Laura was so exhausted after her marathon night with Sholandra that she wanted to lay off sex for a while, but it was hard to keep Sholandra at bay. Sholandra was exhausted too, but a glutton for more. She had never experienced anything like this incredible let's-drown-ourselves-in-endless-fucking relationship, and she wanted Laura constantly.

She was so beautiful that Laura wanted her too, and she was grateful when the girl's period finally came again, giving them both a few days of rest. But no sooner did it happen, than Yvette phoned, and next, Laura ran into Karen at a company gathering for someone who was retiring.

Karen worked at a different company location, and so they rarely ran into one another by accident. But the instant Laura saw her, and she saw Laura from across the room, the electricity began to flow through their eyes. Each knew why it had happened between them almost two years ago, the first time for either.

Karen was standing in the bar, with a drink in her hand, surrounded by men, of course, both white and black, and enjoying it immensely. She was dressed in a slinky yellow silk blouse that emphasized her full, jutting breasts, and also her deep black skin. Her eyes flashed with ambiguous sex, and Laura could see the men surrounding her almost quiver with lust every time she emitted a husky little giggle at one of their jokes.

It took about ten minutes for Laura to break her away from them. "Come in here," she whispered, pulling Karen into the cloak room.

"Don't you touch me, girl," Karen laughed. "Those fellas'll all think I do it with girls, if they see you kiss me."

"You do do it with girls," Laura whispered, eyes twinkling.

"Only with one," Karen said with a straight face. "But that one is hotter than any man I ever knew. Say, you look a little bit like her."

"Maybe you recognize these," Laura smiled, baring her teeth.

Karen's eyes closed briefly, and Laura could see how it affected her. "Come into the bathroom with me," she whispered.

"Are you kidding? This is a bar. There'll be people in there."

"Let's go to my place. Or yours."

Laura could feel herself getting wet. She had been fucking to the limits with Sholandra, and yet one breathy invitation from Karen was enough to turn her inside out with lust. "Your place," she said, thinking of Sholandra, and even of Yvette.

Both had a way of happening in on her when she was in bed with someone else.

"Did you drive?" Karen asked.

Laura nodded.

"Then give me a ride home. The guy who brought me thought he was going to get into this little black pussy before you, but I didn't know you were going to be here."

"Mmmm," Laura murmured, leaning close, "I want to slip my tongue up into it."

Karen's eyes flashed. "There you go. All he wants to do is shove his huge dick up there. I guess he'll have to wait." She grabbed her coat. "Shall we?"

Laura found her own heart racing as they went out to her car. "I think I'm going to have a little climax just from thinking about it," she confessed to Karen as they got into her car.

"You better drive fast, girl, or I'm going to have a big one," Karen grinned. "Where've you been keeping yourself?"

Laura didn't want to tell her that she had been fucking herself silly with the gorgeous Sholandra Mason. In fact, for days her body had been feeling like a limp rag, and felt sore everywhere too. She and Sholandra had been trying to set records.

But as soon as she had seen Karen, all her pains seemed to vanish. Right now her body felt fresh and eager, and she could detect an excited wetness in her crotch, and an anticipatory tingling in her nipples. She couldn't keep herself, as she drove, from glancing over at Karen, at her delicious bare black legs, and the jutting cones of her breasts, remembering how she had felt when she first saw Karen naked. She had never wanted a woman before, and after that she had never really wanted anything else.

To make matters worse, Karen seemed to feel the same way. Her fingers moved to Laura's knee, pulling up her skirt, caressing Laura's thigh, moving even higher, making Laura squirm.

"You don't want me to get in an accident, do you?" Laura said.

"I want to feel how wet your pussy is," Karen whispered. "If it's as wet as mine is."

"Unhhh!" Laura suddenly gasped as she felt Karen's finger slip under the elastic of her panties and sink into her fluttering wet pussy. "Oh . . . god, that feels good! Unhhh! Oh . . . please, I'll get in a wreck!" she panted. "Please, Karen . . . stop!"

"Only if you promise me something."

"Unhh! Oh! What?"

"Mmmmm, you know what."

"I promise, I promise," Laura giggled. "Please stop, or we won't make there in one piece."

