The inevitable phone call came from Vondi. Laura was very excited to receive it. She had once engaged in some very hot fucking with two girls from the sex business—Sandra and Shawn—but that had been almost two years earlier. Even the memory of it could still excite her.

And the evening with Shavon and Vondi had been one of the most sexually thrilling in her recent memory. Vondi did have a beautiful body, as well as a certain kind of wantonness, very different from Shavon's sweet open nature, that excited Laura. The very idea that she had shaved her pussy and had pictures taken of it—and her beautiful though artificial breasts—excited Laura wildly.

And Vondi loved to fuck. She had said it herself, and Laura had no reason to doubt it. The idea of being alone with her was positively thrilling.

"I was just wondering . . . maybe we could get together, you know?" Vondi said. "You know, without Shavon? Just you and me? It's not that I wouldn't want her there and all---"

"Well, I wouldn't," Laura interjected.

"You wouldn't?"

"No. I see Shavon once in a while. When her husband is out of town, mainly." Laura lowered her voice significantly, making it more suggestive. "I never get to see you."

"You'd like to, eh?"

"I sure would."

"You know, I'm an exotic dancer, so I get the middle of the week off, not the weekends. How about next Wednesday?"

"After I get off work?"

"Sure, five o'clock?"

"Make it five-thirty." Laura gave her the directions to her apartment.

"Can't wait," Vondi breathed sexily into the phone. "I bet if anybody could find my G-spot, you could."

"I'll bet I can too," Laura breathed back, shivering all over in anticipation. "See you then."

She barely had a chance to enjoy the contemplation of being alone with Vondi, however, because Karen had phoned while she was talking to her, and left a message. Laura called her right back.

"I've been thinking about last time," Karen whispered.

"I've thought of it every day," Laura confessed, which was true. "It's pretty hard to forget a beautiful girl pushing her fist into my pussy and making me come three times."

"I know," Karen said softly. "It makes me quiver when I think of it. Do you think we should give it another try?"

Laura knew neither of them could say no. She could feel her whole body flare with hot lust at the very thought of fist-fucking with Karen again.

"I think we both ought to have our heads examined," she said. "How soon can you get here?"

"Ten minutes. Five if I don't change."

"Don't change. I'm going to undress you anyway."

"You sexy little ho. Is your pussy wet?"

"Sopping."

Karen was true to her word and arrived in about five minutes. It was a Saturday morning, and so she was dressed in a loose-fitting sweatshirt and jeans, her hair wrapped in a bandana. Under the sweatshirt, Laura immediately saw from the way her large, firm breasts were swaying, she wore no bra. For some reason, Laura found Karen's appearance to be completely erotic, as if she had been torn from the vacuuming and dusting to submit to Laura's very energetic and totally twisted lust. God, I don't know if I ever want to fuck anyone as much as I want to fuck her, Laura thought.

The instant Karen was inside, Laura pushed her back against the door, throwing the bolt and kissing Karen's neck passionately, then running her hands up under the sweatshirt, cupping the girl's springy, round, naked breasts in her palms. Their mouths met in a searing, voracious kiss.

"Do you realize we've been doing this for two years and I still want to rape you every time I see you," Laura murmured.

"You never were this hot until I fist-fucked you last time," Karen teased.

Laura wondered if she were right. Each time they sank further into depravity, she wondered how they could sink lower. But fisting each other was the worst, and the best, they had ever done together.

Laura pushed the sweatshirt up to Karen's chin, exposing her large, gorgeous breasts. She dropped her mouth to them, sucking and gently clamping them with her teeth, in promise of future more brutal delights. Karen was panting and gasping in seconds.

"Laura, I'm going to come right here, if you don't watch it," she panted.

"You haven't come just from having me suck them in a long, long time," Laura said, curling her tongue around one wet, shiny, bulging black nipple.

"That's because you never give me the chance, girl. Always diving for my pussy as soon as I step inside."

