Chapter 167
     
     
     Rhonda phoned.  "Are you free tomorrow night?"
     
     "I could be, I guess."
     
     "Good.  I'm going out of town.  I got Earlene to
apartment sit for me.  To water my plants and feed my cat.
She'll be here tomorrow night.  I'll leave something here
and you can drop by to pick it up.  A work folder, how's
that?"
     
     "Mmmm, sounds exciting.  Do you have a fire
extinguisher?"
     
     "Knowing you, you bitch, you'll just stoke the flames."
     
     Laura was truly excited.  It was like a blind date,
which ordinarily she would abhor.  But, as they had proved
with Sholandra and Yvette, Laura's and Rhonda's taste in
women was exactly the same.  Earlene would be very
attractive, it was almost guaranteed.
     
     When she dropped by Rhonda's apartment the following
evening, she was pleased to see that she had been absolutely
correct.  Earlene answered the door, a gorgeous, very dark
woman a little shorter than Laura, with a friendly smile and
a stunning figure.  Her legs were not long, but her waist
was tiny and her breasts large.  She wore her hair in corn
rows with short, neck-length braids in the back.  And she
had high cheekbones and a v-shaped face, as well as a
direct, penetrating gaze from her dark, lively eyes.
     
     "You must be Laura," she said in a warm, throaty voice.
"Rhonda said you might be dropping by."
     
     "I guess she left something here for me."
     
     Laura realized they were both sizing each other up.
She recalled that Rhonda had said Earlene was no stranger to
girl-girl sex, and so she knew Earlene was looking at her
the same way she was looking at Earlene.  Will she let me
fuck her?  Gosh, she's terrific looking.  I want to.  Does
she want to?
     
     They made small talk.  Laura tried not to stare at
Earlene's body.  She found herself wondering what Rhonda had
meant by Earlene being so hot when they had never done it.
How does she know?  Still, Earlene's dark eyes did sizzle
with possibilities, and just being in the same room with
her, making small conversation, made Laura wet.  She knew
she would want Earlene under any circumstances.
     
     "You look like that model, what's her name?  Stephanie
Seymour?  The Victoria's Secret girl?  I'll bet people tell
you that all the time," Earlene said.
     
     Actually, no one had mentioned it to Laura for months,
and she was somehow flattered to hear it from Earlene.
"Stephanie herself doesn't think so, though," she said.  "I
met her once at a business function.  I thought she would
claw my eyes out, if she could."
     
     "Well . . . all those supermodels really have is their
looks.  I can see you have a lot more," Earlene said
directly.
     
     "Really?  What."
     
     They were still standing next to Rhonda's bar, where
they had made drinks.  Earlene drew an invisible line along
Laura's cheek with one slender, beautiful forefinger.  She
smiled alluringly.
     
     "I'll tell you after I know you better."
     
     Laura smiled.  She raised her glass.  "To knowing each
other better."
     
     With their drinks half-gone, they began to warm up.
Laura wanted to rape Earlene on the spot.  The girl was
enchanting, very black, very sexual.  She knew her appeal.
     
     "I love your braids."
     
     "Want to touch them?" Earlene asked, suggestively.
     
     "Gosh, yes."
     
     Earlene scooted closer on the sofa, her breasts
jiggling under her jersey as she moved closer to Laura.  She
turned her head halfway, letting Laura run the braids
through her fingers.
     
     "They're so sexy," Laura said.
     
     Earlene turned her head back.  Her eyes were smoking.
"You think so?"
     
     Laura looked at her sensual mouth.  She ran a finger
along Earlene's lower lip.  "Not as sexy as this."
     
     "You've got sex on the brain."
     
     "It's hard not to, looking at you," Laura breathed.
     
     "I feel the same about you."
     
          "May I kiss you?"
     
     "You better."
     
     They kissed, but not an urgent, demanding kiss.
Instead, they let their mouths intermingle slowly and
expressively, enjoying it and each other immensely, feeling
no need to rush things.
     
     "I can't imagine why Rhonda didn't keep you for
herself," Laura murmured against Earlene's beautiful smooth
black cheek.
     
     "I think I scared her a little."
     
     "How."
     
     Earlene smiled mischievously.  "I mentioned doing
something that shocked her."
     
     "What?"
     
     "Breast bondage."
     
     Earlene looked closely at Laura to gauge the effect of
her words.  She saw a brief bloom come to Laura's face, and
also recognized Laura's sexual arousal.
     
     "I can see it doesn't shock you," Earlene said.
     
     Laura shook her head.  "I've . . . done it a few
times."
     
     Now Earlene's smile grew broader, more excited.
"Really?"
     
     "It's kind of exciting to hear how others got into it,
though.  Why don't you tell me."
     
