Chapter 204
She faced the Deshona Reed problem, as usual, by lying.
And it was hard. Deshona, who had formerly been an icicle
of formidable frigidity, was now a love-slave of Laura's.
Phone conversations with her were lengthy and full of sweet
innuendo. She was seriously pining away over Laura and
dying to see her. She mentioned `unmentionable' and
deliciously exciting things they would do together.
Laura stewed in the rancid juices of her deep guilt.
On top of that, at work she noticed a new young woman
in the corporate communications department, Tamara Taylor,
who made her quiver all over and try not to stare. Like
Laura's other heartthrobs, Tamara was black, but she was
fairly light-skinned, not the usual deep black beauty who
attracted Laura so often. On the spectrum of colors, she
fell somewhere between the rich, expensive chocolate of
Randi and the lighter `high yellow' tan of Sholandra,
Camille, and Vanessa. She had rich brown-gold hair that
reminded Laura of Kim's hair, though not so light auburn,
and her face was excruciatingly beautiful.
So was her body. She was as tall as Laura, with long,
willowy legs and jutting, perfectly-proportioned breasts and
a small waist. She was about twenty-five and very bright
and articulate. Laura could not take her eyes off the girl
and had to apply extreme self-discipline. Tamara was
clearly heterosexual, not interested in other girls, and a
magnet to every available man in the place. Laura was hotly
jealous too.
Trying not to think about Tamara, she let her thoughts
dwell on Tiffany and their night together, reliving it in
detail. And then there was Randi and their exciting
catfight and combustible finish. God, did we fuck! she
thought. I'm surprised my pussy still doesn't hurt. And
when Randi dropped by her office to flirt, Laura was tempted
to lock the door and fuck her again, right there, reminding
her of the old days with Yvette.
That evening it was a hour-long conversation with
Deshona, who wanted to see her desperately. Laura had told
her that she got her period as well as the flu while
visiting her sister, and Deshona had reluctantly agreed to
stay away. The shredded flesh on Laura's back was still
festering and sore, and she prayed for it to heal quickly.
She was trying to figure out a way to rub healing lotion
into it when the phone rang again. It was Earlene.
"Hey stranger," Earlene said softly. "What's up?"
"God, I haven't heard from you for a while."
"Always good to give it a rest . . . when it gets a
little hot," Earlene whispered, almost too softly for Laura
to hear her.
And it had been hot, both of them knew. Earlene and
Laura did not have sweet, simple sex. Except for Karen,
Laura had never had rougher sex with anybody. And yet
Earlene herself was the softest, mildest, sweetest person
you could ever meet. No one, looking at her, would dream
that she craved the most perverted acts, which made her come
in horrific cataclysms of masochistic pleasure.
"I'm tired of giving it a rest. Can I come over?"
"I was hoping you'd ask. You remember last time? I
was going to show you something?"
Oh god, yes! Laura recalled. Earlene had described in
detail, at Laura's insistence, how she occasionally
masturbated. Laura had expressed an interest in watching,
and Earlene had said she would let her. As soon as Earlene
mentioned it over the phone, Laura's blood began to pound.
"I can be there in twenty minutes."
"Drive carefully," Earlene said, with a smile in her
voice.
Earlene met her at the door wearing a transparent
peignoir, pale peach. Her very large, shiny, bulbous black
nipples were tantalizingly visible through the wispy fabric,
just the ticket for raising Laura's temperature over the
boiling point, which it was very near already.
Few of Laura's girlfriends ever looked like a lesbian.
Most had husbands or boyfriends of their own, or ex-husbands
(Deshona), or were too professionally accoutered at all
times (Rhonda) to betray any deviant drives. But though
Earlene was very feminine with her fetching corn rows and
neck-length braids, she somehow had the air of a woman who
never had slept with a man and didn't intend to. Maybe it's
her eyes, Laura thought, as her own eyes locked with
Earlene's, and both could feel flames beginning to flare up.
"It's so good to see you, Laura," Earlene said warmly,
letting her in. She watched Laura's eyes on her naked
breasts, swaying under the peignoir.
"I can't take my eyes off you," Laura said.
Earlene smiled. "Or these?" She looked down.
Earlene had as magnificent a pair of breasts as Laura
had ever seen, large, beautiful gourds like Karen's and
Bernice's, very firm and out-thrusting, capped by big
swollen black plums of mouthwatering nipples. She tempted
with them, surrendered them, allowed them to be crushed,
bitten, abused, and otherwise tortured, and then had totally
electrifying orgasms as a result. Laura had often wondered
how many other lovers, like herself, had participated in
these perverse rituals.
