Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, toys, sm
Part: Chapter 55
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 55


          Her exhausting evening of fucking with Barbara had the desired 
    effect of keeping Laura from thinking of Jonelle for a while.  And 
    her body was sore for days afterward, which made sexual longings 
    less intrusive.  

          Even Barbara had taken her aside at work, whispering, "Girl, 
    you really fucked me hard.  I could barely walk the next day, and I 
    still feel like I been reamed by a firehose.  And I think you tried 
    to chew off my nipples."

          "Quiet, you're making me hot again," Laura smiled, meaning it.

          Just the smell of Barbara made her cunt wet.

          But aside from that, she tried to work hard and not think 
    about any of it.  She didn't dare to go by Jonelle's desk, which 
    fortunately was clear across the building from her own.  She'll 
    never want to see me again, she realized.  If I went there, it would 
    only make a scene.  Dangerous for us both.

          But Laura was totally unprepared for what actually happened.  

          Yvette, in a seemingly casual conversation, dropped the bomb.  
    "Oh, you know Jonelle Roberts, John's secretary?  She just quit last 
    week, just like that.  Moved to Texas."

          "Texas!"

          Laura knew the blood had drained from her face.  She could see 
    that Yvette was enjoying twisting the dagger.  Yvette clearly knew.  
    She may not know everything, but she knew Laura had a strong feeling 
    for Jonelle.

          "I'm sorry," she said to Laura.  "You look like you swallowed 
    a bug or something."

          "Oh . . . no, just kind of a headache," Laura stammered, 
    feigning illness to cover up her devastating shock.

          Yvette leaned close, never one to pass up an opportunity.  
    "You wanted to screw her, didn't you, Laura," she whispered.

          Laura said nothing, just staring desolately at Yvette.  

          "Did she really mean that much to you?" Yvette asked in a 
    small voice, her face looking nearly as stricken as Laura felt.  
    "Maybe you did screw her."

          Laura still couldn't speak.  She had hurt Jonelle.  She had 
    clearly hurt Yvette.  And she herself hurt so much she wanted to 
    die.

          "Yvette---"

          "Never mind.  I don't mean to intrude on your pain.  I . . . 
    really had no idea it was so---"

          "I'll tell you some time."

          Yvette mastered her jealousy enough to put her hand on Laura's 
    arm, a brief, reassuring caress.  Then she left.

          Laura was in agony.  She had felt like this only once before, 
    when she had learned of Rina's murder.  She got through the rest of 
    the day like a zombie, spent the night crying, and finally grew numb 
    from suffering so deeply and so much.  It wasn't like Rina, she told 
    herself.  Jonelle was still alive.  In Texas.  Gone forever from 
    Laura, but alive.  There was even a chance she would some day 
    reconsider, remember how much Laura loved her, remember their 
    moments together, especially their sexual moments. 

          Whenever some man touched her--or woman, Laura realized in a 
    painful shock--she would remember Laura, how Laura had made her 
    feel.  Maybe she'll come back to me, some day.  Maybe.  But she knew 
    it was hopeless.  There was no chance.  Jonelle had been very hard 
    to win in the first place.  Breaking down her resistance had taken 
    all of Laura's skill.  And Jonelle had hated Yvette.  To see Laura 
    and Yvette kissing, and to know they had done together what she and 
    Laura had done, was clearly enough to send her into shock. 

          For weeks she went without sex, throwing herself totally into 
    her work.  Even though she was often obsessed with it, sex was now 
    something repellent, something brutal and perverted that she did 
    with Barbara or Karen or Cassandra and her boyfriend, something that 
    left her sore and temporarily scarred and exhausted.  But with 
    Jonelle it had been sweet and unbelievably intense, a pure burning 
    flame of ineffable ecstacy.  She couldn't even think of sex, and 
    every potential partner seemed to sense it--Barbara, Yvette, even 
    Chanitra--and to stay away from her.

          But then she ran into Karen.  Each of them had been the 
    other's first.  First girl.  First everything that now mattered.  
    They had even shared Rina, and Chanitra, though not Jonelle, never 
    Jonelle, Laura thought. I couldn't have shared her.  And that's how 
    she felt about me.  This thought nearly made her cry on the spot, 
    and Karen had to draw her aside.

