Chapter 177
     
     
     
     Laura was attending a meeting on another floor when she
bumped into Randi in the ladies room.  She had taken her
hair out of braids, and for a moment Laura didn't recognize
her except as some ravishing new black stunner whom she had
never seen before.  But then Randi turned, and they caught
each other's eye.
     
     "Oh god, it's you!" Laura said.  "You are so beautiful.
It isn't just the braids."
     
     "Gosh, I'm glad of that," Randi said, sarcastically.
     
     They hadn't seen one another for weeks, not since their
quick and torrid tryst following Randi's return from
vacationing in Mazatlan, where she had screwed both her
boyfriend and a Mexican bartender wantonly and repeatedly,
according to the narratives she had given for Laura to make
her jealous.  And it had worked.  It had hurt Laura to the
quick, and she had lavished a superhuman display of sexual
skill on Randi in return, as if to win her back.
     
     Randi winked.  "I've got news for you.  I broke up with
my boyfriend."
     
     "Did he find out about Miguel?"
     
     "Miguel?  Oh, you mean the Mexican guy.  His name was
Diego.  He had this long, pencil-thin dick.  Ooohh, it made
me yelp, girl.  Piercing.  Like being fucked by a spear."
     
     She looked from side to side to see if they were being
overheard, but they were alone.
     
     "I love you with your hair down," Laura confessed.
"It's like knowing two gorgeous girls in one."
     
     "You want to get this one into bed, don't you," Randi
taunted her.  "You jess like to fuck all those pretty
sistas, don't you, Miz Laura."
     
     Randi was wearing red, as usual; a red silky blouse,
and a tight white skirt, short, also as usual, to show off
her legs.  Laura looked at her longingly.  I would do
anything for this girl, she realized.  Follow her off a
cliff . . .
     
     "I am dying to kiss you," she whispered.  "I love you
more than you realize."
     
     This seemed to chasten Randi.  "I broke up with him so
I could spend more time with you," she said flatly.  "No man
makes me feel like you do, Laura."
     
     "Are you wearing your red bra?" Laura whispered,
leaning close.
     
     "Are you going to rape me right here if I say yes?"
     
     Laura blushed.  "You're a minx."
     
     Randi smiled coquettishly.  "Whatever that is, I know
you want it.  I am wearing a black bra.  And red panties."
     
     "Oh god," Laura breathed.
     
     Randi's sensual mouth was very close to hers.  She was
dying to kiss it.  But they could be discovered.  Both
realized it and somehow regained self-control.
     
     "Your place or mine?" Laura asked, not bothering to
disguise her satire.
     
     Randi's eyes sparkled with excitement, sexual allure.
"You've got all the toys," she said dangerously.
     
     They met at Laura's apartment directly after work.
Randi continued to play the coquette.  She swished her
delectable bottom in front of Laura, showed off her
spectacular long legs.
     
     "You get to have a whole new woman," she whispered
hotly into Laura's ear.  "No braids, no man, completely
yours.  You get to tie her up and fuck her.  You want to do
that, don't you."
     
     "You're sick," Laura grinned.
     
     "You're the one with the rope, darling," Randi
retorted.  "What does that make you?"
     
     "Remember when we had that fight?" Laura said.
     
     "God, yes.  We fucked like two cats in heat.  Let's do
it again."
     
     Laura shook her head.  "My neighbors."  She raised her
eyes toward the ceiling.
     
     Randi's beautiful face fell.  "I forgot.  But they must
have heard us the first time."
     
     Laura shook her head again.  "It was before they moved
in.  There was a deaf old lady who lived there."
     
     "I wish she were back."
     
     Randi began to unbutton her red silk blouse, which was
the beginning of the end for Laura.  The sight of the edge
of the girl's black lacy bra caused warm fuck-juice to flow
into Laura's cunt.  Randi knew the effect she had.  She
probably did this all the time for her ex-boyfriend, Laura
thought.  And for Diego.
     
     "If I slapped you, and really made it hurt, you
wouldn't care about the neighbors," Randi said, flirting
dangerously.
     
