Keywords: FF, cons, interr, bd, toys
Part: Chapter 94
Author: Miranda Mars
Title: Laura's Story - an Interracial Lesbian Romance

Chapter 94



          After days of fucking with Jonelle, Kim, and now Lorrie, Laura 
    really needed some rest.  And yet both Sholandra and Yvette had left 
    messages on her answering machine, messages so hot that it nearly 
    melted as she played them back.  And at work, Barbara's eyes kept 
    smoking when she looked at Laura.

          God, she wants to eat me alive, Laura thought, both flattered 
    and aroused, but ultimately fatigued at the thought.  But I need to 
    rest.  

          Fortunately, she was able to plead travel and work exhaustion 
    with all three of them, and finally got some rest.  But when the 
    weekend arrived, Sholandra would not be denied.  And by that time, 
    it had been weeks since Laura had been together with Sholandra, and 
    she was nearly as eager.

          They spent an incendiary Saturday afternoon in Laura's bed, 
    and Sholandra punished her by bringing up Rhonda.

          "Oh . . . do you know her?" she asked, with elaborate 
    innocence.

          Laura clenched her teeth, but tried to seem oblivious.  "Yes, 
    I know her."

          "Funniest thing.  She came on to me.  Right at work.  I was 
    walking to my car.  She asked me for a drink."

          "Don't tell me.  You went."

          Sholandra smirked, happy to be causing such jealousy.  "Are 
    you mad?"

          "Mad about you," Laura confessed.

          They were both naked, having fucked exuberantly all afternoon.  
    Laura drew a long, curly, invisible ribbon with her finger down 
    Sholandra's smooth, sinuous brown back.

          "Ooohhh, that tickles!"

          Laura's finger stopped at Sholandra's tailbone.  Slowly, she 
    let it fall lower, slipping it into the crack between Sholandra's 
    buns.  Now a deep shiver gripped Sholandra, and she sighed a long, 
    quivering, uncontrollable sigh.  Already Laura's lips were on her 
    back, on her shoulderblades, then lower, on the dimples above her 
    ass.

          "Ohhhhh . . . Laura . . . oh Jesus wow unhhhh oh!"

          Now Laura forced her onto her back.  She hovered over 
    Sholandra, dangling her own breasts in Sholandra's face.

          "I hope you didn't let her fuck you," she whispered.

          Sholandra's dark eyes were wide and glazed.  She shook her 
    head.  "No."

          "She can't fuck you the way I can," Laura whispered, brushing 
    Sholandra's face with her nipples, gasping as Sholandra caught one 
    with her mouth.

          "Oh Laura . . . I wouldn't be here unhhh . . . ohnn!  Oh yes!  
    Ohnnn god, Laura, I wouldn't here if I didn't want only you.  Unghh!  
    Oh god that feels good, oh shit, oh honey . . . honey . . . you're 
    going to make me come again!  Oh!"

          Laura pulled out all the stops.  Sholandra had already come 
    eight or nine times.  Laura wanted this one to make all the others 
    pale by comparison.  She fingerfucked Sholandra's ass and pussy 
    while lip-ravishing her clit, and Sholandra erupted in a long, 
    wrenching, sobbing climax that left her totally destroyed and 
    whimpering in Laura's arms.

          "I can't believe the way I come with you," she whispered 
    hoarsely, minutes later, after recovering her breath.

          Laura kissed her.  "Please don't bring up that despicable 
    woman again," she said softly.

          But Sholandra's eyes glinted with mischief.  She echoed Karen.  
    "Maybe I should, once in a while.  I like it when you get mad."  
    She stuck her warm tongue into Laura's ear.  "You fucked me hard."

          "Mmmm, maybe you'd like to get even."

          "I sure would," Sholandra purred.

          And she did not leave until Laura had experienced the same 
    kind of crushing climax, and lay whimpering, totally destroyed 
    herself, in Sholandra's arms.

          But after Sholandra had gone, Laura could not help remembering 
    how she had said the same thing Karen had said, about Rhonda.  I'm 
    so jealous, she thought.  They just have to mention her, and I go 
    ballistic!  I hate her.  The thought of her touching Sholandra makes 
    me physically ill.  And she already has touched Yvette.  And 
    Barbara.  Tried to seduce Karen.  I hate her.

          Fortunately, while she was in this stew, Karen phoned.  She 
    was out of town at a meeting, but missing Laura.

          "Nobody can touch me the way you do," she whispered into the 
    phone.  "I want you.  I want to see you on Tuesday, when I get 
    back."

          "I'll take the day off."

          "Good.  Me too.  My plane gets in at 10:30.  I'll call you."

          Even though she had just been fucking all afternoon with 
    Sholandra, Laura could feel her pussy oozing with warm fuck juices, 
    and her breasts throbbing with heat.  Karen and she didn't meet 
    without sparks flying, and the prospect aroused her wildly.

          She found herself thinking of Kim, and the fantastic double 
    butterfly vibrator.  She rummaged quickly through her purse and 
    found Kim's phone number, which the girl had scribbled on the back 
    of one of Laura's business cards for her.  She picked up the phone.

          "Hi, Laura," Kim breathed into the phone on her end.  "God, I 
    can't get you out of my mind.  I never met anyone like you.  My 
    pussy just twitches and floods when I think of you."

          Laura couldn't deny that she felt the same.  First the thought 
    of Karen got her going, and now Kim made it worse.  She was getting 
    horny again, even after her athletic afternoon with Sholandra.

          "Listen, I want to get my hands on one of those . . . you 
    know, butterfly things," Laura said, feeling guilty even though she 
    was completely alone.

          Kim giggled.  "Somebody you want to try it on, eh?  Don't 
    worry, I'm not jealous."