          "Hey, what's the matter there, Laura darling?  You can tell 
    me.  You know that."

          "I don't want to talk about it."

          "I think you need some comforting.  Or something to make you 
    forget."

          Laura couldn't prevent a smile.  "You're awfully good at 
    that," she admitted.

          And the sheer animal magnetism that had brought them together 
    in the first place, and every time since then, exerted itself.  
    Laura could feel herself becoming aroused, just standing there in 
    the hallway next to Karen, smelling her, seeing her body, a 
    beautiful body she had probably fucked more than any other.  She 
    realized that it was weeks, even months now, since she had had any 
    sex at all, even autoerotic sex.

          "Shall I drop by for dinner?"

          But Laura tried to shake off her sexual excitement.  She 
    remembered last time.

          "I don't know," she said softly.  "After last time, I got a 
    little worried.  I think we went too far."

          Karen looked at the floor briefly.  "I know what you mean.  
    Maybe it was too far.  I hurt for days afterward."

          Laura remembered whipping Karen's splayed red wet pussy, and 
    the at the same instant she felt both sickened and wildly excited.  
    It was the same erotic combination that always drove the two of them 
    to the edge, when they were together.  Just how far could they go?  
    Just how intensely could one make the other come?  Just what new 
    torture could they invent that would leave them gasping and 
    whimpering in ecstacy, and yet not draw blood, or leave a permanent 
    mark or wound? 

          "We can try to control ourselves," Karen said.

          "You know how hard that is."

          "I know.  I want you, though.  It's been almost six months."

          "I want you too."

          "I won't bring my goody bag."

          Laura smiled.  "Maybe you shouldn't.  We get carried away."

          "Can I?"

          "Oh god . . . yes!" Laura said, feeling herself begin to 
    tremble with sexual need.  "Now get away from me before I began to 
    moan right here in front of everybody.  I want you."

          Her eyes looked longingly into Karen's.  They understood each 
    other.  They had deep feeling for each other, though neither could 
    ever remain exclusively with the other.

          Without another word, but with many alluring and throbbing 
    looks, they parted.  

          Laura still felt hollow inside and desolate from the loss of 
    Jonelle, but as she waited for Karen to show up, she realized how 
    horny she really was.  I mean, before now I've been used to having 
    twenty or thirty orgasms a week, she thought.  It may seem 
    excessive, but that's what I've been used to.  No wonder I feel this 
    way.

          She felt restless, and hungry, and eager.  She couldn't sit 
    down.  When the lobby buzzer rang, she could feel a hot, tingling 
    sensation start deep inside her cunt, and it didn't stop.  God, this 
    is just the way it always is with us, she thought.  We're both so 
    hungry for it that we end up doing those awful things to each other.

          And when she opened the door for Karen, she could see Karen 
    felt the same way.  The same sharp, pulsing, hot, dangerous hunger 
    glistened in her dark eyes.

          "We'd better go slow," she said softly, "or we're likely to 
    kill each other."

          "I know," Laura nodded.

          She made them drinks, and they talked for a while, luxuriating 
    in the percolating sexual feelings that were flowing between them, 
    enjoying the anticipation.  Soon they started kissing, slowly, 
    patiently, reacquainting their mouths, until there wasn't any way to 
    stop the sharp hunger they both felt from surfacing.

          "Oh, I want to fuck you so much!" Karen whispered in Laura's 
    ear.

          "Let's go in the bedroom and do it right," Laura whispered 
    back.

          "You know," Karen said, mischievously, "I left my goody bag 
    down in my car.  I could bring it up now, before we get undressed."

          "We decided not to."

          "I know."  Karen tried to look guilty.  "But I have this 
    fantastic new thing I was hoping to try out with you."

          "What is it?"

          Karen grinned.  "I'm not telling."

          "Oh god, go get it, then," Laura said, giving in.

          While Karen was gone, Laura realized that they had really 
    blown it.  Their one chance to have normal sex, without sadism and 
    wild perversion, was gone.  They had left the gate open now, and the 
    hot rush she felt confirmed her suspicion that that was what they 
    wanted.  They would have found a way to open it, no matter what.  
    There would be pain in the next few hours, hot, physical pain, and 
    insane whimperings of bliss.  Kissing Karen had already made her 
    wet, but this thought made her pussy gush with warm fuck juice.

