Chapter 220
     
     
     Laura had not seen Karen for months.  Not only did she
work in another part of the company, at another location,
but their relationship had become so . . . depraved, Laura
thought-there was no other word for it-that both of them
seemed to tacitly agree to suspend it, for a while or for
good, until they could somehow move it in a healthier
direction.  At least this was what Laura felt, since they
had never discussed it.
     
     Further, they always seemed to come together just when
one or the other was suffering some disappointment over a
sexual betrayal or jealousy that needed assuaging, and this
frequently motivated them to drug their senses with
ingeniously sadistic and masochistic sex.  It was quite
possible, Laura reflected, to forget your emotional pain
when your flesh was burning and throbbing from sexual
escapades that resulted in excruciating, intense orgasms as
well as welts, rope burns, bruises, and teeth marks, ravaged
nipples and aching orifices.
     
     So she knew why her thoughts had turned to Karen at
this juncture.  Her night with April had been a wonderful
delight, but when she got home the next day, she could not
avoid thinking about Randi, Deshona, even the rejection she
felt from Tamara. It was crushing, really.  Wrenching.  Her
mind was assailed by fantasy images of Rhonda with her mouth
pressed to Randi's pussy, of Randi writhing and moaning and
coming hard, as Laura had made her come so many times.
     
     Even though she had never met or seen Deshona's
husband, she knew Deshona had let him fuck her again.  She
knew there was some long-time, deep connection between them
that she could never share.  She remembered how Deshona had
loved being fucked from behind, having her peerless back
caressed and kissed.  Laura had fucked her that way with the
double-dildo, but Deshona had said that her husband used to
fuck her that way all the time, before their divorce.  Laura
couldn't get out of her mind the images she saw of them
doing it.
     
     All this made her frantic with jealous pain, and she
went through the motions of daily life as if in a stunned
trance.  She had to attend a wedding of one of her friends
at work that weekend, and at the wedding she ran into-of all
people-Karen.  They saw each other in the church, their eyes
catching suddenly, electrically, and Laura could think of
nothing else throughout the ceremony.
     
     At the reception, which was held at a nearby country
club, they quickly found one another.  "Come over here,"
Laura said under her breath, pulling Karen into a small room
next to the main one where the party was going on.
     
     Karen was wearing a tight-fitting dress the color of
fresh cream, which hugged every curve of her beautiful body
and accentuated the smooth, rich black hue of her skin.  She
had lost weight and looked impossibly gorgeous to Laura, who
found herself thinking the familiar `Did I really sleep with
this ravishing woman?  Over and over?'.  She couldn't take
her eyes off Karen, and she knew they were telegraphing her
desire very clearly.
     
     "God, it feels like it's been ages," she said, when
they were alone, or semi-alone, since the small room opened
out with no door into the bigger one.
     
     Karen smiled, her eyes pulsing, devouring Laura in the
same way.  "You look like you've been sick," she said,
raising one affectionate finger to Laura's cheek.  "You're
pale, Laura.  But you sure are a sight for sore eyes."
     
     "And you lost weight," Laura said, using it as an
excuse to again let her eyes roam hungrily all over Karen's
delicious body.
     
     "Ten pounds," Karen said, doing a proud little
pirouette.  "I was getting a little porky."
     
     Laura's eyes dropped briefly to Karen's magnificent
breasts.  Karen was not thin and willowy, or small and
compactly-built, like most of Laura's girls.  She was a
voluptuous, full-figured woman with jutting breasts and full
hips, and it was true that even a small amount of weight
could make her look heavy.  But her breasts seemed
undiminished by her weight loss.  They pushed out
spectacularly through the fabric of her tight dress.
     
     "I see that everything is still in tip-top shape,
though," Laura murmured in a sexy undertone.
     
     A tiny, knowing smirk tugged one corner of Karen's
wildly sensual mouth.  "What are you doing after the party?"
     
     "I don't know if I can wait until after the party,"
Laura whispered, looking down at Karen's deep, very
seductive cleavage.
     
     "I have to ditch my escort," Karen said, looking around
nervously.
     
     "Boyfriend?"
     
     She shook her head.  "Boss.  He knows the groom.
Actually," her dark eyes glinted mischievously, "he wants to
be my boyfriend.  I think he's hoping to score right after
we leave here."
     
     "How are you going to get rid of him?"
     
     "I could get sick.  I could drink one of those
strawberry daquiris and then vomit it on him.  He'll know
I'm sick after that, girl."
     
     They both broke up with laughter.  But Laura knew Karen
was serious.  She knew it because both of them could barely
keep their hands off each other, even though they were in
public.  Their eyes gave them away.  They wanted to fuck so
badly that almost anything that stood in their way would be
swept aside.
     
     "Are you sure you'll be able to bring it off?" Laura
asked through her laughter.
     
     Karen theatrically poked two fingers down her throat to
indicate her technique.  Then she made a vomit gesture, and
a stricken face.  It was quite convincing.  "You still
remember the way to my place?"
     
     The wedding was in Piedmont, and since Karen lived in
the Easy Bay, her place was closest.
     
     "I could never forget it," Laura said, fixing Karen
with her eyes, letting them smolder with her intentions.
     
     Karen put a hand on Laura's wrist.  "You better not
look at me like that or I might just leave with you right
now, without even making excuses."
     
     Laura looked at her mouth, her sensual lips, wanting to
kiss her desperately, savagely, wanting to tear her clothes
off.  She hadn't felt this sexually hungry for a  while,
this consumed by wild hunger.  She sensed that Karen felt
the same way.
     
     "When should I leave?"
     
