Date: Wed, 19 Jun 2002 21:15:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Jill and Laura, Part 1 (F/F, ws)

This is a story about sex between women. There's a little description of
water sports (urine play) in this part, but just a little. In Part 2,
there's gonna be a lot! I like it, many readers on this board like it, so
if you don't, please fuck off. If you're too young to read it, then please
don't, though in my personal opinion it would do you some good. If you'd
like to read more stories by Lisa Summers (me), most of them are listed on
the "Prolific Net Author" page at www.nifty.org There will be at least 1
more part to this story - maybe more, but at least 1.

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Part 1

Hi, my name's Jill, Jill Norstadt. I'm hangin' out right now with a cutie
named Laura, Laura Martinez. Laura's a dancer, age 22, at a club downtown,
a strip joint named "Ecstasies." I think the story of how we met is pretty
interesting, so I thought I'd tell you all about it. I guess I should tell
you what I look like, huh? I'm 5' 5" tall, 110 pounds, with C cups, a nice
ass, long blonde hair, and I am really cute looking, and usually find guys
staring at me and drooling (I don't usually brag like that, but you need to
know that I'm good looking). I've got a cute nose, and nice even, white
teeth, and kind of an oval shaped face. My hair is slightly curly, which
drives me crazy when I want it straight, but it's full and shiny, and I
keep the split ends trimmed.

I love to dress so that I'm showing off my midriff and navel; `cause I have
a flat stomach with only a little bit of pudge, and a pretty navel, with a
little diamond stud through it. I like to look nice at all times, and I'm
careful with my makeup. I'm 21, still in college, though I'll be graduating
this Spring with a major in marine biology. I spend a lot of time on the
water in my two piece, which is cut really low on my hips, and close in on
my hips to my mound, it's a thong, really, so I have to keep myself pretty
well trimmed down there, and my tan goes almost all over. I went a little
wild on my 20th birthday, and had a small tulip tattooed on my left hip,
close to being on my butt, but I like the way it looks, and so do other
people.

My on-again, off-again boyfriend, Michael, had been buggin' me to go with
him to a strip joint. I think he had some kind of idea of putting together
a threesome with him, me and some other girl, and I wasn't really
responding to the idea. Finally, though, he told me that it would be "the
very best birthday present ever" if I would just go with him. Well, I've
got a soft spot for birthdays, I really like to do them up, so I agreed
that we would go to the strip club, and then to late dinner afterwards at
Benton's, a really nice steakhouse in the area.

Michael came over to my apartment (I live alone, but he's over a lot) to
"help" me get dressed, and I could tell he was excited about our upcoming
evening. When I stepped out of the shower, he was there to hand me a towel,
leering at me the whole time. Then when I bent over to dry my feet, I could
feel his hands all over my naked ass. I kinda thought that would happen,
and I enjoyed feeling his finger stroke my wet pussy lips, then travel back
to my little brown ass hole. I let him play with me a little, then
protested that we would be late.

He let me finish dressing, and we took off in his car to the club. I had
never been in a place like that before, and I didn't know what to expect. I
was relieved to see that there were other women there, besides the
performers of course, and it looked very nice inside, though it was kind of
dark. Michael got us a table really close to the stage, where I guessed the
girls danced and took off their clothes or whatever. There was already a
girl dancing around. She was cute, and looked kind of young (maybe 18 or
so), but she wasn't that great a dancer. I noticed that as she took her
clothes off, guys, and even some of the women, would put dollar bills
around where her panties were, usually near her ass or crotch. It seemed
like a pretty neat way to get tips!

She had glossy black, curly hair, long and down to her shoulders. I really
liked the way her hair swung around when she danced, and she had a cute way
of interacting with the customers. She'd wink at some, smile at others or
lick her lips in a really hot way, and I found her utterly charming. She
had a beautiful, heart-shaped face, a perky little nose, and gleaming
white, even teeth. She looked as though she was a latina, or had some
Hispanic blood, with a nice tan kind of look. Of course, being a dancer,
she had at least D cup breasts and a totally awesome ass. I'd look at her,
then at myself, and I didn't think I could compare, even though as I've
said, I look okay. But she was something else.

I found myself curious to see what she looked like under her clothes as she
took pieces of her outfit off, and when she was down to a bra and thong, I
was watching her very closely. She spun around, and somewhere in there she
took off her bra, revealing her buoyant breasts, which stood up firm and
high. Her nipples were a dark brown, which was a little different from what
I'm used to, as I have pink nipples with small aureoles. Her aureoles were
quite large, like silver dollar sized. I thought it was an interesting
difference. I thought I saw her looking a little more in our direction, as
she got more naked, and I suspected that Michael had made some kind of
arrangement with her. I looked around, and I noticed that other girls
dressed like dancers were, well, dancing on customers' laps.

