As she drove down to Burlingame later that afternoon to spend the rest of the weekend with Deshona, Laura wondered if she were slipping. Am I getting older? she thought. She and Brenda, while fucking with fierce, incendiary enthusiasm, had only had three climaxes each. And even though Laura could still feel the after effects, especially the gentle throbbing that was left over from being fist-fucked, she knew that in the past she had had twenty or more orgasms on similar occasions.

I’m twenty-nine, she thought. Am I slowing down?

But her fears were laid to rest by the next twenty-four hours. Deshona, who had been curiously aloof, cold, remote, and reserved, even demure, when Laura had first known her, was, now that they were lovers (and true-love lovers, at that), an almost insatiable fuck-slut. They locked the dog in the other portion of Deshona’s large house and then fucked each other senseless for the rest of Saturday and most of Sunday.

By the time Laura returned home late Sunday afternoon, she was pooped and ready for an early bedtime. But when she got out of her car, she found Mavis standing by the lobby door to her building, outside behind a tall bush.

"You finally decided to come home, eh?" Mavis said, her dark, devastating eyes flashing with mischief. "Shit, I been waiting for you forever."

"Mavis!"

Laura’s heart actually took a small leap. Mavis was wearing a big, loose, white sweater, too big for her, with the collar rolled up around her neck and the sleeves drooping past her hands. But she looked shockingly lovely, and Laura’s heart was pinched by how much she had missed her.

"God, are you a sight for sore eyes," she said.

"Bet you say that to all the girls. You got a neighbor in here named Jane? You know her?"

Uh oh, Laura thought.

"Kinda good-looking in a nasty-ass sort of way? A sister? She’s about my age?"

"Yes . . . I know her . . . mother," Laura added. "And her."

"She came by here on her way in the door and axed me if I was waiting for you. I don’t know how she got that idea. Then she starts going crazy, saying things like ‘I’ll come and find you and hurt you bad if you let Laura stick her tongue up that little nigger pussy of yours.’ She sort of made me shiver, you know? What call she got to be talking to me that way?"

Laura took her arm and steered her toward the door. "Jane is a little . . . unbalanced," she lied evenly. "She’s in therapy. You know, shrinksville? She sometimes has delusions, poor thing. I’ve been dying to see you, why don’t you ever call me?"

Laura opened the door and ushered Mavis into the foyer. She thought that the weekend with Deshona, and the hot prelude with Brenda, Mavis’s own sister, had satisfied whatever sexual cravings she might have for days, but the sweet smell of Mavis’s hair and body immediately gave rise to a hot tingle deep inside her pussy.

"You can stay, can’t you?" she asked anxiously.

Mavis beamed. "My mama got a new boyfriend, and they went to a church revival together. What time you got?"

Laura looked at her watch. "Five twenty-three."

"She ain’t gon’ be home until nine, at least."

Laura hurried Mavis to the elevator, afraid they would run into Jane again. Damn, she thought, I can’t even have a normal sex life without her sticking her nosy face into it. She tried hard to ignore the irony of ‘normal’ since she was about to fuck an adolescent high-school girl after yesterday having fist-fucked that girl’s sister.

Inside the apartment, Mavis pointed to Laura’s overnight bag. "You sleep over with some dude . . . or some other girl?"

She was suspicious, edgy. Laura, who always felt guilty about something, tried to disguise her uneasiness at the question. Why yes, a friend of mine in Burlingame and I just about fucked each other to death this weekend. We only stopped an hour or so ago. Before that I fisted your beautiful sister into an orgasm so strong I thought she was going to perish right there in her bed with my hand up her lovely pussy. Laura realized she could hardly say any of these things. But she tried not to be too evasive.

"Work, you know. Work work work."

Mavis didn’t know whether or not to believe Laura, clearly, but she nodded as if she knew it was not her place to press it. Laura felt another heart pang. Oh god, she cares enough about me to be jealous! She remembered suddenly how Brenda said she thought Mavis was in love with Laura.

And now Mavis was obviously feeling vaguely hurt but unable to express it since she had, as she thought, only a marginal claim on Laura’s affections. Laura locked the door securely and went over to her. She cradled Mavis’s marvelous face in both hands, looking deep into the girl’s magnetic eyes, so full of mysterious knowledge and sexual turbulence and promise. Those eyes, she thought. Not only is Mavis beautiful, but those wild eyes . . .

