[Karen]

 

 

"Don't listen to this message if you're with someone," Karen's husky, very sensual and suggestive voice breathed into Laura's phone answering machine. "I'll give you five seconds to shut off the machine."

But Laura was alone. She waited.

"Okay, you're alone," Karen continued, her voice smoky and alluring. "I had a wet dream last night. You were in it . . . fist-fucking me in my ass. I woke up coming. I need you to do it."

Laura sat down, feeling the pulse in her neck flare up wildly. Even her pussy moistened as she listened to Karen's message. She's like heroin to me, she realized. I can't help it.

Last time they had scared the bejabbers out of each other, pushing their shared perversions to the very limit. It was over a week before the pain entirely disappeared from Laura's breasts and nipples, and even longer before the marks vanished. She had suffered and had countless fierce, shocking orgasms, and she had inflicted even worse suffering on Karen, who had also come over and over again in horrific conflagrations of pain and rapture.

God, that should be enough to hold anyone for their entire life! Laura thought. But the very sound of Karen's voice proved to her that it was not. She called her.

"I know we scared each other," Karen whispered. "We can be more careful this time."

"We have to be. My neighbors have been eavesdropping."

"How do you know?"

"One told me."

"Told you what?"

"That she could hear me fucking other girls in here."

Laura blushed and smiled as she remembered Kendra telling her, then remembered all the heated, exuberant, enthusiastic fucking they had indulged in together since then.

"God, how embarrassing. We could do it over here, if you want to. But my aunt is visiting. We'd have to wait until she leaves, next Thursday."

"Do you want to wait?"

"Why do you think I called?"

"Can you get here fast?"

"What do you think?"

Karen was never slow. Ten minutes later, there she was at Laura's door, clutching her black bag of goodies. Laura quickly let her in and double-locked the door, feeling her heart pound. God, this woman is magic to me, she realized.

They kissed ravenously just inside the door. It had been two months since they had seen each other, but it seemed like two years. Karen's large, bulbous nipples were showing through her thin shirt. Laura looked down at them.

"If you dress like this, some man is going to drag you into the bushes and rape you before I even get the chance," Laura said.

"Oooh, that sounds like fun," Karen smiled.

"Your nipples are showing."

"You love my nipples."

Karen slowly unbuttoned her shirt, knowing how it excited Laura. Her exquisite full breasts came slowly into view. The large, bulbous, black nipples were soft and swollen and incredibly tempting. Laura filled her hands with the naked balls of flesh, kissing Karen again heatedly.

"I am going to rape you," she whispered smokily, scissoring both of Karen's large nipples with her fingers.

"Oh, good," Karen breathed, her dark eyes swimming in hot sexual desire. "I want you to rape me and hurt me and make me come hard."

"Are you sure we can do this?" Laura murmured against her incredibly smooth cheek. "Just stop ourselves before going too deep?"

Karen looked up under her heavy eyelids, her eyes smoking with sex. "Do you want to?"

"Did you bring the clamp?"

"You want to hurt my boobs, don't you, girl."

They both looked down at Karen's magnificent naked breasts, which Laura still held in her hands, rubbing her thumbs over the stiffening nipples.

"You keep saying you love them, but you want to squeeze and squash them in that horrible clamp, don't you?"

Without answering, Laura took her hand and led her to the bedroom. Karen put the bag on the bed. Her shirt was still on, though unbuttoned, and the sight of her firm, upthrusting breasts pushing out from the unbuttoned shirt was nearly enough to drive Laura to rape without the preliminaries.

She sat Karen down on the bed, then found a pair of handcuffs in the bag. Karen was completely submissive as Laura handcuffed her wrists together, then tied the handcuffs from the chain between them, using a small piece of rope, to the center of the brass headboard of her bed so that Karen's hands were directly over her head. Laura propped some pillows up behind Karen's back.

In this position, Karen's luscious breasts were even more magnificent that usual, jutting out, raised up because of the position of her arms. The fact that her shirt was still on, hanging to the sides of her out-jutting breasts, made her even more desirable to Laura, as if she were being caught and abused like this against her will, even though Laura knew Karen was relishing every second.

