by Miranda Mars
“Want more?” Laura tongued her ear.
“I . . . don't know. It makes my pussy all gushy and tingly.”
“I want to fuck you everywhere,” Laura repeated in a smoky whisper.
“I . . . know,” Sara gasped, her eyes rolling up as she almost imperceptibly undulated her hips so that her asshole pushed against Laura's fingertip harder.
“I love you, Sara,” Laura cooed to her. “I want to make love to your whole body.”
“I . . . know,” Sara said in a small, distant voice.
But she still seemed unwilling to fall over the cliff. And Laura herself suddenly felt she was pushing things too hard. It was not even important anyway, and she wanted Sara to know that too. She swarmed over her again, now turning Sara over again so that she was underneath Laura completely, scooping up one of her incredible breasts in her hand and sucking the big, soft, black nipple hungrily, wetly, almost fiercely.
“Oh! Oh! Yes, Laura! Yes, Laura!” Sara panted, her voice keening up semi-hysterically, her hips now churning and gyrating under Laura's body.
Meanwhile, Laura moved her hand upward, rubbing Sara's very wet, silky wet, gooey wet pussy again, making no more anal hints. Surprisingly, it was Sara who brought it up.
“Put your hand back there,” she panted softly, urgently. “It felt . . . so good. Put it back.”
Laura smiled, looking up from the wet, stippled, half-erect black nipple she had been mauling with her mouth. “Like this?”
Sara threw her head back, slightly arching her back as an acute spasm of pleasure gripped her body. “God . . . yes!”
“Oh baby, I can make you come so hard,” Laura murmured, now slurping and sucking Sara's other nipple in the same voracious manner.
Sara was writhing and moaning. She was more aroused than Laura had ever seen her, which was just the direction in which Laura had hoped to go.
“Do it . . .” Sara whimpered. “Just go ahead . . . and do it!” she gasped, her eyes red with fiery sexual need as she looked deep into Laura's. “Do it. I want you to do it.”
For a brief moment their eyes were locked together, throbbing, swirling, swimming with sexual desire and need, and even love. Laura knew her own eyes were throbbing with love for Sara, and, aware it might be wishful thinking, she thought she saw a glimmer of the same thing in Sara's. But mostly it was sheer, uncontrollable sexual heat.
Laura had to break the spell by reaching for the bedstand drawer and withdrawing the small bottle of oil she kept there. Sara's eyes followed her and watched patiently while Laura spread a thin film of shiny oil over her forefinger. She seemed very solemn as Laura returned to her, nestling between her spread thighs. Her wide, shining eyes seemed to say: I want you to know no one's ever touched me there but you.
“I love you, Sara,” Laura whispered once again.
A half grin passed over Sara's face, but nothing like her usual screwy, dorky expressions. “Unfortunately . . . I love you too, Laura,” she said softly, almost ruefully. “Now . . . do it and shut up.” Still grinning a half-grin.
Laura's heart was overflowing, but she struggled to control her emotions. I have to make it so good for her, she realized. I have to make it the best ever. She began kissing and licking Sara's inflamed, glistening, flowing pussy, flicking the tiny silver pussy ring with the tip of her tongue, sucking it and Sara's clitoral hood and clitoris all together into her mouth too, but only gently, afraid to trigger an explosion too soon.
This sent Sara into transports of bliss. Her eyes rolled up, her head lolled back, her breasts shimmied as her body twisted and shook, the large circles of her puffy dark nipples gleaming, covered with bumps. Laura realized she could make her come just from this gentle sucking, if she kept it up.
“Ohhnnnn!” Sara moaned, her eyelids fluttering. “Oh! Ahhnnnnnnnn!”
Laura released the upper portion of Sara's delicious pussy from her mouth and swiftly introduced her greased finger between Sara's firm buttocks, easily sliding half of it up into Sara's rectum before she had a chance to fear it.
“Oooooohhh!” Sara suddenly half-laughed, a strange, nervous half-laugh. “Ooohhh, that feels good! I thought it was going to hurt . . . but that feels good! Weird . . . but good!”