     Karen looked at her watch.  Laura was so hungry for her
that she wanted to grab her arm and kiss her smooth, velvety
black skin and suck her forearm muscle in a hot fit of lust.
"Give me twenty minutes, just to make it look good," Karen
said.
     
     "He'll want to take you home, if you're sick."
     
     Karen winked.  "That's the point, right?  You better
park down the street and wait until you see me go in.  Don't
want him to think I faked it so I could be with you."
     
     Laura was thrilled.  "Do you want to be with me?"
     
     "Girl . . . we're gonna have one hot party of our own,"
Karen said under her breath, with a devastating glance.
     
     Suddenly, all of Laura's depression seemed to fly out
the window.  So what if Randi was allowing Rhonda to fuck
her beautiful brains out.  So what if Deshona was getting a
major league plowing from her ex-husband.  Laura's blood was
pounding through her body, and her pussy oozed with warm
juices as she watched Karen leaving the room in search of
her `escort'.
     
     Oh god, she thought, feeling the pulse beat in her
throat.  Oh god, I've missed her!  She felt her knees
trembling and knew she could not make any more trivial
conversation with anybody but had to get out of there fast,
before her juices began trickling down her leg.
     
     She went to her car and drove directly to Karen's
apartment, parking as she had promised down the street and
waiting.  Instead of twenty minutes, she had to wait nearly
an hour.  During that time she relived many of the moments
they had shared: stirring sexual encounters, both emotional
and physical, including ingenious sexual tortures that both
embarrassed and inflamed her to recall.  She couldn't
believe she had let anybody do some of those things to her,
or that she had done them in return.
     
     By the time Karen appeared, Laura was, she knew,
overheated.  She tried to act cool and collected as she
watched Karen get out of the car, accompanied by a tall,
well-dressed white male, who helped her to the front door of
the building.  Karen seemed very wobbly on her feet,
befitting the performance she was giving of being ill.
Laura was so far away that she could see little else.  She
realized that Karen was insisting to the man that she would
be all right.
     
     Laura waited until he got back into his car and left.
Then she locked her own car and went to the front door of
the apartment building.  She didn't even have to ring.
Karen had lurked inside the lobby, and without a word she
opened the door for Laura to let her in.
     
     "Come in, quick!  I don't want him to see us."
     
     "He won't," Laura reassured her.  "He drove off."
     
     "He wanted to come up.  `Just to make sure you're all
right.'"
     
     Laura let her eyes run up and down Karen's body again,
very alluring in her tight, thin, cream-colored dress that
contrasted so starkly with her smooth black skin.  "I can
see why.  Did you vomit?  I don't see any on your dress."
     
       Karen looked guilty.  "I threw up all over his suit.
God, I'm such a bad girl," she giggled.  She lowered her
voice to a potent whisper.  "Maybe you can punish me for
being such a bad girl.  Know what I mean?"
     
     Laura knew exactly what she meant and could feel both
of their blood temperatures shoot up at the thought.  But
she had been hoping that this time, as she had hoped in vain
in the past, their sex could veer away from the violence and
pain they had grown accustomed to with each other.
     
     Karen's apartment was on the first floor, and as they
walked down the corridor to it, Laura said, softly, "I know
what you mean . . . but I was hoping we could, you know, go
back to what we had in the beginning."
     
     Karen turned to her before opening the door to her
apartment, her eyes wide, glistening, throbbing with sexual
heat and also the deep, resonant connection they shared from
having been each other's first.  "I've missed you, Laura,"
she whispered.
     
     She opened the door and they went inside.  Laura
watched while Karen elaborately triple-locked her door.  She
lived on the ground floor in a slightly less safe
neighborhood than Laura's, and she took no chances.
     
     Finished, she turned to Laura.  Without speaking, they
embraced and kissed, very slowly, romantically, sensually,
exploring one another's mouth with their tongues, slipping
their hands under one another's coat to get their fingers
that much closer to their warm flesh.  Laura kissed Karen's
smooth neck, then her black ear, nibbling her earlobe.
     
     "I think we might go back to the beginning very
easily," Karen breathed.  "When neither of us had ever done
this before."
     
     "And I couldn't believe how much I wanted you when I
saw you naked for the first time, by accident."
     
     Karen raised a playful eyebrow.  "It wasn't no
accident, girl," she murmured.
     
     "Really?"
     
     They kissed again, growing more passionate this time, a
searching, probing, hungrier kiss.  They both shed their
coats clumsily in the middle of kissing, never stopping,
letting the coats fall at their feet, digging their fingers
into each other's body now, through their clothes.
     
     "Really," Karen panted as their lips came apart.  "I
know people like my body.  I wanted to see if you did too."
     
     Laura smiled coyly.  "Want to see if I like it as much
now as I did then?"
     
     "I guess you do.  You looked like you wanted to rip my
dress off at the wedding.  I knew we had to get out of there
before everybody else realized how we were feeling."
     
     They walked hand in hand to Karen's bedroom.  Laura was
overwhelmed by deep emotions as well as burning sexual
desire for Karen.  She never had loved Karen in quite the
same way she loved Jonelle, or Trina, or Charise, or Randi,
or Deshona.  (The thought of Deshona and Randi sparked a
fleeting hot ember of wild jealousy alive in the pit of her
stomach.)  God, it was even embarrassing to list so many in
her mind.  How can I love them all? she wondered.
     
     But for Karen she always felt a deep, throbbing, warm,
lasting intimacy and profound affection rooted in the fact
that they had discovered girl-girl sex together.  They had
also pushed it to its farther limits and endured together
scorching sexual experiences that forever linked them,
physical memories that would never be surpassed.  She knew
Karen felt the same, and between them there was an unspoken
trust and care that was very different from the wild,
hungry, desperate love Laura often felt for other girls.
     
