A phone call from Karen, of all people, woke Laura out of a sound sleep at one-thirty a.m. on Sunday night.

"Kick that black whore out of your bed," Karen said sharply. "I'm on my way over."

Laura stretched lazily and yawned, half-purring into the phone. "There's no one here but me. I've been keeping the bed warm for you."

"A likely story. Change the sheets, Laura, I'm on my way."

She hung up. Smiling dreamily, Laura did in fact sniff the sheets to make sure they weren't too redolent of Yvette's and Ada's lovely bodies. They were a little rank, since with both women the fucking had been hot and heavy. Laura changed them, unable to keep herself from reliving each thrilling moment, trying to keep her mind off Karen's call.

It was, after all, a little late. Karen showed up about fifteen minutes after she had hung up the phone. The weather had turned cold, and she was wearing a heavy coat and a thick maroon sweater, her incredible hard breasts jutting up under it. She also wore jeans that hugged her considerable bottom.

As Karen removed her coat, Laura was admiring all of it. "You give new meaning to the phrase 'sweater girl,'" she said.

"You give new meaning to the word 'lecher,'" Karen cracked, with a playfully dour smile. "Take your hungry eyes off my titties, girl. I came here to get some sleep."

"Oh, right."

Karen was the first girl Laura had ever gone to bed with. And Laura had been Karen's first, too. Together, for months, they had explored the strange and wildly exciting new world of lesbian fucking. After a while, they had deviated into a period of ingenious bondage and sweetly passionate torture that had the consequence of letting each discover things she had never known about herself or the other.

The stimulation they offered each other this way was so severe and unavoidable that they became deeply troubled by their depraved relationship, and though still sharing an intimate feeling for one another that their first months together made inevitable, they had drifted apart, meeting only infrequently, still unable to resist their more intense urges when together. They were, both knew, for good or ill, combustible, and there was no way they could spend the night together in the same apartment alone without fucking, and probably fucking so roughly that both would be hurting by morning.

Laura knew all this, and she knew Karen also knew it. In fact, Karen looked away, unwilling to meet Laura's eyes immediately, after Laura called her on it. Laura decided to change the subject.

"It is a little late . . . or didn't you notice?" she joked. "Did you run out of gas?"

Karen lived across the bay, and she was not the type to drop in unannounced, as for instance Deshona had, or Chanitra in the past.

Now Karen looked up. Her large dark brown eyes swirled with ambiguous meanings. "I . . . had a sudden feeling I wanted to see you," she said quietly. "There's something you and I have that I don't have with anybody else."

Laura nodded slowly. "I know what you mean," she said softly. And she did know. "How about a cup of tea? Or maybe a glass of wine?"

"Got any vodka?"

"If you get drunk, you won't want to wake up in time for work," Laura warned.

Now Karen's expression became less ambiguous, and Laura realized that this would not be a chaste encounter after all, as she had predicted. Sparks were already flying.

"Will you join me for one?" Karen said boldly.

"Let's have champagne instead. I've got a bottle in the refrigerator. It was left over from a wedding party we had for a girl at work. Let's share a bath and a glass of champagne, how does that sound?"

A slow smile spread across Karen's face. "You better get the mop too," she murmured sexily. "There will probably be a little water on the floor."

"Or a lot," Laura said.

Laura could feel her temperature shoot up at the thought, and from the wild look in Karen's dark eyes, she could see hers was shooting up too. They had shared baths before, in their early days together. Laura had purposely tried to steer them clear of the sado-masochistic self-indulgence their relationship had fallen into, suggesting each time they now met that they try making love and eschewing pain, never with complete success. But she reasoned that they would have a hot time now fucking wildly in the bath, and then would be exhausted enough to fall asleep, without resort to the rope, or the whip.

She went into the bathroom to start the water running into the tub, then fetched the champagne bottle from the kitchen, opening it with a festive pop, and nestling it in a glass bowl filled with ice. She carried it to the bathroom, intending to return to the kitchen for two champagne flutes.

For a brief moment she found herself wishing that her own bathroom were as luxurious as Ada's, with its sumptuous faux marble walls and gold plumbing fixtures and sybaritic splendor, huge and deeply plush expensive towels, costly mirrors and lighting. Somehow the mere luxury of it had enhanced the thrill of their wet and wild shower fucking. But when she entered her own small bathroom and saw that Karen had already lifted the maroon sweater over her head and was disentangling a piece of the turtleneck from her hair, she realized that they would need no added ingredients.

Seeing Karen in her bra long ago, the first time, the white fabric so stark against the smooth black skin of her upper body, her large breasts straining against the cups, had been the first time Laura had ever felt a warm stirring in her pussy that was clearly aroused by another woman. She had the same reaction now, as she set the bowl filled with ice and the bottle of champagne on the sink.

Karen caught her eye, her own dark eyes smoking and dangerous. Slowly, she lowered the now-freed sweater, watching Laura's gaze pour hungrily over her upper body. A small, amused smile curved the corners of Karen's sensual mouth. She knew she had spectacular breasts, and Laura wasn't the only one who quivered excitedly at the prospect of her getting ready to remove her bra.

"I was going to get the . . . champagne glasses," Laura stammered, finding it hard to speak due to the heavily pounding blood in her throat.

"Maybe you should wait a minute?" Karen suggested coyly, reaching behind her back with both hands as if to undo the clasp.

"If I wait a minute, I won't get them at all."

"That would be a shame. I was looking forward to a toast."

"I'll be right back."

Laura returned to the kitchen cupboard for the champagne flutes, and grabbed two candles in crystal candlesticks at the same time. She walked carefully back to the bathroom, having lots of fragile and expensive glass in her hands, but unable to ignore her throbbing sexual excitement. Briefly, her mind darted to the fact that the Gibsons were no doubt upstairs asleep in the apartment above, and that she and Karen were about to unleash twin caged monsters of lust right here in the bathroom, where the walls amplified every squeal. But her hand shook so at this reflection that she nearly dropped the glass objects, and Karen actually had to help her by grabbing a candlestick that was about ready to fall.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said. "Oooohhh, candles. I can't wait. I love to be fucked by candlelight."

Laura turned to her now, hands free. "There you go, letting it all out," she teased softly. "I was hoping to seduce you."

"You could still try."

Laura leaned down and turned off the bath water. The tub was nearly full. She smiled sensually, provocatively, at Karen.

"Care to join me for a little rub a dub dub?"

"Want to help me off with this?" Karen smiled seductively back, turning, lifting her hair with one hand.

For one who had been enthusiastically fucking with Yvette, April, and Ada over the past four days, and who should therefore be entirely satiated, Laura was surprised to feel an onrush of very hot and hungry sexual desire for Karen. I cannot resist this woman's body, she realized. Any part of it.

She leaned her face forward and began slowly kissing the dark, smooth skin of Karen's back, avoiding the bra straps, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulders, her shoulderblades, her lips moving skillfully, then stopping at Karen's bra clasp. Laura raised her fingers and unclasped it, slowly pulling it apart and kissing the warm skin where the strap had been.

Karen's limp bra straps slid from her shoulders, but not far since her arm was still raised, holding up her hair for Laura. Laura's hands slipped under the cups and briefly brushed the marvelous, out-jutting naked gourds of her firm breasts before she giggled and twisted away.

"Ah ah ah, no touchee!" she said. "You have to wait. We have to have a toast first."

Laura's face fell. Her hot blood was raging in her veins, and she knew from Karen's eyes that she was feeling the same. It took major self-discipline for both of them not to fall on the floor in a panting, snarling tangle of fierce fucking. But Laura had already drawn a full bath and could see the inviting water winking at them out of the corner of her eye.

With a small smirk of defeat, she untied the sash of her bathrobe and slipped out of it, watching Karen's eyes. Laura knew she had a very attractive naked body, and in fact it must hold for Karen nearly the same magical significance as Karen's did for her, since they were each other's first. But she was forever so hungry for the other's silky, seductive flesh that she always got a delightful little shock to see the half-leer of unmistakable lust in her eyes when she herself disrobed. Right now Karen was looking at her like a famished wildcat coveting a lamb.