I don't mean actually standing on them, of course, but they'd sit on a
guy's lap and kind of twirl around, and rub themselves on the guy, and
actually, it looked a lot like fucking, to be blunt about it. The guys
seemed to be enjoying it. I wondered if the girl on stage would be coming
out after she was through, and if so, maybe I could get her to dance for
Michael. Anyway, the girl on stage finally shimmied off her thong, and I
caught my breath when I caught a glimpse of her mound. She had shaved it
completely bare, and it looked like she had a ring through her clit. I
couldn't believe that anyone could do that, and stared intently at her
pussy to see how she'd had it done. I looked up one time, and she was
staring right back at me, with a grin on her face! Well, I think she was
staring at me, she could have just as easily been staring at Michael, or
even someone behind me.

She danced around some more, and I could even see inside her pussy to her
pink, which I found strangely attractive. I was sorry to see her leave the
stage, but very soon another girl came on. She wasn't as cute as the first
girl, and even though she was a better dancer, I found my attention waning,
but Michael was having a good time. I looked around and noticed the cute
first dancer making her way through the audience, until she got to our
table. She looked at Michael, then at me, and said, "Would you all be
interested in a private dance?"

I looked at Michael, and said, "It's your birthday, Michael, would you like
a dance? I'm buying."

Michael said, "Sure," and the girl spoke up and said, "Tonight's two for
one night, two dances for the price of one, I can do your wife, too...."

Michael got all excited and said, "Go for it!" I wasn't sure I wanted to go
for that, but it was Michael's birthday, so I smiled at her to let her know
it was okay to do her dance, but then I felt a need to say, "Oh, I`m not
his wife." I`m not sure why I felt like I had to clear that up, but that`s
what I said. If anything, though, the girl looked even more delicious up
close, so I began to tingle thinking about what was going to happen. She
smiled back at me, a nice warm smile.

She sat on Michael's lap, and was squirming around all over him, even
pushing her thong covered ass in his face at one point. He seemed to like
that, and I wondered what I'd do if I found her ass in my face. Pretty
soon, probably too soon for Michael, she finished with him, then slid over
to me. I didn't know what to do, and must have looked a little tense,
because she whispered in my ear "Just relax, I'll do all the work," then
gave my ear a lick with her tongue. I felt a thrill to have her warm tongue
in my ear, and giggled. She pulled away quickly, with her face close to
mine, and whispered so that only I could hear, "I'd like to make you cum."

I was stunned, but thrilled, too, by what she said, and let her have her
way. She stroked me as much as she wiggled herself against me, and I could
feel my passion rising as she caressed all the right places. Soon, inside
my head I was begging her to "touch me there, and there. Lick me, caress my
breasts, stroke my clit, fuck me, suck me, lick me, I want to cum on
you....", and it seemed that she was reading my mind, as she'd stroke me
just where I needed to be touched, just when I needed to be touched. I'd
never ever felt such a thrill, at least while wearing clothes, and I could
feel my pussy tumbling over and over as I came tremendously, there, in
front of everyone, and with this girl's warm pussy pressing against my own.

No one noticed anything peculiar, except the girl, who had a smile of
satisfaction on her face as she closely observed mine. She noticed my
flushed face, my breathing change, all indications of an overwhelming
orgasm, but none of the men, least of all Michael, seemed to notice. The
girl finished her performance by kissing me full on the lips, a kiss I
returned with enthusiasm. She whispered again in my ear, "Come home with
me," and I was lost! I felt like I had tumbled head over heels into a
bottomless pit of pleasure, and I knew that I would surely be hers.

The girl stepped back, and ran back to the area where I guess her dressing
room was located. I saw that the restrooms were also over that way, so I
told Michael that I had to use the ladies room. He hardly noticed, as he
was staring at a redhead on stage who was wiggling her pussy lips. I made
my way back to the dressing area, and knocked on the door. A soft voice
said, "Come in," and I cracked the door open. Seeing the girl seated at a
vanity, I entered and stood shyly in front of her.

