Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, toys, sm
Part: Chapter 60
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 60


          Laura finally got a letter from Jonelle.  She was so upset 
    when she saw the handwriting on the envelope that she felt faint and 
    had to take a few deep breaths before locking her mailbox again.  It 
    was postmarked Dallas, Texas, and she nearly ripped the envelope 
    trying to get it open in the elevator, on the way up to her 
    apartment.

    Dear Laura,

    You know I would have written you sooner if I could.  It's not easy 
    even now.  But I'm not writing to hurt you back, or twist the knife, 
    or anything like that.  For a long time I thought I wouldn't need to 
    write you at all.  But something inside me makes me need to tell you 
    that I really did love you, a love so deep it scared me.  And I 
    don't blame you for what you did.  I know you and Yvette were lovers 
    before you met me, and it's hard to turn your back on that.  I 
    probably would have lied, too.

    Now that I know we won't see each other again, I can tell you that I 
    still think of you often.  I also remember the times we spent 
    together.  All of them.  Nothing like that ever happened to me in my 
    life.  And I won't ever do it again, because there won't be anyone 
    else like you.  And the thought of doing it with someone else makes 
    me sick.

    I think of you all the time and I still love you, I think.  I'm 
    crying now and can't finish this as I wanted to.  But don't feel bad 
    because of me.  And I don't hate you.  Be careful who you let . . . 
    oh you know.

    Love,

    Jonelle



          Laura's hands were shaking by the end.  Her own eyes blurred 
    with tears.  And worst of all, she could feel herself getting wet as 
    she read it.  She hated herself for that, for being so sexual, for 
    letting lust interfere with her deep, pure, true longing for 
    Jonelle.

          And yet, even Jonelle had referred to it in her letter, which 
    Laura read about fifty times before dinner.  Jonelle had said she 
    remembered their moments together.  All of them.  That told Laura 
    she remembered every kiss, every touch, every orgasm.  And Laura 
    remembered each one too, there had been so few.

          Her first thought was, God, I've got to fly to Dallas and just 
    search until I find her!  But her common sense told her that would 
    not work.  There were a thousand barriers to finding Jonelle, and 
    Laura couldn't just leave her job, either.  But neither could she 
    give up the hope of seeing her again.  After all, Jonelle had 
    written  She said she loves me, Laura thought.  She didn't have to 
    write, and she didn't have to write that.  So there's hope.

          After her wild afternoon with Shawn and Yvette, Laura hadn't 
    had sex for nearly two weeks.  It was always hard for Yvette to get 
    away, and of course she saw Karen only rarely.  She had called 
    Barbara once, but Barbara was out of town for the holidays.  That 
    left only Chanitra, and Laura had always waited for Chanitra to 
    contact her.  You couldn't exactly be calling up a teenaged girl for 
    a fuck-date, especially when you were the same sex.

          And so when Karen phoned, she was very receptive, even happy.  
    Oh god, you saved me from myself, she thought as they talked.  And 
    yet that wasn't really true, since they both brought out, if not the 
    worst, certainly the most depraved side, in each other.  Last time 
    Karen had even asked to be whipped in the pussy, and Laura had 
    obliged her.  Karen had had excruciating orgasms, and Laura could 
    feel her blood race just remembering it.  But it was also appalling.  
    She was appalled that Karen would ask for it, and that she herself 
    would do it. 

          And so they were both skittish about getting together again, 
    as usual.  "So, what do you think?  Should we see each other?" Karen 
    asked, tentatively, feeling Laura out.

          "Do you think we can control . . . you know, the urges?" Laura 
    asked.

          "I don't know.  We never have yet."

          "I know."

          "But the more we talk about it, the more aroused I'm getting."

          "Me too."

          "You want to come over here?"

          "Okay," Laura said.  "But no . . . whipping this time.  Okay?"

          "Of course.  No . . . what you said."

          "Promise?"

          "I promise."

          But Laura could feel them both losing control even as she 
    drove to Karen's apartment.  The two of them were like colliding 
    trains.  When they got together naked, anything could happen, and 
    usually did.  With each other they were both deeply perverted, and 
    as long as it didn't draw blood, they were capable of nearly 
    anything.

