Rhonda phoned. "Are you free tomorrow night?"

"I could be, I guess."

"Good. I’m going out of town. I got Earlene to apartment sit for me. To water my plants and feed my cat. She’ll be here tomorrow night. I’ll leave something here and you can drop by to pick it up. A work folder, how’s that?"

"Mmmm, sounds exciting. Do you have a fire extinguisher?"

"Knowing you, you bitch, you’ll just stoke the flames."

Laura was truly excited. It was like a blind date, which ordinarily she would abhor. But, as they had proved with Sholandra and Yvette, Laura’s and Rhonda’s taste in women was exactly the same. Earlene would be very attractive, it was almost guaranteed.

When she dropped by Rhonda’s apartment the following evening, she was pleased to see that she had been absolutely correct. Earlene answered the door, a gorgeous, very dark woman a little shorter than Laura, with a friendly smile and a stunning figure. Her legs were not long, but her waist was tiny and her breasts large. She wore her hair in corn rows with short, neck-length braids in the back. And she had high cheekbones and a v-shaped face, as well as a direct, penetrating gaze from her dark, lively eyes.

"You must be Laura," she said in a warm, throaty voice. "Rhonda said you might be dropping by."

"I guess she left something here for me."

Laura realized they were both sizing each other up. She recalled that Rhonda had said Earlene was no stranger to girl-girl sex, and so she knew Earlene was looking at her the same way she was looking at Earlene. Will she let me fuck her? Gosh, she’s terrific looking. I want to. Does she want to?

They made small talk. Laura tried not to stare at Earlene’s body. She found herself wondering what Rhonda had meant by Earlene being so hot when they had never done it. How does she know? Still, Earlene’s dark eyes did sizzle with possiblities, and just being in the same room with her, making small conversation, made Laura wet. She knew she would want Earlene under any circumstances.

"You look like that model, what’s her name? Stephanie Seymour? The Victoria’s Secret girl? I’ll bet people tell you that all the time," Earlene said.

Actually, no one had mentioned it to Laura for months, and she was somehow flattered to hear it from Earlene. "Stephanie herself doesn’t think so, though," she said. "I met her once at a business function. I thought she would claw my eyes out, if she could."

"Well . . . all those supermodels really have is their looks. I can see you have a lot more," Earlene said directly.

"Really? What."

They were still standing next to Rhonda’s bar, where they had made drinks. Earlene drew an invisible line along Laura’s cheek with one slender, beautiful forefinger. She smiled alluringly.

"I’ll tell you after I know you better."

Laura smiled. She raised her glass. "To knowing each other better."

With their drinks half-gone, they began to warm up. Laura wanted to rape Earlene on the spot. The girl was enchanting, very black, very sexual. She knew her appeal.

"I love your braids."

"Want to touch them?" Earlene asked, suggestively.

"Gosh, yes."

Earlene scooted closer on the sofa, her breasts jiggling under her jersey as she moved closer to Laura. She turned her head halfway, letting Laura run the braids through her fingers.

"They’re so sexy," Laura said.

Earlene turned her head back. Her eyes were smoking. "You think so?"

Laura looked at her sensual mouth. She ran a finger along Earlene’s lower lip. "Not as sexy as this."

"You’ve got sex on the brain."

"It’s hard not to, looking at you," Laura breathed.

"I feel the same about you."
"May I kiss you?"

"You better."

They kissed, but not an urgent, demanding kiss. Instead, they let their mouths intermingle slowly and expressively, enjoying it and each other immensely, feeling no need to rush things.

"I can’t imagine why Rhonda didn’t keep you for herself," Laura murmured against Earlene’s beautiful smooth black cheek.

"I think I scared her a little."

"How."

Earlene smiled mischievously. "I mentioned doing something that shocked her."

"What?"

"Breast bondage."

Earlene looked closely at Laura to gauge the effect of her words. She saw a brief bloom come to Laura’s face, and also recognized Laura’s sexual arousal.

"I can see it doesn’t shock you," Earlene said.

Laura shook her head. "I’ve . . . done it a few times."

Now Earlene’s smile grew broader, more excited. "Really?"

"It’s kind of exciting to hear how others got into it, though. Why don’t you tell me."