"Or those," Laura repeated, swallowing.
Earlene closed and locked the door. She was actually
rather shy, which Laura remembered as they both stood there
nervously, wondering how to begin. They had not seen one
another for months, but last time they had nearly scorched
the paint off the walls. Laura, not to be denied, put her
arm around Earlene and drew her close, kissing her
tentatively, then more aggressively, sliding her hand under
the peignoir.
"You have such an incredible body," she murmured. "You
haven't been letting people hurt it, have you?"
"You mean anybody but you?"
Laura nipped her smooth neck. "Yes. That's exactly
what I mean."
Earlene wrestled free, playfully. She raised her head,
aloof, pretending to snub Laura. "I have . . . other
friends. I may not let them go as far, though."
"As me? Am I special?"
"Very special, Laura."
Laura followed her into her small living room. Earlene
had a cat, and they both petted and caressed it. Earlene
reached over and unbuttoned Laura's blouse.
"You're over-dressed."
"I . . . was in a hurry."
"To see me?"
"Yes. You're special to me too."
"I haven't had sex for over two weeks," Earlene said
matter-of-factly. "I decided to save something up for you."
Laura vividly remembered their last conversation. "You
were going to show me how you-"
Earlene gave her a Cheshire cat grin. "I know. And I
am."
They kissed again, and Earlene drew Laura into her
bedroom. Laura was almost shaking from lust. Now and then
she felt like she would just explode if she couldn't quickly
consummate her passion, and it seemed she always felt that
way with Earlene. And Earlene seemed to know it. She
enjoyed tantalizing Laura.
"You have to promise not to touch me until I'm
finished," she said to Laura. "You might want to, but you
have to promise. I'm going to make myself come . . . just
to get you excited."
"I'm already excited," Laura said.
"I know. More excited. So excited you want to really
fuck me hard. Rape me."
"I think I can manage it. What about your neighbors?"
Smiling secretively, Earlene bent over and pulled out a
ball-gag from under her bed. Laura glanced at it, but
really her attention was focused on Earlene's body under the
peignoir, the swoop of her large, delectable breasts, the
flexing of her strong thighs, and the curve of her ass. I
won't have any trouble raping you, my pet, she thought.
"Did you bring the . . . ?"
Laura nodded. "It's in my car. I thought maybe we
could try to get by without it."
An ambiguous half-smile tugged at the corners of
Earlene's sensual mouth. "I don't think so," she said.
"I've been dreaming of you putting it on me."
Now Laura's blood really hammered through her body.
"I'll get it," she said, hastily re-buttoning her blouse.
Earlene gave her a bag to put it in, and Laura went
down to her car. She had also brought the four-pronged
dildo, which she and Earlene had never used together, just
in case there were an opportunity for it. She stuffed it
into the bag too.
When she returned, Earlene was in the bedroom, removing
the peignoir as Laura walked through the door, having waited
to let Laura see it come off. Laura had always been wildly
in love with Earlene's voluptuous body and thought Rhonda
was a fool for having turned her down, handing her over, as
it were, to Laura. If anything, not having seen her for a
couple of months made her body even more desirable.
Naked and glossy and full-bodied, she let Laura's eyes
linger on her as she pulled a coil of white rope from under
the bed and began methodically to tie up her magnificent
breasts. She was so quick and skillful at it that it was
clear to Laura she had done it often. In about a minute,
each marvelous round breast was encircled by rope, a very
well-thought-out harness, separated in the middle, the rope
running up behind her neck, then down to be cinched across
her belly under the imprisoned globes.
Her breasts now swelled a little, but she knew enough
not to have tied them too tightly. Still, her black nipples
swelled even larger than usual, shiny and succulent. Laura
wanted to devour them immediately. But Earlene was not
finished. As she had explained to Laura, she had two C
clamps she had bought in a hardware store, and now she
proceeded to fasten each one, lightly at first, to her
protruding, bulbous nipples. Laura felt her pulse race as
she saw the clamps bite into the sweet, silky skin of the
areola surrounding each nipple.
"I'll fasten them more tightly in a minute," Earlene
panted softly, now lying down on the bed with a pillow under
her ass, her legs propped up heel-first against the
headboard. "This is exactly the way I do it when I'm
alone."
