Chapter 220

Laura had not seen Karen for months. Not only did she work in another part of the company, at another location, but their relationship had become so... depraved, Laura thought-there was no other word for it-that both of them seemed to tacitly agree to suspend it, for a while or for good, until they could somehow move it in a healthier direction. At least this was what Laura felt, since they had never discussed it.

Further, they always seemed to come together just when one or the other was suffering some disappointment over a sexual betrayal or jealousy that needed assuaging, and this frequently motivated them to drug their senses with ingeniously sadistic and masochistic sex. It was quite possible, Laura reflected, to forget your emotional pain when your flesh was burning and throbbing from sexual escapades that resulted in excruciating, intense orgasms as well as welts, rope burns, bruises, and teeth marks, ravaged nipples and aching orifices.

So she knew why her thoughts had turned to Karen at this juncture. Her night with April had been a wonderful delight, but when she got home the next day, she could not avoid thinking about Randi, Deshona, even the rejection she felt from Tamara. It was crushing, really. Wrenching. Her mind was assailed by fantasy images of Rhonda with her mouth pressed to Randi's pussy, of Randi writhing and moaning and coming hard, as Laura had made her come so many times.

Even though she had never met or seen Deshona's husband, she knew Deshona had let him fuck her again. She knew there was some long-time, deep connection between them that she could never share. She remembered how Deshona had loved being fucked from behind, having her peerless back caressed and kissed. Laura had fucked her that way with the double-dildo, but Deshona had said that her husband used to fuck her that way all the time, before their divorce. Laura couldn't get out of her mind the images she saw of them doing it.

All this made her frantic with jealous pain, and she went through the motions of daily life as if in a stunned trance. She had to attend a wedding of one of her friends at work that weekend, and at the wedding she ran into-of all people-Karen. They saw each other in the church, their eyes catching suddenly, electrically, and Laura could think of nothing else throughout the ceremony.

At the reception, which was held at a nearby country club, they quickly found one another. "Come over here," Laura said under her breath, pulling Karen into a small room next to the main one where the party was going on.

Karen was wearing a tight-fitting dress the color of fresh cream, which hugged every curve of her beautiful body and accentuated the smooth, rich black hue of her skin. She had lost weight and looked impossibly gorgeous to Laura, who found herself thinking the familiar 'Did I really sleep with this ravishing woman? Over and over?'. She couldn't take her eyes off Karen, and she knew they were telegraphing her desire very clearly.

"God, it feels like it's been ages," she said, when they were alone, or semi-alone, since the small room opened out with no door into the bigger one.

Karen smiled, her eyes pulsing, devouring Laura in the same way. "You look like you've been sick," she said, raising one affectionate finger to Laura's cheek. "You're pale, Laura. But you sure are a sight for sore eyes."

"And you lost weight," Laura said, using it as an excuse to again let her eyes roam hungrily all over Karen's delicious body.

"Ten pounds," Karen said, doing a proud little pirouette. "I was getting a little porky."

Laura's eyes dropped briefly to Karen's magnificent breasts. Karen was not thin and willowy, or small and compactly-built, like most of Laura's girls. She was a voluptuous, full-figured woman with jutting breasts and full hips, and it was true that even a small amount of weight could make her look heavy. But her breasts seemed undiminished by her weight loss. They pushed out spectacularly through the fabric of her tight dress.

"I see that everything is still in tip-top shape, though," Laura murmured in a sexy undertone.

A tiny, knowing smirk tugged one corner of Karen's wildly sensual mouth. "What are you doing after the party?"

"I don't know if I can wait until after the party," Laura whispered, looking down at Karen's deep, very seductive cleavage.

"I have to ditch my escort," Karen said, looking around nervously.

"Boyfriend?"

She shook her head. "Boss. He knows the groom. Actually," her dark eyes glinted mischievously, "he wants to be my boyfriend. I think he's hoping to score right after we leave here."

"How are you going to get rid of him?"

"I could get sick. I could drink one of those strawberry daquiris and then vomit it on him. He'll know I'm sick after that, girl."

