Laura didn't have sex with anybody for six months. Except for the same evening, after Karen left, when she had almost injured herself with the same, still-wet cucumber and banana she had used on Karen, trying to get rid of the sexual tension she had built up while fucking the girl, bringing herself to a brutal, painful, shockingly intense orgasm, she had not even masturbated.

Getting over Rina's murder was even harder than she had thought it would be. She had dreams about the girl all the time, tantalizing, sexual dreams. Rina would be naked, beckoning, offering herself. But Laura would awaken not in a heat of need but in a clammy sweat, nauseated and chilled and repelled by her own lust. Lust for a dead girl, whom she had loved and caused to be killed.

She punished herself very much for what had happened. And sex seemed something alien to her, who had once had twenty or thirty orgasms in one session, both with Karen and Rina, and several times with both of them together. Who had once fainted when being fucked by Brandi. But now somehow her body did not become aroused. It seemed lifeless, cold, withdrawn, as if sex were a part of her past only.

She did become mildly interested in a new face at work, a beautiful, tall, slender black woman with long hair falling around her shoulders, so unusual in a black. Her name was Yvette Farmer, and she wore business suits with white sneakers, a trait Laura found sublimely cute and fetching. But Yvette was married, and had a small child. She was gorgeous, but very reserved and aloof.

And anyway, the last thing Laura was going to do was try to seduce her. A young mother? And after what had happened with Rina? The thought actually curdled her blood, and she dismissed it quickly. She enjoyed looking at Yvette, without even a thought of fucking her.

Instead, after six months of sleepwalking, she started going out with a man again. Of course, she was stunning, and men had never ceased paying attention to her, even when she was deep into her girl- girl sex phase. Now one in particular caught her eye, a young lawyer named Rob, whom she met through a friend. On their very first date, he took her out to dinner, then to a famous local sports bar where there were banks of TVs on the walls, showing a multitude of games and competitions.

She was having a good time, joking, drinking beer, when a TV monitor in the corner caught her eye. It was showing a female body building competition, and as she watched, she suddenly saw Brandi Pearson fill the screen, smiling, eyes sparkling, body rippling and smooth, glossy and grotesquely beautiful, a body Laura knew every inch of, even the parts concealed by the small patches of Brandi's display bikini.

The sight caught her so sharply by surprise that she almost lost her breath and fell off the stool, where she was sitting with Rob and his friends. She couldn't keep her eyes off Brandi. How could she have forgotten how gorgeous the girl was, and how much she had desired Brandi's fantastic body? She devoured the TV image of it with her eyes, drinking in Brandi's glossy black skin, her rippling stomach, her amazing, perfect hard ass, her small, swelling breasts, and her huge, flexing thighs. Laura's pussy flooded with juice.

The only time I actually fainted, she thought. She pressed her thighs together, remembering the feel of Brandi's huge muscle crushing her throbbing clit and making her cry out involuntarily with fierce ecstacy. A sharp tremor shook her whole body, and she had to look away from the TV screen so as not to arouse suspicion. God, if they see me looking at her like that, they'll know I want to fuck her! she thought.

But no one noticed. She tried to laugh and joke with them and keep the corner of her eye on the TV at the same time. Brandi was part of a group of girls, and when it came time for her to pose, Laura nearly came unglued. She couldn't stop looking. Oh god, I want her! she realized. I've never got over her. I want her again!

Brandi's thighs flexed and rippled. Her arms swelled, her veins bulged, her muscles expanded. Laura's pulse raced. Her pussy ached. Brandi turned around, displaying her incredible back, and her ass. Laura trembled. The crotch of her panties was damp from the oozing nectars in her cunt. The commentator on the TV said that this event was taking place in Indianapolis. God, I wonder if I could get a telegram to her, Laura thought. And what would I say? Dying to fuck you again? Not trying to turn you into a permanent lesbian? Just call me, please?

But she knew it was hopeless. Brandi had her head screwed on straight. She knew they were too good for each other, too dangerous, and she was right. Laura leaned over and frenched Rob's ear.

