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       Chapter 307





       Laura was interrupted in the middle of a meeting by the pool 
secretary who worked for her as well as five other managers.  "Can't they 
call back?" she asked the secretary.

       "Says it's urgent.  Kind of nasty, if you know what I mean."

       Laura excused herself and went to her office, which fortunately was 
no more than twenty yards from the meeting room.

       "You better be running to answer this phone, lady," said Dawn on the 
other end, her voice brimming with mirth and sass.  "I remember when you 
couldn't wait for me to call.  You avoiding me or something?  Your home 
number is shut off.  I thought you might have died or moved to Afghani 
fucking stan or something.  I called and called your cell phone.  You trying 
to give me the brush off, Laura?  I thought you loved me.  At least you 
loved me once."

       All of Laura's irritation drained away instantaneously.  How could 
she resist Dawn?  And she knew she had turned off her cell phone, instead of 
setting it to vibrate, simply because the meeting was important and she did 
not want to be distracted.  They could call her office phone and leave a 
message, if it was important.

       "I do love you," she whispered into the phone.

       Laura figured it was permissible to say this.  After all, she had 
loved Dawn once, in her pre-Sara days, her I-Fall-In-Love-Too-Easily days.  
And in a way she still felt a deep twinge in her heart for Dawn, and a hot 
itch in her pussy, definitely.  Dawn was a holy hot terror in the sack.  So, 
she did love her; not in the Makeeda way, but it was more than simple 
affection and pure lust.

       "Hell you do!" Dawn laughed, her voice swooping upward at the end.  
"Where have you been, girl?  How come I can't call you at home no more?"

       "I moved.  It's a long story.  Anyway, you don't need me.  You have 
that Vietnamese girl."  Laura could hear a little twist of jealousy in her 
own voice, which she hoped Dawn missed.

       "Who, Hanh?  Sure, she's my main squeeze, but it doesn't mean you and 
I can't have a little sugar on the side.  Why did you move?  You had that 
great place in the trees and the fog."

       "I . . . got married," Laura said, impulsively, wondering why she had 
bothered to say it even as the words were coming out of her mouth.

       There was a stunned silence on the other end of the line, as if Dawn 
were so flabbergasted she could not reply.  "You're kidding.  You?  Who 
loves pussy like some people love air?"

       "Not to a guy," Laura said patiently.

       "Oh.  I get it.  You mean you were one of those people down at City 
Hall when they were handing out those licenses and making all the Republican 
queer-haters freak out?"

       "Actually, we never got that far.  But we . . . sort of married each 
other.  Look, Dawn, I'm in a meeting.  It's kind of important.  But I'm 
dying to see you."

       "I'll bet you are," Dawn laughed.  "What's a little hot adultery to 
an old married lady?  The breath of life, I'll bet.  That's what."

       "But I have a `main squeeze' too.  I can't invite you over."

       Actually, Makeeda was in L.A. for a few weeks studying with a famous 
and expensive vocal coach and appearing weekends at a jazz club in Hermosa 
Beach.  Laura was free to do as she liked, but she still held fast to her 
promise never to do it in the house she and Makeeda shared.

       "Oh, that ain't a problem," Dawn shuffled off this complication.  
"Hanh went back to Vietnam to visit her family over there.  She won't be 
back for two weeks.  We can use my place."

       Laura could feel her pulse racing already.  "Quick, give me the 
address.  I've got to get back to this meeting."

       Dawn complied, then teased Laura one last time.  "Are you going to 
bring all that nasty stuff?"

       "Why don't we shoot for a purely normal evening, for a change?" Laura 
said evenly.

       "Shit, what fun is that?" Dawn cracked.  "Bring all of it.  I can't 
wait."

       Laura breathed steadily, in a slow, disciplined manner, trying to 
regain her composure before returning to the meeting.  "Neither can I."

       They had arranged to hook up that night, and the very knowledge of 
this fact made it nearly impossible for Laura to get calmly through the rest 
of her meeting.  She found herself doodling on a memo pad and thinking over 
how she was going to approach this entire encounter.  After all, she had 
successfully, a few days earlier, just managed to veer around an opportunity 
to indulge in some very rough and exciting sex with Makeeda, who had baited 
her nearly to the breaking point.  The fucking had been amazing, but she had 
had to exert all her self-control to avoid diving full-bore into the kind of 
sado-masochism she knew was possible, and that she was determined to avoid 
from now on.

