Chapter 263

Laura got a call at work from Brenda. Just the sound of her voice, though it was a little querulous and cross at the moment, summoned memories so acutely pleasurable that Laura had to squeeze her thighs together under her desk just to bear their piquant erotic fire.

Brenda, who had taught her own sister Mavis at a very tender (and illegal) age how to fistfuck, had been overcome by guilt after a few years and refused to do it with her any more, fearing that she had corrupted her own flesh and blood. This had resulted in good fortune for Laura, however, since both of them were eager to do it with her. She and Brenda, who was married, saw each other only about twice a year, but these trysts were so incendiary that Laura, recalling them now at her desk, was nearing a meltdown.

"Laura? Did you move?" Brenda asked, almost sharply.

Flummoxed, still glowing warmly from the memories of several shattering sexual encounters with this gorgeous woman, Laura was jarred back to her senses. "Oh. Yes... in fact, I did." She paused, lowering her voice significantly. "I would have told you," she breathed. "I just hadn't got around to it yet."

Brenda softened. "I know you would have. It's not me I'm worried about. Mavis dropped by to see you. She thinks you ran out on her. She's devastated. I think you broke her heart."

Laura had to restrain her own little fit of petulance. After all, following the time Laura had come upon Mavis and Eric fucking in her own apartment-she had given Mavis the key, and Eric had dropped by unexpectedly-she had rarely seen the girl and was more and more convinced, reluctantly, that Mavis had developed a preference for that huge cock of his over Laura's ardent caresses. Feeling a little injured herself, she had stopped thinking about Mavis, aware that when she did, she could hardly bear the thought of being rejected by her.

But now the hurt and annoyance came pouring back into her. She has a lot of nerve, being upset with me, Laura thought. But then the thought of Mavis mooning over her came back too, and soon Laura didn't know what she felt. She realized she was actually smiling at she thought of her darling, enchanting Mavis aching for her.

God, I ache for her too, she thought. It's been months. And last time I had to share her with that creep Eric, too.

"I... didn't know how to let her know," Laura stammered, awkwardly, knowing it was true enough, even though it sounded like a lame excuse. And in truth, she had not tried to let Mavis, or anybody else, know.

Brenda was understanding. "I know. Where are you living now? Still in the city?"

Laura told her.

"I could get the message to her... if you want me to. She's really depressed. I think you could cheer her up."

"I'm dying to see her," Laura said, honestly, straightforwardly, trying not to sound like a child molester. Yes, Brenda, I'm dying to fist fuck your darling baby sister. Please give her my phone number.

"Good. I had an idea. I could tell her to meet you at that Walgreen's where you first met. Remember that? It's near where you work, isn't it?"

How could I forget it? Laura mused. Browsing in the cosmetics aisle after work one day, she had been electrified to see this stunning, slender little black teenager doing the same, and almost surreptitiously, it seemed, flirting with Laura at the same time. Mavis had told her later that she was thinking: If this pretty white lady wanted to fuck me, I'd let her. Of course, Laura was dying to, and somehow they got to her apartment (Laura could no longer recall how), where Mavis had promptly seduced Laura with cunning directness.

"Yes. I'll be there at five-fifteen. I can't wait."

"I'll tell her," Brenda said softly. "I'm a little jealous."

No wonder, Laura thought, ironically. Pimping for your little sister, who you were fucking yourself when she was only thirteen. You should be ashamed. She could not suppress a grin.

"No need to be," Laura breathed sexily into phone. "I can squeeze you in any time. You know that."

"I just might take you up on that soon. Meanwhile, take care of my little sister, okay? She's been through a lot lately."

"You can count on me, darling. I love that little girl almost as much as you do."

When they hung up, Laura found herself wondering what Brenda had meant by Mavis having gone through a lot lately. Was that another allusion to Laura having moved without notifying her? I mean, I know she may have been a little depressed, but she's a teenager; certainly there's more to her life than me. What about the stud, Eric?

She suppressed her irritation over the thought of Mavis being pumped regularly by Eric and tried not to think of it the rest of the day. Walking through the door of Walgreen's at five-ten, she felt her blood race as she immediately saw Mavis leafing through a magazine about black hairstyles for women. Laura sidled up behind her.

"I like your hair just the way it is," she whispered, pushing her nose into it quickly, for effect, then pulling back before anyone in the store could see her.

Mavis tensed, and her head whipped around. She broke into a broad smile when she saw Laura.