          Laura particularly remembered the red rings that Karen's tight 
    thongs had left around her breasts just before her second night with 
    Jonelle.  She recalled how anxious she had been that Jonelle would 
    discover them, how embarrassed she was when Jonelle did see them, 
    but also how shockingly hard she came when Karen had done it.  

    Somehow the linkage with Jonelle in her mind made her blood race 
    even more wildly.  She needed the hot, depraved, even painful sex 
    with Karen to blot out the hurt.

          Karen met her at the door wearing a diaphanous peach shortie 
    nightgown, looking absolutely ravishing.  One look at her and Laura 
    briefly wondered why she herself bothered with other girls.  This 
    one gave her everything she could imagine, including a strong, 
    almost toxic, dose of perversion.

          Karen's large, beautifully-shaped breasts were shadowed 
    fetchingly under the peach gauzy fabric, the large protruding bulbs 
    of her black nipples making alluring bumps in it.  

          "God, I could eat you alive," Laura said to her, stepping 
    inside.

          "I was hoping you'd feel that way," Karen smiled, closing the 
    door and slowly, theatrically fastening the bolt.  "You may get your 
    chance."

          Laura reached for her, but Karen moved back, smiling 
    seductively.  "I want it.  I want you," Laura murmured.

          "Not so fast," Karen smiled, eyes glittering with mischief.  
    "How about a little build-up?"

          "I haven't had a climax in two weeks," Laura said.  "I'm 
    desperately horny, and you're gorgeous."

          "You all say that," Karen winked.  "Just want me for my body."

          "And what a body."

          "You like?" Karen pirouetted, showing her profile.

          "How does rape sound?"

          "Mmmmm, not violent enough," Karen grinned.

          Laura came closer.  "I want to tie you up and fuck you," she 
    breathed.

          Karen's eyes rolled up.  "Oh god yes!"

          She embraced Laura, undressing her as they kissed.  Laura 
    slipped her hands under the nightgown and ran them all over Karen's 
    smooth, warm body.  Karen's lips on her neck made her cunt flood 
    with warm juice, and her pulse raced as she felt her shirt sliding 
    off her arms, and Karen's fingers unclasping her bra.

          "In the bedroom," Laura whispered to her, "in the bedroom.  
    Come on, let's go in there."

          "It's been too long," Karen said, filling her hands with 
    Laura's perfect naked breasts.

          "I know."

          Without letting go of one another, they somehow got into 
    Karen's bedroom.  Laura kicked off her shoes and dropped her skirt 
    in under two seconds.  Karen knelt, kissing Laura's smooth creamy 
    belly while skimming Laura's panties down her spectacular legs.

          Laura wanted Karen's delectable body too, but Karen was too 
    insistent.  Before Laura knew it, Karen had her on her back, was 
    hovering over her, scooping up her breasts, then nearly swallowing 
    them, bringing harsh, ecstatic moans from deep in Laura's throat.  
    And then she was licking Laura's pussy, then attacking it 
    passionately, making Laura arch and quiver and cry out.

          And then a sharp, sudden, devastating orgasm wrenched her, 
    without warning.

          "Aungghh!  Oh god!" she groaned, shocked by the fierce uprush 
    of coming.  "Ohnnggmnnnaauunnggh!" 

          Unlike most of her orgasms, this one buckled her body, 
    throwing her into wild, convulsive spasms of blinding pleasure.  She 
    jerked spastically, grunting and moaning helplessly, until it 
    released her, then lay panting and dazed as Karen's smiling face 
    looked down at her.

          "Gosh, you really know how to make a girl feel welcome, don't 
    you," she croaked up at Karen.

          "You were telling the truth about being horny," Karen smiled.

          "Mmmmm, I still am," Laura grinned, sliding her hands under 
    Karen's diaphanous nightgown and up her delicious smooth body to her 
    dangling breasts.  "I want these.  

          Karen reached down and slowly pulled the wispy nightie up, 
   pulling it over her head.  Her magnificent breasts swelled and 
   thrusted forward as she raised her arms.  Her large satiny black 
   nipples gleamed, the areolas swollen and puffy, the center stems 
   thick and protruding, and Laura thought in a flash of the difference 
   between Karen's and Shawn's breasts.