"Look, you gorgeous girl," she said softly, seriously. "You’ve been staying away from me, and I can’t stand it. I love you."

She said it plainly, honestly, wanting Mavis to believe it.

"I had a pimple," Mavis said, her voice barely audible. "Two pimples. I couldn’t let you see me like that. I love you too, Laura."

Laura’s heart nearly burst. She clutched Mavis’s slender, lanky body to her, hugging her hard, feeling an instant leap of her own sexual temperature as her fingers felt Mavis’s supple body through her sweater, and her nose filled again with the girl’s fresh, delightful fragrance, completely natural since Mavis wore no perfume.

She tried to hide from herself the fact that she and Deshona had been groaning and panting their deep love for one another all weekend, while in the grip of some truly thrilling, acutely pleasurable orgasms. But it was okay to be in love with Mavis too, Laura told herself. She was, and it didn’t matter. How could she not love this wonderful young girl?

By now she was kissing Mavis’s smooth black neck, and under her ear, and her perfect throat, the smooth skin beneath her chin. "I love you and I want you," she breathed.

"Me too," Mavis panted back.

"It’s been weeks."

"I know. I had to make myself come in the bath once."

"Oh Mavis."

Laura got her hands under the huge, bulky sweater. She ran them all over Mavis’s marvelous, smooth, warm skin, digging her fingers into Mavis’s back. Mavis was kissing her back now, almost as eager as Laura was. She kissed Laura’s face, her jaw, her cheek, her mouth hungrily, sliding her tongue in deep.

Laura got Mavis’s bra loose under her sweater and moved her hands around to the front, slipping them under the loose cups and squeezing Mavis’s small breasts, feeling her hard, rivet-like nipples pushing against her palms. She pinched them lightly between her thumbs and forefingers.

"I’ve missed these," she murmured into Mavis’s black, gleaming ear. "I want to suck these."

"Can we go in there?" Mavis asked, indicating Laura’s bedroom with a tilt of her head.

Laura kissed her neck, squeezing her small breasts again. "Mmmmm, I might rape you if we go in there."

Mavis giggled little-girlishly. "What you think I came over here for?"

Laura drew her into the bedroom and shut the door behind them. Then she pulled the bulky sweater up over Mavis’s head. The thin cotton bra she wore came with it. Laura threw them in a heap on the chair across from the bed.

Quickly, Laura removed her own sweatshirt and bra, watching Mavis’s eyes on her body, unable to take her own off Mavis’s gleaming black shoulders and small, delectable breasts.

"Take off your pants," she murmured to the girl, quickly shedding her own.

Now they were both in their panties only. Laura, recalling what Brenda had told her, focused her eyes on the smooth skin between Mavis’s small breasts, where apparently one of the pimples had been. It was a pristine and flawless as ever now. She took Mavis in her arms, standing next to the bed.

They kissed slowly, very romantically, caressing one another’s naked back, pressing their naked breasts together. Mavis’s thick, jutting nipples were so hard that Laura could feel them drilling into her own. They each luxuriated in the most exquisite, minute sensations of their nipples mashing together as their tongues coiled and danced inside each other’s mouth.

By the time they broke off the kiss, both were trembling and panting softly.

"Gosh, I forgot how beautiful you are," Laura breathed on Mavis’s smooth black neck.

Mavis grabbed Laura’s face in both hands and kissed her again, a searing, devouring kiss. "That’s why I had to stay away," she confessed, talking into Laura’s teeth, then slipping her tongue past them again, into Laura’s mouth. "You think I’m so beautiful and all. I had to be beautiful for you."

"You marvelous creature," Laura purred, sucking on her beautiful neck, then on the firm strip of muscle that ran from her neck to her gleaming shoulder. "I am going to eat you alive."

"Look how hard my nipples are," Mavis said, wonderingly, looking down at them as she and Laura slipped out of their panties and lay down on the bed.

"They’re always hard," Laura said, scissoring them with her fingers.

"I know, but not this hard. When you kiss me they get really hard."

"Mmmm, they get even harder when I suck them," Laura kissed her ear. "Want me to do it?"