     "I was working as a model.  Not the Victoria's Secret
kind, though.  A magazine model, naked pictures.  I did this
layout with a blonde girl where I wore this kind of leather
harness contraption, with silver studs all over it, that
encased my boobs and also had a collar with a ring, and a
wide belt that went around my stomach.  Also a gag.  Then
she whipped me with this long thin whip.  And they took
pictures of it all.  It was fun, actually."
     
     "God, it sounds so exciting," Laura said under her
breath.  She was sopping wet just from hearing about it, and
watching this beautiful woman telling about it.
     
     "It was.  The blonde girl and I actually went back to
her place and screwed all afternoon, we were so worked up.
And she had never done it with a girl before.  Well, then a
few months later the same photographer called me.  Another
blonde girl.  But this time they wanted to tie up my boobs
with rope.  Hers too.  First we did mine, and she pinched
them and sucked them and pretended to whip them.  Then we
did hers.  I actually came right there, while we were doing
it, lights, camera and all.  I couldn't help it.  I'd never
known that it would excite me so much, but I was just coming
before I knew it."
     
     "Did you go back home with her and do it too?"
     
     Earlene grinned broadly.  "You bet we did.  We almost
couldn't wait until we got there.  We fucked our little
butts off."
     
     "You know, I don't think Rhonda has any . . . shall we
say `things we can use' around here.  She's pretty tame."
     
     "So I gathered.  You would've thought I'd suggested a
little necrophilia or something."
     
     "I have some `things we can use' at my place.  It isn't
too far from here."
     
     Earlene drained her drink.  "Last one there has to be
the first one to be tied up," she smiled.  "Give me
directions."
     
     Laura was so excited that she could barely drive home
without getting in an accident.  She met Earlene at the door
of the building and took her upstairs.  Earlene was
impressed with Laura's apartment.
     
     She look in the view while Laura made them fresh
drinks.  She handed one to Earlene.
     
     "I believe I was first to get here," she said softly,
her eyes dangerously hot.
     
     "No fair," Earlene smiled.  "You knew the way."
     
     "Rules are rules."
     
     Earlene nodded.  "Where's your bedroom?"
     
     Laura led the way.  While Earlene watched, she knelt
and pulled out several coils of white nylon rope from under
the bed.  Then she went to the closet and returned with the
red ball-gag-harness, and the long, thin whip with the small
square leather pad at the end.  Earlene's eyes widened.
     
     "You've done this before, haven't you, Laura," she said
softly.
     
     "So have you."
     
     Earlene smiled and turned her back to Laura, holding up
her shoulder-length braids with one hand.  "Want to help me
take this off?"
     
     "I would consider it a definite pleasure."
     
     She unbuttoned each button of Earlene's blouse,
watching the girl's deep black skin come slowly into view,
then pressing her lips to Earlene's back as more of it
appeared, kissing her way down to the bra strap.   She did
not unclasp the strap until the blouse was entirely
unbuttoned.
     
     "I can see why you were a model.  You have such
beautiful skin," she whispered.
     
     "Thank you," Earlene said, modestly.  "Guess those guys
who like those bondage magazines thought so, anyway.
     
     "They were right," Laura murmured, rubbing her cheek
across Earlene's naked back.
     
     Now Earlene turned and began to unbutton Laura's
blouse.  They each moved very slowly through this ritual,
enjoying every micro-second of it, kissing and exploring
each other's body as the clothes fell away.  Soon they were
both in their underwear.  Laura found Earlene breathtaking.
She had a full, voluptuous body, large, jutting breasts, a
tiny waist, everything that made Laura quiver in deep throes
of lust.
     
     They kissed very slowly and passionately.  Laura
unfastened Earlene's bra clasp while they kissed, sliding
the bra straps off her shoulders, down her arms.  Earlene's
naked breasts were full and luscious, well-shaped, her
nipples large and shiny.  Laura wanted to suck them
immediately.  But she controlled herself, knowing that they
had much more exciting things planned.
     
     She whispered softly into Earlene's beautiful, shapely
black ear.  "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you.  Are you
sure that's what you want?"
     
     Laura knew how exciting the words were.  She had been
in a similar situation.  Earlene shivered visibly.
     
     "Yes," Earlene said softly, eyes swimming.  "I want you
to . . . hold nothing back."
     
     "Nothing?"
     
     Earlene nodded.  Both of them were panting now.
     
     "Pain . . . makes me come hard," Earlene whispered,
biting her lower lip as she saw Laura reach down for the
rope.
     
     Oh god, another Karen! Laura thought.  And every bit as
beautiful, too.  She leaned close, caressing Earlene's
smooth cheek with a coil of rope.  The thought of Karen made
Laura feel the need to be honest.
     
