Chapter 55

Her exhausting evening of fucking with Barbara had the desired effect of keeping Laura from thinking of Jonelle for a while. And her body was sore for days afterward, which made sexual longings less intrusive.

Even Barbara had taken her aside at work, whispering, "Girl, you really fucked me hard. I could barely walk the next day, and I still feel like I been reamed by a firehose. And I think you tried to chew off my nipples."

"Quiet, you're making me hot again," Laura smiled, meaning it.

Just the smell of Barbara made her cunt wet.

But aside from that, she tried to work hard and not think about any of it. She didn't dare to go by Jonelle's desk, which fortunately was clear across the building from her own. She'll never want to see me again, she realized. If I went there, it would only make a scene. Dangerous for us both.

But Laura was totally unprepared for what actually happened.

Yvette, in a seemingly casual conversation, dropped the bomb. "Oh, you know Jonelle Roberts, John's secretary? She just quit last week, just like that. Moved to Texas."

"Texas!"

Laura knew the blood had drained from her face. She could see that Yvette was enjoying twisting the dagger. Yvette clearly knew. She may not know everything, but she knew Laura had a strong feeling for Jonelle.

"I'm sorry," she said to Laura. "You look like you swallowed a bug or something."

"Oh... no, just kind of a headache," Laura stammered, feigning illness to cover up her devastating shock.

Yvette leaned close, never one to pass up an opportunity. "You wanted to screw her, didn't you, Laura," she whispered.

Laura said nothing, just staring desolately at Yvette.

"Did she really mean that much to you?" Yvette asked in a small voice, her face looking nearly as stricken as Laura felt. "Maybe you did screw her."

Laura still couldn't speak. She had hurt Jonelle. She had clearly hurt Yvette. And she herself hurt so much she wanted to die.

"Yvette--"

"Never mind. I don't mean to intrude on your pain. I... really had no idea it was so--"

"I'll tell you some time."

Yvette mastered her jealousy enough to put her hand on Laura's arm, a brief, reassuring caress. Then she left.

Laura was in agony. She had felt like this only once before, when she had learned of Rina's murder. She got through the rest of the day like a zombie, spent the night crying, and finally grew numb from suffering so deeply and so much. It wasn't like Rina, she told herself. Jonelle was still alive. In Texas. Gone forever from Laura, but alive. There was even a chance she would some day reconsider, remember how much Laura loved her, remember their moments together, especially their sexual moments.

Whenever some man touched her--or woman, Laura realized in a painful shock--she would remember Laura, how Laura had made her feel. Maybe she'll come back to me, some day. Maybe. But she knew it was hopeless. There was no chance. Jonelle had been very hard to win in the first place. Breaking down her resistance had taken all of Laura's skill. And Jonelle had hated Yvette. To see Laura and Yvette kissing, and to know they had done together what she and Laura had done, was clearly enough to send her into shock.

For weeks she went without sex, throwing herself totally into her work. Even though she was often obsessed with it, sex was now something repellent, something brutal and perverted that she did with Barbara or Karen or Cassandra and her boyfriend, something that left her sore and temporarily scarred and exhausted. But with Jonelle it had been sweet and unbelievably intense, a pure burning flame of ineffable ecstacy. She couldn't even think of sex, and every potential partner seemed to sense it--Barbara, Yvette, even Chanitra--and to stay away from her.

But then she ran into Karen. Each of them had been the other's first. First girl. First everything that now mattered. They had even shared Rina, and Chanitra, though not Jonelle, never Jonelle, Laura thought. I couldn't have shared her. And that's how she felt about me. This thought nearly made her cry on the spot, and Karen had to draw her aside.

"Hey, what's the matter there, Laura darling? You can tell me. You know that."

"I don't want to talk about it."

"I think you need some comforting. Or something to make you forget."

Laura couldn't prevent a smile. "You're awfully good at that," she admitted.

And the sheer animal magnetism that had brought them together in the first place, and every time since then, exerted itself. Laura could feel herself becoming aroused, just standing there in the hallway next to Karen, smelling her, seeing her body, a beautiful body she had probably fucked more than any other. She realized that it was weeks, even months now, since she had had any sex at all, even autoerotic sex.

"Shall I drop by for dinner?"

But Laura tried to shake off her sexual excitement. She remembered last time.