     "I'm in enough trouble already," Laura said softly,
unable to take her eyes from Randi's fingers as they toyed
with the buttons of her blouse.
     
     "Maybe we should rent a gym after hours and then we
could fight and fuck until we passed out," Randi smirked
suggestively.  "How does that sound?"
     
     Laura drew closer to her.  She lowered her lips and
kissed Randi's very seductive cleavage.  "You know what I'd
rather do that fight," she whispered.
     
     "You are turning me on, Laura."
     
     "Come in the bedroom."
     
     "Tie me up.  No one will ever know but us."
     
     "Why do you want me to hurt you?"
     
     They were in Laura's bedroom now, and Randi's blouse
was totally unbuttoned.  She slipped it off.  Her black
shoulders gleamed.  She was ravishing in her black lace bra.
Laura wanted to rape her.  She didn't want to lose the time
it would take to tie her up.
     
     "The time we fought," Randi said, glaring straight into
Laura's eyes, "I had an excruciating orgasm.  The time you
tied up my boobs, I almost fainted when I came.  Any more
questions?"
     
     "You, my darling, are sick sick sick."
     
     Smiling, Randi kneeled down and pulled the coils of
rope from under Laura's bed.  She had seen before where
Laura hid the rope.  She stood and flung the rope onto the
bedspread.  Then, slowly, seductively, she reached both
hands behind her and unfastened her bra.
     
     Laura had come to feel that watching a beautiful,
desirable woman unclasp her own bra and remove it was the
single sexiest thing she had ever seen.  She was paralyzed,
watching Randi, devouring Randi's naked breasts with her
eyes.  She wanted them.  She wanted to hold them in her
hands, and squeeze their firm resilience, and brush the
thick, dark brown nipples with her thumbs, feeling them
stiffen and emerge from the soft, swollen areolas, so large
and succulent.
     
     Randi dropped her bra in the easy chair by the bed.
She stooped and picked up one end of the rope, her naked
breasts swooping out alluringly as she did so.  God, she's
so beautiful! Laura thought.
     
     "There's no Jeff to see the rope marks now," Randi
murmured, with a sensual, wicked smirk.
     
     "Is that his name?  Jeff?"
     
     Randi nodded.  "He's white, too.  Did I ever tell you?
This little black pussy has done its share of pleasing white
folks.  He shot more cum into me than a two-bit whore gets
in a month."
     
     "Are you here because I'm white?" Laura asked, very
uncomfortable, as usual, when the subject of her racial
preferences came up.
     
     Randi smiled mischievously.  "I like white," she said.
"You like black.  We go up in flames, Laura.  What can I
tell you?"
     
     "You're right about that.  Did you and Jeff go up in
flames?"
     
     "Sometimes."
     
     "Do you miss him?"
     
     "Not yet.  We just broke up two days ago.  What are you
trying to do, destroy the mood?"
     
     Randi lifted the rope to her breasts.  Carefully, she
coiled one strand around her left breast.  She made the coil
too tight so that her breast swelled grotesquely, her large
dark nipple expanding, taut and glossy.  Laura desperately
wanted to suck it.  But instead, she stepped forward and
took the rope out of Randi's hands.
     
     "Not so tight.  You'll cut off the blood.  Then you'll
bruise, and you won't be able to feel it either."
     
     "Oooohhh . . . I can see you're an expert," Randi
purred.  "You do it."
     
     Laura, as she slowly began to tie up Randi's exquisite
breasts, couldn't help thinking of Earlene, and Karen, and
the perverted, often painful, things they frequently did
together.  It was all wickedly exciting and sexual
satisfying, generating, as Randi knew, fierce, even
breathtaking orgasms.  But Laura also wanted girlfriends who
were sweet, innocent, tender, who didn't need to be whipped,
or to have their breasts tortured, to come.
     