     "I have an agreement . . . with another friend.  No
blood.  We can go as far as we want with each other . . .
but no blood.  We stop short of that."
     
     Earlene nodded and smiled.  She took Laura's face in
both hands and kissed her warmly, slithering her tongue into
Laura's mouth.  "Thank you," she murmured.  "Thank you for
bringing it up . . . making us both know it."
     
     Laura smiled.  She drew the coil of rope she had just
used to caress Earlene's cheek down to one of Earlene's
magnificent, jutting breasts and caught the full dark globe
in the loop, pulling it tight, all in one motion.
     
     "Ahhh!" Earlene gasped, looking down.
     
     Laura, who was very experienced at this, quickly looped
three coils of white rope around each one of Earlene's
beautiful firm breasts, tightening them just enough to make
each breast swell deliciously but not enough to stop the
blood flow.  She also ran a strand of rope up behind
Earlene's neck, then down and looped it again around each
breast, to lift and separate them, before knotting it
between them.
     
     Earlene watched everything in fascination.  Her large
black nipples protruded and gleamed.  Her entrapped,
strangled breasts were amazingly beautiful and desirable.
Her eyes pulsed with barely containable sexual arousal.
     
     "You've . . . done this before," she swallowed, drily,
biting her full lower lip again as she looked down at her
throttled breasts.
     
     "Once or twice," Laura smiled.  "Now I'm going to tie
your wrists to your knees.  Ready?"
     
     Earlene nodded.
     
     First Laura propped several pillows behind Earlene's
back so that she wouldn't rock backward when her hands were
tied to her legs.  Next, she carefully tied each wrist to
its corresponding knee, so that Earlene was totally
helpless, her sleek thighs splayed, revealing the long, hot
pink, wet seam of her vulnerable pussy.  Laura looked at it
hungrily, letting Earlene see her lust.
     
     "Girl, you have the most beautiful wet pussy," she
murmured.  "I want you to know that I'm going to give that
pretty pussy a workout."
     
     Earlene smiled.  "I guess Rhonda was right to set me up
with you."
     
     While Earlene gazed at her body lustfully, Laura
removed her underwear slowly.  When she was naked, she knelt
between Earlene's splayed thighs and brushed her breasts
against Earlene's.  Her soft coral nipples brushed against
Earlene's taut, swollen black plums.  Both of them were
wildly excited, panting heavily.
     
     "Let me suck your boobs," Earlene said, her eyes
fastened on Laura's swaying, perfect breasts.  "They're so
beautiful."
     
     "You're so beautiful," Laura gasped.  "I think if you
suck them, I'll come."
     
     "Let's try," Earlene grinned.
     
     Laura moved up a little and dangled her breasts in
Earlene's face, brushing Earlene's lips with her throbbing
nipples, watching Earlene chase them with her mouth.
Earlene was very clever and fast with her tongue.  She had a
hard time catching Laura's nipples, but her tongue lashed
out at them, tickling and stabbing them, exciting Laura so
much that she intentionally let Earlene capture one with her
mouth.
     
     Earlene sucked it sharply, pulling Laura's entire
nipple and part of Laura's small breast completely into her
mouth.  Laura gasped, moaning, feeling her pussy flood with
juice and throbbing heat.  She held her breast in both
hands, pushing it into Earlene's mouth.  Earlene sucked it
hard.
     
     "Let me suck the other one," she panted.  "They're so
beautiful."
     
     "I'm going to come," Laura panted.
     
     "Put your pussy by my hand," Earlene panted.  "Over
here.  Scoot up."
     
     "Yes."
     
     Earlene could barely move, but she could wiggle her
hand and fingers.  Laura maneuvered her groin into range,
and Earlene's fingers found her wet slit, twiddling her
pussy and pinching her clit.  At the same time, Earlene
sucked Laura's nipple very hard, and even bit lightly into
it.
     
     "Unhh . . . unhhh!" Laura panted, delirious, realizing
that she was going to come without further warning.  "Oh god
. . . honey!"
     
     A sharp, shattering orgasm gripped her.  The bed shook
as her body quaked from the shocks that wrenched her.  She
fell sideways, half onto Earlene, moaning and shuddering as
the waves of coming slowly waned.
     
     "Now make me come . . . Laura," Earlene panted softly.
     
     Still stunned by her sudden climax, Laura sat up.  "I
will."
     
     Earlene stared at her, eyes hot, throbbing.  "Fuck me.
Put the gag in my mouth."  She looked down at her entrapped
breasts, swollen, gleaming, her black nipples round and
protruding.  "Pinch and squeeze them, bite them, treat them
rough.  Make me come."
     
     Laura kissed her passionately before fastening the gag
in place.  They were both getting out of control.  Earlene
need to climax quickly, too, so they could regain some
control over the situation.
     