"I'm getting kind of bored," she whispered. "Why don't we go back to my place?"

"Really?" His eyes lit up.

They went to her apartment, and Laura made drinks for them. Rob was very handsome, and he quickly had her blouse unbuttoned, before Laura pulled away, more to tease him than anything. She couldn't get the image of Brandi out of her mind, and really wanted this guy to give her a blistering, punishing fuck to make her forget the girl.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" she teased.

"The most beautiful one I've ever kissed," Rob said gallantly.

He couldn't take his eyes off her half-clad body. It had been so long since she'd had a man that Laura had forgotten her effect on them. She was truly stunning, and she tended to overlook it.

"A friend of mine, a girl actually, once told me that men really get aroused by watching a girl take off her own bra," she said in a throaty whisper.

It was only bending the truth slightly, she thought. She could see his eyes throb with lust.

"Do you agree?" she taunted.

He nodded and swallowed, loosening his collar. "You are gorgeous. How did you get to be so beautiful?"

Slowly, Laura put her hands behind her back and unclasped her bra. She moved sinuously, letting the thin straps slide down her arms. Her firm, perfectly-shaped breasts and bulbous coral nipples came slowly into view from behind the drooping fabric.

Rob was speechless. He raised his hands and gently cradled each of her incredible breasts in his palms.

"Laura . . . I've never seen breasts this beautiful. Not even in magazines."

Laura's gaze turned murky and hot. "I hope you can do more than look at them," she whispered.

He smiled, then lowered his mouth to them and kissed her naked breasts all over, finally sucking one large soft nipple into his mouth. Laura's nipples were always very sensitive, and the fact that she had gone without sex for almost six months made her react sharply.

"Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, lacing her fingers behind his head and pushing her breast into his face. "God . . . do it hard!" she panted.

He sucked her harder, but she could tell he was afraid to hurt her, afraid to do it as hard as she wanted. But she knew she could incite him. She began undressing him while he sucked her nipples, unbuttoning his shirt, unzipping his pants. She got her hands on his cock and was shocked and delighted. He had a huge one, a genuine prodigy, something she would never have suspected, since he gave no outward clue.

She squeezed it in her fingers. "Suck hard," she whimpered. "Suck me hard. Yes!"

It took only seconds for the two of them to turn into wild animals in heat. Rob was filled with lust for her body, and Laura was horny with a six months' need. They tore each other's clothes off and fell writhing together on the floor of Laura's livingroom, kissing and clawing and sucking and moaning feverishly.

Laura got her mouth on his gigantic cock, but he wouldn't let her suck him for long.

"God . . . it's so big," she panted, curling her sensual lips around it.

"Don't suck," he panted. "I want to fuck you."

"You better do it quick. I can't wait."

"Neither can I."

She looked down as he guided the monster into her juicy slit, watching and panting as it slid deep into her pussy. She had never felt such a big cock, or rather only one time before, when the four black kids had gangbanged her in Rina's apartment. One of them had had a cock this size, but now she felt Rob's was even bigger. It seemed to fill her whole body.

And he fucked her fiercely and sharply with it, hard and violent with lust for her gorgeous body. Laura was in seventh heaven, reeling and groggy with fuck-hunger, wrapping her long legs around his thrusting hips and groaning sharply each time his long prick stabbed deep into her pussy. Rob not only fucked her hard, he nearly devoured her at the same time, sliding his mouth down to her breasts, his lips tearing first at one of her nipples, then the other, making Laura whimper and pump even faster.

It was no romantic, first-date fuck. Instead, they clawed and screwed each other to the brink of an explosive orgasm in only about a minute. Rob groaned and came first, rearing up with his cock, lifting Laura's squirming ass off the floor and spearing her tight, clasping pussy with his huge pole. Laura could feel the hot rockets of his jism shooting into her just before she erupted in wild spasms of coming herself, ripping his back with her nails and screaming in sharp cries of ecstacy.