     Randi, for all her desire, was still pretty innocent.
They had shared two or three episodes, that was all.  The
fight was even now a wildly exciting memory for both of
them.  The butterfly vibrator was, of course, unforgettable,
Laura knew, but it was not even painful.  And then Laura had
tied her breasts once and pulled the rope up through her
pussy, and Randi had died of coming.  Even that had not been
particularly painful, not when Laura thought of whipping
Earlene's pussy, or crushing her or Karen's breasts in the
fiendish clamp.
     
     But Randi knew nothing of those.  She wanted a repeat
of the rope orgasm she had had before.  That was all.  Maybe
I can give her that and spare her the rest, Laura thought.
Or something else equally tame.  But since she doesn't know
the true depths, it will seem exciting and perverted to her.
     
     And even having her breasts tied by Laura was, clearly,
a wildly erotic moment for Randi, who watched every detail,
panting and quivering.  Laura also grew very excited while
doing it.  She coiled the rope around each luscious dark
globe, making it just tight enough.  Randi's large dark
brown nipples expanded, flared, and gleamed, the center
nubbins thick and erect, the glossy areolas shiny and
swollen.  Laura looped the rope behind Randi's neck,
tightening it just enough to raise her trussed breasts a
little.
     
     They were hard gourds now, jutting out of the coils of
rope, the nipples swollen dark plums.
     
     "I want to suck them," Laura whispered, feeling the
pulse beat in her throat.
     
     "Do it hard," Randi said.  "Bite them."
     
     Laura caressed Randi's swollen nipples with her
fingers.  Randi bit her lower lip.
     "You want me to hurt you."
     
     Randi nodded slowly.  "But only a little.  Fuck me with
the rope, like you did before.  I want to come that way
again."
     
     "I want to do something else."
     
     "What?" Randi asked, a trace of panic in her voice.
     
     Before answering, Laura tied Randi's wrists to opposite
corners of the headboard.  Randi still wore her skirt and
panties.  Slowly, Laura removed them, kissing Randi's
thighs, and her smooth dark stomach, then gently pushing the
dark, wet pubic hair away from her festering pussy, exposing
the glistening, black labia and the invitingly juicy hot
pink crevice within.
     
     "You have the most beautiful pussy," Laura said.  "Did
I ever tell you that?"
     
     "Every time," Randi grinned.  She cocked her head to
one side.  "Is it more beautiful than your other girls'
pussies?"
     
     Briefly flustered, Laura pushed on past this.  "I want
to fuck your beautiful pussy and your beautiful ass at the
same time."
     
     The trace of panic returned to Randi's voice.  "How are
you going to do that?"
     
     "Oh, I have my ways."
     
     Laura went to the closet and returned with the bowed
quadruple dildo.  As she looked at it, she wondered why she
didn't use it more since it brought about thrilling seizures
of ecstacy.  Randi would soon find out.
     
     Randi too looked at the device.  "What's that?"
     
     Laura held it up for her inspection.  Its use was quite
apparent when you looked at it for a moment.
     
     "Ooohhh, girl, you are more wicked than I thought,"
Randi said, with a half-grin.  "You're gonna fuck me."
     
     Laura was undressing as quickly as she could, watching
Randi's eyes on her body.  She shed her bra and leaned
forward to rub her soft, coral nipples against Randi's
distended black buds.  She kissed the girl at the same time,
stabbing her tongue into Randi's open mouth.
     
     "I'm going to fuck you harder than Fred ever did," she
murmured.
     
     "Jeff."
     
     "I mean Jeff.  Or Jose either."
     
     "You better do me quick, girl, or I'm going to come
without your help," Randi panted, her eyes glassy and
excited.
     
     Laura too was wildly aroused.  Randi was a thrilling
sex partner under any circumstances, and now that she had
shown a taste for the kinky, Laura could barely restrain
herself.  Her hand shook as she applied a little baby oil to
each anal probe on the fiendish toy, to make the entry into
her own and Randi's ass a little easier.
     
     Finally, she got onto the bed, between Randi's spread
legs, and placed the device between their two groins.
     
     "Oh god, you're going to fuck me in my ass," Randi
suddenly whimpered.  "Nobody has ever fucked me in my ass!"
     
     "I had my finger in your ass," Laura reminded her, not
remembering if she actually had done it.
     