Mavis’s beautiful, exotic, mysteriously sexual eyes were swimming with lust. "Sure do."

As usual, the contrast thrilled Laura. Not so much the contrast of their skins—Mavis was very dark, and her glossy skin against Laura’s slender, pale fingers was thrilling in its own way—as the fact that Laura had been fucking heatedly with Brenda and Deshona before this, both of whom had large, round, very firm breasts. Laura loved them and had spent the weekend licking, sucking, nibbling, biting, and squeezing them rapturously.

But Mavis’s adolescent breasts were among the smallest she had ever had in her hands, or her mouth. Unlike Charise or Jane—both her age, both already sporting grown woman’s breasts—Mavis had small beauties, and maybe, Laura thought, they would never grow any bigger than this. But there was quite enough to enthrall her.

She could remember indelibly the day Mavis had picked her up in Walgreen’s, then pulled up her sweater right here in Laura’s living room, offering Laura her body without warning. She had said something like, ‘Guess you want to see what you’re getting first.’ Then she had let Laura kiss her and remove her bra, and the rest was history.

Just remembering it made Laura so wet that she swore she could feel cunt juices oozing and trickling down her inner thigh. Going to bed with a lot of other women in the mean time had made her forget how exquisitely beautiful this girl was, definitely in the top tier, her mysterious, sex-swimming, beckoning, fuck-me eyes a total miracle. Still scissoring one of Mavis’s long, thick, black nipples in the fingers of one hand, she lowered her mouth to the other beauty, licking the small, swelling areola, then curling her tongue around the protruding, stiff center, the jutting black bullet that sprang up almost an inch.

She heard a sharp intake of breath from Mavis. "Oh!" Mavis breathed as Laura’s lips closed over the long bud and took it into her mouth, along with a big chunk of Mavis’s small breast.

Laura was in no hurry, and she sucked and toyed with Mavis’s big nipple until it was harder than ever, rubbery and wet, standing up even further from its swollen little black tent of an areola. She pinched it in her fingers and lashed it with her tongue. Mavis mewled softly, watching every move.

"I love your big nipples," Laura whispered.

"You . . . said that before," Mavis panted, beginning to squirm excitedly.

"I meant it, too. I love them. So hard and pointy."

Mavis squinted, kittenish, her devastating eyes deep with promise. "You better do the other one before it gets jealous."

"Mmmm, I know."

With totally concentrated attention, Laura made extravagant love to Mavis’s other breast and nipple the same way, still lightly pinching the first, damp, erect one between her thumb and forefinger, twirling it. After thirty seconds of this, Mavis was beside herself with need.

"You killing me," she whimpered. "I need it bad."

"Let me look into your eyes," Laura murmured, scooting up. "I’ve got to look into your fantastic eyes when you come."

"You better look quick," Mavis panted. "I’m about ready to pop."

Laura kissed her, solemnly, romantically, with great emotion, wanting this to be an unforgettable experience for them both. She dropped her hand to Mavis’s groin, brushing Mavis’s, who was seeking out Laura’s throbbing cunt with her fingers too. Laura smiled.

"Do you think we can come together?"

Mavis nodded. "If you’re going to . . . I’m going to."

"I love you, Mavis."

Even though she had said the same thing repeatedly to Deshona all weekend, Laura didn’t feel like she was lying. Mavis’s glowing, murky, mysteriously sexual eyes had never looked so electric.

"I love you, Laura," she whispered, eyes rolling up as Laura’s fingers found the warm, wet groove of her open pussy and slipped inside.

Laura opened her two fingers to clasp Mavis’s clit between them, then let them slide slowly back and forth, in and out of the girl’s flowing slit. Mavis almost swooned, but seconds later came back to life enough to get two of her own fingers into Laura’s aching cunt.

Their eyes locked, throbbing, pulsing, tied hypnotically together. Mavis’s eyes were deep, swirling with dark sexual meanings, electric with wild, knowing sexual messages. Laura felt like the girl’s eyes were sucking her down a hot and dangerous black hole into a seething mystery of scorching, pulsating, soulful fucking. How this girl could have such throbbing depths of sexuality when she was only sixteen mesmerized Laura, who held her slender, willowy, writhing body and kissed her passionately while sliding her fingers up and down across Mavis’s taut, greasy little clit.