Karen removed her finger and made a theatrical gesture of licking it sensually. Minutes later they arrived at her apartment. Laura's knees were shaking as they climbed the stairs, and she could see from Karen's swirling eyes that she felt the same. They were barely inside the door when they started kissing.

"How can we feel this way?" Laura asked. "We've known each other about two years. We've fucked each other nearly into the hospital on countless occasions. And yet look at us. Two basket cases, trembling with horniness."

Karen kissed Laura's neck and began unbuttoning her blouse from the top. "I guess there's no one like your first, is there," she purred, her lips dropping to Laura's cleavage.

As usual when the two of them got together, both knew they would each be thoroughly, repeatedly, and satisfactorily screwed, raped and fuck-mauled to the nth degree. The only question was who would be first, and this time Karen left no room for uncertainty as she quickly removed Laura's clothes and pulled the excited, trembling naked girl roughly to her bedroom.

"Wait . . ." Laura half-giggled. "You're not even undressed yet."

"Girl, for what I'm going to do to you I should be dressed in an asbestos suit," Karen grinned, pushing Laura down onto the bed and reaching under it for a large coil of white nylon rope.

She began by tying Laura's ankles to the opposite bedposts, so that her legs were spread widely and her wet, glistening pussy open and vulnerable. Karen couldn't take her eyes off it, even though Laura was shivering with sexual excitement.

"Aren't you even going to kiss me first," she teased Karen, flirting with her eyelashes as Karen's eyes devoured her body.

"Laura," Karen said solemnly, "I'm going to kiss every last inch of you."

And she proceeded to do it, after tying Laura's wrists in like fashion at the head of the bed. Before even removing a thread of her own clothing, she bent her lips to Laura's breasts and kissed them both slowly and cleverly, massaging the firm globes with her fingers at the same time, then sucking Laura's nipples until Laura could feel the fuckjuice flowing in her cunt like a river.

Now Karen began to remove her own clothes, knowing how Laura loved her naked body and so proceeding in the manner most likely to inflame her. She peeled each piece off slowly, watching Laura's eyes caress her naked skin. Removing her bra, she cradled her full, firm breasts in her palms, bringing them close to Laura's face, pinching both of her swelling, gleaming, huge black nipples between her thumbs and forefingers and watching Laura's face contort with lust.

"You want these, don't you," she murmured, looking down at the magnificent globes.

"Yes," Laura breathed.

"All those men in that bar wanted them too, didn't they?"

"Yes."

"But only you can have them," Karen whispered. "You can have them right now. I'm going to rub you all over with them."

She began by kissing Laura's legs and then dragging her breasts across every inch of them, as Laura watched. It was one of the most sexually exciting things they had ever done. For the next half hour, Karen teased and tantalized Laura by touching every part of Laura's naked body with her luscious breasts and soft, bulbous nipples.

When she got midway up Laura's body, she loosened the ropes from one wrist and one ankle so she could turn Laura over, then kissed and caressed Laura's naked back and ass with her mouth, hands, and breasts, until Laura was trembling.

"Mmmmm, you like that, don't you," Karen purred, pushing her naked breasts into Laura's back while she kissed Laura's shoulders and her fingers slithered down between Laura's ass cheeks, tickling her anus, making Laura shiver and moan.

"Ohhhnnn god . . . yessss!" she moaned, writhing, her eyes swirling with need as Karen again turned her over onto her back and refastened the ropes at her wrist and ankle.

Now her luscious, dangling breasts caressed Laura's, their nipples kissing, brushing. Both of them looked at their naked breasts touching, overcome by the sexual desire that flowed between them. Laura gazed up into Karen's smouldering brown eyes.

"I want you to fuck me," she whispered. "I want you to fuck me hard."

"Mmmmm," Karen smiled. "You do?"

"Yes."

"I'm going to put the gag in now," Karen warned.

"Please," Laura whimpered, shaking with excitement, unable to stand the tension.

But before doing it, Karen moved her body so that her beautiful large breasts were dangling in Laura's face, her thick, bulbous nipples brushing Laura's lips. She teased Laura, who chased them with her mouth but was unable to seize one.

"Do you want to suck them?" Karen asked huskily. "Do you want to bite them? Swallow them?"

"Yes! Oh yes!" Laura gasped.