"Laura!"

Laura winked. "Why are you acting so surprised? You knew I was coming, didn't you?"

Mavis pouted. "You moved without telling me. How did I know you was gonna show up today?"

"I think we have to have a talk, young lady." Laura looked at her watch. "Do you have homework? Do you have time? Can you come over for a little while and see my new place?"

Mavis continued pouting, but this time mischievously, knowing it got to Laura. "You mean the place you moved to without telling me?"

Laura took the magazine from Mavis's hand, folded it, put it back on the rack. Then she took Mavis's hand in hers. "Come with me. I won't take no for an answer."

The little minx was playing hard-to-get, and deeply enjoying it, relishing Laura's uneasy haste and the way Laura looked around the store to see if anyone was watching them. Mavis, however, let herself be pulled gently toward the door.

"How do you know I didn't want to buy that magazine?" she snapped playfully at Laura as they went out onto the sidewalk.

"I'll buy you three copies tomorrow," Laura said, still pulling her down the street. "My car is parked over there in the company parking garage. Come on."

Mavis giggled girlishly and followed her. "I only want one copy."

In the car, in the depths of the dark, gasoline-reeking parking garage, Laura could barely keep from assaulting her. Those eyes, she thought. How could I have forgotten those eyes. Mavis's remarkable eyes, deeply sexual, knowing, experienced, fuck-me eyes, glowed in the half-light.

Laura could remember having hungry, reckless sex with both Karen and Sholandra in this very parking garage long ago. They had risked everything, panting so wildly for each other that almost nothing could have stopped them. But since then she had grown more sensible. Or was it simply that the opportunity rarely arose?

At any rate, Mavis was also underage, which made it especially dangerous. And she also seemed to sense Laura's vulnerability, her eyes burning with mischievous allure.

"Aren't you gonna kiss me?" she whispered to Laura, noticing that Laura did not start up the car.

Laura looked around furtively, just as she had done in Walgreen's. "God, yes, I am," she gasped, leaning over the shift lever, grabbing Mavis's face in both hands. "I can't stand not kissing you."

Close up like this, Mavis's extraordinary eyes nearly burned down deep into Laura's soul. "Good, I want you to," she breathed to Laura, parting her lips, lifting them.

Laura destroyed Mavis's soft mouth with kisses. She held her head in both hands and mashed her lips into Mavis's, raping her open mouth violently with her tongue, forcing Mavis's body back against the seat. Only after ten seconds of this did Laura realize what she was doing, how quickly she had lost control. Mavis whimpered but kissed Laura back hungrily too.

When Laura broke it off, both were panting, and Mavis's wonderful hot eyes were throbbing and swimming with sex, more devastating than ever. "You makin' me all gushy wet, Laura," she confessed. "We better get out of here."

"Yes," Laura nodded.

She drove them to her condo, concentrating to keep her hands from shaking on the wheel, paying careful attention to the hair-raising San Francisco traffic, trying not to glance over at Mavis for fear of imploding with happy, anticipatory lust. To keep a more even keel, she tried making polite conversation.

"You look wonderful, Mavis. Just a little thin though."

"I lost some weight."

"Eric wearing you out?" Oh god, Laura thought, hating herself. I sound so jealous! Why can't I be like Dawn, for instance? So understanding, so... un-jealous?

"Ain't seen him but once," Mavis said, looking out the window. "Right after... you know."

"Really?" Laura could hear her voice curdling, in spite of herself. "I thought you two were, you know, a hot pair."

Mavis shook her head. "I got an asthma attack. I was in the hospital for almost a week. That's why I lost a little weight. I ain't seen him in... months, I guess. Think he lost interest when I got sick."

Now Laura felt like the lowest of the low. She cringed visibly. "Oh shit... I'm so sorry. Making that crack."

She looked over at Mavis, who in fact did look faintly cadaverous, her skull a little more prominently visible through her skin than usual. Mavis was fairly slender in the first place and could not really afford to lose many pounds. Now Laura understood what Brenda had been saying when she mentioned that Mavis had been through a lot lately.

"It's okay. You didn't know."

"I didn't know you had asthma." Laura was very concerned.

"You don't have to worry. I can still fuck," Mavis giggled. "I'm better now. All I have to do is take my medicine and my inhalers."

Laura felt like a worm. She didn't know how a worm felt, but it must be like this. Low. Scuzzy. "I feel terrible."