Slowly Laura undressed as she watched. She knew she
was not supposed to touch, not until the right moment
anyway, but when that moment came, she planned to be ready.
It took very strong self-discipline not to throw herself on
Earlene's fantastic naked body and fuck her savagely. She
was that desirable, her smooth body gleaming, her entrapped
breasts swelling and taut, her black nipples bursting.
Now Earlene spread a towel under her ass and placed a
tube of K-Y jelly on it next to her hip. "It gets a little
messy," she explained to Laura, who was nearly speechless
from fascination and hot lust.
"The messier, the better," Laura half-croaked, nearly
paralyzed and shaking with desire. "You are so beautiful."
Earlene flashed her a stunning smile. "I ain't
beautiful . . . you just want to fuck me."
"Oh god, yes!" Laura gasped.
She watched as Earlene now began to tighten the C
clamps further. "I get them just to the point where I'm
about ready to scream," she explained, panting as she
twisted the small bar and the shaft bit further into her
plump nipple.
It was clearly painful, and the pain, though mixed with
fierce sexual arousal, was visible on Earlene's face.
Finally, she had both clamps tightened to the maximum. Each
clamp bit into the swollen, puffy areola of her nipple in
the fat, pulpy lower part, and the little-finger-sized nub
of each nipple, erect and hard from pain and sexual
excitement, pushed up a good half-inch beyond it. Laura had
never seen a more twisted, perverted, or erotic sight.
Clenching her teeth now from the pain, Earlene
hurriedly opened the tube of lubricant and spread it over
the fingers of her right hand. Laura wondered how she was
going to accomplish the next part, knowing she could not
reach her own asshole this way. But Earlene, despite being
shorter than Laura, had very long arms. She quickly formed
her greased fingers into a wedge and started burrowing it
between her cheeks.
"Unhhh! Ungghh!" she grunted softly, shaking all over
now with sexual excitement.
The view was almost more than Laura could bear.
Somehow she realized she had expected the whole thing to
take longer, but Earlene was fast. She had done this
before, many times apparently, and she had her hand into her
ass up to the wrist before Laura even realized it. A low
moan came from deep in her chest. She grimaced, panting
almost hysterically.
The sexual excitement was so intense that Laura thought
she herself might have a sympathetic orgasm. Earlene did
not waste any time. Pumping with her hand, she rubbed her
forearm against her wet, puckering pussy at the same time,
stimulating her further. She also grabbed her strangled
breasts at the same time, pulling the C clamps, which had to
cause sharp pain to her nipples. Groaning and twitching her
hips, plunging her hand forcefully into her ass again and
again, she whimpered and twisted, very quickly approaching a
major climax.
Unconsciously, Laura dropped one hand to her own
dripping, oozing pussy and became aware of it as she felt
her own juices flowing over her fingers. Sunk in a hypnotic
trance of sex, she slowly rubbed her own clit as she saw
Earlene stiffen, shudder, and begin to come.
"Aanngghhhh!" Earlene groaned, her whole body suddenly
wrenched by a horrific spasm. "Ohnnggg . . . aanngghhhh!
Oh shit! Ungghhh!"
In spite of her suspicions, Laura didn't actually come
herself, but she was very close to it as she watched
Earlene's delicious body wracked by the successive spasms of
a very severe orgasm. Only when the girl collapsed in a
quivering mass of aftershocks, her greasy fist plopping back
out of her ass as she moaned and twisted, was Laura able to
get to her feet. She went to the bed and quickly unscrewed
the cruel C clamps, which had pained her just to look at.
She tossed them on the floor, and, still moving
hypnotically, fished in the bag for the four-pronged dildo.
Earlene was stunned, nearly blasted away, by this
shocking and perverted sex act, and she scarcely knew what
was happening until she looked up to see Laura hovering over
her. Then she smiled.
"Fuck me, honey," she said softly, hoarsely.
"Oh yes," Laura purred, immediately dropping her mouth
to the luscious, entrapped globes of Earlene's magnificent
breasts.
They were hard, taut balls, and Laura assaulted
Earlene's poor, tortured nipples with her mouth, unable to
stop herself. She knew they must hurt after the C clamps,
but she wanted to suck them so badly that she couldn't
restrain herself. And of course, Earlene's sexual fires
were only stoked higher by the pain of a sexual attack on
her sensitive breasts. She moaned and writhed in a fit of
exuberant lust as Laura sucked and bit her large, swollen
nipples.