"I was working as a model. Not the Victoria’s Secret kind, though. A magazine model, naked pictures. I did this layout with a blonde girl where I wore this kind of leather harness contraption, with silver studs all over it, that encased my boobs and also had a collar with a ring, and a wide belt that went around my stomach. Also a gag. Then she whipped me with this long thin whip. And they took pictures of it all. It was fun, actually."

"God, it sounds so exciting," Laura said under her breath. She was sopping wet just from hearing about it, and watching this beautiful woman telling about it.

"It was. The blonde girl and I actually went back to her place and screwed all afternoon, we were so worked up. And she had never done it with a girl before. Well, then a few months later the same photographer called me. Another blonde girl. But this time they wanted to tie up my boobs with rope. Hers too. First we did mine, and she pinched them and sucked them and pretended to whip them. Then we did hers. I actually came right there, while we were doing it, lights, camera and all. I couldn’t help it. I’d never known that it would excite me so much, but I was just coming before I knew it."

"Did you go back home with her and do it too?"

Earlene grinned broadly. "You bet we did. We almost couldn’t wait until we got there. We fucked our little butts off."

"You know, I don’t think Rhonda has any . . . shall we say ‘things we can use’ around here. She’s pretty tame."

"So I gathered. You would’ve thought I’d suggested a little necrophilia or something."

"I have some ‘things we can use’ at my place. It isn’t too far from here."

Earlene drained her drink. "Last one there has to be the first one to be tied up," she smiled. "Give me directions."

Laura was so excited that she could barely drive home without getting in an accident. She met Earlene at the door of the building and took her upstairs. Earlene was impressed with Laura’s apartment.

She look in the view while Laura made them fresh drinks. She handed one to Earlene.

"I believe I was first to get here," she said softly, her eyes dangerously hot.

"No fair," Earlene smiled. "You knew the way."

"Rules are rules."

Earlene nodded. "Where’s your bedroom?"

Laura led the way. While Earlene watched, she knelt and pulled out several coils of white nylon rope from under the bed. Then she went to the closet and returned with the red ball-gag-harness, and the long, thin whip with the small square leather pad at the end. Earlene’s eyes widened.

"You’ve done this before, haven’t you, Laura," she said softly.

"So have you."

Earlene smiled and turned her back to Laura, holding up her shoulder-length braids with one hand. "Want to help me take this off?"

"I would consider it a definite pleasure."

She unbuttoned each button of Earlene’s blouse, watching the girl’s deep black skin come slowly into view, then pressing her lips to Earlene’s back as more of it appeared, kissing her way down to the bra strap. She did not unclasp the strap until the blouse was entirely unbuttoned.

"I can see why you were a model. You have such beautiful skin," she whispered.

"Thank you," Earlene said, modestly. "Guess those guys who like those bondage magazines thought so, anyway.

"They were right," Laura murmured, rubbing her cheek across Earlene’s naked back.

Now Earlene turned and began to unbutton Laura’s blouse. They each moved very slowly through this ritual, enjoying every micro-second of it, kissing and exploring each other’s body as the clothes fell away. Soon they were both in their underwear. Laura found Earlene breathtaking. She had a full, voluptuous body, large, jutting breasts, a tiny waist, everything that made Laura quiver in deep throes of lust.

They kissed very slowly and passionately. Laura unfastened Earlene’s bra clasp while they kissed, sliding the bra straps off her shoulders, down her arms. Earlene’s naked breasts were full and luscious, well-shaped, her nipples large and shiny. Laura wanted to suck them immediately. But she controlled herself, knowing that they had much more exciting things planned.

She whispered softly into Earlene’s beautiful, shapely black ear. "I’m going to tie you up and fuck you. Are you sure that’s what you want?"

Laura knew how exciting the words were. She had been in a similar situation. Earlene shivered visibly.

"Yes," Earlene said softly, eyes swimming. "I want you to . . . hold nothing back."

"Nothing?"

Earlene nodded. Both of them were panting now.

"Pain . . . makes me come hard," Earlene whispered, biting her lower lip as she saw Laura reach down for the rope.

Oh god, another Karen! Laura thought. And every bit as beautiful, too. She leaned close, caressing Earlene’s smooth cheek with a coil of rope. The thought of Karen made Laura feel the need to be honest.

"I have an agreement . . . with another friend. No blood. We can go as far as we want with each other . . . but no blood. We stop short of that."

