Laura - 134


     Since their last two shocking, brutal, and perverted
encounters, Laura and Karen had avoided one another, fearing
their own potential for painful sex and exciting but
dangerous tortures.  But now, after the fresh, renewed pain
of parting from Jonelle yet again, Laura felt the need of
it.  Something fatal drew her to Karen, and something
equally mysterious drew Karen to her at the same time.

     They had vowed next time to meet on some neutral
ground, without the usual sex and torture toys they usually
had available.  But when the time came, neither one could
break away from it.  Karen had phoned Laura just as Laura
was about to pick up the phone to call her.

     "I know we were going to meet . . . somewhere neutral,"
she said smokily to Laura.

     "Forget it," Laura said.  "I need what only you can
give me.  And I need it hard, really hard."

     "But last time---" Karen began.

     "Forget last time," Laura cut her off.

     "Can we stop ourselves in time?" Karen asked.

     "Do you want to stop?" Laura asked provocatively.

     "You want to come over here?"

     "Yes.  I'll be there in twenty minutes."

     Laura's hands shook on the wheel as she drove to
Karen's apartment.   Fucking Jonelle excited her wildly, but
the thought of Karen made her weak, and make the cunt juice
flood her panties as if she had wet them.  She realized she
was trembling as she rang Karen's bell.

     Karen let her in, her own eyes glittering with obvious
sexual excitement.  She was wearing a pale champagne-colored
nylon chemise that made her stunning body and her silky
black skin even more alluring than Laura remembered.  God,
no wonder I wanted to fuck her the first time I saw her,
Laura thought.  Even though I'd never had sex with another
woman, or even thought of it.

     Karen's big, plump nipples were easily discernible
under the slippery fabric.  "You're staring," she said to
Laura.

     "I can't believe how desirable you are," Laura said.

     "You mean how desirable my boobs are," Karen smiled.

     "That too."

     "But you want to hurt them."

     "No.  I want to devour them.  You want me to hurt
them."

     Karen lifted one hand and ran a sensual finger down
Laura's cheek.  "You want to see them?  You want to touch
them?"

     Laura nodded.

     "Are you as wet as I am?"

     "My panties are soaked."

     "Maybe you'd better take them off."

     "Maybe you'd like to take them off for me," Laura
smiled.

     Karen drew closer.  "You're such a tease.  I want to
kiss you."

     They kissed ravenously.  "I want to fuck you," Laura
panted into her neck.

     "There goes sex, rearing its ugly head again," Karen
joked.  "I'll bet you want to tie me up and whip me or
something, you nasty white girl."

     Laura pulled down one of the straps of Karen's chemise,
letting the fabric drop to expose one round, jutting breast.
She covered it with her palm, feeling Karen's large soft
nipple swell against her hand.  She squeezed the firm ball
of flesh.

     "We better go in the bedroom, or it's rape on the
spot," Karen breathed.

     They went to Karen's bedroom, walking faster than
normal.  Laura could feel her pulse racing faster than it
ever did with any other woman.  But then, what we do
together is far more dangerous than anything I ever did with
anyone else, she thought.

     They were undressing even before they went through the
door.  Her blouse half-off, and her skirt unzipped, Laura
came up behind Karen and slid her hand up under the chemise,
grasping her naked ass, sliding two fingers between her hard
round buns.

     "Oooohh!" Karen gave a mock squeal, rising on her toes.

     Laura drew her down on the bed, and they frantically
together removed the rest of Laura's clothes, and pulled off
Karen's chemise.  Again they kissed ravenously.

     "If we didn't hurt each other so much, we might see
each other more often," Laura panted into Karen's lips,
filling her hands with Karen's large, firm breasts.

     "But we have a lot to remember," Karen panted back.
"It took me a week just to forget you, last time."

     "My nipples hurt a month later," Laura exaggerated.

     "You nearly chewed mine off, you violent little bitch."

     Laura cupped one magnificent dark breast and raised it
slightly to her lips, running her tongue all over Karen's
large, soft, deep black nipple.  "Mmmm, it looks pretty
healthy to me," she whispered.

     "Maybe you'd better see if it still sucks good," Karen
breathed, watching in fascination as Laura slowly sucked the
huge swelling bud between her lips.

