That does it, I'm never answering the door again, Laura thought with a wry smile to herself, as she lay in the bath after having scrubbed the scent of Arthur off her body, and his dried semen off her face. She still had a big red welt over her eye where the door had hit her. There were bruises on her breasts and her thighs. Her ass felt like a red-hot poker was permanently implanted in it.

Other than that, I feel . . . humiliated, she thought. Used, raped, threatened, treated like shit. He could've killed me. And the worst thing was, she had climaxed twice, in spite of the sickening brutality he had used on her. Or because of it, she realized, again wryly. Since she and Karen together had developed such a taste for it, and orchestrated it so keenly.

But Arthur hadn't been skillful at all, just nasty and vicious. And I had to give him the satisfaction of coming, she thought disgustedly.

She hid out in her apartment all weekend, nursing her wounds. By Sunday evening, the pain in her nipples had begun to wane, and her ass felt less sore. The welt above her eye was still very visible, as were the bruises on her body. When the telephone rang, she was afraid to answer it.

Instead, she listened to the voice on her answering machine. Her heart accelerated as soon as she heard it.

"Laura? Are you there?" Pause.

It was Brandi! Laura jumped for the phone, almost knocking it off the table. Her voice was high-pitched, almost hysterical with excitement and relief. But she tried to take a short deep breath before speaking.

"Brandi?"

"Laura? You're there after all."

"Where are you?"

"I'm in town. I . . ."

Brandi stalled evasively. After all, she had been the one who said they should not see each other.

"Please come over," Laura said, feeling her cunt grow wet even as she spoke.

Oh god, please! she said to herself.

"Are you sure?" Brandi asked, knowing the answer.

"Don't you want to?"

There was an awkward pause. "More than anything," Brandi said in a small voice. "I'll see you in a few minutes."

The sexual punishment her body had taken from Karen, then from Arthur, had left her sore, bruised, and exhausted, but the thought of Brandi instantly revived her. She realized that she had become resigned to never seeing the girl again. But even given all the fucking she had done since that first night with Karen, when the full possibilities of sex had been revealed to them both, no one had ever made Laura pass out (twice! she thought) except Brandi.

We really shouldn't see each other, she realized. She's right. But nothing could keep me from her.

When the doorbell rang, Laura was seized for an irrational moment by an icy grip of fear. And this time she did put on the chain before opening it. She peeped through the crack at Brandi, who wore a fur coat and looked spectacularly gorgeous, so beautiful that Laura's heart started pumping fast.

Quickly she unfastened the chain. Brandi came inside. Laura locked and bolted the door. They stood looking at each other, almost trembling. Then, suddenly, Brandi hand went up to Laura's forehead, touching the weal over Laura's eye.

"What happened?"

All it took was that small moment of tenderness to make Laura's tears overflow. But she refused to let them get in the way.

"If you don't kiss me, Brandi, I'll die," she said, half- laughing, half-sobbing.

"Me too," Brandi smiled, and they embraced eagerly, kissing happily, then more passionately.

By the time their mouths came apart, both were panting softly. Neither seemed to know if they should just fall on the floor right there and fuck like two animals in heat, or go more slowly. It had been months since they had seen one another. Again Brandi brushed the weal with her fingers. She drew Laura's head down and kissed it.

"What happened?" she asked again.

"Jealous husband," Laura smiled softly, embarrassed.

Brandi's eyes were smoky with lust and affection and tenderness for Laura. "I'm not surprised," she said. "God, my fiance would kill me if he knew I were here."

"Just seeing a friend?"

"I mean if he knew how I was thinking about that friend."

"I'm flattered."

Brandi looked deep into Laura's eyes. "There's not a day that goes by when I don't think of you, Laura."

They went into the living room and Brandi took off her fur coat. Laura realized that they wouldn't be going slowly any more, not after she saw Brandi's body. Brandi wore a tight-fitting red jersey and a short black skirt, very short.

"God, you look better than ever. And this coat. Things must be going well."

"I can tell you don't keep up with the bodybuilding world, Laura," Brandi grinned. "I made Miss Olympia again, for the third time in a row."

"Oh god, how shitty of me not to know," Laura said, ashamed. "Congratulations."

She drew Brandi into her arms and this time kissed her long, thoroughly, probingly, ardently.

"I like you not knowing anything about it," Brandi murmured against her cheek. "You're not a part of that world. You like me for me."