Even though Mavis appeared to be so sexually aroused that she was in danger of falling into a trance, she managed to get two fingers into Laura’s soupy, tingling slit too. That was all it took for them to be completely connected, the circuit closed, and the hot, pulsing current of thrilling electricity began running through both of their bodies as they gazed, enraptured, into each other’s eyes, slowly moving their hands in rhythm. Oh god, I never realized how much I love this girl! Laura thought wildly, desperately.

But it was agonizingly sweet and slow. Both were ready to explode, and neither wanted it to end. They fucked for perhaps two or three long minutes, barely moving, only their fingers stroking, probing, gently rubbing. Then Mavis began to pant more rapidly, her mesmerizing eyes glazing over, rolling up, as she approached a no-return stage.

"Unh . . . unh . . . oh unhhh oh Laura . . ." she panted, now pushing her pussy forward into Laura’s probing fingers.

Laura was equally aroused, panting harder herself. "Yes," she whispered, rocking her own groin forward into Mavis’s hand, which moved more sporadically now that Mavis was locked in on a fierce finish. "Come with me, baby."

"Oh . . . yes!"

Now they were moving rhythmically, rapidly, grinding their hips forward, and the bed began to squeak under them. Laura kissed Mavis’s smooth, cheek, her neck, her mouth, looking into the girl’s beautiful face, deep into her burning eyes, now murky and swirling with a turbulent storm of sexual need. Mavis bit her lower lip and froze.

"Oh god . . . now!" she whimpered softly.

"Oh yes, baby!"

Laura rubbed Mavis’s pussy harder, rhythmically pinching her clit now between her two fingers, as Mavis’s stiffening body suddenly began to quiver and undulate through the first fierce shocks of her orgasm. Both of them were so sunk in this hypnotic dance of slow fucking that they had forgotten about the noise potential and had no pillows nearby to moan into. But, in Mavis’s case at least, it didn’t matter.

For the first time in Laura’s experience with her, she had a climax much like Jonelle often had, a deep, swooning, silent cataclysm of twitching, shuddering, and low, soft moaning as profound and shattering spasms of ultimate bliss wracked her young, supple body. Her beautiful face was transfigured by a shattering ecstacy, and Laura was overwhelmed by love and a sudden blooming orgasm of her own as she watched Mavis grimace with each new shock that wrenched her flesh.

Fortunately, the clenching spasms that gripped Mavis’s body also made her hand jerk spastically, rubbing her clawed fingers against Laura’s own clit almost in spite of herself, providing all the stimulation Laura need to suddenly spill over herself in a glorious, mushrooming thundercloud of hot coming. Mavis was still swooning, locked in the deep trance of a crushing orgasm, but Laura clutched her almost desperately, fiercely, as her own climax began to shake her.

And Laura’s was not a silent wonder, like Mavis’s. She heard herself groaning loudly and buried her face in Mavis’s neck, pumping, her pelvis shuddering, mewling into the crease between Mavis’s neck and shoulder as powerful shocks hit her.

"Mnnnnggeeeee! Unghh . . . oh! Mnnnggnnmmmiieee!" she wailed, trying to pinch off her screams, certain in the back of her mind that Jane was upstairs listening, having spotted Mavis by the door, and knowing Laura well.

The most intense phase of her own climax passed before Mavis began to moan, finally emerging from the paralytic shock of the first part of her orgasm into a slow, keening wail of deep pleasure as further wavelets of ecstacy broke over her. She twisted and moaned in Laura’s arms.

"Ohhhhnnnnn . . . ahhnnnnnn! Oh god Laura . . . ohhnnnnn!"

Together they embraced, cooing to each other, letting the waning moments of this searing experience slowly fade. Then they kissed, a long, emotional kiss.

"I can’t believe how it just gets better with you," Laura confessed in a whisper, brushing back a long, stiffish strand of hair that had fallen across Mavis’s cheek.

Mavis blinked. "I never had one like that before," she said, astonished. "Not with Brenda either."

"You were pretty wiped out."

"Tell me about it. Like getting hit by a truck." She crinkled her nose playfully. "You shouldn’t be doing a little schoolgirl like that, Laura. I might have a stroke or something."