     Laura sucked it slowly, tenderly, squeezing the firm
ball of Karen's breast in her fingers, swirling her tongue
around the large, silky bulb and watching Karen's eyes flood
with sexual excitement.  Rarely since their first days
together had they "made love" instead of indulging in the
most perverted and sadistic fucking imaginable.  But now,
conscious of the bounds they had overstepped more and more,
they both seemed to tacitly agree that a normal experience
wouldn't be half bad.

     The more Laura sucked Karen's large, luscious nipples,
the more Karen wanted to suck Laura's, and they maneuvered
their bodies so that Karen's breasts were dangling in
Laura's face while she kneaded and devoured Laura's nipples
hungrily.  Each used both of her hands to squeeze the
other's breasts while she sucked them, but each quickly also
found that she could caress the other's pussy with one hand
in this position, and soon they were sucking and hand-
fucking one another frantically.

     They sexual excitement was already at such a high level
that only about a minute of this was enough for them both to
come.  Laura felt the orgasm rise up in her so quickly that
she was powerless to prepare for it.  Karen's wet nipple
slipped from her mouth, and she groaned, arching her back
and shuddering in a sharp spasm of bliss.

     "Ohnng!  Auunnggghhh!  Oh god!" she gasped, coming
sharply.

     "Oh yes baby baby come oh baby come!" Karen panted,
still bunching up Laura's small breasts in one hand and
sucking Laura's wet nipples hard while her other hand rubbed
Laura's clit rapidly.

     Laura, being on her back, just gave in to it, dropping
her hand from Karen's cunt as the spasms consumed her.  But
Karen's sympathetic moans aroused her further, and she
lifted her hand back into the girl's wet trench, slipping
two fingers up into it and scissoring Karen's clit with
them, then fucking her hard while also sucking one wet,
bursting nipple sharply.

     "Unngghh . . . oh shit!" Karen gasped.  "Ungghh . . .
auungghhhh!"

     She came in torrents, pushing her breast into Laura's
face and gyrating her pussy down into Laura's thrusting
hand.  They both rolled onto their sides as Karen's orgasm
began to subside.  But she reached down and grabbed Laura's
hand and rubbed it fiercely into her pussy, gasping wildly
and then coming again in a quick, hot rush.

     "Ohhh . . . Jesus, I haven't come like that since the
last time I saw you," she panted, finally releasing Laura's
hand and kissing her passionately.

     Laura nuzzled her smooth black neck.  "Mmmm, don't
those hunks you screw make you come good?  Why do you mess
around with them when you could have me?  Or even some other
women?  I'm sure Rhonda Reardon would like to eat you
alive."

     "She's tried, girl.  She's even worse than you, the
horny little white bitch," Karen teased.

     "Ooohhh, how can you talk to me like that?" Laura said,
pinching Karen's ass hard.

     "Ouch!" Karen jumped.  "Oh!  I love it when you hurt me
like that."  She smiled.  "Do it again."

     "You're sick."

     Karen's eyes narrowed.  "Sicker than you think.  I want
you to do something to me."

     Laura's eyes rolled upward.  "Not again."

     "You can't say you haven't loved it with me.  I dare
you," Karen fixed Laura with her dark, glittering eyes.

     "I . . . have loved it," Laura confessed.  "But it's .
. . so twisted.  Why can't we have normal sex?"

     "You have normal sex with everyone else," Karen
breathed.  "With me, you have exciting sex.  Dangerous sex."

     "You're telling me," Laura deadpanned.   "What is it
now?"

     "I want you to fist me."

     "To what?"

     "To fist fuck me."

     "God.  Do you mean what I think you mean?"

     Karen grinned, a kind of lustful, perverted grin that
Laura had seen in the past.  "It means sticking your whole
hand into my pussy and fucking me with it."

     Laura could feel her pulse immediately shoot up and her
pussy grow prickly and wet.  The idea was wildly sick and
exciting, and she could see that Karen had the same
reaction, had had it many times while contemplating this..
My fist?  Oh god.

     "I have sad news for you, dear," she said sweetly.  "My
hand won't fit inside that tight little pretty black pussy
of yours that I love so much."

     Karen took Laura's wrist and held it up.  "Put your
fingers together like this," she said, making a wedge with
hers.

     Laura did it.