They both broke up with laughter. But Laura knew Karen was serious. She knew it because both of them could barely keep their hands off each other, even though they were in public. Their eyes gave them away. They wanted to fuck so badly that almost anything that stood in their way would be swept aside.

"Are you sure you'll be able to bring it off?" Laura asked through her laughter.

Karen theatrically poked two fingers down her throat to indicate her technique. Then she made a vomit gesture, and a stricken face. It was quite convincing. "You still remember the way to my place?"

The wedding was in Piedmont, and since Karen lived in the Easy Bay, her place was closest.

"I could never forget it," Laura said, fixing Karen with her eyes, letting them smolder with her intentions.

Karen put a hand on Laura's wrist. "You better not look at me like that or I might just leave with you right now, without even making excuses."

Laura looked at her mouth, her sensual lips, wanting to kiss her desperately, savagely, wanting to tear her clothes off. She hadn't felt this sexually hungry for a while, this consumed by wild hunger. She sensed that Karen felt the same way.

"When should I leave?"

Karen looked at her watch. Laura was so hungry for her that she wanted to grab her arm and kiss her smooth, velvety black skin and suck her forearm muscle in a hot fit of lust. "Give me twenty minutes, just to make it look good," Karen said.

"He'll want to take you home, if you're sick."

Karen winked. "That's the point, right? You better park down the street and wait until you see me go in. Don't want him to think I faked it so I could be with you."

Laura was thrilled. "Do you want to be with me?"

"Girl... we're gonna have one hot party of our own," Karen said under her breath, with a devastating glance.

Suddenly, all of Laura's depression seemed to fly out the window. So what if Randi was allowing Rhonda to fuck her beautiful brains out. So what if Deshona was getting a major league plowing from her ex-husband. Laura's blood was pounding through her body, and her pussy oozed with warm juices as she watched Karen leaving the room in search of her 'escort'.

Oh god, she thought, feeling the pulse beat in her throat. Oh god, I've missed her! She felt her knees trembling and knew she could not make any more trivial conversation with anybody but had to get out of there fast, before her juices began trickling down her leg.

She went to her car and drove directly to Karen's apartment, parking as she had promised down the street and waiting. Instead of twenty minutes, she had to wait nearly an hour. During that time she relived many of the moments they had shared: stirring sexual encounters, both emotional and physical, including ingenious sexual tortures that both embarrassed and inflamed her to recall. She couldn't believe she had let anybody do some of those things to her, or that she had done them in return.

By the time Karen appeared, Laura was, she knew, overheated. She tried to act cool and collected as she watched Karen get out of the car, accompanied by a tall, well-dressed white male, who helped her to the front door of the building. Karen seemed very wobbly on her feet, befitting the performance she was giving of being ill. Laura was so far away that she could see little else. She realized that Karen was insisting to the man that she would be all right.

Laura waited until he got back into his car and left. Then she locked her own car and went to the front door of the apartment building. She didn't even have to ring. Karen had lurked inside the lobby, and without a word she opened the door for Laura to let her in.

"Come in, quick! I don't want him to see us."

"He won't," Laura reassured her. "He drove off."

"He wanted to come up. 'Just to make sure you're all right.'"

Laura let her eyes run up and down Karen's body again, very alluring in her tight, thin, cream-colored dress that contrasted so starkly with her smooth black skin. "I can see why. Did you vomit? I don't see any on your dress."

Karen looked guilty. "I threw up all over his suit. God, I'm such a bad girl," she giggled. She lowered her voice to a potent whisper. "Maybe you can punish me for being such a bad girl. Know what I mean?"

Laura knew exactly what she meant and could feel both of their blood temperatures shoot up at the thought. But she had been hoping that this time, as she had hoped in vain in the past, their sex could veer away from the violence and pain they had grown accustomed to with each other.

Karen's apartment was on the first floor, and as they walked down the corridor to it, Laura said, softly, "I know what you mean... but I was hoping we could, you know, go back to what we had in the beginning."

Karen turned to her before opening the door to her apartment, her eyes wide, glistening, throbbing with sexual heat and also the deep, resonant connection they shared from having been each other's first. "I've missed you, Laura," she whispered.

She opened the door and they went inside. Laura watched while Karen elaborately triple-locked her door. She lived on the ground floor in a slightly less safe neighborhood than Laura's, and she took no chances.

