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Chapter 238
A phone call from Karen, of all people, woke Laura out
of a sound sleep at one-thirty a.m. on Sunday night.
"Kick that black whore out of your bed," Karen said
sharply. "I'm on my way over."
Laura stretched lazily and yawned, half-purring into
the phone. "There's no one here but me. I've been keeping
the bed warm for you."
"A likely story. Change the sheets, Laura, I'm on my
way."
She hung up. Smiling dreamily, Laura did in fact sniff
the sheets to make sure they weren't too redolent of
Yvette's and Ada's lovely bodies. They were a little rank,
since with both women the fucking had been hot and heavy.
Laura changed them, unable to keep herself from reliving
each thrilling moment, trying to keep her mind off Karen's
call.
It was, after all, a little late. Karen showed up
about fifteen minutes after she had hung up the phone. The
weather had turned cold, and she was wearing a heavy coat
and a thick maroon sweater, her incredible hard breasts
jutting up under it. She also wore jeans that hugged her
considerable bottom.
As Karen removed her coat, Laura was admiring all of
it. "You give new meaning to the phrase `sweater girl,'"
she said.
"You give new meaning to the word `lecher,'" Karen
cracked, with a playfully dour smile. "Take your hungry
eyes off my titties, girl. I came here to get some sleep."
"Oh, right."
Karen was the first girl Laura had ever gone to bed
with. And Laura had been Karen's first, too. Together, for
months, they had explored the strange and wildly exciting
new world of lesbian fucking. After a while, they had
deviated into a period of ingenious bondage and sweetly
passionate torture that had the consequence of letting each
discover things she had never known about herself or the
other.
The stimulation they offered each other this way was so
severe and unavoidable that they became deeply troubled by
their depraved relationship, and though still sharing an
intimate feeling for one another that their first months
together made inevitable, they had drifted apart, meeting
only infrequently, still unable to resist their more intense
urges when together. They were, both knew, for good or ill,
combustible, and there was no way they could spend the night
together in the same apartment alone without fucking, and
probably fucking so roughly that both would be hurting by
morning.
Laura knew all this, and she knew Karen also knew it.
In fact, Karen looked away, unwilling to meet Laura's eyes
immediately, after Laura called her on it. Laura decided to
change the subject.
"It is a little late . . . or didn't you notice?" she
joked. "Did you run out of gas?"
Karen lived across the bay, and she was not the type to
drop in unannounced, as for instance Deshona had, or
Chanitra in the past.
Now Karen looked up. Her large dark brown eyes swirled
with ambiguous meanings. "I . . . had a sudden feeling I
wanted to see you," she said quietly. "There's something
you and I have that I don't have with anybody else."
Laura nodded slowly. "I know what you mean," she said
softly. And she did know. "How about a cup of tea? Or
maybe a glass of wine?"
"Got any vodka?"
"If you get drunk, you won't want to wake up in time
for work," Laura warned.
Now Karen's expression became less ambiguous, and Laura
realized that this would not be a chaste encounter after
all, as she had predicted. Sparks were already flying.
"Will you join me for one?" Karen said boldly.
"Let's have champagne instead. I've got a bottle in
the refrigerator. It was left over from a wedding party we
had for a girl at work. Let's share a bath and a glass of
champagne, how does that sound?"
A slow smile spread across Karen's face. "You better
get the mop too," she murmured sexily. "There will probably
be a little water on the floor."
"Or a lot," Laura said.
Laura could feel her temperature shoot up at the
thought, and from the wild look in Karen's dark eyes, she
could see hers was shooting up too. They had shared baths
before, in their early days together. Laura had purposely
tried to steer them clear of the sado-masochistic self-
indulgence their relationship had fallen into, suggesting
each time they now met that they try making love and
eschewing pain, never with complete success. But she
reasoned that they would have a hot time now fucking wildly
in the bath, and then would be exhausted enough to fall
asleep, without resort to the rope, or the whip.
She went into the bathroom to start the water running
into the tub, then fetched the champagne bottle from the
kitchen, opening it with a festive pop, and nestling it in a
glass bowl filled with ice. She carried it to the bathroom,
intending to return to the kitchen for two champagne flutes.
For a brief moment she found herself wishing that her
own bathroom were as luxurious as Ada's, with its sumptuous
faux marble walls and gold plumbing fixtures and sybaritic
splendor, huge and deeply plush expensive towels, costly
mirrors and lighting. Somehow the mere luxury of it had
enhanced the thrill of their wet and wild shower fucking.
But when she entered her own small bathroom and saw that
Karen had already lifted the maroon sweater over her head
and was disentangling a piece of the turtleneck from her
hair, she realized that they would need no added
ingredients.
Seeing Karen in her bra long ago, the first time, the
white fabric so stark against the smooth black skin of her
upper body, her large breasts straining against the cups,
had been the first time Laura had ever felt a warm stirring
in her pussy that was clearly aroused by another woman. She
had the same reaction now, as she set the bowl filled with
ice and the bottle of champagne on the sink.
Karen caught her eye, her own dark eyes smoking and
dangerous. Slowly, she lowered the now-freed sweater,
watching Laura's gaze pour hungrily over her upper body. A
small, amused smile curved the corners of Karen's sensual
mouth. She knew she had spectacular breasts, and Laura
wasn't the only one who quivered excitedly at the prospect
of her getting ready to remove her bra.
"I was going to get the . . . champagne glasses," Laura
stammered, finding it hard to speak due to the heavily
pounding blood in her throat.
"Maybe you should wait a minute?" Karen suggested
coyly, reaching behind her back with both hands as if to
undo the clasp.
"If I wait a minute, I won't get them at all."
"That would be a shame. I was looking forward to a
toast."
"I'll be right back."
Laura returned to the kitchen cupboard for the
champagne flutes, and grabbed two candles in crystal
candlesticks at the same time. She walked carefully back to
the bathroom, having lots of fragile and expensive glass in
her hands, but unable to ignore her throbbing sexual
excitement. Briefly, her mind darted to the fact that the
Gibsons were no doubt upstairs asleep in the apartment
above, and that she and Karen were about to unleash twin
caged monsters of lust right here in the bathroom, where the
walls amplified every squeal. But her hand shook so at this
reflection that she nearly dropped the glass objects, and
Karen actually had to help her by grabbing a candlestick
that was about ready to fall.
"Here, let me help you with that," she said. "Oooohhh,
candles. I can't wait. I love to be fucked by
candlelight."
Laura turned to her now, hands free. "There you go,
letting it all out," she teased softly. "I was hoping to
seduce you."
"You could still try."
Laura leaned down and turned off the bath water. The
tub was nearly full. She smiled sensually, provocatively,
at Karen.
"Care to join me for a little rub a dub dub?"
"Want to help me off with this?" Karen smiled
seductively back, turning, lifting her hair with one hand.
For one who had been enthusiastically fucking with
Yvette, April, and Ada over the past four days, and who
should therefore be entirely satiated, Laura was surprised
to feel an onrush of very hot and hungry sexual desire for
Karen. I cannot resist this woman's body, she realized.
Any part of it.
She leaned her face forward and began slowly kissing
the dark, smooth skin of Karen's back, avoiding the bra
straps, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulders, her
shoulderblades, her lips moving skillfully, then stopping at
Karen's bra clasp. Laura raised her fingers and unclasped
it, slowly pulling it apart and kissing the warm skin where
the strap had been.
Karen's limp bra straps slid from her shoulders, but
not far since her arm was still raised, holding up her hair
for Laura. Laura's hands slipped under the cups and briefly
brushed the marvelous, out-jutting naked gourds of her firm
breasts before she giggled and twisted away.
"Ah ah ah, no touchee!" she said. "You have to wait.
We have to have a toast first."
Laura's face fell. Her hot blood was raging in her
veins, and she knew from Karen's eyes that she was feeling
the same. It took major self-discipline for both of them
not to fall on the floor in a panting, snarling tangle of
fierce fucking. But Laura had already drawn a full bath and
could see the inviting water winking at them out of the
corner of her eye.
With a small smirk of defeat, she untied the sash of
her bathrobe and slipped out of it, watching Karen's eyes.
Laura knew she had a very attractive naked body, and in fact
it must hold for Karen nearly the same magical significance
as Karen's did for her, since they were each other's first.