     Karen smiled infectiously.  "Girl, I've had cocks in me
that were thicker than your hand," she said.

     "You're kidding."

     Karen shook her head.  Laura looked at her hand and
realized that when Rob and Eric had both pushed their pricks
into her pussy at the same time, she had had the equivalent
of her hand inside herself.  On the other hand, it had hurt
like hell.  She hadn't come, and she had been sore for days.

     Now Karen pulled her down on the sheet and kissed her
tenderly.  Her eyes were deep and smoking with sex, and her
tongue aroused Laura quickly.

     "You know I wouldn't let anybody do it but you," she
whispered.   "You can fuck me, you can do anything to me.
You can tie me up and clamp my nipples and eat my pussy and
then fist fuck me until I beg you to stop."

     "You're making me very hot," Laura said.

     "You want to do it."

     "Yes."

     "Will you do it?"

     Laura paused, but she knew she couldn't refuse.  She
nodded.

     Without speaking, Karen went into action.  She pulled a
coiled length of white nylon rope from under the bed.  She
got out a small jar of K-Y jelly from the bedstand drawer.
Then she went to the closet and brought back her little
black goody bag, the mere sight of which was enough to get
Laura's blood sizzling.

     Laura said nothing either.  They had gone through this
together so many times that each one wanted to savor the
sexual excitement, which was so intense that they both were
trembling slightly.  Laura uncoiled the rope and began to
loop it around Karen's magnificent, jutting breasts,
tightening the coils just enough to make each breast bulge,
and the large black nipples swell and gleam, but not enough
to cut off the sensation.

     "Do we need to do your hands?" she asked softly.

     "I think you should.  What if I scratch you?"

     Laura thought of Trina and Randi, who would notice
scratches.

     "You can use these instead," Karen said, taking two
pairs of handcuffs from the bag.  "The keys are in the
drawer."

     "Do you let your cop handcuff you?" Laura asked, her
jealousy aroused as she handcuffed Karen's wrists to the
right and left bedposts.

     "A few times," Karen grinned.  "He's hung like a horse.
I'll tell you, girl, only you have fucked me harder than
that man."

     "I'm very jealous," Laura said evenly.

     "You don't need to be.  I never let him do this."

     "Fist you?"

     Karen nodded, excited again, as Laura was, by the mere
words.  "Or tie up my breasts and---"

     Laura help up the nipple clamps, which she had taken
from the bag.  "Use these on them?"

     Karen nodded again.  She watched every move Laura now
made keenly.  Laura could never apply the clamps to Karen's
large beautiful nipples without making love to them first,
and she proceeded to do it.  They were bulging and shiny
because of the tight rope coils, and she licked them and
sucked them tenderly at first, then more aggressively,
bringing soft mewls of excitement from Karen's throat.  When
they were wet and erect, she brought the clamps up and
quickly pinched each nipple in one, making Karen's eyes
water.

     "Oh . . . shit," Karen swore softly, looking down at
the clamps and the gold chain that ran between them.

     They loved to tease and torment each other, and got a
great sexual charge out of it.  Laura took the chain in her
hand, wrapping it around her knuckles, and smiled at Karen.

     "I'm very jealous of you and your cop," she said again.

     She began to tug on the chain.  The clamps on Karen's
nipples were very tight.  Laura knew, having had her own
nipples clamped by them.  Karen's nipples were already in
pain.  But when Laura tugged the chain, the pain grew sharp.

     "Ouuchhh!  Oh shit!" Karen cried out, biting her lower
lip.

     A few tears slipped out and rolled down her cheeks.
She watched as Laura opened the jar of lubricating jelly.
Laura spread it on her fingers very slowly, very sensually.

     "My whole hand in your pussy," she said softly, making
a fist for Karen to see it, a greasy, knuckly fist.  "Do you
think you'll come?"

     "I think I'll die of coming," Karen said, her voice
clotted with lust now.

     "It's kind of rough, don't you think," Laura batted her
eyelashes.  "I mean, so brutal.  It's like getting punched
inside."

     "You love me," Karen said.  "You only hurt me because I
ask you to."

     With her ungreased hand, Laura pulled the chain.  The
clamps pulled on Karen's nipples, elongating them
unnaturally.

     "Owwncchh!" she cried out.  "God . . . did you have to
do that?"

