Karen showed up on Saturday afternoon, just as she had said she would. Laura had forgotten and was completely flummoxed. She had been lounging around all morning, recovering from an intense week of fucking with the masochist Earlene, the wildcat Jane, and the spitfire Sholandra. Her body needed rest.

And yet Karen’s voice on the intercom had the usual effect. The blood began to race in her throat, and she could feel her pussy growing instantly moist. Just her voice makes me want to fuck with her, she realized.

She buzzed her in and opened the door for her. Karen was wearing shorts and a loose-fitting tee shirt. It was loose, but no tee shirt, however loose, would conceal the large, firm, jutting globes of her breasts, and her huge, swelling nipples. Laura couldn’t take her eyes off them.

"You’re staring, girl," Karen cracked, stepping past her into Laura’s apartment.

Laura closed the door and turned around. "I can never understand how you don’t get raped over and over again, dressing like that," she said.

Karen smirked sexily. "I do, sometimes," she said. "Got raped just a few days ago. Dude had a big one too. He raped me three times. Then he came back the next night and raped me three more."

"I’m not talking about that kind," Laura blushed, aroused by hearing about Karen’s sex life, which, except for their trysts, was a complete mystery to her.

"Anyway, I only dressed this way because I knew it would light your fire," Karen said, looking at Laura hotly. "I came over here to take my revenge for you using that clamp on your most recent black bimbo."

"She is not a bimbo," Laura pouted.

Karen came closer, so close that her breasts pushed against Laura’s. Her breath was warm on Laura’s face. Her face was curiously soft and questioning.

"I have . . . a deep feeling for you, Laura," she whispered. "We were each other’s first, remember? First girl?"

Laura nodded. "How could I forget."

"I’ve let you do things to me I would never let anyone else do."

"Me too."

"You’re a liar."

Laura shook her head. "Not really. My friend likes having it done to her, but she doesn’t like to do it back.."

She was a liar, of course. She conveniently skipped over her last time with Earlene, when Earlene had tortured her breasts and fist fucked her into a screaming, delirious orgasm. But Karen didn't need to know about that.

Karen smiled, bemused. "I’m going to make you cry," she said softly, threateningly. "I’m going to make you cry and come at the same time."

But, as excited as Karen’s words always made her, Laura was reluctant. She had already had a rough encounter with Earlene, earlier in the week. Her body was not sore, her nipples had recovered from the alligator clips, but she was weary of pain. Not now, she thought. I can’t take any more right now.

She looked deep into Karen’s eyes. "Couldn’t we just . . . make love? For once? No pain? No whipping, biting, pinching?"

Karen softened. "I guess we could try. We did . . . once. In the beginning. We did it good too, as I remember."

"We did it beautifully," Laura said.

"And we always do it at the end. Every time."

"But why can’t we do it at the beginning?"

They kissed slowly, sensually, the most romantic kiss they had shared since their first night together over two years ago. While kissing, they slowly removed each other’s clothes. Laura pulled Karen down the short hallway to her bedroom.

Karen giggled softly. "Are you seducing me?"

"Yes."

"Are you going to fuck me? Is this the way you seduce your bimbos?"

"You’re so mean," Laura complained, embracing her, pushing their now-naked breasts together.

"I’m getting all wet for you. Nobody gets me as wet as you do, Laura."

Laura pulled her down on the bed. She kissed her again, loving her heatedly. Her first. She could see Karen felt the same.

"I want to sixty-nine with you," Karen whispered. "But I also want to look in your eyes when you come."

"Me too, into yours."

"Let’s sixty-nine but stop before we come."

"It’ll be hard."

"I know. But we’ll stop each other."

"Okay."

By this time, they were both experts with each other’s body. They knew the location of each tender nerve and how to summon the minutest response. Each one knew how to bring the other right to the edge of a fierce climax and then pull back before she came. They were not only masters of real physical torment but also of the sweet, soft, sexual torture that awakened unbearable lust only to withhold release until the love object and victim was a desperate slave of her need.

