Chapter 144

     Alison had social obligations to claim her attention
the following night, though she woke Laura with a phone call
after midnight to demand that Laura drive over to the Ritz
immediately and spend the rest of the night in her bed.  And
Laura, though sodden with sleep, actually packed a small bag
and went.  They had three incendiary hours of exuberant sex.
     Alison was a glutton, and her marvelous body had plenty
of stamina.
    "You must wear your boy friends out," Laura told her.
     "I do," she smiled.  "Your the only sex maniac I've
ever met besides me."

     "But I need to sleep.  I don't get paid just for having
a great body and a gorgeous face, like you do."

     She managed to tear herself away, and slept for two
hours before work beckoned.  She dragged through the day and
was slouching out the door at five, barely able to keep her
eyes open and hoping she could drive home without an
accident, when she saw Randi waiting for her about fifty
yards off.

     As usual, Randi was stunning.  Men must kill each other
just to get close enough to smell her perfume, Laura
thought.  As usual, she was wearing a short dress to show
off her legs.  But she also wore a scoop neckline, and
delicious cleavage was quite visible.  Randi had flawless
skin, as well as an enchanting face.  And yet, even though
she was dressed alluringly, she was not at all outside the
bounds of good taste.

     "I declare, girl," Laura said when she reached her.  "I
can't see why five guys don't fall on you and rape you on
the way to the car."

    Randi batted her long eyelashes.  "Does that mean you
think I'm attractive?" she asked coyly.

     "I could eat you alive," Laura said softly, adding, If
I weren't so tired, to herself.

     "I think I could be persuaded to give you the chance,"
Randi smiled.  "My boy friend's playing racquet ball until
eight.  Last time you told me you still had a few surprises
in store for me."  She winked.

     They walked together to the parking lot.

    "Do you mean you could fuck for two hours and then go
meet your boy friend as if nothing had happened?" Laura
asked.

     "None of his business, is it?  Anyway, it's clean too.
No icky semen to wipe up, or come dripping back out."

     "Maybe he could smell me on you."

     "Are you kidding, girl?  All he can smell is pussy.
Pussy smells the same to him whether it's black or white.
You're acting like you don't want to play."

     "I'm just tired.  I also think you're the most gorgeous
woman I've ever seen.  I could never refuse you."

     "Good," Randi smiled broadly.  "Meet you at your place
in ten minutes."

     Laura nodded.  Though very fatigued, she realized that
she was very aroused just from looking at Randi, and
bantering with her.  They hadn't been together for a couple
of weeks, and Randi was more heart-stoppingly beautiful than
ever.  Moreover, last time they had indulged in a little
exciting bondage that had made their relationship spicier
than ever.

     Laura could still remember the sight of Randi's
delicious breasts encased in coils of white rope, her
nipples bulging and glossy, her eyes streaked with faint
signs of terror and sexual arousal.  She could remember how
devastating Randi's orgasm was when she, Laura, pulled the
rope up between Randi's cuntlips and through the knot
between Randi's throttled breasts, yanking it and bringing
on a fierce, extremely intense climax.

     Randi remembered it too, Laura could see.  Her dark
eyes were almost glassy, and pulsing with hot sex as Laura
met her at the door to her apartment building.  And she
looked so wonderfully fetching in her abbreviated dress that
Laura wanted to kiss her and stroke her right there, in
front of anybody who wanted to watch.  God, this girl is to
die for, she thought.  And she wants me.  She wants me to
fuck her.  Not anybody else, not even her boy friend.  Me.

Randi whispered to her on their way up in the elevator.
"It's never this exciting with a guy.  I guess it's because
it's . . . wrong.  You know?  Not supposed to do this.  Not
with another girl."

     "I know," Laura smiled.  "I want you badly enough to do
it right here."
      "Your neighbors will think you're a lesbo, girl."
     "They probably already do."
    "You think they're listening?  Trying to hear what it
sounds like when I come?"

     "I'll bet they are."

     "We should give them a good show."

    They reached Laura's apartment.  She shut and bolted
the door behind them.  Randi looked at her watch.