But she was forever so hungry for the other's silky,
seductive flesh that she always got a delightful little
shock to see the half-leer of unmistakable lust in her eyes
when she herself disrobed. Right now Karen was looking at
her like a famished wildcat coveting a lamb.
Now Laura, who had been sleeping naked when Karen
phoned and had only thrown on her robe to answer the door,
was naked again, and Karen wore only her tight jeans. Laura
could not take her eyes off the girl's jutting breasts, as
she never could. Karen's large nipples, though only semi-
puffies-not the huge, bulging puffers that Rina, or Trina,
or lately Ada had, but still soft black swollen buds,
succulent and ripe-were thick and gleaming, the full round
balls of her naked breasts thrilling to contemplate.
Laura watched as she unzipped and struggled out of her
jeans, her phenomenally firm, round breasts jiggling sexily
as she moved. Karen's breasts were rounder than anyone's
except Alison's, though they jutted out so impressively from
her body that they took on a gourd-like shape. She skimmed
her panties down her glossy black thighs, and Laura's eyes
lingered on the v-shaped patch of glistening black pubic
hair below her flat belly. Laura wondered if it was her
imagination, or could she smell the heavy, familiar aroma of
both girls' aroused pussies rising up to her nostrils? It
made her blood pump even faster.
When Karen spoke again, her voice was smoky and soft
and a full step lower.
"Laura, maybe you haven't been getting enough screwing.
You're looking at me like you haven't been laid in months."
Laura grinned back and without answering turned to pour
them both a glass of champagne, and to light the candles.
Karen got into the bath first.
"Ooohhh . . . it's hot!" she gasped. "You made it too
hot."
"Not as hot as I'm going to make it in a minute," Laura
smiled, handing her a flute of champagne.
Gingerly balancing her own full flute in one hand, she
too stepped into the bath, which indeed was a little hot.
She sat down in it facing Karen. The candlelight glowed
softly, so much more flattering than the harsh lights Laura
had just extinguished. It threw soft, alluring shadows
across their naked bodies, made even more desirable by the
water that covered their legs and hips, and other soft,
oozing secrets.
Laura raised her glass. "What shall we toast?"
Karen's eyes sparkled and crackled with sexual danger,
which she and Laura had flirted with together for years now.
"Love each other and kiss the whip," she said, her eyes
never leaving Laura's, raising her glass.
Laura, no coward, did not let her eyes leave Karen's
either, but a small, involuntary shiver gripped her body, a
manifestation of sexual excitement she could not ignore. So
. . . is it really going to come to that? her eyes asked
Karen.
The two of them drank their champagne, Karen's eyes
signaling that it was indeed going to come to that, that no
matter how much hot and wet and wild fucking they might do
here in the bath, they would still `kiss the whip' before
she left. Laura drained her glass, then watched Karen do
the same. Karen turned the empty champagne flute in one
hand, watching the candlelight glint off it.
"These are too beautiful to break," she whispered.
"Better put them in a safe place."
"You're right."
Laura took both glasses and carefully stood up again,
leaving the bath for a moment to set them safely on the
sink, enjoying Karen's hungry eyes on her wet, glistening
body as she moved back into the water. Their eyes caught
each other's again, and they quickly slid together and
embraced, kissing ravenously, without preliminaries. Their
fingers clawed passionately at each other's naked back.
Laura luxuriated in the feel of Karen's large, firm breasts
mashing into her own small, upswept globes. Their tongues
snaggled and danced and stabbed into each other's mouth.
"Oh baby . . . it's been too long," Karen sighed,
kissing Laura's cheek, her neck, her damp shoulder where
Karen's own wrist had left bath water as she groped to
embrace Laura's body.
"Tell me about it," Laura panted softly, kissing
Karen's perfect clavicles, licking the bath water from them,
biting her neck gently, sucking her earlobe.
In order to slide together in the small tub, Laura had
slipped one leg under Karen's thigh, and this had brought
their groins very close underwater. Laura could feel
Karen's small, dense pubic patch of hair pushing against her
own. Their throbbing, burbling pussies were only a inch or
so from touching, which inflamed them both further.
Laura ran her hands all over Karen's wet body, feeling
a complicated mixture of feelings. It was almost a new body
to her, in a way, with delightful smoothness and resilience
and unexpected curves, a body she had not felt for a long
time and yet had hungered desperately for many times in the
past. And at the same time, it was a comfortable, friendly
body that seemed to fit flawlessly into her own, a body she
had loved and fucked with fierce, rapist frenzy and also
sweet tenderness countless times, a girl with whom she had
experienced the most excruciating and shattering sexual
moments it was possible to have.
Karen seemed to feel the same way. Her hands also
roamed over Laura's body, and her mouth too. She scooped up
one of Laura's naked breasts in her palm, cradling it,
licking Laura's thick, coral nipple so skillfully that Laura
raised both hands to Karen's head, holding it, digging her
fingers into Karen's scalp through the thick web of her
hair. She groaned softly when Karen finally took the
throbbing nipple completely into her mouth, sucking it
gently, still tonguing it, then sucking harder.
"Unhhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh . . . yes!"
She held Karen's head in her hands and pushed her
aching breast into Karen's face, feeling her nipple inside
the girl's mouth pulse and flame and spring erect. She
slipped one hand under the water, between their groins,
while Karen sucked her nipple, and maneuvered two fingers up
into Karen's tight, warm pussy, all slimy and slippery from
her fuck-juices mingling with the bath water. Briefly,
Karen's lips paused. She released Laura's nipple and looked
up, her eyes streaked with a hot flash of sexual excitement.
"Ohhh!" she sighed, biting her full lower lip.
Laura leaned forward and kissed her again, heatedly,
almost drinking her mouth, nibbling and sucking her full,
sensual lips. At the same time, she scissored Karen's clit
between both fingers, still probing with them, rubbing and
pinching her clit while fingerfucking her at the same time.
They both began to squirm more, and the bath water started
swooping up and down the sides of the tub, and the splashing
noises grew louder.
Karen groaned softly and kissed Laura back with
feverish passion, squeezing Laura's breasts, twisting
Laura's aching nipples in her fingers.
"Laura . . . we waited too long to do this," she
panted.
"I know. God, I love your body. I can't get enough of
it."
"You can have as much of it as you want," Karen gasped,
groaning softly again as Laura's probing fingers touched her
secret nerves. "Unh! Oh . . . god, it feels so good!"
"I want to swallow you. I want to eat you alive. I
want to fuck you so bad."
Karen had begun as the aggressor, but Laura now had her
pinned against the rear of the tub and leaning back, her
fingers inside Karen's slippery cunt pushing, plunging
faster. She dropped her mouth to the firm, jutting black
gourds of Karen's breasts, sucking one bulging black plum
into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and pinching
it with her lips.
"Ohhnnn! Oh . . . Jesus!" Karen gasped.
Laura scooped up Karen's other breast in her free hand
and released Karen's wonderful, chewy, gooey black nipple to
suck the second one, still hand-fucking her hard under the
water, sucking Karen's second nipple even more strongly than
she had sucked the first one, feeling Karen's body undulate
instinctively under her. But Karen, though nearly overcome
by Laura's heated sexual onslaught, wanted her share of
Laura too. She got her hand between their squirming bodies
too, slipping one finger up into Laura's pussy, rubbing
Laura's clit vigorously with the upper part of her palm.
"Aunngghh!" Laura gagged, feeling a hot uprush of
sexual pleasure in her body. "Oh yes!"
Karen's wet, slippery nipple had escaped from her lips,
but she quickly guided it into her mouth again, sucking it
hard, letting Karen feel the hint of her sharp teeth in the
sensitive areola, knowing how Karen's body responded to such
a stimulus.
"Unhh! Unhh!" Karen moaned. "Oh god . . . yes! Bite
it!"
"Mmmm," Laura hummed back. "It's going to make you
come, isn't it."
"Oh yes! Unhh!"
But Laura realized she was about to come herself. They
had worked each other up into a hot frenzy of need. The
water was now splashing all over them and the tub and the
floor too as they thrashed and surged together, groping and
squeezing and sucking one another, panting, groaning
urgently.
"Oh god, bite it, Laura!"
"Mmmm, you're going to come whether I bite it or not,"
Laura teased, gasping herself, her eyes rolling up as
Karen's hand moved rapidly in her crotch, her palm swirling
over Laura's throbbing clit, bringing her closer and closer.