And for the next twenty minutes they practiced this skill on each other. In the middle of it, feeling her body respond wildly to Karen’s clever caresses, Laura had a flash of understanding. Maybe they opted for the actual tortures they usually indulged in because they were more straightforward than this. It hurt to be tied up and whipped or fisted, but at least it was forthright and over quickly, whereas this torture was drawn out to the point where both were nearly insane with fuck-craving after fifteen minutes of sustained stimulation.

Karen was not a petite, slender creature like Charise or Jane, or a long, lean one like Yvette or Randi. She was a full-bodied woman with large breasts and hips, full thighs, substantial asscheeks, and her pussy was a thick, fleshy fuck hole, deep and wet and warm, her glossy cuntlips forming a swollen, oval portal of pleasure. Laura knew just how to lick and probe it with her tongue to make Karen whinny softly, helplessly, and her body tense up in anticipation of deep orgasmic shock.

They tormented each other ingeniously until neither could take any more. Karen’s body was trembling, her hips churning spastically, her fingers clawing at Laura’s thighs. She whimpered and panted uncontrollably. Laura, who was on top, writhed and pumped her pussy into Karen’s mouth, continually on the very edge of a killing orgasm.

"Oh god . . . honey, I’m going to come!" Karen gasped. "I can’t take any more!"

"Oh, me too!" Laura agreed.

Quickly, they disengaged, and Laura turned around. Both were wildly, insatiably aroused. They always had this effect on one another, but this time seemed incredibly intense. They kissed passionately, intermingling their tongues and cunt juices, each girl dropping her hand to the other’s inflamed pussy, stroking it expertly.

"Unhh! Oh god!" Laura gasped.

"Yes! Faster!" Karen panted frantically.

They looked deep into each other’s eyes, as they had wanted to do, just as a massive storm of an orgasm overtook them both. For several seconds, they held each other, moaning, shuddering as new shockwaves passed through their bodies, their eyes locked in an intimate communion only slightly less intense than the closeness they had felt when they first fist fucked each other. It was a very sweet, intense moment.

And yet, as the thrilling physical pleasure died away, Laura realized, and wondered it Karen did too, that this wonderful intimacy only got them halfway there. Both still had the feeling there was more to be had, more orgasms, of course, and more serious intensity. Shattering . . . grueling . . . excruciating, Laura thought, feeling momentarily ashamed that she could not fuck with Karen without having these thoughts come up.

Karen’s tongue was in her ear, arousing her again after just a few seconds. "I want more," Karen breathed. "I want more. I can’t stand it. I want you to bite my nipples. Do it now. I can come again. Right now. I’m so horny. Please, Laura, do it. Pinch them, bite them. Put that nasty clamp on my boobs."

"You’re so bad," Laura smiled, kissing her. "Can’t we do anything normal?"

"We just did something normal. Now I want to do something perverted."

With a half smile, Laura reached under the bed and pulled out the nasty clamp. It had been there since the night with Earlene. They both looked at it, hypnotized, running their fingers along the hard rubber bars, both recalling the pain of their breasts crushed between these bars, and the horrific, killing orgasms they had experienced while entrapped in it.

"You realize I have to tie your hands," Laura said softly. "You won’t be able to bear it. You’ll try to stop me."

"I think I should stop you now," Karen said soberly.

"You can’t."

"I know. You should feel my pussy. It’s throbbing like a motorcycle engine."

"Darling, I intend to feel your pussy," Laura purred. "And feel it and feel it."

Laura knew it was true. Hers was throbbing equally. They had both just come like an ammunition dump going up, and yet they were dying for more. They had a nymphomaniacal effect on each other. Or maybe we are just nymphos, Laura thought.

It only took a few minutes for Laura to tie Karen’s hands behind her. She got out the gag and set it beside them on the bed, knowing how they both liked to wait until the last second. She also got the alligator nipple clips out of her bedstand drawer.

"You’re not going to use those too, are you?" Karen asked, alarmed.

"Only if you’re naughty," Laura said, eyes flashing.

"You really are a mean white bitch. You like to hurt me."

Laura smiled. "It makes me come almost as hard as it makes you come."