They hammered each other throughout a convulsive, noisy orgasm, then fell exhausted to the floor, panting and laughing from the release following such a fierce coupling. Rob was a genuinely nice guy, and she kissed the shredded flesh of his back, where she had got too violent.

"I . . . I haven't had any sex for a long time," she confessed. "I guess I lost control."

He winced. "I ought to punish you," he teased. "Tie you up and fuck you in the ass or something."

Laura's blood leapt. She looked down at his huge cock. God, it'll kill me! she thought. But she couldn't stop the roaring of her blood. Even while he was fucking her she had been thinking of Brandi on the TV screen, of Brandi's spectacular body, of Brandi's thigh muscle between her legs.

"Would you like to do that?" she asked calmly, seriously.

Rob kissed her, stroking her body, her breasts, her perfect thighs, then her shapely ass. "Laura, there isn't a man alive who wouldn't want to do that."

She reached down and squeezed his limp cock, feeling it grow under her fingers. "Don't you think this thing of yours might send me to the hospital?"

"You really are serious, aren't you," he said.

"I happen to have some rope," she said softly, daring him with her eyes.

"Really. You're a little kinkier than you seem."

She opened the bedstand drawer and took out the tube of K-Y jelly. Now Rob's cock had really reawakened. It was thundering and rising, swelling, throbbing, jumping, now stiff and red.

"You want to fuck me in the ass?" she smiled.

Rob was equal to the dare. "Where's the rope?"

Laura had not touched the rope since her last night together with Karen. It was still under the bed. She pulled it out slowly with her toes, letting him watch her beautiful leg. Then she put her wrists together, beckoning for him to tie them.

"Not yet," he said, his voice clotted with excitement.

Laura looked at his enormous penis, now rigid and pulsing wildly, hard as a rock, the biggest she had ever seen. She knew this would be a punishing experience, a painful one, something fierce enough to make her forget about Brandi. At least for a while.

She dropped her hands. She looked down at her breasts.

"You want to tie them up too?" she whispered.

He nodded.

"It almost makes me come, just that," she said, closing her eyes briefly.

"You've done it before," he said.

"Never with a man."

"Laura, you get more interesting by the minute."

He began looping the rope around her breasts. She remembered the loving way Karen tied up her breasts, so slowly, methodically, careful to cinch them just tight enough, not tight enough to hurt, but enough to make them swell and pulse. Rob was nearly as careful.

"I would never trust a man to do this," Laura said softly. "Until now."

"How many girls have you slept with?"

"Three."

"You must like it."

She held his fantastic, gigantic cock with both hands while he thoughtfully wrapped the rope around her naked body, pulling it just tight enough.

"None of them had one of these," she murmured. "Oh!"

"Does that hurt?"

"Yes. Leave it. I want it to hurt a little."

Her breasts bulged, discoloring with entrapped blood, her nipples expanding and glossy. Laura briefly felt faint with lust. If he sucks them, I'll come, she thought. If he blows on my clit, I'll come.

He bent his face close to hers, kissing her mouth roughly. "I'm dying to suck your bursting nipples," he whispered.

"You'll have to wait," she teased. "I can still break free."

"We'll soon take care of that."

In about three more minutes he had her more ingeniously trussed than Karen had ever done. Her legs were bent at the knees and her calf and thigh each tied together. Her forearms were tied together behind her back, making her throttled breasts jut forward more than ever, her glossy, swelling nipples protruding hugely. He ran the remaining strands of rope through her crotch, letting it bite between the lips of her cunt, since he wasn't going to fuck her there, but pulling it aside in the crack of her ass, to expose her small rectum.

Laura lay on her side on the bed, glaring up at him, her eyes murky with lust, her cunt flooding with juice, her breasts throbbing.

"You'd better gag me," she warned him. "I know I'll scream."

"I want to hear you moan first," he said, holding his massive cock in one hand and rubbing the bulging head of it all over her strangled breasts, poking her nipples, jabbing them with it.

