Chapter 139



     Laura kept trying not to think about Trina, and the
lovely evening of fucking with Randi certainly helped.  The
bondage had been intense but uncomplicated, not too fierce
or ingeniously sick, as it too often became with Karen.
Laura looked forward to more.  She felt that she and Randi
might continue doing this without ever getting into the
murky depths of sadism that she and Karen had explored.
     
     Then one evening Trina phoned her.  Laura's heart
skipped.  She couldn't help it.  Trina was a delicious
fucking partner, but she was also much more, as well as
Rina's twin.  There was no way Laura could ever be
indifferent to her, and just her call made Laura realize how
much pain was still there.
     
     "I miss you," Trina said plaintively.
     
     "'Miss' isn't even the word for it," Laura said, trying
not to sound bitter.
     
     She wanted to say: What's the matter, doesn't he fuck
you well enough?  Do you miss having me fuck you?  He can't
make you come the way I did, can he.
     
     "Let's not be mean, hon'," Trina said gently.
     
     "Have you set the date for the wedding yet?" Laura
asked bitingly.
     
     "There you go again.  Don't you miss me?"
     
     Tears were already streaming down Laura's face.  It was
dusk, and she was alone in her apartment.  Yesterday at this
moment she had been energetically fucking with Randi, right
there, but now she was alone, and she loved Trina
desperately.
     
     "I . . . miss you," Laura said, trying to conceal her
sobs.
     
     "Maybe I could come over.  I could find someone to keep
Shawna."
     
     "It'll only make it hurt more," Laura whispered to her.
     
     "I know."
     
     There was a long pause.  Each was yearning wildly for
the other.  Trina broke the silence.
     
     "I . . . was lying on my sofa, last night.  Shawna was
asleep.  It was that time when we used to . . . you know.
And I was thinking about you . . . and I came.  Just like
that.  I guess I just wanted you to know."
     
     "Too bad I wasn't there," Laura said, although she knew
that at that very moment she was probably coming wildly
herself as Randi yanked the rope and bit her swollen
nipples.
     
     "Let me come over."
     
     "No," Laura said.  "It hurts too bad."
     
     "Are you sure?"
     
     "It would kill me to see you, Trina.  Making love to
you would kill me too."
     
     "All right, then.  You don't mind if I call you in a
few days?  Maybe you'll change your mind."
     
     "Maybe."
     
     "Love you, hon'."
     
     "Yes."
     
     Laura hung up.  She was very troubled, both
devastatingly sad but horny at the same time.  Trina was a
paragon of beauty to her, and the thought of holding her
naked body was agonizing.  The thought of Trina's man
jamming his cock into her and making her die of bliss was
equally upsetting.  She realized she was wet.  Just talking
to her on the phone does that to me.  How can I live without
her?  Maybe I should have let her come over.
     
     But a few minutes later, the downstairs buzzer rang.
Laura went to the speaker.
     
     "Who is it?"
     
     "Laura, it's Bernice.  Remember me?"  Then she
whispered into the mike: "I need some loving."
     
     Laura almost broke a fingernail in her haste to press
the Open button.  She met Bernice at the door and let her
in.  Bernice was not an intrinsically beautiful woman,
physically, like Trina, or Shavon, or even her best friend
Cecilia, who was totally gorgeous.  But she was very
attractive, and had a new hair style that made her look even
prettier.  And then, of course, there was her figure, which
could stop traffic, Laura was sure.
     
     She wore a mint-colored blouse that dipped dangerously
low to reveal the deep cleavage between her very large
breasts.  Laura couldn't take her eyes off the tops of
Bernice's breasts.  She had seen them naked, she had sucked
and squeezed them and brought Bernice to an orgasm simply by
making love to her fantastic breasts, and she knew what was
in store.
     
     "I don't see how you can walk down the street dressed
like that without getting raped," Laura said to her.  "You
look . . . stunning.  There's no other word for it."
     
     "Oh, you just like my boobs," Bernice scoffed.  "You as
bad as a man.  You can't take your eyes off them."
     
     "I know.  Come here and sit down.  Could I get you a
drink?"
     