Finished, she turned to Laura. Without speaking, they embraced and kissed, very slowly, romantically, sensually, exploring one another's mouth with their tongues, slipping their hands under one another's coat to get their fingers that much closer to their warm flesh. Laura kissed Karen's smooth neck, then her black ear, nibbling her earlobe.

"I think we might go back to the beginning very easily," Karen breathed. "When neither of us had ever done this before."

"And I couldn't believe how much I wanted you when I saw you naked for the first time, by accident."

Karen raised a playful eyebrow. "It wasn't no accident, girl," she murmured.

"Really?"

They kissed again, growing more passionate this time, a searching, probing, hungrier kiss. They both shed their coats clumsily in the middle of kissing, never stopping, letting the coats fall at their feet, digging their fingers into each other's body now, through their clothes.

"Really," Karen panted as their lips came apart. "I know people like my body. I wanted to see if you did too."

Laura smiled coyly. "Want to see if I like it as much now as I did then?"

"I guess you do. You looked like you wanted to rip my dress off at the wedding. I knew we had to get out of there before everybody else realized how we were feeling."

They walked hand in hand to Karen's bedroom. Laura was overwhelmed by deep emotions as well as burning sexual desire for Karen. She never had loved Karen in quite the same way she loved Jonelle, or Trina, or Charise, or Randi, or Deshona. (The thought of Deshona and Randi sparked a fleeting hot ember of wild jealousy alive in the pit of her stomach.) God, it was even embarrassing to list so many in her mind. How can I love them all? she wondered.

But for Karen she always felt a deep, throbbing, warm, lasting intimacy and profound affection rooted in the fact that they had discovered girl-girl sex together. They had also pushed it to its farther limits and endured together scorching sexual experiences that forever linked them, physical memories that would never be surpassed. She knew Karen felt the same, and between them there was an unspoken trust and care that was very different from the wild, hungry, desperate love Laura often felt for other girls.

Also, their sexual hunger for one another had never diminished.

"These are some expensive clothes," Karen said, running a finger along the sleeve of Laura's dress. "I think we better take them off carefully before we get into the hot stuff." Her eyes laughed and danced with sexual promise.

They were indeed expensive. Laura had bought her dress at Sak's, for a small fortune, and she knew she looked as good as Stephanie Seymour had ever looked in anything. Under it she wore a shockingly sexy pale green thong that barely covered her pussy, now all swollen and damp from sexual excitement. Her skimpy bra matched the thong, but it was diaphanous, showing her large round coral nipples through the mesh.

Karen's dress was equally stylish and expensive, and as she slowly, seductively removed it, for Laura's enjoyment, her sexy underwear inflamed Laura's desire. It was black lace, the panties cut high on the hip, the bra dipping low between her magnificent, jutting breasts. The full globes seemed to spill out of the cups, and Laura realized that whatever weight Karen had shed, it had not come from these gorgeous, hard, upswept gourds of flesh.

Before Karen could remove the bra, Laura stepped closer and lowered her face into the deep valley between the full, round globes, planting a kiss between them, which took some doing since they were so large that she had to push her face down into the cleavage. She moved her lips up from the deep valley to Karen's smooth chest, her neck, her jaw, then attacked her mouth heatedly, stabbing her tongue deep into it.

Laura's bra unfastened in front between the cups, and while they were kissing Karen unclasped it. She peeled the fabric away and cupped Laura's small, perfect, naked breasts in her palms, squeezing them, then drawing her fingers out to Laura's swelling, puffy nipples, pinching them gently.

"Girl, I think I want to swallow these," she whispered. "Been a long time."

Reaching around with both hands, Laura also unclasped Karen's bra. She skimmed the thin straps off Karen's shoulders. They both wriggled out of the flimsy garments, letting them fall. Laura raised her hands to Karen's large breasts, caressing them, rubbing Karen's big, swelling black nipples with her fingertips.

"Who goes first?" she murmured.

