After her hot little orgy with Chanitra and Karen, Laura thought she should have been fulfilled for the evening, at least. God, I'm not a nymphomaniac, am I? she asked herself. Because all she could think about was Karen's return. They drew each other like magnets. I've already had five orgasms, and I still can't wait to fuck with her.

She got ready for Karen by taking a long bath, then putting on a lace teddy she had never worn yet, pale aqua with lacy transparent flower designs. Her body was clearly revealed through it, and she had contemplated wearing it for Jonelle, if Jonelle were ever to return. But now, as if to spite her, she would wear it for Karen.

She had never actually prepared this way for a lover, and by the time Karen rang the downstairs buzzer, and Laura let her in, she was really aroused again, as if she had never had sex yet this day. And Karen seemed to have been dwelling on it too, because her eyes were fiery with sexual excitement as Laura let her in the door.

"It was hard to concentrate on money," she said, her eyes widening as she let them drift up and down Laura. "God, sometimes I forget how gorgeous you are."

"You like?"

Laura modeled the teddy for her.

"I hope it's not expensive. I may rip if off you."

Laura made a mock pout. "You wouldn't. I'd be happy to take it off for you."

She glanced down at Karen's hand and saw that she had brought her goody bag. Laura's blood leaped, and a rocketing pulse suddenly beat in her throat, making it hard to speak for a moment. Karen saw where her eyes had gone. She raised the bag, with a hot, inviting stare.

"Want to make us a drink?" she smiled softly.

"Yes," Laura said hoarsely.

Karen followed her into the kitchen. While Laura poured them each a vodka tonic, Karen began removing her own clothes, slowly peeling off her blouse, then dropping her skirt. Even though Laura had been fucking with her, and Chanitra, only about two hours ago, she was as fascinated with the girl's beautiful body as if she had never seen it naked.

Finally, Karen was clothed only in her underwear, black bikini panties, and a deliciously abbreviated pale yellow bra. The cups were transparent mesh, revealing the large black circles of her nipples.

"I could eat you alive," Laura whispered as she handed Karen her drink.

Karen grinned. "It was fun fucking with that fantastic child," she said. "But it didn't give me what I need."

"She's a hot little minx, though."

"What a body."

Laura traced the upper slopes of Karen's breasts with one finger, dipping it between her bra cups. "Not any better than yours," she whispered.

"You think we should go in the bedroom, or do it right here?"

Laura took her drink, and grasped Karen's free hand with her other hand, drawing her toward the bedroom. Inside it, she closed the door, as she always did, except when in such a hurry that it was forgotten. But she thought having it closed might somehow muffle the sounds they made.

She and Karen kissed, at first slowly, then more searchingly. Laura unclasped Karen's bra and it slid down Karen's arms, exposing her magnificent breasts. Laura held them in both hands, rubbing the thick protruding nipples in her palms while kissing Karen again. Karen's hands crawled over the lace of Laura's teddy.

"How do you get this thing off?" she asked softly.

"There are snaps, in the crotch," Laura said, with a faint smile.

"Mmmmm."

Wasting no time, Karen drew Laura down onto the bed, pushing her knees apart and sinking to the floor by the edge of the bed. Quickly she found the two tiny snaps and opened the crotch of the teddy, exposing Laura's beautiful, partially-open pussy. Only a hint of the glistening inner sleeve was visible.

Karen skillfully slithered her tongue into it and began making love to Laura's pussy. Laura moaned, quivering, gyrating her hips slightly.

"Oh! Oh Jesus!" she gasped.

"Jesus won't help you," Karen murmured.

"Oh! Karen! Yes! Ohhhnnnn!"

"Oh no you don't," Karen said, peeling the lace teddy up slowly, exposing Laura's naked body, kissing every inch as the garment peeled away from Laura's smooth skin. "I'm not going to let you get away with a quick, easy orgasm like that."

But when her lips reached Laura's aching nipples, Laura nearly came anyway. Karen's caresses always aroused her so much that climaxing was no problem, and Karen had to stop before Laura came.

She propped herself up over the supine Laura, dangling her breasts until her nipples brushed Laura's wet ones.

"Then do it to me," Laura begged. "Do it to me however you want to, do it hard. Please."

"Do you still have that rope under the bed?"

"I only use it when you're here."

Grinning, Karen fished under the bed with one hand, coming up with the coiled rope. Working slowly and caressing Laura's naked body as she went, in five minutes she had tied Laura up completely, roping her forearms to her thighs, coiling rope around Laura's stomach, running it through her crotch on each side of her pussy. But she had left Laura's perfect breasts untouched.