          Both of them had large breasts, though now Shawn's were 
   ridiculously big.  But Karen's were beautifully-shaped, pear-shaped 
   though large, her nipples swelling and uptilting, whereas Shawn had 
   really ruined hers for the sake of men who liked big boobs.  Shawn's 
   breasts were too unnaturally round, and her nipples were now 
   flattened across the hard balls, with only a little bit of each 
   center nub pushing up.

          Laura had always loved Karen's breasts, and now, still lying 
   on her back with Karen dangling the full, upswept beauties in her 
   face, she took one firm globe in both hands and swirled her tongue 
   around Karen's large, protruding nipple.  Karen watched eagerly, her 
   eyes glowing and throbbing excitedly as her nipple slowly disappeared 
   into Laura's mouth.

          "Oh Jesus!" she said, under her breath.  "God . . . Laura!"

          Laura squeezed the firm breast with her fingers and sucked 
   Karen's nipple passionately, until Karen's arms, which were propping 
   her up over Laura, began to shake.  Laura let the wet nipple out of 
   her mouth, staring hotly up at Karen.  Then she took Karen's other 
   breast in her hands and did the same thing to it. 

          By the time she finally released the second wet nipple, Karen 
   was moaning and shaking.  Quickly, she left the bed, opened a dresser 
   drawer, and returned with . . . the long leather thongs.  Laura could 
   feel a hot squirt of heightened sexual excitement in herself as she 
   saw them.

          "You want to go right to it?" she asked softly, running her 
   hands all over Karen's delectable breasts, gently pinching the large, 
   sensitive nipples she had just been sucking.

          "You said you wanted to tie me up and fuck me," Karen said, 
    dark eyes throbbing.  "Here's your chance."

          Laura looked at the girl's incredible, jutting breasts, their 
    swollen, damp nipples still glimmering with her own saliva.  "I've 
    never been able to turn you down," she murmured, solemnly.

          "I know," Karen said, handing the thongs to Laura.

          Slowly, since both of them got an extra charge out of the very 
    process, Laura began to wrap the thongs around Karen's breasts.  
    They both watched as each dark globe began to swell.  Karen's huge 
    nipples began to swell too, bursting off the surface of her bulging, 
    throttled breasts, two hard strangled balls of flesh now with 
    protruding black bulbs exploding out from the centers.

          Holding the strands of the thongs tightly in one hand, Laura 
    shook the taut, swollen balls of Karen's breasts back and forth, 
    teasing Karen's bursting nipples with the tip of her tongue.

          "Ohh!" Karen gasped, wincing and panting excitedly as her 
    distended nipples danced past Laura's mouth, lashed by Laura's 
    tongue.  "Unhh!  Oh god!  Oh shit . . . Laura . . . please!" she 
    whimpered, quivering uncontrollably.

          "Mmmmm, I see they're still as sensitive as ever," Laura 
    murmured, teasing Karen more heatedly now, catching her nipples 
    between her teeth and threatening the very brutal treatment that 
    Karen was begging for.

          "Oh!  Oh . . . oh god!" Karen moaned.  "The gag, baby, the 
    gag.  I can't take it."

          "Where is it?" Laura asked.

          "Same drawer."

          "You'll have to wait while I tie this knot."

          Carefully, adding insult to injury, she wrapped the thongs a 
    few more times around Karen's bursting, tortured breasts, then 
    knotted them at the side.  Both girls were shaking, so quickly had 
    they plunged one another into the depraved mania of their wild 
    shared perversions.  Laura found the gag and had it fastened in 
    place on Karen's head in under a minute, the ball tightly between 
    Karen's teeth.

          "Now, baby, now . . ." she threatened in a husky, quavering, 
    lust-clotted voice, pulling Karen down on the sheet, lowering her 
    lips to the girl's bursting, tortured breasts, and bringing one hand 
    up between Karen's quivering, sleek, black thighs at the same time.