"I do want your pussy," Laura teased back, kissing her again.

"Tell me what you want to do to it."

Karen's eyes grew briefly glassy, and Laura knew they were both growing wildly aroused by this conversation.

"I want to shove my whole arm into it, up to the elbow, and fuck you hard with my fist until you beg me for mercy," she murmured against Karen's silky black cheek.

"Oh god . . ." Karen panted softly. "My knees are getting weak. Promise?"

"I promise," Laura said, drawing her quickly toward the bedroom.

There, in contrast to their ravenously lustful performance by the door, they took pleasure in undressing slowly for one another. For two years each had been enchanted by the other's body, and they both knew it, seductively peeling away their clothes. Karen, who was, Laura knew, wearing no bra, seemed to take forever in removing her sweatshirt, letting Laura glimpse her spectacular, large, firm breasts slowly, concealing her soft, protruding black nipples until the last moment.

Laura had already sucked them moments ago, but she ached to get her mouth and hands on them again. She, in turn, took a long time removing her bra, seductively unhooking it but keep the cups up with one hand, letting them slip slowly, revealing her own nipples, and perfect naked breasts. They took the same pains with their jeans and panties. By the time they were naked, they were both shockingly aroused. Laura wondered if either could really hold off until the elaborate tying-up was finished. Both wanted to fuck now, desperately. And yet both knew how much the thrill would be heightened by postponing it.

"I . . . want to be first," she said, hearing her own voice clotted and engorged with pent-up lust.

Karen smiled. "You just want me to hurt you, so you can have your revenge on me afterward."

Laura smirked. "There's a thought."

Karen took her hand and drew her to the bed. Quickly, with skill borne of their many experiences together, she took a pair of handcuffs from her bag and handcuffed Laura's wrists together, the chain between the cuffs looped behind one bedpost. As usual, a squirt of panic shot through Laura as she heard the handcuffs snap into place. There would be no escape. And Karen was a brutal, ruthless lover.

She began by ingeniously torturing Laura's breasts, not tying them up immediately, or clamping them, but first teasing Laura by tightening and loosening a noose of rope around each breast. Each time she strangled one of Laura's beautiful globes, she would push her own breasts into it, rubbing her nipples all over Laura's breasts while they both watched. After a few minutes of this, they were both panting heavily.

Now Karen began to tie up Laura's breasts in taut coils of rope, until both globes were as taut as overripe gourds, engorged with blood, a deep rose color. Laura's nipples flared and swelled, throbbing wildly. Karen tormented them with her fingers and lips.

"God, don't they want the clips?" she teased softly. "Don't you want me to put the clips on them?"

Laura shook her head, her eyes watering. She remembered how the nipple clips had hurt her last time. But there was no stopping Karen. She had them out of the bag before Laura could plead.

"Don't . . . use them this time, okay?" Laura asked, submissively. "Last time . . . they hurt me bad."

Karen scissored Laura's bursting, distended nipples with her long black fingers. "These beautiful nipples are just dying to be pinched until the tears pour down your cheeks, darling," she said, smiling.

Laura shook her head, but it was too late. "Anngghhh! Owwncchh! Oh shit! God . . . that hurts!"

She watched as Karen closed a ferociously tight nipple clamp on her swollen, purplish nipple. Karen smiled and twisted the clamp, bringing excruciating pain to Laura's nipple.

"Awwonnngg!" Laura howled.

"Careful, honey, or I'll have to gag you," Karen warned.

"You'd better do it," Laura gasped. "I can't take it. God, it hurts too much!"

"Just keep thinking how hard you'll come," Karen smiled.

She clamped Laura's other swollen nipple with the second clamp, then tugged the chain connecting the clamps, making both nipples flare with hot pain. Laura's cheeks, as Karen had predicted, were slick with tears. Now Karen moved faster, moving down Laura's writhing body, kissing the bulging undersides of her breasts, her smooth flat midriff, her belly, then licking her pussy hungrily but not enough to make Laura come.