Now, as Laura watched, feeling her body throb with need and wild sexual excitement, Karen opened her black bag and removed the long leather thongs they had used together in the past.

Carefully, she wrapped one of the thongs around one of Laura's breasts about six or seven times. The hard round ball of flesh reddened, Laura's large nipple swelling and gleaming. Her breast throbbed, but not wildly, not painfully. And her pussy began to gush with juice, as it always did when Karen did this to her.

Using the other thong, Karen wrapped it around Laura's other breast the same way. When both were throttled, but not tightly enough to take away sensation, she tied the ends of the thongs together, yoking the hard, discolored, swollen balls of Laura's tightly-bound breasts together.

"Oh god!" Laura panted, in a hot, delicious, perverted frenzy of horrible sexual need.

Now Karen had slid down between her splayed thighs.

"Mmmmmm, you're beautiful red pussy is all gooey," she murmured, licking it, making Laura quiver with need.

In a flash Laura remembered their last time together, when she had come about twelve times in just thirty minutes. Karen had tortured her into an almost constant climax, and she had returned the favor. Each time they got more brutal with each other, and came harder and longer. How could they top that? And did they want to?

"You want to come, don't you," Karen purred, licking Laura's pussy slowly, teasingly, making Laura whimper and squirm.

"Yes!"

"You want me to fuck you, and fuck you hard, don't you."

"Oh . . . yes! Karen, please!"

"Do you want the gag?"

Laura was almost insane with sexual need already. She nodded vigorously.

Karen dipped into her bag and came up with the ball gag and harness, which she quickly secured in place around Laura's head. She smiled, letting her hands drop to Laura's strangled breasts, pinching Laura's nipples gently with her fingers, then twisting them harder, then so hard that Laura's body tensed and rose up off the bed. Clotted mewls of pain were trapped in her throat.

Laura couldn't believe how her body responded to Karen. Had anyone else done this to her, she would be horrified, paralyzed with fear and pain. But Karen's hands or mouth on her breasts, no matter how brutal, made her quiver with near-ecstacy and throb with lust at the same time she was arching and moaning with pain.

And now Karen was greasing the two-pronged dildo and sliding one huge prong between Laura's buns and up into her ass before Laura had even come down from her levitation.

"Anghhhummphhggh!" Laura groaned into the rubber ball as the gigantic, ass-splitting rod reamed her.

The other prong went up into her pussy and the same time, and Karen fell on her like a demon, fucking Laura furiously, her thigh jamming the two-pronged dildo deep into Laura's body while her mouth tore at Laura's bursting nipples and her hands fiercely squeezed Laura's throttled breasts.

Overwhelmed by the fury of Karen's assault, Laura began coming almost immediately. She had two quick, violent orgasms. Karen's teeth sank into her nipples, and she cried out into the gag, sobbing and coming in shattering waves of spasms. She had not been raped this brutally since Yvette's husband had attacked her, not even by Karen. But this time Karen's perverse passion was unrestrained. She fucked Laura, and fucked her, and fucked her, until both of them collapsed side by side on the mattress, Karen apparently from exhaustion, and Laura from having six or seven almost continuous scorching, blistering, shattering orgasms.

After only a few seconds, Karen gathered the energy to untie Laura, and to ungag her, and to unwind the thongs from around Laura's breasts.

"God . . . I'm sorry," she gasped, only now regaining her breath.

Laura smiled at her wanly, then winced as Karen pulled the dildo contraption out of her body. "I wanted you to fuck me, not kill me," she said softly.

"I don't know what came over me. I really wanted you. And I kept thinking about Yvette Farmer, and that darling teenager, both of them fucking you all the time, instead of me, and it made me furious."

"So you tried to hurt me bad. And you did."

"I'm sorry."

"But I came so hard." Laura embraced her, and kissed her. "I always come so hard with you."

"I guess you'll really have to . . . hurt me back," Karen said, her eyes suddenly stirring with perverted excitement. "Won't you."

"You little tramp," Laura said, eyes narrowing. "You hurt me like that just so I could repay you."

Karen's eyes glistened. She looked down at Laura's hand, which had tightened on one of her naked breasts. Laura's fingers were digging into the firm, dark flesh. Karen's lips parted. Laura's fingers gripped the girl's large, bulbous black nipple, pinching it, gently first, then hard, harder.

"Owwnncchh! Oh!" Karen cried out, her eyes watering with the pain.

"And that's only a taste of what you're going to get," Laura said between her teeth, grabbing one of the loose thongs on the bed.