Now Laura, who had been sleeping naked when Karen phoned and had only thrown on her robe to answer the door, was naked again, and Karen wore only her tight jeans. Laura could not take her eyes off the girl's jutting breasts, as she never could. Karen's large nipples, though only semi-puffies—not the huge, bulging puffers that Rina, or Trina, or lately Ada had, but still soft black swollen buds, succulent and ripe—were thick and gleaming, the full round balls of her naked breasts thrilling to contemplate.

Laura watched as she unzipped and struggled out of her jeans, her phenomenally firm, round breasts jiggling sexily as she moved. Karen's breasts were rounder than anyone's except Alison's, though they jutted out so impressively from her body that they took on a gourd-like shape. She skimmed her panties down her glossy black thighs, and Laura's eyes lingered on the v-shaped patch of glistening black pubic hair below her flat belly. Laura wondered if it was her imagination, or could she smell the heavy, familiar aroma of both girls' aroused pussies rising up to her nostrils? It made her blood pump even faster.

When Karen spoke again, her voice was smoky and soft and a full step lower.

"Laura, maybe you haven't been getting enough screwing. You're looking at me like you haven't been laid in months."

Laura grinned back and without answering turned to pour them both a glass of champagne, and to light the candles. Karen got into the bath first.

"Ooohhh . . . it's hot!" she gasped. "You made it too hot."

"Not as hot as I'm going to make it in a minute," Laura smiled, handing her a flute of champagne.

Gingerly balancing her own full flute in one hand, she too stepped into the bath, which indeed was a little hot. She sat down in it facing Karen. The candlelight glowed softly, so much more flattering than the harsh lights Laura had just extinguished. It threw soft, alluring shadows across their naked bodies, made even more desirable by the water that covered their legs and hips, and other soft, oozing secrets.

Laura raised her glass. "What shall we toast?"

Karen's eyes sparkled and crackled with sexual danger, which she and Laura had flirted with together for years now. "Love each other and kiss the whip," she said, her eyes never leaving Laura's, raising her glass.

Laura, no coward, did not let her eyes leave Karen's either, but a small, involuntary shiver gripped her body, a manifestation of sexual excitement she could not ignore. So . . . is it really going to come to that? her eyes asked Karen.

The two of them drank their champagne, Karen's eyes signaling that it was indeed going to come to that, that no matter how much hot and wet and wild fucking they might do here in the bath, they would still 'kiss the whip' before she left. Laura drained her glass, then watched Karen do the same. Karen turned the empty champagne flute in one hand, watching the candlelight glint off it.

"These are too beautiful to break," she whispered. "Better put them in a safe place."

"You're right."

Laura took both glasses and carefully stood up again, leaving the bath for a moment to set them safely on the sink, enjoying Karen's hungry eyes on her wet, glistening body as she moved back into the water. Their eyes caught each other's again, and they quickly slid together and embraced, kissing ravenously, without preliminaries. Their fingers clawed passionately at each other's naked back. Laura luxuriated in the feel of Karen's large, firm breasts mashing into her own small, upswept globes. Their tongues snaggled and danced and stabbed into each other's mouth.

"Oh baby . . . it's been too long," Karen sighed, kissing Laura's cheek, her neck, her damp shoulder where Karen's own wrist had left bath water as she groped to embrace Laura's body.

"Tell me about it," Laura panted softly, kissing Karen's perfect clavicles, licking the bath water from them, biting her neck gently, sucking her earlobe.

In order to slide together in the small tub, Laura had slipped one leg under Karen's thigh, and this had brought their groins very close underwater. Laura could feel Karen's small, dense pubic patch of hair pushing against her own. Their throbbing, burbling pussies were only a inch or so from touching, which inflamed them both further.

Laura ran her hands all over Karen's wet body, feeling a complicated mixture of feelings. It was almost a new body to her, in a way, with delightful smoothness and resilience and unexpected curves, a body she had not felt for a long time and yet had hungered desperately for many times in the past. And at the same time, it was a comfortable, friendly body that seemed to fit flawlessly into her own, a body she had loved and fucked with fierce, rapist frenzy and also sweet tenderness countless times, a girl with whom she had experienced the most excruciating and shattering sexual moments it was possible to have.

Karen seemed to feel the same way. Her hands also roamed over Laura's body, and her mouth too. She scooped up one of Laura's naked breasts in her palm, cradling it, licking Laura's thick, coral nipple so skillfully that Laura raised both hands to Karen's head, holding it, digging her fingers into Karen's scalp through the thick web of her hair. She groaned softly when Karen finally took the throbbing nipple completely into her mouth, sucking it gently, still tonguing it, then sucking harder.

"Unhhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh . . . yes!"

She held Karen's head in her hands and pushed her aching breast into Karen's face, feeling her nipple inside the girl's mouth pulse and flame and spring erect. She slipped one hand under the water, between their groins, while Karen sucked her nipple, and maneuvered two fingers up into Karen's tight, warm pussy, all slimy and slippery from her fuck-juices mingling with the bath water. Briefly, Karen's lips paused. She released Laura's nipple and looked up, her eyes streaked with a hot flash of sexual excitement.

"Ohhh!" she sighed, biting her full lower lip.

Laura leaned forward and kissed her again, heatedly, almost drinking her mouth, nibbling and sucking her full, sensual lips. At the same time, she scissored Karen's clit between both fingers, still probing with them, rubbing and pinching her clit while fingerfucking her at the same time. They both began to squirm more, and the bath water started swooping up and down the sides of the tub, and the splashing noises grew louder.

Karen groaned softly and kissed Laura back with feverish passion, squeezing Laura's breasts, twisting Laura's aching nipples in her fingers.

"Laura . . . we waited too long to do this," she panted.

"I know. God, I love your body. I can't get enough of it."

"You can have as much of it as you want," Karen gasped, groaning softly again as Laura's probing fingers touched her secret nerves. "Unh! Oh . . . god, it feels so good!"

"I want to swallow you. I want to eat you alive. I want to fuck you so bad."

Karen had begun as the aggressor, but Laura now had her pinned against the rear of the tub and leaning back, her fingers inside Karen's slippery cunt pushing, plunging faster. She dropped her mouth to the firm, jutting black gourds of Karen's breasts, sucking one bulging black plum into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and pinching it with her lips.

"Ohhnnn! Oh . . . Jesus!" Karen gasped.

Laura scooped up Karen's other breast in her free hand and released Karen's wonderful, chewy, gooey black nipple to suck the second one, still hand-fucking her hard under the water, sucking Karen's second nipple even more strongly than she had sucked the first one, feeling Karen's body undulate instinctively under her. But Karen, though nearly overcome by Laura's heated sexual onslaught, wanted her share of Laura too. She got her hand between their squirming bodies too, slipping one finger up into Laura's pussy, rubbing Laura's clit vigorously with the upper part of her palm.

"Aunngghh!" Laura gagged, feeling a hot uprush of sexual pleasure in her body. "Oh yes!"

Karen's wet, slippery nipple had escaped from her lips, but she quickly guided it into her mouth again, sucking it hard, letting Karen feel the hint of her sharp teeth in the sensitive areola, knowing how Karen's body responded to such a stimulus.

"Unhh! Unhh!" Karen moaned. "Oh god . . . yes! Bite it!"

"Mmmm," Laura hummed back. "It's going to make you come, isn't it."

"Oh yes! Unhh!"

But Laura realized she was about to come herself. They had worked each other up into a hot frenzy of need. The water was now splashing all over them and the tub and the floor too as they thrashed and surged together, groping and squeezing and sucking one another, panting, groaning urgently.

"Oh god, bite it, Laura!"

"Mmmm, you're going to come whether I bite it or not," Laura teased, gasping herself, her eyes rolling up as Karen's hand moved rapidly in her crotch, her palm swirling over Laura's throbbing clit, bringing her closer and closer. "Ungghh! Oh god, honey, you're . . . unhhh . . . you're bringing me there too!"

