[Randi]

 

 

The first thing Laura wanted to do after The Dream was see Karen. It was almost an irresistible urge, since the dream had been about her, and about the vise, and the fisting they had done together. But their last time together had been so traumatic for them both, so excessively painful and perverted (and so much fun! Laura thought wildly), that she feared it was too soon to meet again. They were dangerous for each other and had to ration their meetings. Every one seemed to be more intense than the last. How long could that go on?

Instead, Laura threw herself into a whirlwind week of sex with Shavon, Sholandra, and Vondi, who awakened Laura one night at 2 a.m. after getting off work, "just dying to fuck and fuck, girl." By Friday, she was happily exhausted. These beautiful black girls are going to fuck me to death, she smiled to herself. Or rather, let me fuck them until I just die of ecstacy, I guess.

She was looking forward to going home, taking a hot bath, and vegetating in front of the TV until she fell asleep. Then Randi dropped by her cubicle about four- thirty.

They had not been together for two weeks, when Laura had introduced her for the first time to the butterfly vibrator and they had shared orgasms that were like being electrocuted. She didn't know why Randi had stayed away. But Laura had been screwing three out of the last four nights, and she had felt physically drained, until Randi stepped into view.

"My god, girl, you look like a movie star or a model or something," Laura said, totally knocked over by the girl's beauty.

Randi was wearing a cream-colored business suit with a wide double-breasted lapel studded by large black buttons. Very tailored, stunning, and conservative, except for the short skirt, showing off her spectacular legs. Laura stared at them.

Randi smirked. "You want what's between them, don't you," she whispered, looking around to see if anyone could overhear them.

"It's even more beautiful than your legs, if that's possible," Laura whispered.

"More than my face?"

"You are a very vain creature."

"You're the one who told me I was beautiful."

"You are beautiful. Exquisitely beautiful. I often wonder why there isn't an army of men following you around all the time."

"And women too?" Randi winked.

"At least me." And Rhonda, Laura thought suddenly, wondering if Rhonda had ever made a pass at Randi. After all, Randi was to die for.

Randi leaned down, bringing her mouth close to Laura's ear. "I'm only asking you if my pussy is as pretty as my face. Is that such a hard question?"

Laura turned her face so that her lips were only about a half an inch from Randi's.

"If anybody sees us doing this, they're going to think we sleep together," she whispered.

Slowly, Randi stood up, still smirking. "What makes you think I care if they know?"

"Your career?"

Now Randi smiled sweetly, falsely. "You're right. I guess I do have to eat."

Laura scribbled on a pad and handed it to Randi. You make me wet, it said. Can we go?

Randi nodded. "I could meet you there in ten minutes," she whispered.

Laura shut her computer off and stood up, grabbing her coat. She could feel her heart thundering and her pussy throbbing already.

"Wear your seat belt," she said.

They walked together, trying not to seem as if they were in a hurry, to the parking lot. Before parting to get into their cars, they couldn't resist a long, lingering, scorching stare deep into each other's eyes, a stare that said, We might put each other into the hospital, if we're not careful, I want to fuck you so much.

All the fucking she had done in the last five days seemed in the distant past to Laura. Her body was already palpitating with eagerness for Randi. This exquisitely beautiful girl. Sometimes she had to pinch herself to believe that these stunning women really did want to go to bed with her. Over and over again.

Randi wasn't jaded, or disappointed, or tired of it. Like Laura, she wanted more. They met at the front door to the apartment building, and Laura let them in with her key. They didn't speak going up in the elevator. But as soon as they cleared the door of Laura's apartment, they were all over one another like two animals in heat.

Laura pinned Randi against the door and tried to drink her. "Oh god, you're so beautiful, god, so beautiful!" she panted, french-kissing Randi's delectable mouth passionately.

Randi responded aggressively, holding Laura's face in her hands and drinking Laura back. When they stopped kissing, they were panting, their eyes glazed.

"I'm not going to have you wrecking this suit, girl," Randi panted.

"Let me take it off you," Laura begged. "I'll be careful."

"Ooooh!" Randi smiled. "That sounds so exciting. Maybe you better not be too careful."

"This way, my pet," Laura said, leading her toward the bedroom. "I said I'd be careful with the suit. Not necessarily with anything else."

"Does that mean you're going to rip off my panties and fuck me?" Randi asked, in shy ingenue fashion.