Mavis put a hand on her knee. "You almost broke my heart, lady," she said seriously to Laura. "I thought you ran out on me. I..." She fidgeted. "There really ain't anybody like you in my life, Laura. Not even Brenda. I mean, Eric got a big dick, and I kind of liked the feel of it, you know? I never felt that before. And his sure is big. The girls I know think only the brothers have 'em that big. But he ain't like you. When you and I do it... it's special."

"I know," Laura said, getting all dewy-eyed, feeling her heart pulse and throb. I'm such a sucker for someone who loves me.

But she got control of herself, vowing to be especially sweet and tender to the darling girl. Mavis, with her devastating fuck-me eyes and delicious, slender little teenage body. And her asthma. God, she could have an attack while I was making her come! Laura thought. What would I do then? Call 911? Oh, you see Officer, I was just... sort of... you know, fistfucking her senseless when she suddenly began to choke and wheeze. I hope I didn't do anything wrong.

Mavis was very excited by Laura's new place, almost more excited than Laura was. She couldn't get over either the location-"Wow, you set off here in the foggy woods like some elf story"- or the carpeted splendor of the interior. She was only inside the door when she promptly kicked off her shoes and wriggled her pretty little black toes into Laura's thick carpeting.

"Are you hungry?" Laura asked. "Thirsty? Want a coke, or a banana?"

Mavis grinned and turned the lethal eyes on Laura. "You know what I want."

God, you're as bad as I am, darling. I can hardly keep my hands off you. I feel so damned out of control in your company. I just want to devour you, and you're only... what, sixteen? She must be seventeen by now, Laura quickly figured. Jane was seventeen, Charise was seventeen. Surely Mavis had turned seventeen too.

"How old are you now?" Laura asked, trying to make it seem like an idle question.

Mavis walked around, touching Laura's furniture with her fingers, admiring everything, as if she had never seen anything so fine. "I'll be seventeen next Wednesday. The third. Why, you afraid of breaking the law all of a sudden?" She turned her swirling, pulsing, please-fuck-me eyes on Laura, and Laura felt the insides of her womb quiver and melt. "You never were afraid before."

Laura went over to her and caressed her incredibly smooth black cheek. "You know, there's an old song. Laura sang in a light, airy voice:

You go to my head,
With a smile that makes my temperature rise,
Like a summer with a thousand Julys,
You intoxicate my soul with your eyes...

"You ever hear it?"

Mavis shook her head, eyes still throbbing and pulsing and swirling, drawing Laura down, down.

"Oh well... never mind. It's just... that's the way you make me feel. Your eyes intoxicate me."

"Intoxicate means drunk?"

Laura nodded.

Mavis now raised her hand to Laura's cheek, returning the gentle caress. "You know, you got a pretty voice, Laura. You could be a singer. I'm glad my eyes make you drunk." Then she bubbled over with mischief and flirtation. "Drunk enough to do it?"

Laura leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead. "Drunk enough to do anything you want," she whispered.

Mavis was wearing a pale green sweater, which buttoned up the front. She began now to unfasten the buttons. Laura watched, feeling more 'intoxicated' every minute when Mavis looked up seductively at her with those smoldering black eyes. Her dark smooth skin became more and more visible as the sweater opened, and Laura wanted desperately to press her lips to it everywhere.

"Don't you want to go into the bedroom?" Laura murmured, feeling the pulse beat in her neck. "If you keep doing that, we might not make it there."

Mavis paused, her fingers still poised on the third button from the top. She flirted silently. Laura took her other hand, the one not unbuttoning her sweater, and drew her down the hall. In the bedroom, Mavis resumed unbuttoning, and Laura watching. Seeing a girl as amazingly desirable as Mavis take off her own clothes in preparation for inviting Laura to enjoy her body was shockingly erotic to Laura, who was nearly paralyzed with awe and lust as she watched more and more of Mavis come into view.

Mavis was enjoying it. "You really like watching me undress, don't you," she marveled at Laura.

"It's pure rapture," Laura confessed.

Mavis was coy. "Why?" she asked, coquettishly.

The sweater was nearly unbuttoned. Only the bottom button remained. As a result, it gaped away from her body, revealing her thin white bra, her gleaming black skin, accentuated by shadows and planes of light, all fiercely alluring and erotic. Laura knew Mavis's body well, but it still had this effect on her, as if she had never seen it before, making her wet, making her blood thump and course wildly.