Quickly, she looped it around Karen's breast, the one she had just pinched, pulling it tighter than usual. Karen's beautiful large breast swelled up, gleaming and hard, her huge nipple bursting. Laura knew she wasn't going to leave the thong that tight. She would later loosen it, to make sure Karen didn't lose sensation in her nipple. But for now she wanted it to hurt.

With the long remaining strand of the thong she tied up Karen's other breast the same way.

"It hurts," Karen whimpered.

"That's what you want it to do, isn't it," Laura said, affecting deep spite and sadism, which spiced up the experience for both of them.

Karen's eyes watered. Even though Laura knew how deeply the girl wanted it, Karen looked pathetic, scared.

"You're hurting me," Karen said, as if to taunt her, to goad her into further actions.

Without saying a word, Laura bared her teeth. Karen's eyes rolled up, and she began to pant softly, uncontrollably. Laura looked down at the beautiful, swollen, hard gourds of Karen's throttled breasts. She had never tied them so tightly, and they looked ready to burst. She ran her fingertips over the large, protruding black nipples.

"Oh!" Karen whimpered.

Then Laura dipped her head, extending her tongue and licking them both, first one, then the other, teasing and tickling Karen's bursting nipples until Karen was quivering and moaning. She really didn't want Karen to come yet, she wanted to draw it out, make Karen beg her, reduce Karen to a quivering, helpless slave of lust. But she was unable to restrain herself.

The sight of Karen's strangled, hard, shiny breasts and wet, bursting, huge black nipples triggered a wild, fierce streak of desire in Laura. She fell on the hard black balls of flesh with her hands and mouth, sucking and biting Karen's big nipples hard, and digging her fingers deep into each breast. She attacked the beautiful, swollen globes savagely, bringing her thigh up at the same time into Karen's crotch, crushing it roughly into the girl's streaming pussy.

"Auunngghh! Ohnnggghh!" Karen cried out, coming almost immediately, spilling over in torrents of coming, her body thrashing and twisting as Laura fucked her brutally. "AUUNNGGHHH! Oh! Yes! Oh god . . . YES! Annghgiiieeee! Ohnggg . . . oh! Oh! Oh god . . . yes yes yes YES! Auunngghh!"

Her orgasms were violent and rupturing, and she had five in a row before Laura slacked off, pulled away, panting and appalled at what she had done. She kissed Karen's wet cheeks, and uncoiled the thongs from her breasts, making the girl wince as she tried to soothe her wounded nipples.

"God, I didn't mean it," she murmured.

But Karen, in spite of having come five times, was still delirious with sexual excitement.

"I want you to fuck me more," she said. "I want you to whip me. Please. Tie me up and whip me. Please, Laura, quick."

"Oh, baby, no."

"Yes! I've done it a few times by myself. But it's never good enough, never as good as you could do it. Please!"

Laura was appalled and excited, as usual. In the past they had only toyed briefly with whipping, as when Karen had whipped Laura's entrapped breasts and nipples lightly with the small whip she kept in her goody bag. But she knew Karen was serious. And she was already so aroused from sucking and biting Karen's nipples and bringing her to five killing climaxes that she couldn't easily turn away.

"Where?" she asked. "On your ass?"

Karen shook her head. She spread her thighs and displayed her wet, black-lipped, glistening pink cunt for Laura.

"There," she breathed, her eyes fiery and dancing excitedly.

"Oh no, not your pussy. How could I do that?"

"Please."

She knew she should refuse, but they were both so overheated with sexual excitement and their own twisted perversions that she couldn't stop herself. In minutes, she had Karen tied to the bed, her thighs spread widely, the harness ball-gag fastened in place. By now Karen was quivering involuntarily, her body a mass of shivers, her breasts jiggling alluringly, her thighs trying to close but unable to because of the ropes.

"If I'm going to whip it, I have to kiss it first," Laura said in a low, smoky voice, kneeling between Karen's spread thighs and beginning a long, slow process of making love to Karen's wet pussy with her mouth.

In about two minutes she had Karen groaning with need again. Her open pussy was inflamed and oozing, and Laura, whose thirst for the girl's gorgeous breasts was unslaked, rose up Karen's stomach to her breasts. They were not trapped by the thongs now, but jutting and upswept, not even slack though Karen was on her back, and Laura filled her hands with them, hearing Karen whimper, half with sexual excitement, half at the tenderness of her nipples, which Laura had earlier nearly swallowed.