Without speaking, Karen slid Laura's thong down her thighs, then slipped off her own bikini panties. She pulled Laura to the bed, yanking down the spread and blankets with one hand, exposing the broad expanse of sheet. Laura couldn't take her eyes off Karen's voluptuous naked body, the first woman's body she had ever made love to, still a thrilling one, curvaceous and smooth and black, very enticing.

Karen's breasts were large, jiggling and bobbling as they lay down together on the bed, and Laura was all over them in an instant, filling her hands with the springy, resilient globes, and licking Karen's large nipples hungrily, while Karen watched.

"I certainly have missed your approach," she purred softly to Laura as Laura devoured her puffy black nipples, now sucking them voraciously, taking each one deep into her mouth and pulling on it sharply with her lips, making Karen mewl excitedly. "Oh! Oh yes... oh yes, Laura! God, you really know how to do it!"

Laura got the idea, while devouring these smooth, delicious dark mounds of flesh, to exchange the clever tortures they usually employed for the exquisite torture of delay, which she had actually perfected with Karen but not used for a while. She would bring Karen repeatedly to the very brink of an orgasm but refuse to let her come for a long time, until the ultimate explosion was a true killer. But first she had to detour from their usual direction.

"Bite them!" Karen panted hoarsely, watching Laura's fingers dig into the springy flesh of her breasts, watching Laura suck her nipples hard and deep. "Please... oh please, Laura, bite them! I haven't felt it for so long."

"Mmmm," Laura purred, refusing, only the first of her refusals, but continuing to tease and sweetly torment Karen's erect, wet nipples until Karen's eyes were swimming in a delirium of sexual need. "I might. But first I'm going to make you beg, darling."

"Ohhhhh Laura!"

Karen was twisting and panting, and Laura began to kiss her naked body everywhere, exploring her delicious dark skin and smooth flesh, renewing her acquaintance with the body she had first touched this way, kissing Karen's smooth stomach, the bulging undersides of her heavy, large breasts, her scrumptious smooth black thighs, her hips, her waist, newly slim, her soft, palpitating belly, finally arriving at the blossoming wet gash of her beautiful, open-lipped pussy.

But before she could press her mouth to it, Karen pulled her up, kissing her urgently, digging her fingers into Laura's ass, raping her mouth. "Oh no you don't," she panted, squeezing Laura's breasts, dropping her mouth to them. "Two can play this game."

She began to devour Laura's naked body just as hungrily as Laura had devoured hers. Like many others, she had always loved and envied Laura's breasts, small, perfectly shaped, with swelling, puffy coral nipples, so tempting to the tongue. She sucked Laura's nipples passionately with her very sensual lips, laving them in warm spittle and lip-pinching them cleverly, until Laura was as aroused as she had made Karen. She was quivering, twisting, panting, feverish, holding Karen's head, pushing her aching breasts up into Karen's hungry mouth.

"Oh god, baby..." she gasped. "You're making me so excited. I want it so bad."

"I want you so bad. Lie back, I'm going to fuck you. It's been a long time since I got to fuck you, Laura."

Laura had no choice. Karen was very aggressive, rubbing her body against Laura so that Laura could feel the large globes of Karen's firm breasts pressing against her stomach, her belly, as Karen voraciously sucked her throbbing nipples. Karen had dropped down between Laura's thighs before Laura knew quite what was happening, and her mouth against Laura's wet, aching pussy brought a low groan of unbelievable pleasure involuntarily from deep in Laura's chest.

"Ohnnnnnggggg!" she moaned, arching her back, tossing her head, feeling Karen's tongue slip up deep into her pussy.

She knew she was going to come immediately. She was always a quick comer, and Karen was pouring it on full-steam, opening Laura's pussy with her fingers and licking and stabbing and slurping it ardently.

"Oh god... oh Karen, yes! Right there! Unghh! Unghh! Oh god, I'm going to come, honey!"

Karen chuckled softly, sliding two fingers into Laura's burbling pussy and attacking Laura's clit with her tongue mercilessly. "Good, you go right ahead. I want you to come," she murmured.

Overcome by an excess of passion, she pushed Laura's thighs up to expose her glistening pussy even more, sucking and tonguing it so heatedly that Laura was quickly overcome by shockwaves of coming.

"Oh! Oh!" Laura gasped.