     "I love you, remember," Laura smiled.  "Now spread your
thighs, you little masochist.  I'm going to shove my whole
arm up your cunt."

     "Oh god . . ." Karen whimpered, as Laura settled
between her thighs and brought her greased hand down between
them.

     Karen was already so wet that her cuntlips were shiny
with juice, and her public hair glistened with droplets.
The glistening pink insides of her delicious pussy were
swollen and exposed, inviting, succulent, vulnerable.

     "God, you're so wet," Laura said.  "I don't think I
needed this lubricant."

     Karen's dark eyes were glazed, and she panted
uncontrollably.  Laura, unwilling to go for the hard stuff
without satisfying her usual desire, pressed her mouth to
Karen's wet pussy and began to make passionate love to it,
slipping her tongue deep up inside, tasting the warm tangy
fluids, teasing Karen's clit as she withdrew it.  Karen
shuddered, whimpering almost hysterically.

     "Oh god . . . Laura, I'll come!  You'll make me come
like that!"

     "That's what we want, isn't it," Laura teased.

     "Do it to me, you cunt!" Karen swore at her,
desperately.  "Please!"

     Still tonguing Karen's pussy, Laura slid two fingers
into it, fucking Karen gently with them, afraid too that
Karen would come before the full excitement of what they
were doing could be reached.  Now she pulled her mouth back
and began slowly to try to get her whole hand into Karen's
pussy.

     She got three fingers into it, then a fourth bunched
together with the others.   Karen was groaning softly each
time the fingers pushed into her wet pussy, but both of them
knew this was a far cry from what was coming.  Finally,
putting her thumb in the hollow created by the other four
fingers, Laura got all of them into a wedge and pushed it
into Karen's pussy.  Her hand stopped just at the ridge of
knuckles at the tops of her fingers.

     But even so, Karen was wildly excited.  "Oh god . . .
ohnnngg shit!" she panted.  "Yes yes . . . do it!  Get your
whole hand in me, fuck me, Laura!  Please!"

     Not knowing what else to do, Laura rotated her hand
back and forth, hoping to stretch the opening enough for her
hand to slip into Karen's juicy cunt.  This motion drove
Karen crazy with excitement.  Her body shook, and soft, half-
mad whimperings came from her chest.  Laura knew that she
would come very soon, whether or not she got her hand
inside.

     As well as rotating it, she began to push it harder.
Suddenly, Karen's pussy stretched open, and Laura's whole
hand slid into it.

     "Awwonngg!" Karen groaned, looking down her body at
Laura's wrist protruding from her pussy.  "Oh shit!  Ungghh!
Oh god, yes!  Now make a fist . . . and fuck me.  Hard!
Laura, hard!"

     Laura could hardly believe it, except that she could
see it and feel it.  Her whole hand was inside Karen's
tight, wet pussy.  It felt good, and one glance at Karen's
face, torn with exquisite rapture and sexual excitement, was
enough to tell her that Karen was getting a fantastic charge
out of it too.  There was a sense of intimacy about it that
she had not expected.  This must be like what a man feels,
she realized.  I feel like my body is somehow really united
with hers.  Somehow it felt much deeper and more intense
than merely having her tongue or her finger inside Karen's
pussy.

     Slowly she contracted her fingers into a fist, watching
Karen's face.  Karen looked like she was nearly going to
faint in ecstacy.

     "Oh god!" Karen gasped.

     "Does it hurt?"

     "God no!  Oh god . . . I'm going to come!  If you even
move your hand, I'm going to come!"

     Laura knew it was true.  Karen was so wildly aroused
that she was almost coming already.  Slowly, she moved her
fist back and forth.  Karen's cunt was so tight that she
could barely move it.

     "Gosh, honey," she whispered to Karen, "your pussy is
so tight.  I'll bet the guys love the feel of this around
their cocks."

     "Ohhnnnn . . . ohhnnnn!" Karen was moaning and twisting
wildly under Laura.
     Knowing she was about to come, Laura grabbed the chain
that linked the nipple clamps with her free hand.  Karen's
eyes flashed with terror.  She knew the moment was at hand.
Laura realized they should have gagged her, but now that her
hand was buried in Karen's pussy, it was too late.