"Come with me, Laura," Karen gasped, looking deep into Laura's eyes. "Fuck me and come with me . . . now. Now! Hurry!"

For a frantic second of panic, Laura realized they were making a lot of noise, and in the bathroom no less, the noisiest room in the apartment, where each ecstatic cry echoed and reverberated for seconds. It was nearly two a.m., and she knew the Gibsons had to be upstairs asleep. Oh god, don't let them wake up! she prayed. There's no way we can stop this now!

"Ungghhh! Auunngghhh!" Karen groaned, louder than before, her body seizing up as a fierce, wrenching orgasm suddenly gripped her.

Laura, almost desperately, quivering in the first clenching stages of a sharp orgasm herself, flung her body forward onto Karen, holding one hand over Karen's mouth and burying her own face in Karen's smooth neck, as a series of muffled, choked off squeaks began to rise from her own lungs. A paralyzing shock of white-hot pleasure impaled her whole writhing body, and she came hard.

"Mnnnggnnhhiieee!" she wailed into Karen's neck, unable to feel anything but the pure, scalding, scorching pleasure in her whole body for seconds. "Unnggmmnnghhiee!"

Karen had stopped moaning before Laura's throttled squeaks began to wane, and she lay panting and dazed under Laura, her body more submerged under what water remained in the tub than Laura's was. Laura's free hand was still loosely resting on Karen's lips, and Karen looked at Laura oddly until Laura, embarrassed, removed it.

"The neighbors," Laura said, by way of explanation. "New. The ones who lived there before could . . . hear. I didn't want the new ones to hear."

Karen grinned slowly. "Maybe you better come over to my place from now on."

Laura kissed her. "I don't care if they heard. We came together. We came hard together."

"You got that right." Karen looked over the edge of the tub. "But you didn't take my advice and bring the mop in here along with the champagne."

Each still had one or more fingers embedded in the other's throbbing, tingling pussy. Laura extended her tongue and tickled Karen's full lips with it in an insinuating, sexual invitation, moving her hand again underwater at the same time, letting Karen feel some pressure against her clit.

"I'll bet we could come again by barely moving," she whispered.

Karen's eyes glazed over, and her breath quickened. "I know I could," she gasped. "But I want more." She pulled her own finger out of Laura's cunt, then took Laura's wrist in her hand and removed Laura's fingers from hers. "Kiss the whip, remember?"

Laura made a sad face. "You had to remind me."

"Maybe you'd rather I left," Karen said with a straight face.

Laura shook her head. "Don't try it. I might have to tie you up and . . . have my way with you."

She had started to say 'whip you' but didn't have the courage to follow through.

"I hope that means what I think it does," Karen said darkly, giving Laura a smoldering look.

She reached one hand behind her back and opened the drain. Together, to prevent slipping, they helped one another out of the tub as the water gurgled out. They toweled one another off lovingly, being totally infatuated with each other's body, very much in danger of dissolving quickly into another hot coupling right there beside the tub. But Karen, her eyes darkening with deeper, smoldering sexual threats and promises, drew Laura out of the bathroom into the bedroom.

She kneeled down and searched under Laura's bed, since she knew where Laura kept most of her kinky treasures. Quickly, she found the rope and pulled it out, her eyes widening significantly as he glanced up at Laura. But she could not find the rest of the implements she was looking for. Laura suddenly remembered the vise, the horrible rubber clamp that crushed your breasts and left them aching for days, which she had loaned to Earlene and never reclaimed. God, do you think she's looking for that? she wondered.

"The gag," Karen prompted her. "And the . . . you know, kiss the—?"

Laura smiled grimly. She went to her dresser and opened the top drawer, where she actually had two ball gags, one a simple affair with a single strap that fastened behind the head, the other a more elaborate harness with several straps and eyeholes, made to stay in place, which Karen had actually given her long ago. It occurred to her that, considering her fear of the Gibsons overhearing their screams of sweet torture, it might be best if both of them wore a gag. She took both gags out.

"The whip's in the closet," she said to Karen, pointing in that direction with her head.

Karen smiled slyly, letting her eyes linger on Laura's, amused and aroused, it seemed, by Laura's mixture of reluctance and obvious sexual excitement. Then she moved to the closet and in a few seconds found the long, thin whip with the small square leather patch on the end, the mere sight of which made Laura remember moments of intermingled agony and intense sexual release probably more intense than any she had ever experienced. She knew Karen had the same memories.

Could we ever match those? she wondered. Is that what we're trying to do? Is that what we're shooting for?

"There's one last thing," Karen said, her voice low and now thick and syrupy with hot sexual implications. "Remember those clamps that look like baby alligator teeth? With the rubber coating over the teeth, so they don't tear your skin?"

Laura nodded slowly. She still had them. She knew where they were. They were also in the top drawer of the dresser. She looked at them often, wondering why she kept them. When applied to your nipples, they made you want to tear the roof off with your screams, they were so painful.

"Get them out," Karen whispered, panting softly now behind her words.

"You're not putting them on me," Laura said, moving to the dresser. "Promise me you won't."

Again Karen smiled slyly. "No promises," she said. "I can see I may have to get you motivated."

Laura understood what she meant, but she wondered if it were true. She knew herself. Sometimes in the past with Karen she had not warmed right away to the exciting prospects of the masochistic pleasures Karen had craved, but once in the thick of it, Laura had often surprised herself, not only by her ability to inflict pain but also by the transfiguring ecstasies she had experienced while receiving it. I'm just as bad as she is, she had realized on more than a few occasions. When we get right into it, I can be meaner than I ever thought.

Laura kept the alligator nipple clamps, which were linked by a golden chain, as if they comprised some piece of fine jewelry, in a small, velvet-lined box inside the drawer. She opened it and took them out, dangling them from her fingers. Karen smiled oddly.

"Nasty little things, aren't they," she murmured, giving Laura a meaningful look. "It makes me wet just to look at them."

Laura briefly gnawed her lower lip. She realized that she was feeling the same thing. Placing them on the bedstand, she bent over and picked up the rope. She pulled down the bedspread and flung the coiled rope into the middle of the mattress, then gently drew Karen down onto the bed beside her, with the rope in the middle. Now they playfully coiled the rope around each other's naked breasts, not yet intent on real bondage, just teasing and toying with one another.

"Tell me what made you call," Laura prompted her, looping a coil of rope around one of Karen's beautiful, large breasts, playfully tightening and loosening it, watching the thick, gleaming black nipple swell.

"It is a little late, isn't it," Karen said softly.

Laura nodded, unable to take her eyes off Karen's large, swelling nipple.

"I was lying there next to this girl I met at a party last night, all tangled together with her, listening to her snore."

Laura felt her insides suddenly flame alive with hot jealousy, emotions so violent and instantaneous that they scared her. From the start of their relationship Laura had known that sleeping with Karen and other beautiful black women was almost the only thing that mattered in her life, whereas Karen had continued a series of desultory affairs with various men, never really warming to girl-girl sex with anyone other than Laura. Now Laura realized that this had made her feel very good. Karen might get speared and hammered repeatedly by these boyfriends, but no other woman had a claim on her affections, or her beautiful, voluptuous body, but Laura.

Now, to her deep chagrin, Laura realized it wasn't true, and she swallowed dryly, trying to stomach her own naïveté as well as her acutely physical jealousy, which enraged her and made her nearly feel like vomiting.

"And I found myself thinking," Karen continued without noticing Laura's reaction, "'This is okay, but it isn't Laura. I miss her.'" Her dark eyes glowed as she looked deep into Laura's. "It wasn't only physical. I was . . . I don't know. There's more with you. More than with just about anybody else, I guess."

Laura found it hard to fight past her fury. "Is she white?" she heard herself asking, as if unable to prevent the words from escaping her lips.

She felt terrible. It betrayed her feelings so clearly. It was so personal, and such a disgracefully bold and odious question to ask anybody.

