Letting her eyes drift slowly up to Sara's for a brief moment before she invaded this sweet wet cleft with her tongue, she saw there a pure flame of intense passion that she had dreamed of for weeks, a sign that Sara was completely hers at this instant.

  “Oh god, I love your pussy . . .” Laura sighed, now slithering her tongue into the warm, runny depths of it, feeling Sara's whole body tremble and clench with excitement.

  “Oh! Oh yes . . . Laura . . . oh yes!”

  “Mmmm . . . you like that,” Laura murmured, feeling her lips become oily with the warm cunt juices, which tasted thick and tart and coppery.

  “Oh . . . oh god . . . you're going to make me come!” Sara whimpered.

  Laura grinned. She looked up, drinking in Sara's desperate expression. Sara's face was torn by a grimace of acute sexual pleasure. Which is only going to get better, my darling, Laura thought. I can guarantee it.

  “Oh no . . . oh no . . . you're not going to come . . . not yet,” she murmured to Sara, being very careful how she moved her tongue as she extracted it from deep in the warm, squinchy channel of Sara's delectable black pussy, letting the little pussy ring slide across her tongue as she withdrew it. “I'm going to have my way with you first.”

  For a short woman, Sara had a remarkably voluptuous body, and since her arms were pressed tightly to her sides, her gorgeous breasts were jutting up. She looked down over the firm, jiggling mounds, peeking through them at Laura, her face animated by humor even though she was caught in the grip of an inexorable sexual momentum.

  “Don't be mean, Laura,” she panted, grinning.

  Laura tongued and sucked her delicious pussy a few moments more without answering. She was not going to be deprived. She ran her tongue from top to bottom of the wet dark pink furrow, then back up again, flicking the silvery ring, wriggling the tip of her tongue up under the little hood, tickling the small bead of Sara's clit.

  “I'm not mean . . .” she murmured. “I'm wicked.”

  “Unhhh! Oh! You sure are!” Sara groaned, her hips now beginning to twist and gyrate involuntarily.

  Laura was overcome by a warm, relentless, powerful inner surge of deep love for this woman, a love she knew filled her body and mind but had had no opportunity to express for these many weeks while she was suffering through her loss. She wanted to consume Sara and envelop her completely in this hot, throbbing love and sexual hunger. She wanted to devour her and ingest her and completely merge with her, and yet she wanted it--this piercingly sweet and intense moment, when their warm blood was pulsing for each other, when their breath was quickened, and their words intimate and unstudied, their pussies aching and flowing, when their love was palpable--she wanted it never to end.

  Over the years she had developed a talent for occasionally prolonging a moment like this until the tension was unbearable. She could bring the ultimate moments closer, then push them away, lower the temperature temporarily, then resume, bring it to a higher pitch again, then back off, then drop it down another notch, before once again cranking it up, until when the final spasm did arrive, it was a cataclysm, an almost horrific, rending event, an orgasm craved so long that it was shocking and shattering in its intensity. While only half-realizing that this was what she intended, she knew that she wanted more of Sara at this instant than she could have merely from bringing her to a quick, satisfying climax.

  Accordingly, while Sara thought Laura was going to eat her streaming pussy until she came, instead Laura swarmed up again all over her writhing body, mashing her own breasts into Sara's, sucking her neck, digging her fingers into the firm flesh of Sara's back, covering her body with hot kisses.

  “I want you . . . I want you . . . I want every part of you, every inch of you!” she panted, sliding back between Sara's parting thighs and turning Sara's body to the side at the same time, groping for the round cheeks of Sara's beautiful bottom, then sliding even lower so she could get her lips on each firm moon. “I want to kiss your beautiful ass.”

  Sara chortled softly, even though partially overcome by sexual tension, and breathing hard. “You mean my big beautiful ass,” she laughed. But then the breath seemed momentarily to leave her body as Laura's fingers and mouth quickly invaded the dark crack between her luscious round buns. “Oh! Ungghh! What you doing down there, girl?”

  “Nothing . . .” Laura snuffled, her face completely buried in the warm, moist, dark crack of Sara's ass.

  In truth, she had really lost control for a few seconds. Her desire to consume and sexually merge with Sara was so strong that she was about to do things she knew Sara objected to before she realized what she was doing. Becoming aware of it quickly, she slid up Sara's body, now pressing her breasts against Sara's back and snaking her tongue into her ear, deviating from her original impulses but not letting the heat dissipate. She drew the fingers of one hand up into the crack of Sara's ass to replace her face, and began gently massaging the tight little aperture of Sara's asshole with the tip of one finger while she continued to kiss and stroke the rest of her body heatedly, clutching and squeezing one of Sara's marvelous breasts with her other hand.

  “I want to fuck you . . .” she breathed in Sara's ear. “I want to fuck you everywhere.”

  Sara writhed, responding in spite of herself to Laura's urgent caresses and hot words. “Oh god . . . you really know how to get me
worked up, Laura,” she panted. “I'm dying for it.”

  But she had made offhand comments to Laura in the past, with clear distaste, about guys always wanting to shove their poles up your ass. This was the sister of the 'anal sex is rad' girl, Dee Dee. But Laura was always skittish about veering in that direction with Sara. Anyway, she was so much in love with her that it wasn't necessary. There were plenty of thrilling ways to fuck, and if Sara didn't want it that way, so be it.

  Then it suddenly seemed to dawn on Sara what Laura probably meant by 'fuck you everywhere.' Over her shoulder, she gave Laura a look that said: You got a nasty mind, cuckoo brain, but that feels kinda good.

  “Oooohhhhh . . . Laura,” she panted, her eyelids growing heavy, “I think that feels . . . pretty good.”