"Fuck me, honey . . . fuck me," Earlene chanted softly
to her, twisting and panting as Laura ravished her tied-up
breasts. "Hurry . . . hurry. Fuck me hard. Please!"
"Oh . . . I will," Laura panted.
Her hand scrabbled beside them on the mattress for the
four-pronged dildo. Earlene would be in for a pleasant
shock. They had indulged together in every kind of sick
perversity, but they had never done any straight-ahead
fucking. Quickly, Laura found the open tube of K-Y jelly
and swabbed the prong that would go into her own ass. She
knew the remaining three orifices were already well-
lubricated.
Working swiftly, she slid the two forward rubber cocks
into Earlene before she even knew what was happening. They
penetrated her easily, sliding up to the hilt in her pussy
and already-opened asshole, and Earlene's face was briefly
paralyzed by surprise and intense pleasure as she felt them
push home.
"Unhh! Oh god, honey . . . what's that?" she half-
groaned, wincing, then smiling mysteriously. "Oh shit, it
feels good."
"It's going to feel even better," Laura panted as she
inserted the other two into herself, biting her lower lip as
the rear one entered her own ass, which was clenched tightly
shut. "Ungghh!"
But it finally slid into her, and now they were both
penetrated, face to face, kissing heatedly. It was a
thrilling intimacy since breast-torture and cunt-whipping
had been their practice up until now, and not this intense,
romantic kind of sex. In fact, Laura wondered if they had
ever kissed so emotionally, or sensually.
They began to move their hips in slow, rhythmic fuck-
motions, and the four rubber cocks began to slide in and out
of their bodies, bringing fantastic sensations that Laura
had forgotten and that Earlene had never, or rarely,
experienced. Her hot eyes searched Laura's, fiery with sex
and love, pulsing in rapid beats as their gyrating groins
pumped faster . . . faster.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" Earlene panted, almost overcome
by the whirling, throbbing, accelerating sexual excitement.
"Yes . . . honey, yes!" Laura panted into her ear.
Again she dropped her mouth to Earlene's gorgeous,
imprisoned breasts, sucking the girl's huge, bulbous black
nipples hard, then biting them, biting them harder, until
she heard tight, strangled little cries of fierce excitement
and pain coming from deep in Earlene's throat. She also
began to pump hard, pushing her pelvis back up into Laura's
vigorous downward thrusts, driving the hard rubber shafts
deep into Laura's body too.
Earlene's bed bounced and swayed as they fucked in a
wild, frenzied mania, kissing again, groaning, keening,
hurtling toward a shattering finish. Earlene managed to
scoop one of Laura's dangling breasts into her hand and drop
her mouth to it, sucking Laura's nipple savagely, biting it,
as Laura had bitten hers. And they pumped and clawed one
another, and finally they both came at almost the same
instant, a volcanic double orgasm that wrenched them both
violently.
The impact was so fierce that Laura fell off Earlene's
convulsing body to the side, her own body writhing and
flexing as unbelievable waves of rapture broke over her.
"Ohnngg! Auungghhiieee!" she wailed into the girl's
gleaming, black shoulder, still thrusting, feeling the two
huge dildo-cocks plunge deep into her, spurring alive more
delicious spasms.
And Earlene was quivering and moaning as if gripped by
a seizure, coming in tight little bursts, followed by long,
agonizing undulations that culminated in more quivering
explosions.
"Unnhhhhh! Ohnnnnn!" she moaned, twisting and
shuddering beside Laura as her orgasms seemed to go on and
on.
Finally, her raptures receded, but she still seemed to
be coming in soft, echoing aftershocks as Laura carefully
untied the rope that imprisoned her beautiful breasts.
Though temporarily satiated by a huge orgasm, she still
found Earlene's breasts captivating and wanted to begin
kissing and caressing them again, right now, but was
reluctant to do it, wondering how much they might hurt.
On the other hand, at Earlene's request she had
inflicted much greater torture on them in the past,
especially with the vise, which was still on the floor in
the bag. They had not used it, and Laura thought it was
just as well.
Earlene stirred finally, emerging from the wild turmoil
of her orgasms, and looked down to their groins, still mated
by the weird device Laura had introduced. She beamed.
"Laura . . . what the hell is this thing, anyway?"
Slowly, they removed it from their bodies. It was very
wet, and the rubber cocks that went up the poop chute were
greasy. It was an ugly monstrosity, but it had given them
both fantastic pleasure.