Karen smiled, taunting her. "You'll get your chance. Right now it's my turn. I want to tie your beauties up and . . . kiss your nipples with my lips and the . . . whip."

Laura's eyes rolled up, and she writhed excitedly. But then she remembered Sholandra. If she let Karen do it, she would have marks on her body for days. She knew it from past occasions.

"Oh god, I want it," she heard herself saying in a choked, guttural voice, clotted with sexual need. "But I can't, Karen. Please don't do it . . . not this time."

Karen smiled. She understood. "Oh? Are we fucking a jealous young girl these days, who might get suspicious?"

Laura gulped, then nodded, feeling ashamed, as if she were betraying Karen.

Karen's dark hands and long, sinous black fingers gripped Laura's naked white breasts, toying with Laura's nipples. She pinched them, and water came to Laura's eyes.

"Ouch!"

Karen bent down and kissed Laura, still playing with Laura's breasts, sticking her tongue deep into Laura's mouth. "Just for that," she smiled, "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll beg me to stop."

Laura twisted heatedly under her, mewling softly as Karen fastened the ball gag into place. The next fifteen minutes were an exquisite torture to her. Karen, after their long history together, was a consummate expert at bringing Laura to the brink, denying her release, then manipulating her again into a desperate delirium of sexual need, only to finally deliver an explosion of such surpassing rapture that Laura was left limp and tingling, a wreck of passion.

This time was no different. Three times Karen almost made her come, then pulled her back. When Laura was reduced to a helpless, quivering mass of wildly throbbing nerves, Karen began to torment her breasts, licking and sucking them, nipping them, squeezing them, each time stopping when Laura drew close to coming. She did not tie them up, and was careful to leave no marks, but Laura was writhing in the grip of a fierce sexual agony by the time Karen went to the black bag.

Oh god! Oh god! she thought, barely able to see through the red cloud of wild sexual need as she watched Karen bring a huge double dildo, like a fat anaconda snake, to the bed.

"Ummmm, you get to try out my new toy," Karen smiled, her face almost as contorted by lust as Laura's was.

Laura knew both of them were on the verge of explosive orgasms. She nearly came as Karen slid one end of the huge dildo up into her flowing pussy. But Karen knew the danger. She moved carefully, pausing often, then biting her own lower lip as she slid the other end up into her own pussy, which was just as soupy as Laura's.

"Unnnggh . . . oh god . . . feel that, girl? God, we're both going to come so hard, so fast!" she panted, wincing as the thick rubbery rod slid deep into her pussy.

Laura was already teetering on the edge of a horrific climax, and Karen knew it. There was no time any more for fancy delays. Both of them started pumping, groaning, churning their hips almost immediately. The gigantic rubbery piston sliding up into her flaming pussy drove Laura almost insane with fuck-hunger. She gyrated her hips maniacally, fucking herself on it and also fucking Karen at the same time, pushing it into Karen as Karen's fierce, rapid thrusts pushed the monster into her.

Neither girl could take more than a few seconds of this. Laura's body clenched and convulsed after only a few strokes, and she came in a blinding eruption of ecstacy, screaming into the gag, letting everything go since she had nothing to fear.

Karen came right after her, groaning and whinnying as a fierce orgasm shook her.

"Auunngghhh!" she cried out. "Ohnnnnggg oh god . . . Laura! Auunngghhh! Unggh! Oh! Ungghhh! Oh Jesus! Onngghhhh!"

Locked together at the groin by the huge snake, they both came in long and delicious spasms that finally waned and left they gasping, panting, bleary-eyed with shock. Slowly, Karen revived and slid the monster out of her pussy, then Laura's. Then she carefully untied and ungagged Laura.

"God, you have a new one for me every time, don't you," Laura panted softly, only now regaining her breath, her body still tingling from the sharp pleasure.

They coiled together and kissed. "I have to fuck you good to get what I want in return," Karen whispered, apparently hornier than ever even after what she had just gone through.

"And what would that be?" Laura teased, kissing her passionately, squeezing her large firm breasts.

Karen's eyes swirled with sexual heat. "I'm dying for it, girl," she panted softly. "I don't let anybody do to me what you do."

"I know." Laura nipped the smooth dark skin her neck.

"Ouch!"

"You have to save yourself for my teeth, only mine," Laura whispered.