"I can tell you, girl, if your neighbors are complaining, you'd better put that gag on me right now, because I am getting very worked up already," Karen warned.

Laura, running her white hands all over Karen's jutting, black breasts, squeezing the firm globes and gently pinching the large bulbous nipples, was feeling equally aroused.

"Maybe you're right," she said softly. "I want to kiss and suck these, but I might get carried away."

"You want to fist-fuck my ass and bite my nipples until I scream, don't you," Karen said, her dark eyes flaring with intensity.

"Yes," Laura replied, equally intense.

Karen squirmed. "Fuck me, girl," she murmured. "Fuck me. Nobody fucks me like you fuck me. Don't hold anything back."

Methodically, Laura took the ball gag from the black bag and fastened it into place on Karen's head. Now whatever sounds she made would not attract Kendra's attention. Next she maneuvered a pillow under Karen's ass, tilting it up so that she could actually performed the requested activities. With the tip of her thumb she tickled Karen's exposed anus, smiling at her to give her a hint of what was to come.

She leaned close to Karen's face. "More than my little thumb is going in here," she said as she quickly undressed herself.

Karen's dark eyes widened. She moaned into the rubber ball in her mouth, twisting, jiggling her naked breasts in Laura's face. Laura took the bait. She could barely restrain the hot jet of lust that suddenly shot up inside her body.

Karen was the first woman she had ever fucked, and Karen's marvelous full breasts were the first breasts she had ever fondled, kissed, licked, sucked, love-mauled. She couldn't resist them. Quickly, pulling out the long white nylon rope she kept under her bed, she straddled Karen's waist with her thighs and looped coils of it quickly around both of Karen's large breasts.

Laura fell into a kind of heated frenzy, pulling the coils tighter as Karen squirmed and whimpered. Laura had done it so many times that she was very skilled, and in no time Karen's luscious breasts were encased in white rope, her large bulbous nipples shiny and swollen. Quickly, Laura knotted the rope.

Then she began to squeeze and suck the delicious, hard balls of flesh passionately, unable to control her desire. Karen mewled and whimpered wildly, watching Laura's fingers and mouth on her bulging, distended black nipples. Both of them were shockingly aroused. Laura was unable to control herself, digging her fingers into Karen's strangled breasts, sucking Karen's large, bursting nipples savagely. Karen's eyes rolled up, and she gyrated her pelvis uncontrollably, making fuck motions in desperate hope of relief.

Laura realized that she was going to come, far sooner than either of them had planned, and from the desperate pumping of Karen's hips she realized that Karen was too.

"God, baby, you're going to come, aren't you," Laura panted, pinching both of Karen's large wet nipples hard at the same time.

Karen groaned and whinnied in pain, wincing visibly. Her nipples were very sensitive, and Laura twisted them, pinching them even harder. She could almost feel Karen's body rise up off the bed as the pain shot through her. But she also knew that pain was a shortcut to thrilling orgasms for Karen.

She dropped one hand to Karen's wet pussy, and the other hand to her own. The ropes, much tighter than usual, kept Karen's throttled, cinched breasts right in front of her mouth, and she began to suck and bite Karen's huge nipples fiercely at the same time that she rubbed both of their pussies heatedly.

They both came in about five seconds. Karen's hysterical screams were muffled by the ball in her mouth, but Laura, who thought of Kendra wildly in the very first spasms of her own orgasm, pushed her face into Karen's neck and tried to bite off her moans. She was only partly successful.

"Ungghhh! Ohnngggg . . . oh Karen uunnnggghhh! Auunngggghh!" she groaned into Karen's neck, coming in hot punctuated explosions.

Then, when the aftershocks were still ripping through her body, she quickly unfastened the gag so that Karen could breathe. They were both panting wildly, even yet.

"Oh god . . . it was so good!" Karen gasped, gulping big lungs full of air, watching as Laura now also loosened the very tight coils that encased her breasts. "You raped me. It was so hot."

"Mmmm, I'm going to rape you again," Laura purred, kissing her cheek, caressing her breasts. "I'm going to rape your beautiful black ass."