She stood up, and I saw she was about one inch taller than me. She was
wearing a sheer, filmy waist length open wrap that covered absolutely
nothing. She was still naked, and her nipples were sticking out further
than I'd ever seen before on a woman. I had already figured her at about
115 to 120 pounds. She pressed herself lightly against me, and I could feel
my skin catch on fire wherever she touched me. She quickly brought her soft
lips to mine, and I was powerless to stop her, but also felt no desire to
stop her from kissing me. Her tongue softly entered my mouth, and I spread
my lips wider to allow her entry. I could hear someone moaning with desire,
and I realized it was me. Her hands roamed all over me, then she was hiking
up my dress above my hips, and sliding her hand down inside the back of my
satin panties to squeeze my ass cheeks. I moaned louder and moved closer to
her so that she could have better access to me, wherever she might want
it. I felt her other hand rip my panties down off my hips, then roughly cup
my mons veneris, her middle finger easily inserting deep inside my very wet
pussy. I wiggled my hips on her hand, to try to insert her deeper in me,
and she responded by thrusting her middle finger, along with her index
finger, even deeper inside, and rubbing her palm against my now-sopping wet
cunt.

"Oh god, fuck me!" I whimpered. "Fuck my holes, please!" I gasped into her
ear, and followed it with my tongue, tasting a woman's ear for the first
time. She took my hint, and I felt one of the fingers on her other hand
separating my moist ass cheeks, and sliding inside my hole. No one had ever
been inside there, though Michael had stroked the outside of my rear hole
sometimes.

She whispered in my ear, "I'm fucking your holes, now. I'm deep inside your
hot, wet pussy and ass. I'm going to eat out your hot holes, and make you
lick my holes tonight, and fuck you deeper than anyone has ever fucked
you. I'm going to suck on your sweet nipples, and kiss you hotter and
hotter...." as she said this, she twirled her fingers inside me, bringing
me to my second orgasm of the night, and I didn't even know her name.

I moaned, "Oh, yeah, please fuck me. I'm yours, baby, you can fuck me
whenever you want, you can play with my holes, please, FUCK ME. LICK ME,
SUCK ME, FUCK ME, BABY, PLEASE!" It felt so good to be able to say these
dirty things out loud, to another woman, one who was beautiful, and sexy
and HOT. I began spasming in a major cum like I'd never felt before, as she
cupped both my holes in her hands and held me until I was through shaking.

"Oh, shit!" I said, after I'd recovered. "I forgot all about Michael, he's
going to wonder what the hell took me so long just to pee! But now I really
DO need to pee." The girl kept her fingers on me, and stepped back, looking
in my eyes.

She said, "Squat here." I did as she commanded, and squatted above the
vinyl floor by her makeup vanity, but she still had her hands on my ass and
pussy. "Now, pee on my hand," she commanded. It's safe to say I'd never
done anything like that before, but the thought of doing it with HER was
very exciting, and I gave it a shot. I felt a small trickle of pee coming
out of me, and she smiled and said, "That's it, pee on me baby!"

When I heard her say that, I got up the courage to let more pee out, plus
it was easier once I'd started, and I felt a stronger stream of my pee
cascading out onto her hand. We were gazing deeply into each other's eyes
as I pissed on her, and I was disappointed when I ran out of urine for
her. When I finished, she brought her pee-covered hand up to her mouth, and
licked several fingers. "Umm," she said, then brought her piss soaked
fingers to my nose, to smell, then to my mouth to taste. To my surprise, I
found my mouth opening for her to slide her finger in, and I sucked on it,
savoring the salty flavor of my own piss on her sweet, slender finger.

She then got a Kleenex off the vanity, and wiped me dry. We both stood up,
and she kissed me again, as I melted into her soft breasts and wide
hips. She looked at me and said, "Hi, my name's Laura. And you are...?"

I giggled and said, "I'm Jill, pleased to meet you. Will you marry me?" we
both giggled at that, then she said, "I was serious before, I want you to
come home with me, tonight. Can you tell your boyfriend something?"

I giggled again and said, "Well, this was supposed to be his birthday
present..."

Laura said, "I take what I want and I want you. I`ll work this out" I saw
the look in her face when she said that, and I could see the pleasures she
had in mind for me, pleasures I wanted so badly....

Laura, wearing the thin wrap over her naked body, going out the door,
turned to me and said, "Sit right there and wait for me." I did as she
commanded, and looked around while I waited. I looked at the pictures
around her vanity mirror first, naturally, and I could see the usual family
pictures with dad, mom and a little sister standing next to Laura wearing a
graduation gown. It looked like college graduation. She also had pictures
of some other women in their early twenties, all of them attractive. No
boyfriend or husband pictures that I could see.