"You sound like you'd be disappointed if I said no," Laura murmured.

She unsnapped the inside of the wide lapel, fourteen snaps. The huge buttons on the outside were only for display purposes. The suit coat gradually came open, revealing Randi's wonderfully smooth black skin and her slip, champagne colored, with thin shoulder straps. Underneath it was a matching bra that dipped between her breasts.

Feeling almost reverent, Laura lowered her face and kissed the valley between Randi's breasts. "God, you are beautiful," she murmured.

"You said that already," Randi teased. "I'm not as beautiful as you are, Miz Laura. You the one who the white goddess all the mens want to be eatin' alive."

Laura was busy unclasping Randi's wide belt, then unbuttoning her skirt, carefully removing it. She laid it with the coat on her bedroom chair. Randi was pulling her slip up over her head when Laura turned back to her. The sleek muscles in her midriff flexed, and her breasts jiggled slightly in the bra cups. It was enough to make Laura nearly lose it.

"You have to get undressed too, Laura," Randi said, plaintively.

Laura grinned. "I guess you're right."

Quickly she shed her clothes, down to her underwear. Then she embraced Randi. They kissed again, relishing the feel of their bare skin now.

"How do you keep the men away?" Laura asked dreamily, stroking Randi's braids, her bare, gleaming black shoulder.

"I don't," Randi giggled softly. "The women either. Speaking of. Do you know a woman named Rhonda something?"

Laura froze. "Rhonda Reardon. Yes, I know her."

Randi's face grew very serious. "I can see that you do."

"Don't tell me. She came onto you. Tried to get you in bed."

"Tried is hardly the word. She almost offered me a promotion if I would let her do me."

"That cunt."

Randi nuzzled Laura's neck, and stroked her back. "I wouldn't go to bed with her, Miz Laura," she teased. "I'm crazy about you."

Laura loosened up. She couldn't help it. Randi was infinitely desirable. Rhonda would have to be dead not to want to fuck her.

"She'll try again. She doesn't give up. God, you're so gorgeous! She'll never give up, with you."

"She is kinda pretty," Randi said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

Laura stiffened again.

"Only kidding," Randi smiled quickly. "Only kidding, really."

Laura held Randi's beautiful face in both hands and kissed her deeply. "If you ever go to bed with her . . . I'll tell your boyfriend," she warned.

"You wouldn't," Randi pouted.

Rhonda has stolen everybody from me, Laura thought. Almost everyone, anyway. I couldn't bear the thought of her having this exquisite girl.

Laura hedged. "I might, anyway. She won't love you like I do."

"Do you love me?"

Apparently it was the first time the word had ever come up between them.

"Yes," Laura said.

"You're like my boyfriend, you just love to fuck me," Randi said, bluntly.

By now Laura was kissing her everywhere, her neck, her ears, her cheeks, her shoulders, her clavicles, her smooth upper chest. Her lips reached the upper slopes of Randi's delectable breasts, still hidden in her bra. Laura wanted her desperately.

"I do love you," she murmured, dipping her mouth into Randi's cleavage once again.

"Ooohh, you're sure acting like it," Randi giggled.

Without unclasping the bra, Laura swept the straps off Randi's shoulders with her hands and in one continuing motion pulled down the cups, exposing the beautiful dark globes. Laura scooped them both into her hands and guided one swollen black nipple into her mouth. She swirled her tongue around it, then sucked hard.

Randi moaned softly. She looked down at her nipple disappearing into Laura's mouth. Laura squeezed Randi's other breast with her hand and gently pinched Randi's other nipple. Randi threw her head back.

"Oh shit . . . you're driving me crazy, Laura. I want to fuck. Come here, get down with me on the bed. Please . . . hurry."

Randi had only her panties and her shoes still on, and the pushed-down bra, which Laura quickly unclasped for her. She kicked off her shoes and skimmed off her panties, while Laura was shedding her own underwear. They stretched out on the bed without removing the spread.

"I love this first moment," Randi confessed, in a hushed whisper. "When we first touch our whole naked bodies together like this, and we can feel our skin together everywhere. It makes me tingle. I never felt it at all until I met you, Laura."

They embraced and kissed lovingly, tenderly, and it was delicious, Laura agreed. In fact, it was purest heaven to have this beautiful naked girl in her arms on her own bed, giving herself to Laura, inviting Laura to fuck her completely, thoroughly, passionately.