"I love watching your body come into view gradually," Laura said, swallowing dryly. "I love your skin. It's so smooth... and dark. I want to touch it. I want to kiss it."

Mavis was not coal-black like Dawn or Charise, but she was still fairly dark, and her smooth dark gleaming skin contrasted starkly with the bright white fabric of her skimpy little bra and the pale green cotton weave of her sweater. After unfastening the last button, she slowly peeled the sweater off, leaving her bra on.

As Laura watched, her hands dropped to the zipper on the side of her pants. She wore white pants, but not tight and sexy ones, as Dawn's had been. Mavis had a thin, slight frame-that asthma again, why did I never think of it? Laura reflected-and was not gifted with the kind of spectacular full round ass that Dawn had. In fact, compared to Dawn or Tamara or many others, she did not have a remarkable body at all, and yet Laura was completely enchanted by it, worshipping and hungering for it, almost comically eager to see each new expanse of smooth black skin appear.

Mavis's slender black fingers seemed especially long and graceful against the bright white fabric. Again her eyes flickered mischievously. "Why don't you take off one... and then I'll take off one?" she suggested, still coy and flirtatious.

With a sexy little smirk, Laura took her up on it. She pulled up the bottom of her blouse from her skirt and belt, then unbuttoned it too, while Mavis watched.

And while Mavis's underwear was plain, nothing special, Laura's as usual pushed the envelope. She often wore the sexiest possible underthings to work beneath her formal corporate attire since, for one thing, you never knew what might happen, and for another, it simply made her feel wonderful, saucy, and even wicked all day, as if she had a secret, erotic self that was entirely unknown to others, which of course was true. Today was no exception, and she could see Mavis's eyes widening as Laura's silk blouse came open.

The cups of Laura's bra were black, but they were very abbreviated, very thin and small, dipping low between her perfect breasts where they were linked at the bottom by a fringe of black scalloped lace. At the sides of the small cups the lace, now filigreed by spidery, quasi-floral designs, and otherwise transparent, formed the back strap, encircling her body to fasten in the rear. Between the cups was a little satin black bow.

Laura casually slipped out of the blouse and tossed it over onto a chair. Mavis came closer. With one long, slender black finger she traced the outline of one bra cup until her fingertip met the thin black lace at the side of Laura's breast.

"I never seen anything so beautiful as this," she said in a hushed voice.

Laura leaned close and whispered in her ear, breathing hot breath into it at the same time. "Imagine what the panties look like."

She pulled back to see a brief, sharp quaver run through Mavis, whose eyes now burned even hotter. Laura reached back with one arm and lifted up the long auburn flag of her hair above her neck, turning her back provocatively to Mavis.

"Want to take it off?"

Mavis nodded slowly. Carefully, she undid the clasp. The bra fell limp, and Laura shimmied the straps off her shoulders, turning back, her small breasts jiggling, captivating Mavis.

"Now you," Laura prompted softly.

With a sensual, feline gesture, Mavis dropped one hand again to her zipper. Slowly she inched it down. Her eyes never left Laura's. They nearly melted Laura's insides as the zipper went down further, further.

God, we are good, Laura thought. We sure know how to make each other die for it. This marvelous girl... so young... so incredibly sexy...

Finally, the zipper reached bottom. Mavis pants were now loose, and she inched them down, showing Laura the white top of her panties. Laura was clearly paralyzed by sexual hunger, and Mavis knew it. Her eyes sparkled and sizzled. She pushed the white pants down to her knees.

"May I take them off for you?" Laura murmured, hearing her voice gargled and clotted in her throat from an excess of sexual excitement.

Mavis shook her head slowly. "Take yours off first," she said softly.

Again Laura gave in. She felt a little silly anyway, standing there naked from the waist up, wearing a dark businesslike skirt below. She quickly unzipped it and let it fall at her feet, along with the half-slip under it. Now Mavis's eyes widened again.

Laura's panties, which matched her thin black lace bra, were if anything even sexier. Except for a small patch of solid black over her pussy, the rest was made only of the black filigreed transparent lace, edged at the thighs and waist by more scalloped black lace. They dipped low on Laura's hips but were not flagrantly skimpy, just impossibly alluring, and she could see Mavis unconsciously biting her lower lip gently as she looked at them.

"Wow... I could use a pair of those," she said in awe.