"I think you have the most incredible body," Laura said, slowly unfastening the buttons in the back of Brandi's jersey.

"They all do. But only you can make this body sing."

"What about . . . him?" Laura teased.

Brandi again looked deeply into her eyes but did not respond. Laura went behind her and finished with the buttons, then pulled the jersey up slowly over Brandi's head.

"God, what a gorgeous back," she whispered, running her fingers over the firm, sleek muscles, touching them with her lips.

"I've won awards for this back alone," Brandi said.

"I can believe it."

Laura unclasped Brandi's bra and let it slide down Brandi's arms. She herself was wearing only a loose sweatshirt on top, which came off easily. She moved forward, pressing her naked breasts into Brandi's naked back.

"Ohhhh . . . Laura," Brandi breathed, her knees sagging.

Laura rubbed her breasts all over Brandi's back, then began caressing it with her fingers and kissing it. Each part of Brandi's body was a masterpiece, her back a delicious expanse of smooth muscle and rippling cambers. When she had kissed every inch of it, she pushed her naked breasts into it again, making Brandi sigh once more with pleasure.

She encircled the girl with her arms and raised her hands to Brandi's breasts, small and hard, and cupped and squeezed them while kissing Brandi's neck and shoulders. Laura realized that they were not going to fall on the floor in a wild scramble of fucking, though they both might feel like it. But they both also felt like taking their time, reexploring their strong feelings, enjoying the aching tenderness they had rediscovered in one another.

Brandi turned finally, dark eyes throbbing, and they embraced, pushing their naked breasts together and kissing this time in a searching, intimate way that soon had them both mewling softly.

"Will you come into my bedroom, Miss Olympia?" Laura asked her softly.

"What you gon do to me in there, pretty white lady?" Brandi winked.

"I'm going to make you wish you'd never left me last time," Laura whispered.

"I already do."

In her bedroom, Laura watched Brandi remove the rest of her clothes. The girl's body was unnaturally muscular, but grotesquely beautiful. Almost compulsively, Laura's eyes dropped to Brandi's huge, bulging thighs. She could feel a catch in her throat. No one deserved such bliss, she feared. That's why I had to endure Arthur. Brandi watched her watching.

"You know," she told Laura, "I'm used to people looking at my body. I've spent the last five years working to make it look like this. But when you look at me . . . I feel so special, so, I don't know, beautiful, not a freak, not a physique, not a muscle-bound dope who can't even enjoy a simple pizza. Other people want to screw me, you know. Men and women."

"I know," Laura said softly. "How could they help it."

"But you make me feel special. Like my body is yours, only yours. I don't feel that way with him."

"I'm glad," Laura smiled.

Brandi came closer and began to tease her again. "What you gon do to me, pretty white lady? You ain't gon do it with your clothes still on, is you? Ain't you gon take off your shorts?"

Laura smiled and slowly stripped off her shorts and her panties while Brandi watched this time. Finally naked, she could hardly control her need for the girl.

When they lay together on the bed and she finally felt Brandi's entire naked body pressed against hers, she began to tremble. Brandi did too.

"It's like we've never done this before," Laura giggled nervously.

"I know."

Brandi began to kiss Laura's body, while Laura's fingers continued to explore the miracle of the girl's back. Brandi's lips found each bruise.

"That guy must've been pretty jealous," she said softly. "Did he hurt you bad?"

"Yes."

"Poor Laura."

"Ohhh!"

"Does that hurt?"

"I'll give you three days to stop it."

Brandi kissed the bruises on Laura's breasts, then sucked Laura's nipples, first tenderly, then more urgently. Laura could not surrender completely and began kissing back, sliding down Brandi, sucking her thick, bulbous black nipples, making Brandi whimper.

Brandi's breasts were hard and round, but small, and Laura could get nearly the whole breast into her mouth, which made Brandi moan and beat the mattress with her elbows.

"Oh Jesus . . . oh Jesus!" she panted. "God . . . baby . . . you're going to make me come before I want to."

"Mmmmm, I want you to come."

"Oh! Oh! Oh, Laura. I want to do it . . . our way, first. Okay?"

Laura smiled, looking up from Brandi's wet, stiff, beautiful nipples. She knew what Brandi meant. Even though Laura had done it with each of her girl lovers, to Brandi it was special.

"Of course," she said.

"It's so intense to hold you and . . . fuck you like that," Brandi confessed.