Earlene nodded and smiled. She took Laura’s face in both hands and kissed her warmly, slithering her tongue into Laura’s mouth. "Thank you," she murmured. "Thank you for bringing it up . . . making us both know it."

Laura smiled. She drew the coil of rope she had just used to caress Earlene’s cheek down to one of Earlene’s magnificent, jutting breasts and caught the full dark globe in the loop, pulling it tight, all in one motion.

"Ahhh!" Earlene gasped, looking down.

Laura, who was very experienced at this, quickly looped three coils of white rope around each one of Earlene’s beautiful firm breasts, tightening them just enough to make each breast swell deliciously but not enough to stop the blood flow. She also ran a strand of rope up behind Earlene’s neck, then down and looped it again around each breast, to lift and separate them, before knotting it between them.

Earlene watched everything in fascination. Her large black nipples protruded and gleamed. Her entrapped, strangled breasts were amazingly beautiful and desirable. Her eyes pulsed with barely containable sexual arousal.

"You’ve . . . done this before," she swallowed, drily, biting her full lower lip again as she looked down at her throttled breasts.

"Once or twice," Laura smiled. "Now I’m going to tie your wrists to your knees. Ready?"

Earlene nodded.

First Laura propped several pillows behind Earlene’s back so that she wouldn’t rock backward when her hands were tied to her legs. Next, she carefully tied each wrist to its corresponding knee, so that Earlene was totally helpless, her sleek thighs splayed, revealing the long, hot pink, wet seam of her vulnerable pussy. Laura looked at it hungrily, letting Earlene see her lust.

"Girl, you have the most beautiful wet pussy," she murmured. "I want you to know that I’m going to give that pretty pussy a workout."

Earlene smiled. "I guess Rhonda was right to set me up with you."

While Earlene gazed at her body lustfully, Laura removed her underwear slowly. When she was naked, she knelt between Earlene’s splayed thighs and brushed her breasts against Earlene’s. Her soft coral nipples brushed against Earlene’s taut, swollen black plums. Both of them were wildly excited, panting heavily.

"Let me suck your boobs," Earlene said, her eyes fastened on Laura’s swaying, perfect breasts. "They’re so beautiful."

"You’re so beautiful," Laura gasped. "I think if you suck them, I’ll come."

"Let’s try," Earlene grinned.

Laura moved up a little and dangled her breasts in Earlene’s face, brushing Earlene’s lips with her throbbing nipples, watching Earlene chase them with her mouth. Earlene was very clever and fast with her tongue. She had a hard time catching Laura’s nipples, but her tongue lashed out at them, tickling and stabbing them, exciting Laura so much that she intentionally let Earlene capture one with her mouth.

Earlene sucked it sharply, pulling Laura’s entire nipple and part of Laura’s small breast completely into her mouth. Laura gasped, moaning, feeling her pussy flood with juice and throbbing heat. She held her breast in both hands, pushing it into Earlene’s mouth. Earlene sucked it hard.

"Let me suck the other one," she panted. "They’re so beautiful."

"I’m going to come," Laura panted.

"Put your pussy by my hand," Earlene panted. "Over here. Scoot up."

"Yes."

Earlene could barely move, but she could wiggle her hand and fingers. Laura maneuvered her groin into range, and Earlene’s fingers found her wet slit, twiddling her pussy and pinching her clit. At the same time, Earlene sucked Laura’s nipple very hard, and even bit lightly into it.

"Unhh . . . unhhh!" Laura panted, delirious, realizing that she was going to come without further warning. "Oh god . . . honey!"

A sharp, shattering orgasm gripped her. The bed shook as her body quaked from the shocks that wrenched her. She fell sideways, half onto Earlene, moaning and shuddering as the waves of coming slowly waned.

"Now make me come . . . Laura," Earlene panted softly.

Still stunned by her sudden climax, Laura sat up. "I will."

Earlene stared at her, eyes hot, throbbing. "Fuck me. Put the gag in my mouth." She looked down at her entrapped breasts, swollen, gleaming, her black nipples round and protruding. "Pinch and squeeze them, bite them, treat them rough. Make me come."

Laura kissed her passionately before fastening the gag in place. They were both getting out of control. Earlene need to climax quickly, too, so they could regain some control over the situation.