Laura shook her head in disbelief. This little schoolgirl with the fuck-me eyes was already a deeply sensual woman physically, but a playful, kittenish adolescent too. The mixture never failed to thrill Laura, or to stir her sexual fires too. After an exhausting weekend of fucking, she still wanted Mavis, wanted her again.

"I think this little schoolgirl could teach me a thing or three," she murmured, kissing her again.

"You want more, don’t you," Mavis asked bluntly.

"I always want more of you."

"We’re gonna to do the other now, aren’t we?"

She smiled and held up her small fist.

Laura felt a hot rush of blood inside her body. She and Mavis’s sister Brenda had shared an intensely sharp and intimate episode of fist-fucking only the day before, prior to Laura’s journey down to Burlingame. The memory of Brenda’s fist—larger than any she had ever had inside her pussy—made Laura’s heart actually skip a beat. It had produced a shattering orgasm.

She and Mavis had fist-fucked before, Mavis having been schooled in the perverse practice by Brenda at the tender age of fourteen, but the thought of doing it with her at this moment somehow seemed distasteful to Laura. Too perverted. Too sick. They had just made love, staring into each other’s eyes as thrilling orgasms engulfed them both, throbbing together, moaning and whimpering together. It was a searing and also a tender moment, and Laura somehow didn’t want to ruin it by such a depraved finish.

"Why don’t we do it next time," she suggested gently.

Mavis’s face dropped. "You found somebody else to do it better for you? You been seeing Brenda?"

Laura flushed, happy to be in her dim bedroom where it probably wasn’t very visible. This was the first sign of jealousy from Mavis, and it was directed, plausibly, at her own sister. Laura and Brenda had nearly set Brenda’s huge, circular bed on fire the day before.

"Of course not," Laura lied evenly, acting hurt that Mavis would suspect her. "You’re the only person I ever did that with. Except for that one time when we both did it with Brenda."

Mavis appeared unconvinced. God, had Brenda mentioned anything to her? Probably not, Laura thought, but the girl was still suspicious.

"You ever do it with that Jane who was talking so nasty to me downstairs when I was waiting for you?"

"Of course not." Laura kissed her warmly, stroking her naked body, trying to divert her attention back to sex. "You’re everything I want, Mavis. I love putting my hand in your pussy. I like putting my tongue in it too," she whispered, slithering it into Mavis’s dark ear. "Like this."

"Oooohhhh!" Mavis shivered. "Gonna be a wet little pussy again if you keep that up."

"Can I lick your pussy and make you come this time, without using my hand? I love your beautiful pussy."

Mavis beamed at her. "You can do anything you want to me, Laura. Except don’t make me come so hard I almost die this time, okay?"

Laura pretended to pout. "You’re going to make me think you didn’t like it."

This tickled Mavis extremely. "I’m too young to come that way," she giggled. "You contributing to my being—"

"What, a teenage sex fiend?" Laura interjected quickly.

Mavis dissolved in girlish giggles, and Laura took the opportunity to roll her onto her back, kissing her body, sliding down, kissing her smooth, flat stomach and belly, kissing her silky black inner thighs. Mavis had a pretty little pussy, not the long, beautifully-shaped, shimmering, juicy quim of Charise or Yvette or even Jane (Jane might be hotly jealous and half-crazy, Laura thought, but she had an exquisitely beautiful pussy), but still a lovely, tight, puckering little wet blossom, fiery pink inside, and right now swollen and succulent.

Laura began slowly but quickly turned up the heat until she was really mouth-raping Mavis’s runny, inflamed slit, driving the girl into a writhing, panting, keening wreck in about two minutes.

"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura!" Mavis whimpered, her glossy thighs clenching, her pelvis churning.

Laura slid her tongue right up into the fiery center of Mavis’s open pussy, stabbing it deep, sliding her hands under the girl’s marvelous little buns at the same time and squeezing them. It was a small, tight pussy, even for her tongue, and she briefly marveled at the fact that she had pushed her whole hand into it on several occasions. But she was not going to do that today.

Today, darling, I eat you and fuck you in the normal way . . . this way.