"Ungghh! Oh god, honey, you're . . . unhhh . . . you're
bringing me there too!"
"Come with me, Laura," Karen gasped, looking deep into
Laura's eyes. "Fuck me and come with me . . . now. Now!
Hurry!"
For a frantic second of panic, Laura realized they were
making a lot of noise, and in the bathroom no less, the
noisiest room in the apartment, where each ecstatic cry
echoed and reverberated for seconds. It was nearly two
a.m., and she knew the Gibsons had to be upstairs asleep.
Oh god, don't let them wake up! she prayed. There's no way
we can stop this now!
"Ungghhh! Auunngghhh!" Karen groaned, louder than
before, her body seizing up as a fierce, wrenching orgasm
suddenly gripped her.
Laura, almost desperately, quivering in the first
clenching stages of a sharp orgasm herself, flung her body
forward onto Karen, holding one hand over Karen's mouth and
burying her own face in Karen's smooth neck, as a series of
muffled, choked off squeaks began to rise from her own
lungs. A paralyzing shock of white-hot pleasure impaled her
whole writhing body, and she came hard.
"Mnnnggnnhhiieee!" she wailed into Karen's neck, unable
to feel anything but the pure, scalding, scorching pleasure
in her whole body for seconds. "Unnggmmnnghhiee!"
Karen had stopped moaning before Laura's throttled
squeaks began to wane, and she lay panting and dazed under
Laura, her body more submerged under what water remained in
the tub than Laura's was. Laura's free hand was still
loosely resting on Karen's lips, and Karen looked at Laura
oddly until Laura, embarrassed, removed it.
"The neighbors," Laura said, by way of explanation.
"New. The ones who lived there before could . . . hear. I
didn't want the new ones to hear."
Karen grinned slowly. "Maybe you better come over to
my place from now on."
Laura kissed her. "I don't care if they heard. We
came together. We came hard together."
"You got that right." Karen looked over the edge of
the tub. "But you didn't take my advice and bring the mop
in here along with the champagne."
Each still had one or more fingers embedded in the
other's throbbing, tingling pussy. Laura extended her
tongue and tickled Karen's full lips with it in an
insinuating, sexual invitation, moving her hand again
underwater at the same time, letting Karen feel some
pressure against her clit.
"I'll bet we could come again by barely moving," she
whispered.
Karen's eyes glazed over, and her breath quickened. "I
know I could," she gasped. "But I want more." She pulled
her own finger out of Laura's cunt, then took Laura's wrist
in her hand and removed Laura's fingers from hers. "Kiss
the whip, remember?"
Laura made a sad face. "You had to remind me."
"Maybe you'd rather I left," Karen said with a straight
face.
Laura shook her head. "Don't try it. I might have to
tie you up and . . . have my way with you."
She had started to say `whip you' but didn't have the
courage to follow through.
"I hope that means what I think it does," Karen said
darkly, giving Laura a smoldering look.
She reached one hand behind her back and opened the
drain. Together, to prevent slipping, they helped one
another out of the tub as the water gurgled out. They
toweled one another off lovingly, being totally infatuated
with each other's body, very much in danger of dissolving
quickly into another hot coupling right there beside the
tub. But Karen, her eyes darkening with deeper, smoldering
sexual threats and promises, drew Laura out of the bathroom
into the bedroom.
She kneeled down and searched under Laura's bed, since
she knew where Laura kept most of her kinky treasures.
Quickly, she found the rope and pulled it out, her eyes
widening significantly as he glanced up at Laura. But she
could not find the rest of the implements she was looking
for. Laura suddenly remembered the vise, the horrible
rubber clamp that crushed your breasts and left them aching
for days, which she had loaned to Earlene and never
reclaimed. God, do you think she's looking for that? she
wondered.
"The gag," Karen prompted her. "And the . . . you
know, kiss the-?"
Laura smiled grimly. She went to her dresser and
opened the top drawer, where she actually had two ball gags,
one a simple affair with a single strap that fastened behind
the head, the other a more elaborate harness with several
straps and eyeholes, made to stay in place, which Karen had
actually given her long ago. It occurred to her that,
considering her fear of the Gibsons overhearing their
screams of sweet torture, it might be best if both of them
wore a gag. She took both gags out.
"The whip's in the closet," she said to Karen, pointing
in that direction with her head.
Karen smiled slyly, letting her eyes linger on Laura's,
amused and aroused, it seemed, by Laura's mixture of
reluctance and obvious sexual excitement. Then she moved to
the closet and in a few seconds found the long, thin whip
with the small square leather patch on the end, the mere
sight of which made Laura remember moments of intermingled
agony and intense sexual release probably more intense than
any she had ever experienced. She knew Karen had the same
memories.
Could we ever match those? she wondered. Is that what
we're trying to do? Is that what we're shooting for?
"There's one last thing," Karen said, her voice low and
now thick and syrupy with hot sexual implications.
"Remember those clamps that look like baby alligator teeth?
With the rubber coating over the teeth, so they don't tear
your skin?"
Laura nodded slowly. She still had them. She knew
where they were. They were also in the top drawer of the
dresser. She looked at them often, wondering why she kept
them. When applied to your nipples, they made you want to
tear the roof off with your screams, they were so painful.
"Get them out," Karen whispered, panting softly now
behind her words.
"You're not putting them on me," Laura said, moving to
the dresser. "Promise me you won't."
Again Karen smiled slyly. "No promises," she said. "I
can see I may have to get you motivated."
Laura understood what she meant, but she wondered if it
were true. She knew herself. Sometimes in the past with
Karen she had not warmed right away to the exciting
prospects of the masochistic pleasures Karen had craved, but
once in the thick of it, Laura had often surprised herself,
not only by her ability to inflict pain but also by the
transfiguring ecstasies she had experienced while receiving
it. I'm just as bad as she is, she had realized on more
than a few occasions. When we get right into it, I can be
meaner than I ever thought.
Laura kept the alligator nipple clamps, which were
linked by a golden chain, as if they comprised some piece of
fine jewelry, in a small, velvet-lined box inside the
drawer. She opened it and took them out, dangling them from
her fingers. Karen smiled oddly.
"Nasty little things, aren't they," she murmured,
giving Laura a meaningful look. "It makes me wet just to
look at them."
Laura briefly gnawed her lower lip. She realized that
she was feeling the same thing. Placing them on the
bedstand, she bent over and picked up the rope. She pulled
down the bedspread and flung the coiled rope into the middle
of the mattress, then gently drew Karen down onto the bed
beside her, with the rope in the middle. Now they playfully
coiled the rope around each other's naked breasts, not yet
intent on real bondage, just teasing and toying with one
another.
"Tell me what made you call," Laura prompted her,
looping a coil of rope around one of Karen's beautiful,
large breasts, playfully tightening and loosening it,
watching the thick, gleaming black nipple swell.
"It is a little late, isn't it," Karen said softly.
Laura nodded, unable to take her eyes off Karen's
large, swelling nipple.
"I was lying there next to this girl I met at a party
last night, all tangled together with her, listening to her
snore."
Laura felt her insides suddenly flame alive with hot
jealousy, emotions so violent and instantaneous that they
scared her. From the start of their relationship Laura had
known that sleeping with Karen and other beautiful black
women was almost the only thing that mattered in her life,
whereas Karen had continued a series of desultory affairs
with various men, never really warming to girl-girl sex with
anyone other than Laura. Now Laura realized that this had
made her feel very good. Karen might get speared and
hammered repeatedly by these boyfriends, but no other woman
had a claim on her affections, or her beautiful, voluptuous
body, but Laura.
Now, to her deep chagrin, Laura realized it wasn't
true, and she swallowed dryly, trying to stomach her own
na<vet, as well as her acutely physical jealousy, which
enraged her and made her nearly feel like vomiting.
"And I found myself thinking," Karen continued without
noticing Laura's reaction, "'This is okay, but it isn't
Laura. I miss her.'" Her dark eyes glowed as she looked
deep into Laura's. "It wasn't only physical. I was . . . I
don't know. There's more with you. More than with just
about anybody else, I guess."
Laura found it hard to fight past her fury. "Is she
white?" she heard herself asking, as if unable to prevent
the words from escaping her lips.
She felt terrible. It betrayed her feelings so
clearly. It was so personal, and such a disgracefully bold
and odious question to ask anybody.