          "She always has these new gadgets.  I thought . . . well, you 
    know."

          "You think this one'll blow her mind.  Or something else, 
    right?"

          They both laughed.

          "Right," Laura said.

          "Well, I just so happen to have six of them.  Why don't I 
    Federal Express one to you?"

          "Six?" Laura laughed.  "Why do you have six?"

          "Don't want to run out, right?  What if one breaks?"

          Laura reconsidered.  The way this girl fucked, it could 
    happen.  She agreed to send Kim the money for the vibrator, and Kim 
    said she would send it right away.  

          "But when am I going to see you?" Kim whined softly, 
    insinuatingly, into the phone.

          "Why don't you fly out here?"

          "I can't afford it."

          "You could afford Dallas."

          "That was my once a year fling.  Now I'm broke."

          "Maybe I'll come and see you.  Stay in touch, okay?"

          The Federal Express package arrived two days later, and the 
    following day was Tuesday, the day Karen would return from her trip.  
    Laura was like a little girl anticipating a birthday party as she 
    waited for Karen, who was taking a cab directly from the airport to 
    Laura's apartment, to arrive.

          When she did, she was exhausted from her trip, but looking 
    great in a tan miniskirt and a peach-tinted silk blouse that hung 
    alluringly around her jutting melon breasts.  

          "God, it's so good to see you!" Laura said, hugging her 
    gingerly in the hallway before bringing her inside.

          "I hope you're going to give me more than that," Karen smiled 
    as Laura fastened the deadbolt lock.

          "I am," Laura said.  "But I didn't want to rape you right 
    there in the hallway.  What would the neighbors think?"

          "Did I hear the word rape?"  Karen's eyes sparkled.  "You 
    wouldn't be planning to tie me up and hurt me, now."

          "Mmmmm, is that what you want?" Laura teased, running her 
    finger along Karen's smooth dark cheek.

          "I might be able to stand it," Karen whispered.

          "Come with me," Laura said, pulling her toward the bedroom.

          "Hold on," Karen said, pulling back.  "I want to grab my bag."

          "You won't need it," Laura said, suggestively.

          Karen smiled.  "Really?"

          "Really."

          But in Laura's bedroom, they both forgot about sex toys in 
    their consuming need for each other.  Laura shut the door and pinned 
    Karen against it, slowly unbuttoning her silk blouse and kissing 
    each wonderful smooth dark area of skin that appeared.  Her lips 
    descended into the deep cleavage between Karen's breasts, then rose 
    up again to Karen's lips.  It was a kiss of scorching intimacy, 
    while Laura's fingers toyed with the clasp of Karen's bra.

          Karen's dark eyes glowed with mischief.  "You want them, don't 
    you," she breathed.

          Laura nodded, kissing the exposed swelling tops of Karen's 
    breasts, down to where the bra cups began.

          "Rhonda wants them too," Karen whispered.  "All she can do is 
    gawk at my boobs.  She came onto me again, too.  I think she really 
    wants to fuck me, Laura.  I think she really wants to get me naked 
    and stuff my titties into her mouth, and then fuck me.  What do you 
    think?"

          "I think you're a conniving little bitch who's just trying to 
    make me so jealous and angry that I really let you have it," Laura 
    murmured, undoing the clasp, peeling away the bra, exposing Karen's 
    large, magnificent, jutting breasts.

          "You're a mind reader," Karen said under her breath, watching 
    Laura take her naked breasts in her hands and run her thumbs across 
    the bulging black nipples.

          "If Rhonda ever gets her mouth on these, you'd better never 
    let me find out," Laura warned.

          "Why, what will you do, hurt me?" Karen smirked, dark eyes 
    flashing.

          Laura took one firm round breast in both hands and lowered her 
    mouth to the huge, bulging nipple.  She bared her teeth, looking up 
    from beneath her eyelashes at Karen, whose dark eyes swam with hot 
    lust.  Laura guided Karen's swollen, glossy nipple between her teeth 
    and clamped them down gently on it.

          "Ohhh!" Karen breathed excitedly.

          Laura let her teeth sink further into the large, silky, pulpy 
    bulb, hearing a tiny, tight gasp choked off in Karen's throat, 
    feeling her body tense up.

          "God, girl, I think if you fuck me with your hand, I can come 
    right now . . . right here!" 

          Laura released Karen's swollen, wet nipple from her mouth.  "I 
    hope you don't think I'd let you off that easily," she grinned, 
    pulling her over to the bed.

          They fell on it together, kissing hungrily and tearing off 
    each other's clothes at the same time.  It quickly turned into a 
    fucking frenzy that neither could stop, a wild, whimpering, 
    uncontrollable orgy of hunger for each other.  Clothes were torn, 
    buttons popped loose as they devoured each other in a wild passion 
    unequaled by anything since they had fallen to the kitchen floor 
    fucking like two animals in heat long ago.

          "Ohhnnn . . . oh god, unhhh . . . oh baby yes!  Oh shit unghh!  
    Anngghh!  Oh god . . . oh Karen please . . . yes, please oh!" Laura 
    panted, twisting and writhing, feeling Karen's entire voluptuous 
    naked body pressed against hers as she sucked and bit the girl's 
    marvelous swollen nipples and rubbed the warm, wet cleft of her 
    flooding pussy.

          "Oh!  Unghh!  Oh Jesus Laura yes yes . . . ohhnngg!  Ungh!  
    Ownchhh!  Yes oh . . . oh yes ungghh!  Harder, do it harder!  Ungh!  
    Oh god oh god . . . oh I'm going to come please please unh unh!  Oh 
    now!"