     "That would be wonderful," Bernice smiled, twinkling
with mischief as they both postponed the inevitable,
skirting around it, teasing one another.  "Martini."
     
     "I only have vodka tonic."
     
     "Vodka tonic will be terrific.  You looking good enough
to eat yourself, Laura."
     
     "Why thank you," Laura smiled, giving Bernice a long
look at her shockingly beautiful legs as she went to the
kitchen to make them both a drink.
     
     She brought the drinks back and sat down beside Bernice
on the sofa.  She could feel the wetness between her thighs
already and wondered if Bernice were feeling the same.
Bernice, eyes twinkling, clinked Laura's glass with hers.
     
     "I got a toast," she grinned.  "Here's to love."
     
     "Love," Laura smiled.  "Absolutely.  Deep love.
Abiding love."
     
     "And hot love," Bernice joked.
     
     "Oh, and hot, definitely," Laura laughed, nearly
choking on her own drink.
     
     "Tell me, did you end up sticking your tongue in that
poor little thing's sugar doughnut?  The one who was calling
on your machine last time I was here?"
     
     "Bernice, you're making me blush."
     
     "Shouldn't.  I don't care if you stuck your tongue in
her little coozy.  Sounded like she wanted you to, if you
ask me.  Is she black?"
     
     Laura nodded uncomfortably.  Bernice was referring to
Randi.  I tied her up and fucked her silly only the other
night, she thought.  Right there in the bedroom where I'm
going to fuck you in a few minutes, Bernice, you lovely
artless creature.
     
     But Laura was always uncomfortable when it was made to
seem that she only cared to get black women into bed, even
though it was true.  Would Bernice think less of her for it?
Would she think Laura was a closet racist or something, who
got sexually aroused by black skin?  Oh god, Laura thought,
I think it is true!  What does that make me?
     
     But Bernice was untroubled by it.  "What's her name?"
she said directly.
     
     "None of your business."  Laura smiled.  This was an
enjoyable cat-and-mouse.  "What about you?  Having you been
letting guys shoot their cum all over your boobs again?
     
     Bernice grinned broadly.  "Actually, only one.  I went
out with a white guy.  First one I ever went out with.  I
always thought they had these little dicks, but he had a big
one.  Just as big as any brother's I ever saw."
     
     Laura was so aroused she could barely sit still.  Her
eyes drifted down again to Bernice's spectacular cleavage.
She reached over and slipped one forefinger into the crease
between Bernice's incredible hard breasts.
     
     "And you let him put it right here?" she half-teased,
wanting desperately to put her lips there.
     
     "Actually it was kind of a accident.  I didn't mean for
it to happen, but I was playing with his big hard cock
between my titties, you know, before we did anything.  Just
letting him feel it there.  And suddenly he groans and his
cock starts twitching and spurting like crazy.  And I rubbed
my nipples all over the spurting head of it, getting his cum
all over them, which I told you really sort of turns me on,
you know?  God, it was really exciting."
     
     "I'll bet," Laura said, feeling her own breath quicken,
and her pulse race.
     
     "Then I licked it off and sucked my own nipples, which
made me hotter than ever, you might guess."
     
     "I should say so."
     
     "Well, it made him pretty horny too, although he had
just spurted and couldn't make it stand up again for a few
minutes.  But my little black pussy was still as clean as a
whistle, so he went down on me and lord have mercy I was
coming like crazy in about fifteen seconds.  After that we
waited a while, then fucked the normal way, you know.
Twice, in fact.  He was pretty good.  I think we're going
out again this weekend.  We hit it off pretty good."
     
     "Certainly sounds like you did.  You're really making
me hot, just describing it."
     
     Bernice smiled slyly.  "Are you hot, Laura?  Are you
hot for me?"
     
     "Come into the bedroom and let me show you."
     
     "I thought you'd never ask."
     
     But before Laura could even stand up, Bernice began
unbuttoning her blouse.  She knew she was a walking
masterpiece, and thoroughly enjoyed the way people,
obviously men or women, were captivated by her magnificent
breasts.  She quickly slipped the blouse off her shoulders,
and sat there in her lacy, champagne-colored bra, the fabric
diaphanous enough for Laura to see the huge dark circles of
her nipples underneath.
     