     Also, their sexual hunger for one another had never
diminished.
     
     "These are some expensive clothes," Karen said, running
a finger along the sleeve of Laura's dress.  "I think we
better take them off carefully before we get into the hot
stuff."  Her eyes laughed and danced with sexual promise.
     
     They were indeed expensive.  Laura had bought her dress
at Sak's, for a small fortune, and she knew she looked as
good as Stephanie Seymour had ever looked in anything.
Under it she wore a shockingly sexy pale green thong that
barely covered her pussy, now all swollen and damp from
sexual excitement.  Her skimpy bra matched the thong, but it
was diaphanous, showing her large round coral nipples
through the mesh.
     
     Karen's dress was equally stylish and expensive, and as
she slowly, seductively removed it, for Laura's enjoyment,
her sexy underwear inflamed Laura's desire.  It was black
lace, the panties cut high on the hip, the bra dipping low
between her magnificent, jutting breasts.  The full globes
seemed to spill out of the cups, and Laura realized that
whatever weight Karen had shed, it had not come from these
gorgeous, hard, upswept gourds of flesh.
     
     Before Karen could remove the bra, Laura stepped closer
and lowered her face into the deep valley between the full,
round globes, planting a kiss between them, which took some
doing since they were so large that she had to push her face
down into the cleavage.  She moved her lips up from the deep
valley to Karen's smooth chest, her neck, her jaw, then
attacked her mouth heatedly, stabbing her tongue deep into
it.
     
     Laura's bra unfastened in front between the cups, and
while they were kissing Karen unclasped it.  She peeled the
fabric away and cupped Laura's small, perfect, naked breasts
in her palms, squeezing them, then drawing her fingers out
to Laura's swelling, puffy nipples, pinching them gently.
     
     "Girl, I think I want to swallow these," she whispered.
"Been a long time."
     
     Reaching around with both hands, Laura also unclasped
Karen's bra.  She skimmed the thin straps off Karen's
shoulders.  They both wriggled out of the flimsy garments,
letting them fall.  Laura raised her hands to Karen's large
breasts, caressing them, rubbing Karen's big, swelling black
nipples with her fingertips.
     
     "Who goes first?" she murmured.
     
     Without speaking, Karen slid Laura's thong down her
thighs, then slipped off her own bikini panties.  She pulled
Laura to the bed, yanking down the spread and blankets with
one hand, exposing the broad expanse of sheet.  Laura
couldn't take her eyes off Karen's voluptuous naked body,
the first woman's body she had ever made love to, still a
thrilling one, curvaceous and smooth and black, very
enticing.
     
     Karen's breasts were large, jiggling and bobbling as
they lay down together on the bed, and Laura was all over
them in an instant, filling her hands with the springy,
resilient globes, and licking Karen's large nipples
hungrily, while Karen watched.
     
     "I certainly have missed your approach," she purred
softly to Laura as Laura devoured her puffy black nipples,
now sucking them voraciously, taking each one deep into her
mouth and pulling on it sharply with her lips, making Karen
mewl excitedly.  "Oh!  Oh yes . . . oh yes, Laura!  God, you
really know how to do it!"
     
     Laura got the idea, while devouring these smooth,
delicious dark mounds of flesh, to exchange the clever
tortures they usually employed for the exquisite torture of
delay, which she had actually perfected with Karen but not
used for a while.  She would bring Karen repeatedly to the
very brink of an orgasm but refuse to let her come for a
long time, until the ultimate explosion was a true killer.
But first she had to detour from their usual direction.
     
     "Bite them!" Karen panted hoarsely, watching Laura's
fingers dig into the springy flesh of her breasts, watching
Laura suck her nipples hard and deep.  "Please . . . oh
please, Laura, bite them!  I haven't felt it for so long."
     
     "Mmmm," Laura purred, refusing, only the first of her
refusals, but continuing to tease and sweetly torment
Karen's erect, wet nipples until Karen's eyes were swimming
in a delirium of sexual need.  "I might.  But first I'm
going to make you beg, darling."
     
     "Ohhhhh Laura!"
     
     Karen was twisting and panting, and Laura began to kiss
her naked body everywhere, exploring her delicious dark skin
and smooth flesh, renewing her acquaintance with the body
she had first touched this way, kissing Karen's smooth
stomach, the bulging undersides of her heavy, large breasts,
her scrumptious smooth black thighs, her hips, her waist,
newly slim, her soft, palpitating belly, finally arriving at
the blossoming wet gash of her beautiful, open-lipped pussy.
     
     But before she could press her mouth to it, Karen
pulled her up, kissing her urgently, digging her fingers
into Laura's ass, raping her mouth.  "Oh no you don't," she
panted, squeezing Laura's breasts, dropping her mouth to
them.  "Two can play this game."
     
     She began to devour Laura's naked body just as hungrily
as Laura had devoured hers.  Like many others, she had
always loved and envied Laura's breasts, small, perfectly
shaped, with swelling, puffy coral nipples, so tempting to
the tongue.  She sucked Laura's nipples passionately with
her very sensual lips, laving them in warm spittle and lip-
pinching them cleverly, until Laura was as aroused as she
had made Karen.  She was quivering, twisting, panting,
feverish, holding Karen's head, pushing her aching breasts
up into Karen's hungry mouth.
     
     "Oh god, baby . . ." she gasped.  "You're making me so
excited.  I want it so bad."
     
     "I want you so bad.  Lie back, I'm going to fuck you.
It's been a long time since I got to fuck you, Laura."
     