After about five minutes, Laura returned and sat next to me on the vanity
bench. She took my hand in hers, and looking into my eyes, said, "I
arranged with Kim and Denise to seduce your boyfriend and take him home. I
also told Kim to tell him that you weren't feeling well, and took a taxi
home. I think she'll be able to sell him on it."

I said, "If she has breasts and an ass, she can probably sell him on
anything. I think he was hoping for a threesome with me and another girl
tonight...."

"Oh, he's gonna get his threesome, Kim and Denise LOVE that, it's just not
going to have you in it." As she said this, her hand caressed my cheek, and
she gently pulled my face to hers, our lips and tongues meeting tenderly. I
felt so warm and safe under her touch, and I was quickly growing excited
thinking about where the evening would take me, and us. Laura put her hand
on my breast, over my heart.

"You're getting excited, I can tell," she said, with a grin.

"How can you tell?" I asked.

"Your heartbeat's increasing significantly, your nipples are HIGHLY erect,
your face and upper body are flushed, your pussy's emitting a musk I can
smell slightly, your pupils have exp-" she began.

"Gosh, Laura, you sound like a doctor," I interrupted.

"Well, that's what I want to be one day," she said, wistfully. "That's why
I work here."

"So that IS a college graduation picture, huh?" I said, before I caught
myself.

"Huh, checking me out, honey?" She teased. I blushed a little more. "Look,
I'm through here for tonight, I want to take you home now to make love,"
she finished.

"You are direct," I said. Laura grasped my upper arms and stared into my
eyes.

"Isn't that what you want, too?" She demanded forcefully.

"Yes," I said, simply. She changed out of her wrap into jeans, a sweater
and a pair of sandals, no underwear, while I straightened up my dress. She
walked over to me, standing by the bench, and took my hand, saying, "C'mon,
let's go. We can learn all about each other on the way." We walked out the
service door, to Laura's car, a beat up baby blue Plymouth Valiant. "I'm
saving my money," she said. "Medical school's expensive." She said this as
though she felt she had to explain why her car wasn't fancy, though that
didn't matter to me. She held the passenger door open for me, and I got
in. She came around, got behind the wheel, and off we went.

I checked out where Michael had parked his car, and it was gone, so I
figured he had already started his birthday party. I slid over next to
Laura on the bench seat, and took her right hand in my left hand. She
glanced at me quickly, and I smiled back at her, feeling like a teenager on
a first date. After 15 minutes or so, we arrived at a nice, but not
expensive apartment complex. Laura parked, then we both got out, as I
didn't wait for her to come around and get me, I thought that would be too
weird.

We walked up to the second level, on stairs that went up on the outside of
the building, and walked down the common walkway on the outside of the
building, about halfway down, and arrived at Laura's door. She unlocked the
door, then keyed the deadbolt open, and we walked in. Her apartment turned
out to be a studio apartment, with everything but the bathroom in one room,
and a short counter with built-in oven, range top, sink and a small
refrigerator serving as the kitchen. It looked exactly like the "struggling
student" apartment I lived in, too. The room itself was dominated by the
queen size, neatly made bed in its center.

Laura wasn't real great at housekeeping, as there was some clothing
scattered around, but the apartment was nicely decorated with hand made
crafts, and it was clean and smelled nice. "I love your apartment, Laura,"
I said. She didn't say anything, but looked in my eyes again, this time
with a great deal more uncertainty than she'd shown in the club.

"Do you mean it?" She said, her eyes searching mine. I didn't know why my
opinion was important to her, but apparently it was.

"Uh huh," I answered, and smiled. She brought her face to mine, again
almost uncertainly, awkwardly, and I brought my lips to hers, for the first
time taking the lead role. I pressed my lips against her warm, soft lips,
and brought my tongue to her lips to invade her moist mouth. She let me in,
and soon our tongues were cavorting like dolphins at play. Soon, we melted
into each other, and I could feel Laura's long nipples, hard and perky,
pressing into my breasts. My nipples were equally erect, but not as
noticeable as hers through our clothes.

After a few warm, melty minutes, Laura stepped back from me, and crossing
her hands on the hem of her sweater in front of her, lifted it up over her
head, and flung it into a corner of the room. Her beautiful breasts, capped
by her lovely nipples, stood up proud and firm, offering themselves to
me. Before I could move to cup them, Laura unsnapped her jeans, and
shimmied them down her hips, revealing her shaved, naked pussy to me. I
could clearly see that her sex was glistening with moisture.

