Chapter 175

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."