Chapter 60

Laura finally got a letter from Jonelle. She was so upset when she saw the handwriting on the envelope that she felt faint and had to take a few deep breaths before locking her mailbox again. It was postmarked Dallas, Texas, and she nearly ripped the envelope trying to get it open in the elevator, on the way up to her apartment.

Dear Laura,

You know I would have written you sooner if I could. It's not easy even now. But I'm not writing to hurt you back, or twist the knife, or anything like that. For a long time I thought I wouldn't need to write you at all. But something inside me makes me need to tell you that I really did love you, a love so deep it scared me. And I don't blame you for what you did. I know you and Yvette were lovers before you met me, and it's hard to turn your back on that. I probably would have lied, too.

Now that I know we won't see each other again, I can tell you that I still think of you often. I also remember the times we spent together. All of them. Nothing like that ever happened to me in my life. And I won't ever do it again, because there won't be anyone else like you. And the thought of doing it with someone else makes me sick.

I think of you all the time and I still love you, I think. I'm crying now and can't finish this as I wanted to. But don't feel bad because of me. And I don't hate you. Be careful who you let... oh you know.

Love,

Jonelle

Laura's hands were shaking by the end. Her own eyes blurred with tears. And worst of all, she could feel herself getting wet as she read it. She hated herself for that, for being so sexual, for letting lust interfere with her deep, pure, true longing for Jonelle.

And yet, even Jonelle had referred to it in her letter, which Laura read about fifty times before dinner. Jonelle had said she remembered their moments together. All of them. That told Laura she remembered every kiss, every touch, every orgasm. And Laura remembered each one too, there had been so few.

Her first thought was, God, I've got to fly to Dallas and just search until I find her! But her common sense told her that would not work. There were a thousand barriers to finding Jonelle, and Laura couldn't just leave her job, either. But neither could she give up the hope of seeing her again. After all, Jonelle had written She said she loves me, Laura thought. She didn't have to write, and she didn't have to write that. So there's hope.

After her wild afternoon with Shawn and Yvette, Laura hadn't had sex for nearly two weeks. It was always hard for Yvette to get away, and of course she saw Karen only rarely. She had called Barbara once, but Barbara was out of town for the holidays. That left only Chanitra, and Laura had always waited for Chanitra to contact her. You couldn't exactly be calling up a teenaged girl for a fuck-date, especially when you were the same sex.

And so when Karen phoned, she was very receptive, even happy. Oh god, you saved me from myself, she thought as they talked. And yet that wasn't really true, since they both brought out, if not the worst, certainly the most depraved side, in each other. Last time Karen had even asked to be whipped in the pussy, and Laura had obliged her. Karen had had excruciating orgasms, and Laura could feel her blood race just remembering it. But it was also appalling. She was appalled that Karen would ask for it, and that she herself would do it.

And so they were both skittish about getting together again, as usual. "So, what do you think? Should we see each other?" Karen asked, tentatively, feeling Laura out.

"Do you think we can control... you know, the urges?" Laura asked.

"I don't know. We never have yet."

"I know."

"But the more we talk about it, the more aroused I'm getting."

"Me too."

"You want to come over here?"

"Okay," Laura said. "But no... whipping this time. Okay?"

"Of course. No... what you said."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

But Laura could feel them both losing control even as she drove to Karen's apartment. The two of them were like colliding trains. When they got together naked, anything could happen, and usually did. With each other they were both deeply perverted, and as long as it didn't draw blood, they were capable of nearly anything.

Laura particularly remembered the red rings that Karen's tight thongs had left around her breasts just before her second night with Jonelle. She recalled how anxious she had been that Jonelle would discover them, how embarrassed she was when Jonelle did see them, but also how shockingly hard she came when Karen had done it.

Somehow the linkage with Jonelle in her mind made her blood race even more wildly. She needed the hot, depraved, even painful sex with Karen to blot out the hurt.

Karen met her at the door wearing a diaphanous peach shortie nightgown, looking absolutely ravishing. One look at her and Laura briefly wondered why she herself bothered with other girls. This one gave her everything she could imagine, including a strong, almost toxic, dose of perversion.