Karen’s breath came faster. She bit her full lower lip. Laura took the clamp and loosened the wingnuts. Karen’s breasts were indeed a little larger than Earlene’s, and Karen smiled as she realized it too.

"Mine are bigger than hers," she said softly, glowering at Laura.

"Looks that way, doesn’t it."

"My nipples are bigger too, I’ll bet."

"Darling, yours are bigger than anyone’s."

If she had not been so dark, Karen would have gone pale as the two hard rubber bars began to bite into the full, firm globes of her naked breasts. She gulped, a sharp intake of air whistling through her gleaming white teeth. Her large black nipples were magnificent as they swelled and bulged, the centers stiff and rising almost an inch above the puffy areolas.

"I want you to do everything to me that you did to her," she panted hoarsely. "Everything."

"I don’t know if you do," Laura cautioned. "She wanted me to whip her pussy."

Karen grimaced. "That too."

"You know how that hurts."

Karen’s eyes were glazed over in a throbbing heat of sex. "I’m so close . . . I’ll come after two hits."

Laura believed it was true. Karen was shaking. She watched as Laura tightened the nuts and the bars squeezed her breasts further.

"Oh god . . . I forgot how this baby hurts," she gasped.

"Do you want me to stop here?"

Karen slowly shook her head, her eyes watering. "Put the gag on me, and then do it fast. Don’t drag it out. I’m almost coming already."

Laura gave her a sinister smile. She knew Karen didn’t expect her to obey. But she did put in the gag and fasten the strap shut. Then, before continuing with the torture, she dropped her mouth to Karen’s delicious, half-squashed breasts and carefully licked each bulging, gleaming black nipple.

Karen whinnied softly, desperately, watching Laura’s tongue. Next Laura teased each hugely swollen nipple with her teeth, nipping them, tooth-caressing them, until Karen was quivering helplessly, moaning piteously.

Finally, Laura went to the closet for the whip, the same one she had used on Earlene, who had been in this same condition. Earlene had come in only a few seconds, and Laura knew Karen would too. Karen’s black pubic hair was glistening with beads of pussy juice. Her beautiful cunt was open and festering and deep pink, awaiting some sharp assault that would make it explode in sunbursts of bliss.

And here it comes, Laura thought, waving the leather tip on the end of the whip in front of Karen’s eyes. Karen’s nipples, still wet with Laura’s saliva, were the first to get the kiss of the whip. Foregoing the alligator clips, Laura instead snapped each beautiful, bursting nipple with the flat leather tip of the whip, once, twice. Karen’s body flinched. Tears again poured down her cheeks.

There was no point in torturing her any more. She was nearly coming already, Laura agreed. She dropped the whip to the girl’s delicious crotch, the first pussy she had ever licked, sucked, fucked, devoured. Your pussy will always be very special to me, girl, she let her eyes say as she raised the whip and landed the first blow.

The tip of the whip hit directly in the juicy center of Karen’s exposed cunt. Her thighs clenched, her belly tightened, and a fierce guttural groan in her throat was throttled by the ball in her mouth. Laura raised the whip again, and this time landed the tip of it directly on Karen’s vulnerable, purplish, swollen clitoris. This blow nearly made her rise up off the bed. Her body stiffened. Her hips churned in mid-air.

Laura smacked her again, directly in the clit, and Karen began to come extravagantly. She twisted and writhed, groaning sharply and moving her quivering hips as if to avoid further blows from the whip even as she came. But Laura was not interested in inflicting any more pain on her anyway. She dropped the whip and sank to her knees on the side of the bed, her head between Karen’s thighs.

And she began sucking and devouring the girl’s spasming pussy passionately. At the same time, she slid her hands up to Karen’s crushed breasts and pinched both of Karen’s protruding nipples hard as she sucked. She knew this would bring Karen to another quick orgasm, which it did, a fresh, killing explosion right on the heels of the first.

The two climaxes took a lot out of Karen, and she slumped back, her labored breathing so pronounced that Laura quickly unfastened the gag and removed the ball from her mouth. While Karen gulped air, Laura also unscrewed the wing nuts, finally freeing Karen’s tortured breasts from the fiendish clamp. As usual, she kissed and caressed the marks left on the beautiful dark globes by the device, and this aroused her and Karen all over again.