"The gag . . . the gag . . . please!" Laura whimpered, churning her hips, pushing her pussy into Karen's eager mouth.

"I can't wait to get my hand inside your beautiful pussy," Karen panted.

"God . . . do it, fuck me, do it quick!" Laura begged her.

But Karen, knowing how Laura loved the torment, still took her time, dragging her naked breasts across Laura's tightly bound breasts, then dragging them across the rest of Laura's straining body, then brushing Laura's face with them. Finally, she took the ball gag and harness from the bag and placed the ball in Laura's mouth, fastening the strap buckles at the sides of Laura's head.

"Now you can scream your little heart out, darling, and no one will know," she whispered. "Now I can fuck you as hard and as much as I want to. And I really want to."

She was good to her word, and for the next thirty minutes she fucked Laura as thoroughly, brutally, and mercilessly as Laura had ever been fucked, even by Karen, who already held the record. She fist-fucked her until Laura had three excruciating orgasms in a row. Then she tongued her clit until Laura had another. Finally, she whipped Laura's pussy and her pinched, tortured nipples with the long, thin whip until Laura burst once again in a wrenching, agonizing orgasm, one of the most painfully intense she had ever felt.

When it was over, Laura was a wreck. Even after Karen untied her and unlocked the handcuffs and removed the gag, she lay motionless and silent on her back, feeling her body throb, as if this enormous hot tornado had engulfed her and fucked her right to the edge of her existence, making her come repeatedly yet leaving her there precariously balanced on the edge of infinity and physical pain. And yet she had to admit that even the aftershocks were as powerful as some orgasms she had had in her life. She lay there quivering and whimpering through one as Karen returned from the bathroom.

She lay down on the bed next to Laura. "Did I overdo it?" she asked meekly.

Laura blinked, moving for the first time since the straining and flexing agonies of her last orgasm, whipped out of her poor pussy by Karen's savage blows. Her pussy was still inflamed and sore. Her nipples throbbed.

"I've actually never come harder than that," she replied hoarsely. "You are an evil bitch to whip me like that."

"Mmmm, want me to lick your pussy and make it better?"

Laura sat up. "I . . . want my revenge," she said, with a sinister smile.

"Oh god, I was hoping you'd say that," Karen said.

If she weren't so black, she would have gone pale. She looked down as Laura began to caress her extraordinary, large, full breasts with one hand. Laura's long fingers scissored one huge, soft black nipple softly.

"I'm going to bite this one extra hard, because I love it," she whispered.

Karen shivered visibly. "I want you to do something special."

Oh god, here we go again, Laura thought. What frightening perversity had Karen thought of now? Laura toyed with Karen's other luscious nipple.

"What would that be?"

"Fist me in both holes at the same time."

"You mean your ass and your pussy both?"

Karen nodded, eyes glazed in anticipation.

Laura raised one eyebrow. "I didn't think I could get my hand inside your pussy either," she reflected aloud. "But your asshole is a little smaller."

"You can do it. You just have to go slowly . . . open it up. God, I'm almost coming just from thinking about it."

"You're a true sicko, sweetheart," Laura kissed her cheek. "I guess that's why I love you."

She began to tie up Karen's scrumptious, jutting, beautifully-shaped breasts, an activity that always excited them both to a very high pitch. This time she followed Karen's lead by enclosing one breast in a noose of rope, tightening and loosening it, rubbing her own naked breasts and nipples all over it, then doing the same to the other.

Karen's wrists were not handcuffed yet, and so when the stimulation got to be too much for her, she grabbed one of her naked breasts and one of Laura's, jamming them together, rubbing their nipples hard, pinching them both, while Laura pulled the rope coil around Karen's breast very tight.

"Unnhh . . . ouch!" she gasped, looking at Laura, her eyes watering.