          Karen was almost coming already, her pussy so wet that the 
    warm juice was running down the inside her of smooth thighs.  She 
    whimpering hysterically and churned her hips, arching her back to 
    push her tortured breasts up into Laura's face.

          "God, you're so wet," Laura said, feeling her fingers bathed 
    in Karen's buttery juices as she slid two of them up into the girl's 
    hot, squirmy trench.

          This time there would be no steamy build-up.  They had got to 
    it so fast, and Laura knew they were on a collision course.  The 
    instant her fingers touched Karen's pussy, Karen's body began 
    undulating wildly.  Laura sucked one large, bursting nipple into her 
    mouth, sucking hard, then closing her teeth over it, biting it and 
    hearing Karen's strangled cries, muffled by the ball in her mouth.

          Karen's flipping, surging body went out of control, and Laura 
    had no choice but to fuck her roughly and completely, without any 
    delay.  She plunged her fingers into Karen's runny slit, releasing 
    the first nipple and quickly sinking her teeth into the other one, 
    fucking Karen hard, scissoring Karen's clit and yanking it brutally.  
    Karen spilled over in shocking torrents of coming almost 
    immediately.

          "Nnnggmmmmmphh!" she grunted into the ball gag, her eyes 
    fiery, demented by paralyzing jolts of ecstacy.

          Still holding the thongs tightly in one hand, Laura shook 
    Karen's imprisoned breasts sharply, continuing to suck and bite 
    Karen's huge, swollen, wet nipples savagely, while her other hand 
    raped Karen's pussy.  There was no other word for it but rape as she 
    gouged another, and yet another wrenching, incapacitating orgasm 
    from Karen's flexing, clenching, shuddering body.

          Finally, after three horrific climaxes, Karen's muscles went 
    slack.  She fell back to the mattress, gasping horribly for breath 
    through the gag, which Laura quickly unfastened.  Then she lay 
    keening and sobbing softly from the release, as Laura gently unwound 
    the thongs from the girl's tortured breasts and tried to caress them 
    back to life.

          "God, I didn't know you were going to try to kill me," Karen 
    half-croaked, smiling at Laura, tears still staining her cheeks.

          She winced as Laura kissed the marks the thongs had made under 
    her breasts, and even gasped with pain as Laura's lips again found 
    her nipples.

          "Ouch!  They hurt!" she whimpered.  "You bit them so hard."

          "You loved it," Laura murmured, sucking both nipples again 
    tenderly, until Karen was cooing and sighing and enjoying it.

          "If you keep doing that, I'll make you fuck me again," Karen 
    panted.

          "Make me?  How are you going to make me?"

          Karen pulled her down on the bed, then rolled on top of her, 
    bunching both of Laura's small, perfect breasts up in her hands, 
    squeezing them roughly

          "Mmmmm, I'm going to rape you so viciously that you'll want to 
    get back at me," Karen whispered.

          Laura was suddenly filled with such a hot, alarming flux of 
    lust and strong emotions that she began to tremble and whimper 
    excitedly.  Not only was she overcome by the usual depravity that 
    Karen and she always shared kicking in.  But her anguish over the 
    letter from Jonelle mixed with it, and her loss of Cecilia, along 
    with the wild arousal she was already experiencing from having 
    fucked Karen so hard only minutes ago.

          "God, I want it, I want it!" she murmured crazily to Karen.

          And then, she found the wild idea entering her brain, the 
    forbidden idea, the horrible idea, the idea they had promised to 
    forswear.  And yet they both knew, deep down, that what Karen had 
    experienced, Laura would sooner or later experience too.

          "I want you to . . . whip me," she said to Karen, in a shaky 
    voice.

          Karen's black eyes flared.  "We promised we wouldn't."

          "I know.  I . . . want it anyway."

          Karen pinned Laura to the bed, kissing her tenderly, movingly, 
    her kiss imbued with all the deep emotion they had for one another 
    after over a year of this dangerous fucking.  

          "You know I can't refuse you," she whispered to Laura.

          "I know."

          "It hurts."

          "I know.  I saw you.  I heard you scream."

          "You still want it?"

          Laura nodded.  "I saw you come, too."