     "That's different.  Look at that big thing you're
putting in me."
     
     Laura grinned.  "Not as big as this big thing."  She
pointed to the dildo that would go into Randi's cunt.
     
     Randi's eyes rolled up.  She whimpered softly as Laura
slipped a pillow under her delectable ass to raise it up and
make it more accessible.  Now Laura's still-oily fingers
slipped between Randi's buns, massaging her tightly-shut
asshole, trying to relax it.
     
     She leaned forward, again brushing Randi's throttled
breasts with her own naked globes, kissing Randi sensually.
"If you relax, you'll have a killer climax in about two
minutes," she whispered.
     
     "You know I'd let you do anything to me," Randi
murmured in a throaty whisper.  "Are you . . . ungghh!  Are
you going to fuck me hard?"
     
     She groaned slightly as Laura's finger, pressing
against the tight rosebud of her anus, suddenly popped
inside.  Laura pulled her finger out of the tight channel
and slid the tip of the appropriate dildo into it, still
kissing Randi to distract her.  It was impossible to push
this dildo in very deep without pushing the larger one into
Randi's cunt too, since they were connected.   And so she
slid the fat, long one into Randi's pussy too, pushing them
both in slowly.
     
     Randi's body was electrified by this penetration.  She
stiffened, a look of sublime erotic shock passing across her
beautiful face as the two large dildoes filled her pussy and
her asshole.
     
     "Oh . . . shit!" she gasped softly.
     
     Laura's reaction mirrored Randi's as she quickly fed
the other two into her own pussy and ass, biting her lower
lip and half-gagging as she felt the huge rods enter her.
She had forgotten how big they were, but of course that was
a big part of the thrill.  Now both of them were crammed by
the huge dildoes, and Laura began rocking, pushing her
crotch into Randi's, so that the dildoes fucked each of them
simultaneously.
     
     It took only a few seconds for both to get swept up in
the phenomenal sexual excitement this apparatus generated.
     
     "Oh Jesus!" Randi gasped again, kissing Laura wildly,
then groaning as Laura fingers bit into the swollen, hard
gourds of her entrapped breasts.
     
     "Ungh!  Unghh!  Unghhh!" Laura grunted, fucking her
faster and faster, being fucked at the same rate herself by
Randi's gyrating hips, which in turn pushed the two dildoes
inside Laura in to the hilt.
     
     She knew neither would last long at this pace.  She
dropped her mouth to Randi's strangled breasts, unwilling to
be robbed of the pleasure of sucking and biting them.
     
     "Unnhhhhh . . . god, do it hard!" Randi panted in a
guttural groan.  "Fuck me hard, Laura!  Bite me!  Yes . . .
awwonnggghhhh!" she moaned as Laura sucked one bulging black
nipple into her mouth and sank her teeth into it.
     
     For five seconds Laura devoured Randi's nipple, then
turned to the other one and did the same thing.  Randi
writhed and cried out, convulsing and coming before Laura,
exploding in a jolting series of orgasmic spasms, groaning
and undulating, her bucking and straining body forcing Laura
into a sharp orgasm immediately on the heels of her own.
     
     "Unghhh!  Ohnngg . . . ahhnggiiieee!" Laura cried out,
throwing caution to the winds, totally disregarding Kendra
and Jane, and what they might be overhearing.
     
     A shattering orgasm wrenched her, and both she and
Randi were so insatiable that they couldn't stop at one but
kept pumping and fucking until a second orgasm shook them
both.  Groaning and shuddering, they finally collapsed in a
mass of hot, quivering flesh as the throbbing aftershocks
flowed through them.  Finally, they disentangled their
stunned bodies, and Laura gingerly pulled the four fiendish
prongs from her body and Randi's.
     
     They both gazed at the device in shocked wonderment.
     
     "Girl, how come you never told me about that thingee
before?" Randi croaked, only now regaining her breath, still
tied to the bed by her wrists, her breasts still tightly
trussed.
     