Laura coiled the rope around her other breast too, pulling it just as tight. Karen's breasts swelled and gleamed, her plump black nipples protruding and shining. Quickly, with a skill borne of experience, Laura wrapped the roped around Karen's naked back and up over her neck, looping it again under her taut, strangled breasts and knotting it between them. She ran her fingers over Karen's bursting black nipples, scissoring them playfully, tweaking them.

"Ohhhh . . . these are ready to be clamped, I think," Laura said brightly. "Or should I say clamped and whipped, after what you did to me."

"If you suck them, I'll come," Karen panted.

"Oh that's too bad," Laura said. "Because I want to suck them, but I don't want you to come. Not yet. I want you to come with my hand stuck all the way inside your ass."

"Oh god!"

"Do you still want it?"

"Oh god, yes!"

Before resorting to the nipple clamps, Laura couldn't resist touching these incredible beauties. She wanted to suck and bite them hard, kneading them with her fingers and feeling Karen's body respond and even come while she was doing it. She had done it in the past and knew it could happen again. Karen had even said it would.

But she restrained herself. She would do it later. There was plenty of time. Both of them, even Laura after her own sexual ordeal, were so lathered up that she knew prolonging Karen's first orgasm to achieve the highest intensity would be hard. She looked regretfully at the wildly desirable swollen, bursting gourds of Karen's beautiful, entrapped breasts and popping, shiny nipples, then reached for the handcuffs and the gag, while Karen turned over and crouched on her knees on the mattress, her lovely big shapely ass high in the air.

She held her wrists together, and Laura handcuffed them to the corner bedpost. Their faces were very close, and Laura kissed Karen, a long, simmering, meaningful kiss to precede the violence she was about to inflict on Karen's beautiful body.

"Don't hold anything back," Karen whispered, quivering with excitement already.

"I won't."

"Fuck it as hard as you can."

"'It'?"

"You know what."

"Don't you let your cop boyfriend shove his whole big dick into it?"

"His dick isn't as big as your fist."

Laura held up her fist, and they both examined it. "No . . . I guess not," Laura said. "And his dick doesn't have knuckles, either."

Karen grimaced. Laura reached underneath and tweaked both of her bulging nipples hard with her fingers, bringing a hot, sexual groan from deep in Karen's throat. Then she kissed her way down Karen's naked back and thighs, until she was directly behind her. Karen's whole groin was completely vulnerable, her pussy puckered and pink inside, her asshole a tight little black ring, clenched against a threatened, a promised, invasion.

Laura had to decide how to begin. She knew she could, ultimately, get her hand into Karen's pussy because she had done it last time. But how was she going to get her other hand into Karen's ass? She knew she would have to start there, because it might take a while. She got out the baby oil and was just about to spread her fingers with it, when Karen reminded her.

"The gag . . . Laura, the gag," she panted, looking back over her shoulder. "I can't take it without screaming."

"Oh . . . I forgot."

Quickly, she fit the gag into place and fastened the buckles. Then she greased the forefinger and middle finger of her right hand with baby oil and slipped them into Karen's tight little asshole, fucking it slowly, sensually. Karen began to moan softly, and swirl her bottom back into Laura's hand.

"Oh girl, I think it's not going to be easy to get my hand in this little hole of yours," Laura teased her, kissing her marvelous black moons, nipping them with her teeth, feeling the firm flesh quiver as she released it.

But the opening yielded more easily than she thought, until she was soon fucking Karen's ass with three fingers, then wedging four together, opening it wider and wider. Karen panted and groaned softly, so aroused even by this that Laura was afraid she might come too soon. She slowed down, rotating her wedge of fingers slowly, drilling deeper, hearing the desperate moans and whimpers trapped in Karen's throat by the gag.

My god, it's going to go in! Laura realized, giving two last shoves, until her whole hand disappeared into Karen's asshole, up to the wrist. Karen's body seized up briefly in a rigid paroxysm of pain, but then relaxed somewhat, and a deep groan of unbelievable sexual excitement came from deep in her chest. Laura couldn't exactly form her hand into a fist, but it was still a large clump of bone and muscle inside Karen's tight rectum, and she couldn't get over the sight of it.