"You love my black ass, don't you," Karen panted, eyes glazed. "You love to fuck it."

"Yes."

"You love to fist fuck it."

"Yes."

They both grew wildly excited when they talked this way. Laura wrapped the coils around Karen's beautiful, jutting breasts again, but not so tightly this time, since now the rope was only a preparation for the vise. Karen watched every move.

She bit her lower lip as Laura removed the vise from the black bag. "Oh god, you're going to hurt me!" she whimpered, her voice sounding very authentic although they both knew that she craved pain, which made her come intensely.

Laura smiled at her ambiguously. "How tightly do you think I can clamp them before you beg me to stop?" she asked, smiling wickedly.

"You evil bitch."

"You love it."

Karen's eyes glistened as she watched Laura maneuver each of her large, firm breasts between the two black bars. Her breasts were so much bigger than Laura's that Laura had to stop to widen the gap between the bars so that they would fit. Then she got to squeeze and manipulate each beautiful globe, which aroused them both.

Finally, she began to tighten the wing nuts, one at a time, moving from one to the other to make sure the bars closed evenly on Karen's beautiful, entrapped breasts. When the top bar began to sink into the dark, glossy flesh of Karen's large breasts, they both began to breathe harder. Karen moaned softly.

Laura stopped. She re-inserted the ball back into Karen's mouth and re-fastened the harness buckle.

"We musn't disturb the neighbors," she said to Karen.

At the same time, she couldn't help wondering what Kendra Fallon would think if she could see her performing this twisted perversion, clamping Karen's beautiful breasts until they were squashed and distorted between the closing bars, her thick nipples swollen and shiny and huge and bulbous. By now Karen's cheeks were shiny with tears too, as the pain grew more intense. Finally, her breasts were mangled and crushed between the two bars, her large nipples protruding and vulnerable.

Smiling maliciously, Laura took each one between her thumb and two fingers and twisted them slowly, until Karen's body stiffened and rose up from the bed, her wild, pathetic whimpering caught deep in her throat.

"You're ready now, aren't you," Laura said softly, releasing Karen's nipples. "Ready to be fucked, aren't you. Fucked hard in the ass, aren't you."

And Karen, the tears spilling copiously out of her eyes by now, slowly nodded at Laura, squirming her hips eagerly at the same time.

Now Laura set methodically about preparing Karen's ass for the fierce fucking they both anticipated so excitedly. She propped a pillow behind Karen's back, then another under her ass, so that it was upraised even further, her black silky thighs spread wide. In this position, her open, wet, magenta-colored pussy was almost too impossible to resist. It was completely splayed and available, a glistening hot- pink invitation, a warm wet sleeve leading to excruciating paradise, and Laura could see why a man would do anything to ram his hot hard prick right into it.

She herself wanted to fall on it with her mouth and fingers, devouring it and fucking it at the same time, but she knew that Karen would come in seconds if she did this. And they had other, far more exciting and shocking, plans. In fact, almost anything she did would make Karen come, and they both wanted to draw it out now, until the maximum explosion could occur.

So she did not touch Karen's incredibly tempting breasts, or her creamy wet pussy, but carefully opened the small bottle of baby oil she kept in her bedside drawer and began to spread it over two fingers. Karen watched, wide- eyed, as Laura carefully inserted one oiled finger into her rectum. Laura rotated it, fucking it slowly, opening it, then slipped in her second finger.

Karen immediately became very aroused. She began moaning and quivering, watching intently as Laura slipped a third, then a fourth finger into her widening asshole, opening it further, pushing in deeper. Karen knew that in another minute Laura's whole hand would be inside her ass. Her lovely body stiffened as Laura formed her fingers and thumb into a wedge and began pushing for final penetration.

Laura could hardly control her own sexual excitement. And the phenomenal paradox that fist-fucking involved such deep feelings of intimacy returned to her, and she knew to Karen. She pushed, twisted, pushed, and suddenly Karen's resisting asshole gave way and admitted her entire hand. Their eyes were locked, and Laura did not move her hand. They were, as always, deeply overwhelmed by the moment, by what they were doing.