She knew it would take a miracle to make Mavis come any harder than she had the first time. But it could still be sweet, and intense. Like Laura, Mavis came pretty quickly every time, and she was very near to another one already. Her lovely lean body was straining and stretching, her long glossy muscles tensing in ways that aroused Laura’s lust to a higher pitch. She loved fucking Mavis, and it suddenly was as if she herself had gone without sex for days or weeks, so thrilled was she by this girl’s flexing young body.

"Ohhhh . . . oh yes!" Mavis yelped softly, and Laura knew from the rising hysteria of her voice that it had arrived. "Ungghhh! Oh! Auunggghhhhh!"

Mavis came in a violent spasm, her body almost leaping straight up off the bed as a galvanic shock of pleasure stabbed her. Laura, with her mouth still glued to the girl’s pussy, scrabbled with one hand across the mattress for a pillow and pulled it over to Mavis’s face, but the girl was totally devoured and consumed by a turbulent, overwhelming orgasm and couldn’t grasp the necessity of moaning into a pillow.

She continued to moan loudly, but the initial shock of her climax quickly died away, and so did her moans, fading slowly into soft sighs and whimpers. Laura knew the damage—if Jane were upstairs listening—was already done, and so she gave herself over to enfolding the still-quivering young girl in her arms, kissing her tenderly as Mavis rode out the last few wavelets of another powerful orgasm.

For a long time they did not speak. Mavis lay peacefully with her head on Laura’s shoulder. Then, in a soft, barely audible voice, she said, "You get to come too, you know."

Laura had come so many times during the weekend that she had almost forgotten that she had not come this time. But she knew her body had not forgotten, especially since it revived quickly as Mavis began to caress it. Each time they were together Laura had to remind herself that Mavis was no amateur, like Charise, or Deshona. She had been trained by Brenda and had fucked weekly with her sister for two years.

Her sexual skills were well-developed, and she now toyed with Laura’s breasts, licking and sucking them, and Laura’s pussy, rubbing it expertly in feathery little swirls with two fingers, until Laura was on the verge of her own climax in about two minutes.

"Oh Mavis," she panted. "You do it so well . . . ohhhh, that feels so good! You know how to do me so well! Oh yes . . . right there! Yes! Oh god!"

"I’m gonna lick you," Mavis said suddenly, sliding lower. "I love to lick you. Don’t come yet. Let me lick you."

"Oh . . . I can’t help it!" Laura gasped.

Mavis was good at licking too, so good that after only a few licks Laura was coming unbelievably, groaning, grabbing spastically for the pillow to muffle her loud cries, then pumping and shuddering through a deliciously intense orgasm.

"Oh! Oh god . . . oh Mavis oh god . . . ahhhhhh!" she sighed, finally falling back, slack and dazed, to the bed.

"Ooohhh, good one, eh?" Mavis smiled, sliding back up to kiss Laura, her electrifying eyes still glowing, hot and deep and dangerous, as if they had not already been fucking for half an hour but were just getting underway.

This girl is too hot for any guy, Laura thought. She’d burn a poor little teenage boy to a cinder. And she’s so artless and girlish and matter-of-fact about it.

They cuddled. Soon Mavis held up her pretty, shapely black hand again in front of Laura’s face.

"Still think we ought to do this. It’s fun."

"I don’t know whether I’d call it fun," Laura said softly. "Maybe wild, though."

"That’s what I mean. Let’s do it. First I’ll do you. You only came once."

"I thought you liked to lick me," Laura said. "You didn’t get to lick very much."

"I know. You came too fast. You just trying to change the subject, too."

She held up her hand again, now making it into a fist. Laura had felt that pretty little fist inside her cunt, and she was tempted. But she got the better of it, dragging Mavis back down on the bed again, staring deep into her marvelous, bewitching eyes.

"You, my darling Mavis, are a little teenage pervert. Forget about these nasty, exciting perversions just for one night, okay? And let me love you and lick you, and you lick me? Okay? I can come just fine when you lick me, as you just saw."

Mavis grinned. "I guess I can’t make you do it, if you don’t want to. That would be rape."

"Mmmm, sounds like fun," Laura teased her. "But seriously, let’s be normal for a change."

"This ain’t normal. Two girls. That ain’t normal. My mama would have me arrested."

"Mine too, dear. But it’s as normal as we’re going to get, I think."

Mavis crinkled her nose. "Me too. Lay back now, ‘cause you gonna get the full treatment."