          Karen smiled in a fetching though sinister way.  She reached 
    under the bed and pulled out the long white rope, the rope she and 
    Laura had first used on each other long ago, many shattering orgasms 
    ago.  Laura could feel her heart and pulse leap with fear and wild 
    excitement inside her body.

          Karen started slowly, giving Laura plenty of time both to back 
    down and to anticipate the delicious pain she had requested.  She 
    tied each of Laura's ankles to the foot of the bed, splaying Laura's 
    legs and exposing the glistening, pink cleft of Laura's pussy, which 
    was now so wet that it was dripping onto her ass.  

          "You don't think I can whip this beautiful pussy without 
    kissing it first, do you?" Karen said.

          Karen knew how to tease.  She and Laura had perfected it to a 
    high art, and Laura was so overwrought with incredible sexual need 
    at this moment that Karen's teasing was a fierce torment.  For the 
    next five minutes she alternated between slowly licking Laura's 
    inflamed, puckering, flowing pussy, and then dangling her luscious 
    breasts in Laura's face, giggling softly as Laura's lips chased her 
    huge, popping nipples.

          But Laura's hands were not yet tied.  When Karen was licking 
    her pussy, she grabbed and squeezed and pinched her own breasts, 
    churning her hips, moaning insistently.  And when Karen's breasts 
    were dangling in her face, she grabbed them and stuffed her mouth 
    with Karen's nipples, nearly bringing them both quickly to the brink 
    of an unplanned explosion.

          "Owwnncchh!" Karen cried out, pulling her wet nipple out of 
    Laura's voracious mouth.  "God, haven't you bit me enough?"

          Laura's eyes danced with fire.  "I want you to hurt me," she 
    said, now panting uncontrollably.

          "Hon', you gon' get your wish," Karen said, grabbing the rope 
    and quickly tying Laura's hands too.

          She didn't tie them to the headstand, but instead behind 
    Laura's back, so that Laura had to lie back on her own arms very 
    uncomfortably, a position that made her breasts jut dramatically 
    forward.  And now, eyes blazing, Karen snatched up the leather 
    thongs and began to wrap them around Laura's naked breasts.

          Laura, her eyes streaked with fear now, watched her breasts 
    swell into hard round upjutting cones, discolored purplish by 
    entrapped blood, her thick coral nipples flaring and shiny.  

          "God, those are so hard and pointy," Karen said.  "I could 
    even fuck my pussy on one of those."

          Both remembered when Laura had done that on one of Karen's 
    strangled breasts, months ago, squatting over Karen, holding Karen's 
    throttled breast in one hand, and rubbing her clit all over Karen's 
    hard nipple until she exploded with coming.  

          "No . . . do me," she whimpered to Karen.  "Please do me, oh 
    please, Karen!  God, I need it.  Hard, do me hard."

          Again the sinister smile passed over Karen's face.  "'Do me'?" 
    she said.  "What does that mean, 'Do me'?  You can't say it?  You 
    can't tell me what you want?"

          "You know what I want," Laura said, in a weak, quavering 
    voice.  "Whip me."

          "Where?  In this beautiful wet pussy that I'm going to kiss 
    and suck right now?"

          "Ohhnnnn . . . ohhnngg god!" Laura groaned, delirious with 
    lust as Karen's clever mouth met her pussy.

          In only fifteen seconds Karen brought her to the verge of a 
    screaming climax, then pulled away just in time, stopping it, 
    leaving Laura gagging and panting hysterically. 

          "Oh shit . . . oh shit!" Laura panted.  "Fuck me . . . do it, 
    rape me, whip me, please, Karen, please!  Do it!"

          "Mmmmm, I guess it's time for old gageroo, honey," Karen 
    teased, dangling the harness in front of Laura's glazed eyes.  
    "Baby, you gon' come hard."

          "Please!" Laura begged, her beautiful face contorted with 
    incredible need.

          "Oh yes, oh yes," Karen murmured, unable to resist brushing 
    Laura's face with her own upswept, spectacular naked breasts before 
    fastening the ball gag in place.