     Now she kissed Earlene's cheeks on either side of the
red ball in her mouth.  "Now I'm going to fuck you," she
whispered.  "Now I'm going to bite your beautiful nipples."
     
     Earlene groaned softly, her voice muffled by the ball
in her mouth, and nodded.  She watched as Laura began
lovingly, cleverly, to torment her strangled breasts.  Laura
had done this with Karen dozens of times and knew well how
to wind up Earlene to the very tightest pitch before
triggering the inevitable explosion.
     
     She began by licking each gleaming black bulbous
nipple, curling her tongue around the protruding center,
tickling it, then caressing the bulging areola with her
teeth, pulling it, teasing Earlene with a hint of what was
coming.  Earlene reacted to this by squirming wildy and
whimpering, frantically excited by Laura's every move.
     
     Now Laura began to use her fingers too, pinching
Earlene's big, bulging nipples and squeezing the hard,
throttled balls of her breasts.  Then she began to suck and
pinch them at the same time, pinching one and sucking the
other, then switching, then pinching and sucking the same
nipple at the same time, driving Earlene delirious with
uncontrollable keening and whimpering need.
     
     She moaned and twisted desperately as Laura jacked up
the tension.  Laura knew now that Earlene was right.  This
alone would make her come.  And she was like Karen.  The
more pain she felt in her bound breasts, the quicker she
would come.
     
     Laura wanted to swallow the bursting, delectable, hard
gourds of Earlene's entrapped breasts, and she began to give
the girl what she wanted.  She squeezed them both
mercilessly, and then sank her teeth into the pulpy bulb of
Earlene's nipple, feeling her body stiffen as the pain shot
through her.  A tight, muffled squeal came from Earlene's
throat, and Laura repeated the same attack on Earlene's
other breast, biting her hard, pinching the first nipple,
twisting it savagely.
     
     Earlene whinnied, tossing her head, churning her hips,
and came immediately.  Her bound, gleaming body flexed and
clenched as the thrilling spasms wrenched her.  Having her
bound breasts brutalized brought on her orgasm, but Laura
was not content to leave it at that.  She quickly slid down
and pressed her mouth to the wet, warm cauldron of Earlene's
flooding pussy.
     
     It was so wet that juice had smeared Earlene's sleek
black thighs, which were shiny and slick.  Laura slid her
tongue deep between Earlene's cuntlips, stabbing it in and
sliding it back out across Earlene's clit, massaging it so
rapidly that she brought Earlene to another quick orgasm.  A
long, strangled groan of fierce ecstacy fought to escape
Earlene's throat as she undulated and came in a series of
intense convulsions.  More juice flooded her pussy and
Laura's lips, and Laura slurped and swallowed it, devouring
the glistening wet furrow of Earlene's inflamed pussy
hungrily.
     
     Mmmm, she's a real juicy comer, Laura thought, wiping
cunt juice off her chin with the edge of the sheet as the
whimpering Earlene went slack with exhaustion.
     "Here, baby, let me get that out of your mouth so you
can breathe," Laura murmured, quickly unfastening the gag.
     
     Earlene gasped for breath, sucking in deep gulps.  "Oh
god . . . oh god, I don't think I ever came that hard," she
panted, her breath finally slowing.
     
     Laura kissed her cheek, her ear, then her mouth, a
quick kiss so that Earlene could keep breathing.  "You
better not tell me that, or I'll be trying to make you come
even harder," she murmured lovingly.
     
     Earlene blinked.  "You already did a pretty good job of
it," she said hoarsely.
     
     "I didn't hurt your beautiful boobs, did I?" Laura
asked, caressing them tenderly.
     
     They both looked down at them.  "You know, I came so
fast that you barely even touched them."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura smiled devilishly.  "You mean you want
more?"
     
     Earlene's dark eyes went briefly ga-ga.  She nodded, as
if not trusting herself to speak.  Laura could see that she
was beginning to realize that this would be a more intense
sexual experience than she had anticipated.
     
     "You can tell me, if you want more," Laura breathed in
a half-sinister way.  "You can even beg me."
     
     "I want . . . more," Earlene said softly, her eyes
shiny with fear.
     
     Their eyes seemed to drift at the same instant to the
long, thin whip, which Laura had dropped to the floor while
she was tying up Earlene's breasts.
     
     "You want it?"
     
     Earlene bit her full lower lip.  "I've never been . . .
whipped . . . there."  She looked down at her magnificent
roped breasts and her bulging shiny black nipples.
     
     Laura could remember whipping Karen's, or having Karen
whip hers.  To her mind, it was more painful than being
bitten, but if your pussy was being treated at the same
time, you could come in a shocking, fierce way.
     