Laura wanted to kiss her. Karen was tightly gagged, but Laura wanted to kiss her, to communicate tongue-to- tongue the deep passion she felt at this instant, and that she knew Karen reciprocated.

"I have to kiss you," she whispered, hurriedly and awkwardly unfastening the harness buckle with her left hand. "Don't moan, don't make any noises."

"Oh god, Laura!" Karen groaned softly as the ball slipped out of her mouth.

"I need to kiss you."

"Yes."

They kissed slowly, perhaps the most romantic kiss of their relationship, or at least the most romantic since their last similar episode. Laura moved her hand only slightly inside Karen's ass, but even the slightest movement was enough to make Karen gasp and stiffen. With their tongues they celebrated their perverse love for one another, and then Laura carefully fastened the buckle again, pulling the ball back into Karen's mouth.

And now they both knew the time was here. Laura wanted to start slowly and build her up to it, but Karen was already shaking and whimpering hysterically, watching Laura's hand, buried up to the wrist in her ass. Laura knew that she would come in seconds, when she started to fuck her.

But she also knew that what sent Karen really over the top was breast pain, the torture of her breasts and nipples. Her breasts were already in pain, squashed and mangled by the clamping vise. Now Laura leaned forward and began to tongue and suck and lightly bite her shiny, huge, protruding black nipples, pinching one with her free hand while she tongue-lashed and teeth-tugged the other, then sucked it hard.

Karen went wild. She churned and quivered, squealing into the gag, gyrating her pelvis even though the intense sensations caused by Laura's hand being buried in her ass were almost unbearable. The sexual excitement threw them both over the edge, and Laura knew there was no choice but to go for broke.

Without hesitating, she sucked Karen's whole large nipple into her mouth, then began ramming her fist into the girl's ass, twisting it at the same time, raping her violently with it, while sinking her teeth into the pulpy, swollen bud in her mouth. Karen's hysterical squeals were muffled by the gag, but her body went into convulsive seizures of violent coming almost immediately. Laura had a hard time staying on top of the surging, writhing, bucking girl, but she did, biting Karen's other fat, glossy nipple the same way, and continuing to rape her brutally with her fist, as Karen had wanted.

It only lasted about a minute or two, though it seemed to last forever. Karen came repeatedly, about three times, long, excruciating orgasms that wrenched her poor body sharply. Finally, she was left sagging from the handcuffs, her labored breathing obstructed by the ball gag, completely destroyed by Laura's love assault. Carefully, trying not to hurt her further, Laura removed her hand from Karen's ass and wiped it clean on one of the towels she had brought into the bedroom earlier, just for this purpose.

Then she quickly unfastened the gag harness and removed the ball from Karen's mouth. Karen was still devastated. Her voice croaked softly as she tried to speak.

"Didn't we say we were going to try to be a little less rough this time?" she smiled wanly.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself."

"Obviously."

"Did it hurt?"

"It hurt. And I nearly died of coming."

"I know. I was so envious."

"I thought I was going to pass out, for a moment," Karen said, watching Laura unscrew the wing nuts and removed the clamp from her breasts.

She winced slightly as the evil device came off. There were marks on her dark, smooth skin, but they began to fade almost instantly. Laura ran a finger across the marks, then down over one large, soft nipple. Karen breathed in sharply, and winced.

"Oh, does it hurt?" Laura asked, pulling her finger back.

"You just tried to bite it off," Karen said.

"I would never bite it off," Laura said lovingly. "Then it wouldn't be there next time I wanted to suck it."

"Were you really envious?"

"God, I'm so horny, watching you come like that."

"You want to do it too, don't you."

"But I have to ask you something. A favor."

Already Karen had pulled her down on the bed, filling her hands with Laura's small, perfect breasts, kissing her neck, her throat, her shoulders, re-heating them both again immediately.

"What?" she teased Laura. "You want me to pull out all the stops, like you did with me, right?"

"Actually, I don't know how to tell you this. I have a couple of new . . . girlfriends. If I have marks on me, I can't make love with them again until the marks go away."