"I want to do everything to you," she murmured into Randi's neck.

Randi crinkled her nose fetchingly. "'Pends on what you mean by everything, Miz Laura," she said. "You fixin' to tie me up again?"

Laura slid down the girl's delectable naked body to her breasts again, fondling and licking them, then sucking Randi's nipples hungrily.

"Mmmm, not until I make you come about four times," Laura murmured, sliding lower, between Randi's thighs.

"Ohhnnnn! Ohhhnnnn . . . oh god, Laura!" Randi moaned.

She opened her thighs, freely giving Laura access to her beautiful, blossoming pussy, a thin, puckering flower of sinuous black labia just parted enough for Laura to see the fiery magenta interior, slick with nectar. Without touching it, she slid the tip of her tongue between Randi's sinuous cuntlips, tasting the warm juice and wet tissue, hearing Randi's breath whistle softly as she gasped, sucking in.

"Mmmm, you like that," Laura murmured.

"Oh god, yes!"

"And this?"

Laura flicked Randi's swollen clit with the tip of her tongue. Randi's whole luscious body clenched, and she whimpered almost hysterically.

"Oh god . . . yes, yes! Unnmmggeeee! Oh shit!"

"You're going to come so fast, honey."

"I know!"

"But not until I say."

"Oh god . . . please, Laura! Please!"

Laura licked the edges of her cunt, then kissed the warm smooth skin of her inner thighs. She slid both hands under Randi's round, firm buns, squeezing them, then slid the fingers of one hand up between the cheeks.

Randi froze, and Laura suddenly realized that she had never done this to her before. God, you're so jaded, she thought to herself. You've fucked so many beautiful girls in the ass that you can't even remember the ones you haven't touched there. And Randi had a very nice ass, although it really wasn't in the Chanitra-Vondi-Yvette-Vanessa range, the kind of ass that made Laura quiver and sigh and ooze with lust.

"Oh jeez you're making me feel so funny," Randi panted. "Touching me there."

"Don't you want me to touch you there?" Laura asked, remembering Sholandra's complete horror of Laura touching her asshole, until, that is, Laura had fucked her that way into near insensibility.

"I . . . don't know," Randi panted. "I guess you could."

Laura tongued her delicious pussy again, massaging the tightly-shut ring of her asshole at the same time with the tip of one finger, trying to get her used to the sensations, which were new to her.

"Doesn't your boyfriend ever fuck you in the ass?" Laura asked after about a minute.

"Oh god, no. Are you kidding?" Randi panted again, twisting now, more excited than ever. "His thing is too big."

"Maybe you should start with something smaller," Laura purred, pushing the tight ring of Randi's anus even harder, but not trying to get her finger inside.

"God . . . Laura, you're going to make me come if you keep doing that," Randi gasped, looking down at Laura, who was still licking her pussy.

Laura pushed her finger harder against Randi's asshole. "You mean this?"

"Yes!"

"Honey, you are going to go off like a Saturn rocket," Laura murmured to her.

She reached for her dresser drawer, extracting a new small bottle of baby oil, still licking Randi's delectable wet pussy to keep her as aroused as possible.

"Oh Laura . . . ohhhh Laura!" Randi whimpered, churning her hips, squeezing her own wonderful breasts and pinching her large swollen nipples. "Fuck me, Laura, make me come, please, make me come!"

Practice had made Laura adept at greasing her forefinger while still licking a pussy, and in just seconds she had her finger ready and the bottle closed again. She raised her tongue to Randi's clit again, stroking it to bring on intense sensations while at the same time she slid her finger between Randi's round buns. Randi's body tensed in response to Laura's stroking of her clit, and the finger was halfway into her ass before she even notice.

"Unhh!" she groaned softly, her face suddenly frozen as she realized what was happening. "What are you doing!"

But it was too late. Laura had the finger all the way into Randi's ass and was fucking her with it, accelerating the tempo of her tongue on Randi's pussy, and Randi was delirious with sexual excitement. She began whinnying helplessly, and gyrating her hips in a frantic fuck-motion almost immediately. Laura knew what she was doing and began fucking her ass more rapidly, slipping in her middle finger too, fucking Randi aggressively, and sucking her clit now.