Karen looked down at her breast, which Laura had unconsciously strangled with the rope until it was hard and bulging, the swollen black nipple protruding more than ever, glossy and glimmering, the stubby center stem pushing up a good half an inch.

"You're hurting me," she said to Laura.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

Karen's eyes narrowed. "She's Chinese," she said evenly, though Laura couldn't judge whether she was telling the truth.

Laura let the rope go slack. "Sorry." She leaned closer and licked Karen's large, glimmering black nipple. "Sorry I asked. Really."

Now Karen playfully looped two coils of rope around each of Laura's small breasts, pulling them tighter. "I may have to get back at you," she whispered, in a mock threat. "For hurting me that way."

"You . . . already hurt me," Laura said, turning her head to the side. "I couldn't help it."

"What if she was white?" Karen asked. "Would it matter?"

Laura shook her head. "Probably not. I hate the thought of anyone doing this with you. But me."

Laura was distracted by her jealousy and didn't notice that Karen had continued with the rope. But now she felt the coils tighten and felt a soft, insistent throbbing rise in her nipples. She looked down and saw her breasts entirely encased in loops of rope, and her thick, coral nipples expanding, flaring, shiny. A hot, startling sexual current sprung to life in her body, and she could feel her pussy melting and oozing inside.

She looked up at Karen, suddenly feeling desperately horny.

"Do you want me to go ahead?" Karen asked softly, dangerously.

Slowly, Laura nodded. "Don't hurt me?" she asked, almost inaudibly.

Karen was already wrapping strands of rope around Laura's body. "I would never hurt you, Laura. I only want to motivate you." She smiled slyly again.

In another minute or so, Laura was immobilized and helpless. They had tied up one another so many times that Karen easily had Laura's wrists tied to her thighs and her ankles fastened to the footboard of the bed in a few seconds, her legs spread. Laura's crotch was completely open, her wet pussy parted and inflamed, gaping, hot pink and glistening. The whole thing aroused her fiercely, but she was trembling since she knew what was coming: some pain mixed with wild sexual excitement, two or three horrific orgasms.

Now that Karen had her immobilized, she returned to Laura's breasts, where the coils of rope had come loose while she was securing the other pieces. In another minute, she had Laura's breasts completely surrounded by rope again, pulled just tightly enough to make Laura's nipples throb and swell. She wrapped the loose ends of rope around Laura's waist and secured them with a tight knot.

The only way Laura could lie on her back, since her wrists were tied to her thighs, was to scoot forward and bend her knees. This way she was close to the end of the bed, her thighs splayed, her inflamed, aching cunt totally vulnerable. She looked up pitifully at Karen, trembling harder.

"You better put in the gag," she whimpered. "I'll . . . scream."

Karen raised her eyebrows, a half-smile returning to her lips. "I know you will."

"Don't hurt me."

"Quit worrying, darling Laura," Karen purred, moving closer, leaning over from the end of the bed, sweeping her heavy, dangling breasts over Laura's trussed body. "You know I wouldn't hurt you. But I want more of you before the gag. I want you to chase my nipples with your mouth. You know how you love my nipples. Here . . . and here . . . can you catch one? Mmmm, I love the feel of your tongue on them. Yes! Oh, yes!"

It had been a long time since they had played these wildly exciting games together. The dark, round globes of Karen's breasts swung over Laura's face, and she craned her neck to lunge with her mouth at the huge, swollen black nipples, swiping them with her tongue, feeling her cunt flood with warm juice, feeling her body writhe and strain against the coils of rope. Briefly she wondered why she had given in to this, after fighting it for so long. Why did I let her do this to me? she thought. But the feverish sexual excitement quickly took over.

Karen chuckled throatily as she swept her naked breasts over Laura's face, swinging her body away just as Laura's lips almost reached one bulging nipple, then sweeping the other one across Laura's helpless mouth as Laura's neck muscles gave out and she had to let her head drop back to the bed.

"Oh . . . you're out of practice, aren't you?" Karen teased. She raised her hands to Laura's entrapped breasts, taut balls swollen by the tight coils, and began slowly twisting Laura's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. "You're going to have to do better, darling. I'm going to pinch you until you get one in your mouth."

"Anhhh! Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling hot pain in her nipples as Karen twisted them, though she knew it was only a hint of what she would soon be feeling.

She raised her head up again quickly and lunged for one dangling breast, this time catching Karen's swollen black nipple in her mouth and sucking it in deep, sinking her teeth into the surrounding, puffed up areola at the same time.

"Annghh!" Karen cried out, grimacing, releasing Laura's nipples with her fingers and placing a hand on either side of Laura's head. "Unhhh! Oh shit . . . yes! Yes, Laura!"

She mashed her full, firm breast into Laura's face, throwing her head back and keening as Laura continued to suck it. Laura had pulled back her teeth after the first brief bite, but Karen wanted more of the sharp, thrilling pain.

"Bite it again . . . Laura!" she groaned. "Unhhh! Yes . . . anngghhiieee!"

Laura sucked and bit Karen's plump, bulbous nipple savagely, feeling Karen's body shudder and struggle on top of her.

"Hhhh . . . hhhh . . . now the other one!" Karen panted, pulling her ravaged nipple from Laura's mouth and with one hand guiding her other nipple between Laura's open lips. "Yes! Ungghhhh!"

Laura sucked and bit it too, instinctively trying to lift her hands, which were firmly lashed to her thighs, to hold the wonderful hard globe as she assaulted it.

"Oh god . . . I'm going to come if you keep it up!" Karen gasped, whimpering almost hysterically.

And Laura realized it was true. Karen's body was shaking, and her cries and moans were more desperate than any yet. And then Karen suddenly got control of herself. Still shaking and mewling, she nevertheless pulled up, taking deep breaths, pulling her wet, throbbing, pointing nipple from Laura's mouth.

"But not yet," she panted. "Not me. You first."

Laura looked up at her, feeling every bit as aroused as she could see Karen was. "You want to save it for me?" she asked, threatening Karen with her eyes, even though she herself was the one who was tightly bound, and soon to be gagged.

Karen bent down to kiss her, a hungry, searching kiss, her wet, erect nipples brushing Laura's as their tongues snaked and danced. "I'm going to let you whip it out of me," she whispered.

Laura glowered passionately at her. "You're going to regret you gave me the opportunity, you bitch," she hissed.

Smiling, Karen dropped her fingers again to Laura's tender nipples. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly pinched and twisted them both at the same time, sending a fiery jolt of pain through Laura's whole body. Laura stiffened, and a long shriek began deep in her chest, but before it could escape from her throat, Karen had stuffed the ball gag into her mouth.

"Ummgphhnigghhmmm!" Laura groaned, feeling her eyes water in pain from the sharp pinches.

The gag Karen put on her was the simple one with only a single strap that held it in place behind Laura's head, and so it went on quickly and easily. Now Karen, sliding down Laura's contorted, tightly-bound body, began licking and sucking Laura's nipples instead of pinching them. This drove Laura to the brink. She was already frantically aroused, but Karen now teased her body mercilessly, sucking one pulsing, throbbing nipple tenderly, then ringing it with her teeth, reminding Laura of what Laura had moments ago done to her own nipples.

Was she going to bite it . . . or wasn't she?

"Ungghmmmnngghiieee!" Laura screamed into the ball as Karen's teeth clamped her areola, sending a scalding squirt of fire through her breast.

"Mmmmm, you like that," Karen purred, now panting heavily.

She licked Laura's tortured nipple, then turned her attentions to Laura's other breast, teasing and sucking it too, squeezing the distended, swollen ball of flesh roughly in her fingers, which made Laura's wet nipple flare and swell even more. Now Laura began to shake, moaning urgently, her pelvis beginning to swirl and churn instinctively as the desire to climax started to overwhelm her. She knew she was close to a fierce explosion, but Karen, though willing to bring it about, wanted to postpone it further.

"Oh no, you don't," she said, pulling back, just as she was about to devour Laura's other nipple, which Laura was crazy to have her do.