I grunted then, an animal noise, and brought one hand to her wet pussy and
the other to caress one of her breasts. I couldn't believe that I was here
with a naked woman, stroking her body! I had never touched another woman or
girl in a sexual way, though like most other women, I had thought about
what sex with another woman might be like. Now I was about to find out.

While I was reveling in the feel of her firm body under my hands, I felt
her hands on me, unhooking the few hooks at the back of my dress, and felt
it fall to my feet, leaving me in my white satin bra and panties. I heard a
low growl from Laura, perhaps in anticipation, perhaps in frustration at
finding me still partially clothed. Her arms embraced me again, then, and
her lips again met mine, as she once again took control of me. Her hands
fumbled with the back hooks of my bra, first unhooking the top one, then
the middle one, then the top one latching itself while Laura unhooked the
bottom one. When it didn't fall off due to the top hook re-hooking itself,
Laura muttered and unhooked the top again. I giggled at her frustration,
and she lightly bit my lower lip for mock revenge.

As my bra fell, my breasts were released to feel the warmth and softness of
Laura's. Her nipples poked at me, and I felt a thrill of ecstasy building
in my pussy at the unaccustomed sensations.

"Oh, Laura, your breasts feel so soft and warm on mine! I never imagined
this could feel so good," I murmured.

"Umm, baby, your little nipples feel so nice against mine. Rub your nipples
across my breasts," Laura commanded. I rotated my breasts against hers,
kind of sloppily, but it felt nice to both of us. Laura embraced me again,
and kissed me deeply, and then I felt her slim fingers invading my
panties. Not taking them down immediately, though I wanted her too, but
caressing my smooth, round ass cheeks in the rear, and my trimmed light
bush in the front.

"Please, pull down my panties," I begged her, whispering in her ear, but
Laura ignored me, preferring to feel the slick smoothness of the satin on
the backs of her hands, and the moist softness of my body on their
fronts. She rubbed me in small circles, building the tension in me higher
and higher. I sought release by exploring Laura's nipples with my small
hands, rubbing them slightly, which brought an instant reaction from Laura.

"Pinch them, baby," she whispered, and I did, lightly at first, then
harder. Her hips began rotating against mine, as Laura tried to push her
cunt against mine, the pain in her nipples clearly exciting her. As I
pinched harder yet, she slid her wet slit over my thigh, trying to use my
leg to scratch her itch. Her building excitement was clear to see, and
smell, as her feminine musk rose up to my nose. I was enjoying myself
immensely.

Laura growled then, louder, and walked me backwards the short 1 or 2 foot
distance to her bed, and I fell backwards onto it, our legs tangling as she
fell with me. We never broke our kiss, however, and now we could stretch
out on her cool, fresh bed, languidly intertwining limbs as the desire
struck us. Laura began sliding down my body, kissing my breasts tenderly,
yet with tiny nips of her perfect, white teeth, shooting sparks of desire
into my now sopping wet pussy. I wiggled my hips to signal my building
passion, and consequent impatience, but Laura just laughed lightly.

She moved on, then, to my navel, and when she thrust her pointed tongue
into my "inny", dodging the small diamond stud, I giggled, then gasped
loudly when she hit some nerve inside there. "Oh!" I breathed. Laura bathed
my navel, as though she expected I would come from her licking me
there. And perhaps I would, one day soon. The thought sent a shiver through
me. I'd never thought of my navel in that way before.

After Laura was satisfied with her teasing of my navel, and not a moment
before, she moved on then to my thong, which barely covered anything
normally. Now, after its abuse by Laura, and soaking up my juices from my
excitement, the vee over my mound was more like a strap, and was riding up
inside my labia, pressing so deliciously against my clit, and lewdly
displaying the shape of my pussy to Laura's admiring eyes. She pulled the
waist of the panties up, as though giving me a wedgie, and the fabric of
the panties pressed harder against my erect, swelling clitoris, exciting me
further, and causing the cream dripping from my pussy to run down into my
ass, pressed as it was against the bed.

Laura wiggled the cloth inside my cunt from side to side, and peered up at
my face through the opening between my two stiff nipples. "Like that,
baby?" She enquired.

"God, yes, Laura, rub me there, don't stop, please!" I begged. "My pussy is
so wet, I can feel it dripping into my ass hole!"