Her orgasm hit Randi like a ton of bricks. She stiffened, then began to moan in a low, agonizing wail of ecstacy as the fury of an excruciating climax wrenched her lovely long body.

"Auuunnggggg ohhhnngggg! Ohnniieeeee!" she cried out, coming in great rolling waves, writhing under Laura, undulating as fresh waves of coming flowed through her.

As usual, the spectacle of Randi coming aroused Laura more than ever, and she was unable to stop fucking her, bringing her up from a brief sag into another fierce climax that left Randi finally gasping, whimpering helplessly, her body slack and throbbing in the aftermath. She looked up and Laura and crinkled her nose again.

"Will you please take your fingers out of my booty, girl?"

Smiling slyly, Laura slowly removed her fingers from the tight orifice she had just fucked so heatedly. "You didn't like it?" she asked softly.

Randi's black eyes sparkled. "You are an evil bitch, Laura. You're turning me into a pervert."

Laura wiped off her fingers on a towel she usually kept nearby on a bedroom chair. "You loved it," she said. "You came harder than ever."

Randi grinned, confessing it in her face. "I thought I came hard when you tied up my titties. But this was even harder. What are you going to do for an encore?"

Laura smiled. "I can think of something. How much time do you have?"

Randi smiled coyly. "I forgot to tell you, didn't I. My boyfriend is out of town for a week." She parted her thighs, watching Laura's eyes slip down to her still- glistening, still-ravishing pussy. She ran a finger up and down in the wet channel. "We can do whatever we want."

"I can tell you what I want," Laura murmured hoarsely, feeling her pulse soar and the words catch in her throat. "I want you to fuck my hot little pussy right now, just as hard as you can. Watching you come made me as horny as a horny toad."

They stretched out together, embracing, kissing, caressing, happy to know that time stretched out before them. Another twenty-five orgasm evening, Laura thought, feeling both anticipation and a foreshadowing of the weariness that would result. I haven't done that for a long time. And who better to do it with than this spectacular beauty?

"I would be happy to fuck you, Laura," Randi murmured, dropping her mouth to Laura's breasts, sucking Laura's nipples thirstily. "In fact, I dream of fucking you, and sticking my tongue into your pretty pink pussy."

And she proceeded to bring Laura to two swift, wrenching orgasms in five minutes, leaving Laura tingling and breathless.

"I taught you well, didn't I," Laura gasped.

"What you gon' teach me next, girl?" Randi winked.

"You, my dear, are a glutton for fucking."

"With you I am. Nobody else makes me feel this way, but with you I turn into a sex maniac."

But even though she had tied up Randi's breasts, and fucked her in the ass for the first time, Laura still didn't know how far she could or should push it. She pushed Randi down on her back and wrestled playfully with her, wondering if she dared tie her up and fuck her with the notorious double bowed dildo.

But Randi seemed to enjoy the wrestling. And Laura realized that she liked it too. Their naked bodies moved together, flexing, straining, their naked breasts brushing. They pinched and twisted each other's flesh, giggling, panting.

They were having so much fun that they barely noticed what was happening until their eyes suddenly caught. It was an electrifying moment. They suddenly knew that this was serious, that they were exploring something that could end in exciting orgasms they had never dreamed of.

"You bitch, lie still and let me fuck you," Laura glowered at Randi.

But Randi bared her teeth. "You think I'm your little black slave, don't you Missy?"

Suddenly, with a movement that shocked and surprised Laura, she rolled up, grabbing Laura's wrists and forcing her onto her back. Randi was now on top, straddling Laura's waist, her delectable dark breasts swaying above Laura's face. Oh god, this is fun! Laura thought, panting, as she began to struggle to get free.

But Randi pinned her wrists to the mattress with both hands, showing a strength Laura had misgauged. Randi, smiling, bent down, swishing her luscious breasts in Laura's face. Laura was in heaven. Still feigning hostility, she tried to snare a passing nipple with her mouth.

"Let go my boobs, you white bitch!" Randi snarled.

"If I catch one, you'll be sorry," Laura warned.

"What you gon' do? Pinch it! Bite it!"

Laura glared up at her. Then, without warning, Randi released one of Laura's wrists and with her hand grabbed Laura's naked breast and gave it a ferocious twist. Pain shot through Laura's breast. Tears leapt to her eyes.