          Her pulse quickened.  When Karen got back with the black bag, 
    they locked the door and went into the bedroom.  As always, Laura 
    closed the bedroom door.  Karen put the bag on Laura's vanity chair, 
    knowing as Laura did that they wouldn't dip into it until a hour or 
    two of fucking had primed them for the more ingenious technologies 
    of sex.  But just the sight of it sitting there, waiting for them, 
    was enough to jack up both girls' lust to the boiling point.

          "You know, we really aren't good for each other," Laura 
    murmured, taking the ravishing, full-bodied black girl into her arms 
    and kissing her passionately.

          "Mmmmm, I think you're wrong," Karen murmured back.  "You 
    wouldn't want to be doing this with anybody else."

          "Maybe you're right."

          Laura unbuttoned Karen's blouse and slipped it off her 
    shoulders.  She kissed Karen's neck, her clavicles, the upper slopes 
    of her breasts, still encased in a yellow lacey bra.  She dipped her 
    face between them.

          "I still can't believe these, every time I see them," she 
    said.

          Karen's breasts were larger than those of any other woman she 
    had slept with, by now a fairly big number.  Rina, Brandi, Yvette, 
    Chanitra, Sandra, Jonelle, Barbara, Cassandra.  Only Shawn had 
    bigger breasts, but they were surgically enlarged.  But just because 
    Karen's were bigger didn't mean they were shapeless, or flabby.  On 
    the contrary, they were beautifully shaped, like large bursting 
    pears with the largest gleaming puffy black nipples Laura had ever 
    seen. 

          Slowly, she reached behind Karen and unclasped the bra.  The 
    straps slid down Karen's arms and the bra cups fell away from her 
    breasts.  Laura took them in her hands, rubbing and pinching Karen's 
    big soft nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.  Karen's eyes 
    rolled up. 

          Laura pulled her down onto the bed and began feasting hungrily 
    on Karen's beautiful breasts, tonguing and sucking her plump, 
    bursting nipples while squeezing the hard round balls with her 
    fingers, until Karen was shaking uncontrollably.  

          "Oh, I love to suck them," Laura murmured, pinching Karen's 
    wet, stiff black nipples, making the girl moan excitedly.

          "Ohhhnnnn . . . oh god, Laura, do it, do it hard!" she moaned, 
    twisting and squirming as Laura gave in to her wishes.  "Oh . . . 
    nobody can do it like you do!"

          Laura was still fully clothed herself, but she knew this 
    aroused Karen so much, and her too, that there was no waiting.  She 
    devoured Karen's breasts, dropping one hand to the button and zipper 
    of Karen's skirt and unfastening them, then pulling the skirt off 
    and helping Karen slip out of her panties without taking her mouth 
    off Karen's wet, erect nipples.  By now Karen was whooping softly 
    and mewling, holding her own breasts in her hands and pushing them 
    into Laura's mouth.

          And Laura was sucking harder and now even gently biting her 
    nipples, sending Karen into paroxysms of wild, urgent need.

          "Oh yes . . . oh yes!" she panted.  "God . . . yes, do it, 
    harder, bite harder, Laura, please!"

          Laura did bite harder, and Karen began undulating and writhing 
    and whimpering hysterically, clearly on the verge of her first 
    orgasm.  Laura slid down and found her pussy so wet that the juices 
    smeared her inner thighs.  She licked it passionately, feeling 
    Karen's body stiffen with heightened excitement. 

          "Oh god yes Laura I'm going to come now do it please!" she 
    whimpered.

          Karen grabbed her own breasts, sucking and biting her own 
    nipples while Laura sucked her pussy.  And in only a few seconds she 
    seemed literally to explode with coming.

          "Aungghh!" she cried out.  Her luscious body arched, 
    quivering, and she sunk her own teeth into her nipple, suddenly 
    jerking in terrible spasms as a horrific climax wrenched her body.  
    "Anngghiieeee!" she cried out, thrashing wildly as the spasms ripped 
    through her.  "Oh!  Ohhhhh!" 