"If you don’t stop that, I’m going to come again," Karen joked softly, panting. "And then I’ll be way ahead of you."

"You already are way ahead," Laura said.

Karen rolled Laura over onto her back, kissing her, sweeping her dangling breasts across Laura’s body, across Laura’s breasts. Both watched, fascinated, as their erect nipples kissed and brushed together. It was one of the erotic games they loved. Now Karen brought her dangling breasts up to Laura’s lips.

"You owe each one a kiss, after whipping them that way, when you didn’t tell me you were going to do it," Karen murmured.

Laura held both of Karen’s large breasts in her hands and sucked the girl’s beautiful black nipples slowly, skillfully. Sucking Karen’s nipples aroused Laura as much as it aroused Karen, and she desperately needed to be fucked by the girl now.

"Fuck me, honey," she begged softly, eyes throbbing, pinching Karen’s wet, erect nipples.

"Not until I suck yours too," Karen whispered.

Laura moaned as Karen sucked her nipples, first gently, then harder, squeezing her breasts at the same time harder and harder, bringing Laura to an hysterical pitch of need.

"Oh god, please! Oh god, please!" she panted, her fingers fluttering over Karen’s hair and naked brown shoulders, her back arching as she pushed her throbbing breasts up into Karen’s voracious mouth. "Fuck me, Karen, please! Eat me, please!"

Finally, Karen consented, giving in to Laura’s need, and slipped down further, pressing her mouth to Laura’s flowing pussy. She was probably the most ingeniously skillful of all Laura’s lovers, and she took Laura through a rollercoaster ride of passion, first accelerating, then slowing down, then speeding up again. Her tongue knew every crevice of Laura’s aching pussy, and she saved Laura’s throbbing clitoris for the end, finally reaching it and bringing Laura to a shattering orgasm in less than five seconds.

"Anngghhh! Oh! Oh! Auungghhhhh!" Laura cried out, her back arching, her hips jerking spastically as the jolts wrenched her body.

It was a long and richly satisfying climax. When it was over, they lay giggling softly and kissing. They never stopped at one or two orgasms, and so they knew there was much more to come and didn’t want to rush it.

"Does your clitty hurt?" Laura murmured, stroking Karen’s lovely full body.

Karen shook her head. "You only hit me three times. I guess it stings a little, but nothing your tongue can’t take away."

"How about your nipples?"

"I want you to bite them. Nobody bites them but you."

"Don’t your various boyfriends suck them? They’re so big."

Karen nodded. "But men are funny. They like to fuck you hard, but they don’t want to hurt your nipples. They pinch a little, or twist them. But they don’t bite. And I don’t ask them to."

By now Laura was playing with Karen’s gorgeous breasts as they talked, squeezing and caressing them, scissoring the girl’s huge black nipples with her fingers. They were both aroused again, and for the next hour they fucked almost continuously, both coming several times. Laura did bite Karen’s nipples, as she had requested, and Karen came unbelievably in response, screaming into a pillow Laura had forced against her face, fearing the reaction of Jane and Kendra, who had not yet moved.

By the end of it, both were wiped out.

"Girl, no man wears me out like you do," Karen sighed as she pulled on her clothes.

Laura kissed her. "I’m glad. And see, we can do just normal fucking, like we did today. Except for that one moment, with the clamp, and the whip."

Karen grinned wickedly. "I loved it. But maybe you’d better keep the clamp over here, okay. You can use it on your bimbos. When I had it, I used it to masturbate with once in a while. On myself. I couldn’t help it."

"God, that’s so exciting," Laura said, remembering how Earlene had described her own masturbatory technique, with the hardware-store clamps. "I’d love to watch."

"I’ll bet you would." Karen winked. "Maybe . . . sometime."

"I think it would drive me to rape," Laura confessed.

"Oooohh, maybe sooner rather than later, then," Karen smiled. "You know how I love to be raped."

"You better go before I make you masturbate for me right now."

Karen kissed her at the door. "Something to look forward to."