Karen looked down at her breast, which Laura had
unconsciously strangled with the rope until it was hard and
bulging, the swollen black nipple protruding more than ever,
glossy and glimmering, the stubby center stem pushing up a
good half an inch.
"You're hurting me," she said to Laura.
"Isn't that what you wanted?"
Karen's eyes narrowed. "She's Chinese," she said
evenly, though Laura couldn't judge whether she was telling
the truth.
Laura let the rope go slack. "Sorry." She leaned
closer and licked Karen's large, glimmering black nipple.
"Sorry I asked. Really."
Now Karen playfully looped two coils of rope around
each of Laura's small breasts, pulling them tighter. "I may
have to get back at you," she whispered, in a mock threat.
"For hurting me that way."
"You . . . already hurt me," Laura said, turning her
head to the side. "I couldn't help it."
"What if she was white?" Karen asked. "Would it
matter?"
Laura shook her head. "Probably not. I hate the
thought of anyone doing this with you. But me."
Laura was distracted by her jealousy and didn't notice
that Karen had continued with the rope. But now she felt
the coils tighten and felt a soft, insistent throbbing rise
in her nipples. She looked down and saw her breasts
entirely encased in loops of rope, and her thick, coral
nipples expanding, flaring, shiny. A hot, startling sexual
current sprung to life in her body, and she could feel her
pussy melting and oozing inside.
She looked up at Karen, suddenly feeling desperately
horny.
"Do you want me to go ahead?" Karen asked softly,
dangerously.
Slowly, Laura nodded. "Don't hurt me?" she asked,
almost inaudibly.
Karen was already wrapping strands of rope around
Laura's body. "I would never hurt you, Laura. I only want
to motivate you." She smiled slyly again.
In another minute or so, Laura was immobilized and
helpless. They had tied up one another so many times that
Karen easily had Laura's wrists tied to her thighs and her
ankles fastened to the footboard of the bed in a few
seconds, her legs spread. Laura's crotch was completely
open, her wet pussy parted and inflamed, gaping, hot pink
and glistening. The whole thing aroused her fiercely, but
she was trembling since she knew what was coming: some pain
mixed with wild sexual excitement, two or three horrific
orgasms.
Now that Karen had her immobilized, she returned to
Laura's breasts, where the coils of rope had come loose
while she was securing the other pieces. In another minute,
she had Laura's breasts completely surrounded by rope again,
pulled just tightly enough to make Laura's nipples throb and
swell. She wrapped the loose ends of rope around Laura's
waist and secured them with a tight knot.
The only way Laura could lie on her back, since her
wrists were tied to her thighs, was to scoot forward and
bend her knees. This way she was close to the end of the
bed, her thighs splayed, her inflamed, aching cunt totally
vulnerable. She looked up pitifully at Karen, trembling
harder.
"You better put in the gag," she whimpered. "I'll . .
. scream."
Karen raised her eyebrows, a half-smile returning to
her lips. "I know you will."
"Don't hurt me."
"Quit worrying, darling Laura," Karen purred, moving
closer, leaning over from the end of the bed, sweeping her
heavy, dangling breasts over Laura's trussed body. "You
know I wouldn't hurt you. But I want more of you before the
gag. I want you to chase my nipples with your mouth. You
know how you love my nipples. Here . . . and here . . . can
you catch one? Mmmm, I love the feel of your tongue on
them. Yes! Oh, yes!"
It had been a long time since they had played these
wildly exciting games together. The dark, round globes of
Karen's breasts swung over Laura's face, and she craned her
neck to lunge with her mouth at the huge, swollen black
nipples, swiping them with her tongue, feeling her cunt
flood with warm juice, feeling her body writhe and strain
against the coils of rope. Briefly she wondered why she had
given in to this, after fighting it for so long. Why did I
let her do this to me? she thought. But the feverish sexual
excitement quickly took over.
Karen chuckled throatily as she swept her naked breasts
over Laura's face, swinging her body away just as Laura's
lips almost reached one bulging nipple, then sweeping the
other one across Laura's helpless mouth as Laura's neck
muscles gave out and she had to let her head drop back to
the bed.
"Oh . . . you're out of practice, aren't you?" Karen
teased. She raised her hands to Laura's entrapped breasts,
taut balls swollen by the tight coils, and began slowly
twisting Laura's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"You're going to have to do better, darling. I'm going to
pinch you until you get one in your mouth."
"Anhhh! Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling hot pain in her
nipples as Karen twisted them, though she knew it was only a
hint of what she would soon be feeling.
She raised her head up again quickly and lunged for one
dangling breast, this time catching Karen's swollen black
nipple in her mouth and sucking it in deep, sinking her
teeth into the surrounding, puffed up areola at the same
time.
"Annghh!" Karen cried out, grimacing, releasing Laura's
nipples with her fingers and placing a hand on either side
of Laura's head. "Unhhh! Oh shit . . . yes! Yes, Laura!"
She mashed her full, firm breast into Laura's face,
throwing her head back and keening as Laura continued to
suck it. Laura had pulled back her teeth after the first
brief bite, but Karen wanted more of the sharp, thrilling
pain.
"Bite it again . . . Laura!" she groaned. "Unhhh! Yes
. . . anngghhiieee!"
Laura sucked and bit Karen's plump, bulbous nipple
savagely, feeling Karen's body shudder and struggle on top
of her.
"Hhhh . . . hhhh . . . now the other one!" Karen
panted, pulling her ravaged nipple from Laura's mouth and
with one hand guiding her other nipple between Laura's open
lips. "Yes! Ungghhhh!"
Laura sucked and bit it too, instinctively trying to
lift her hands, which were firmly lashed to her thighs, to
hold the wonderful hard globe as she assaulted it.
"Oh god . . . I'm going to come if you keep it up!"
Karen gasped, whimpering almost hysterically.
And Laura realized it was true. Karen's body was
shaking, and her cries and moans were more desperate than
any yet. And then Karen suddenly got control of herself.
Still shaking and mewling, she nevertheless pulled up,
taking deep breaths, pulling her wet, throbbing, pointing
nipple from Laura's mouth.
"But not yet," she panted. "Not me. You first."
Laura looked up at her, feeling every bit as aroused as
she could see Karen was. "You want to save it for me?" she
asked, threatening Karen with her eyes, even though she
herself was the one who was tightly bound, and soon to be
gagged.
Karen bent down to kiss her, a hungry, searching kiss,
her wet, erect nipples brushing Laura's as their tongues
snaked and danced. "I'm going to let you whip it out of
me," she whispered.
Laura glowered passionately at her. "You're going to
regret you gave me the opportunity, you bitch," she hissed.
Smiling, Karen dropped her fingers again to Laura's
tender nipples. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly pinched
and twisted them both at the same time, sending a fiery jolt
of pain through Laura's whole body. Laura stiffened, and a
long shriek began deep in her chest, but before it could
escape from her throat, Karen had stuffed the ball gag into
her mouth.
"Ummgphhnigghhmmm!" Laura groaned, feeling her eyes
water in pain from the sharp pinches.
The gag Karen put on her was the simple one with only a
single strap that held it in place behind Laura's head, and
so it went on quickly and easily. Now Karen, sliding down
Laura's contorted, tightly-bound body, began licking and
sucking Laura's nipples instead of pinching them. This
drove Laura to the brink. She was already frantically
aroused, but Karen now teased her body mercilessly, sucking
one pulsing, throbbing nipple tenderly, then ringing it with
her teeth, reminding Laura of what Laura had moments ago
done to her own nipples.
Was she going to bite it . . . or wasn't she?
"Ungghmmmnngghiieee!" Laura screamed into the ball as
Karen's teeth clamped her areola, sending a scalding squirt
of fire through her breast.
"Mmmmm, you like that," Karen purred, now panting
heavily.
She licked Laura's tortured nipple, then turned her
attentions to Laura's other breast, teasing and sucking it
too, squeezing the distended, swollen ball of flesh roughly
in her fingers, which made Laura's wet nipple flare and
swell even more. Now Laura began to shake, moaning
urgently, her pelvis beginning to swirl and churn
instinctively as the desire to climax started to overwhelm
her. She knew she was close to a fierce explosion, but
Karen, though willing to bring it about, wanted to postpone
it further.