          Laura had been through a few all-out, frenzied fucks before, 
    particularly with Karen, but it seemed to her that none had been 
    this heated and reckless and abandoned.  They bit and scratched and 
    tore at each other, whimpering hysterically and then squealing 
    uncontrollably when they came.

          And both were so sexually aroused that they came together in a 
    hot burst of coming in under a minute.  Laura nearly swallowed one 
    of Karen's luscious nipples, while she felt Karen's teeth on her 
    own.  Their hands groped and plunged mercilessly, and wild, helpless 
    whinnying escaped from their mouths as they fucked frantically.

          Karen came first, with Laura close behind, their hysterical 
    squeals of ecstacy filling the bedroom, drowning out the squeaking 
    of the bedsprings as they strained and pumped and churned.  Then the 
    hot, wrenching spasms released them both, and they relaxed, panting, 
    gasping for breath, smiling in the aftermath of the unbelievable 
    explosions.  When they had regained their breath, they kissed, 
    infinitely tender.

          "See, we don't even need all that other stuff to have the most 
    exciting sex ever," Laura grinned.

          "Hate to disappoint you, honey," Karen smirked.  "But before I 
    leave here we're both going to be sore."

          Laura kissed her.  "I know.  But getting there will be so 
    great."

          "I want to know about your surprise," Karen said, eyes 
    widening.

          "Mmmmm, but not before I feast on these beauties," Laura said, 
    scooping up Karen's breasts in her hands.  "All that we just did 
    went too quick.  I want to torment you.  I want to suck your nipples 
    and lick your pussy."

          "God, I love it when you talk dirty to me," Karen mocked, 
    replacing Laura's hands with her own and feeding one shiny, bursting 
    black nipple into Laura's mouth.

          Laura however wasn't kidding, and she now gave Karen the most 
    thorough fucking she could without using the things she knew they 
    would be using later.  She swarmed all over Karen's luscious body, 
    sucking and biting her large, bursting-black-plum nipples until 
    Karen was moaning in the throes of fierce pain/pleasure, then 
    licking and mouth-mauling her pussy until she came unbelievably, her 
    body flexing and straining through a sharp, scorching climax.

          When it was over, Laura was so aroused that she wanted to go 
    on to the rougher stuff at once.  And of course, Karen would never 
    turn that down.  When the rope came out from under the bed, she even 
    plumped up a couple of pillows for her head and spread her arms and 
    legs for Laura.

          "Now are you going to show me your new toy?" she asked, her 
    voice still smoky and clotted with lust.

          "You just came twice," Laura grinned.  "Aren't you satisfied?"

          "It only made me hornier for you," Karen whispered.

          "And I sometimes think I'm a nymphomaniac," Laura said.  "I'm 
    nothing compared with you."

          "Yes you are.  We're two of a kind.  Can't get enough.  It's 
    why we nearly kill each other each time."

          Laura's mind went to the whip, which they hadn't used for a 
    while.  It was really the very bottom (or the very top, depending on 
    how you looked at it) of their experiences together.  She remembered 
    that her pussy had been sore for a week.  She also remembered that 
    she had climaxed in horrendous fiery strings of coming, such 
    shattering orgasms that one didn't want to risk them very often.  
    Would they do that today too?  Again?

          The thought made her pussy throb and pulse wildly.  Oh god! 
    she thought, as she wrapped coils of rope around Karen's wrists and 
    tied them to the opposite bedposts.  We're so dangerous for each 
    other!

          When Karen's wrists and ankles were tied securely and she was 
    completely spreadeagled on her back on the bed, Laura gave in to her 
    desires and began to kiss Karen's voluptuous naked body everywhere, 
    from her shoulders to her knees, teasing her nipples and her pussy 
    along the way, but not lingering there long enough to give Karen any 
    satisfaction.  After about five minutes of this, Karen was shaking 
    uncontrollably, twisting and moaning again, her dark eyes imploring 
    Laura.

          "Laura . . . you're so mean," she panted.  

          "Oh, not half as mean as you remember," Laura murmured, 
    grabbing the long trailing end of the rope, which was only half-
    used.  "There's two things left to tie up, and I've left them for 
    last, because I love them the most."

          Karen bit her lower lip as the coils of rope began to loop 
    around her splendid, large breasts, making them swell, and shine, 
    her huge nipples popping and flaring, gleaming as they expanded.  

          "Honey," Laura said, running her finger over them, awestruck 
    by their bulging beauty, "you should have pictures taken of these.  
    I don't think any of the girl's in the magazines can come close to 
    this."

          In her mind she knew that only Rina had had more beautiful 
    breasts, and maybe Sholandra, whose nipples were nearly as big.

          By now Karen was panting softly.  Her smooth, palpitating 
    belly somehow made her whole body more desireable.  The wild sexual 
    excitement in her eyes aroused Laura like gas on the fire.  She 
    coiled the white rope around each perfect breast until they were 
    hard, shiny, bulging gourds of flesh.  Karen's eyes watered as she 
    looked down at them.

          "Is it too tight?" Laura asked, not because of the pain, which 
    Karen relished, but because they both knew by this time that 
    sensation would be dulled if the coils were too tight.

          Karen shook her head.  "Just right.  Oh . . . god!"

          She quivered involuntarily as Laura bent to the swollen balls 
    of flesh and began to lick Karen's bursting black nipples sensually 
    with the tip of her tongue.  

          "Yes, I'm going to bite you, yes, I'm going to fuck you," she 
    chanted as she toyed with Karen's luscious breasts, teasing them 
    with her tongue, then with her teeth, making Karen gasp with 
    anticipation.

          "Oh!  Oh . . . please!  Laura . . . please!"