Karen's large, beautifully-shaped breasts were shadowed fetchingly under the peach gauzy fabric, the large protruding bulbs of her black nipples making alluring bumps in it.

"God, I could eat you alive," Laura said to her, stepping inside.

"I was hoping you'd feel that way," Karen smiled, closing the door and slowly, theatrically fastening the bolt. "You may get your chance."

Laura reached for her, but Karen moved back, smiling seductively. "I want it. I want you," Laura murmured.

"Not so fast," Karen smiled, eyes glittering with mischief. "How about a little build-up?"

"I haven't had a climax in two weeks," Laura said. "I'm desperately horny, and you're gorgeous."

"You all say that," Karen winked. "Just want me for my body."

"And what a body."

"You like?" Karen pirouetted, showing her profile.

"How does rape sound?"

"Mmmmm, not violent enough," Karen grinned.

Laura came closer. "I want to tie you up and fuck you," she breathed.

Karen's eyes rolled up. "Oh god yes!"

She embraced Laura, undressing her as they kissed. Laura slipped her hands under the nightgown and ran them all over Karen's smooth, warm body. Karen's lips on her neck made her cunt flood with warm juice, and her pulse raced as she felt her shirt sliding off her arms, and Karen's fingers unclasping her bra.

"In the bedroom," Laura whispered to her, "in the bedroom. Come on, let's go in there."

"It's been too long," Karen said, filling her hands with Laura's perfect naked breasts.

"I know."

Without letting go of one another, they somehow got into Karen's bedroom. Laura kicked off her shoes and dropped her skirt in under two seconds. Karen knelt, kissing Laura's smooth creamy belly while skimming Laura's panties down her spectacular legs.

Laura wanted Karen's delectable body too, but Karen was too insistent. Before Laura knew it, Karen had her on her back, was hovering over her, scooping up her breasts, then nearly swallowing them, bringing harsh, ecstatic moans from deep in Laura's throat. And then she was licking Laura's pussy, then attacking it passionately, making Laura arch and quiver and cry out.

And then a sharp, sudden, devastating orgasm wrenched her, without warning.

"Aungghh! Oh god!" she groaned, shocked by the fierce uprush of coming. "Ohnnggmnnnaauunnggh!"

Unlike most of her orgasms, this one buckled her body, throwing her into wild, convulsive spasms of blinding pleasure. She jerked spastically, grunting and moaning helplessly, until it released her, then lay panting and dazed as Karen's smiling face looked down at her.

"Gosh, you really know how to make a girl feel welcome, don't you," she croaked up at Karen.

"You were telling the truth about being horny," Karen smiled.

"Mmmmm, I still am," Laura grinned, sliding her hands under Karen's diaphanous nightgown and up her delicious smooth body to her dangling breasts. "I want these.

Karen reached down and slowly pulled the wispy nightie up, pulling it over her head. Her magnificent breasts swelled and thrusted forward as she raised her arms. Her large satiny black nipples gleamed, the areolas swollen and puffy, the center stems thick and protruding, and Laura thought in a flash of the difference between Karen's and Shawn's breasts.

Both of them had large breasts, though now Shawn's were ridiculously big. But Karen's were beautifully-shaped, pear-shaped though large, her nipples swelling and uptilting, whereas Shawn had really ruined hers for the sake of men who liked big boobs. Shawn's breasts were too unnaturally round, and her nipples were now flattened across the hard balls, with only a little bit of each center nub pushing up.

Laura had always loved Karen's breasts, and now, still lying on her back with Karen dangling the full, upswept beauties in her face, she took one firm globe in both hands and swirled her tongue around Karen's large, protruding nipple. Karen watched eagerly, her eyes glowing and throbbing excitedly as her nipple slowly disappeared into Laura's mouth.

"Oh Jesus!" she said, under her breath. "God... Laura!"

Laura squeezed the firm breast with her fingers and sucked Karen's nipple passionately, until Karen's arms, which were propping her up over Laura, began to shake. Laura let the wet nipple out of her mouth, staring hotly up at Karen. Then she took Karen's other breast in her hands and did the same thing to it.

By the time she finally released the second wet nipple, Karen was moaning and shaking. Quickly, she left the bed, opened a dresser drawer, and returned with... the long leather thongs. Laura could feel a hot squirt of heightened sexual excitement in herself as she saw them.