"Oh god!" Karen gasped.

"I'm going to tie them up and rape and bite them," Laura murmured, knowing how much it excited Karen to hear her say it.

Karen's dark eyes throbbed. "I don't have anyone they have to be pretty for but you," she said, eyes narrowing. "Don't hold anything back."

Laura smiled ambiguously. She never failed to be shocked and astonished by Karen's appetite for pain. And even though Karen always claimed that she didn't let anyone hurt her this way but Laura, Laura wondered if it were true. These days they saw one another only occasionally. Both of them were fucking others, though Karen didn't seem to be involved with any other women but Laura.

Still, Laura knew that Karen had such excruciating, over-the- top orgasms when she, Laura, was applying the loving sexual torture that she wondered how the girl could live without them during the intervals when they were apart. And when Karen was fucking with some man, didn't she lose control once in a while and beg him to bite her, or whip her or hurt her somehow? Maybe she didn't go the whole nine yards, with the ropes and gag and dildoes. Laura could see how she might save those things for moments like this. But she still wondered if Karen didn't slip now and then.

As she tied Karen to the bed the way she herself had been tied, she also kissed Karen's delicious naked body, avoiding her spectacular breasts, until Karen was quivering and moaning.

"Ohhhnnnn god . . . ohhnnnn Laura, nobody does it like you," she whimpered, biting her full lower lip as Laura began to loop coils of white rope around her jutting dark breasts.

"God, honey, they're so gorgeous," she said, really feeling it, captivated again by the incredible beauty of Karen's breasts, as she had been the first time she had seen them. "I love the way they bulge when I pull the rope tight . . . like this."

"Ahhhh!"

Karen's breasts, strangled by the coils, swelled and shone, her thick, bulbous black nipples flaring.

"Those men you let fuck you must love sucking these," Laura said, running her forefinger over one swollen globe, caressing the bulging, smooth underside, letting the tip of her finger slide across the shiny, silky, black surface of Karen's almost-bursting nipple.

"You sound jealous," Karen said, eyes pulsing.

"I am jealous. I hate them. I don't want anyone to put these in his mouth but me."

"How about Rhonda Reardon? Do you know her? I didn't know she was a dyke. But I was at this meeting with her over in Oakland, and she tried to take me home and fuck me. Can you believe that?"

Laura tried to keep from seeing red. "Oh . . . ?" she cleared her throat. "Do you think of me as a 'dyke' too?"

"Don't be silly."

Laura pulled the rope coils a little tighter. Karen's entrapped and engorged breasts swelled even tauter.

"Anngghh!" she groaned, looking down at them. "God, careful girl. They're getting numb."

"Oh . . . sorry, I guess I got distracted," Laura said, loosening the coils. "So, did you let her take you home and fuck you?" she asked, trying to act nonchalant.

"No," Karen said, mischief in her eyes. "But if I'd known the way it would affect you, I might have considered it."

Laura was steaming, and she couldn't hide it. Rhonda had fucked Yvette, probably was still fucking her, and had tried hard to fuck Sholandra. She was apparently a regular partner of Barbara's. Laura was wildly jealous. And now the blonde bitch wanted to add Karen to her list?

Still seeing red, she carefully and ingeniously tied up Karen's breasts until they were just two hard gourds protruding from many tight coils of rope. When she finally knotted the rope below the jutting globes, both of them were panting in a frenzy of sexual excitement.

"She'll never fuck you the way I do," she whispered, almost threateningly, to Karen.

"I know, baby, I know," Karen nodded solemnly, squirming uncontrollably. "Please . . . the gag. I'll scream."

"I know you will," Laura said, eyes narrowing as she grabbed the gag from the floor, where Karen had dropped it after removing it from her.

Quickly she fastened it in place. Karen was hers, and Karen knew it, her eyes streaked with fear as well as wild lust now, her tiny mewlings both pathetic and erotic. Laura began by licking the girl's sopping-wet pussy, stroking it with her tongue but evading Karen's clit until she nearly drove Karen mad.

But Laura took her time. Not only did she love licking and toying with Karen's beautiful black wet pussy, she also wanted to drive her up the wall, to torture her with this pre-torture, until Karen was completely desperate. It didn't take too long. Karen began to shake and whimper and moan, her hips twisting and up- fucking into Laura's mouth.