          Now, Laura knew, there was no turning back.  Her bound body 
    writhed and struggled, her pelvis quivering uncontrollably, her eyes 
    streaked with terror.  God, it's going to hurt!  God, it's going to 
    hurt! her mind repeated over and over again.  She watched Karen go 
    to the drawer and take out the long, thin whip, with the small 
    leather square on the tip.  Her body tensed when she saw it.

          Smiling, caressing the whip with her long, dark fingers, Karen 
    stood beside the bed.  She extended the whip and ran the small 
    leather tip of it all over Laura's writhing body, until Laura was 
    grunting softly and whimpering crazily.  When the tip of the whip 
    grazed her swollen, throbbing nipples, she shut her eyes, expecting 
    the worse.  She opened them just in time to see Karen raise it, then 
    snap it down on one bursting nipple, making Laura almost leap into 
    the air as a sharp, sexual pain shot through her breast.

          Karen's eyes glittered.  "God, you liked that, didn't you," 
    she gasped.  "Let's see how the other one likes it."

          Quickly, she snapped Laura's other nipple too with the whip, 
    two quick snaps that left Laura seeing red, her nipple throbbing 
    with pain.  But through the glaze of pain she could still follow the 
    end of the whip with her eyes as Karen maliciously drew it slowly 
    down her body to her crotch.

          "Unngmmnnggh!" she groaned into the gag as Karen tickled her 
    cuntlips with it, teasing her, tantalizing her, threatening her.

          Laura writhed and strained against the ropes.  Her whole, 
    trussed body vibrated with fantastic sexual tremors.  All the 
    things, all the weird, perverted things they had done together in 
    the past couldn't match this.  She knew why Karen had begged her, 
    and now why she had begged Karen.  It was sick, it was depraved, but 
    she was shaking uncontrollably with the most excruciating sexual 
    excitement she had ever experienced.

          "Oh, baby, you're so hot," Karen murmured, finally brushing 
    Laura's swollen, hard clit with the whip.  "You want it right here, 
    don't you.  Right here."

          "Unnghaauhggnh!" Laura groaned, nodding her head, squirming 
    pitifully.

          "Well, here it comes, honey.  Right . . . now!"

          Laura watched the whip end rise, then snap down, a direct hit 
    on her splayed, wet pussy.  It did not land on her clit but squarely 
    in the center of her puckered furrow.  Pain shot through her body, 
    and she almost passed out, but forced herself to remain conscious, 
    so that she could feel the worst.  She knew Karen would whip her 
    everywhere but her clit, at first.  The only question was, how fast 
    would she come?  Would it take three blows, four, five? 

          Karen said nothing but snapped Laura's vulnerable wet pussy 
    twice more with the whip, each blow harder than the last.  Laura's 
    bound body rose up off the bed with each stroke, quivering and 
    straining at the ropes, her cries strangled in her throat by the 
    ball stuffed into her mouth.  Finally, on the fourth blow, the 
    square leather tip of the whip landed directly on Laura's clit, 
    sending her into convulsions that quickly turned into a fierce, 
    horrific, excruciating orgasm as Karen brought the whip down again, 
    and again on the same spot.

          "Uuunggmhhpphh!  Owwnngggg!  Aununggghiiieee!" she wailed, her 
    body surging, writhing, rising off the bed with each blow, then 
    dissolving into uncontrollable convulsions of almost unbearable 
    rapture.

          By now Karen had discarded the whip and replaced it with her 
    mouth.  She lay between Laura's quaking thighs, licking and sucking 
    Laura's wounded pussy until the horrific whipping orgasm was quickly 
    followed by a long, undulating second climax, just as intense as the 
    first, though not as painful.  When she began to recover from it, 
    she looked down to see Karen unwinding the thongs from her breasts, 
    then kissing them, then sucking her nipples, then biting them while 
    hand-fucking Laura passionately, until Laura spilled over in yet a 
    third jolting, shattering orgasm.

          And now she was finished.  She could barely move.

          "You didn't tell me it would be like that," she said in a 
    hushed, totally drained voice, after Karen removed the gag.

          "You didn't ask me," Karen smiled.  "And you don't realize how 
    envious I am."