     "Honey," she smiled, "I told you I would make you come
even harder."
     
     "Oh god," Earlene gasped softly.
     
     Laura teasingly brushed each of Earlene's big, swollen
nipples with the flat leather tip of the whip.
     
     "You better put the gag back in my mouth," Earlene
panted, wildly excited all over again.  "I'll scream, I know
it."
     
     "Oh, I  will, but first I want to hear you moan.  I'll
put it in before I touch you with this."
     
     She tapped each big, bulging nipple lightly with the
whip, just to see the fear shoot across Earlene's lovely
face.
     
     "Oh!" Earlene gasped.
     
     "You have a very lovely body," Laura purred, laying the
whip aside but within reaching distance.  "I want to kiss it
everywhere, and tease you, and make you beg me over and over
again."
     
     "Yes," Earlene whimpered.
     
     "I want to brush my boobs against yours again, like
this.  I want to feel your nipples touching mine."
     
     "God . . . yes!" Earlene nodded, gnawing her lower lip
again.
     
     "I want to kiss them . . . and tongue them like this .
. . and suck them, suck them gently . . . like this . . .
and then harder . . . like this."
     
     "Unhhh . . . oh!  Unhhhh!"
     
     For several minutes Laura teased and caressed Earlene's
wonderful entrapped breasts, using all the skill she had
developed on others to arouse Earlene to another fever
pitch.  Easily gauging Earlene's special sensitivities, she
knew just how far to go in tonguing and lightly pinching the
girl's large bursting black nipples.  She brought Earlene
close to the peak several times, to the point where Earlene
began churning her hips, begging Laura to bite her nipples,
begging to come.
     
     Finally, Earlene's desperation reached the breaking
point.  Twisting and panting frantically, she glowered at
Laura, her eyes fierce with hot urgency.
     
     "Come on, you evil white bitch, fuck me!  Bite me . . .
oh Laura please . . . bite my nipples . . . make me come,
you bitch!  Please . . . oh, you bitch!"
     
     "I am going to make you come, darling," Laura smiled.
"Just not yet.  Now I'm going to make love to your beautiful
black pussy."
     
     "Fuck my pussy, bitch!  Bite my titties.  Oh god,
Laura, I can come!  Do it to me, please!"
     
     "I am going to fuck your pussy," Laura purred.
     
     Again she slipped down between Earlene's splayed
thighs.  Earlene's pussy was as wet as ever, dripping, the
cuntjuice glistening in droplets on her pubic hairs.  Laura
realized she would have to be careful here as well.  Earlene
was ready to come again at the slightest opportunity.  She
wanted to have her nipples bitten, she wanted to come that
way, but too much attention to her lovely black pussy would
trigger her too soon, and she would come anyway.
     
     In one sense it didn't matter, since Laura intended to
fuck her all evening, and there would plenty of chance for
more orgasms.  But this one was already building toward a
masterpiece, and Laura didn't want to let it get away.
There was also the issue of overstimulation.  She knew from
her own bouts with Karen that you could get so raw and sore
from repeated biting and whipping and brutal fucking that
pretty soon it was hard to come at all, and if you did the
orgasms were nearly as painful as the rough treatment that
produced them.
     
     She began to toy with Earlene's inflamed pussy, but
very carefully, licking the edges, the glistening black
lips, then dipping her tongue gingerly into the hot-pink
interior, bringing soft little yelps of excitement from
Earlene.  Only rarely did she let her tongue stray near
Earlene's clit, and each time Earlene began to moan and
clench her body as if in anticipation of a fierce climax.
     
     Laura quickly pulled back each time, and Earlene didn't
come.  But once Laura could not resist touching the girl's
clit with the tip of her tongue, and Earlene groaned and
nearly came.  Laura quickly slid her mouth sideways and bit
into the dark sleek flesh of Earlene's thigh to produce a
more intense sensation that would draw her attention away
from her nearly-exploding clit.
     
     "Anngghh!" Earlene cried out, her eyes watering.
     
     "Sorry," Laura apologized.  "Didn't want you to come
yet."
     
     "You bitch," Earlene half-giggled, torn between frantic
need and fascination with what Laura was doing to her body.
"I'm going to come any second.  Oh god!"
     
     Laura began carefully licking her pussy again.  In only
seconds Earlene again began writhing and moaning
frantically, cursing Laura and begging to be allowed to
come.  Laura introduced two fingers into the girl's buttery
slit and began to fuck her slowly with them.  Earlene moved
her hips in rhythm, moaning and fucking back into Laura's
hand.
     
     Only now did Laura realize that she could fist fuck
Earlene while whipping her nipples, and Earlene would simply
meltdown.  And she knew it was very close.  Earlene was
almost coming already.
     