"I know."

Slowly, enjoying the anticipation, they intertwined their legs. Then they inched forward, not looking down, their eyes locked, swirling with sex, their lips meeting, drinking each other, as their wet, open cunts finally pressed together.

"Ohhnnnn!" Brandi moaned. "Oh god, it's so good!"

Slowly, they began to gyrate their hips, moving their pelvises so that their pussies ground together while they kissed and murmured hot words to each other.

"Nobody can do this to me," Brandi panted. "Nobody. Nobody."

"Not even him?" Laura teased.

Brandi shook her head, her eyes rolling up as sexual pleasure filled her body. "Nobody," she panted. "Oh god!"

As usual, it was an awkward position to hold for very long, unless you were unusually strong, as Brandi was, or driven by fierce desire, as both of them were. They pumped and moaned frantically, kissing and squeezing and fucking each other in a heated frenzy made even more intense by their deep feelings.

For one brief second Laura plunged her hand between their mated groins, bringing her own throbbing clit against Brandi's. Then, gasping and mewling deliriously, they began pumping wildly again, knowing a conflagration was only seconds away.

"Oh god . . . oh baby oh baby," Brandi panted hysterically.

She dropped her hands to Laura's ass and jammed her pussy into Laura's. They both began to come in the same instant, wrenched by an orgasm so powerful that all they could do was cling to each other and whinny helplessly as it knitted their writhing bodies together.

"Auuggnhh!" Brandi groaned. "Oh! Oh! Baby Laura baby oh! Oh god oh Jesus! Auunngghhh!"

"Unngghiinnaaeeee! Oh . . . oh Brandi oh . . ." Laura panted, reeling from the shocks of a stupendous climax.

Still embracing, they fell on their sides, their groins still mated, their bodies still tingling with aftershocks. Brandi seemed still locked in the trance of her orgasm, her eyes glassy, a silly, sublime smile on her face as she rubbed her body against Laura.

"Oh Laura . . . oh Laura," she began to cry softly. "Why is it so good? Why couldn't it be awful? So I could leave, and say goodbye to you and really mean it?"

Instead of answering, Laura swarmed all over Brandi's incredible body, kissing and stroking the sleek muscles and velvety black skin, digging her fingers into Brandi's spongy, hard moons, slipping down between Brandi's awesome thighs, kissing them, kneading them, then pressing her lips to the puckered wet cleft of Brandi's beautiful pussy and sliding her tongue deep into it.

"Ahhhnnnggg!" Brandi moaned, arching her back, quivering with renewed lust.

It was something Laura had often dreamed about. Brandi's powerful, grotesquely beautiful body clenching and writhing helplessly under Laura's own caresses. Brandi vulnerable and pliant, begging her for release, moaning with desire and need, surrendering her fantastic strength and beauty completely to Laura.

God, I never thought I'd experience this again. This incredible, lovely girl! Oh Brandi, I love you!

She toyed skillfully with Brandi's pussy, filling her hands with the hard balls of Brandi's ass and tongue-fucking her relentlessly, then assaulting Brandi's clit in a way that brought the girl to three quick, shocking orgasms in only minutes. Feeling all the power of that muscular body quaking and shuddering as one after another fierce orgasm rocked Brandi's flesh made Laura almost burst with love and lust intermingled.

"Oh god, I knew it would be this way," Brandi wept, crying again as the tension of her climaxes dissipated. "Laura, how can we stay apart?"

"We're together now," Laura murmured huskily, dropping one hand to Brandi's thigh, digging her fingers into the iron-hard muscle. "I want you to fuck me. I dream of you fucking me."

"I dream of it, too, baby," Brandi whispered. "You don't know how I dream of it."

She scooped up Laura's exquisitely shaped breasts and drew one of Laura's large, swollen nipples into her mouth, sucking it lovingly, then passionately, making Laura moan.

"Baby, I wish I had breasts like these," she murmured.

"Why?" Laura asked, between moans.

"So big. Such beautiful round soft nipples."

"Oh!" Laura was overcome with intense pleasure.

"And so sensitive. I made you come once just doing this."

"You're going to do it again if you don't watch out. They aren't too big, are they?"

"Mmmmmm, of course not. But you know, bodybuilding girls' boobs shrink. Boobs are fatty tissue, and the idea is to get rid of that."

"Yours didn't go away," Laura said, her eyes swirling with lust as Brandi kept tongue-teasing and sucking her nipples.