          It was a fierce, quick, jolting orgasm that left her panting 
    and glassy-eyed.  But as it waned, both of them began giggling as 
    they looked at each other, Karen dazed and ravished, naked and well-
    fucked on her back, and Laura still primly clothed in her business 
    suit.

          Karen sat up, her eyes smouldering, even as she tried to 
    control her giggle.  "Here, allow me," she said in a husky voice, 
    helping Laura remove her jacket.

          Then she slowly undressed Laura, taking her time, removing 
    each garment separately and kissing and caressing every inch of 
    Laura's body as it was exposed, until Laura was quivering at each 
    touch of her lips.  Karen removed Laura's bra with the same slow 
    attention that Laura had used in removing hers.

          "I hope you haven't been letting any of those other girls 
    touch these," she kidded softly, cupping Laura's perfect breasts in 
    both palms.

          "Oh, of course I haven't," Laura whispered.

          "These are mine."

          "They're yours."

          "And I'm going to kiss them and suck them until you beg me to 
    stop."

          "Oh . . . please," Laura sighed as she felt Karen's lips close 
    over one of her aching nipples and draw it into her warm, wet mouth.

          Karen, of course, knew her business, knew where all Laura's 
    hot buttons were, and now it was Laura who was on her back, being 
    thoroughly, devastatingly fucked by someone who knew every trick.  
    In about three minutes she was groaning through a tumultuous, 
    wrenching orgasm, gagging and whinnying on the fierce sensations as 
    Karen kept them coming.

          During the next hour, using their experience of each other's 
    bodies, they each climaxed five more times, each one more intense 
    than the last, until they knew they were ready for the more exciting 
    perversions.  Laura could usually tell when they both began to grow 
    groggy with sex, overstimulated and hungry for even more 
    excruciating orgasms.  They fed on one another, goading one another 
    to higher levels of sensation, until they were both throbbing with a 
    need that couldn't be slaked by an ordinary climax.

          She knew it when she had one of Karen's large, bulging, black 
    nipples, wet with her saliva and stiff with excitement, between her 
    teeth, and Karen begged her to bite it.

          "Do it bite it do it honey," she panted, looking down at 
    Laura's mouth.

          "Oh, you want me to hurt you now," Laura grinned slyly, 
    holding Karen's luscious breast in both hands, Karen's swollen, 
    shiny nipple only an inch from her mouth.

          "Yes!" Karen gasped.  "Oh yes!"

          But instead of biting it, Laura took Karen's breast and guided 
    the bursting wet nipple into her own nipple, mashing both of their 
    breasts together while she kissed Karen passionately.

          "I thought you were going to show me your new toy you got for 
    us," she whispered against Karen's teeth.

          "God . . . yes," Karen said, her eyes blazing with perverted 
    sexual excitement and wild, corruscating lust.

          She got the black bag off the chair and opened it, pulling out 
    a hard rubber contraption that made them both quiver when they saw 
    it.  It wasn't hard to figure out what it was for.

          "How do you find these things?" Laura asked softly, running 
    her fingers over it.

          "Mmmmm, you should thumb through my catalog with me some 
    time," Karen said in a sultry voice.

          The device was a two-girl version of the one Karen had brought 
    last time.  It was shaped like a saddle, with two large dildo prongs 
    protruding from each end.  Clearly it permitted two girls to fuck 
    each other face to face, in both the ass and the pussy.  Laura 
    glanced at Karen, and both nearly went into meltdown on the spot. 

          Slowly, Laura reached under the bed and pulled out the long 
    velvet rope she kept there, while Karen pulled her own long black 
    leather thongs from the bag.  Staring solemnly at one another, they 
    began carefully to tie up each other's breasts, until all four were 
    throttled and swollen, their nipples popping and shiny.

          "Oh god, you're going to have to gag me," Laura whimpered 
    softly as the wild sexual excitement began to make her tremble.

          "Not yet," Karen whispered.  "I want to hear you moan.  I want 
    to hear you beg."

          Laura kissed her more feverishly, pressing their hard, 
    ballooning breasts together.

          "I want you to fuck me hard," Laura panted.