     "Sorry, darling, but we have to put the gag back in,"
she told the whimpering, panting girl.
     
     Earlene nodded rapidly.  "Hurry . . . please hurry!  Oh
Laura!"
     
     She held her mouth open obediently while Laura placed
the red ball back into it and fastened the harness.  "And
now, my pet, you are going to get your wish," Laura said.
"I am going to fuck your pretty pussy and whip your
beautiful nipples, and you, my dear, are going die of
coming.  If you think you came hard the first time, you'd
better hold your breath."
     
     Earlene's eyes widened, both with terror and
anticipation.  Laura realized that she had in a sense out-
perverted the pervert.  When Earlene had mentioned breast
bondage, she clearly had had no idea it would go this far.
I wonder if I should give her the chance to back out, Laura
thought.  She leaned close, brushing her cheek against
Earlene's, and rubbing her naked breasts against Earlene's
again.
     
     "Do you really want me to do this?" she whispered.  "I
can stop.  All you have to do is tell me to stop.  But if
you really want me to, I'll fuck you hard."
     
     Earlene, eyes throbbing with hot, dangerous sex, looked
Laura straight in the eyes.  She nodded, then looked down at
her breasts.  She moved her hips in a sensual, obscene
fashion that left no doubt she wanted to be fucked: hard,
fast, and roughly.
     
     Laura smiled.  "I wouldn't turn back either," she
whispered.
     She reached for the whip now and saw Earlene's eyes
narrow and again shine from a renewed influx of fear.  I
wonder if she's ever been fist-fucked, Laura wondered.  If
not, she has a big shock in store, as well as a big orgasm.
Whipped on the boobs and fist-fucked, both for the first
time.  God, it even makes me hot.  I wonder if I want her to
do it back to me.
     
     Even though Earlene had already come twice, Laura knew
that it wouldn't take much to make her explode again.  She
was quivering and moaning and twisting urgently, dying to be
fucked.  Laura teased her swollen black nipples with the tip
of the whip, then began to tap each one lightly.  Finally,
she raised the whip and snapped each nipple hard, first one,
then the other.
     
     Earlene recoiled and howled into the gag, as if an
electrical current had just passed through her trussed body.
But Laura had felt exactly the same pain herself and knew
that it did more than hurt.  It sent shockwaves of perverted
pleasure coursing through Earlene's oozing pussy, made her
little clit jangle excitedly, made her strangled breasts
throb and pulse.
     
     Quickly, she slid two, then three, then four fingers
into the warm, wet trench of Earlene's cunt, working them
into a wedge, then pushing it harder.  As she had learned
with Karen, her hand was small, even when balled into a
fist, and she wasn't surprised when she pressed her thumb
against her other fingers and slipped the whole thing
between the buttery folds of Earlene's yielding pussy.
     
     Earlene, however, realized immediately what had
happened.  Her body stiffened, her eyes widened in horror,
and she looked down at Laura's wrist, realizing that Laura's
entire hand was inside her pussy.   Laura thought the girl
was going to faint.  If she was writhing in the throes of a
hot sexual frenzy before this, she suddenly plunged into a
deeper one, groaning and churning her hips, grunting in a
sort of demented seizure of lust.
     
     Laura realized that she would come almost any second.
Quickly she began beating Earlene's bursting, shiny nipples
with the whip, thrashing them sharply, knowing that a
fiercely intense orgasm was only a split second away.  And
it took only three sharp blows of the whip to each breast,
and a few plunges of her fist into Earlene's pussy, for
Earlene to erupt in a series of horrific, wrenching spasms
as she came.
     
     Earlene came so hard that she briefly passed out, as
Laura had feared she would.  With her left hand still
embedded deep in the girl's tight pussy, Laura dropped the
whip and quickly unfastened the gag so Earlene could
breathe.  Her breath came in ragged gasps, puncutated by
intense moans of ecstacy as the shattering rapture of her
climax still wracked her trussed, straining body.
     
     "Oh god . . . ohnnnn god Laura . . . ohnngggg!
Ungghhh!  Oh god!" she gasped, groaning as Laura kept
fucking her with her hand, bringing on a second orgasm.
     
     This one Laura made even more intense by lowering her
mouth to the beautiful black nipples she had savagely
whipped only seconds earlier and sucking them one after
another, then biting them in a brutal way, making Earlene
cry out in shocking moans of pleasure mixed with pain as her
second orgasm convulsed her body.
     
     The whole thing lasted for several minutes, with Laura
raping and whipping Earlene, and Earlene coming twice in
shocking, killing explosions of ecstacy that left her limp
and destroyed.  Finally, Laura began to untie the knots, and
removing the rope from Earlene's beautiful body, kissing the
marks left on her skin, caressing her as Earlene moaned from
the afterglow and the pain.
     