Without speaking, Laura knelt and pulled Mavis's white pants all the way down to her ankles, then carefully took each pant leg off each of Mavis's feet. Then she stood up again. She slipped her arms under Mavis's, who held them slightly apart from her body for Laura, and unclasped Mavis's bra too behind her back. Now Mavis's bra fell loose too.

Laura stepped back and pulled the loose straps down Mavis's arms, tossing the bra over onto the chair on top of her silk blouse. Now all the clever striptease they had been performing for each other seemed to evaporate in an instant, and only the hot, throbbing emotion and heady sexual desire they felt took over. They both wore only their panties now, and Mavis uptilted her lips to Laura, while Laura moved closer, closer, until their naked breasts brushed, and their nipples pressed together.

"Oh Mavis... god, it's been so long," Laura sighed, pressing her mouth to the girl's open lips.

They kissed for a very long time, probing, searching, their hands merely holding each other's bare back at first, then crawling, exploring, clutching each other's flesh more urgently. The hard, thick, jutting rivets of Mavis's nipples bored into Laura's naked breasts, and she was surprised how she had forgotten them, these big rigid nubs that rose out of the small soft cones of Mavis's black areolas.

She kissed Mavis's cheek, her forehead, her neck, hungrily, feverishly. "I've got to suck your beautiful nipples," she panted to Mavis, drawing her over a few steps to the bed. "Here," she pulled her down on it. "I forgot how wonderful they are."

Mavis smiled and sighed softly. "I didn't forget how it feels when you do it," she murmured, her magical eyes swimming and swirling.

Mavis had small, widely-spaced breasts and large, jutting nipples that seemed to stand up a full inch from the surrounding puffed black flesh, proud and tempting. Laura lowered her mouth to one immediately, stroking it with her tongue, then lashing it harder, while Mavis looked down, watching. When it was all wet, stiffer than ever, Laura sucked it and the puffy little areola around it completely into her mouth.

"Unnhhhhh!" Mavis panted, her eyelids fluttering.

Laura had to remind herself not to suck too hard, or swallow and consume the darling girl too urgently, too rapidly. The asthma, she cautioned herself. Remember the asthma. Anyway, you don't want it to be over too soon, you don't want both of you to go up like an exploding ammo dump, do you? You want it slow, so you can lick every delicious inch of her.

Quickly, she eased up, loosening her ravenous lips, laving the hard little berry of Mavis's erect nipple with her tongue, modulating into a more sensual, tender rhythm but still not releasing Mavis's small breast. Instead, she kneaded it with the fingers of both hands and tongued and sucking Mavis's excited wet nipple until Mavis began to coo helplessly.

"Ooohhhhh... Laura... you do it so good! Ooooohhhhh! I love it! I love that! Do it hard again."

"Really?"

"Oh shit yes!"

"Maybe a little hard... but not too hard," Laura purred, again taking Mavis's shiny wet nipple between her lips.

Mavis grabbed Laura's head and pushed her small breast roughly into Laura's mouth, grunting softly, wildly, at the same time. "Auungghh!"

Laura sucked the hard little bud a little more insistently than she had been doing. She could feel an involuntary ripple of pleasure grip Mavis's body. Oh no... oh no, Laura thought. Not yet. We're not getting there yet, darling. We have a long way to go. I want you... I want all of you.

Meanwhile, Mavis was pulling Laura's face over to her other breast, whimpering, writhing under Laura. "Oh! Oh Laura!"

"Yes... baby, yes," Laura murmured. "Let me have this one too. I want to swallow it."

"Unnnn... unnnn..." Mavis droned, tossing her head, wriggling her hips. "Oh Laura... I ain't done this in a long time! Unnnnn! Please... yes... unhhh!"

Laura, though hungrily slurping and sucking Mavis's other nipple and kneading her small breast passionately with her fingers, realized that the temperature was skyrocketing. They were going much faster than she wanted to, and she quickly cranked it back down a notch, releasing Mavis's breast from her mouth, easing skillfully into other fervent but less arousing caresses.

She kissed Mavis's smooth black chest and her collarbones and her throat. Mavis was a little skinnier than usual, as Laura had earlier noticed, and her bones protruded more, but Laura licked them and ran her lips hungrily over them until she got to firm flesh, which she then nipped and sucked, running her mouth up Mavis's neck to her ear.

"Ohhhnnnnn!" Mavis moaned, twisting, her eyes shut, her face grimacing with intense pleasure.