       And yet, Dawn relished it, and it had become a major, even expected 
part of their relationship.  Earlier in her life Dawn had been not so much 
raped--she had not exactly been unwilling--as used by two young men in a 
warehouse, as she had been passing it on the way home from school.  She had 
narrated the entire story to Laura.  She had not exactly wanted it but had 
not protested either, and soon the two of them fucking her roughly at the 
same time had her screaming through one stupendous orgasm after another.  
With Laura she had been able to duplicate this experience in a more 
agreeable style, and she consequently sought to repeat it whenever they met.

       It was a little twisted, Laura realized, but not altogether 
unhealthy.  No one was the worse for wear afterwards, nothing like Laura's 
encounters with Karen, which often left them both barely able to walk for 
days.  In fact, Dawn seemed the healthiest of young women, both physically 
and mentally.  She was a big, strapping girl, strong and athletic, not at 
all large or ungainly or fat, but merely a gorgeous physical specimen, 
rippling with natural muscle that her deeply blue-black skin enhanced and 
glorified.  Laura could and did have marvelous reveries about running her 
lips over Dawn's amazing naked body, which she had done on countless 
occasions and would do again tonight.  Dawn was special; there was no 
getting around it.  Refusing her sexual demands was, for Laura, nearly 
impossible.

       Moreover, since Dawn and Hanh Phuc Chu, the Vietnamese girl, had 
discovered one another, Dawn had occasionally complained furtively to Laura 
that sex was too tame; sweet, but too saccharine at times, not the 
scintillating, crackling, `scorched earth' sex, as she called it, that she 
had with Laura.  She wouldn't tell Hanh about her needs, but Laura knew them 
intimately and had conspired with her frequently to summon the most 
excruciating orgasms, and would do it again.  And again.

       As Laura sat in her meeting doodling on her memo pad, she began to 
feel the pulse beat in her throat and her nipples tighten.  She was thinking 
entirely of Dawn's sleek, very black, strong young body, and not at all of 
the new product line they were supposed to be examining.  She shook her head 
to clear it and bit down on the pencil, determined to clear her mind of 
thoughts of Dawn.  That has to wait, she thought.  Until tonight.  God, 
we're going to hurt each other, we're so horny for it.

       And her prediction nearly came true.  When she got to Dawn's 
apartment--out in the avenues, near S.F. State University, where both Dawn 
and Hanh were students--Laura was barely inside the door before they fell on 
each other in a frenzy of pure, uncontrollable lechery.  Dawn, wearing the 
crisp white shirt and tight white jeans Laura had long been familiar with 
(Dawn was quite aware of the appeal of her deeply black skin against the 
blinding whiteness of her shirt and pants), opened the door at Laura's ring, 
and their eyes locked.

       "Shit, it's good to see you," Dawn said softly, opening the door 
wider for Laura to enter.  Her eyes burned into Laura's, and Laura could 
feel inside her body an irresistible sexual magnet pulling her irreversibly 
toward the girl.

       "Shit, it's good to see you too," she parroted, smiling, stepping 
inside.

       Dawn shut the door and carefully slid the deadbolt into place, then 
turned back to Laura.  From that instant on, the apartment house might have 
burned down around them and they would not have paid the slightest 
attention.  Without speaking another word, they came together in a devouring 
kiss, undressing each other while with their open, colliding mouths each 
tried to swallow the other.

       "Careful," Laura managed to pant as Dawn's fingers tore at the 
buttons on her expensive blouse.

       "Shut up," Dawn panted back.  "I'll give you the money for a new 
one."

       Laura was too busy sucking her smooth black neck to care.  She got 
most of the buttons on Dawn's white shirt unbuttoned before just ripping it 
open and popping off the remaining two in desperation.  She could not 
remember having experienced this, this wild, frantic, almost growling, 
animalistic convulsion of need, with anybody since her clandestine meetings 
long ago with Yvette, when they had occasionally fallen on one another like 
two wild animals.  Maybe once or twice with Randi, who could also inspire 
this pure burning flame.

       "Unh!  Ohnn!" she gasped and gurgled as she felt Dawn's hand in her 
crotch, trying to find a way under the elastic of her panties.