     "God . . . fuck me, fuck me," Karen groaned, tossing
her head.  "Do it hard!"

     "Oh baby, yes!" Laura murmured.

     Holding nothing back, she plunged her fist into Karen's
cunt and yanked the chain hard at the same time.  She fucked
Karen with her fist and twisted the chain brutally, and
Karen nearly exploded with coming immediately.

     "AUNNGGHIIIEEE!" she cried out, groaning loudly as a
fierce, shattering orgasm wrenched her writhing body.
"Onnngghhh!  Awwwonnnnggg!  Ungghh!  Oh god . . . ohhhh!
Auungghhiiiieeee!"

     The first orgasm seemed to wane, then another followed
it, robbing her of breath.  Laura did not stop fucking her.
She yanked the chain, watching Karen's nipples stretch, and
drove her hand deep into Karen's pussy again and again,
feeling Karen's whole body quake in shockwaves of
excruciating ecstacy.

     In all the fierce, violent sex they had shared, Laura
had never seen her come like this.  Somehow Laura's fist
inside her pussy drove her into convulsions of horrific
climaxes,  wrenching her body so thoroughly that Laura was
afraid to continue.  Slowly she eased her hand out of the
tight, convulsing channel of Karen's plundered pussy, then
gently unfastened the nipple clamps as Karen's shuddering
body finally lapsed into a final, apparently sublime state
of total bliss.

     Laura lay next to her as she slowly surfaced from a
maelstrom of sexual rapture.  "I guess it was pretty good,
eh?" she whispered, kissing Karen's smooth cheek.

     Karen blinked, as if awakening from an unbelievable
dream.  "Are you going to unfasten the cuffs, or are you
planning to do me again?" she asked, half-sarcastically.

     Laura smiled and rubbed the entire length of her naked
body against Karen's.  "Depends on whether you want me to,"
she purred.

     "I don't know whether I could survive another one,"
Karen confessed.  "Why don't you let me do you?"

     Laura found the key and unlocked the handcuffs.  She
had known this would come up, and she didn't know how to
respond.  Did she really want Karen to fist fuck her?  Did
she want anybody to?

     "Doesn't it . . . hurt?" she asked timidly.  She
remembered Rob and Eric both fucking her pussy at the same
time.

     Karen kissed her, a long, lingering, very sexy kiss.
"Since when have you ever shied away from a little pain from
me, especially when you know what's at the end of it?" she
breathed into Laura's ear.

     Laura could not suppress an excited shiver that ran the
length of her body.  As usual when it came to their shared
perversions, she feared it and wanted it desperately at the
same time.  She knew she couldn't refuse.  She also knew,
from past experience, that she couldn't ask Karen to be
gentle with her.  Karen was a maniacal rapist when she got
deep into fucking Laura, and that was a big part of what
drew Laura back to her again and again.

     "Well?" Karen coaxed her, sliding one hand down between
Laura's thighs, forming a suggestive wedge with her fingers.
"You saw how I nearly died of coming," she whispered.  She
shivered sharply.  "God, it makes me shiver again just
remembering it.  I want you to do it to me again, before you
leave.  Promise?"

     "I . . . promise."

     "Your turn," Karen smiled, drawing one of Laura's
wrists toward the bedpost, then snapping the handcuffs to it
and the bed.

     A icy dagger of fear shot through Laura.  Oh god, it's
going to happen! she realized.  I won't be able to stop it.

     "Please don't hurt me," she said softly to Karen.

     "Hurt you?  I'm going to fuck you, girl."

     Laura began to tremble.  But she didn't try to stop
Karen from locking her other wrist to the opposite bedpost.
Karen began to caress and kiss and suck Laura's breasts,
teasing Laura's nipples with her tongue and teeth, arousing
Laura wildly.  She was already aroused from fucking Karen
with her fist, and Karen's mouth on her breasts had her
moaning and panting in a minute.

     "Ownnnggg!" she groaned as Karen's teeth sank, lightly,
into her wet, erect nipple.  "Oh shit!"

     "Are you ready for the clamps?" Karen smiled.  "Are you
dying to have them pinched hard?"

     "God . . . no," Laura shook her head.  "Not the clamps,
this time."

     "Are you sure?  They'll make you come even harder."