"Oh, it's `making love' now, is it? With me it's just simple straight-ahead fucking, but with them it's `making love'. Lah dee dah."

Laura took Karen's face in both hands and looked deep into her eyes. "You know that's not true. What we have together no one can share."

Karen grinned, softening. "I'm sorry. You're right. I get a little jealous, that's all. Hearing about your `girlfriends'."

She closed both hands over Laura's naked breasts, squeezing them hard, so hard that Laura gasped. Tears came quickly to her eyes.

"Owww!"

Next Karen pinched both of Laura's nipples hard.

"Ooohhh . . . shit!" Laura gasped, shaking her head as if to make the pain go away.

"You want me to fuck you hard but leave this lovely, creamy body unmarked so your little lesbian bimbos can lick it, right?"

"They're not." Laura pouted.

"I've seen you with a couple of them. The short one. What a fiery little tart she is. She must burn your white pussy to a cinder in the sack, girl."

"You sound jealous."

"And that chick from Xerox. Saw you with her."

"Shavon Cunningham? She is the sweetest girl you could ever meet."

"Got a sweet black pussy is what you mean, ain't it?"

Laura kissed her to make her stop. Their tongues entangled passionately. "Not any sweeter than yours," Laura whispered. "Are you going to tease me or fuck me?"

"Girl, I am going to fuck you senseless," Karen purred, against squeezing Laura's breasts almost more than she could bear. "And I won't raise a single welt or leave a red mark anywhere on this delicious creamy body of yours. But your little pussy may be sore for a few days."

"Mmmm, what about my nipples?"

"Them too."

Laura couldn't resist. The kind of sex they indulged in together was wildly exciting, perverted, arousing, and even their banter made them both hot to go over the line. She submitted patiently while Karen handcuffed her to the bed, and then began to apply the fiendish clamp to Laura's breasts. Since the tight coils of ropes often caused rope burns, Karen dispensed with them. But the clamp was made precisely for this use, and its hard rubber bars would not leave any marks.

Laura looked down as Karen slowly tightened the vise. Her small, perfect breasts began to bulge, squashed by the closing bars, her nipples darkening and swelling with blood, throbbing. Karen stopped before the real pain began.

"I want to kiss and suck them before the pain gets all your attention," she smiled, kissing Laura's mouth, then dropping her lips to Laura's breasts.

And now Laura nearly went out of her mind. Karen knew how to torment her exquisitely, and her mouth on Laura's nipples had Laura twisting and moaning in seconds.

"Ohhh . . . oh god, girl, oh god . . . Karen! Oh god it feels so good oh yes ohhhh! Unhhhh! Owwnncchh! Oh god! Shit, that hurts! Ohnnnnggg!" Laura moaned as Karen became increasingly aggressive.

Karen bit and pinched Laura's nipples until the tears started. At the same time, it was so arousing that they both knew she was on the verge of coming hard. Fucking Karen had already brought her to the fever pitch. Her pussy overflowed with warm juice and craved some rough treatment, which she knew she was going to receive from Karen, sooner or later.

Laura thought that between them they had explored every ingenious torture on one another that their two clever minds could imagine, but she was wrong. Karen treated her to a new version of a tactic she often used on others: bringing Laura to the very brink of a climax, then pulling her back, then taking her to the precipice again.

At first she did it by tormenting Laura's nipples until they were so sore that the very touch of Karen's lips or fingers was agony. Her sharp cries induced Karen to finally put the gag on her. But even as aroused as she was, Laura could not necessarily come that way. She had come from nipple torture before, a few times, as had Karen, but you never knew when it would happen and couldn't rely on it.

And so Karen had removed the long, thin whip with the flat leather tip from her bag, and with it she began to tease Laura's swollen pussy. She also knew that Laura's nipples now hurt so much that the pain overwhelmed the sexual stimulation . . . but the same was not yet true of Laura's vulnerable pussy. She began to tease Laura's pussy by caressing it and snapping it gently with the whip, just enough to get Laura's attention, but not so much as to make further blows ineffective.