"Oh no, you don't," she said, pulling back, just as she
was about to devour Laura's other nipple, which Laura was
crazy to have her do.
Her eyes implored Karen. Suck it! Please suck it . .
. bite it, please! I'm going to come! I might even come as
soon as you do it! Please!
But Karen, though she and Laura had not fucked for
months, recognized all the signs. She knew Laura well, and
she also knew how to manipulate her body so that inevitable
orgasms happened only when she summoned them. She slid down
further, kissing Laura's taut, palpitating stomach,
caressing it with her fingertips, slithering her tongue deep
into Laura's navel.
"Oh, nice abs, Laura," she murmured, kissing the
rippling muscles in Laura's smooth stomach, much accentuated
right now by Laura's almost unbearable sexual tension. "I
forgot you have such nice abs, such a nice tummy. I love to
kiss it and stroke it."
Laura moaned and twisted. Somehow it felt like the
coils of rope around her breasts and her waist and tightly
lashing her wrists to her thighs were shrinking, biting into
her flesh, binding her more tightly than ever. And now
Karen slid even lower, until she was gazing directly into
Laura's inflamed, gaping, oozing pussy, smiling, admiring
it.
"Nobody has a pussy like this, Laura," she whispered.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I ever saw. And it's all
gooey and hot right now, wanting to come, right? I want to
taste it . . . but I'll have to be so careful."
"Mmmmnngggg!" Laura groaned, pumping her hips, her eyes
streaked with hot, urgent need.
Still smiling, Karen reached down to the floor where
she had earlier dropped the whip. Though delirious with
sexual need, Laura realized what was happening, and a sharp
stab of fear penetrated her writhing body. Karen
reappeared, her smile more sinister now, and began to tickle
Laura's erect, rubbery, protruding nipples with the square
leather pad on the end of the whip's shaft.
The whip was very flexible, so that you could give a
sharp, stinging blow with it as well as a softer, teasing,
attention-getting flick, and Karen began to use it
skillfully. Laura looked down at her throttled breasts, now
beginning to suffuse with a faint, purplish glow as more
blood became trapped by the ropes. Her nipples too were
darker, shiny, pulsing wildly. The leather pad on the end
of the whip slid around the taut balls of her breasts,
pausing at her nipples, flicking them, but so softly that it
only made her want to feel it harder, feel the pad sting
them, anything but this tantalizing, infuriating tickle,
which Karen was doing deliberately, enjoying Laura's
torment.
Now she moved the tip of the whip down Laura's body,
flicking the rippled abs she had earlier been admiring, then
letting it descend into Laura's splayed crotch. Laura held
her breath as she watched the small, square, leather pad
skim over her bulging, glimmering clit without touching it,
then gently brush her swollen, puckered cuntlips. Her eyes
rolled up. She arched her back, shimmying her hips,
groaning softly and deliriously.
Fuck me, fuck me, hit me with it, make me come, oh
please, I'm going to come, any second! Please make me come!
Karen, please! her eyes begged.
Instead, Karen insinuated the edges of the pad between
Laura's gaping pussy lips into the wet, fiery interior,
tickling her there, then drawing it slowly up across Laura's
clit.
"Are you ready? Are you ready . . . darling? You
hungry? You need to come? You want it bad?" she teased,
grinning diabolically.
Frantically, Laura nodded her head, whimpering
hysterically. She realized that Karen had not finished with
her nipples as she saw the whip again ascend to her
strangled breasts. Karen began tapping Laura's nipples
lightly with it, first one several times, then the other.
Again the frantic need to have it done harder assailed
Laura, but she didn't have to wait long this time. Quickly,
Karen began to snap the whip.
Thwack! Snapppp! Thwack!
The flat tip landed about five times on each of Laura's
nipples, making her writhe and scream in pain into the ball
gag, her nipples flaming with red-hot pain, her breasts
throbbing, her whole body twisting and straining against the
tight ropes. In spite of the pain, she knew she was going
to come, any second. Karen knew it too.
"Oh . . . you're ready, aren't you, honey," she panted,
dropping the whip again to Laura's crotch. "Now you can
come. Now I'll let you come. Come on, baby, come hard!"
Laura held her breath. When the whip end cut into her
exposed pussy, she nearly fainted. Having taken her time
leading up to this, Karen was not going to delay it any
longer. She applied the whip vigorously to Laura's poor
pussy, smacking Laura's cuntlips with it indiscriminately
before raising it an inch or so to Laura's clit and
delivering three sharp blows. Laura gagged into the ball in
her mouth, her body flipping and surging off the bed,
straining mightily against the ropes that held her.
"Ummnngghphhhmmggnniieeeee!" she wailed, beginning to
come in excruciating seizures of ecstasy.
Karen, knowing when enough was enough, dropped the
whip. She leaned forward, slipping between Laura's
shuddering thighs, replacing the whip with her mouth, now
devouring Laura's flaming wet pussy hungrily, running her
tongue over Laura's throbbing clit, sliding two fingers up
into Laura's slimy channel and then sucking her clit with
enough force to make Laura explode quickly in another
shockingly intense orgasm.
Again her body was seized by a stiff, clenching,
killing flood of spasms that wracked her poor, quivering
flesh for an eternity. When the coming finally waned, she
slumped back to the mattress, feeling for the first time the
wet tears on her cheeks. Her pussy was on fire, and not a
pleasant, sexual fire this time, but the aftermath of a
sharp whipping. Oh god, I knew I didn't want to do this,
she thought.
And yet her body was still throbbing with aftershocks
from the horrific orgasms. She and Karen had not done it
for a while, but the devastating impact of these sexual
encounters had not changed. Laura was stunned and dazed by
the experience and hardly noticed Karen untying her wrists,
unwrapping the coils of rope from her tortured breasts.
Karen left the gag for last, finally unfastening it and
peeling the straps forward, letting the ball fall from
Laura's open mouth. Laura gulped a couple of deep breaths.
"You are such an evil cunt," she said under her breath,
still barely able to breathe.
Karen made a long face. "Is that any way to talk?
Here, want to get even?"
She leaned down and picked up the whip from where she
had dropped it. Her full, dark breasts swooped out, making
Laura want to grab them and squeeze and suck and bite and
torture them the way Karen had tortured hers. Karen looked
up at her. She knew what Laura was feeling and had planned
it that way.
"You should see the look in your eyes," she said,
softly.
Laura reached for the rope. "Come over here," she
said.
Karen obeyed, still carrying the whip. She handed it
to Laura, who placed it at the foot of the bed. Now that
she knew she was going to be on the receiving end, she
seemed docile and wide-eyed, vulnerable, even half-afraid.
She knew she had hurt Laura, and Laura would hurt her back.
"I'm . . . sorry if I was a little rough," she
apologized.
Laura pushed her down onto the bed. "You aren't
sorry."
"You came hard," Karen said, as if that would weaken
Laura's anger.
Laura ignored her. She looped the rope around Karen's
magnificent, jutting breasts, pulling the coils tight,
tighter than necessary, just to see Karen's reaction.
"Unhhh! Ouchhh!" Karen cried out, wincing and looking
down at her breasts, her round silky black nipples popping
and protruding off the taut surface of each dark gourd. "Oh
shit, that hurts!"
"If you don't keep it down, I'll have to gag you right
now," Laura snapped. "My neighbors are asleep upstairs."
God, I hope! she thought.
"You're hurting me," Karen bleated softly.
"Poor baby," Laura glowered.
She continued to tie up Karen's breasts, making the
coils tighter than usual, but not yet knotting the rope, so
that she could later loosen them. Karen's breasts were much
larger than her own and would accommodate four or five coils
each. In less than a minute, the large balls were squeezed
in five coils of rope apiece, painfully constricted and
strangled, Karen's black nipples bursting and pointing like
thick ripe black plums.
"God . . . you're hurting me . . . more than you need
to," Karen gasped, shaking her head, looking down at her
mangled breasts.
Rarely did they ever tie one another's breasts this
tightly. Laura had not knotted the rope on purpose, but she
held the two strands together in one hand behind Karen's
back. With one swift yank, she pulled Karen down on her
back, with Laura hovering over her.
The luscious, bursting gourds of Karen's entrapped
breasts were irresistible. Laura brushed her own burning,
aching nipples against Karen's big, protruding bulbs, then
slid down a little and grabbed Karen's hard, engorged
globes, digging her fingers into the flesh that extended
beyond the coils of rope. Karen gasped.