     "You want to take it off for me, don't you, Laura," she
murmured, her voice smoky, her eyelids heavy, her whole face
intoxicated with sexuality that said fuck me, fuck me.
     
     "Yes," Laura murmured, her hands shaking slightly as
Bernice turned around to present the bra clasp.
     
     Why am I acting this way? she wondered.  I've seen her
breasts before, kissed them, squeezed them, sucked them.
Why should my hands be trembling?
     
     She got the clasp free, and the bra collapsed, sliding
off Bernice's dark, gleaming shoulders.  Laura did not wait
for her to turn back around.  She kissed the nape of
Bernice's neck and slipped her hands under the girl's arms,
grasping the huge, hard gourds of her spectacular breasts
and squeezing them, then pinching Bernice's gigantic jet-
black areolas with her thumbs and forefingers.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhhh!  Oh Laura . . . gosh, you movin' quick,
girl!" Bernice gasped.
     
     Laura kissed her neck, her shoulders, hungrily.  "I
want you.  I want you very much, Bernice."
     
     Her mouth caught Bernice's as Bernice looked over her
shoulder, and they kissed heatedly.  "Take me in that
bedroom," Bernice panted.  "Take me in there and do me hard.
No man can do me like you do, Laura."
     
     Laura turned her around and pushed her down into the
sofa cushions, unable to wait the few seconds it would take
to go into the bedroom.  "I can't come all over them," she
whispered, holding the magnificent, swelling black gourds in
her hands and running her tongue greedily all over Bernice's
gigantic nipples.
     
     "No, but you can make me come just by sucking `em," she
panted.  "Nobody ever did that to me but you.  God . . . I'm
ready to come right now!"
     
     "Don't come yet, honey," Laura panted.  "Let me get you
naked.  I want all of you, all of your delicious body."
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh yes," Bernice gasped, helping Laura
remove her clothes.
     
     Laura slipped out of her own clothes easily and
quickly, and they embraced, totally naked now, hot and
hungry for each other, kissing passionately, their naked
breasts mashing together.  While they kissed, Laura's
fingers pinched and twisted Bernice's huge, now-erect
nipples again, driving the girl increasingly delirious with
need.  She grabbed Laura's head and forced it down her body
to her breasts.
     
     "Suck me hard . . . suck me hard," she panted.  "Please
. . . Laura.  I'm gon' come.  Quick . . . please!"
     
     Bernice was a quick comer, Laura knew, and Laura was
barely in time.  It seemed as if Bernice might come just
from the overall excitement of it.  She was panting and
twisting wildly under Laura, whimpering, moaning, holding
her breasts for Laura, who grabbed and squeezed the hard,
beautiful, elongated gourds of flesh and sucked one of
Bernice's huge nipples deep into her mouth.
     
     She sucked and slurped and bit it, and did the same in
a passionate frenzy to Bernice's other nipple too, her mouth
chasing back and forth between the large, shiny, wet
beauties.  And Bernice began to come almost immediately,
throwing her head back into the cushions and groaning
ecstatically as the spasms wrenched her body.
     
     "Auuggnnhh!  Oh!  Oh god . . . ohnnggg!  Ungghh!  Oh
Laura yes auungghhh!" she moaned, twisting and shuddering in
a fierce climax.
     
     All this had happened, as it had last time, without
either of them touching her pussy.  But it was all creamy
and buttery now, and Laura slid down to enjoy it, tonguing
and sucking Bernice's wet open cleft and tongue-stabbing her
clit until Bernice was shaken by a second orgasm, right
after the first one.
     
     This time she came less violently.  Instead, her body
undulated in waves of bliss, and she swooned in deep
rapture, only coming out of it after about a minute,
blinking and smiling at Laura.
     
     "My gosh, girl, you really know how to make my body
explode," she said.  "I wish I could get you to teach
several dudes I know how to do it that way."
     
     "Then you wouldn't need me any more," Laura pouted,
smiling.
     
     "I would.  Yes I would.  `Cause I wouldn't get to do
this, otherwise," Bernice said.
     