     Carefully, Laura began to untie her.  "I didn't want to
turn you into a pervert," Laura murmured, kissing her ear as
Randi's hands suddenly became free.
     
     Next Laura untied her breasts.  She remembered, as she
and Karen had often discovered, that untying them was nearly
as arousing as tying them up in the first place.  Randi's
breasts were unmarked, except for pinched crinkles of skin
where the coils had been, marks that would be gone in ten
minutes.  But that didn't mean they weren't sore.
     
     Laura licked Randi's bulging black nipples tenderly.
"Do they hurt?"
     
     A sharp intake of breath through Randi's clenched teeth
was her answer.  "Laura, you have sharp teeth," Randi said
softly.
     
     "But it still makes your pussy wet when I lick them,"
Laura teased.
     
     Randi grinned.  "I know."
     
     "Lie back, honey.  You have a reward coming for letting
yourself be raped that way."
     
     "My booty hole will never be the same," Randi said.
     
     Laura was kissing Randi's delectable naked body
everywhere on her way south.  "I'm sorry, you can't have
those killer orgasms any other way."
     
     "Mmmm, I know," Randi purred, recalling them.  "Oh!
Ohhhh girl, yes, right there!" she panted as Laura's tongue
finally arrived at her pussy.
     
     It was, Laura had long thought, one of the two most
beautiful pussies she had ever licked.  The other one was
Yvette's.  She loved every beautiful pussy, of course, but
for sheer physical beauty Randi's and Yvette's took the
prize.  Randi's was long and sinuous, a puckering flower,
shiny inside with warm fuck-juice, her clitoris a purplish
round marble at the top, slightly protruding from it's
glossy black hood.
     
     Laura slid two fingers into Randi's very wet slit and
began to fuck her with them while her tongue curled around
Randi's swollen clit.  This drove Randi up the wall.  Her
fingers scrabbled in Laura's scalp as she pumped and gyrated
her cunt into Laura's mouth, whimpering and whooping as she
drew closer to another climax.
     
     "Oh god!  Oh god!  Oh god yes!" she panted, arching her
back, pushing her pussy into Laura's tongue.  "Oh Laura oh
Laura ohhnnnnnnnn!  Ungghhhh!  Aunnggghhh!"
     
     She suddenly came, her lovely long body convulsing in
sharp spasms, her cries again loud and unmuffled.  Oh shit,
Kendra or Jane are going to hear us for sure now, Laura
realized.  But she couldn't stop Randi, and didn't want to.
Without her braids, she was another gorgeous woman, a woman
Laura had never fucked before, just as exquisitely beautiful
as the old Randi but different, and watching her come,
watching the ecstacy seize her face, was a thrilling moment
for Laura.
     
     She embraced the panting girl.  "I think maybe you made
the right choice," she whispered.  "I don't think Fred ever
made you come like that."
     
     "Jeff," Randi panted, eyes still glassy."
     
     "Fred, Jeff, whatever.  They can't fuck you like I
can."
     
     "You're telling me," Randi blinked.  "Does this mean
I'm your sex slave?"
     
     "No, it means that I'm yours."

     Randi made a face.  "Euuwww, it means I have to taste
my own pussy juice on your lips, though."
     
     Laura held her down and french-kissed her passionately,
enjoying Randi's struggling, which reminded them both of
their catfight.  Randi rolled over on top of her, and before
she knew it Laura was being fucked herself by a very
aggressive and ardent woman.  Randi, since Laura had seduced
her, had always loved to fuck, but now she was more
passionate than Laura had ever seen her.  She devoured
Laura's body, enjoying Laura's cries, and whimpers, enjoying
her own ability to make Laura come once, twice, fierce and
shuddering orgasms that left Laura weak and begging for
rest.
     
     By the time they parted near midnight, Laura was
wondering what she was getting into, now that Randi would be
focusing more and more on their relationship.  The sex was
truly wonderful, but exhausting.  And Laura had others who
felt about her the same way Randi did.  How would Charise,
and Earlene, and Sholandra, and Yvette feel, let alone
Karen, or Vanessa, or Cecilia, or others whom she saw more
rarely?