          Laura dipped one finger deep into the runny, puckering cleft 
    of Karen's oozing cunt, then brought it up to one of the girl's 
    throttled breasts.  Slowly, she rubbed the tip of her finger all 
    over Karen's swollen areola, wetting it with Karen's own pussyjuice, 
    touching the center stem of her nipple last, flicking it, pushing 
    it, hearing the sharp intake of Karen's breath as she watched Laura 
    tease her nipple.

          "This kind of thing really makes you wet, doesn't it," Laura 
    smiled.

          "It makes me wet for you," Karen said, eyes throbbing.  "I 
    want you to fuck me hard."

          Now Laura began to suck the pussyjuice from Karen's swollen 
    nipple, sucking gently, then harder.  Then she stopped, replenished 
    her finger with juice, and smeared Karen's other nipple with it.  
    She licked and sucked this one too.

          "This way I get the taste of your hot pussy while I suck your 
    delicious nipples," she purred to Karen, who was writhing and 
    whimpering almost uncontrollably by now.

          "Laura . . . fuck me.  Please fuck me!  Unhh!  Oh!  Unhhh!  
    Bite me!  Unghh!  Oh . . . bite me and fuck me, please!"

          "Mmmm, I've got more in store for you than that," Laura 
    grinned, hopping off the bed and opening a dresser drawer, 
    withdrawing the . . . butterfly!  "Time for my surprise," she said, 
    bringing it over to the bed.

          Karen's glassy eyes widened as she saw it.  Laura, as Kim had 
    done with her, brought one of the butterflies close to one of 
    Karen's large, swollen black nipples.  She pressed it against the 
    soft, distended bud and flicked on the switch. 

          "Auugnnh!  Oh . . . shit!  Unghh!" Karen gasped, nearly 
    jumping out of her skin, as Laura had done.

          Laura pulled it back.  Now she licked and sucked Karen's 
    nipple, then applied the whirring butterfly again.  This time Karen 
    gasped and whimpered with frantic sexual excitement.  She began to 
    twist and writhe as Laura did the same thing to her other nipple, 
    and Laura realized that if she didn't stop, Karen would come just 
    from this, in seconds.

          She flicked off the switch, kissing Karen's mouth sensually.  
    "Are you ready . . . are you really ready?" she murmured.

          "Oh god . . . yes!" Karen gasped, her face frantic with need, 
    her voice hot and thick, clogged with lust.

          When Laura had done this with Kim, they had been sitting 
    upright, face to face, on the bed.  But Karen was spreadeagled on 
    her back, and so Laura spread her own thighs wide and squatted over 
    Karen's groin, bringing their pussies as close together as possible.  
    Then she inserted the vibrator between them, adjusting it until both 
    butterflies were pressing against their clits. 

          "Can you feel it?" she whispered.

          "Yes . . . oh yes!" Karen gasped, delirious, squirming.  "Do 
    it!"

          "Honey, it'll be fast."  Laura realized she was almost as 
    delirious with lust as Karen was.

          "God, do it!  Unghhhh!  Oh . . . please!" Karen begged.

          "Yes . . . I will, I will," Laura panted, dropping her mouth 
    to one of Karen's bulging, shiny nipples, sucking it between her 
    lips, teasing it with her teeth.

          Then she flicked the switch.  Her teeth sank into the firm, 
    pulpy mass of Karen's large nipple at nearly the same instant.  Both 
    of them exploded in shooting stars of coming almost immediately.  
  
          The buzzing butterfly wings on their exposed clits sent hot 
    jolts of ecstacy ripping through their bodies.  Laura had to hold 
    the vibrator in place, and she nearly came unglued as the fierce 
    shocks began to shoot through her flesh.  Karen groaned loudly, 
    thrashing and writhing as the shattering orgasms consumed her.

          "Auungghhiieeee!  Oungghh!  Oh . . . oh!  Aunnnggghh!" she 
    cried, her body wracked with fierce spasms of coming.

          And Laura quickly came just as hard, once, then again, and 
    finally she dropped the vibrator, pushing it frantically away from 
    them on the mattress, embracing Karen completely now, her whole 
    naked body pressed against Karen's undulating body, and they came 
    together for the last shocking minute.  Then their frantic moans and 
    squeals subsided, and they lay locked together, gasping, panting, 
    hearing the buzz of the butterfly monster still whirring wildly on 
    the sheet beside them.

          "Shut that fucking thing off, will you?" Karen gasped, 
    giggling softly as Laura peeled her body off and grabbed the 
    offending thing as if it were alive.

          She shut it off and held it up for both to admire.  "God, 
    isn't it great?"

          "If you want to die before you're thirty," Karen said.

          Laura began to untie her wrists, but Karen purred at her, 
    arching her back, pushing her throttled breasts up at her, trying to 
    draw Laura's attention to them again.  A very easy task.

          "Don't want to stop yet?" Laura asked.

          "You promised to hurt me," Karen pouted.

          "I never did."

          Suddenly she could see Karen's eyes fill with the deep, 
    crackling, perverted lust they shared for one another.  

          "Laura," she whispered, "you know I need more."

          "Why do we always have to go further?"

          Karen's dark eyes were murky and hot.  "Because I know what 
    you can do for me.  You've done it before."  She looked down at her 
    strangled, bulging, shiny, beautiful breasts.  "My nipples don't 
    even hurt yet."

          "You want me to hurt them."

          "I want you to bite them.  I . . ." she swallowed, a hard hot 
    pulse beating in her throat, making it temporarily hard to continue.  
    "I want you to bite them and whip them and then . . . she looked 
    further down her body to her crotch."

          Laura could feel both of them go nearly faint with lust at 
    that instant.  She knew they wouldn't stop here.  Slowly, as if 
    sleepwalking, she went to the living room and picked up Karen's 
    little bag, which she had dropped at the front door.  She brought it 
    to the bedroom and took out the thin whip with the leather pad on 
    the end of it.  She also took out Karen's harness gag, with its 
    small red rubber ball that went into the mouth.