Now she kissed Earlene’s cheeks on either side of the red ball in her mouth. "Now I’m going to fuck you," she whispered. "Now I’m going to bite your beautiful nipples."

Earlene groaned softly, her voice muffled by the ball in her mouth, and nodded. She watched as Laura began lovingly, cleverly, to torment her strangled breasts. Laura had done this with Karen dozens of times and knew well how to wind up Earlene to the very tightest pitch before triggering the inevitable explosion.

She began by licking each gleaming black bulbous nipple, curling her tongue around the protruding center, tickling it, then caressing the bulging areola with her teeth, pulling it, teasing Earlene with a hint of what was coming. Earlene reacted to this by squirming wildy and whimpering, frantically excited by Laura’s every move.

Now Laura began to use her fingers too, pinching Earlene’s big, bulging nipples and squeezing the hard, throttled balls of her breasts. Then she began to suck and pinch them at the same time, pinching one and sucking the other, then switching, then pinching and sucking the same nipple at the same time, driving Earlene delirious with uncontrollable keening and whimpering need.

She moaned and twisted desperately as Laura jacked up the tension. Laura knew now that Earlene was right. This alone would make her come. And she was like Karen. The more pain she felt in her bound breasts, the quicker she would come.

Laura wanted to swallow the bursting, delectable, hard gourds of Earlene’s entrapped breasts, and she began to give the girl what she wanted. She squeezed them both mercilessly, and then sank her teeth into the pulpy bulb of Earlene’s nipple, feeling her body stiffen as the pain shot through her. A tight, muffled squeal came from Earlene’s throat, and Laura repeated the same attack on Earlene’s other breast, biting her hard, pinching the first nipple, twisting it savagely.

Earlene whinnied, tossing her head, churning her hips, and came immediately. Her bound, gleaming body flexed and clenched as the thrilling spasms wrenched her. Having her bound breasts brutalized brought on her orgasm, but Laura was not content to leave it at that. She quickly slid down and pressed her mouth to the wet, warm cauldron of Earlene’s flooding pussy.

It was so wet that juice had smeared Earlene’s sleek black thighs, which were shiny and slick. Laura slid her tongue deep between Earlene’s cuntlips, stabbing it in and sliding it back out across Earlene’s clit, massaging it so rapidly that she brought Earlene to another quick orgasm. A long, strangled groan of fierce ecstacy fought to escape Earlene’s throat as she undulated and came in a series of intense convulsions. More juice flooded her pussy and Laura’s lips, and Laura slurped and swallowed it, devouring the glistening wet furrow of Earlene’s inflamed pussy hungrily.

Mmmm, she’s a real juicy comer, Laura thought, wiping cunt juice off her chin with the edge of the sheet as the whimpering Earlene went slack with exhaustion.

"Here, baby, let me get that out of your mouth so you can breathe," Laura murmured, quickly unfastening the gag.

Earlene gasped for breath, sucking in deep gulps. "Oh god . . . oh god, I don’t think I ever came that hard," she panted, her breath finally slowing.

Laura kissed her cheek, her ear, then her mouth, a quick kiss so that Earlene could keep breathing. "You better not tell me that, or I’ll be trying to make you come even harder," she murmured lovingly.

Earlene blinked. "You already did a pretty good job of it," she said hoarsely.

"I didn’t hurt your beautiful boobs, did I?" Laura asked, caressing them tenderly.

They both looked down at them. "You know, I came so fast that you barely even touched them."

"Mmmm," Laura smiled devilishly. "You mean you want more?"

Earlene’s dark eyes went briefly ga-ga. She nodded, as if not trusting herself to speak. Laura could see that she was beginning to realize that this would be a more intense sexual experience than she had anticipated.

"You can tell me, if you want more," Laura breathed in a half-sinister way. "You can even beg me."

"I want . . . more," Earlene said softly, her eyes shiny with fear.

Their eyes seemed to drift at the same instant to the long, thin whip, which Laura had dropped to the floor while she was tying up Earlene’s breasts.

"You want it?"

Earlene bit her full lower lip. "I’ve never been . . . whipped . . . there." She looked down at her magnificent roped breasts and her bulging shiny black nipples.

Laura could remember whipping Karen’s, or having Karen whip hers. To her mind, it was more painful than being bitten, but if your pussy was being treated at the same time, you could come in a shocking, fierce way.