     Laura had no choice.  Karen was very aggressive,
rubbing her body against Laura so that Laura could feel the
large globes of Karen's firm breasts pressing against her
stomach, her belly, as Karen voraciously sucked her
throbbing nipples.  Karen had dropped down between Laura's
thighs before Laura knew quite what was happening, and her
mouth against Laura's wet, aching pussy brought a low groan
of unbelievable pleasure involuntarily from deep in Laura's
chest.
     
     "Ohnnnnnggggg!" she moaned, arching her back, tossing
her head, feeling Karen's tongue slip up deep into her
pussy.
     
     She knew she was going to come immediately.  She was
always a quick comer, and Karen was pouring it on full-
steam, opening Laura's pussy with her fingers and licking
and stabbing and slurping it ardently.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh Karen, yes!  Right there!  Unghh!
Unghh!  Oh god, I'm going to come, honey!"
     
     Karen chuckled softly, sliding two fingers into Laura's
burbling pussy and attacking Laura's clit with her tongue
mercilessly.  "Good, you go right ahead.  I want you to
come," she murmured.
     
     Overcome by an excess of passion, she pushed Laura's
thighs up to expose her glistening pussy even more, sucking
and tonguing it so heatedly that Laura was quickly overcome
by shockwaves of coming.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Laura gasped.
     
     Then the bed opened up and swallowed her.  A fierce,
quick orgasm wrenched her body, nearly knocking her out,
squeezing the breath out of her as wave after wave of
intense spasms shook her flesh.  She writhed and arched
again, shuddering and mewling in tiny, faraway squeals as
the last electric charges made her wince, then collapse,
panting and stunned, on the bed.
     
     Karen, pleased with her work, slid up Laura's body,
kissing it along the way, until she was face to face again
with Laura.  She smiled, a warm, friendly, deeply
affectionate smile.  "It's been a while since I got the
pleasure of doing that," she said.
     
     She propped herself up by placing her hands on either
side of Laura's head, then dangled the marvelous,
magnificent full dark globes of her breasts in Laura's face,
brushing Laura's lips with her huge, silky, puffed-up
nipples.  Dazed and stunned as she was, still tingling and
throbbing from an immense climax, Laura had no trouble in
rising to the wildly desirable bait.
     
     She chased Karen's nipples with her lips, finally
catching one full, swaying breast in both hands and feeding
Karen's large nipple into her mouth, pulling on it
thirstily.  Giving a throaty gurgle of excitement, Karen
threw her head back and smiled, pushing her breast down into
Laura's face.  They rolled onto their sides, and Laura
resumed devouring Karen's large breasts and gleaming nipples
until Karen was whimpering softly.
     
     "If you gon' make me beg, girl, you're getting mighty
close," she whimpered to Laura, caressing her head as Laura
sucked her hard and heatedly.  "Bite them, Laura.  Please."
     
     "Mmmm, is that what you want?" Laura teased.
     
     "Yes!  Bite me.  I love it when you bite me.  I come so
hard."
     
     "Oh, I don't think we're going to have to worry about
that," Laura smiled, with a lilt in her voice.
     
     Laura wanted to.  They had done it so often, and Laura
knew how Karen reacted.  Her wet, swollen, black nipples,
pulpy and thick and erect in Laura's warm mouth, were wildly
tempting, delicious, sensitive.  She could feel Karen's body
quiver when she sucked them.  I will give in, I will do it,
she thought.  But only at the end.
     
     For now she sucked and pinched them until Karen was
truly frantic with need.  Then she pushed her onto her back
and slithered down her undulating, voluptuous, fleshy dark
body to her crotch, kissing Karen's silky flesh every inch
of the way.  She knew that making Laura come had aroused
Karen further, as it always did Laura, so that now she was
even closer to coming than she had been before she had
interrupted Laura the first time.
     
     Her cunt was a soupy mess, flowing with juices,
inflamed and blossoming, so wet that even her dense black
bush glistened with droplets of fuck nectar.  Laura wanted
to devour it as Karen had just devoured hers, attacking and
sucking and slurping it until Karen exploded in a hot fury
of coming.  But she knew Karen was so aroused that the
slightest touch might send her over, and she wanted to
prolong it as much as she could.
     
     "Oh!  Unhhhh!  Oh Laura . . . oh please!" Karen panted,
knowing Laura wanted her to beg.
     
     But it was not the true, desperate, delirious begging
that Laura wanted to hear.  Not yet.  Carefully, she brushed
away the wet crotch hairs from Karen's swollen cuntlips,
then spread them with her thumbs to reveal the glistening
ruby interior of Karen's hungry pussy.  I love this woman's
pussy, she thought.  The very first pussy I ever tasted.  So
tangy and hot and wet.
     
     Carefully, she extended her tongue, slipping the tip of
it between Karen's cuntlips, which she held open with her
fingers, slowly burrowing her tongue into the center of
Karen's pussy.  Karen was so wet that her juices seemed to
flow over Laura's tongue, raising her own sexual excitement
another notch.  Slowly, she fucked Karen's pussy with her
tongue, hearing the girl moan and mewl, feeling Karen's
pelvis quiver with fresh excitement.
     
     "Ohhhnnnnn!  Ohnnnn Laura . . . . anngghhh!  Oh yes . .
. oh yes!  Oh god!"
     
     She began churning her pelvis so rapidly, frantically,
that Laura was afraid she was going to come.  Quickly, she
pulled back, withdrawing her tongue from Karen's pussy and
kissing the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, even
squeezing her round, hard buns to distract her, to draw the
sensation away from her over-stimulated pussy.  This worked,
and Karen's frantic surging and churning lessened.  Her
breath slowed a little.
     
     "Oh god . . . you bitch, make me come!" she gasped, her
eyes bleary and glassy from sexual frustration as she
glowered at Laura.
     