Her eyes implored Karen. Suck it! Please suck it . . . bite it, please! I'm going to come! I might even come as soon as you do it! Please!

But Karen, though she and Laura had not fucked for months, recognized all the signs. She knew Laura well, and she also knew how to manipulate her body so that inevitable orgasms happened only when she summoned them. She slid down further, kissing Laura's taut, palpitating stomach, caressing it with her fingertips, slithering her tongue deep into Laura's navel.

"Oh, nice abs, Laura," she murmured, kissing the rippling muscles in Laura's smooth stomach, much accentuated right now by Laura's almost unbearable sexual tension. "I forgot you have such nice abs, such a nice tummy. I love to kiss it and stroke it."

Laura moaned and twisted. Somehow it felt like the coils of rope around her breasts and her waist and tightly lashing her wrists to her thighs were shrinking, biting into her flesh, binding her more tightly than ever. And now Karen slid even lower, until she was gazing directly into Laura's inflamed, gaping, oozing pussy, smiling, admiring it.

"Nobody has a pussy like this, Laura," she whispered. "You have the most beautiful pussy I ever saw. And it's all gooey and hot right now, wanting to come, right? I want to taste it . . . but I'll have to be so careful."

"Mmmmnngggg!" Laura groaned, pumping her hips, her eyes streaked with hot, urgent need.

Still smiling, Karen reached down to the floor where she had earlier dropped the whip. Though delirious with sexual need, Laura realized what was happening, and a sharp stab of fear penetrated her writhing body. Karen reappeared, her smile more sinister now, and began to tickle Laura's erect, rubbery, protruding nipples with the square leather pad on the end of the whip's shaft.

The whip was very flexible, so that you could give a sharp, stinging blow with it as well as a softer, teasing, attention-getting flick, and Karen began to use it skillfully. Laura looked down at her throttled breasts, now beginning to suffuse with a faint, purplish glow as more blood became trapped by the ropes. Her nipples too were darker, shiny, pulsing wildly. The leather pad on the end of the whip slid around the taut balls of her breasts, pausing at her nipples, flicking them, but so softly that it only made her want to feel it harder, feel the pad sting them, anything but this tantalizing, infuriating tickle, which Karen was doing deliberately, enjoying Laura's torment.

Now she moved the tip of the whip down Laura's body, flicking the rippled abs she had earlier been admiring, then letting it descend into Laura's splayed crotch. Laura held her breath as she watched the small, square, leather pad skim over her bulging, glimmering clit without touching it, then gently brush her swollen, puckered cuntlips. Her eyes rolled up. She arched her back, shimmying her hips, groaning softly and deliriously.

Fuck me, fuck me, hit me with it, make me come, oh please, I'm going to come, any second! Please make me come! Karen, please! her eyes begged.

Instead, Karen insinuated the edges of the pad between Laura's gaping pussy lips into the wet, fiery interior, tickling her there, then drawing it slowly up across Laura's clit.

"Are you ready? Are you ready . . . darling? You hungry? You need to come? You want it bad?" she teased, grinning diabolically.

Frantically, Laura nodded her head, whimpering hysterically. She realized that Karen had not finished with her nipples as she saw the whip again ascend to her strangled breasts. Karen began tapping Laura's nipples lightly with it, first one several times, then the other. Again the frantic need to have it done harder assailed Laura, but she didn't have to wait long this time. Quickly, Karen began to snap the whip.

Thwack! Snapppp! Thwack!

The flat tip landed about five times on each of Laura's nipples, making her writhe and scream in pain into the ball gag, her nipples flaming with red-hot pain, her breasts throbbing, her whole body twisting and straining against the tight ropes. In spite of the pain, she knew she was going to come, any second. Karen knew it too.

"Oh . . . you're ready, aren't you, honey," she panted, dropping the whip again to Laura's crotch. "Now you can come. Now I'll let you come. Come on, baby, come hard!"

Laura held her breath. When the whip end cut into her exposed pussy, she nearly fainted. Having taken her time leading up to this, Karen was not going to delay it any longer. She applied the whip vigorously to Laura's poor pussy, smacking Laura's cuntlips with it indiscriminately before raising it an inch or so to Laura's clit and delivering three sharp blows. Laura gagged into the ball in her mouth, her body flipping and surging off the bed, straining mightily against the ropes that held her.

"Ummnngghphhhmmggnniieeeee!" she wailed, beginning to come in excruciating seizures of ecstasy.

Karen, knowing when enough was enough, dropped the whip. She leaned forward, slipping between Laura's shuddering thighs, replacing the whip with her mouth, now devouring Laura's flaming wet pussy hungrily, running her tongue over Laura's throbbing clit, sliding two fingers up into Laura's slimy channel and then sucking her clit with enough force to make Laura explode quickly in another shockingly intense orgasm.

Again her body was seized by a stiff, clenching, killing flood of spasms that wracked her poor, quivering flesh for an eternity. When the coming finally waned, she slumped back to the mattress, feeling for the first time the wet tears on her cheeks. Her pussy was on fire, and not a pleasant, sexual fire this time, but the aftermath of a sharp whipping. Oh god, I knew I didn't want to do this, she thought.

And yet her body was still throbbing with aftershocks from the horrific orgasms. She and Karen had not done it for a while, but the devastating impact of these sexual encounters had not changed. Laura was stunned and dazed by the experience and hardly noticed Karen untying her wrists, unwrapping the coils of rope from her tortured breasts.

Karen left the gag for last, finally unfastening it and peeling the straps forward, letting the ball fall from Laura's open mouth. Laura gulped a couple of deep breaths.

"You are such an evil cunt," she said under her breath, still barely able to breathe.

Karen made a long face. "Is that any way to talk? Here, want to get even?"

She leaned down and picked up the whip from where she had dropped it. Her full, dark breasts swooped out, making Laura want to grab them and squeeze and suck and bite and torture them the way Karen had tortured hers. Karen looked up at her. She knew what Laura was feeling and had planned it that way.

"You should see the look in your eyes," she said, softly.

Laura reached for the rope. "Come over here," she said.

Karen obeyed, still carrying the whip. She handed it to Laura, who placed it at the foot of the bed. Now that she knew she was going to be on the receiving end, she seemed docile and wide-eyed, vulnerable, even half-afraid. She knew she had hurt Laura, and Laura would hurt her back.

"I'm . . . sorry if I was a little rough," she apologized.

Laura pushed her down onto the bed. "You aren't sorry."

"You came hard," Karen said, as if that would weaken Laura's anger.

Laura ignored her. She looped the rope around Karen's magnificent, jutting breasts, pulling the coils tight, tighter than necessary, just to see Karen's reaction.

"Unhhh! Ouchhh!" Karen cried out, wincing and looking down at her breasts, her round silky black nipples popping and protruding off the taut surface of each dark gourd. "Oh shit, that hurts!"

"If you don't keep it down, I'll have to gag you right now," Laura snapped. "My neighbors are asleep upstairs."

God, I hope! she thought.

"You're hurting me," Karen bleated softly.

"Poor baby," Laura glowered.

She continued to tie up Karen's breasts, making the coils tighter than usual, but not yet knotting the rope, so that she could later loosen them. Karen's breasts were much larger than her own and would accommodate four or five coils each. In less than a minute, the large balls were squeezed in five coils of rope apiece, painfully constricted and strangled, Karen's black nipples bursting and pointing like thick ripe black plums.

"God . . . you're hurting me . . . more than you need to," Karen gasped, shaking her head, looking down at her mangled breasts.

Rarely did they ever tie one another's breasts this tightly. Laura had not knotted the rope on purpose, but she held the two strands together in one hand behind Karen's back. With one swift yank, she pulled Karen down on her back, with Laura hovering over her.

The luscious, bursting gourds of Karen's entrapped breasts were irresistible. Laura brushed her own burning, aching nipples against Karen's big, protruding bulbs, then slid down a little and grabbed Karen's hard, engorged globes, digging her fingers into the flesh that extended beyond the coils of rope. Karen gasped.