          "I want you to bite my nipples," Karen panted back, her eyes 
    blazing with fiery need.

          "Now?"

          "Now."

          Laura lowered her mouth to Karen's strangled breasts.  As 
    always when tied up like this, they were strangely almost more 
    beautiful to her than when free.  Hard, dark, distended globes 
    encircled by thick coils of white velvet rope, with huge, black, 
    bursting-plum nipples, the areolas bulging and shiny, the thick, 
    protruding centers flaring, pointing.

          "Karen, your breasts are so beautiful," she whispered.

          "Eat them," Karen quivered.  "Swallow them.  Please.  Oh god.  
    I don't let anybody do this but you.  Please, Laura, please."

          Even though Laura had done this many times, each time was like 
    the first.  The sexual excitement of it was so severe that she could 
    feel her cunt flooding with juice as her tongue slid out and curled 
    around one of Karen's large, distended nipples.  The reluctance to 
    hurt Karen, coupled with the strong desire to ravish, rape and 
    swallow her whole, or at least her entire bulging, bursting breast 
    made the hot blood roar and thunder inside Laura's body.  No wonder 
    we do this to each other, she thought, as she heard Karen moan 
    excitedly, and felt her quiver uncontrollably.

          The trick, of course, as both of them knew well, was to toy 
    with each other, and skillfully torment each other into a rage of 
    need, without bringing on a premature orgasm.  Laura knew the way 
    Karen responded to pain, and giving it to her without making her 
    come was a delicate maneuver.

          She held both hard, dark globes in her hands and peppered them 
    with small, passionate kisses that had Karen groaning and whimpering 
    in seconds.

          "Do it . . . ohhhh do it!" she begged Laura.

          "I don't want you to come," Laura whispered, licking the 
    glossy, bulging nipples, flicking them with her tongue, hearing 
    Karen gasp sharply.

          "Ohhhh . . . pleeease!  Laura . . . please!"

          Laura gave in.  She took one of the huge bulbs between her 
    teeth, shaking her head, holding Karen's thick nipple lightly there 
    while Karen watched, anticipating.  Then, holding the firm round 
    ball of flesh in both palms, she slowly sank her teeth into it.

          "Ohhnngghh . . . oh!  Auugghhhh!" Karen groaned, grimacing 
    with incredible pleasure/pain.  "Oh . . . oh god, stop, I'm going to 
    come!"

          Slowly, sensually, Laura let the wet, excited nipple slide 
    back out of her teeth.  Karen trembled and gasped sharply again.  
    Her eyes burned as she lowered her mouth to one of Laura's bulging, 
    throttled breasts.  Laura could feel Karen's moist, warm breath on 
    her swollen, throbbing nipple.

          Then Karen's dark fingers enclosed her breast, feeding the 
    nipple into her mouth, where she sucked and toyed with it before 
    catching it in her teeth, as Laura had done to hers.  As Karen's 
    teeth slowly closed on her nipple, Laura could feel hot quaking 
    shocks beginning deep inside her body.

          "Oh god . . . I'm going to come too!" she gasped, as Karen's 
    mouth dropped her nipple.  "Baby, we've got to do it."

          "Yes!"

          Karen grabbed the contraption placed it between them.  Then, 
    from Laura's bedstand she took the tube of K-Y jelly and used it to 
    grease the back prong on each side, the prongs that would go into 
    her ass and into Laura's.  Then Laura watched as she introduced both 
    thick prongs up into her pussy and her ass.  Her eyes watered as the 
    back prong slid in.

          "Unhhh!" she grunted softly.  "Oh Jesus!"

          Before joining her, Laura grabbed the gag from under her bed 
    and the one from Karen's goody bag.  She knew they needed gags, both 
    of them.  This was going to be yet another horrific fuck, and 
    neither of them would be able to contain their screams.

          "Yes," Karen said, wild-eyed.  "Yes, quick."

          Quickly Laura strapped the gag in place over Karen's mouth, 
    then waited while Karen gagged her.  Then she lowered herself onto 
    the rubber spikes that rose up from the other side of the saddle.  
    The sensations were incredible.  She had been fucked before by two 
    men at once, but this was completely different.  The prongs were as 
    big as real, large, stiff pricks, but she was also face to face with 
    Karen, and their trussed, strangled breasts were brushing, then 
    mashing together roughly as they began rocking to and fro and 
    embracing, fucking each other without restraint. 