Laura was overflowing with so much love and lust that she did not trust herself to speak. Even though only one of Laura's fingers had penetrated her, Sara's pussy seemed to swell and glow and puff up excitedly at this invasion of her ass, its slick pink interior all shiny and inviting. Laura began to lick it hungrily while sliding her finger deeper into Sara, feeling Sara's whole body come alive with another level of intensity, all her nerves and her very pores awake to this love assault.
For a minute or more there was no sound but their quickened breathing and the slow, soft whisper of the mattress under them as they squirmed and quaked and surged together, their bodies locked in a rhythm so intimate that no outside stimulus stood a chance of intervening.
“Oh! Oh god!” Sara finally gasped, her eyes fluttering open, looking down her body, over her yawing, swirling breasts, at Laura.
Laura looked up at her too. I love you, Sara. She didn't dare say it again, it was becoming such a cloying, maudlin, even manipulative refrain. Over and over. It's all I can say to her. It's all I want to say to her. But she restrained the urge. She would prove her love by her actions, and she could see from the pathetic pleas in Sara's dark, pulsating eyes that Sara was absolutely in the last stages.
Should I stop her one more time, or go for it? Laura wondered. She fucked Sara's snug asshole with her finger, sliding it in all the way, pulling it slowly out, watching the sublime expressions that passed across Sara's face. I want to watch her like this forever, she thought. I want to watch her face while I give her pleasure. I want to watch her come. My heart might stop from watching it.
“Oh GOD yes!” Sara suddenly cried out.
This was more than enough of an answer for Laura. There wasn't any more waiting in either of them. Laura knew you could spoil something like this if you missed your chance. A powerful, scorching orgasm could dribble off into a few disappointing spasms if you missed the critical moment. She knew Sara was nearly there. She needed to deliver.
“Oh honey . . . hold on,” she murmured, twisting her finger inside the warm, tight channel of Sara's ass, stabbing her tongue deep into the soupy, inflamed wet pit of her cunt.
Sara was hissing and gurgling incoherently, clawing the smooth, dark flesh of her own thighs, gyrating her hips so that her pussy rode up and down on Laura's mouth.
“Do it . . . oh, Laura, do it!” she gasped, quivering, shaking with need, completely reduced--the way Laura had wanted her to be--to a whimpering wreck.
“Oh yes . . . oh yes,” Laura panted, now fucking Sara's asshole harder and deeper with her finger, feeling Sara's body twist and stiffen with each penetration, hearing the hot, frantic whinnying rise up from deep in her lungs.
Now Laura again took most of the upper part of Sara's small though swollen pussy into her mouth, including the pussy ring, and began to lick and suck the wet, slippery flesh hungrily, bringing Sara quickly even closer to the edge. Sara began pumping frantically, almost maniacally, moaning and keening, her ass cheeks clenching as her whole pelvis churned up off the mattress, wailing in shocking sexual excitement as Laura's tongue found her clit and stroked it rapidly.
“Oh! Oh! Annhhhhhh! Oh! Oh!” she cried out, pumping, writhing, now grabbing her breasts instead of clawing her thighs, twisting her large, thick nipples crazily, pumping, undulating.
It was no longer a matter of technique for Laura. The moment was so heated and the inevitable conclusion so close that she could do nothing but keep her mouth glued to Sara's pussy and her finger embedded deep in Sara's ass as Sara churned and hurtled toward her explosion. Just when she thought their surging and striving could get no more urgent, Sara herself accelerated the pace, now wildly jumping and pumping and moaning half-hysterically.
“Mmmnnnneeee . . . oh! Unggh
h! Oh shit . . . oh! Ungghh! Anngghhh! Oh shit . . . oh Laura oh god!” she gasped, her pelvis gyrating in the air as Laura plunged her finger now deep into Sara's ass, knowing that intense sensation would only help at this point, and make the final outcome even more piercing.
She didn't know how long it could last now, and in fact it didn't last much longer. As if she were coiling, conserving her strength for the coming eruption, Sara sank briefly back to the bed, her body briefly still, her breathing ragged and punctuated by small hysterical whimpers. Then, without warning, she grew stiff as a board, then uncoiled and erupted in several violent spasms, screaming in ecstasy as she came.