Laura nearly went wild. Her tightly-bound body was gripped by uncontrollable shivers, and low, guttural moans came from deep in her chest. His cock rubbing and stabbing into her taut breasts excited her fiercely.

"Oh god, Rob, fuck me," she pleaded. "I can't stand it."

"I want your boobs, your gorgeous boobs, in my mouth," he panted, sliding down, bringing his mouth to her distended nipples, sucking and biting them passionately.

Her breasts were like hard gourds, and his lips and teeth on her swollen, throbbing nipples drove her in seconds to a sharp, whinnying, sobbing climax.

"Auungghh!" she groaned. "Nnnggmmnnnieeeee! Oh! Oh god!"

"You're right, I'd better gag you," he said, hearing her cry out as she came.

Tears streaked Laura's cheeks. She nodded rapidly, completely submissive as he snatched up her slip from the floor and use it to gag her. Next he dragged her helpless body off the bed onto the floor, placing her on her knees, with a pillow under her head, her ass uptilted and beautifully vulnerable.

Next he greased two fingers with the jelly and began lovingly fucking her asshole with them, widening it, making it ready. He was almost tender about it, taking care not to hurt her but using a slow, sensual, probing motion that quickly had Laura moaning softly and gyrating her hips. Oh god! Oh god! she thought.

She had thought she was ready for it. After all, she had been fucked in the ass before, even by big cocks. Even gang-raped. And I did the cucumber, she thought, recalling how she had used the cucumber she had fucked Karen with on herself. She had nearly injured herself, being unable to walk easily for two days. The beautiful Yvette Farmer had even mentioned it at work. Laura had plead a sprained ankle. What could I say? she thought. I fucked myself in the ass with a cucumber? I really came hard, too? But it's kind of hard to walk now? Yvette said she should wrap the ankle. I'm just trying not to baby it, Laura had replied.

But her thoughts of Yvette fled in a flash when Rob began inching his greased, gigantic penis into her asshole. Daggers of flaming pain shot through her ass, then the rest of her body. Again tears squirted from her eyes. She groaned, shutting her eyes, wanting it to be over, and yet wanting it to be even worse. I don't want to fuck her, she thought through the red pain, meaning Yvette. I don't want to fuck Brandi. I just want to be fucked, like this, by this monster.

Her whole body was filled with it. The pain exceeded every threshhold until it became almost sublime, an enveloping cloud of excruciating sensation, punctuated by sharp, hot arrows as he began to move the monster in and out of her ass. She found that mental surrender was almost as important as physical. She relaxed her muscles as Rob grew more tense. He wanted to go easy on her, but the physical excitement for him was too intense.

"Oh baby . . . !" he panted, his fingers digging into the flesh of her ass, his cock driving deep into her asshole. "Oh baby! I . . . I'm sorry, I . . . can't help it! Unghh!"

"Owwnngggg! Ungghh! Anngggghh!" Laura groaned into her gag.

Just a few hammering strokes more, and he came, crying out in tortured pleasure, his prick spurting and jetting thick strings of jism into her. The warm gobs of cum shooting into her ass made Laura come too, right behind him, her body straining and writhing in the rope coils.

For a few seconds a savage, horrific ecstacy welded their bodies together, his enormous stiff cock buried deep in her tight ass, their constricted, animalistic cries intermingled. But as the pleasure waned, Rob was clearly shocked by what they had done and raced to untie her. He was stricken with shame and remorse when he saw the bites the rope had made into her golden flesh.

Funny how this happens, she thought, as he kissed the rope burns the same way she and Karen had often done with each other. And she and Rob ended up the same way, in a long, simmering, gentle, finally explosive fuck that seemed to heal the violence of their earlier perverted coupling.

They fucked twice more before he left in the early morning, and Laura was not sorry she had invited him. Her asshole still throbbed and burned. And the rest of her body was so sore from the collision with Rob that it was days again before she thought of Brandi.