"You want to go right to it?" she asked softly, running her hands all over Karen's delectable breasts, gently pinching the large, sensitive nipples she had just been sucking.

"You said you wanted to tie me up and fuck me," Karen said, dark eyes throbbing. "Here's your chance."

Laura looked at the girl's incredible, jutting breasts, their swollen, damp nipples still glimmering with her own saliva. "I've never been able to turn you down," she murmured, solemnly.

"I know," Karen said, handing the thongs to Laura.

Slowly, since both of them got an extra charge out of the very process, Laura began to wrap the thongs around Karen's breasts. They both watched as each dark globe began to swell. Karen's huge nipples began to swell too, bursting off the surface of her bulging, throttled breasts, two hard strangled balls of flesh now with protruding black bulbs exploding out from the centers.

Holding the strands of the thongs tightly in one hand, Laura shook the taut, swollen balls of Karen's breasts back and forth, teasing Karen's bursting nipples with the tip of her tongue.

"Ohh!" Karen gasped, wincing and panting excitedly as her distended nipples danced past Laura's mouth, lashed by Laura's tongue. "Unhh! Oh god! Oh shit... Laura... please!" she whimpered, quivering uncontrollably.

"Mmmmm, I see they're still as sensitive as ever," Laura murmured, teasing Karen more heatedly now, catching her nipples between her teeth and threatening the very brutal treatment that Karen was begging for.

"Oh! Oh... oh god!" Karen moaned. "The gag, baby, the gag. I can't take it."

"Where is it?" Laura asked.

"Same drawer."

"You'll have to wait while I tie this knot."

Carefully, adding insult to injury, she wrapped the thongs a few more times around Karen's bursting, tortured breasts, then knotted them at the side. Both girls were shaking, so quickly had they plunged one another into the depraved mania of their wild shared perversions. Laura found the gag and had it fastened in place on Karen's head in under a minute, the ball tightly between Karen's teeth.

"Now, baby, now..." she threatened in a husky, quavering, lust-clotted voice, pulling Karen down on the sheet, lowering her lips to the girl's bursting, tortured breasts, and bringing one hand up between Karen's quivering, sleek, black thighs at the same time.

Karen was almost coming already, her pussy so wet that the warm juice was running down the inside her of smooth thighs. She whimpering hysterically and churned her hips, arching her back to push her tortured breasts up into Laura's face.

"God, you're so wet," Laura said, feeling her fingers bathed in Karen's buttery juices as she slid two of them up into the girl's hot, squirmy trench.

This time there would be no steamy build-up. They had got to it so fast, and Laura knew they were on a collision course. The instant her fingers touched Karen's pussy, Karen's body began undulating wildly. Laura sucked one large, bursting nipple into her mouth, sucking hard, then closing her teeth over it, biting it and hearing Karen's strangled cries, muffled by the ball in her mouth.

Karen's flipping, surging body went out of control, and Laura had no choice but to fuck her roughly and completely, without any delay. She plunged her fingers into Karen's runny slit, releasing the first nipple and quickly sinking her teeth into the other one, fucking Karen hard, scissoring Karen's clit and yanking it brutally. Karen spilled over in shocking torrents of coming almost immediately.

"Nnnggmmmmmphh!" she grunted into the ball gag, her eyes fiery, demented by paralyzing jolts of ecstacy.

Still holding the thongs tightly in one hand, Laura shook Karen's imprisoned breasts sharply, continuing to suck and bite Karen's huge, swollen, wet nipples savagely, while her other hand raped Karen's pussy. There was no other word for it but rape as she gouged another, and yet another wrenching, incapacitating orgasm from Karen's flexing, clenching, shuddering body.

Finally, after three horrific climaxes, Karen's muscles went slack. She fell back to the mattress, gasping horribly for breath through the gag, which Laura quickly unfastened. Then she lay keening and sobbing softly from the release, as Laura gently unwound the thongs from the girl's tortured breasts and tried to caress them back to life.

"God, I didn't know you were going to try to kill me," Karen half-croaked, smiling at Laura, tears still staining her cheeks.