     "Nobody ever fucked me like that," Earlene said in a
hushed, astonished voice.
     
     "You mean with her fist?"
     
     Earlene shook her head in disbelief.  "I mean any of
it."
     
     Laura continued to kiss and caress her body, the sore
places, the crinkled skin caused by the rope.
     
     "How can you hurt me so bad and then kiss me so sweet?"
Earlene asked softly.
     
     Oh god, Laura thought, I'm falling in love again!  "You
came so hard," she murmured, kissing the rope-burned skin
underneath one of Earlene's full, delicious breasts.  "I was
afraid I hurt you."
     
     "I asked you to hurt me," Earlene smiled.  "You did it
good.  In fact, nobody ever did it better."  She touched one
swollen, soft nipple with the tip of her forefinger.  "That
whip really bites."
     
     Laura nodded.  "The first time I felt it, I wanted to
die."
     
     Earlene took Laura's face in both hands and drew it up
to hers, kissing Laura warmly.  "I feel guilty.  I been
having all the fun.  You only came once, and I . . . god, I
really fainted that last time.  I never did that before."
     
     Her eyes were full of love too, as Laura knew her own
were.  They were falling in love.  Laura loved every
beautiful girl she slept with, but she hadn't really felt
this kind of tenderness since Shavon, for whom she still
felt it.  How can you be in love with so many different
girls? she wondered.
     
     "Do you . . . want to do it to me?" she asked.
     
     Earlene simply shook her head.  "Not unless you want me
to.  I don't really get off on doing it, just having it done
to me."
     
     "Really?"
     
     Earlene nodded.  "Do want to make love to you, though.
If you don't mind."
     
     Laura kissed her passionately.  "I don't mind."  She
stuck her tongue into Earlene's ear and breathed hot breath
into it.  "I don't mind if you bite me either, if you feel
like it."
     
     "Mmmm, another masochist," Earlene purred as she gently
pushed Laura onto her back and began to kiss and caress her
body.
     
     Unlike most of Laura's first-time lovers, Earlene was a
confirmed lesbian with plenty of experience, and she was
very skillful and attentive to Laura's needs.  She also, by
now, was well aware of Laura's fascination with her own body
and used it to arouse Laura even more, dangling her
beautiful full breasts in Laura's face, sweeping them across
Laura's own naked breasts, letting Laura suck her nipples,
then sucking Laura's in a slow, sensual way that soon had
Laura squirming and moaning uncontrollably.
     
     At first she did not bite Laura's, even though Laura
had given her permission.  Instead, she squeezed Laura's
breasts and teased her nipples lovingly, sucking and
tonguing them, nipping them lightly with her teeth.
Meanwhile, her hand found Laura's flowing pussy and prepared
it for her mouth, stroking Laura's wet cuntlips and tickling
her clit.  Then she slid further down Laura's body, finally
pressing her lips into Laura's pussy and slipping her tongue
inside.
     
     "Ohhh!  Oh god!" Laura gasped, suddenly thinking, as
she often did now, of Kendra, and Jane, upstairs, listening
to her moaning, waiting for her to come, wondering who was
fucking her now.
     
     Earlene wasn't going to toy around with her.  She went
for the money almost immediately, devouring Laura's swollen,
excited pussy hungrily, while Laura tried to keep her wits
long enough to find a pillow to moan into.  She turned her
head desperately from side to side, but Earlene was too
passionate for her.  Earlene, like Laura, was very
experienced, and she had Laura at the breaking point in
thirty seconds.
     
     "Ungghhh!  Oh . . . oh shit . . . ohhnnn!" Laura
gasped, writhing and panting uncontrollably, knowing she
would come in only seconds.  "Oh yes honey yes!  Oh!"
     
     In a very emotional and touching gesture, Earlene
reached up and grabbed both of Laura's hands in her own,
holding them firmly, lovingly, while she very adroitly
brought Laura to a shocking, overpowering orgasm.  There was
no way Laura could hold back her cries.  She came
extravagantly, shuddering and pumping with her hips, cawing
and groaning as one after another fierce spasm shook her
quivering body.
     
     And again Earlene's experience came to the fore.  Like
Laura, and unlike someone who had only done it with men, she
knew that one orgasm was only a prelude to the next.  While
Laura's orgasm was only beginning to wane, Earlene slid up
to kiss her breasts again, replacing her mouth on Laura's
pussy with her hand.  She sucked Laura's nipples and rubbed
her pussy until Laura was quickly at another explosive
point.
     
     "You're going to come again, honey," she purred.  "Want
you to come again . . . now now now now."
     