          "God, I don't know whether I could ever do it to you again now 
    that I know what it's like," Laura confessed, looking at the marks 
    on her body.

          "I don't know how you couldn't," Karen said. 
 
          "It's just so . . . extreme."

          "It sure made me extremely horny, doing it to you.  You don't 
    have to go that far, Laura, but do you suppose you have enough 
    strength left to fuck me?"

          "Mmmmm, I suppose I do," Laura smiled, pushing Karen onto her 
    back, suddenly in a hurry to thank the girl for the incredible 
    experience she had just provided Laura.

          She remembered how guilty she had felt after doing it to 
    Karen, and how Karen had made her forget her guilt the same way.  
    They coiled together in a perfect rhythm of fucking, borne of many 
    months of learning one another, and caring.  This time it was not 
    fast, but it was thorough, and after ten minutes or so both girls 
    melted together in a climax so deep that they were locked in a 
    moaning embrace for a full two minutes before it began to wane.

          When the finally peeled themselves apart, Laura was struck by 
    how their fucking had changed from the first early days.  Then they 
    had rarely parted until having twenty-five or more orgasms apiece.  
    They both came easily, especially with one another, and once they 
    had discovered the ability to come many times, they couldn't resist 
    it.  But lately they rarely had more than six or seven each, though 
    two or three of those had become an excoriating, debilitating 
    experience, like the two orgasms Laura had just had under the whip.

          She mentioned it to Karen, who chuckled softly.  "I don't 
    think either one of us could survive twenty like those you had," she 
    said.

          "I know.  How long will it take for my pussy to stop burning?"

          Karen shrugged.  "Heals fast.  I think I felt better the next 
    day.  It's these that'll take a while to fade," she said, caressing 
    the red marks left by the thongs around Laura's breasts.  "You won't 
    be able to take those cute young things you like so much to bed for 
    a few days."

          "What do you mean?" Laura blushed.

          Karen grinned.  "I mean I don't think you wait until you see 
    me to get laid, darling."

          Laura kissed her.  "But I do wait for you for the . . . you 
    know."

          "I know," Karen said, solemnly.  "Me too.  And next time will 
    be my turn, remember."

          "When's next time?"

          "Don't think we ought to do this very often, do you?  Too 
    dangerous.  You could have heart failure from an orgasm like that."

          "I know," Laura nodded.  "How about three weeks from today?"

          "How about three days from tomorrow?" Karen winked.  "You 
    think I can wait that long?  I get wet just remembering how you 
    looked, coming like that.  I'm jealous."

          Laura grabbed her breasts, large, firm, upswept and beautiful.  
    "I'm going to bite you again, I'm going to make your nipples hurt 
    the way my pussy hurts."

          "They already hurt," Karen said, eyes swirling.

          Laura took one between her lips.  Then she clamped it loosely 
    with her teeth, watching Karen's eyes widen, hearing the girl's 
    sharp intake of breath, seeing Karen wince.

          "Can you come again, baby?" she asked.

          "You know the answer to that," Karen panted.

          This time there were no thongs.  Laura held Karen's exquisite 
   breasts in her hands and mouth-mauled them, while bringing one of her 
   thighs up into Karen's crotch, as Brandi fucked her, Laura.  And it 
   was over in a couple of brief, hot, and wildly frenetic minutes.

          Pinning Karen under her, Laura squeezed and bit the girl's 
   gorgeous breasts passionately, while cruching her thigh muscle up and 
   down in the wet furrow of Karen's hot pussy.  And Karen came 
   thrillingly, arching her back, shuddering, turning her face into the 
   pillow to muffle her screams of ecstacy.

          Several minutes later she was still dazed.  "Laura, I don't 
   know why we ever wander," she finally said, in a hushed voice.  
   "Nobody could ever make me feel the way you do."

          "I know.  Affairs of the heart come and go, but you can make 
   my body . . . I don't know, cry out, you know?  It's why we can't do 
   this often.  Too good."

          Karen smiled ruefully.  They kissed goodbye, and Laura went 
   home, still aching from another agonizing session with her first, and 
   the one she would never be able to part with.