"Oh! Oh!"
"You better keep it down, bitch!" Laura glared at her.
"Quiet, or I'll hurt you even worse."
Now Karen dropped all pretense. Her breasts were in
pain, but she was also wildly aroused by it, and by Laura's
threats. She had worked hard to reach this moment, and from
the wild, erotic expression in her dark eyes Laura could see
that she was relishing every second of it. She looked up at
Laura from under her heavy eyelids, her eyes smoking and
pulsing.
"If I scream, will you tie me up and fuck me and whip
me hard?" she asked in a soft, alluring voice, flirting,
daring.
Laura suddenly realized she could not trust Karen to
keep it down any longer. The situation was too provocative.
The mixture of seductiveness and defiance Karen showed was
volatile. She might provoke Laura into a sharp sexual
attack, then scream hysterically. And the fat would then be
in the fire. The Gibsons would wake up, and maybe other
neighbors as well. After all, it was nearly three a.m. Two
half-demented she-cats screaming and sex-torturing each
other and fucking in the apartment downstairs would be more
than alarming.
Laura relented. She released the rope, letting the
coils around Karen's breasts suddenly go slack. She sat up
on the bed and pulled Karen up to face her. Karen's
throbbing eyes questioned her.
"Why did you stop?"
Laura's eyes narrowed as she rolled sideways off the
bed to grab the other ball gag, the one with the eyeholes
and the harness. Karen watched silently. She made no
protest as Laura placed the harness over her head, pushed
the red rubber ball into her mouth, fastened the buckles on
the side.
Now Laura returned her attentions to Karen's
magnificent naked breasts, tying them up skillfully this
time, not so tight as before, leaving room for the blood to
flow but constricting the large, round globes enough so that
Karen's thick, bulbous nipples puffed out and gleamed in
mouthwatering perfection. She looped the thick white rope
around and between them. Lift and separate, she thought,
perversely laughing to herself. These are so beautiful. No
wonder I fell in love with them from the start.
When she finished, Karen's breasts were also trapped in
a kind of harness made of tight coils of white rope
crisscrossing between them, wrapped around her neck and then
coiled in very tight loops around her stomach, so that her
breathing was now labored, and her soft whimpers muffled by
the ball in her mouth.
"Oh, are you going to get it," Laura said, half-
audibly, running her hands all over Karen's naked, tightly
bound body, lightly pinching her swollen nipples, as if to
hint at the thrilling pain to come.
It took her less than two minutes more to tie Karen's
wrists behind her and her feet to the headboard of the bed,
her sleek, glossy thighs splayed to reveal the dark red gash
between them, now all soupy and glistening, Karen's jet-
black pubic hair even sparkling here and there with droplets
of fuck juice, a sight that made Laura's throat catch with
hot lust. As she often did at this moment, she wanted to
stop right there and fling herself on her lovely victim
rapaciously, devouring and viciously sucking her bulbous,
silky black nipples, pressing her eager mouth feverishly to
Karen's festering, swollen, gaping cunt, sucking her clit,
making her come in a hot, incandescent fury.
But she controlled herself. They both wanted more.
Karen especially, who had initiated this whole sequence of
depravity-this time, at least-wanted an experience she knew
she could only have with Laura. There was fear in her
eyes, but also deep erotic excitement. She watched Laura's
every move, and Laura, knowing she was watching, carefully
caressed and tweaked every sensitive, exposed nerve in
Karen's trussed body, making her moan and quiver
uncontrollably.
Unlike Laura's earlier position, Karen's ankles were
tied to the head of the bed, her legs fully extended, so
that there was plenty of room for Laura to kneel between
them. After pinching and licking Karen's bulging nipples,
she descended lower, kissing and stroking Karen's quivering
flesh, so smooth and dark and sleek and satiny, until she
was facing Karen's burbling wet quim, all inflamed and ruby
red. Laura pulled the glossy black swollen labia open with
her thumbs to expose the entire glistening, fiery wet pit,
and breathed deeply, sucking in the thick, aromatic odors of
Karen's wildly aroused pussy.
She wanted to suck and lick it passionately. This
pussy was the first one I ever kissed, she thought, with a
sort of mild awe. Since then she had made love to many that
were physically more beautiful, perhaps, but this aroused
and oozing fuck-cauldron still hypnotized her with hot lust
and love and thrilling desire. She ran her fingertips up
and down in the greasy trench, letting them graze Karen's
taut little clit at the top, feeling Karen's body clench
involuntarily, and hearing a small, muffled whimper rise
from her chest.
I can't resist, she thought. I can't stop myself. I
have to kiss it. I'll be careful, you won't come, not yet,
but I have to kiss it!
She bent forward and ran her lips along the firm dark
flesh of Karen's inner thighs, first one, then the other,
kneading the resilient thigh muscles with her fingers and
letting her lips approach slowly, tantalizingly closer to
the open, inflamed mouth of Karen's hungry red cunt. Now
Karen whimpered more loudly into the gag. Her buns
clenched, and her pelvis gyrated in frantic, instinctive
fuck-motions, swirling, pumping.
"Mmmm, you want me to lick your pussy, don't you,"
Laura murmured to her, glancing up at her eyes peering
through the eyeholes of the harness gag, streaked with
desperate need.
But Karen shook her head from side to side rapidly.
"Unnmmohhh! Unnmmohhh!" she groaned into the ball gag,
her protests almost comical, if Laura hadn't grasped their
meaning immediately.
Her eyes implored Laura. The pussy licking would come
later. Right now she was in the state she had craved, the
very reason she had come over here in the first place.
Tightly bound, immobilized, her wet, inflamed pussy totally
exposed and vulnerable to Laura, her breasts throbbing and
swollen, her cries cruelly stifled by the red hard rubber
ball in her mouth, she was sexually aroused to the highest
pitch, hovering on the verge of several absolutely crushing
climaxes. She did not want to have them defused by Laura's
mouth on her pussy. Only the violent sexual assault she
craved would unleash the full, demonic power of the orgasms
she was seeking.
Laura, whose own pussy still burned with the fires left
by the whip in Karen's hands, and who could still feel the
afterglow in her lower body of the sharp orgasms she had
experienced only a few minutes earlier, knew what Karen
meant. She smiled at her indulgently.
"Oh . . . all right, then. First you get what you
want. But I'm warning you. I'm going to lick this
beautiful black pussy into heaven two or three more times
before I let you leave."
Karen nodded, looking at once relieved and also, if
possible, more excited. She watched as Laura leaned across
her bound body to the bedstand and retrieved the alligator
nipple clamps. Whereas earlier Laura had recoiled at the
sight of them, remembering the intense pain they had caused
her the few times she had allowed-or at least had been
unable to prevent-their application to her own nipples, she
now felt fresh sexual fires leap alive in her own groin as
she dangled the two clips from their thin gold chain before
Karen's eyes.
Karen looked worried but unafraid, her eyes widening,
her labored breathing growing faster. Laura pinched open
the first clamp. Holding the teeth apart, she positioned
one of Karen's large, bulging nipples between the two
prongs, then slowly released the pressure so that the teeth
clamped together. The alligator clamp bit down so deeply
into Karen's swollen nipple that the edges of the teeth in
the middle disappeared into her areola.
She groaned, and her eyes rolled up, her muffled breath
chuffing and wheezing against the ball in her mouth. Her
whole body seemed to stiffen in pain, and water appeared in
her eyes.
Unable to stop herself, Laura bent forward slightly and
extended her tongue, licking Karen's tortured, mangled
nipple where it protruded from the tight clamp. Karen
whinnied deep in her chest and quivered uncontrollably.
"Uunngmmnnnmm!" she grunted softly, her eyes reflecting
her pain all mixed together with intense pleasure.
Slowly, Laura reached over beside them and picked up
the whip. Karen's eyes grew wider, and her low whinnying
turned into short, frantic whimpers. Laura brought the tip
of the whip up to Karen's entrapped nipple, brushing the
small square leather pad on the end of it across the thick,
erect black center that was now jutting up nearly a quarter
of an inch above the tightly-pinched areola. Karen moaned
and shuddered.
"Mmmmm, I think the whip wants to kiss you," she
murmured softly, letting her eyes drift up to Karen's,
alluding to Karen's earlier toast in the bathtub.