It was a fiendishly imaginative torture. Halfway into it Laura wondered it this weren't the most painful experience she had ever suffered. They loved to torture each other into orgasms, and Karen was taking a very sinister pleasure in Laura's pain, perhaps because of the remark about other girlfriends. She tormented Laura's squashed breasts and teased her frantically throbbing pussy for a quarter of an hour, bringing Laura right to the edge, then pulling her back a total of nine distinct times without letting Laura come.

By now Laura was a total wreck. She whimpered and moaned, gasping in terror each time Karen approached her entrapped, mangled breasts, shrinking back but unable to escape. She clamped her thighs shut on the whip, trying to stop the unbearable tickling caresses that Karen cleverly gave her cunt with the whip.

"You bitch, you're not behaving at all!" Karen finally said to her, sternly, but smiling with glee. "I'm going to have to restrain you further."

Now she spread Laura's thighs and tied them to the bed frame, completely exposing Laura's splayed, inflamed pussy. And to make matters worse, she again began to tighten the wing nuts. Laura had thought the clamp was a tight as it could be. It already crushed her poor, mangled breasts between the two bars.

"I can see this isn't tight enough," Karen said. "Or you'd be begging me, begging me to loosen it, or to get it over with."

Abjectly, piteously, Laura nodded her head rapidly, hoping Karen would see her tears and hear her tiny, squeaking pleas, muffled but still audible through the ball gag. I'm begging you! she tried to cry out, but she knew Karen only pretended not to hear.

The hard rubber bars bit into her breasts. Laura howled with pain and nearly fainted. The only thing that kept her from losing consciousness was Karen's clear determination to finish her off quickly. She knew it would be over in seconds, and that the finale would probably be one of the worst/best ever.

And she was totally right. Knowing Laura would not last a second longer, Karen began with all her skill to whip Laura's vulnerable pussy until Laura simply erupted in a hot gusher of uncontrollable coming. The flat leather pad on the end of the whip snapped into her cuntlips, into her clit, twice, three times, and she exploded.

It was a red death of coming, a harrowing cataclysm of fierce spasms that wrenched and wracked her straining flesh. Immediately, Karen dropped the whip and slid between Laura's quaking thighs, pressing her mouth to Laura's streaming pussy and licking and sucking Laura's clit passionately. That was all it took to prolong Laura's orgasmic peak, bringing her to two more climaxes in succession.

Her three orgasms seemed to blend into one unbearably intense throbbing sunburst of ecstacy, and as it peaked and began to wane, she slumped to the bed, hanging from the handcuffs and desperately trying to breathe through the gag. Karen realized what was happening and ungagged her immediately. Then she began to unwind the wing nuts, loosening the bars that trapped Laura's breasts.

Gradually, Laura began to revive. She rubbed her wrists and watched Karen remove the vise from her breasts. Karen had been right. Even though her pussy burned and throbbed, there were no visible signs of the whipping it had endured. And the reddish pinch marks where the hard rubber bars had clamped her breasts were already fading. In an hour they would disappear. Karen had performed a brutal sexual assault on Laura's body; Laura had come extravagantly, three times; and there was not a significant mark on her flesh.

"You kept your promise," she gave Karen a sultry smile, kissing her sensually, knowing they were not finished with each other.

"I always keep my promises," Karen said softly.

They coiled together on the bed and began a long, slow, skillful sexual communion that culminated twenty minutes later in a shimmering dual explosion of shared rapture. Laura often wondered why they had to go through the ordeal of their tortures and perversions before they could enjoy each other this way. But enjoy they did, coming together in a perfect, throbbing, groaning union of bliss.

A half an hour later, Karen was leaving and pecked Laura on the cheek. "If you ever do this with one of those lesbian bimbos, I'll kill you," she smiled.

"How will you know?" Laura teased.

"They'll leave marks," Karen lowered her head, glowering. "They're not as good as I am."

Laura smiled and kissed her. "You have nothing to worry about. I'm like you, I can't really trust anybody else."

"Go rub some body moisturizer into that pussy and those poor, beautiful nipples," Karen said, kissing her one more time before she left.