"They were bigger, though, when I was eighteen."

"They're beautiful. I love them. They're so hard."

"Yours are pretty hard too. I love to suck them."

"Oh! Oh!"

"I'm going to make you come hard, pretty white lady."

"Ohhhh . . . please!" Laura moaned.

Brandi knew how and when to turn up the heat. In under a minute she had Laura writhing and pleading. Laura's body was out of control, and Brandi had complete power over it. She pushed her throbbing breasts up into Brandi's mouth, squirming, panting, trying to scissor one of Brandi's huge, powerful thighs with her own thighs, trying to accelerate the sweet, fierce rape she knew was coming.

But Brandi was moving at her own speed. After bringing Laura to a frantic pitch of sexual tension by sucking her breasts, she slid down Laura's body and began to explore Laura's aching, wet pussy with her tongue, always careful to pull away just when Laura approached the point of no return.

After several minutes of this, Laura was delirious with need. Whimpering and begging Brandi, she quivered uncontrollably, her thighs clenching, her hands squeezing her own breasts roughly, her hips churning with involuntary fuck motions, pushing her aching pussy up into Brandi's stabbing, curling, tickling tongue.

"Oh please . . . oh please!" she moaned. "Oh please, Brandi . . . fuck me . . . fuck me hard . . . oh please! Do it! Do it! Please!"

"Oh Laura," Brandi panted, overcome with desire herself as she slid back up Laura's body, kissing it everywhere, sucking Laura's nipples sharply again, and bringing one of her powerful thighs up between Laura's, a move that Laura had thought she would die from anticipating.

When she felt the hard muscle graze her swollen cuntlips, she nearly swooned. But Brandi, instead of following through, suddenly pulled her up off the bed.

"I want you this way, the way we did it before," Brandi murmured, sitting on the edge of the easy chair next to Laura's bed and lowering Laura's crotch onto the smooth, hard ridge of her thigh muscle.

Instantly Laura knew why. Brandi was very strong, and from this position she could run Laura's pussy back and forth on the hard ridge of thigh muscle while she sucked Laura's breasts at the same time, as she had done when they last did this.

And that was exactly what she proceeded to do. Laura was a wreck by this time, but Brandi held her quivering body steady, her strong hands clamped on Laura's hips, moving the wet, throbbing furrow of Laura's open pussy back and forth on her thigh muscle. It was the same experience Laura remembered of steel sheathed in silk, a hard sleek ridge of muscle cleaving her oozing trench and mashing her clit.

At the same time, Brandi filled her mouth with Laura's aching nipples, sucking and nipping them, until Laura was keening hoarsely with unbearable lust. She was feverish and shaking with sexual tension, and could take only two or three back-and-forth rubs on Brandi's hard thigh before threatening to explode with ecstacy. Brandi knew it and treated her accordingly, devouring her breasts and bringing her to the brink repeatedly before picking Laura up and lowering her onto her back on the bed.

"Now, baby . . . now," she murmured, her powerful, gleaming body hovering over Laura.

And Laura's thighs yawned open to receive the sleek, bulging, iron-hard muscle that Brandi slowly lowered into her crotch. Brandi's lips were on her cheek, murmuring love words, and then on her shoulder, on her breasts, and Brandi's huge, clenched thigh was sliding up and down in the flooding cleft of her hot pussy, and Laura was delirious with the preliminary shocks of ecstacy.

"Ungghhh . . . ohhhhh hard!" she groaned. "Hard, Brandi . . . do it hard! Unggghhh!"

Brandi's hands held her pelvis steady, and the huge muscle crunched into Laura's pussy, mashing her clit and cuntlips as Brandi slid her leg up and down brutally, then crunched it home again, bringing Laura quickly to a rapture so deep that, as before, she briefly blacked out.

"Auungngg . . . annggggg!" she grunted, coming out of it into another fierce, throttling orgasm.

This time her whole throbbing body seemed to explode under the crushing force of Brandi's bulging, silky black leg as it jammed brutally into her pussy, making her cry out with an ecstacy more shattering than anything she had ever felt. She passed out again.

And now Brandi stopped, afraid to continue, kissing Laura, trying to revive her. But Laura came to again quickly, through a hazy, throbbing cloud of coming directly into another sharp climax, as Brandi again drew the fierce muscle of her thigh all the way up the gaping, streaming furrow of Laura's pussy, holding Laura's quivering body as two more shattering orgasms ripped and stabbed her flesh.