Then the bed opened up and swallowed her. A fierce, quick orgasm wrenched her body, nearly knocking her out, squeezing the breath out of her as wave after wave of intense spasms shook her flesh. She writhed and arched again, shuddering and mewling in tiny, faraway squeals as the last electric charges made her wince, then collapse, panting and stunned, on the bed.

Karen, pleased with her work, slid up Laura's body, kissing it along the way, until she was face to face again with Laura. She smiled, a warm, friendly, deeply affectionate smile. "It's been a while since I got the pleasure of doing that," she said.

She propped herself up by placing her hands on either side of Laura's head, then dangled the marvelous, magnificent full dark globes of her breasts in Laura's face, brushing Laura's lips with her huge, silky, puffed-up nipples. Dazed and stunned as she was, still tingling and throbbing from an immense climax, Laura had no trouble in rising to the wildly desirable bait.

She chased Karen's nipples with her lips, finally catching one full, swaying breast in both hands and feeding Karen's large nipple into her mouth, pulling on it thirstily. Giving a throaty gurgle of excitement, Karen threw her head back and smiled, pushing her breast down into Laura's face. They rolled onto their sides, and Laura resumed devouring Karen's large breasts and gleaming nipples until Karen was whimpering softly.

"If you gon' make me beg, girl, you're getting mighty close," she whimpered to Laura, caressing her head as Laura sucked her hard and heatedly. "Bite them, Laura. Please."

"Mmmm, is that what you want?" Laura teased.

"Yes! Bite me. I love it when you bite me. I come so hard."

"Oh, I don't think we're going to have to worry about that," Laura smiled, with a lilt in her voice.

Laura wanted to. They had done it so often, and Laura knew how Karen reacted. Her wet, swollen, black nipples, pulpy and thick and erect in Laura's warm mouth, were wildly tempting, delicious, sensitive. She could feel Karen's body quiver when she sucked them. I will give in, I will do it, she thought. But only at the end.

For now she sucked and pinched them until Karen was truly frantic with need. Then she pushed her onto her back and slithered down her undulating, voluptuous, fleshy dark body to her crotch, kissing Karen's silky flesh every inch of the way. She knew that making Laura come had aroused Karen further, as it always did Laura, so that now she was even closer to coming than she had been before she had interrupted Laura the first time.

Her cunt was a soupy mess, flowing with juices, inflamed and blossoming, so wet that even her dense black bush glistened with droplets of fuck nectar. Laura wanted to devour it as Karen had just devoured hers, attacking and sucking and slurping it until Karen exploded in a hot fury of coming. But she knew Karen was so aroused that the slightest touch might send her over, and she wanted to prolong it as much as she could.

"Oh! Unhhhh! Oh Laura... oh please!" Karen panted, knowing Laura wanted her to beg.

But it was not the true, desperate, delirious begging that Laura wanted to hear. Not yet. Carefully, she brushed away the wet crotch hairs from Karen's swollen cuntlips, then spread them with her thumbs to reveal the glistening ruby interior of Karen's hungry pussy. I love this woman's pussy, she thought. The very first pussy I ever tasted. So tangy and hot and wet.

Carefully, she extended her tongue, slipping the tip of it between Karen's cuntlips, which she held open with her fingers, slowly burrowing her tongue into the center of Karen's pussy. Karen was so wet that her juices seemed to flow over Laura's tongue, raising her own sexual excitement another notch. Slowly, she fucked Karen's pussy with her tongue, hearing the girl moan and mewl, feeling Karen's pelvis quiver with fresh excitement.

"Ohhhnnnnn! Ohnnnn Laura... anngghhh! Oh yes... oh yes! Oh god!"

She began churning her pelvis so rapidly, frantically, that Laura was afraid she was going to come. Quickly, she pulled back, withdrawing her tongue from Karen's pussy and kissing the warm smooth flesh of her inner thighs, even squeezing her round, hard buns to distract her, to draw the sensation away from her over-stimulated pussy. This worked, and Karen's frantic surging and churning lessened. Her breath slowed a little.

"Oh god... you bitch, make me come!" she gasped, her eyes bleary and glassy from sexual frustration as she glowered at Laura.