"Honey," she smiled, "I told you I would make you come even harder."

"Oh god," Earlene gasped softly.

Laura teasingly brushed each of Earlene’s big, swollen nipples with the flat leather tip of the whip.

"You better put the gag back in my mouth," Earlene panted, wildly excited all over again. "I’ll scream, I know it."

"Oh, I will, but first I want to hear you moan. I’ll put it in before I touch you with this."

She tapped each big, bulging nipple lightly with the whip, just to see the fear shoot across Earlene’s lovely face.

"Oh!" Earlene gasped.

"You have a very lovely body," Laura purred, laying the whip aside but within reaching distance. "I want to kiss it everywhere, and tease you, and make you beg me over and over again."

"Yes," Earlene whimpered.

"I want to brush my boobs against yours again, like this. I want to feel your nipples touching mine."

"God . . . yes!" Earlene nodded, gnawing her lower lip again.

"I want to kiss them . . . and tongue them like this . . . and suck them, suck them gently . . . like this . . . and then harder . . . like this."

"Unhhh . . . oh! Unhhhh!"

For several minutes Laura teased and caressed Earlene’s wonderful entrapped breasts, using all the skill she had developed on others to arouse Earlene to another fever pitch. Easily gauging Earlene’s special sensitivities, she knew just how far to go in tonguing and lightly pinching the girl’s large bursting black nipples. She brought Earlene close to the peak several times, to the point where Earlene began churning her hips, begging Laura to bite her nipples, begging to come.

Finally, Earlene’s desperation reached the breaking point. Twisting and panting frantically, she glowered at Laura, her eyes fierce with hot urgency.

"Come on, you evil white bitch, fuck me! Bite me . . . oh Laura please . . . bite my nipples . . . make me come, you bitch! Please . . . oh, you bitch!"

"I am going to make you come, darling," Laura smiled. "Just not yet. Now I’m going to make love to your beautiful black pussy."

"Fuck my pussy, bitch! Bite my titties. Oh god, Laura, I can come! Do it to me, please!"

"I am going to fuck your pussy," Laura purred.

Again she slipped down between Earlene’s splayed thighs. Earlene’s pussy was as wet as ever, dripping, the cuntjuice glistening in droplets on her pubic hairs. Laura realized she would have to be careful here as well. Earlene was ready to come again at the slightest opportunity. She wanted to have her nipples bitten, she wanted to come that way, but too much attention to her lovely black pussy would trigger her too soon, and she would come anyway.

In one sense it didn’t matter, since Laura intended to fuck her all evening, and there would plenty of chance for more orgasms. But this one was already building toward a masterpiece, and Laura didn’t want to let it get away. There was also the issue of overstimulation. She knew from her own bouts with Karen that you could get so raw and sore from repeated biting and whipping and brutal fucking that pretty soon it was hard to come at all, and if you did the orgasms were nearly as painful as the rough treatment that produced them.

She began to toy with Earlene’s inflamed pussy, but very carefully, licking the edges, the glistening black lips, then dipping her tongue gingerly into the hot-pink interior, bringing soft little yelps of excitement from Earlene. Only rarely did she let her tongue stray near Earlene’s clit, and each time Earlene began to moan and clench her body as if in anticipation of a fierce climax.

Laura quickly pulled back each time, and Earlene didn’t come. But once Laura could not resist touching the girl’s clit with the tip of her tongue, and Earlene groaned and nearly came. Laura quickly slid her mouth sideways and bit into the dark sleek flesh of Earlene’s thigh to produce a more intense sensation that would draw her attention away from her nearly-exploding clit.

"Anngghh!" Earlene cried out, her eyes watering.

"Sorry," Laura apologized. "Didn’t want you to come yet."

"You bitch," Earlene half-giggled, torn between frantic need and fascination with what Laura was doing to her body. "I’m going to come any second. Oh god!"

Laura began carefully licking her pussy again. In only seconds Earlene again began writhing and moaning frantically, cursing Laura and begging to be allowed to come. Laura introduced two fingers into the girl’s buttery slit and began to fuck her slowly with them. Earlene moved her hips in rhythm, moaning and fucking back into Laura’s hand.

Only now did Laura realize that she could fist fuck Earlene while whipping her nipples, and Earlene would simply meltdown. And she knew it was very close. Earlene was almost coming already.