    "We've got two and a half hours.  Think that's enough
to fly to heaven and back?"

     Laura pulled one of the shoulder straps of Randi's
dress down her arm, exposing one bra cup.  Then she pulled
down the bra strap too, and the cup, exposing Randi's
beautiful breast.  She cupped it with one palm, leaning
close and kissing Randi's cheek.

    "We can't tie up this beauty like we did last time,"
she murmured.  "Boy friend will ask about the rope marks."

     Randi let her mouth catch Laura's, and they kissed
heatedly.  Laura squeezed the round naked breast in her
hand.

     "No, but you can suck it," Randi whispered as their
lips came apart.

    "Come with me, darling," Laura whispered, drawing her
toward the bedroom.  "I'm going to suck your pretty long
body dry."

     Between the door and the bedroom, their temperatures
skyrocketed, and before Laura could even close the door, as
was her habit, they fell on one another and almost tore each
other's clothes off.  In seconds they ended up on Laura's
bed, on top of the spread, completely naked and coiling
together, whimpering, moaning softly, and making love to
each other very aggressively.

     "Oh . . . I love doing it with you, Laura!" Randi
panted, running her sinuous black fingers all over Laura's
creamy, smooth body.

     Laura caught Randi's breasts in both hands and sucked
her thick black nipples hard, making Randi writhe and gasp.
Randi was already quivering, and whimpering semihysterically
as Laura swarmed all over her beautiful long body, her face
swept by Randi's long braids, her mouth full of Randi's
breasts, and lips and hair.  She knew Randi was close to
coming, but she was shocked, after her last two exhausting
days with Alison, to feel herself almost ready to burst too,
wildly excited by this heated, uncontrollable fucking with
Randi, by the beauty of the girl, by Randi's long, sinuous
fingers plunging in and out of her cunt, and raking her
swollen clit.

     "Oh god!" she suddenly gasped.  "Ohh . . . Randi . . .
god I'm going to come!" she panted.

    "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Randi whimpered, about to come
too.

     Desperately, they fucked each other rapidly and came
almost instantly, Laura first, gagging softly on a fierce
uprush of coming, then Randi, squealing into Laura's neck as
a sharp orgasm wrenched her churning body.  They held each
other tightly, whinnying and coming and moaning, and then
their arms went slack and they stretched out side by side,
giggling softly at the overwhelming intensity they had just
gone through together.  It was the very best kind of
fucking, Laura thought, this uncontrollable, animalistic
orgy, and it made them feel even closer, having needed each
other so much.

     "Wow, that really took care of me," Laura smiled, after
regaining her breath.

     "Me too.  I never come like that with a man.  Sometimes
I wonder if I ought to try it with another woman.  You know,
just to see if it's as good, or if it's you."

     "You'd better not!" Laura pinched her playfully on her
delicious bottom.  "It's bad enough I have to share you with
your boy friend."

     Randi got a long face.  "As if I didn't have to share
you.  I never know who you're sleeping with.  Probably that
pretty one at work who caught us talking one day.  She was
gorgeous.  But short," she said, making an intentional dig.

     "We can't all have these long, spectacular legs," Laura
said, stroking Randi's, trying to get her away from the
subject of other women.

    It wasn't hard to distract Randi.  She loved to have
her legs admired, caressed, kissed.  And Laura had `flown
her to heaven' several times before, so she knew what she
could expect: stunning, arresting orgasms, and plenty of
them.  She lay back and let Laura have her way with her.

     Laura cleverly kissed Randi's calves and her thighs
until Randi was twisting and quivering involuntarily.  By
then she had reached Randi's cunt, one of the more beautiful
she had known, shaped like a long flower, the lips curved
and fleshier at the top, where they parted to reveal Randi's
small pink clit.  Randi's pussy was very wet again, and
Laura skillfully made love to it until Randi came in a
thrilling gusher, clawing the sheets.  Then she continued,
probing it with her finger, sucking Randi's clit gently,
then harder, until Randi came again.

     In the aftermath, they embraced lazily and kissed,
cooing softly.