"Oh! Oh!"

"You better keep it down, bitch!" Laura glared at her. "Quiet, or I'll hurt you even worse."

Now Karen dropped all pretense. Her breasts were in pain, but she was also wildly aroused by it, and by Laura's threats. She had worked hard to reach this moment, and from the wild, erotic expression in her dark eyes Laura could see that she was relishing every second of it. She looked up at Laura from under her heavy eyelids, her eyes smoking and pulsing.

"If I scream, will you tie me up and fuck me and whip me hard?" she asked in a soft, alluring voice, flirting, daring.

Laura suddenly realized she could not trust Karen to keep it down any longer. The situation was too provocative. The mixture of seductiveness and defiance Karen showed was volatile. She might provoke Laura into a sharp sexual attack, then scream hysterically. And the fat would then be in the fire. The Gibsons would wake up, and maybe other neighbors as well. After all, it was nearly three a.m. Two half-demented she-cats screaming and sex-torturing each other and fucking in the apartment downstairs would be more than alarming.

Laura relented. She released the rope, letting the coils around Karen's breasts suddenly go slack. She sat up on the bed and pulled Karen up to face her. Karen's throbbing eyes questioned her.

"Why did you stop?"

Laura's eyes narrowed as she rolled sideways off the bed to grab the other ball gag, the one with the eyeholes and the harness. Karen watched silently. She made no protest as Laura placed the harness over her head, pushed the red rubber ball into her mouth, fastened the buckles on the side.

Now Laura returned her attentions to Karen's magnificent naked breasts, tying them up skillfully this time, not so tight as before, leaving room for the blood to flow but constricting the large, round globes enough so that Karen's thick, bulbous nipples puffed out and gleamed in mouthwatering perfection. She looped the thick white rope around and between them. Lift and separate, she thought, perversely laughing to herself. These are so beautiful. No wonder I fell in love with them from the start.

When she finished, Karen's breasts were also trapped in a kind of harness made of tight coils of white rope crisscrossing between them, wrapped around her neck and then coiled in very tight loops around her stomach, so that her breathing was now labored, and her soft whimpers muffled by the ball in her mouth.

"Oh, are you going to get it," Laura said, half-audibly, running her hands all over Karen's naked, tightly bound body, lightly pinching her swollen nipples, as if to hint at the thrilling pain to come.

It took her less than two minutes more to tie Karen's wrists behind her and her feet to the headboard of the bed, her sleek, glossy thighs splayed to reveal the dark red gash between them, now all soupy and glistening, Karen's jet-black pubic hair even sparkling here and there with droplets of fuck juice, a sight that made Laura's throat catch with hot lust. As she often did at this moment, she wanted to stop right there and fling herself on her lovely victim rapaciously, devouring and viciously sucking her bulbous, silky black nipples, pressing her eager mouth feverishly to Karen's festering, swollen, gaping cunt, sucking her clit, making her come in a hot, incandescent fury.

But she controlled herself. They both wanted more. Karen especially, who had initiated this whole sequence of depravity—this time, at least—wanted an experience she knew she could only have with Laura. There was fear in her eyes, but also deep erotic excitement. She watched Laura's every move, and Laura, knowing she was watching, carefully caressed and tweaked every sensitive, exposed nerve in Karen's trussed body, making her moan and quiver uncontrollably.

Unlike Laura's earlier position, Karen's ankles were tied to the head of the bed, her legs fully extended, so that there was plenty of room for Laura to kneel between them. After pinching and licking Karen's bulging nipples, she descended lower, kissing and stroking Karen's quivering flesh, so smooth and dark and sleek and satiny, until she was facing Karen's burbling wet quim, all inflamed and ruby red. Laura pulled the glossy black swollen labia open with her thumbs to expose the entire glistening, fiery wet pit, and breathed deeply, sucking in the thick, aromatic odors of Karen's wildly aroused pussy.

She wanted to suck and lick it passionately. This pussy was the first one I ever kissed, she thought, with a sort of mild awe. Since then she had made love to many that were physically more beautiful, perhaps, but this aroused and oozing fuck-cauldron still hypnotized her with hot lust and love and thrilling desire. She ran her fingertips up and down in the greasy trench, letting them graze Karen's taut little clit at the top, feeling Karen's body clench involuntarily, and hearing a small, muffled whimper rise from her chest.

I can't resist, she thought. I can't stop myself. I have to kiss it. I'll be careful, you won't come, not yet, but I have to kiss it!

She bent forward and ran her lips along the firm dark flesh of Karen's inner thighs, first one, then the other, kneading the resilient thigh muscles with her fingers and letting her lips approach slowly, tantalizingly closer to the open, inflamed mouth of Karen's hungry red cunt. Now Karen whimpered more loudly into the gag. Her buns clenched, and her pelvis gyrated in frantic, instinctive fuck-motions, swirling, pumping.

"Mmmm, you want me to lick your pussy, don't you," Laura murmured to her, glancing up at her eyes peering through the eyeholes of the harness gag, streaked with desperate need.

But Karen shook her head from side to side rapidly.

"Unnmmohhh! Unnmmohhh!" she groaned into the ball gag, her protests almost comical, if Laura hadn't grasped their meaning immediately.

Her eyes implored Laura. The pussy licking would come later. Right now she was in the state she had craved, the very reason she had come over here in the first place. Tightly bound, immobilized, her wet, inflamed pussy totally exposed and vulnerable to Laura, her breasts throbbing and swollen, her cries cruelly stifled by the red hard rubber ball in her mouth, she was sexually aroused to the highest pitch, hovering on the verge of several absolutely crushing climaxes. She did not want to have them defused by Laura's mouth on her pussy. Only the violent sexual assault she craved would unleash the full, demonic power of the orgasms she was seeking.

Laura, whose own pussy still burned with the fires left by the whip in Karen's hands, and who could still feel the afterglow in her lower body of the sharp orgasms she had experienced only a few minutes earlier, knew what Karen meant. She smiled at her indulgently.

"Oh . . . all right, then. First you get what you want. But I'm warning you. I'm going to lick this beautiful black pussy into heaven two or three more times before I let you leave."

Karen nodded, looking at once relieved and also, if possible, more excited. She watched as Laura leaned across her bound body to the bedstand and retrieved the alligator nipple clamps. Whereas earlier Laura had recoiled at the sight of them, remembering the intense pain they had caused her the few times she had allowed—or at least had been unable to prevent—their application to her own nipples, she now felt fresh sexual fires leap alive in her own groin as she dangled the two clips from their thin gold chain before Karen's eyes.

Karen looked worried but unafraid, her eyes widening, her labored breathing growing faster. Laura pinched open the first clamp. Holding the teeth apart, she positioned one of Karen's large, bulging nipples between the two prongs, then slowly released the pressure so that the teeth clamped together. The alligator clamp bit down so deeply into Karen's swollen nipple that the edges of the teeth in the middle disappeared into her areola.

She groaned, and her eyes rolled up, her muffled breath chuffing and wheezing against the ball in her mouth. Her whole body seemed to stiffen in pain, and water appeared in her eyes.

Unable to stop herself, Laura bent forward slightly and extended her tongue, licking Karen's tortured, mangled nipple where it protruded from the tight clamp. Karen whinnied deep in her chest and quivered uncontrollably.

"Uunngmmnnnmm!" she grunted softly, her eyes reflecting her pain all mixed together with intense pleasure.

Slowly, Laura reached over beside them and picked up the whip. Karen's eyes grew wider, and her low whinnying turned into short, frantic whimpers. Laura brought the tip of the whip up to Karen's entrapped nipple, brushing the small square leather pad on the end of it across the thick, erect black center that was now jutting up nearly a quarter of an inch above the tightly-pinched areola. Karen moaned and shuddered.

"Mmmmm, I think the whip wants to kiss you," she murmured softly, letting her eyes drift up to Karen's, alluding to Karen's earlier toast in the bathtub.