     She rolled Laura's stiff nipples in between her fingers
and thumbs, giving Laura a hint, pinching Laura's nipples,
watching Laura wince.

     "Unghh!" Laura gasped, wildly excited.  "All right . .
. go ahead," she panted, unable to stop herself.

     But the moment she felt the first clamp close over her
left nipple, she regretted it.  Her nipple screamed in pain,
and she tried not to cry out herself.

     "Oh god!  God . . . they're so tight!" she whimpered.
"Owwnnchh!" she gasped as the second one pinched her other
nipple.

     "You're almost going to come already, aren't you,"
Karen smiled, leaning forward and brushing Laura's face with
her beautiful naked breasts, letting her large soft black
nipples slide against Laura's lips.

     "Yes!" Laura gasped.  "Yes . . . I am!"

     "Fist fucking me made you hornier than ever, didn't
it."

     "Oh god, yes!  Please, Karen!"

     "I think we ought to gag you," Karen whispered.  "I
screamed more than I thought I would.  The neighbors might
get curious."

     Laura nodded, her eyes brimming with tears as the
nipple clamps pinched her nipples terribly.  Quickly Karen
had the ball gag out of her goody bag.  She fastened it into
place.  Laura was literally filled with terror, as even the
threat of the thin, excruciatingly painful whip in the past
had never made her.

     She watched as Karen admired and carefully caressed her
puckering, glistening pink pussy.  Karen was being very
careful, not wanting Laura to come before the coup de grace.
But Laura almost spilled over at the familiar feel of
Karen's clever tongue toying with her cuntlips.

     "Mnnngg!  Ummgg!" she gasped hysterically, her hips
churning frantically as she yearned for release.

     The movement also jiggled the nipple clamps, making her
breasts flare with hot pain.  Again the tears came to her
eyes. Through the hot prisms of her tears she could see
Karen forming her fingers into a wedge, as Laura herself had
done earlier.

     Oh god, she's going to stick her whole hand into me!
Laura thought in terror.   But as soon as Karen's fingers
began to slide between her cuntlips, Laura had to surrender
totally to the experience.  There was no choice.  Karen had
all five fingers bunched together inside the entrance of
Laura's pussy, and since she knew how close Laura was, she
didn't waste any time.

     "Ungghh!" Laura groaned as she felt Karen pushing
harder, then felt Karen's whole hand slide inside her.

     If she had doubted it before, she now knew that this
was going to be one of the most overwhelming sexual
experiences of her life.  The sensations were wholly
different from having Rob's and Eric's huge cocks inside her
pussy at the same time.  There was the same feeling of
intimacy she had felt earlier with her own fist buried
inside Karen's pussy, but this time she felt like she was
literally going to explode at any second.

     And Karen knew Laura was close, so she was holding back
nothing.  She began to fuck Laura hard with her fist almost
immediately, plunging her hand in deep, sinking it past the
wrist into Laura's plundered cunt, thrusting, withdrawing,
thrusting again, deep, deeper, until in just a few seconds
Laura felt her body suddenly grow paralyzed in anticipation
of a shocking explosion.  Even the fierce pain of the nipple
clamps shaking and sending hot daggers through her
imprisoned breasts couldn't distract her from the bomb that
was beginning to go off inside her pussy.

     "Mmnngguunngghh!" she groaned into the gag, feeling a
huge orgasmic wave of scarcely believable ecstacy swallow
her.

     Karen, knowing Laura was coming now, kept fist-fucking
her sadistically, plunging her hand deep into Laura's pussy,
and now grabbing the chain between the nipple clamps too,
yanking it so that Laura's tortured nipples flared with
unbearable pain.  And Laura came again, even harder, her
body flayed and wrenched and destroyed by scalding, killing
orgasms.  She had three in a row, then collapsed, so
exhausted that Karen slid her hand back out of Laura's
pussy, and began to untie her.

     Laura was barely even conscious for several minutes,
then began to revive like someone just saved from drowning.
Through blurred eyes, she looked down to see the nipple
clamps removed from her nipples, even though they still
flamed with pain.  Karen was kissing them, then kissing
Laura's cheek, her lips.

     "Oh god . . . oh god," Laura gasped, almost inaudibly,
still in shock.

     "You really came pretty hard, hon'," Karen whispered,
adding to Laura's shock, since that was Trina's favorite
endearment for her.