"I don't know," she said softly. "After last time, I got a little worried. I think we went too far."

Karen looked at the floor briefly. "I know what you mean. Maybe it was too far. I hurt for days afterward."

Laura remembered whipping Karen's splayed red wet pussy, and the at the same instant she felt both sickened and wildly excited. It was the same erotic combination that always drove the two of them to the edge, when they were together. Just how far could they go? Just how intensely could one make the other come? Just what new torture could they invent that would leave them gasping and whimpering in ecstacy, and yet not draw blood, or leave a permanent mark or wound?

"We can try to control ourselves," Karen said.

"You know how hard that is."

"I know. I want you, though. It's been almost six months."

"I want you too."

"I won't bring my goody bag."

Laura smiled. "Maybe you shouldn't. We get carried away."

"Can I?"

"Oh god... yes!" Laura said, feeling herself begin to tremble with sexual need. "Now get away from me before I began to moan right here in front of everybody. I want you."

Her eyes looked longingly into Karen's. They understood each other. They had deep feeling for each other, though neither could ever remain exclusively with the other.

Without another word, but with many alluring and throbbing looks, they parted.

Laura still felt hollow inside and desolate from the loss of Jonelle, but as she waited for Karen to show up, she realized how horny she really was. I mean, before now I've been used to having twenty or thirty orgasms a week, she thought. It may seem excessive, but that's what I've been used to. No wonder I feel this way.

She felt restless, and hungry, and eager. She couldn't sit down. When the lobby buzzer rang, she could feel a hot, tingling sensation start deep inside her cunt, and it didn't stop. God, this is just the way it always is with us, she thought. We're both so hungry for it that we end up doing those awful things to each other.

And when she opened the door for Karen, she could see Karen felt the same way. The same sharp, pulsing, hot, dangerous hunger glistened in her dark eyes.

"We'd better go slow," she said softly, "or we're likely to kill each other."

"I know," Laura nodded.

She made them drinks, and they talked for a while, luxuriating in the percolating sexual feelings that were flowing between them, enjoying the anticipation. Soon they started kissing, slowly, patiently, reacquainting their mouths, until there wasn't any way to stop the sharp hunger they both felt from surfacing.

"Oh, I want to fuck you so much!" Karen whispered in Laura's ear.

"Let's go in the bedroom and do it right," Laura whispered back.

"You know," Karen said, mischievously, "I left my goody bag down in my car. I could bring it up now, before we get undressed."

"We decided not to."

"I know." Karen tried to look guilty. "But I have this fantastic new thing I was hoping to try out with you."

"What is it?"

Karen grinned. "I'm not telling."

"Oh god, go get it, then," Laura said, giving in.

While Karen was gone, Laura realized that they had really blown it. Their one chance to have normal sex, without sadism and wild perversion, was gone. They had left the gate open now, and the hot rush she felt confirmed her suspicion that that was what they wanted. They would have found a way to open it, no matter what. There would be pain in the next few hours, hot, physical pain, and insane whimperings of bliss. Kissing Karen had already made her wet, but this thought made her pussy gush with warm fuck juice.

Her pulse quickened. When Karen got back with the black bag, they locked the door and went into the bedroom. As always, Laura closed the bedroom door. Karen put the bag on Laura's vanity chair, knowing as Laura did that they wouldn't dip into it until a hour or two of fucking had primed them for the more ingenious technologies of sex. But just the sight of it sitting there, waiting for them, was enough to jack up both girls' lust to the boiling point.

"You know, we really aren't good for each other," Laura murmured, taking the ravishing, full-bodied black girl into her arms and kissing her passionately.

"Mmmmm, I think you're wrong," Karen murmured back. "You wouldn't want to be doing this with anybody else."

"Maybe you're right."

Laura unbuttoned Karen's blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. She kissed Karen's neck, her clavicles, the upper slopes of her breasts, still encased in a yellow lacey bra. She dipped her face between them.

"I still can't believe these, every time I see them," she said.

Karen's breasts were larger than those of any other woman she had slept with, by now a fairly big number. Rina, Brandi, Yvette, Chanitra, Sandra, Jonelle, Barbara, Cassandra. Only Shawn had bigger breasts, but they were surgically enlarged. But just because Karen's were bigger didn't mean they were shapeless, or flabby. On the contrary, they were beautifully shaped, like large bursting pears with the largest gleaming puffy black nipples Laura had ever seen.