“ANNGGHIIIEEEEEE! OH! OH! UNNNGGGMMNNIIEEEEEE!” she cried out, her body flipping and jackknifing so violently that Laura was actually flung to the side.
Feeling bizarrely foolish and unnecessary as Sara rocked and moaned her way through a fiendishly intense orgasm, she quickly recovered and embraced her, wiping her wet finger on the sheet behind them and holding Sara tightly as the secondary shocks wracked her shuddering flesh. I want to be with her . . . I want to be part of her when she's coming, Laura thought, pushing her body into Sara's warm, clenching flesh. I love her. Oh god, she came so hard. She's still coming.
She held Sara and pressed her lips to Sara's cheek, feeling Sara's body twitch and quiver as each waning spasm gripped her. She did not let go of Sara for a long time.
“Ohhhhhh!” Sara sighed, her body finally relaxing in Laura's arms, her arms falling like dead weight to her sides, her mouth slack, her eyes glazed. “Ohhhhhh . . . shit . . . don't you ever do that to me again . . . ohhhhhhhh!” But even in the midst of her stunning bliss, she could not resist a joke. “Until I ask you to, that is,” she grinned.
“Mmmm,” Laura nuzzled her damp neck. Sara's entire body was now coated by a thin, glowing film of sweat from this sweet ordeal. “You didn't ask me to this time.”
“I beg your pardon,” Sara said, raising an eyebrow, her voice still shaky. “I believe I did.”
“Well . . . in a way, I guess.”
Sara grew solemn. She kissed Laura lengthily and romantically. “Thank you for making me come harder than I ever did in my life,” she whispered. “Even harder than I ever did before with you. Which is saying something.”
“Thank you for letting me,” Laura whispered. “I lo--”
Sara put a finger on Laura's lips. “Don't say it,” she whispered back, her eyes still shining from the afterglow of her shattering orgasm. “I know you do. Don't say it. We don't want to kill it by saying it too much.”
Laura nodded, chastened by this good sense and the warm, loving way in which Sara communicated it. They kissed again, soul-kissing, a very moving kiss, and Sara began to stroke Laura's naked body while they kissed.
“My turn,” she breathed, nibbling Laura's lips. “Or should I say, your turn?”
Laura gazed into her eyes, still thunderstruck by love and passion. “I've longed for this moment.”
Sara smiled, her eyes glinting with ambiguous meaning. “Me too.” Nonchalantly, she raised her hand between their faces. “By the way, did you notice how I trimmed my nails back?”
Laura felt a delicious shiver stream down her back. The last time they were together, before Laura's mistake with Dee Dee had caused their whole relationship to blow up in her face, she had fist-fucked Sara in perhaps the sweetest, most intense, and most stirringly intimate moment of their affair, until now. Their union at that instant had seemed so perfect and so pure that Laura was sure nothing could ever touch or defile it. Shows how much I knew, she thought, endlessly grateful at this moment that Sara had apparently forgiven her.
“They're . . . very short,” she said, running her fingertip along Sara's trimmed fingernails.
Sara had begun to kiss Laura's body sensually everywhere, her shoulders, her chest, the upper slopes of her breasts. “The better to . . . pleasure you with, my dear,” she teased, looking up.
Laura lay back, letting her fingers caress Sara's smooth, dark forehead, then her hair, brushing a few stray filaments away from her temple, watching Sara's phenomenal lips descend until they reached her breasts. Like Laura before her, Sara was in no hurry. They had always loved one another slowly, patiently, with loving skill and tenderness, but this time, perhaps because of their recent estrangement and the sharp emotional residue it left, they seemed to approach each other's flesh with reverence and rapt sensitivity.
Sara covered Laura's small breasts with her dark brown hands and squeezed them gently while continuing to kiss every inch of skin around and under the perfect globes.
"You know . . . I've missed these," she murmured to Laura, looking up once from under her heavy eyelids, holding Laura's breasts apart and kissing the flat expanse of creamy skin between them, licking it, then kissing it again.
"What are you going to do to them?" Laura asked, smiling.
"I think I'm going to . . . have them for dinner," Sara replied, her dark eyes twinkling. "Nummie num."