"I want you... I want you... I want your beautiful wet pussy, Mavis," Laura whispered to her, dropping her hands to Mavis's panties and skimming them down her thighs.

In order to get them all the way off Mavis's legs, Laura had to slide down, but she did not waste the opportunity. She kissed Mavis's smooth, heaving belly, and her navel, and her thighs, finally extricating Mavis's feet from the leg-holes of the panties and flinging them wildly into the air and across the room, her nostrils almost throbbing from the thick, ripe odors of the girl's sweet pussy.

Hurriedly, but taking care not to rip them, Laura slipped out of her expensive panties too, dropping them over the side of the bed onto the floor. Her own pussy was positively flooding, and she realized as she swarmed again all over Mavis's lean, smooth black body that they had never pressed their pussies together. Mavis was always too intent on fist-fucking, and of course Laura would never turn down the chance. But now she was completely in charge, and Mavis was nearly swooning and trembling in the grip of very acute sexual need.

"I want to fuck you with my pussy," Laura panted to her, breathing into her ear, maneuvering both of their bodies so that she could succeed in getting their crotches together.

"Oh Laura!" Mavis whimpered, writhing again violently, deliciously sexy. "Just fuck me... I don't care how you do it! Unhhhhh! Oh!"

But Laura cared. She wanted the delicious naked girl every way possible. Fisting Mavis was impossibly sweet and thrilling, but she wanted more of her than that. And until she began swarming all over Mavis, coiling with her, entangling her in her arms and legs, kissing her warm, resilient flesh and mashing her own wet pussy into Mavis's sopping wet crotch, she realized that she had explored only a fraction of what this kind of fucking could offer, if you were truly demon-obsessed with the need to completely consume the other person.

During the next few minutes, Laura was like a hungry python, coiling her body around Mavis in every way imaginable. She began in her usual way by slipping one leg under one of Mavis's and then scooting forward until their wet cunts met. Mavis's eyes fluttered open, and she gave Laura a surprised, then a fiercely hot stare, unleashing her throbbing fuck-me eyes at the same time that her facial expression showed Laura her intense delight and wonder at this fresh sensation.

"Ohhnnnn... god!" she groaned, arching her back, pushing her wet pussy into Laura's forcibly.

Mavis was still on her back, writhing, her eyes shiny and glassy as she stared hypnotically up at Laura, who was sitting, slowly gyrating her hips so that her pussy would slide against Mavis's wet bush and warm, gooey cunt lips. She realized that she could make it even better for them both by inserting her hand between them and spreading their cunts open further, perhaps guiding their clits together with her fingers, as she had done with others in the past. But her need and desire for Mavis was too strong for her to do anything so deliberate.

"Oh god, honey, I want you, I need you so bad, it's been so long!" Laura gasped, flinging herself forward onto Mavis's slender, gleaming black body, embracing her and kissing her shoulder and her neck, while still gyrating her pelvis smoothly, pushing her groin into Mavis's pussy.

"Unhhh... unhhh!" Mavis panted, squirming as Laura fucked her, now grabbing Laura's body too with her hands, digging her fingers into Laura's back and up-fucking with her hips into Laura's thrusts.

Again Laura sat up, feeling she could get better leverage that way, and began pumping harder, so hard the bed began to jingle and creak, so hard that she found if she let her forward leg creep up onto Mavis's stomach, bending it at the knee, she could get a fairly tight pinch on the girl's streaming crotch and ram her own cunt even harder into Mavis. This position seemed to send them both into a hot frenzy of whimpering and frantic churning, until Mavis was actually rising up off the bed too onto her elbows, grinding her own pussy up into Laura's.

"Unh! Unhhh! Oh! Laura... oh god shit it's good unhhhh!"

Again Laura, unable to keep any part of her body off Mavis's squirming flesh, changed positions. They were jamming each other so heatedly that their bodies had settled onto the side, and their frantic grinding had turned Laura nearly onto her stomach. Now she grabbed Mavis's long slender black leg and hugged it between her breasts while digging her knees into the mattress and pumping Mavis hard with backward, downward thrusts. Mavis quickly picked up the tempo and, turning onto her own stomach, began meeting each one of Laura's sharp thrusts with her own churning hips, and soon they were both gagging and grunting almost hysterically in a fit of crazy fucking, both face down, their hands flat against the sheet as their mated groins danced and bucked in the air.