Laura knew she would come prematurely, unless she stopped. She moved now to Karen's throttled breasts and began to pinch the huge, swollen nipples with her fingers while licking and stabbing them with her tongue. Karen went wild.

Each nipple was a saliva-wet, swollen black cone protruding from Karen's strangled, bulging breast. Laura squeezed both hard fleshy gourds in her hands and savaged Karen's sensitive nipples more and more roughly with her lips, even nipping them tantalizingly with her teeth, to incite Karen further. She knew that Karen could come just from this, even if Laura didn't touch her pussy again. But she also knew that Karen might faint in a minute or so just from the intensity overload, if Laura didn't make her come right away.

"Okay, honey, we're going to do it," she murmured to the crazed girl, looking in her eyes deeply as she licked her bursting nipples. "Here it comes. I want you to enjoy every fucking excruciating second of it, okay?"

She slid one hand back down the the soupy wet mess of Karen's flowing cunt, slipping two fingers into it and rubbing her knuckle gently against the hard berry of Karen's clit. Karen's body clenched, and she groaned excitedly.

"Mmmnnnggg! Unnmmggnngg!" she groaned, her hips flipping and surging off the mattress.

"Oh . . . you want to come, don't you," Laura teased. "Rhonda Reardon can't make you come like this, girl. Only I can do it . . . to you . . . like . . . this," she panted softly, punctuating each word with lip-pinches of Karen's swollen, tormented nipples.

Finally, she knew neither one of them could stand it any more. She was just as horny again as Karen was, and following Karen's first explosive orgasm this way, they would dive into a frenzy of double dildo fucking. So, she let Karen have it with both barrels, holding nothing back.

Digging her fingers into one bursting, dark, entrapped, and engorged breast, she sucked Karen's huge pulpy nipple deep into her mouth, letting it slide back out, lubricated by her saliva, until the wide silky areola was caught by her teeth. Then, rubbing Karen's pussy hard with her fingers, she let her teeth sink slowly into it until Karen's body froze in a seizure of agony under her.

Then horrific shudders of rapture began to shake Karen, and she squealed into the ball-gag in her mouth, erupting in fierce shocks of coming.

"Mmmnnggeeennggmmnnn! Ohhggmmmm! Unghhiieennmmgg!" she groaned and squealed, coming in great surging waves that took her undulating flesh off the bed and back to it, making the springs quake and sing.

Still hand-fucking the writhing, coming girl, Laura transfered her mouth to Karen's other strangled breast, assaulting her other bulging nipple in the same way, bringing on yet another fierce convulsion of coming. Now they were both whipped up into such a frenzy that there was no way they could stop.

At the end of the bed Laura quickly found the huge double- dildo Karen had fucked her with earlier, and in seconds she had slid it into Karen's pussy and her own. If anything, this was even more violent than the rape Karen had given her. Laura was on top, still biting and sucking Karen's nipples and squeezing the hard, throttled gourds of her luscious breasts, while her hips churned and pumped savagely, driving the thick rubber penis deep into Karen's cunt, and gagging hysterically as each sharp thrust drove the other end of it deep into her own.

After only a minute or so of frantic, feverish pumping and thrusting, both of them came in explosive bomb bursts, Karen keening and groaning into her gag while Laura buried her face in Karen's neck and clamped her teeth down on her own ecstatic cries. They thrashed together, squealing hysterically and coming sharply, until both finally went limp with exhaustion.

Even the aftershocks were exquisitely pleasureable, and they lay glued together, quivering and cooing helplessly as their mated bodies shuddered through the last waning spasms. Then Laura, biting her lower lip, removed the dildo from both of them, and hastily untied Karen, removing the gag last.

"Jesus . . . you bitch, you fuck me so hard," Karen swore at her, eyes glinting, as she rubbed the marks left by the rope, especially under her spectacular breasts.

Laura dragged her back down onto her back and slid on top of her body again, kissing her passionately. "Oh, and I can see how you hated it," she said, caressing Karen roughly, squeezing her now- freed breasts even more sharply than she had when they were tied up.

"I want you to do it again," Karen smiled. "Fuck me hard. You don't need the rope this time." Her dark eyes swirled. Her voice was low and husky. "Just suck my pussy until I die. Please."