     At the same instant, she was filled with revulsion for
what she had done, and what Trina would have thought of it
had she known, and at the same time with incredible
fascination for this overwhelming sexual experience she and
Karen had shared.  Even though Karen's hand was caressing
her cheek, she still felt like she could feel it buried in
her pussy, ramming her, raping her, making her die of
violent coming.

     She took Karen's hand in both of hers and kissed it.
"I still feel like it's inside of me," she whispered, gazing
deep into Karen's eyes.

     "I know," Karen whispered back.  "I can still feel
yours inside of me.  It's a wild experience, isn't it."

     Laura nodded slowly.  She had never felt for Karen the
deep, throbbing, aching, tormenting love she felt for Trina,
or Jonelle.  But she and Karen had a wholly different
affection and deep sexual linkage that could never be denied
by either of them.  Maybe it's because we were each other's
first, Laura thought.  Just looking into each other's eyes
makes us want to fuck.

     "I want to fuck you again," she whispered to Karen.
"Like that.  I want you to fuck me too, at the same time."

     "Fist fuck each other at the same time?" Karen smiled.
"They may have to send the ambulance."

     "Do you think we can do it?" Laura asked, curious about
what physical position they could adopt.

     "We can sure try, darling," Karen winked.  "Just scoot
over here like this."

     They moved together as they were used to doing for
pussy-to-pussy fucking, but instead they dropped their hands
to each other's groin.  The intimacy was overwhelming.
Laura could feel the hot blood thundering behind her ears as
they kissed, and their naked breasts brushed, their nipples
sliding together, each girl gasping as the other's fingers
in a wedge slid into her pussy.

     Laura's tongue tangled with Karen's as they panted and
bent further as their hands slid in deeper.  It was not the
same as the first time since their seated, face to face
position didn't allow them to get their hands inside each
other past the wrist, so they couldn't plunge it deep.  But
being face to face, kissing and rubbing their naked breasts
together, somehow made it almost more exciting.

     Laura got her whole hand into Karen's pussy fairly
quickly, and she nearly fainted as she felt Karen's slide up
into her own.  Both of them went wild with passion,
whimpering hysterically and fucking it each other
frantically with their hands while kissing in searing, crazy
urgency.  The bed began to rock under them, and squeak
audibly.

     "Oh shit . . . we've got to stop, we'll break my bed,"
Karen panted.  "We've got to move to the floor."

     "Too late!" Laura panted.  "I . . . I'm going to come
already!"

     "Oh god, me too!  Unghhh!  Oh god, baby, fuck me hard.
Bite my nipples.  Here . . . bite my nipple, bite me hard!
Oh please . . . Laura please!"

     With her free hand Karen cupped one of her luscious
full breasts and held the gleaming, swollen black nipple up
to Laura's mouth.  Laura dove on it, devoured it, sinking
her teeth into the soft, pulpy areola, and both of them
exploded in a nuclear orgasm at nearly the same instant.  It
wrenched both of them so hard that their hands came free and
they fell together on the bed, embracing and shuddering and
moaning until the last waning spasms died away.

     They were physically entangled, kissing passionately,
more intertwined and coiled together than they had perhaps
ever been since the beginnings of their relationship long
ago.  Instead of one doing something to the other, they were
united in a deep intimacy, and each knew it was because she
had sunk her whole hand into the other's body and caused a
searing, heart-stopping ecstacy.  They giggled to release
the intensity of the moment.

     "What's come over us?" Laura laughed softly.

     Karen was giggling too, and her cheeks were slick with
tears.  "I guess that fisting will do it to you every time,"
she said.

     Laura kissed her.  "No kidding.  I don't think you and
I have loved each other this much since the beginning."

     "I was just thinking the same thing.  Do you think
you'll ever be able to look at my pussy again without
wanting to shove your fist into it?"

     "Mmmmm, we can find out," Laura murmured, turning to
the sixty-nine position.

     And now they had their customary final fuck, a tender,
slow, infinitely painstaking period of caresses that ended
in fierce, exultant orgasms for both.  Exhausted, fulfilled,
and for once not destroyed physically by their sexual
encounter, they finally parted with a deep, soulful kiss
just inside Karen's apartment door, feeling closer than they
ever had before.