"Sorry, darling, but we have to put the gag back in," she told the whimpering, panting girl.

Earlene nodded rapidly. "Hurry . . . please hurry! Oh Laura!"

She held her mouth open obediently while Laura placed the red ball back into it and fastened the harness. "And now, my pet, you are going to get your wish," Laura said. "I am going to fuck your pretty pussy and whip your beautiful nipples, and you, my dear, are going die of coming. If you think you came hard the first time, you’d better hold your breath."

Earlene’s eyes widened, both with terror and anticipation. Laura realized that she had in a sense out-perverted the pervert. When Earlene had mentioned breast bondage, she clearly had had no idea it would go this far. I wonder if I should give her the chance to back out, Laura thought. She leaned close, brushing her cheek against Earlene’s, and rubbing her naked breasts against Earlene’s again.

"Do you really want me to do this?" she whispered. "I can stop. All you have to do is tell me to stop. But if you really want me to, I’ll fuck you hard."

Earlene, eyes throbbing with hot, dangerous sex, looked Laura straight in the eyes. She nodded, then looke down at her breasts. She moved her hips in a sensual, obscene fashion that left no doubt she wanted to be fucked: hard, fast, and roughly.

Laura smiled. "I wouldn’t turn back either," she whispered.

She reached for the whip now and saw Earlene’s eyes narrow and again shine from a renewed influx of fear. I wonder if she’s ever been fist-fucked, Laura wondered. If not, she has a big shock in store, as well as a big orgasm. Whipped on the boobs and fist-fucked, both for the first time. God, it even makes me hot. I wonder if I want her to do it back to me.

Even though Earlene had already come twice, Laura knew that it wouldn’t take much to make her explode again. She was quivering and moaning and twisting urgently, dying to be fucked. Laura teased her swollen black nipples with the tip of the whip, then began to tap each one lightly. Finally, she raised the whip and snapped each nipple hard, first one, then the other.

Earlene recoiled and howled into the gag, as if an electrical current had just passed through her trussed body. But Laura had felt exactly the same pain herself and knew that it did more than hurt. It sent shockwaves of perverted pleasure coursing through Earlene’s oozing pussy, made her little clit jangle excitedly, made her strangled breasts throb and pulse.

Quickly, she slid two, then three, then four fingers into the warm, wet trench of Earlene’s cunt, working them into a wedge, then pushing it harder. As she had learned with Karen, her hand was small, even when balled into a fist, and she wasn’t surprised when she pressed her thumb against her other fingers and slipped the whole thing between the buttery folds of Earlene’s yielding pussy.

Earlene, however, realized immediately what had happened. Her body stiffened, her eyes widened in horror, and she looked down at Laura’s wrist, realizing that Laura’s entire hand was inside her pussy. Laura thought the girl was going to faint. If she was writhing in the throes of a hot sexual frenzy before this, she suddenly plunged into a deeper one, groaning and churning her hips, grunting in a sort of demented seizure of lust.

Laura realized that she would come almost any second. Quickly she began beating Earlene’s bursting, shiny nipples with the whip, thrashing them sharply, knowing that a fiercely intense orgasm was only a split second away. And it took only three sharp blows of the whip to each breast, and a few plunges of her fist into Earlene’s pussy, for Earlene to erupt in a series of horrific, wrenching spasms as she came.

Earlene came so hard that she briefly passed out, as Laura had feared she would. With her left hand still embedded deep in the girl’s tight pussy, Laura dropped the whip and quickly unfastened the gag so Earlene could breathe. Her breath came in ragged gasps, puncutated by intense moans of ecstacy as the shattering rapture of her climax still wracked her trussed, straining body.

"Oh god . . . ohnnnn god Laura . . . ohnngggg! Ungghhh! Oh god!" she gasped, groaning as Laura kept fucking her with her hand, bringing on a second orgasm.

This one Laura made even more intense by lowering her mouth to the beautiful black nipples she had savagely whipped only seconds earlier and sucking them one after another, then biting them in a brutal way, making Earlene cry out in shocking moans of pleasure mixed with pain as her second orgasm convulsed her body.

The whole thing lasted for several minutes, with Laura raping and whipping Earlene, and Earlene coming twice in shocking, killing explosions of ecstacy that left her limp and destroyed. Finally, Laura began to untie the knots, and removing the rope from Earlene’s beautiful body, kissing the marks left on her skin, caressing her as Earlene moaned from the afterglow and the pain.