"Anngghh!" she gasped in shock.

With the hand Randi had freed, she slapped her hard across the face. Now it was Randi's turn to be shocked. She looked at Laura in disbelief. You love me, her eyes said. You just said you love me! Tears came to her eyes too.

"Shit!" she said under her breath.

She was still holding Laura's naked breast, the one she had twisted so sharply. She lifted the hand, releasing the breast, and slapped Laura with it just as hard as Laura had slapped her. And now they began to wrestle seriously, tangling together and even rolling off the bed onto the floor.

Laura had slapped Randi for only one reason. She had known that this moment could not be summoned up again. It had happened spontaneously, and to get the most from it they had to follow it through to the end. She believed that Randi understood that instinctually too, and for the next five minutes they rolled around on the floor, whimpering, panting, pinching and twisting one another, each one trying to get the advantage.

"Fuck you, you bitch! I'm gonna kick your white ass!" Randi hissed, wrenching Laura's neck in a sharp headlock.

But Laura was able to reach under with her hand and find one of Randi's beautiful naked breasts. Her fingers found the thick, bulbous nipple, and she pinched and twisted it fiercely, so fiercely that Randi cried out in pain and released Laura's head.

Now they had both really hurt each other, and they took the gloves off. Even though they were fighting seriously, they were both careful not to scratch or bite hard, anything that would leave a lasting mark or wound. But they didn't flinch from hurting one another, and when Laura chanced to roll up on top of Randi, she grabbed both of Randi's breasts in her hands and pinched Randi's nipples mercilessly, making the girl gasp in pain. Big tears rolled down Randi's cheeks.

Randi responded by lifting her thigh hard up into Laura's groin. It was a hard blow to her pussy, but it only reminded Laura of all the times Brandi had fucked her that way, making her die of coming, and she grew more aroused than ever. Randi seemed to sense it and rammed her pussy again, making Laura gag softly and slump forward.

This gave Randi the chance she needed to roll Laura onto her side, and before either one knew what had happened, their legs were intertwined, and their wet pussies were pumping together and they were whimpering hysterically, on the way to a hurricane of orgasms that exploded on them in only seconds. It was one of the most thrilling orgasms either one had ever experienced, a jolting, sharp squirt of rapture that seemed to flow through each of them like an electrical current, leaving them both destroyed and flat on their backs, barely able to move.

Finally, Laura propped herself up on her elbows. Her pussy was still touching Randi's, and they were both still quivering as delicious aftershocks gripped them. They looked at each other and began giggling.

"You are one mean wrestler, Laura," Randi giggled. "I thought you said you loved me."

"I love the way you rammed your thigh into me," Laura confessed, feeling herself blush. "I thought I was going to come right then."

"I did too," Randi giggled. "But I was so mad at you because of how you pinched me." She looked down at her breasts, touching her nipples gingerly with her fingertips. "You really hurt them."

"Awww, would you like me to kiss them and make them well?" Laura teased.

They disentangled their legs, Laura caressing Randi's long, shapely ones lustfully again with her eyes. Smiling, Randi moved up on her knees, pushing her delectable, swaying breasts into Laura's face.

"I'll give you ten seconds to start," she murmured.

"You're as bad as me, you never get enough," Laura said, taking both round breasts in her hands and licking Randi's nipples, one after the other, sensually, slowly, passionately, until Randi was mewling and panting again.

"I never get enough of this," Randi breathed. "Nobody loves my boobs the way you do."

By now Laura was sucking them, skillfully toying with the bulging, swollen buds, tugging them with her teeth, making Randi whimper with fresh anticipation.

"Let's get on the bed again," she suggested.

"Yes."

They resumed on the bed, Randi on her back, Laura passionately sucking her breasts, and soon they were coiled together again in a surging, uncontrollable act of wild fucking. Each girl came again twice before they eased up and took an hour off for lazy conversation. They both knew that with Randi's boyfriend out of town, they ran the risk of hospitalizing each other, and they had to go slowly.

But by morning they had each climaxed over twenty times and could barely move.

"I'll tell you one thing, girl," Randi said, eyes twinkling. "I'm going to need a day of recuperation before I do this again."

And Laura smiled, feeling uneasy in the knowledge that someone else-she didn't know who-would be wanting her time, and her bed, before Randi's boyfriend returned. How was she going to handle that?