"I guess that's what it feels like to be fucked by a
man, eh?" Earlene said, raising one eyebrow.
Laura smiled. "Two men."
Earlene's eyes widened. "You're right. You know, I've
never even been fucked by one. I guess today is a
milestone."
Laura embraced her lazily, sensually, rubbing their
naked bodies together, pushing her own breasts into
Earlene's. "You are so beautiful. I can't believe plenty
of men haven't been trying to screw you for years."
Earlene shrugged. "They try. They give up. I just
can't get interested."
"By the way, you weren't fucked by a man today either.
You were fucked by me."
"Mmmm, I know," Earlene smiled sexily. "Hard, too. In
both holes." She kissed Laura provocatively, teasingly.
"When are you going to do it again?"
"Soon, if you keep this up."
"Oh, good. Did you bring the vise?"
"That horrible thing?"
They both glanced at the bag on the floor. It was
phenomenally exciting but depressing to Laura. She decided
to distract Earlene. She cradled both of the girl's
beautiful naked breasts in her palms, lightly brushing
Earlene's large, swollen black nipples with her thumbs.
"Do you really want to crush these beautiful
masterpieces in that horrible thing? I just want to kiss
them and suck them and fuck you and make you come over and
over. And forget about that . . . thing. You don't need
that pain to come. I can make you come."
"I know," Earlene's eyes twinkled. She had begun to
kiss Laura's body while Laura spoke and came across the
scabbed-over scratches up and down Laura's back. "It must
be a hot little wildcat who did this to you," she said,
touching them gingerly.
"Pretty hot," Laura said, ruefully.
"I'm jealous. Is she pretty?"
Laura was not going to get into that. "I was hoping
you could rub some lotion into the scratches for me," she
said. "I even brought some."
Earlene smiled. "No need to. I have just the thing."
She left the bed for a moment and returned with a bottle of
aloe vera. "How do you think I got this smooth skin you
love so much?"
"You noticed," Laura said. "I thought you were born
with it."
"I help it along. Now lie down on your stomach and let
Mama make it better."
Laura had been thoughtless enough to think that sex was
not an issue in getting her back rubbed, but Earlene's
sensual fingers soon had her aroused again. And Earlene was
clearly aroused too since she began kissing Laura's back,
her neck, her ass cheeks, her ear.
"Laura, you have a beautiful back," she whispered.
She dangled her heavy round breasts over Laura's back,
dragging them slowly across it so that Laura could feel her
breasts and her thick nipples touching the skin of her back
and the scratched places too. Earlene frenched Laura's ear,
breathing and speaking hotly into it.
"If you won't put the vise on my boobs, the least you
can do is eat my pussy, honey," she breathed.
Laura consented eagerly. For the next hour they fucked
totally without perversion, without sadism and pain except
for tenderly biting each other's nipples, and Laura
discovered a whole new side of Earlene, a side she wondered
if even Earlene knew. Or maybe she had forgotten it. They
came repeatedly, learning one another's body, coaxing forth
final, excruciating orgasms even when they thought they
could not come any more.
When Laura finally had to leave, she dressed and bent
over the bed to kiss the still naked Earlene. "See, you
don't need all that . . . tying up and stuff to have a good
orgasm. Not with me, at least."
"Or even twelve or thirteen orgasms," Earlene joked.
"Nobody ever fucked me as hard as you do, even without that
other stuff." She paused, then broached another subject.
"Can I borrow the vise?"
"You better not let anybody else use it on you," Laura
warned.
"What if I use it on myself?" Earlene's black eyes
danced mischievously.
"You're incorrigible, my dear. At least it can't be
any worse than those horrible C clamps."
Laura looked distastefully at them on the floor, where
she had thrown them. She remembered watching Earlene
masturbate, pulling the clamps on her nipples and fisting
herself in the ass, her forerarm rubbing her wet pussy,
until she had erupted in a devastating climax. The thought
of the girl doing the same thing again, only this time with
the fiendish breast vise crushing her black beauties, made
the hot blood jump up again in Laura's veins. Oh god, it's
so sick! she thought. How can I leave it here?
But Earlene batted her long lashes at Laura. "I
promise not to hurt them so bad that you can't have them
again next time," she purred.
"You better not," Laura said, vanquished, intrigued,
and still tingling from the sexual marathon they had just
been through. "Next time will be soon."
"Oh good," Earlene smiled, getting up to let her out.