          "I love hearing you beg . . . and scream," Laura murmured, 
    lifting the tip of the whip to her tongue and licking it sensually.  
    "I won't put on the gag until the last moment."

          "Unhhh!" Karen gasped incoherently, squirming as she watched 
    Laura, knowing what was in store.  "Yes.  Please."

          Now Laura squatted beside her on the bed, laying the whip 
    across Karen's smooth, rising and falling, deep brown midriff.  She 
    took the hard, bulging, throttled balls of Karen's lovely large 
    breasts in both hands and began to maul them in the way that Karen 
    craved.  She squeezed the hard gourds and pinched Karen's huge, 
    swollen nipples with her fingers, licking them at the same time, all 
    the while murmuring the loving threats of what she was going to do, 
    which she knew inflamed Karen wildly, as it did to her when their 
    situations were reversed.  And she knew they soon would be reversed.  
    What she did to Karen now would be returned to her shortly.

          "I love your big breasts," she murmured, "and your big, wet, 
    black nipples.  I'm going to eat them and chew them and swallow them 
    and make you whimper and sob and come so hard.  Mmmmm, they taste so 
    good, and they're so soft for my teeth.  Ungghhh!"

          She sank her teeth into one bulging, wet bud.

          "Annghh!" Karen groaned, wincing, her face torn with pain.
          "Oh . . . did that finally hurt enough?" Laura teased, seeing 
    Karen's lovely face torn by the pain.

          "Oh . . . god!" Karen whimpered.

          Laura scooped the hard round ball of Karen's other breast up 
    in both hands and did the same thing to her other nipple, first 
    licking, sucking, teasing it, then biting it sharply.

          "Aurrnngghh!" Karen writhed with pain under her.

          In spite of the four or five orgasms Karen had already had 
    (Laura couldn't be certain how many either had had in the wild, 
    thrashing torrents of coming caused by the butterfly vibrator), 
    Laura knew she would come again pretty quickly if they kept this up.  
    Having her breasts and nipples tormented by Laura could make her 
    come in seconds.  And so Laura was careful, pulling back, teasing, 
    not giving in to her own desire to ravish the girl's beautiful 
    breasts savagely. 

          Finally, with Karen's wet nipples stiff and rubbery and 
    pointing, Laura began to caress them menacingly with the pad on the 
    end of the whip, while Karen watched.  They both knew this was an 
    agonizingly exciting preparation, that torturing Karen's breasts 
    like this would make her come with only a few adroit strokes of the 
    whip to her inflamed, oozing pussy, which was already slick with 
    juice, a wet, puckering, magenta flower.

          Laura teased and tickled her breasts with the whip end for 
    several minutes, approaching the stiff, excited nipples only at the 
    end.  By then Karen was moaning and twisting again, dying of 
    anticipation as she watched the whip pad trace circles around her 
    jutting nipples, then nudge them threateningly before Laura pulled 
    it away.  

          But finally, Laura delivered on the threat.  The thin shaft of 
    the whip was very flexible, and she could administer quick, 
    painfully sharp blows with just a flick of her wrist.  She gave one 
    to Karen's huge, succulent left nipple, and Karen howled with pain, 
    hot tears instantly gushing from her eyes, her face torn with agony.

          "Awwoonnggg!" she cried out, biting her lower lip.

          Laura moved the whip to Karen's other nipple and did the same 
    thing.  She realized she was frantically horny herself, and wanted 
    to hurry on to the final explosion.  But she forced herself to draw 
    it out, knowing how wild it made them both in the end.  She whipped 
    both of Karen's strangled, bulging breasts four or five times 
    directly on her flaring, stiff, bulbous nipples, until Karen was 
    weeping copiously and writhing in pain.

          Finally, ready to go for the orgasm, she dropped the whip and 
    snatched up the harness gag.  But before she could fasten it in 
    place, Karen looked up at her, tears streaking her cheeks, but her 
    eyes full of near-worship and complete vulnerability.

          "Laura . . ." she half-choked.  "The bag.  Get the bag."

          The bag was at the foot of the bed, and Laura could reach it 
    easily.

          "The nipple clamps," Karen gasped.  "And . . . the rope.  The 
    bristly rope."

          Curiously, Laura removed these things from the bag.  Leave it 
    to Karen to introduce a new twist.

          "God, honey, you're sicker than I thought," she said 
    admiringly to Karen, smiling.

          "Put the clamps on my nipples," Karen coached.

          There were two large silver clamps linked together by a silver 
    chain.  Laura opened one with her fingers and found it very strong.

          "God, they must hurt," she said.

          "What do you think they're for?" Karen said, her eyes still 
    wet from the torture Laura had been applying to her rope-encased, 
    throttled breasts.

          Laura opened one clamp and closed it on one of Karen's large, 
    erect, bursting nipples.  Karen gasped and clenched her teeth.  She 
    bit her full lower lip as Laura fastened the other clamp to her 
    other nipple.

          "Now pull on the chain," she panted, her eyes glassy, murky, 
    hot with fierce sex-need.  

          Laura tugged it gently in the middle, watching the clamps pull 
    Karen's nipples, wincing herself internally as she realized how it 
    must feel.

          "Pull it harder!" Karen panted.  "Yes!  Unghhh!"

          Laura pulled the chain hard, and Karen whimpered, closing her 
    eyes, groaning as the pain seized her face.

          "Now the rope."

          Laura picked up the rope, a thick coil of bristly jute, double 
    the thickness of the rope in which Karen's naked body was already 
    trussed, and harsh with bristles. 