She had come four times in quick succession, but even though she could feel Brandi slackening off, afraid to continue, Laura knew she couldn't give up this moment, which might never happen again. Crazy for more, she wrapped her arms around Brandi's incredible body and pulled her down hard, mashing their breasts together, writhing under Brandi, tempting her further, moaning and begging her.

"Fuck me, Brandi, baby, fuck me harder, fuck me more, please, ungghhhh! Oh! Oh yes! Please . . . do it hard! Rape me!"

"Oh baby . . ."

"Do it . . . please! God, it's so wonderful to have you fuck me!"

Through the throbbing, roiling fog of her own lust she knew Brandi couldn't resist that, and she was right. Brandi began to fuck her again, more vigorously and powerfully than ever, crushing Laura's squirming body in a fierce embrace and crunching her massive thigh once more up into Laura's tortured, mashed, pulverized pussy. Laura arched her back and erupted in another rapturous orgasm, feeling it scorch and flay every tautly stretched nerve in her throbbing body as she strained and exploded in firebombs of delicious coming.

Finally, they both couldn't go on. Laura was exhausted, and even Brandi was panting, needing a rest. She rolled off Laura's body onto her side, still pulling Laura with her in a tight embrace.

"I don't ever want to let you go," she moaned, kissing Laura ardently.

"Don't," Laura panted, slowly surfacing from an excruciating orgy of climaxes. "Don't let me go. Just fuck me."

"Again? More?"

Laura, demented with lust, rolled on top of Brandi, her thighs still straddling Brandi's hard thigh. She dangled her breasts in Brandi's face and pumped her wet pussy up and down on the hard ridge of thigh muscle.

"Yes . . . more!" she groaned hoarsely, squeezing Brandi's huge thigh between her own, riding it, pumping fiercely.

Brandi's hands found her dangling breasts, guiding one of Laura's nipples into her mouth. She sucked it hard.

"Anngghh!" Laura moaned.

"God, you're going to come again, aren't you, baby," Brandi said.

"Yes!"

"Ohhh . . . do it! Do it!"

Brandi's fingers bit into Laura's ass as she jammed Laura's oozing pussy down on her thigh. Her mouth chased Laura's nipple, sucked it inside, tonguing it frantically.

"Bite it . . . oh!" Laura whimpered hysterically. "Bite it, oh bite it! Ungghhhh!"

Brandi did. Her teeth sank into Laura's nipple, and Laura cried out as a fierce, hot uprush of coming shook her quivering body. This climax, if possible, was even sharper than the ones that preceded it, wrenching her shuddering body with excruciating spasms, like a lightning bolt impaling her flesh.

"AUUNNGGHIIIEEEEE!" she cried out, feeling Brandi's hand close over her mouth to muffle her screams, feeling the very edges of Brandi's teeth embedded in her throbbing nipple, coming in torrents.

When it was over, she collapsed. She had passed out twice, and come seven times. Panting with fatigue, she lay in Brandi's arms, gradually surfacing from a descent into lust perhaps more extreme than any she had ever experienced, except in her most perverted moments with Karen.

Brandi was still awestruck. "I wish I could come like that," she whispered.

"I apologize for being such a glutton for it," Laura smiled, regaining her breath.

"I thought you might die."

"Me too. Nobody ever made me come like that," she lied, not wanting to admit the kind of sick perversions in which she and Karen sometimes indulged. Anyway, it seemed true. The combination of deep caring and controlled brutality she had with Brandi really did make such unrestrained orgasms possible for her.

"Really?" Brandi asked, pleased to be the one.

"I think it's the force of it, if you know what I mean. I've never totally surrendered to such power before. Like, with a man, I'm always sort of half-fighting back. You know? But you're stronger than lots of men. It's giving in to you that made me pass out."

Brandi grinned. "You got me blushing, pretty white lady," she teased. Then she was serious. "I wouldn't have believed you could pass out from sex if I hadn't seen it."

Laura swarmed all over her, stroking her muscles and kissing her breasts. "You want me to make you pass out?" she asked. "A big, strong girl like you, completely vulnerable to me?"

"I am already," Brandi confessed.

"But I can make you more vulnerable."

Now they were both getting excited. Laura could feel fresh stirrings deep inside her own pussy. And she could see the fire in Brandi's dark eyes.

"How?"