She began to tap Karen's twisted nipple softly with the
whip end. This, she knew, did not hurt at all, though the
alligator clamp surely had to be still causing intense pain.
But she didn't intend it to hurt anyway, only to heighten
the fear and the wild sexual excitement Karen was clearly
feeling, her body straining and clenching in the grip of the
tight ropes, her smooth dark skin gleaming everywhere the
thick coils bit into it.
Tap . . . tap . . . tap.
"Uunngmmnnnmm!"
Now, proceeding slowly, wanting the slow, simmering
agony to build, Laura dropped the whip and grasped the other
alligator clamp, which was dangling by the gold chain below
Karen's hard, round, engorged, rope-strangled breast. With
a playful but also sinister smile, Laura raise it to Karen's
other bulging nipple, slowly opening the jaws, watching
Karen's eyes glaze over briefly with a fear of the fresh,
more intense pain that was coming.
"I wish it were my teeth going into this beautiful
nipple," Laura murmured, placing Karen's other nipple
between the fierce jaws of the clamp and letting them close
slowly on it.
Karen's body acted like an electric current had been
shot through it. Again she stiffened and quivered as the
rubber-coated teeth bit into her large areola, and the stiff
center rivet jutted out further. Now Laura ran the tip of
the whip all over Karen's bulging, painfully throttled
breast, teasing her, running it over the other one too, then
back to the nipple newly flaring with pain in its alligator
clamp.
Tap . . . tap . . . tap. She tapped the whip's tip on
the protruding center of Karen's cruelly pinched nipple.
"Uunngmmnnnmmiieee!"
Karen was shaking. Her cheeks were now slick with
tears from the pain caused by the clamps. Laura looked down
to her crotch and saw that her pussy was a completely
blossomed flower, slick and shiny with juices, rosy colored
and inflamed, her clit swollen and half-protruding from it's
small tent. The thick fuck-me-now-please odors of her very
aroused cunt floated up to Laura's nostrils. She wanted to
lick and suck it, not whip it, but even though Karen was
completely helpless, Laura's part of the bargain was to
deliver.
She knew that Karen was very close to coming already.
It wouldn't take much, thankfully, to tip her over the edge.
Laura moved the whip end around and between Karen's
entrapped, bulging breasts, tickling and teasing/threatening
her with it. With her other hand, she slipped her
forefinger under the gold chain linking the two fiendish
nipple clamps and tugged it lightly, hearing Karen's
tormented whimpering and watching the streaks of pain that
seemed to light up her black eyes.
She began to tug the chain harder, watching Karen's
large nipples, squashed and mutilated by the cruel clamps,
stretch outward from the hard, shiny, swollen globes of her
imprisoned breasts. Then she let the chain go slack,
hearing a gargled sigh as Karen's face betrayed her sudden
relief. But it was not to last.
Now Laura raised the whip and gave a quick snap to each
erect, protruding nipple, right in the center, letting the
leather pad crack squarely onto the jutting rivet of flesh
that stuck up from Karen's crumpled areola. Karen actually
jumped up from the bed, her body levitating as if a sharp
current had electrified her again, and horrible, piteous
moans came from her chest.
"Oh god . . . oh god!" Laura heard herself mumbling as
she continued to strike Karen's nipples with the vicious
whip, twice, three times, four times before stopping
briefly.
Part of Laura hated what she was doing. She had tried
to avoid it, tried to attenuate it, to divert their sex
together into other avenues and practices. And yet, when
they-now rarely-got together, they seemed unable to prevent
the depravity and perversion from taking over. And she
couldn't blame it all on Karen either, even though Karen was
the one who had taught Laura to perversely enjoy these
excruciating sexual pleasures. Laura realized that a
twisted part of her nature reveled in it too, that the hand
that held the whip was quivering and shaking with unnatural
but shockingly deep sexual arousal and excitement, and that
Karen's garbled cries of pain mixed with pleasure touched a
sexual nerve in her, in Laura, that seemed to take over her
whole body and mind.
She could only hope for it to be over quickly, and one
glimpse of Karen writhing and moaning in her bonds made her
realize that it was merely seconds away. She had to tear
her eyes from Karen's beautiful, tortured breasts and
nipples, somehow even more desirable to her in their
throttled, engorged state, Karen's black nipples raw and
erect from the whipping, inviting Laura's mouth. But Karen
was twisting and churning deliriously, her hips bucking and
swirling, her moans desperate and piercing even though she
was tightly gagged.
Laura turned her attention to the streaming, inflamed
gash between the girl's spread, silky black thighs, now a
festering wound, a puckered, swollen mouth. It wants to
kiss the whip too, Laura thought.
She bent close, whispering to Karen, looking deep into
her eyes.
"Your beautiful pussy wants to kiss the whip," she said
softly. "It's all puckered up and ready for a kiss. Do you
want it?"
Karen whimpered and nodded frantically, her eyes now
swimming in terror and anticipation.
"Uunngmmnnnmmiieee!"
Watching her eyes, Laura skimmed the tip of the whip
down her rising and falling belly-so smooth and soft like
black satin below the coils of rope that were cinched tight
around her waist-to her crotch, tickling the smooth inner
flesh of her thighs on each side.
"Oh, what a pretty pussy," she cooed to Karen in a low,
husky, sinister voice. "A lovely wet pussy that wants a
hard kiss."
Trembling and deliciously vulnerable, Karen seemed to
be holding her breath, staring at Laura, her cheeks now damp
from the drying tears but soon to be wet again, Laura knew.
Now for several minutes she toyed with Karen's aroused
pussy, sliding the leather pad over and around her swollen
vulva, watching it begin to glisten as it picked up a
coating of the thick, aromatic juices that were flowing from
the burbling, ruby-red slit.
By this time Karen was squirming and writhing in nearly
unbearable sexual torment, and her flexing, voluptuous body,
now coated with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled, was
wildly desirable to Laura, shiny and glossy and sleek. The
teasing tip of the whip had further aroused her so that her
pussy was now fully open, gaping, a glistening red maw of
fuck-hunger, and Laura slipped the small leather pad right
into the center of it, making Karen caw and whoop deep in
her chest as she knew the inevitable was not far off.
Laura rotated it, watching Karen's hips twitch and
wiggle as the sensations became almost too much for her.
The tab on the whip grazed her swollen clit, and she
clenched visibly, whimpering, then pumping her pelvis
frantically, dying to come, to finish, to explode. It was
really impossible to make her wait any longer. And Laura
could feel her own hot blood gushing through her body, her
pulse pounding, her cunt throbbing as if in sympathetic
contractions with Karen's writhing, beautiful body.
"Are you ready?" she asked softly, biting her lower
lip. "Ready?"
"Mmmnnggghh!" Karen nodded wildly. "Mmmmnngghh!"
Smiling, Laura extended one long forefinger and caught
the chain that ran between the nipple clamps with it,
tugging it forward, watching Karen's eyes. They seemed to
double in size, and a horrible clotted scream, muffled by
the ball, was strangled in her throat. Her clamped and
squashed nipples were stretched out about an inch from the
surface of each rope-encased breast.
Laura lifted the leather pad on the end of the whip
about two inches above Karen's inflamed, sopping wet cunt
and then unleashed three rapid, stinging whacks onto the
open slit. Karen screamed and arched her body, her thighs
instinctively trying to close on the wounded spot but unable
to move because of the ropes. Laura yanked the chain,
stretching Karen's tortured nipples even further, and then
whipped the girl's flaming cunt two, three more times,
letting the tip cut viciously into her clit this time, until
Karen was suddenly coming in wild, tormented convulsions,
whinnying hysterically, flipping and tossing, her hips
gyrating in mid-air as one savage shock after another of
shattering ecstasy wrenched her body.
"Ummmggnnhiiieeeee! Unngghhhh! Unngghmmmngghiiieee!"
she whinnied, straining at the ropes, shaking the bed itself
as she surged and her body quaked sharply.
After the few snaps that had made Karen come, Laura had
dropped the whip, flinging it aside, unable to continue,
dropping the chain too, even ashamed that she had done this
much, but wildly aroused and excited by the spectacle of
Karen in the grip of these horrific pain-inspired orgasms.
Now she was unable to keep herself from sliding down and
pushing her mouth hungrily into Karen's streaming, throbbing
pussy, pushing two fingers also up into the warm, greasy
channel.