     "You said you were going to show me one of your toys,"
Randi whispered.  "I mean, you can't tie up my boobs this
time."

     "I wish I could," Laura said, caressing them.

     "Me too," Randi's eyes flashed.  "But you're right, too
dangerous."

     "Only if you want to keep him," Laura teased.

     "For the time being, I do.  He treats me nice.
Frankly, I like dick too, you know.  It isn't as good as
this, but you know, I think I'd miss it if I didn't have
it."

      Laura nodded.  "I even miss it once in a while."
                              
     "You do?"  Randi was scandalized.

     To change the subject, Laura pinned her on her back and
kissed her, holding her wrists down on either side of her
head.  "Look here, Miss Beautiful Legs and Braids, I've got
just the thing that will blow your mind.  And it's likely to
make that hot little black pussy of yours explode too."

     "Oh god, really?  What is it?"

     Secretively, Laura went to the closet and returned with
the butterfly vibrator.  She couldn't remember with whom she
had last used it.  The orgasms it gave were so shattering
and addicting that she tended to avoid it.  But Randi's
insistence had brought it to mind again.

     "A friend of mind gave me this," she said, as they both
examined the little machine.

     Randi ran a finger down the shaft to one of the
butterflies, tickling it.  "What do you do with it?"

     "Mmmm, let me show you," Laura smiled.

     She maneuvered both of them so that they were facing
one another in the middle of the bed, their legs overlapped,
face to face, the same position they would probably start in
if they were going to fuck pussy-to-pussy.  The difference
was, this time they would sit up and hold on to each other
for dear life.

     "Now," Laura coached, "the butterfly is for the last
few seconds.  If you use it before then, it's all over too
fast."

       "And I want it to last and last," Randi purred.
                              
    "When we get ready, we lower it between us like this.
One butterfly for you, one for me.  I'll turn the switch.
Then you have to hang on to me.  Like this."

    She draped one arm over Randi's shoulder, flattening
her hand against Randi's naked back and embracing her so
that their breasts mashed together.

    "Ooohh, I like that," Randi giggled.  "I love to feel
your boobs against mine."

    "You have to hold on tight," Laura cautioned.  "It's
sort of like an electrifying orgasm."

     "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

     Laura couldn't suppress a grin.  "You've probably never
come this hard."

     "God . . . I can't wait."

     Laura kissed her very sensually, beginning the build-up
that she knew would result in a sexual cataclysm for them
both.  After kissing, they both looked down and brushed
their breasts and nipples together in a slow, deliberate
rhythm that had them both panting and biting their lips in
about a minute.

     Laura cradled one of Randi's exquisite breasts in her
palm and lowered her lips to it, swirling her tongue around
the big, bulging, dark nipple while Randi watched.  Then she
started sucking it, feeling Randi's whole body respond to
her lips enclosing Randi's thick, bulbous nipple.  Randi
moaned.  She held her breast for Laura, holding it in both
hands, moaning and murmuring.

     "Suck harder . . . yes . . . oh Laura, do it harder,
let me feel your teeth a little . . . ahhh!  Yes!  Oh yes!
Ahhhh!  Oh!  God yes, bite it!"

     She was so aroused that Laura wondered if she would be
able to stay seated upright this way when the butterfly time
came.  She sucked Randi's other nipple the same way, but not
as long, not wanting to drive her to the brink too quickly.

     "Honey . . . I want you to suck me too," she murmured,
looking up in a very sultry, seductive way from Randi's wet,
erect nipples.

     "Oh god yes," Randi said, squeezing Laura's naked
breasts in her hands.  "I'm almost ready to come now.  Oh
Laura."

     Now it was Laura's turn to throw back her head and
luxuriate in the feel of Randi's hungry mouth on her own
breasts.  In a few minutes, both of them were trembling with
fresh need, their pussies burbling and pulsing, their
nipples throbbing wildly.  Randi kissed Laura's neck, her
cheek, her mouth.

     "You better fuck me with that thing, girl, before I
just grab my own pussy and make myself come," she panted.