Esthetically, it was a marvelous thing, her pale arm and wrist protruding from this magnificent, deeply black ass, Karen's beautiful round ass moons parting to reveal Laura's hand embedded in her backtrack, her festering black-edged pink pussy, slick with juice, puckered just underneath Laura's wrist. For a few seconds, Laura didn't even move. She just contemplated the beauty of it, and the weird, perverse sexual excitement that swept over both of them. Karen was quivering and moaning almost uncontrollably.

Laura was overcome with an urgent desire to fuck Karen quickly, violently, even crazily, to thrust both hands deep into her body and feel her shudder in great spasms of ecstacy, to hear her throttled screams and wild, strangled cries of agony and rapture. Oh god, I've always wanted to fuck you, but I've never want to fuck you like this! she thought.

It was a hot, steamy, dirty, sexy, incredibly perverse and shocking thing they were doing, and both of them were so fiercely excited by it that they were shaking and moaning. Laura had only to put her other hand into Karen's puckered, open, vulnerable pussy to complete the act, and she slipped her fingers into the burbling, inflamed crease as if she were dipping them into a pot of molten gold.

Karen groaned.

Laura's hand sank in deeper, past the knuckles. It was all the way inside. She could make a fist with it, and she did, rotating her fist, feeling her knuckles roll against the spongy, wet inside of Karen's tight cunt. Karen groaned again. Laura knew she was going to come. The sensations had to be excruciatingly intense.

Slowly, she began to fuck Karen in both channels, moving both hands in and out, trying not to hurt her too seriously, but unable to control the excitement that enveloped her as Karen's body responded with sharp tremors and she moaned in half-demented lust. Very quickly, Laura was fucking her hard, plunging both hands into Karen's body, rotating them, shaking her forearms, plunging them in deep again. It took only a few strokes of this for Karen to begin coming in horrific, explosive bursts.

She had been crouching on her knees, with her ass and pussy uptilted back into Laura's invading hands, but the shock of her orgasms flung her down flat on the bed. There she lay squirming, shuddering, whimpering and squealing desperately as Laura continued to fuck her hard, as she had promised. Karen came again and again, her body seizing up, stiffening, then dissolving into sharp convulsions accompanied by fierce, muffled cries of clotted ecstacy coming from deep in her throat, blocked by the ball gag in her mouth.

Laura had fucked her often and knew the signs that signified she had had enough. Karen's body quit responding, and her moans betrayed her exhaustion and complete devastation. Slowly, Laura withdrew her hands from the girl's body, feeling slightly guilty, like a crazed rapist, but also fiercely aroused again herself by the experience. She wiped them on the sheet, then turned Karen over and untied her breasts, uncuffed her wrists, and removed the gag.

Karen was stunned and still dazed, her cheeks still glistening with tears, her face still somehow contorted with pain and the afterglow of an indescribable rapture. Laura had seen something close on her face before, but never this intense.

"Oh god, even you never fucked me that hard, Laura," she whispered hoarsely, her voice gone from all the screaming she had done.

Laura kissed her. "You asked me to."

"I know."

"Wasn't it worth it?"

"It was worth anything," Karen said, solemnly. "After my ass stops throbbing, I want you to do it to me again."

"Again?"

Karen swallowed. "God . . . Laura, you fucked me so hard. I was raped once, and it wasn't that hard."

"You came about five times."

"I came so hard it hurt. Every time you pushed your hand deep into my ass . . . I came. God I came." She shuddered. "It almost makes me come again, just remembering it."

"Well, it sure got me all heated up again," Laura confessed.

Each girl had had five orgasms apiece, and their bodies were sore and raw where they had abused each other. But neither could stop at that.

"Mmmm," Karen grinned, realizing what Laura too realized. "I think we've only begun, darling. I think we've only begun."