     Now she sat up and pushed Laura onto her back.  Laura
was willing because she remembered the phenomenal orgasms
she had had by sucking one of Bernice's incredible breasts
while Bernice's fingers were swirling wildly over her clit
at the same time.  She was already overheated and knew she
would come very quickly and sharply.
     
     Bernice hovered over her, knowing the pleasure Laura
got from the huge, hard, beautiful black breasts dangling
and sweeping across her body, feeling Bernice's nipples
brush her own.  Bernice kissed her neck, her shoulder, then
her breasts, one by one, focusing finally on one of Laura's
throbbing nipples and tormenting it with her lips.  She was
not a shy or tentative lover, and she sucked it
aggressively, then Laura's other nipple, squeezing Laura's
breasts as Laura had squeezed hers and devouring Laura's
nipples hungrily.
     
     "Oh god . . . eat my pussy, eat my pussy, Bernice, oh
please, I'm going to come, any second oh oh!" Laura panted,
quickly losing control.
     
     "Honey, you got such a sweet little wet pink pussy,"
Bernice murmured, sliding lower down Laura's twisting body.
"I've had a few dreams about your beautiful pussy, Laura,
and I couldn't wait to get back here to taste it again."
     
     Laura really lost it as Bernice's mouth found her pussy
and began love-assaulting it passionately.  She desperately
wanted to suck one of  Bernice's huge nipples when she came,
remembering the last time, but she was too close.  Bernice's
tongue lashing her throbbing clit was enough to send her
over, and she came exultantly, gagging and groaning on a
beautiful, mushrooming orgasm.
     
     "Ungghhh!  Oh yes oh yes!  Ohhnnngg . . . Bern . . . oh
god yes!  Ungghhhh!" she groaned, writhing and pushing her
flooding cunt up into Bernice's mouth.
     
     In the middle of her orgasm she realized that Bernice
had moved up, dangling her large breasts in Laura's face
while her hand continued to fingerfuck Laura's pussy and
scissor Laura's clit roughly.  Quickly, Laura scooped up one
firm dangling gourd in her hand and fed Bernice's huge deep-
black nipple into her mouth, sucking it so sharply that
Bernice cried out in surprise.
     
     "Unhhh!  Oh!  Laura!"
     
     But her hand really raped Laura's throbbing pussy now,
bringing Laura from one orgasm to the next.  She sucked
Bernice's incredible breast and came unbelievably, whinnying
uncontrollably and pumping spastically with her hips as the
jolting spasms shook her flesh.  As the last jolt hit her,
and the spasms died away, she fell back to the bed, panting,
whimpering in the aftermath of shock, wondering when an
orgasm had last driven her to such delirious heights.
     
     Bernice's eyes were swirling too, and she was again
fiercely aroused by having fucked Laura so heatedly.
"Laura, you really came hard," she said, again rubbing her
fantastic breasts in Laura's face, moaning with pleasure as
Laura again grabbed them and began to suck and bite
Bernice's nipples passionately.
     
     They had quickly fallen into the unbroken circle Laura
had experienced so many times before, where making the other
girl come so excited the first one that she soon came
herself, which then aroused her partner again, who demanded
more.  In this way, she and Bernice managed to fuck one
another into exhaustion without ever leaving Laura's sofa
for the bedroom.
     
     By midnight they could barely lift a finger.  Bernice
reluctantly put on her clothes.
     
     "I can tell you, girl, that no man ever fucked me half
as hard as you do," she grinned at Laura, who was putting on
her robe at the same time.
     
     Laura kissed her cheek.  "You bring out the best in
me," she murmured.
     
     "Girl, I never had fourteen orgasms in my life!"
Bernice said, wide-eyed.  "Not even before with you!  I
don't think I'll be able to come again for three weeks."
     
     "Mmmm, you will if you drop by here," Laura teased.
     
     "You know that song about makin' a dead man come?
Well, I'll bet you could do it."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "Not a man.  But a beautiful
woman like you, yes."
     
     "Girl, you are a trip.  I'm so glad Cecilia introduced
us."
     
     "She'd be jealous right now," Laura said, putting her
hand on one of Bernice's huge hard breasts and giving it a
squeeze through her clothing.  "Come back soon?"
     
     Bernice smiled and nodded.  "Soon as I'm able to walk
again."