          Impaled in the ass and pussy by the huge dildoes, their 
    breasts bursting from the tight rope coils, both gagged and 
    whimpering and whinnying hysterically, they quickly went out of 
    control, swept up in the wildest, craziest fuck they had ever 
    shared.  Their bodies churned together, fingers biting into smooth 
    flesh, clawing at hard ballooning breasts, pinching and twisting one 
    another's protruding nipples, then pumping furiously as a firestorm 
    of orgasms suddenly engulfed their struggling bodies.

          They fell to their sides on the bed, their bodies locked 
    together in a scalding, throbbing maelstrom of coming, mewling and 
    groaning through their gags as each fresh, killing spasm wrenched 
    their flesh.  And before the orgasm was even over, Laura was tearing 
    off her gag and sucking Karen's huge, bursting nipples into her 
    mouth, biting them and pinching them until Karen was coming again, a 
    fierce, shocking climax that left her limp and sobbing.

          Not to be outdone, she was all over Laura next, after removing 
    her gag too, and Laura thought her body would explode as two more 
    killing orgasms wrenched her.  They freed each other, unwinding the 
    coils of rope and disengaging the fiendish dildo device from their 
    groins, but their sexual hunger was not slaked, and they continued 
    to swarm all over one another in a hot fit of fucking.

          In fact, neither girl could believe the wild, naked fury with 
    which they fucked.  It was like a cat fight, interrupted at 
    intervals for a brief, jolting agony of coming, then resumed at 
    white-hot intensity.  Karen pinned Laura on her back and assaulted 
    her passionately, hand-fucking her and biting her nipples so hard 
    that Laura sobbed with ecstacy as she came in a hot tornado of 
    bliss.

          Then she rolled Karen onto her back and raped her in a 
    delicious frenzy, this time sucking and mouth-ravishing Karen's 
    pussy until the voluptuous black girl nearly died of ecstacy.  It 
    was truly the most savage frenzy of fucking they had ever 
    experienced, together or with others, and when they emerged from it 
    after nearly a half hour of struggle, they were both drained and 
    throbbing with aftershocks. 

          "I can't believe we did that," Laura whispered to Karen as 
    they coiled together, deeply affectionate, after the storm had 
    passed.  "It was like we were trying to kill each other."

          Karen kissed her.  "You have to admit, whatever your affairs 
    of the heart might be with others, nobody fucks like you and I do 
    together."

          "I know."

          "I don't let anybody do to me what I let you do."

          "Me too."

          "But, you know, since we do it so seldom, I really need it," 
    Karen said, eyes swirling with sex again.  "I don't know how I can 
    keep needing it, but I do."  She lifted her beautiful dark breasts 
    in her hands and offered them to Laura.  "They still don't ache," 
    she said.  "Not like I want them to."

          "Oh Karen."

          "Please."

          Even after the white-hot fury of fucking they had just put one 
    another through, even after the countless orgasms, they were still 
    hot for each other, still ready for more.  Laura could feel her cunt 
    oozing as she lowered her mouth to Karen's incredible, huge, 
    swelling nipples.  

          "Oh god, torture me, Laura," Karen begged in a husky, 
    delirious voice.  "I love it when you torture me."

          Here we go again, Laura thought.  It seemed that every time 
    they thought they had exceeded the limits of perversion and the 
    worst sexual extremes two girls could invent, they managed to go 
    further.  Laura realized it even as she was reaching for the rope 
    and the gag.

          "You're sure you want it?" she asked, as Karen helped her 
    place the leather straps of the gag around her head, taking the 
    rubber ball into her mouth.

          Karen nodded vigorously, her eyes glinting with wildfire.

          Before touching her luscious breasts again, Laura tied Karen's 
    wrists together, then tied them to one corner bedpost, as she had 
    once done with Brandi, during their last, stirring, incredibly hot 
    time together.  With her hands over her head, Karen's breasts jutted 
    out even more provocatively, jiggling slightly now since she was 
    already quivering and trembling and mewling with renewed sexual 
    excitement.