"All in good time," she said, though I didn't know what she meant by that,
nor hardly care. Laura then hooked her fingers over the waistband of my
panties, and slowly pulled them down, down, further, until they began to
slide off my hips. I raised my ass up impatiently, so that they'd come off
faster, but Laura only slowly scraped them over my rounded ass cheeks, as
though she had all the time in the world. I could feel the slightly rough
lace on the waist band scraping across my sensitive ass flesh, and that
sensation alone, on top of everything else, almost made me cum. Finally,
though, I could feel my rounded buttocks exposed to the air, so I lowered
my ass, and lifted my knees up so Laura could get them off me faster.

She smiled as she looked between my legs, then. Lifting up my knees toward
my breasts had the effect of separating my pussy lips, exposing the pink
flesh inside, as well as bringing my brown pigmented ass hole into her
lascivious view for the first time. Laura licked her lips then, but I
didn't know which view had excited her more. She quickly pulled the wet
panties off my feet, then brought them to her nose, then to her mouth,
where she dabbed daintily at the feminine liquid soaked into the crotch,
like a cat licking at a bowl of cream for the first time. Her reaction was
very much like I would imagine the cat's to be. She smiled, and stretched,
and I could see her body quiver in a mini orgasm. I'd never seen anything
like that before.

She set my panties to the side of my body, near where my tattoo on my hip
was, then brought her hands to my feet, which were flat on the bed with my
knees up. Spreading my legs further, she brought her face closer to my
pussy, until her nose was perhaps a half inch away from the curls of matted
pubic hair adorning the space over my cunt. She dabbed her tongue
delicately there, too, licking up my cunt cream that had accumulated over
the evening. Some of it had dried on, but she licked it all.

I looked down at her face against my pussy, and I couldn't help but admire
the contrast of her deeply tan skin against the creamy white skin of my
pubic area. I saw her nose wrinkle prettily, as she took in the aromas
mingling around my pussy. She licked her lips again, the scents a pheromone
bath increasing her own desire. A strong musky feminine scent coming
directly from my cunt, the slightly tangy, salty but faint scent of sweat
coming from the skin next to my pussy, where my pubic area met my upper
thigh, the faint smell of urine from my piss adventure in her dressing
room, and finally, the faint earthy smell coming from inside my ass
hole. The combined sexual stimulants of these fragrances were exciting her,
and in turn, me.

"Laura, I want you to lick me there, now," I commanded. To my surprise, she
obeyed, but it was probably what she was going to do anyway. Her tongue
scraped at first around my labia, at the point where they stick out most
prominently, the most sensitive area on my lips. Then her tongue slowly
spiraled inside the labia as she traveled around from top, to side, to
bottom, to other side and again to the top, deeper and deeper into the
pink. Except that she kept her tongue on the outside of my labia where it
hoods over my clit. So, as she built my tension by tickling my labia, she
never gave me the release of stroking that tongue across my swelling, and
aching, clit.

I tried to press her face against my clit when she came around to the top
with her tongue, but she'd laughingly ignore my clit. Hotter and hotter I
got. "Geez, Laura, FUCK ME! FUCK MY CLIT, PLEASE! I NEED TO FEEL YOUR
TONGUE FUCKING MY CLIT! FUCK!" I was almost getting mad, and was about to
yell again, when she scraped the rough flat of her tongue across my
super-sensitive clitoris. I exploded in the biggest orgasm I have ever had
in my life. "OH, GOD, YES, OH YES, OH THAT'S SO GOOD, GOD, GOOD, I LOVE HOW
YOU'RE FUCKING ME, GOD IT'S GOOD, FUCK ME, FUCK ME, OH! OH! OH! OH...."
My voice trailed off to nothingness, following my consciousness, as I
blacked out briefly from the extreme pleasure that Laura had given me with
her tongue alone. I knew that I could never escape her touch, nor did I
ever want to. I only wanted her to fuck me, and fuck me, and fuck me for
eternity.

I found myself coming to, and Laura's face was so close to mine. I could
smell the fragrances of love on her face, and my tongue reached out weakly
to lick the wet areas around her sweet mouth. "I was pretty sure I didn't
kill you," Laura whispered. "And your breathing was okay, so I figured I
just overdid it a little."

"Oh, no, no, Laura, no, it was perfect, SO perfect, I've never, ever felt
anything like that! God!" I babbled on and on. Laura eventually silenced me
with a kiss, and the perfect became more perfect. I fell in love with her
then. We lay together for about half an eternity, but it passed as though
it were 5 minutes. Laura's head was lying on my shoulder, her breath
against my neck, her finger idly stroking one of my nipples.

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