"Only if you suck mine," Laura whispered.

"You bitch," Karen giggled. "I'm going to rape you. I'm going to leave hickeys all over your boobs for your girlfriend to find."

Laura felt a rush of hot blood, and she knew she didn't care. Karen and she went to the very bottom when it came to fucking. There was nothing they wouldn't do to or for each other, and when they both got this hot there was no stopping, or holding back. They had both come about five or six times, but Laura knew they were just warming up.

As if to emphasize that she meant what she said, Karen scooped up Laura's dangling breasts in both hands and fed one of Laura's aching nipples into her mouth, sucking it sharply.

"Anngghh!" Laura moaned, closing her eyes, feeling a wild new surge of lust shoot through her body. "God . . . can't we ever get enough?" she wondered out loud.

"I can't get enough of these, that's for sure," Karen murmured, holding both of Laura's breasts in her hands and devouring Laura's nipples.

She rolled Laura over onto her back, so that now Karen was on top. Then she mouth-mauled Laura's breasts and nipples until Laura was cawing and whimpering, squirming, twisting. Karen was not gentle. Her fingers bit into the firm flesh of Laura's breasts. Her teeth ringed Laura's nipples, giving hints of the pain she could deliver.

"Ohhnnnn god yes . . . oh god yes!" Laura panted, arching her back, pushing her breasts into Karen's face, into her mouth.

Karen's hand was now in her pussy too, rubbing it heatedly, her teeth tugging at one of Laura's aching, throbbing nipples.

"Yes!" Laura gasped. "Yes . . . god, yes!"

"Oh girl . . . I want you to come . . . hard!" Karen panted.

Deliriously, Laura thought, Oh god, you won't have to worry about that! In the next instant, Karen's teeth sank into her flaming nipple, Karen's hand nearly crushed her tingling clit, and Laura erupted in a violent orgasm, so shocking that it momentarily knocked the breath from her.

She arched her back, cawing helplessly for breath, as the spasms wrenched her body. Then her breath came back in a hot, high whinny as Karen nearly swallowed her other nipple, and she came again.

"Ungghh! Oh! Auungghhhh! Aungghhh!" she groaned, her straining body consumed by flames, erupting again, and again.

Finally, she fell limp back to the mattress, panting, her body still undulating with aftershocks. Karen was kissing her, cooing to her.

"I had to fuck you as hard as you fucked me," she murmured against Laura's cheek.

"It felt like you almost bit them off," Laura pouted, touching her bruised nipples with a fingertip and wincing.

"You're new cutie isn't going to fuck you the way I do, either," Karen said, eyes flashing, alluding to Laura's earlier remark about Rhonda.

"Ummmmm, nobody fucks me like you," Laura purred, coiling together with Karen, kissing her deeply.

And now they inevitably slid into a sixty-nine position. This was the slow, sensual, healing fuck they always had at the end of a fiery sexual collision, and even though Laura had occasionally felt deeper pangs of love for Jonelle, or lately for Sholandra, she never felt closer to anyone than she did when she and Karen had their tongues in each other's pussy, and when they finally vibrated and throbbed helplessly together in a totally harmonized and unified seizure of coming.

This was not the violent wrenching of their earlier orgasms. Instead it enveloped them like a hot, throbbing cloud, and both girls lay locked together, whimpering, quivering helplessly in the throes of an ineffable ecstacy, for several minutes. After the more intense shocks subsided, there were still waves of aftershocks that seemed to course between their two melded bodies, until even the mildest waning ecstacy was shared, and they quivered together down to the very last sigh.

Clinging together, not wanting it to stop, they finally almost peeled themselves apart, then lay kissing and cuddling for nearly a half hour before rising to dress.

"There's nothing like you," Laura murmured, kissing Karen deeply one last time before they went down to Karen's car.

"Mmmmmm, I don't think even that hot blonde Rhonda could come close to you, love," Karen winked, kissing her back. "But remind me to mention her next time. It seems to make you deliciously violent. My poor boobs feel like you tried to bite them off."

"You better wait a while before you let one of those fellas touch them," Laura teased.

Karen looked deep into Laura's eyes. "I only play with them because I can't have you every day," she said, seriously.

And Laura knew she was telling the truth.