     Each time she said now, she rubbed Laura's throbbing
clit with her forefinger, and Laura went crazy.  "Hard . . .
do it hard!" she panted, pushing her cunt up into Earlene's
hand.
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "Harder!  Please . . . harder!  Ungghhh!  Oh!"
     
     Earlene bit into one of Laura's nipples, rubbing
Laura's clit very hard at the same time.  Laura came again,
a shocking, agonizing climax that wrenched her body sharply
in successive waves of excruciating rapture.  She had not
come so hard in months, and it left her gasping and
shattered.
     
     "I'm beginning to think we were made for one another,"
she said hoarsely, smiling up at Earlene.
     
     Earlene beamed.  "I was just thinking the same thing.
Are most of your girlfriends black?"
     
     Laura furrowed her brow.  "Why do you ask?"
     
     "They are, aren't they.  All of them.  All of mine are
white.  Just thinking out loud, that's all.  We get along
pretty well together.  I never had it this easy, I guess,
with anybody.  Maybe a couple, but you and I are pretty
relaxed and we seem to fit together well."
     
     "Scary, isn't it," Laura said.
     
     "I love it.  I think we could really be good for each
other."
     
     Laura smiled.  "If only there weren't so many others to
get in the way."
     
     "I'm not the jealous type, if that's what you mean,"
Earlene said, frankly.  "I've got some girlfriends too.  But
you and I---"
     
     "I know.  We sort of hit it off, don't we."
     
     Earlene beamed again.  "Glad you feel the same way."
     
     "I feel like this," Laura said, pulling her down again
on the bed and kissing her aggressively.   "I want to fuck
you until the sun comes up."
     
     "Mmmm, now that we know how good we are together, I
think I'm about ready for another try at the breast bondage
stuff.  You really do it good, you know.  I loved the way
you sort of built me up, until I couldn't stand it any more.
Then I came like dying."
     
     "How do these feel?" Laura asked, gently caressing
Earlene's nipples with her fingers.
     
     "Feel fine now," Earlene smiled brightly.  "No more
pain."
     
     "Sore?"
     
     Earlene shook her head.  Her eyes flashed with danger.
"Want you to make them sore.  Something to take with me."
     
     "You, my darling, are sick."
     
     "I know, isn't it wonderful?"
     
     Laura took the rope and began tying up Earlene's
beautiful breasts again, though this time she knew she would
not use the whip.  The thought of that flat leather pad
cutting into her own nipples, which she had felt a few times
in the past, made her shudder.  She can't want that again,
she thought.
     
     But Earlene did want to be fist-fucked again, while
Laura was biting her nipples.  She made it clear to Laura,
just as Laura knotted the rope between her bulging breasts.
     
     "Fuck me with your hand again," she whispered, already
panting so hard she could barely speak.
     
     Laura smiled in a half-sinister way.  "Only if you do
it back to me."
     
     "Promise," Earlene panted.
     
     What followed was one of the most exciting sexual
events Laura could remember, even though she had been
through a few.  In the space of only fifteen minutes or so,
Earlene came three more times, horrific, agonizing climaxes
that left her destroyed and weeping as Laura hastily untied
her.  Then she fist-fucked Laura, as promised, until Laura
also had three more orgasms.
     
     They slept and awoke, rested and hungry for more, in
the middle of the night.  By morning, they had worn each
other out.  It reminded Laura of some of her marathon nights
of fucking with Karen, or Brandi, or Jonelle, something she
had not gone through for over a year or more.
     
     She and Earlene each had more than twenty climaxes,
mostly because they were both skilled and insatiable lovers,
and each knew how to bring the other to yet another killing
spasm, even where no possbility of another orgasm seemed to
exist.  It was another `too good to be true' situation, and
both knew it when dawn came and they began to withdraw from
the experience.
     
     "We'd kill each other if we did this very often,"
Earlene said softly as she dressed.
     
     "I know.  I haven't done it this hot and heavy with
anybody for a year or so."
     
     "I don't know if I'll be able to live without it, now
that I know how it is with you," Earlene said frankly.
     
     Laura smiled ruefully.  "I could have said it myself.
Make a night for me next week?"
     
     "Thought you'd never ask," Earlene flirted.
     
     "Get out of here, darling, before I tie you up again."
     
     "Ooohh, you one mean white bitch.  I do like that."
     
     Laura embraced her.  "I'm not mean.  I care very much
for you."  She kissed her soulfully.  "I---"
     
     "Don't say it," Earlene put a finger to Laura's lips.
"Don't say it."
     
     "I won't," Laura pouted.
     
     "When my boobs stop hurting, I'll be back for more."
     
     They gazed obsessively at each other as Earlene walked
down the hall to the elevator.  Oh god, Laura thought again,
another Karen!