"Nobody ever fucked me like that," Earlene said in a hushed, astonished voice.

"You mean with her fist?"

Earlene shook her head in disbelief. "I mean any of it."

Laura continued to kiss and caress her body, the sore places, the crinkled skin caused by the rope.

"How can you hurt me so bad and then kiss me so sweet?" Earlene asked softly.

Oh god, Laura thought, I’m falling in love again! "You came so hard," she murmured, kissing the rope-burned skin underneath one of Earlene’s full, delicious breasts. "I was afraid I hurt you."

"I asked you to hurt me," Earlene smiled. "You did it good. In fact, nobody ever did it better." She touched one swollen, soft nipple with the tip of her forefinger. "That whip really bites."

Laura nodded. "The first time I felt it, I wanted to die."

Earlene took Laura’s face in both hands and drew it up to hers, kissing Laura warmly. "I feel guilty. I been having all the fun. You only came once, and I . . . god, I really fainted that last time. I never did that before."

Her eyes were full of love too, as Laura knew her own were. They were falling in love. Laura loved every beautiful girl she slept with, but she hadn’t really felt this kind of tenderness since Shavon, for whom she still felt it. How can you be in love with so many different girls? she wondered.

"Do you . . . want to do it to me?" she asked.

Earlene simply shook her head. "Not unless you want me to. I don’t really get off on doing it, just having it done to me."

"Really?"

Earlene nodded. "Do want to make love to you, though. If you don’t mind."

Laura kissed her passionately. "I don’t mind." She stuck her tongue into Earlene’s ear and breathed hot breath into it. "I don’t mind if you bite me either, if you feel like it."

"Mmmm, another masochist," Earlene purred as she gently pushed Laura onto her back and began to kiss and caress her body.

Unlike most of Laura’s first-time lovers, Earlene was a confirmed lesbian with plenty of experience, and she was very skillful and attentive to Laura’s needs. She also, by now, was well aware of Laura’s fascination with her own body and used it to arouse Laura even more, dangling her beautiful full breasts in Laura’s face, sweeping them across Laura’s own naked breasts, letting Laura suck her nipples, then sucking Laura’s in a slow, sensual way that soon had Laura squirming and moaning uncontrollably.

At first she did not bite Laura’s, even though Laura had given her permission. Instead, she squeezed Laura’s breasts and teased her nipples lovingly, sucking and tonguing them, nipping them lightly with her teeth. Meanwhile, her hand found Laura’s flowing pussy and prepared it for her mouth, stroking Laura’s wet cuntlips and tickling her clit. Then she slid further down Laura’s body, finally pressing her lips into Laura’s pussy and slipping her tongue inside.

"Ohhh! Oh god!" Laura gasped, suddenly thinking, as she often did now, of Kendra, and Jane, upstairs, listening to her moaning, waiting for her to come, wondering who was fucking her now.

Earlene wasn’t going to toy around with her. She went for the money almost immediately, devouring Laura’s swollen, excited pussy hungrily, while Laura tried to keep her wits long enough to find a pillow to moan into. She turned her head desperately from side to side, but Earlene was too passionate for her. Earlene, like Laura, was very experienced, and she had Laura at the breaking point in thirty seconds.

"Ungghhh! Oh . . . oh shit . . . ohhnnn!" Laura gasped, writhing and panting uncontrollably, knowing she would come in only seconds. "Oh yes honey yes! Oh!"

In a very emotional and touching gesture, Earlene reached up and grabbed both of Laura’s hands in her own, holding them firmly, lovingly, while she very adroitly brought Laura to a shocking, overpowering orgasm. There was no way Laura could hold back her cries. She came extravagantly, shuddering and pumping with her hips, cawing and groaning as one after another fierce spasm shook her quivering body.

And again Earlene’s experience came to the fore. Like Laura, and unlike someone who had only done it with men, she knew that one orgasm was only a prelude to the next. While Laura’s orgasm was only beginning to wane, Earlene slid up to kiss her breasts again, replacing her mouth on Laura’s pussy with her hand. She sucked Laura’s nipples and rubbed her pussy until Laura was quickly at another explosive point.

"You’re going to come again, honey," she purred. "Want you to come again . . . now now now now."