This time Laura was less rough, but she still tongued and sucked Karen's big nipples until Karen was squirming and whinnying, having forgotten the pain, now hungry for more, her luscious body quivering and her hips churning. Laura went to the bag and drew out the long rod with the square leather pad on the end.

"I can't believe you really want this," she said, holding the small whip in front of Karen's face, watching the girl's eyes widen with fear and wild sexual excitement inside the eyeholes in the harness.

Karen nodded vigorously, pushing her pelvis up to display the glistening open gash of her runny pussy to Laura. Oh god, oh god, Laura thought, filled with wild feelings. How can she want it? Can I do it?

Slowly, she brought the small leather square on the end of the flexible rod down between Karen's firm, glossy thighs. They were beautiful thighs, as beautiful as Brandi's though without the huge muscles, and she caressed them lovingly with the end of the whip, making Karen moan and shake excitedly. Finally, the tip of the whip was only an inch from Karen's wet, puckered cuntlips.

Laura teased Karen's cuntlips with it, tickling them, rubbing them, then placed the leather square directly on top of Karen's swollen, pinkish clit. Karen's body tensed. Her eyes narrowed, fiery and stricken. Laura raised the whip only a few inches and gave Karen's vulnerable clit a light tap.

She did not strike it hard enough to hurt, or even sting, but the very fact that she had done it electrified them both. Karen's luscious black body clenched so hard that the muscles and tendons showed in her arms and legs, and veins stood out on her neck. Laura felt her own hot blood leap excitedly in her body. She bit her lower lip.

"Oh baby . . . oh baby," she murmured, massaging Karen's clit with the tip of the whip, watching Karen go crazy with anticipation.

Then she raised the whip and gave Karen's exposed clit three quick, hard snaps with it.

"Owwnngg! Unnggh! Auuggnn!" Karen groaned into the gag, wincing, her body shaking frantically.

Laura knew Karen wanted to be whipped hard, fast, and continuously, until she came. But she had her needs too. Again she dropped to her knees between Karen's thighs and licked the inflamed berry she had just whipped, licking and sucking it until Karen was whooping and her hips were jerking up and down in frantic fuck- motions.

Then Laura whipped it again, this time landing five blows on Karen's flaming pussy, two or three directly on her clit, before she sank to her knees again to kiss and tongue and suck it. The combination of whipping and mouth-mauling was almost too much for Karen to bear. She nearly fainted, gasping deliriously as she drew nearer and nearer to an excruciating finish.

This time, as Laura sucked and tongued and ate Karen's delectable pussy, she knew the girl was going to go off like a rocket any second. Karen was whinnying uncontrollably, squirming, thrashing, pumping, insane with perverted pleasure and hot, unbearable need.

So Laura knew this time was it. There was no going back. She whipped Karen's exposed, vulnerable, wet, inflamed pussy as hard as she could with the whip, four, five, six times, landing the leather square directly on Karen's clit almost every time. Karen's beautiful body strained, clenched, and she whinnied hysterically into the gag as a fierce, cataclysmic uprush of coming wrenched her.

Laura was so caught up in the weird violence and crazy, perverted excitement of it that she kept whipping Karen's fiery, beautiful, inflamed pussy two or three more times while Karen's body was convulsed in a whirlwind of spasms. But then she dropped the whip, her own hot blood pounding inside her body, and dropped to her knees, pressing her mouth to the glistening, reddened gash and tonguing and sucking Karen's clit hungrily, prolonging the girl's orgasmic ordeal, until Karen seemed nearly to die of coming.

She came two more times after Laura dropped the whip, either from the momentum of her first climaxes, or from Laura's heated caresses. Then her exhausted body went slack, and Laura hurriedly untied all the ropes and freed her from the harness gag.

"Oh god, baby, I never saw you come that hard," she murmurmed, kissing Karen, worried that now that the excitement was over, Karen's whipped pussy would hurt terribly.

"I thought I was all over for me," Karen grinned, remembering. "I think I came about six times. But the first one, that nearly killed me."

"How does your pussy feel now?"

"It aches a little."

"Want me to kiss it some more?"

"Mmmmm," Karen smiled.

Laura did kiss it, lovingly, tenderly this time, but passionately enough to bring Karen to another orgasm in about two minutes. Then they coiled together for their slow, simmering, healing fuck, a melding together that Laura realized was the glue that held their bizarre, sado-masochistic relationship together. They could trust each other through the pain, knowing that this binding, incandescent moment of shared ecstacy awaited them at the end.

By the time Karen left, both were sore and exhausted, but satisfied in a peculiar but thorough way. They had burned to the very depths of their sexual needs and come back whole, resonant and loving, though tired.