She began to tap Karen's twisted nipple softly with the whip end. This, she knew, did not hurt at all, though the alligator clamp surely had to be still causing intense pain. But she didn't intend it to hurt anyway, only to heighten the fear and the wild sexual excitement Karen was clearly feeling, her body straining and clenching in the grip of the tight ropes, her smooth dark skin gleaming everywhere the thick coils bit into it.

Tap . . . tap . . . tap.

"Uunngmmnnnmm!"

Now, proceeding slowly, wanting the slow, simmering agony to build, Laura dropped the whip and grasped the other alligator clamp, which was dangling by the gold chain below Karen's hard, round, engorged, rope-strangled breast. With a playful but also sinister smile, Laura raise it to Karen's other bulging nipple, slowly opening the jaws, watching Karen's eyes glaze over briefly with a fear of the fresh, more intense pain that was coming.

"I wish it were my teeth going into this beautiful nipple," Laura murmured, placing Karen's other nipple between the fierce jaws of the clamp and letting them close slowly on it.

Karen's body acted like an electric current had been shot through it. Again she stiffened and quivered as the rubber-coated teeth bit into her large areola, and the stiff center rivet jutted out further. Now Laura ran the tip of the whip all over Karen's bulging, painfully throttled breast, teasing her, running it over the other one too, then back to the nipple newly flaring with pain in its alligator clamp.

Tap . . . tap . . . tap. She tapped the whip's tip on the protruding center of Karen's cruelly pinched nipple.

"Uunngmmnnnmmiieee!"

Karen was shaking. Her cheeks were now slick with tears from the pain caused by the clamps. Laura looked down to her crotch and saw that her pussy was a completely blossomed flower, slick and shiny with juices, rosy colored and inflamed, her clit swollen and half-protruding from it's small tent. The thick fuck-me-now-please odors of her very aroused cunt floated up to Laura's nostrils. She wanted to lick and suck it, not whip it, but even though Karen was completely helpless, Laura's part of the bargain was to deliver.

She knew that Karen was very close to coming already. It wouldn't take much, thankfully, to tip her over the edge. Laura moved the whip end around and between Karen's entrapped, bulging breasts, tickling and teasing/threatening her with it. With her other hand, she slipped her forefinger under the gold chain linking the two fiendish nipple clamps and tugged it lightly, hearing Karen's tormented whimpering and watching the streaks of pain that seemed to light up her black eyes.

She began to tug the chain harder, watching Karen's large nipples, squashed and mutilated by the cruel clamps, stretch outward from the hard, shiny, swollen globes of her imprisoned breasts. Then she let the chain go slack, hearing a gargled sigh as Karen's face betrayed her sudden relief. But it was not to last.

Now Laura raised the whip and gave a quick snap to each erect, protruding nipple, right in the center, letting the leather pad crack squarely onto the jutting rivet of flesh that stuck up from Karen's crumpled areola. Karen actually jumped up from the bed, her body levitating as if a sharp current had electrified her again, and horrible, piteous moans came from her chest.

"Oh god . . . oh god!" Laura heard herself mumbling as she continued to strike Karen's nipples with the vicious whip, twice, three times, four times before stopping briefly.

Part of Laura hated what she was doing. She had tried to avoid it, tried to attenuate it, to divert their sex together into other avenues and practices. And yet, when they—now rarely—got together, they seemed unable to prevent the depravity and perversion from taking over. And she couldn't blame it all on Karen either, even though Karen was the one who had taught Laura to perversely enjoy these excruciating sexual pleasures. Laura realized that a twisted part of her nature reveled in it too, that the hand that held the whip was quivering and shaking with unnatural but shockingly deep sexual arousal and excitement, and that Karen's garbled cries of pain mixed with pleasure touched a sexual nerve in her, in Laura, that seemed to take over her whole body and mind.

She could only hope for it to be over quickly, and one glimpse of Karen writhing and moaning in her bonds made her realize that it was merely seconds away. She had to tear her eyes from Karen's beautiful, tortured breasts and nipples, somehow even more desirable to her in their throttled, engorged state, Karen's black nipples raw and erect from the whipping, inviting Laura's mouth. But Karen was twisting and churning deliriously, her hips bucking and swirling, her moans desperate and piercing even though she was tightly gagged.

Laura turned her attention to the streaming, inflamed gash between the girl's spread, silky black thighs, now a festering wound, a puckered, swollen mouth. It wants to kiss the whip too, Laura thought.

She bent close, whispering to Karen, looking deep into her eyes.

"Your beautiful pussy wants to kiss the whip," she said softly. "It's all puckered up and ready for a kiss. Do you want it?"

Karen whimpered and nodded frantically, her eyes now swimming in terror and anticipation.

"Uunngmmnnnmmiieee!"

Watching her eyes, Laura skimmed the tip of the whip down her rising and falling belly—so smooth and soft like black satin below the coils of rope that were cinched tight around her waist—to her crotch, tickling the smooth inner flesh of her thighs on each side.

"Oh, what a pretty pussy," she cooed to Karen in a low, husky, sinister voice. "A lovely wet pussy that wants a hard kiss."

Trembling and deliciously vulnerable, Karen seemed to be holding her breath, staring at Laura, her cheeks now damp from the drying tears but soon to be wet again, Laura knew. Now for several minutes she toyed with Karen's aroused pussy, sliding the leather pad over and around her swollen vulva, watching it begin to glisten as it picked up a coating of the thick, aromatic juices that were flowing from the burbling, ruby-red slit.

By this time Karen was squirming and writhing in nearly unbearable sexual torment, and her flexing, voluptuous body, now coated with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled, was wildly desirable to Laura, shiny and glossy and sleek. The teasing tip of the whip had further aroused her so that her pussy was now fully open, gaping, a glistening red maw of fuck-hunger, and Laura slipped the small leather pad right into the center of it, making Karen caw and whoop deep in her chest as she knew the inevitable was not far off.

Laura rotated it, watching Karen's hips twitch and wiggle as the sensations became almost too much for her. The tab on the whip grazed her swollen clit, and she clenched visibly, whimpering, then pumping her pelvis frantically, dying to come, to finish, to explode. It was really impossible to make her wait any longer. And Laura could feel her own hot blood gushing through her body, her pulse pounding, her cunt throbbing as if in sympathetic contractions with Karen's writhing, beautiful body.

"Are you ready?" she asked softly, biting her lower lip. "Ready?"

"Mmmnnggghh!" Karen nodded wildly. "Mmmmnngghh!"

Smiling, Laura extended one long forefinger and caught the chain that ran between the nipple clamps with it, tugging it forward, watching Karen's eyes. They seemed to double in size, and a horrible clotted scream, muffled by the ball, was strangled in her throat. Her clamped and squashed nipples were stretched out about an inch from the surface of each rope-encased breast.

Laura lifted the leather pad on the end of the whip about two inches above Karen's inflamed, sopping wet cunt and then unleashed three rapid, stinging whacks onto the open slit. Karen screamed and arched her body, her thighs instinctively trying to close on the wounded spot but unable to move because of the ropes. Laura yanked the chain, stretching Karen's tortured nipples even further, and then whipped the girl's flaming cunt two, three more times, letting the tip cut viciously into her clit this time, until Karen was suddenly coming in wild, tormented convulsions, whinnying hysterically, flipping and tossing, her hips gyrating in mid-air as one savage shock after another of shattering ecstasy wrenched her body.

"Ummmggnnhiiieeeee! Unngghhhh! Unngghmmmngghiiieee!" she whinnied, straining at the ropes, shaking the bed itself as she surged and her body quaked sharply.

After the few snaps that had made Karen come, Laura had dropped the whip, flinging it aside, unable to continue, dropping the chain too, even ashamed that she had done this much, but wildly aroused and excited by the spectacle of Karen in the grip of these horrific pain-inspired orgasms. Now she was unable to keep herself from sliding down and pushing her mouth hungrily into Karen's streaming, throbbing pussy, pushing two fingers also up into the warm, greasy channel.