     Laura was equally aroused, and she knew they would both
come like gangbusters as soon as she flicked the switch on
the vibrator.

       "Are you sure you're ready?" she teased Randi.
                              
     Randi took Laura's hand and placed it on her open,
festering pussy, which was as wet as Laura had ever felt it.
"I'm gon' slide off the bed, Angel, if you don't ring my
bell quick."

       "Kiss me, Randi.  We're going to come so hard."
                              
     "Oh god . . . hurry!"

     They kissed, entwining their tongues passionately, and

then Laura lowered the vibrator between them.  Carefully,

she positioned it so that each plastic butterfly was

directly pushing against each girl's clit, which entailed a

little squirming forward.

     "Can you feel it?" she whispered.

     "Yes."

     Randi gnawed on her lower lip.

     "Now . . . hold me, like I showed you."

      "With our boobs together . . . like this," Randi
panted.  "Yes.  Ready."

     Laura reached her own arm over Randi's shoulder,
clutching the girl even harder against her body, feeling the
switch with her other thumb.  Oh god . . . here we go again!
she thought excitedly.

     "Okay, I'm going to do it.  Hang on."

     Randi said nothing.  Her body tensed, awaiting the
lightning.  Laura flicked the switch on.  In only about
three seconds, both of them were overwhelmed by violent,
shocking, fiercely intense orgasms.

     Laura had forgotten the power of the butterfly.  Her
whole body erupted in pulsing waves of flame, and she felt
Randi's body shuddering spastically in the grip of ecstatic
spasms that bordered on the lethal.

     "Unngghh . . . oowwggnnmmm!" Randi groaned, burying her
face in Laura's neck, suffering the most intense agonies of
pleasure as her body exploded in bursts of almost unbearable
rapture.

     "Auunggh  . . . auunggmmphmnmnn!" Laura groaned with
her, finally catching the crazy, vibrating monster with a
shaking hand and flinging it away toward the head of the
bed.

     She pulled Randi down next to her, still embracing the
moaning, beautiful girl as both of them continued to come in
the aftermath of the horrific explosions.  After about a
minute, as their mutual moaning subsided, they could hear it
still buzzing, up near the pillows.  Still devastated by the
experience, they nevertheless each managed a grin.

     "That little dohickey is still looking for a hot
pussy," Randi giggled softly, wiping tears from the corners
of her eyes.

     Laura reached up and turned it off.  Then she kissed
Randi, slowly, meaningfully.  "I've only done that with a
few, special people," she said, truthfully.

     "It's a good thing," Randi joked softly.  "Not many
people could take it."

    "You lit up like a light bulb.  I could feel the heat
coming from your body into mine."

    "Me too.  Right through the nipples.  These nipples."
                              
     She started kissing, then sucking, Laura's nipples.
They had each had two or three shattering orgasms, caused by
the butterflies, but even in the afterglow their mood was
still completely sexual, and they felt closer to each other.
Laura found herself reflecting that it was something like
the intimacy she and Karen had felt after their fisting
episode, an experience so extreme that having shared it made
them closer.

     "Want to fuck slow and sexy with you now," Randi
murmured, making love very sensually to Laura's willing
body.  "I don't want it to end with that crazy thing, that
buzzer.  I want to taste your pussy again, and let you taste
mine."

     And they proceeded to spend the next twenty minutes
slowly coaxing one another toward another shared climax.
But this one, though very intense, was made so by the
swirling emotions they shared as well as the sweet spasms of
bliss.  Afterward, they lay side by side, gazing into each
other's eyes.

    "If I didn't get to fuck with you once in a while, I
guess I'd have to kill myself," Randi said, matter-offactly.

     "Fortunately, you don't have to worry about it," Laura
smiled, kissing her.

     "I'm going to be thinking about those butterflies a
lot, you know.  What a thing to happen to a good little
Baptist church choir girl like me.  Not only lesbian
screwing . . . but some fantastic evil machine to light you
up from head to toe.  I think I came three times before you
tossed it away.  Seven times since I walked through that
door.  Shoot, my poor boy friend will
definitely have a job making this girl pop her
cherry again tonight."