     Laura smiled.  "Darling . . . you will come so hard,"
she purred, again applying her tongue to the inflamed wet
slit between Karen's clenching thighs.
     
     This time she licked it around the edges, running her
tongue up and down the glossy, wet, swollen black cuntlips,
avoiding the shiny red interior, avoiding the hard purplish
berry of Karen's distended clit at the top.  This drove
Karen wild, wilder than Laura had expected.  She began
clawing the flesh of her thighs with her fingers, whooping
softly, then squeezing her own breasts, twisting her nipples
in a delirious frenzy.
     
     It was very erotic for Laura to see Karen twisting and
writhing so desperately, yearning to come, more out of
control than Laura had seen her in a long time.  She knew
the girl would come at the slightest opportunity.  Karen was
overwrought, frantic, wild with need.
     
     Laura knew she could not withhold it much longer.  She
slipped two fingers into the juicy cauldron of Karen's
pussy, twisting them, feeling Karen's churning body respond
immediately.
     
     "Just push that little fist in me," Karen panted,
biting her lower lip, knowing Laura was about to deliver on
her promise.  "Do it, Laura!  Your fist!  Please . . .
please do it!  Fuck me, Laura!  Fuck me, please!  Oh!"
     
     Laura realized that to fist-fuck Karen, as Karen begged
her to do, was not exactly the kind of horrible torture they
had used on each other in the past.  There was something
stirring, and exquisitely intimate, about it that no other
sexual practice could equal, and she found herself wanting
to do it as much as Karen wanted it.  Quickly, she formed
all her fingers and her thumb into a wedge and slipped her
whole hand up into Karen's wet pussy, so oily with Karen's
own natural lubricants that the forced entry barely took a
second.
     
     "Ungghhh!" Karen groaned as Laura's hand slid into her
pussy up to the wrist.
     
     From here on it was a rocky ride.  Karen was on the
verge of coming hard, and Laura knew it.
     
     "Oh god!" Karen whimpered, eyes rolling up, her lovely
body arching, her full, large breasts jiggling as she
twisted uncontrollably.
     
     Laura wanted them badly.  With her hand still inside
Karen's pussy, she leaned forward and with her free hand
guided one luscious, bulbous black nipple into her mouth,
sucking it hard.  At the same moment, she began to ram her
fist up into Karen's cunt, twisting it, rubbing the hard
edge of her wrist bone along Karen's erect clit.  Then she
grabbed the thick bud of Karen's nipple with her teeth,
sinking them into the taut, erect areola at the same time,
feeling Karen's writhing body suddenly flex in a sharp
spasm.
     
     And then Karen began to come in volcanic explosions,
groaning and whinnying as the fierce shocks pummeled her
beautiful, shuddering body.
     
     "Auungghhhh!   Anngghiiieee!  Oh Laura . . . oh god oh
god yes!  Ungghhhh!  Auungghiiieee!" she wailed, tossing and
twisting as Laura continued to fuck her hard with her fist.
     
     Knowing they had done far worse in the past, Laura did
not give up but continued to fuck Karen hard, releasing her
nipple, grabbing her other breast, sinking her teeth into
that nipple too while raping Karen savagely again with her
hand, twisting it inside of Karen's tight pussy to let her
feel the knuckles.  After a brief dip following the sharp
spasms of her orgasm, Karen's body began to undulate under
Laura's heated assault again, and when Laura resumed fist-
raping her pussy, and biting her other nipple, she came
again, howling from intense pleasure.
     
     After this, Laura felt a little guilty, having seen the
grimaces of ecstacy mingled with pain on Karen's face.  She
knew Karen had come hard, twice, and that she had wanted to
be fucked roughly, bitten, fisted.  But somehow she wondered
if she had gone too far as she saw how slowly Karen seemed
to come back from the rape.  Karen winced and moaned as
Laura very carefully withdrew her hand from the girl's
pussy.
     
     "Ohnngg!" she groaned softly, her face screwed up in
discomfort, a fainter version of her earlier grimace.
     
     "Oh god, I didn't hurt you, did I?" Laura bent over,
whispering in concern, kissing Karen's smooth black cheek.
     
     Her hand was still shiny and wet with Karen's warm cunt
juices.  Karen looked down at it, smiling wryly.
     
     "Wipe off that wet hand before you touch me," she said
hoarsely, smiling slowly, clearly still shattered by her
double climax.
     
     Laura held it up for them both to inspect.  "It's your
own bodily fluids," she said.  "I think you even came some
more onto my hand, you were getting so excited."
     
     "I don't doubt it for a minute," Karen said, looking
completely destroyed and also very satisfied by the
experience.  "You may not believe this, but nobody has ever
fucked me as hard as you do.  For a while I was going with a
cop, remember?  He liked to handcuff me to the bed and  rape
me.  Only trouble was, he was really a pussycat deep down.
Afraid he was going to hurt me.  He also got over-excited.
He'd rip it into me a few times, and girl it was all over."
     
     Laura wiped her hand off on the edge of the sheet and
lay down face to face with Karen, embracing and kissing her
tenderly.  "I'm glad you like to be fucked by me," she
purred.  "But I was hoping we could . . . you know, do it a
little more gently this time."
     
     But Karen was still reminiscing.  "The only time you
fucked me better than this was when you clamped my boobs,
put those bad-ass clips on my nipples, and whipped my
pussy," she murmured into Laura's ear, heating them both up
again in an instant.
     
       Laura had been fucked the same way by Karen and knew
well how it felt, both harrowing, painful, and unbelievably
pleasurable sexually.  She hated to admit it to herself, but
they had probably been her most intense sexual experiences
too.  But part of her was afraid of the intensity.
     