Sunk in an intense delirium of excruciating orgasms, Karen's body responded by gyrating wildly and coming yet again, this time a fierce, jolting shock of coming that made her jerk her arms and legs so forcefully against the ropes that Laura was afraid the rope would leave burns on her wrists and ankles. Quickly she untied them, then, while Karen lay quivering and twitching in the aftermath of these violent climaxes, she also unwrapped the coils from her breasts and removed the alligator clamps. Lastly, she unbuckled the harness gag and extracted Karen's head from it, daubing her tear-slick cheeks with the edge of the sheet.

"Oh baby . . . baby, I'm so sorry," she cooed, feeling suddenly stricken with great guilt for this shameful, appalling act.

For a few seconds it seemed as if Karen could barely hear her, so sunken was she in the sensual currents of acute physical pleasure as the waves of her successive orgasms still washed over her. Laura stretched out beside her, even pulling Karen's slack body up closer into the middle of the bed, then embracing her, stroking her back, her ass, kissing her damp cheeks affectionately, feeling a deep need to be forgiven.

Karen's eyes fluttered open after a few seconds, her eyeballs still streaked with red, her pupils swirling and throbbing. "I hope you don't mean it, because that was one of the great fucks of my life," she said, almost inaudibly, her voice still scratchy from all the screaming she had done.

"Really?"

Karen nodded. "Really. You bitch." She grinned. "My nipples feel like they're going to fall off."

"Oh, they're not," Laura said, sliding down her body. "They're still here, and beautiful as ever. Are they too sore for me to kiss them? I want to make love to you now. I want us to make love. No whip. Just love. Just hot fucking and love and fucking."

"They hurt," Karen admitted.

She held one beautiful large breast in both hands, offering the big, gleaming black nipple to Laura. Unable to resist it, Laura licked the swollen nipple tenderly. It showed no outward signs of its recent ordeal, though Karen gasped and clenched her teeth as Laura began to suck it. But she did not ask Laura to stop.

A deep shudder gripped her body. "Oh! Unhhhh! Oh god, you're going to make me come again! I don't believe it!"

Laura could hardly believe it either after what Karen had just gone through. But she herself also felt like she was going to come again, almost any instant. It would take very little to bring her off. Rubbing her body sensually against Karen's, she slithered back up until she was face to face with her.

"Kiss me and fuck me with your hand and look in my eyes so we can come together," she panted. "I want to come with you."

"Oh Laura."

"Please."

"Oh yes."

Karen appeared about ready to swoon, gripped again by a deep sexual frenzy nearly as overwhelming as the earlier one. Her head fell back briefly as Laura kissed her everywhere, her shoulders, her neck, her ear. Laura pulled her head forward again and mashed her mouth into Karen's, kissing her ravenously, awakening a fresh, aggressive streak of lust in Karen, who began to kiss her back passionately, her hands dropping to squeeze Laura's naked breasts.

"Look in my eyes and fuck me," Laura chanted to her, dropping her own hand to Karen's warm, wet crotch.

"Yes. Yes! Unhhhh!" Karen gasped, eyes rolling up.

"Fuck me, honey, fuck me," Laura panted to her, pushing her hips forward as she finally felt Karen's hand between her legs. "Oh yes!"

Now Karen's pulsing, fiery eyes locked with hers, and the two of them fell into a rhapsodic trance of sensuality, undulating against each other, moving their fingers in each other's tingling, throbbing, buttery fuck trench with consummate skill and growing passion. In the back of her mind, even though her mind was now totally focused on Karen and her own gathering orgasm, Laura realized that the Gibsons were still upstairs, above them, hopefully sound asleep, and blissfully ignorant of the shockingly hot girl-girl fucking that was going on down here in Laura's bed. Let them sleep, she thought. Don't make too much noise, honey! Oh please!

"Unhhh!" she groaned softly as Karen's clever fingers scissored her clit and sent hot arrows of sexual delight zinging all through her quivering body. "Oh yes . . . deeper unhhh! Oh yes!"

At the same time, she increased the tempo of her own hand, which was swirling in circular motions over Karen's wet labia, brushing her nubby little clit and bringing new mewls of frantic excitement from Karen's throat.

"We have to be . . . quiet . . . my neighbors," Laura panted, rubbing her sensitive nipples against the big protruding black bulbs of Karen's as they fucked. "They're . . . asleep . . . oh god unhhhhh!"

Karen panted back. "Maybe they'll . . . wake up . . . and fuck after . . . they hear . . . us."

A half-smile of devastating sexual allure crossed her lovely face, curling her sensual lips, and she gazed deep into Laura's eyes. They had both crossed the point of no return. Their hands were now moving almost in unison, and nothing in the world could prevent a shared convulsion of mammoth proportions, now only seconds away.

"Oh Karen!"

"Laura . . . yes . . . do it harder! It feels so good . . . do it harder, yes! Ungghh!"

"Oh . . . I think . . . now!"

"Yes! Now!"

"Look in my eyes!"

"Yes! Oh Laura!"

They held each other's hot, smoldering gaze for a few initial seconds, but after that Laura didn't know what happened as their orgasms hit them both like a ton of bricks. Her whole body seemed to bloom in a hot, throbbing cloud from within, exploding in sharp spasms that altered with hot, fluttery interludes, then more spasms. She could see through the hot cloud of her own climax Karen's face transfigured by a similar internal explosions, and Karen's eyes finally rolled up, she threw her head back, and her whole body seemed to go into convulsions.

"Ahhnnnggggg! Ohnngghhh! Ungh! Anngghiieemnnnn!" Laura erupted in hot cries, only remembering at the last minute to push her face forward into Karen's body to muffle her screams.

It happened that Karen had thrown back her head and Laura had somehow slid down a little, so that her face ended up between Karen's magnificent full breasts, a place she would desire to be more than any other, and she moaned into Karen's breasts, turning her head back and forth to enjoy the feel of the firm globes against her cheeks, while Karen's body stretched and arched in the grip of her own orgasm.

"Unnggghh!" Karen groaned, finally getting her breath, and Laura knew she was going to make more noise than they could risk.

Quickly, she slid up, now in the waning moments of her own orgasm, and reached behind Karen's head, pulling her face forward into Laura's own breasts before the hot cries began to escape from Karen's throat in a loud stream.

"Unhhhggghiieeeemmmnnnn!" she cried out, her mouth muffled against Laura's naked breasts, as Laura caressed her head and hair and cooed to her sympathetically until the most severe spasms had passed.

They clung together. They were still panting, their bodies electrified by this stirring moment of bliss, and they didn't speak but held one another tightly, feeling the deepest of emotions as well as the enthralling physical aftermath of a moving shared orgasm. Laura knew she must have clung to others this way, maybe even recently, clung to them with this hot, urgent need and fervor. But she could not remember it. She could feel Karen's hands clutching her body just as tightly as she was clutching Karen's. Maybe it has to do with us being each other's first, she reflected.

"You know," she whispered in Karen's ear, without letting go, "doing this with you is almost a year's worth. I feel utterly wasted afterward. Is that what you're trying to do, get me to give up the others? I'm not worth anything to them after something like this?"

Karen, also not relaxing her grip on Laura, chuckled softly, affectionately. Obliquely, before answering Laura's question she bit Laura's earlobe gently.

"Ouch!" Laura yelped, eyes watering.

"That girl I was with wasn't Chinese after all," Karen said. "I lied. She was white."

She paused to let it sink in and see Laura's reaction. Still, they clung to each other, neither one relaxing her grip. Finally, Laura kissed her, and during the kiss both of them left their eyes open, staring heatedly at one another. Laura, though it was almost dawn, wondered if they were going to do it yet again. She knew she wouldn't be surprised, they were so hot for one another.

"See, you just like us white girls after all," she teased, but darkly, drawing an invisible line down Karen's smooth jaw with her fingertip. "We are so extra hot and wanton, right?"

"Mmmm, maybe not all . . . but you are, girl. I think we're not finished."

"Oh god, I don't think we are either."