          "Run it through the lips of my pussy and through my ass," 
    Karen directed.  "And pull it tight.  I want to feel it bite into my 
    pussy."

          "Oh . . . Karen," Laura said, swallowing.  "I---"

          "Please!  Laura . . . please," Karen begged with her eyes.

          Laura did as she was asked, even introducing a few twists of 
    her own.  The bristly rope was long enough for experimentation.  She 
    parted Karen's wet, inflamed pussylips with her fingers and placed 
    the rope right in the wet, naked cleft of Karen's cunt, running it 
    slightly to the right of her swollen, excited clit.  Then she ran it 
    through her asscheeks to and up her back, bringing it over her 
    shoulder.

          Now she looped it through the strands of the other rope where 
    they met between Karen's strangled breasts, and circled them with 
    it, so that when you pulled down on it, the rope tightened in 
    Karen's crotch and pulled her entrapped breasts down at the same 
    time.  Karen knew exactly what she was doing, and watched each 
    detail with fascination.  When Laura was finished, she wrapped one 
    end of the bristly rope around her fist, took the nipple-clamp chain 
    in the same hand, and yanked them together.

          "Awwoongghhoowwnncchh!" Karen cried out, her face contorted 
    with pain.  "Oh shit . . . it hurts!"

          "But that's what you wanted, isn't it, my pet?" Laura teased, 
    leaning close.  "And now I'm going to gag you and whip your sweet 
    pussy until you come."

          "God . . . I'm almost coming already," Karen moaned, her body 
    shaking, contorted, quivering with sexual tension.

          Laura quickly slipped the rubber ball into Karen's mouth and 
    snapped the harness into place around her head, fastening it tight.  
    Then, unable to resist one last bit of sweet torture, she removed 
    each nipple clip, one at a time, and licked and sucked Karen's 
    bursting black nipple, then bit it tantalizingly, until Karen was 
    writhing and groaning pitifully, her hips churning and quivering 
    wildly as she yearned for a quick release.

          "Ohhh . . . you don't want it any more than I do," Laura 
    panted to her, snatching up the whip again, trailing the lethal tip 
    of it down Karen's smooth, heaving belly.

          They both followed it with their eyes until it reached the 
    upper fringe of Karen's black thatch.  Karen whimpered pathetically, 
    her eyes filling with terror intermingled with fierce lust.  She 
    shut her eyes as Laura teasingly drew the tip of the whip over her 
    pubic mound and thatch until it lightly brushed her erect, swollen, 
    moist clit. 

          Karen's whole body clenched.

          "Oh, you want it, don't you," Laura said.

          Karen nodded frantically.  She swirled her hips so that her 
    clit rubbed against the tip of the whip.  Laura lifted it only about 
    three inches and then snapped it down, but not with enough force to 
    make it really sting.  The flat tip landed squarely on Karen's clit, 
    but not very hard, and she whimpered, her body clenching again.

          "You want it harder, don't you," Laura said, teasing her, 
    dipping the tip of the whip down, so that it entered the wet crease 
    between Karen's cuntlips.

          "Unngghhh!" Karen groaned, almost delirious by now, crazy with 
    need.

          Laura now took the end of the rope that ran between Karen's 
    inflamed cuntlips and her asscheeks, then looped through the rope 
    strangling her breasts.  Holding it in her palm, she also took the 
    chain linking the nipple clamps on top of it, closing her fist over 
    both rope and chain.  Karen knew the end was near.  Her eyes flamed 
    and throbbed, and she whinnied softly, quivering helplessly.

          With her left hand Laura began to yank the chain and rope, and 
    with her right she began to whip Karen's flowing pussy more fiercely 
    now, thrashing the wet, inflamed slit wildly, landing sharp blows 
    with the thin whip on every part of Karen's swollen cunt, on her 
    clit, on her cuntlips, hard, repeatedly, until Karen was screaming 
    into the gag and coming violently.

          Karen's sleek, shiny black, voluptuous, tightly trussed body 
    writhed and strained and thrashed as the killing spasms of a 
    shattering climax wrenched her flesh.  Laura quickly dropped the 
    whip, as Karen began to come, and pressed her mouth to Karen's open 
    wet pussy, sucking and tongue-stabbing it passionately, mouth-
    fucking her into another sequence of coming that lasted nearly as 
    long as the whip-induced one, until finally Karen was quivering 
    helplessly, whimpering, desperately sucking breath through her nose.

          "Oh baby . . . oh baby," Laura soothed her, quickly 
    unfastening the gag and letting the rubber ball pop out of Karen's 
    mouth, letting her breathe deeply.

          "Auungghhh!" Karen groaned, gasping, still shuddering from 
    surprising, upwelling aftershocks of coming.

          "Oh god, you're still coming!" Laura realized out loud.

          "Ye . . . ohnnghh!  Auunghh!  Yessss . . ." Karen sighed, 
    quivering in orgasmic convulsions, her dark, glassy eyes boring 
    deeply into Laura's as yet another climax, this one wholly 
    unanticipated, wracked her body.

          Laura began to untie her, starting with her incredible 
    breasts, kissing and stroking them tenderly as she uncoiled the 
    cruel rope.  She removed the fiercely tight nipple clamps, licking 
    Karen's huge, bulging nipples.  Karen had yet another orgasm, 
    keening and arching, digging her heels into the mattress, her hips 
    shuddering frantically.

          "Auungghhh!  Oh!  Auungghhh!" she groaned, coming exultantly, 
    her face contorted in ecstacy.

          Neither of them could quite believe it, as Karen seemed to be 
    on a rollercoaster of coming that wouldn't stop.  In a few more 
    seconds, Laura had completely untied her, and they coiled lovingly 
    together, squirming and still wildly aroused, their naked bodies 
    touching everywhere, kissing heatedly, passionately.