     She had loaned the clamp, which Karen had loaned her,
to Earlene, realizing only now that she had probably done it
in hopes of avoiding temptation when she and Karen next got
together.  Because their sex really was scorching, a wildly
exciting mix of passion, tenderness, and the most thrilling
perversion.  Karen in particular had a deep masochistic
streak, loving to be whipped and bitten and tied up hard by
Laura, allowing only Laura to hurt her in these perverted
ways that resulted in such horrific climaxes for her.
     
     Laura in turn caught fire from the perverted sexual
excitement Karen received from pain and enthusiastically
allowed Karen to return the favor.  Together they had
created a depraved way of fucking that was so compelling and
wildly exciting that they could not stop it.  Even now,
after they had both come-Karen had come twice-they could
feel their blood growing hotter as Karen recalled their most
extreme moment.
     
     "You know," Laura said, fondling and caressing Karen's
large, jutting, beautiful naked breasts, "I think we can
still enjoy each other without that . . . rough stuff."
     
     "Mmmmm, but I want the rough stuff," Karen whispered.
"When you do it to me, I just die of coming.  I won't let
anyone else touch me like that.  But you, you Laura . . ."
     
     "I just made you come good without tying you up," Laura
said.
     
     Karen smiled, devilishly.  She leaned over the side of
the bed and pulled a long coil of rope out from under it,
positioning the coils between them.  With her fingers she
caressed one coil sensually, as if she were trying to arouse
it, the rope, her eyes reflecting her sexual excitement.
     
     "If you tie up my boobs and bite me again, I might set
a new record for wild orgasms," she half-smiled.
     
     "You already have the record," Laura said dryly.
     
     "I want to set a new one," Karen pouted, coiling some
of the rope around one of her naked breasts.
     
     "You're bad, girl," Laura smiled.
     
     Her dark eyes teasing Laura hotly, Karen looped another
coil of rope around her breast, pulling the two coils
tighter, so that her large, bulbous, glossy black nipple
flared and swelled, the thick center protruding beautifully,
temptingly.  Laura wanted to suck it again.
     
     "I can see the look in your eyes, Laura," Karen
murmured softly, looking up from under her heavy, sexually-
drooping eyelids.  "You want to do it.  I know you do.  You
want to tie them up and suck them and bite them and make me
come like I'm dying.  You do."
     
     Laura nodded.  "But I'm not going to."
     
     Karen half-smirked.  "What if I beg you?"
     
     Laura could not take her eyes off Karen's body.  It was
very hard to resist this temptation.  But somebody had to
resist.  She shook her head.
     
     Karen half-smiled, a secretive, sinister kind of smile.
While Laura watched, paralyzed by lust and fascination, she
proceeded to tie up her own naked breasts in much the same
way they had done it together in the past.  Carefully, she
looped coils of rope around each firm, jutting globe, three
loops around each one, pulling them tight, but not tight
enough to cut off the sensation, as she and Laura had
learned to do.
     
     She looked at Laura, again from under her eyelids,
licking her sensual lips.  "It would be easier if you would
help now," she murmured softly.  "I can't reach behind me
very well."
     
     She held out the two ends of the rope to Laura,
tempting her.  Laura was torn.  If she gave in, it would end
up like before.  Sick perversions, pain.  Incredible orgasms
for both of them, she was sure.  If she resisted, she would
either have to cause a scene by leaving, or to watch Karen
continue.  And Karen would continue.  She would end up
making herself come in front of Laura.
     
     Smiling ruefully, Laura reached out and took the
strands of rope.  Karen beamed.
     
     "I knew you'd see it my way," she said softly, her eyes
flashing dangerously.  "You love to fuck me."
     
     "I don't love to hurt you."
     
     "Yes you do.  You know how it makes me come."
     
     All true, Laura thought, swallowing.  She could feel
her own pussy flowing and burbling with fresh warm juice, a
clear indication that she was wildly aroused again herself.
She had not done this for a while but was surprised to find
how she remembered every detail.
     
     Karen had already ensnared her own luscious breasts in
coils of rope, so Laura crisscrossed the remaining strands
over her lovely, glossy black body, separating her breasts,
even running one strand of rope down between her thighs,
carefully working it into the wet, open groove of Karen's
pussy, then up behind her, over her shoulder, under the knot
between her strangled breasts.  Laura remembered how Randi
loved this, how just a few sharp yanks of the rope were
enough to make her simply burst in hot strings of orgasms.
That fucking witch Rhonda won't do this for you, honey, she
thought, maliciously.
     
     She couldn't recall if she and Karen had ever done it
precisely this way, but by the time she had completed the
trussing, Karen was moaning softly and shaking.  She was on
her side.  Laura had tied her wrists and ankles together
behind her, and Karen was completely, deliciously
vulnerable, her swollen breasts bursting from the tight
coils of rope, her bulbous nipples protruding, shiny, the
centers pointing, erect, tempting Laura's mouth.
     
     Oh, I do want to fuck her and rape her! she realized,
feeling wild sexual excitement course through her body.
Karen was cooing and mewling, her eyes glazed with mild fear
and urgent need.
     
     Laura bent close to her face, kissing her, teasing her,
tweaking her swollen nipples with her fingers.  "The gag,"
she whispered menacingly.  "Where is the gag?  You're going
to need gagging, darling."
     
     "Closet," Karen panted, nodding in that direction.
"Behind the door.  In the box."
     
     Laura hopped off the bed and retrieved the gag, a
yellow ball gag with a black strap.
     