Sunk in an intense delirium of excruciating orgasms,
Karen's body responded by gyrating wildly and coming yet
again, this time a fierce, jolting shock of coming that made
her jerk her arms and legs so forcefully against the ropes
that Laura was afraid the rope would leave burns on her
wrists and ankles. Quickly she untied them, then, while
Karen lay quivering and twitching in the aftermath of these
violent climaxes, she also unwrapped the coils from her
breasts and removed the alligator clamps. Lastly, she
unbuckled the harness gag and extracted Karen's head from
it, daubing her tear-slick cheeks with the edge of the
sheet.
"Oh baby . . . baby, I'm so sorry," she cooed, feeling
suddenly stricken with great guilt for this shameful,
appalling act.
For a few seconds it seemed as if Karen could barely
hear her, so sunken was she in the sensual currents of acute
physical pleasure as the waves of her successive orgasms
still washed over her. Laura stretched out beside her, even
pulling Karen's slack body up closer into the middle of the
bed, then embracing her, stroking her back, her ass, kissing
her damp cheeks affectionately, feeling a deep need to be
forgiven.
Karen's eyes fluttered open after a few seconds, her
eyeballs still streaked with red, her pupils swirling and
throbbing. "I hope you don't mean it, because that was one
of the great fucks of my life," she said, almost inaudibly,
her voice still scratchy from all the screaming she had
done.
"Really?"
Karen nodded. "Really. You bitch." She grinned. "My
nipples feel like they're going to fall off."
"Oh, they're not," Laura said, sliding down her body.
"They're still here, and beautiful as ever. Are they too
sore for me to kiss them? I want to make love to you now.
I want us to make love. No whip. Just love. Just hot
fucking and love and fucking."
"They hurt," Karen admitted.
She held one beautiful large breast in both hands,
offering the big, gleaming black nipple to Laura. Unable to
resist it, Laura licked the swollen nipple tenderly. It
showed no outward signs of its recent ordeal, though Karen
gasped and clenched her teeth as Laura began to suck it.
But she did not ask Laura to stop.
A deep shudder gripped her body. "Oh! Unhhhh! Oh
god, you're going to make me come again! I don't believe
it!"
Laura could hardly believe it either after what Karen
had just gone through. But she herself also felt like she
was going to come again, almost any instant. It would take
very little to bring her off. Rubbing her body sensually
against Karen's, she slithered back up until she was face to
face with her.
"Kiss me and fuck me with your hand and look in my eyes
so we can come together," she panted. "I want to come with
you."
"Oh Laura."
"Please."
"Oh yes."
Karen appeared about ready to swoon, gripped again by a
deep sexual frenzy nearly as overwhelming as the earlier
one. Her head fell back briefly as Laura kissed her
everywhere, her shoulders, her neck, her ear. Laura pulled
her head forward again and mashed her mouth into Karen's,
kissing her ravenously, awakening a fresh, aggressive streak
of lust in Karen, who began to kiss her back passionately,
her hands dropping to squeeze Laura's naked breasts.
"Look in my eyes and fuck me," Laura chanted to her,
dropping her own hand to Karen's warm, wet crotch.
"Yes. Yes! Unhhhh!" Karen gasped, eyes rolling up.
"Fuck me, honey, fuck me," Laura panted to her, pushing
her hips forward as she finally felt Karen's hand between
her legs. "Oh yes!"
Now Karen's pulsing, fiery eyes locked with hers, and
the two of them fell into a rhapsodic trance of sensuality,
undulating against each other, moving their fingers in each
other's tingling, throbbing, buttery fuck trench with
consummate skill and growing passion. In the back of her
mind, even though her mind was now totally focused on Karen
and her own gathering orgasm, Laura realized that the
Gibsons were still upstairs, above them, hopefully sound
asleep, and blissfully ignorant of the shockingly hot girl-
girl fucking that was going on down here in Laura's bed.
Let them sleep, she thought. Don't make too much noise,
honey! Oh please!
"Unhhh!" she groaned softly as Karen's clever fingers
scissored her clit and sent hot arrows of sexual delight
zinging all through her quivering body. "Oh yes . . .
deeper unhhh! Oh yes!"
At the same time, she increased the tempo of her own
hand, which was swirling in circular motions over Karen's
wet labia, brushing her nubby little clit and bringing new
mewls of frantic excitement from Karen's throat.
"We have to be . . . quiet . . . my neighbors," Laura
panted, rubbing her sensitive nipples against the big
protruding black bulbs of Karen's as they fucked. "They're
. . . asleep . . . oh god unhhhhh!"
Karen panted back. "Maybe they'll . . . wake up . . .
and fuck after . . . they hear . . . us."
A half-smile of devastating sexual allure crossed her
lovely face, curling her sensual lips, and she gazed deep
into Laura's eyes. They had both crossed the point of no
return. Their hands were now moving almost in unison, and
nothing in the world could prevent a shared convulsion of
mammoth proportions, now only seconds away.
"Oh Karen!"
"Laura . . . yes . . . do it harder! It feels so good
. . . do it harder, yes! Ungghh!"
"Oh . . . I think . . . now!"
"Yes! Now!"
"Look in my eyes!"
"Yes! Oh Laura!"
They held each other's hot, smoldering gaze for a few
initial seconds, but after that Laura didn't know what
happened as their orgasms hit them both like a ton of
bricks. Her whole body seemed to bloom in a hot, throbbing
cloud from within, exploding in sharp spasms that altered
with hot, fluttery interludes, then more spasms. She could
see through the hot cloud of her own climax Karen's face
transfigured by a similar internal explosions, and Karen's
eyes finally rolled up, she threw her head back, and her
whole body seemed to go into convulsions.
"Ahhnnnggggg! Ohnngghhh! Ungh! Anngghiieemnnnn!"
Laura erupted in hot cries, only remembering at the last
minute to push her face forward into Karen's body to muffle
her screams.
It happened that Karen had thrown back her head and
Laura had somehow slid down a little, so that her face ended
up between Karen's magnificent full breasts, a place she
would desire to be more than any other, and she moaned into
Karen's breasts, turning her head back and forth to enjoy
the feel of the firm globes against her cheeks, while
Karen's body stretched and arched in the grip of her own
orgasm.
"Unnggghh!" Karen groaned, finally getting her breath,
and Laura knew she was going to make more noise than they
could risk.
Quickly, she slid up, now in the waning moments of her
own orgasm, and reached behind Karen's head, pulling her
face forward into Laura's own breasts before the hot cries
began to escape from Karen's throat in a loud stream.
"Unhhhggghiieeeemmmnnnn!" she cried out, her mouth
muffled against Laura's naked breasts, as Laura caressed her
head and hair and cooed to her sympathetically until the
most severe spasms had passed.
They clung together. They were still panting, their
bodies electrified by this stirring moment of bliss, and
they didn't speak but held one another tightly, feeling the
deepest of emotions as well as the enthralling physical
aftermath of a moving shared orgasm. Laura knew she must
have clung to others this way, maybe even recently, clung to
them with this hot, urgent need and fervor. But she could
not remember it. She could feel Karen's hands clutching her
body just as tightly as she was clutching Karen's. Maybe it
has to do with us being each other's first, she reflected.
"You know," she whispered in Karen's ear, without
letting go, "doing this with you is almost a year's worth.
I feel utterly wasted afterward. Is that what you're trying
to do, get me to give up the others? I'm not worth anything
to them after something like this?"
Karen, also not relaxing her grip on Laura, chuckled
softly, affectionately. Obliquely, before answering Laura's
question she bit Laura's earlobe gently.
"Ouch!" Laura yelped, eyes watering.
"That girl I was with wasn't Chinese after all," Karen
said. "I lied. She was white."
She paused to let it sink in and see Laura's reaction.
Still, they clung to each other, neither one relaxing her
grip. Finally, Laura kissed her, and during the kiss both
of them left their eyes open, staring heatedly at one
another. Laura, though it was almost dawn, wondered if they
were going to do it yet again. She knew she wouldn't be
surprised, they were so hot for one another.
"See, you just like us white girls after all," she
teased, but darkly, drawing an invisible line down Karen's
smooth jaw with her fingertip. "We are so extra hot and
wanton, right?"
"Mmmm, maybe not all . . . but you are, girl. I think
we're not finished."
"Oh god, I don't think we are either."
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