          "Oh Laura . . . ohhhh Laura," Karen sighed, pushing Laura's 
    head down, cupping one of her breasts in one hand and pushing 
    Laura's mouth to it.  "Bite it," she panted, "bite it and fuck me 
    with your hand!  I'm going to come again!  Oh!"

          Laura quickly did as she was asked, too sex-hungry herself to 
    resist.  She took Karen's bulbous nipple into her mouth, tonguing 
    and sucking it in a hot frenzy, and dropped her hand to the girl's 
    sopping-wet pussy, so wet with the juices of previous orgasms that 
    there was no dry hair or skin.  She found Karen's still-swollen clit 
    and rubbed it hard with her fingers, now sinking her teeth into the 
    huge pulpy nipple.

          Karen came instantly, biting Laura's bare shoulder and 
    whinnying in long, frightful gasps of total rapture.

          "Anngghhiieee!" she screamed, her cries muffled only by 
    Laura's flesh in her mouth, her body shuddering through several more 
    sharp spasms. 

          After this fiery, agonizing culmination, they reluctantly 
    uncoiled their bodies and lay together recuperating for several 
    minutes, without speaking.  Laura realized that as the ecstacy 
    faded, the pain in Karen's body would surface.  She had gone through 
    it herself.  And this realization reminded her that something 
    similar was still in store for her.

          She lifted the strand of prickly rope that had been deeply 
    embedded in the wet channel of Karen's pussy, looking at it with 
    distaste and fascination.

          "I don't see how you could stand this," she murmured.

          Karen, still glassy-eyed, smiled.  "Laura, I've never had so 
    many almost painfully intense climaxes in a row in my life.  I know 
    I've had even more with you . . . but not like those.  I mean . . . 
    not even the first time we . . . did that.  The rope . . . and those 
    clamps, they just, I don't know, put me over the top.  That's why I 
    was coming so hard, and so long."

          "Because of this?" Laura asked, holding up the rope, a brutal-
    looking strand.

          At Karen's request, she had pulled it tight, and it had bitten 
    into the glistening pink flesh of Karen's vulnerable pussy.

          Karen nodded.  "And these."  She held up the nipple clamps, 
    linked by a silver chain.  "Want to try them?"  She raised one 
    eyebrow, tauntingly.

          Laura could feel the sexual excitement electrify the air.  "Oh 
    god, I think I'd scream."

          "I could put the gag in first," Karen tantalized her.

          Laura felt herself getting weak, vulnerable, totally available 
    to whatever Karen should decide to put her through.  What we bring 
    to each other is this ability to surrender totally to each other, 
    she realized.  The thought made her love Karen even more deeply.  
    She kissed Karen, a long, sensual kiss, to let her know it.

          "I want you to fuck me the best way you can," she whispered to 
    Karen as their lips came apart.  "Don't hold anything back."

          "Honey, I never can, with you," Karen said, pulling her down 
    on the bed again and kissing her roughly, then grabbing the rope, 
    the tying rope, not the bristly torture rope.

          About three minutes later, Laura was tied to the bed, her 
    thighs spread, her breasts encased in coils of rope, her body 
    trembling uncontrollably with excitement.  Karen started slowly, 
    kissing and stroking and teasing her, but after ten minutes Laura 
    had reached the point of no return.  

          As Laura had done with her, Karen paid particular attention to 
    Laura's swollen, rope-strangled breasts, tormenting Laura's nipples 
    with her teeth, until tears were pouring down Laura's cheeks, and 
    she was whimpering and keening crazily.  Finally, Karen picked up 
    the chain and the nipple clamps.  Laura flinched as she saw Karen 
    open one and bring it close to her bursting, aching nipple.

          Laura had opened them when putting them on Karen's nipples, 
    and she knew how strong they were, how they would pinch.  She held 
    her breath as Karen put the clamp around one of Laura's nipples and 
    let the prongs close.

          "Unggh!" Laura cried out in anguish.  "Oh god . . . it hurts!"

          Karen bent down and kissed the nipple with the clamp on it, 
    letting Laura feel the sick, perverted burst of fresh sexual arousal 
    through the pain.  Then she fastened the other clamp onto Laura's 
    other nipple.

          Laura winced.  "Unghh!  Oh . . . oh Karen, please!" she 
    begged.

          "Want me to stop?" Karen teased. 

          "It . . . hurts!"  Tears burned in Laura's eyes.

          "Not as much as it will," Karen murmured, still licking 
    Laura's tortured nipples, her tongue snaking around and under the 
    clamps.  

          It was even worse than Laura had imagined it.  The tight 
    clamps bit into her nipples, making them burn and throb wildly.  
    Karen's tongue excited her wildly too, and she realized she was so 
    aroused that she would come in an instant, at the slightest touch.  
    She moaned and writhed in her bonds, feeling the rope cut into her 
    wrists and ankles.

          And now Karen snatched up the whip and began to tease her with 
    it, tickling her clamped nipples, then flicking them with it.  
    Laura's face was wet with tears.

          "I . . . I'll scream," she choked, watching the whip tip trace 
    arabesques on her throttled breasts. 

          "Oh . . . is it time for the gag already?" Karen smiled.
          Karen raised the whip and snapped one of Laura's entrapped 
    nipples with it, hard.  The pain was intense.  Laura howled and 
    winced, her nipple exploding with pain.

          "Awwoonngggg!" she cried out.

          "Mmmmm, I guess it is time for the gag," Karen grinned.

          "Please!" Laura begged her, whether for the gag, or for sexual 
    release, or for both was hard to tell.

          "Oh baby . . . oh baby," Karen smiled, straddling Laura's body 
    with her thighs as she fastened the gag in place around Laura's 
    head.