     She returned to the bed with it and snapped it into
place quickly, watching Karen's sexual excitement grow as
the yellow ball filled her mouth.  She resumed whimpering,
looking up at Laura with wide, imploring eyes, knowing that
if Laura had given in, she could now expect the violent
fucking she craved.  Laura gave her a deeply sinister smile
and rubbed her hands roughly, aggressively all over Karen's
luscious naked body, squeezing her throttled breasts hard,
digging her fingers into the hard flesh and watching the
taut skin shine.
     
     It was then that she got a sudden idea.  Karen's
tightly-trussed breasts were so hard and elongated from the
stranglehold of the coils of rope around them that they
stuck out more than ever from her body.  Her nipples were
also swollen and protruding, the stiff, thick centers
jutting up like bullets from the black cones of her erect
areolas.  The irresistible notion came to Laura that she
could insert one huge nipple right into her dripping, oozing
pussy, and fuck herself with Karen's breast.
     
     "Oh honey," she purred, panting pretty fast herself by
now, "you're going to fuck me first.  Before you can have
your wonderful climax, you have to give me one.  This way."
     
     It was awkward, but by lifting one leg over Karen's hog-
tied body she could guide one of Karen's firm, almost
conical breasts into her crotch, using one hand.  Karen
quickly realized what Laura was going to do and began
squirming and whinnying excitedly too, watching as Laura
guided her swollen, bursting black nipple up into the open,
wet, inflamed groove of her cunt.
     
     Both of them were nearly paralyzed by the acute
sensations as Karen's swollen nipple touched the glistening
wet inner flesh of Laura's gaping pussy.
     
     "Unhhh!" Laura gasped.  "Oh god!"
     
     For a second she nearly lost her balance.  The feelings
were intense and electrifying.
     
     "Mnngghhoowwmm!" Karen groaned into the ball gag,
flexing and twisting, watching Laura begin to move her thick
black nipple up and down in Laura's long, puckering pink
slit.
     
     As for Laura, she was already so aroused again by the
spectacle of Karen tying up her own breasts, and by taking
over for her afterward and tying the rest of her delectable
body up tightly, that she was on the verge of coming almost
from the first touch of Karen's nipple to her sensitive
pussy.  When she drew the hard, rubbery center nub of
Karen's nipple across her throbbing clit for the first time,
she nearly came unglued.
     
     "Annghhh!" she groaned, biting her lower lip, feeling
her body quiver as fresh impulses of sexual electricity shot
through her body.  "Oh . . . oh Karen . . . oh yes!  Unhhh!"
     
     On top of the physical thrill of it, both girls were
mesmerized by the stirring aesthetic contrast of Karen's
dark breast and shiny, jet-black nipple, wet with Laura's
copious cunt juices, sliding against the creamy skin of
Laura's thighs, her bronze-gold crotch hair, and the
glistening pink folds of her beautiful pussy.  The beauty of
their bodies touching in this most intimate way aroused them
both even more, and Laura, being the only one who could
really move effectively, began gyrating more rapidly,
forcefully, pushing her pussy down into Karen's breast,
raking her clit with Karen's erect nipple, until she
suddenly felt her groin muscles flex involuntarily and knew
it was here.
     
     "Oh god . . . now!" she cried out, feeling the wave of
hot coming hit her.  "Auungghiiieee!  Ohnngghh!  Unnngghhh!"
     
     The force of her climax was so strong that her knee, on
which she was propped up, collapsed under her, and she fell
to the bed facing Karen, still throbbing and moaning as the
shocks of her orgasm wracked her body.  Karen watched.
Laura came, now reaching down to her pussy and rubbing it
frantically with her fingers, twisting and panting, until it
was over.
     
     Bleary-eyed, she looked at Karen's face, disfigured by
the gag bulging out of her mouth, and at her breast, still
soaked with the juice she had left on it, the thick nipple
wet and glimmering and oily-looking.
     
     "Oh honey," she said, licking it hungrily, "you made me
come so hard with your beautiful boob.  Your boob just
fucked my pussy into heaven."
     
     With hardly a pause, she scooped up the hard, wet gourd
of flesh and fed Karen's nipple into her mouth, sucking it
passionately, making Karen groan and writhe, struggling
against the rope that bound her glossy body.  Both of them
knew this conflagration was about to erupt into a firestorm.
     
     Laura grabbed the end of the rope with her other
hand-the one not holding and squeezing Karen's hard, bulging
breast-and began to pull it up as she sucked and gently
bit Karen's bulbous nipples.  This made the strand bite into
Karen's splayed pussy and sharply increased the tension on
the coils binding her breasts, making her whinny and clench
in a fit of pain and pleasure that only aroused them both
further.  Laura began to bite her nipples harder, sinking
her teeth into one distended bulb, hearing Karen's gurgle of
pain deep in her chest.
     
     Now they were thrashing around wildly on Karen's bed,
crumpling the sheets up under their struggling bodies,
gasping and panting almost hysterically.  Laura fleetingly
wondered if they had ever had such wild sex, but she
realized they had; they had just not done this for a while.
She released Karen's breast from her hand, but not from her
mouth, slipping the hand down to Karen's groin again,
feeling an overwhelming desire to fist fuck her again at
this penultimate moment.
     
     "Ummngghhhpphh!" Karen groaned into the yellow ball in
her mouth, her eyes delirious in a hot frenzy of nearly
unbearable lust.
     
     Since she could only breathe through her nose, her
breath intakes were loud and rapid, adding to the air of
intense desperation that enveloped them both.  Laura again
formed her fingers into a small wedge and slid her whole
fist up into Karen's soupy warm pussy, feeling her hand
slide in easily as the passage was so well-lubricated.
Karen gave a brief groan, her tormented eyes catching
Laura's.  She nodded vigorously, grunting in a nearly
animalistic need at the same time, as if telling Laura that
she wanted it, wanted it all.
     