          Next, she coiled the rope around Karen's breasts, this time 
    not tying them as tightly as before so as not to kill the sensation, 
    but just enough to make the large, gleaming black nipples swell and 
    protrude.  She knotted the robe underneath them, then took the hard 
    gleaming balls of flesh in her hands and began to make love to them 
    in the way she knew would drive Karen wild.

          Like Laura, Karen had had between fifteen and twenty orgasms 
    in the past two hours, and for both girls that made subsequent ones 
    harder to attain, and yet even more excruciating.  Working on this 
    knowledge, Laura toyed with Karen's nipples until the girl was 
    writhing and moaning almost hysterically into the gag.

          Starting with one luscious hard breast, Laura squeezed it and 
    sucked the large black nipple until it was wet and stiff and until 
    Karen was whimpering uncontrollably.  Then she did the same to 
    Karen's other breast, still sucking and teasing only.  

          By the time she started ringing the girl's stiff, excited 
    nipples with her teeth, Karen was shaking and begging "please, 
    please" through the gag.  Laura held one huge nipple between her 
    teeth and let it slide slowly out, until her teeth held only the tip 
    of the center stem.  Karen nearly fainted.  Her body stiffened, and 
    her breath came in rapid spurts.  Then Laura sucked the nipple deep 
    into her mouth and began again, letting it slowly escape.

          But after the fourth or fifth time, she began to clamp her 
    teeth down further into the spongy bulb, which was what Karen 
    wanted.  She was so in tune with Karen's body that she knew what 
    level of arousal the girl was in at each second.  She could hold one 
    of Karen's erect nipples between her teeth and gently stroke Karen's 
    clit with one finger while shaking her head back and forth, and 
    Karen would come to the brink of an orgasm in four seconds, 
    whimpering hysterically and churning her hips in frantic, spastic 
    fuck-motions.

          But Laura would not let her have it.  She pulled back, 
    repeating the exercise five more times, using first one nipple, then 
    the other, until she grew afraid that Karen might faint before she 
    came.  Only then did she give in to the full brutal rape of Karen's 
    strangled breasts and flooding pussy that Karen wanted so badly.  
    She bit Karen's nipples savagely and hand-fucked her viciously at 
    the same time, and Karen simply exploded in stupendous, rending 
    agony of coming.

          If not the most severe orgasm she had ever experienced from 
    being fucked by Laura, it was certainly among the top two or three.  
    She blacked out briefly in a seizure of ecstacy, then came to in a 
    paroxysm of blinding bliss, her body clenched and writhing a fits of 
    excruciating pleasure that lasted almost a full minute.  

          It took several minutes for both of them to recover from this 
    cataclysm.  Laura spent it untying Karen, ungagging her, kissing 
    her, soothing her, bringing her back from a swoon of sexual rapture 
    very much like those she had seen Jonelle sink into so often.

          "I'm envious that you could come like that," she whispered to 
    Karen.

          "Mmmmm, your turn now," Karen murmured back, and for the first 
    time Laura found herself half-cringing, wondering if she could go 
    through it.

          Barbara had fucked her very hard only a few days ago.  She and
    Karen had both fucked very hard in the past two hours.  Did she 
    really want to go through the kind of torture she had just inflicted 
    on Karen, just to reach a megabomb orgasm at the end?

          But the decision was taken out of her hands by Karen, who 
    began tying Laura's hands to the same bedpost before Laura could 
    even say no.  For the next half hour Karen tortured Laura's body as 
    ingeniously as Laura had tortured hers, until Laura was sobbing and 
    groaning through an orgasmic rapture every bit as wrenching and 
    ecstatic as the one Karen had gone through.  

          And finally, they coiled together in their long, slow, healing 
    fuck, the way they always ended their times together, a union of 
    deep and lasting affection that Laura knew was the chief reason they 
    kept coming back for more, even after brutal encounters like this 
    one.  When they finally parted, it was with the knowledge that 
    whatever sexual adventures either one might have, nothing would ever 
    come close to these incandescent moments, when each girl could 
    several times almost feel her heart stop as the other tortured her 
    into one depraved and glorious orgasm after another.
    