          Karen brushed Laura's face with her full, naked breasts, then 
    lowered her body and rubbed them against Laura's strangled, rope-
    throttled gourds, biting her lower lip as her own nipples grazed the 
    clamps that were tightly pinching Laura's nipples.

          "You want me to fuck you?" she teased.  "You want me to fuck 
    you hard?  You want me to whip you, and make you come wildly, 
    shockingly, die of coming?  You do, don't you, pretty baby," she 
    purred, teasing Laura's writhing body with the tip-end of the whip, 
    running it between Laura's breasts, up over her pinched nipples, 
    then down over her heaving belly to her pussy.

          But she was not about to let Laura come without more lengthy 
    and elaborate torment.  For the next ten minutes Laura writhed and 
    moaned as Karen flicked her tortured nipples with the whip, then 
    teased her swollen, throbbing clit with it.  By the time Karen built 
    up to the finale, Laura was a total wreck, trembling and whimpering 
    uncontrollably, her body flaming with need, and on fire with pain, 
    her nipples aching, burning with each sharp touch of the whip, her 
    pussy pulsing wildly.

          Through the hot, blurred tears in her eyes she watched Karen's 
    hand accelerate as the flat leather pad on the tip of the whip 
    landed squarely on her clit for the first time.  It took only three 
    blows for her to explode in an excruciating firestorm of 
    unbelievable coming.  

          The fierce, fiery paroxysms of her multiple orgasms nearly 
    made her pass out.  Her body convulsed and strained and shuddered in 
    wild spasms as the wrenching, burning rapture tore her apart, 
    leaving her in the end nearly destroyed by an ecstacy so deep and 
    long that she wondered how she had survived it.  Karen, when Laura 
    began coming, quickly dropped the whip and threw herself onto 
    Laura's convulsing body, hand-fucking her and unclamping one of 
    Laura's nipples so that she could get it into her mouth, while 
    yanking the chain on the other one until Laura's screamed into the 
    gag, coming again.

          She lost track of how many times she actually came, although 
    the orgasms merged into one burning, flooding, inundating river of 
    bliss mixed with red pain.  In the middle of it she looked down to 
    see Karen quickly wrapping the rough, bristly rope around her 
    churning hips, bringing it up through her thighs.  Then, shockingly, 
    she felt it bite into her pussy and dig deep into her asscrack, as 
    Karen yanked it tight. 

          She couldn't believe what was happening.  Karen grabbed the 
    whip and began lashing Laura's pussy again, yanking the rope at the 
    same time, a novel and excruciating torture that Laura had never 
    even dreamed of.  And her body was already rocking with aftershocks 
    from her previous orgasms, so she came again unbelievably, after 
    only a few strokes of the whip, whinnying yet again helplessly into 
    the gag as the convulsions wracked her flesh.

          Finally, the horror and rapture began to subside.  Laura was a 
    wreck, and couldn't breathe through the gag.  Mercifully, Karen 
    loosened it first before beginning to untie her.  Laura could only 
    gasp for breath and sob silently, feeling her body throb and ache, 
    even under Karen's caressing lips.

          "I know you can come again," Karen whispered, as the last of 
    the ropes came free.  "I did, and I know you can."

          "Ohhhnnnn!" Laura moaned, feeling her whole body consolidated 
    into one throbbing, aching bundle of pain mingled with the afterglow 
    of incredible orgasms.

          She did not have the strength to resist anything Karen tried, 
    and Karen's hot, moving mouth on her pussy soon had her quivering, 
    arching, groaning, then coming again, a sunburst of surprising, 
    ecstatic convulsions.

          "Auunngghh!" she cried out, as much with shock as pleasure.  
    "Ungghh!  Oh god!  Oh god!  Unnghhnniieee!"

          And after this one subsided, she felt that she would call 911 
    right now, if she only had the energy to roll over and grab the 
    phone, which she didn't.  It took her ten minutes just to be able to 
    speak.

          "Girl, you and I are going to have to see if we can't go in 
    the other direction for a while," she said to Karen in a hoarse 
    whisper.  "Each time is worse.  I feel like I've just been through 
    hell."

          "Me too," Karen giggled softly, embracing her.  "And didn't 
    you come hard?"

          Laura nodded.  "Hard enough to die, you bitch."

          "Wasn't it the best fucking you ever had?"

          "Never had any better," Laura confessed.  Then she looked deep 
    into Karen's dark eyes, and in spite of what they had put each other 
    through, they both began to melt again.  "But my pussy hurts," she 
    said.

          "Mine too.  That rope is the complete end, isn't it.  I tried 
    it out on myself once that way, and I thought if I could get you to 
    do it to me . . ."

          She didn't complete her sentence, and was gripped by a sharp, 
    excited shiver that made her point to Laura.

          "We're so sick," Laura said.  "It's perverted.  My nipples 
    hurt too."

          "Want me to kiss them?"

          They embraced and kissed, their naked breasts rubbing 
    together, arousing them both all over again.  

          "You're a nymphomaniac," Laura whispered in Karen's ear.

          "I know," Karen whispered back.  "So are you.  Want to fuck?"

          "Every part of me hurts.  I don't think I could come again for 
    anything."

          "Bet I can prove you wrong."

          This time they needed no toys or implements, and indeed they 
    both had come so much, and so violently, that it took a long time 
    for each to coax a final orgasm out of the other.  But it was a 
    labor of love, and each girl's final climax was a long, agonizing, 
    undulating explosion that reduced each of them to tears of 
    gratitude.

          By the time Karen left, both truly felt that the force of 
    their bond had grown even stronger, and Laura, for all her lust and 
    infatuations for others, couldn't imaging how she could ever live 
    without Karen.

    