     For Karen's pussy to accommodate Laura's fist, the
strand of rope had to be pushed aside, and now it rubbed
against the side of Laura's wrist as she pulled it tighter,
yanking it now, mainly to squeeze and torment Karen's
throttled breasts further as she continued to suck and bite
them.  She released the one nipple she had been tormenting,
the one she had fucked her own pussy with, and turned to the
other one, beginning to twist her fist inside Karen's tight,
wet channel, and to plunge it in deeper.
     
     "Ummggnnngghh!" Karen groaned, throwing her head back,
her body arching in its tight bonds, reacting to Laura's
love assault.
     
     She began breathing even more rapidly, and a low,
hysterical wail began to emanate from deep in her throat,
her flesh trembling as Laura began to fuck and bite her
harder, bringing her to the pinnacle she craved.  Even
though it was hard for her to move since she was so tightly
trussed with rope, she made instinctive attempts to thrust
her pelvis forward into Laura's plunging fist, whimpering
each time it sank deep into her pussy, whinnying even more
piteously as Laura's teeth sank into her bulbous nipple.
     
     Then, with only the slightest warning-a twitch, a
gargled, muffled cry of excruciating anticipation-she began
to come in great, shattering convulsions.
     
     "Aauuggmmnnpghh!" she groaned loudly into the ball gag,
twitching and writhing violently as a torrent of wrenching
spasms gripped her body.
     
     Laura eased up as the shockwaves seemed to subside, but
before Karen could completely relax and recover, she turned
up the intensity level again, twisting her fist inside
Karen's body slowly, then faster, and returning to the first
nipple she had bitten, licking and sucking it passionately.
She also began to pull up on the rope again, and the
combination of these activities soon had Karen on the verge
of another orgasm in under a minute.
     
     Her sexual excitement seemed to transmit itself through
her skin and the atmosphere to Laura too, who realized that
she was again very close to a climax herself, a sort of
sympathetic orgasm, resulting from the fierce fucking she
was giving Karen.  She knew she could come too, with very
little aid, and managed to open her thighs and press her
throbbing, gaping pussy down onto one of Karen's kneecaps,
grinding her pelvis down, feeling Karen's knobby bone bite
into the wet inner flesh of her flooding cunt.
     
     "Unhhgg!  Ungghhh!" she grunted, gagging deliriously on
her own consuming sexual excitement, fucking Karen harder,
then devouring her juicy wet black nipple again, biting it
in a frenzied fit of passion, jamming her aching cunt into
Karen's hard knee bone.
     
     And Karen, hurtling toward another cataclysmic orgasm
of her own, realized what Laura was doing.  Though she could
not move much, being tightly tied, she jabbed her knee
upward as Laura pushed her cunt down into it, and together
the two of them dissolved into a shrieking pile of writhing
flesh as their climaxes arrived at nearly the same second.
Karen's orgasm was even more violent than her first one,
nearly making her pass out, and she lay moaning and
twitching under Laura as Laura herself shuddered and groaned
in fit of intense ecstacy, her pussy still glued to Karen's
hard kneecap.
     
     Finally, the spasms faded enough for both of them to
move again, their bodies slowly returning to normal after
the hot, wrenching blast of these pleasurable convulsions.
Silently, Laura set about untying Karen's body, carefully
peeling the rope away and tenderly caressing and kissing the
crinkled rope indentations in the skin under her pendulous
breasts.
     
     "Oh baby . . . I hurt you," she cooed, kissing Karen's
bulging black nipples, which she had ravaged so hungrily.
     
     Karen sighed finally, as Laura removed the ball gag
from her mouth.  "God, girl . . . you did!" she gasped.  She
smiled, an intimate smile that resonated with all the love-
torture they had performed on one another over the past few
years.  "It was heaven.  There's nothing like Laura to make
your body stand up and just quiver with pain."
     
     Laura brushed one big, beautiful, black nipple,
actually wanting to suck it again.  "Do they hurt?  I can
never get enough of your incredible nipples."
     
     "You could say they hurt," Karen said, with a menacing
stare, leavened by a knowing grin.  "You could say that.
You just about bit them off."
     
     Laura felt ashamed.  She had given in to her worst
instincts, exactly what she had hope they would be able to
avoid.  But the fucking had been more wildly exciting than
any they had indulged in for a while.  There seemed to be no
way they could completely avoid encounters like this one.
Together they were combustible.
     
     Now, having raped and ravished one another, they could
yield to the love impulse, which always seemed to enfold
them at this stage.  From the beginning, they had finished
their encounters with a painstakingly slow and sensual
fucking, murmuring and kissing and tenderly stroking one
another into a sweet, shared, mutual orgasm that seemed to
put the seal of deep affection on the more outrageous sexual
violence they may have committed earlier.  Now was no
different.
     
     Laura lay face to face with Karen, kissing her
tenderly, stroking her cheek, smiling.  "I like this part
the best," she whispered.  "When I get to love you."
     
     Karen smiled back.  "I like this part the best.  And
the other part too.  We wouldn't feel this way about each
other if we hadn't hurt each other first."
     
     "You're so . . . honest," Laura said, reproving her.
"Maybe we could."
     
     Karen shook her head.  "You know we couldn't."
     
     Laura wondered.  They made slow, sensual love, fucking
with a very great and patient skill, bringing each other to
peaks of pleasure that were completely unlike the fierce
paroxysms of their earlier, more violent climaxes.  And when
it was finally over, they kissed at Karen's door, not daring
to spend the night, knowing that neither one would be able
to walk by morning if they did.
     
     Laura drove home, humming, thinking, feeling the
aching, distant throbbing in her pussy that reminded her of
what they had done.
     
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