Slowly, she reached behind Karen and unclasped the bra. The straps slid down Karen's arms and the bra cups fell away from her breasts. Laura took them in her hands, rubbing and pinching Karen's big soft nipples between her thumbs and forefingers. Karen's eyes rolled up.

Laura pulled her down onto the bed and began feasting hungrily on Karen's beautiful breasts, tonguing and sucking her plump, bursting nipples while squeezing the hard round balls with her fingers, until Karen was shaking uncontrollably.

"Oh, I love to suck them," Laura murmured, pinching Karen's wet, stiff black nipples, making the girl moan excitedly.

"Ohhhnnnn... oh god, Laura, do it, do it hard!" she moaned, twisting and squirming as Laura gave in to her wishes. "Oh... nobody can do it like you do!"

Laura was still fully clothed herself, but she knew this aroused Karen so much, and her too, that there was no waiting. She devoured Karen's breasts, dropping one hand to the button and zipper of Karen's skirt and unfastening them, then pulling the skirt off and helping Karen slip out of her panties without taking her mouth off Karen's wet, erect nipples. By now Karen was whooping softly and mewling, holding her own breasts in her hands and pushing them into Laura's mouth.

And Laura was sucking harder and now even gently biting her nipples, sending Karen into paroxysms of wild, urgent need.

"Oh yes... oh yes!" she panted. "God... yes, do it, harder, bite harder, Laura, please!"

Laura did bite harder, and Karen began undulating and writhing and whimpering hysterically, clearly on the verge of her first orgasm. Laura slid down and found her pussy so wet that the juices smeared her inner thighs. She licked it passionately, feeling Karen's body stiffen with heightened excitement.

"Oh god yes Laura I'm going to come now do it please!" she whimpered.

Karen grabbed her own breasts, sucking and biting her own nipples while Laura sucked her pussy. And in only a few seconds she seemed literally to explode with coming.

"Aungghh!" she cried out. Her luscious body arched, quivering, and she sunk her own teeth into her nipple, suddenly jerking in terrible spasms as a horrific climax wrenched her body. "Anngghiieeee!" she cried out, thrashing wildly as the spasms ripped through her. "Oh! Ohhhhh!"

It was a fierce, quick, jolting orgasm that left her panting and glassy-eyed. But as it waned, both of them began giggling as they looked at each other, Karen dazed and ravished, naked and well- fucked on her back, and Laura still primly clothed in her business suit.

Karen sat up, her eyes smouldering, even as she tried to control her giggle. "Here, allow me," she said in a husky voice, helping Laura remove her jacket.

Then she slowly undressed Laura, taking her time, removing each garment separately and kissing and caressing every inch of Laura's body as it was exposed, until Laura was quivering at each touch of her lips. Karen removed Laura's bra with the same slow attention that Laura had used in removing hers.

"I hope you haven't been letting any of those other girls touch these," she kidded softly, cupping Laura's perfect breasts in both palms.

"Oh, of course I haven't," Laura whispered.

"These are mine."

"They're yours."

"And I'm going to kiss them and suck them until you beg me to stop."

"Oh... please," Laura sighed as she felt Karen's lips close over one of her aching nipples and draw it into her warm, wet mouth.

Karen, of course, knew her business, knew where all Laura's hot buttons were, and now it was Laura who was on her back, being thoroughly, devastatingly fucked by someone who knew every trick. In about three minutes she was groaning through a tumultuous, wrenching orgasm, gagging and whinnying on the fierce sensations as Karen kept them coming.

During the next hour, using their experience of each other's bodies, they each climaxed five more times, each one more intense than the last, until they knew they were ready for the more exciting perversions. Laura could usually tell when they both began to grow groggy with sex, overstimulated and hungry for even more excruciating orgasms. They fed on one another, goading one another to higher levels of sensation, until they were both throbbing with a need that couldn't be slaked by an ordinary climax.

She knew it when she had one of Karen's large, bulging, black nipples, wet with her saliva and stiff with excitement, between her teeth, and Karen begged her to bite it.

"Do it bite it do it honey," she panted, looking down at Laura's mouth.