Each time she said now, she rubbed Laura’s throbbing clit with her forefinger, and Laura went crazy. "Hard . . . do it hard!" she panted, pushing her cunt up into Earlene’s hand.

"Yes!"

"Harder! Please . . . harder! Ungghhh! Oh!"

Earlene bit into one of Laura’s nipples, rubbing Laura’s clit very hard at the same time. Laura came again, a shocking, agonizing climax that wrenched her body sharply in successive waves of excruciating rapture. She had not come so hard in months, and it left her gasping and shattered.

"I’m beginning to think we were made for one another," she said hoarsely, smiling up at Earlene.

Earlene beamed. "I was just thinking the same thing. Are most of your girlfriends black?"

Laura furrowed her brow. "Why do you ask?"

"They are, aren’t they. All of them. All of mine are white. Just thinking out loud, that’s all. We get along pretty well together. I never had it this easy, I guess, with anybody. Maybe a couple, but you and I are pretty relaxed and we seem to fit together well."

"Scary, isn’t it," Laura said.

"I love it. I think we could really be good for each other."

Laura smiled. "If only there weren’t so many others to get in the way."

"I’m not the jealous type, if that’s what you mean," Earlene said, frankly. "I’ve got some girlfriends too. But you and I---"

"I know. We sort of hit it off, don’t we."

Earlene beamed again. "Glad you feel the same way."

"I feel like this," Laura said, pulling her down again on the bed and kissing her aggressively. "I want to fuck you until the sun comes up."

"Mmmm, now that we know how good we are together, I think I’m about ready for another try at the breast bondage stuff. You really do it good, you know. I loved the way you sort of built me up, until I couldn’t stand it any more. Then I came like dying."

"How do these feel?" Laura asked, gently caressing Earlene’s nipples with her fingers.

"Feel fine now," Earlene smiled brightly. "No more pain."

"Sore?"

Earlene shook her head. Her eyes flashed with danger. "Want you to make them sore. Something to take with me."

"You, my darling, are sick."

"I know, isn’t it wonderful?"

Laura took the rope and began tying up Earlene’s beautiful breasts again, though this time she knew she would not use the whip. The thought of that flat leather pad cutting into her own nipples, which she had felt a few times in the past, made her shudder. She can’t want that again, she thought.

But Earlene did want to be fist-fucked again, while Laura was biting her nipples. She made it clear to Laura, just as Laura knotted the rope between her bulging breasts.

"Fuck me with your hand again," she whispered, already panting so hard she could barely speak.

Laura smiled in a half-sinister way. "Only if you do it back to me."

"Promise," Earlene panted.

What followed was one of the most exciting sexual events Laura could remember, even though she had been through a few. In the space of only fifteen minutes or so, Earlene came three more times, horrific, agonizing climaxes that left her destroyed and weeping as Laura hastily untied her. Then she fist-fucked Laura, as promised, until Laura also had three more orgasms.

They slept and awoke, rested and hungry for more, in the middle of the night. By morning, they had worn each other out. It reminded Laura of some of her marathon nights of fucking with Karen, or Brandi, or Jonelle, something she had not gone through for over a year or more.

She and Earlene each had more than twenty climaxes, mostly because they were both skilled and insatiable lovers, and each knew how to bring the other to yet another killing spasm, even where no possbility of another orgasm seemed to exist. It was another ‘too good to be true’ situation, and both knew it when dawn came and they began to withdraw from the experience.

"We’d kill each other if we did this very often," Earlene said softly as she dressed.

"I know. I haven’t done it this hot and heavy with anybody for a year or so."

"I don’t know if I’ll be able to live without it, now that I know how it is with you," Earlene said frankly.

Laura smiled ruefully. "I could have said it myself. Make a night for me next week?"

"Thought you’d never ask," Earlene flirted.

"Get out of here, darling, before I tie you up again."

"Ooohh, you one mean white bitch. I do like that."

Laura embraced her. "I’m not mean. I care very much for you." She kissed her soulfully. "I---"

"Don’t say it," Earlene put a finger to Laura’s lips. "Don’t say it."

"I won’t," Laura pouted.

"When my boobs stop hurting, I’ll be back for more."

They gazed obsessively at each other as Earlene walked down the hall to the elevator. Oh god, Laura thought again, another Karen!