"Oh . . . Sara!" Laura gasped, nearly fainting with happiness as she felt Sara's thick, sensual lips close over one of her aching nipples.
It was impossible for there to be such bliss, Laura thought as Sara kissed and massaged her breasts and sucked her nipples over the next several minutes. The challenge now for her, apart from simply giving in to and enjoying to the fullest the deep love she felt transmitted to her through Sara's mouth on her sensitive nipples, was not to come too fast. This was the appetizer, not the main course. Sara was going to fist fuck her, she knew, and the mere thought of that was almost enough to make her come prematurely. It wouldn't do to go off early.
And Sara knew she might. Their bodies and minds were very much in harmony and had been from the very beginning. Sara knew that Laura, after having fucked her so beautifully only minutes ago, could only be seething and yearning inwardly for release herself. And so she was careful not to bring Laura to the absolute point of no return too quickly. Nevertheless, by the time she resumed her descent down Laura's body, Laura was in a state of helpless, frantic need.
Whimpering and squirming, she parted her thighs to let Sara slide down between them, then watched Sara's lips on the velvety smooth skin of her flat belly, then on her inner thighs.
"Oh! Oh god . . . it feels so good, honey!" she panted, wincing with pleasure as she felt Sara's fingers spreading her wet, swollen pussy lips.
Sara looked up at her, grinning slightly. "Are you ready for Auntie Sara to give you, shall we say, the finishing touches?"
"Oh god, yes!"
It was a deeply ambiguous emotional moment, and Laura found herself wondering as she looked into Sara's suddenly mysterious eyes if somehow revenge were not mixed with love in this very intimate act that was about to occur. After all, fist fucking could be violent; shoving your fist deep into someone's body offered a tempting chance to punish her, if you were so inclined. Even Laura had once or twice fisted a lover harder than she had intended, partially through anger swirling together with her genuine lust.
This thought made her fear Sara as much as she adored her in this very instant, and the two feelings intermingled together seemed to paralyze her with physical hunger and real terror. Sara had good reason to want to punish her. Laura held her breath as she felt Sara's fingers clumping together in the greasy warm channel of her pussy.
"Don't . . . hurt me!" she whimpered, the words escaping her mouth before she had planned to say them, before she could reconsider.
Sara looked up at her, bemused. Her eyes flickered with recognition, and Laura knew in that instant that Sara knew exactly what she was feeling, what she was fearing. Then a wholly different expression slowly took over Sara's face. It was a warm, loving, deeply affectionate smile.
"Laura . . . I would never hurt you," she said, quietly. "Never."
"Oh god, then fuck me . . . please!" Laura begged. "I need it so bad. I need to feel you inside me."
Sara made a mildly funny face, not hysterically funny but pla
yful and droll. "Oooohh, you have a potty mouth, girl. Here . . . how does this feel?"
She bunched up her fingers and pushed them further into the pulsing, frothing wet gash of Laura's gaping pussy. Laura felt the breath leave her lungs briefly. She threw her head back, feeling the thrilling honeyfire of profound sexual pleasure pour through her body.
"Ohhhhh . . . it's heaven . . . do it . . . yes, do it . . . oh honey, do it!"
Gnawing her lower lip and concentrating, Sara pushed harder, inching the wedge of her hand further into Laura's body slowly. Laura had lubricated so copiously that Sara's hand encountered almost no resistance, and in a few seconds it was completely embedded in Laura's tight cunt, up to the wrist. Finished scrutinizing the process of penetration, she gazed again up at Laura.
This was the moment, Laura knew, both had been waiting for. Their eyes locked, pulsing slowly, rhythmically, in mysterious harmony. For Laura, though she didn't know why, fist fucking was almost always a ceremony of piercing intimacy and shockingly deep emotion. Maybe it was the absolute linkage, the fact that your two bodies were completely united, though it was never something she felt with a man's cock in her. She had ceased trying to figure it out, but she knew that when she had done it to Sara, during their last time together, they had both felt the same thing, this unreal, throbbing, intense closeness, this sense of being completely merged, this feeling of all-enveloping love and incredible sexual joy that they were now feeling again.