       Dawn was groping her and pulling her both at once, over to the sofa, 
both of them stumbling over their discarded clothes and shoes, trying not to 
fall.  "Come here with me, Laura.  I can't wait to go back to the bedroom."

       "Good," Laura panted, tearing at Dawn's white bra, feeling her pussy 
sizzle at the sight of the white fabric against the sleek black miracle of 
Dawn's beautiful skin.  "Because I can't either."

       Quickly, pushing Laura down onto the sofa, Dawn wriggled out of the 
thin shoulder straps of her bra, freeing her large, beautifully shaped, very 
black breasts.  Her big, slightly puffy nipples were even blacker, pitch 
black, black as obsidian, and nearly as shiny, and Laura's mouth was drawn 
to them, as ever, immediately.  She had one thick, plum-like nipple in her 
mouth before Dawn could even skim her panties down her thighs.

       "Unhhh!" Dawn gasped.  "Oh yes!"

       "I love your body," Laura panted, sucking Dawn's nipples voraciously, 
and filling her hands with the springy globes of Dawn's breasts.

       They were still struggling and squirming together, trying to rid 
themselves of the last of their clothes, but also exulting in the feel of 
each other's warm, bare flesh touching everywhere possible, and in some way 
trying to let their bodies decide how they were going to go about this, who 
would be on top, for instance, who would be the aggressor, who would be 
lying on her back, the one being fucked; or would they share that role 
equally, which could be done, Laura knew since Dawn and she had done it 
frequently in the past, their hot, feverish bodies merging in a physical 
frenzy of athletic fucking that brought them close to, or actually to, 
shared orgasms nearly every time.

       But right now Dawn was surrendering her breasts to Laura and deeply 
enjoying the experience of being devoured, her head lolling back, her eyes 
rolling up, and sweet, soft mewling sounds coming from her throat as Laura 
tried to ingest her shiny wet black nipples.

       "Do it harder," she panted, her eyelids heavy, gnawing her full lower 
lip.  "Give me the Laura special.  Yes!  Bite them.  Yes!  Ungghh!"

       Laura did not mind unleashing the full fury of her lust on Dawn's 
beautiful, writhing body since she knew the feeling was reciprocated, and 
the same thing would be happening to her in only minutes.  She sucked Dawn's 
flesh, not only her thick, stiffening nipples but the flesh of her breasts 
and her shoulders and her hard, rippling stomach and her thighs, but Dawn 
pulled her back up with her strong arms before she could get her mouth on 
her pussy.

       "No," she gasped to Laura, her black eyes throbbing now with sexual 
need.  "Later.  Fuck me with your pussy."

       This was not hard since they were both nearly in position for an easy 
interlocking scissors-style trib encounter, both half-sitting and tangled 
together, so that merely by slipping one of her own legs under Dawn's Laura 
could bring her pussy up into the girl's spread groin.  This kind of fucking 
made kissing possible too, and that was what both of them wanted.  By 
maneuvering only a little, Laura could push Dawn into the upright back of 
the sofa, and they were now face to face, their groins locked, their oozing, 
throbbing cunts pushed together, and their naked breasts too.

       Laura kissed her aggressively and began to swirl her hips in a slow, 
deliberate motion.  Dawn began to swirl back.  Their tongues danced and 
stabbed, and their hands squeezed each other's breasts.  Laura, wanting to 
feel more of Dawn's pussy against her own, reached down to spread her labia 
with her fingers.  Dawn's mouth had slid down Laura's shoulder to one of her 
breasts, which she was sucking hungrily.

       "Oh shit . . . I am going to pop so fast!" Laura panted into her very 
black ear.

       "Don't come yet," Dawn cautioned.  "Not yet.  I want to . . . do the 
other one too."  She moved her mouth to Laura's other nipple and devoured it 
sharply.

       "Oh!"

       "Not yet, Laura!"

       Their mouths met again, and they were now pumping each other so hard 
and so fast that the sofa moved on the hardwood floor and made a rocketing 
sound.  Finally, sucking was no longer possible, real kissing either.  Both 
were breathing too hard, pumping too hard, and they knew that an orgasm was 
imminent.

       "Oh fuck I think I'm going to come," Dawn panted, her fingers clawing 
into Laura's naked back.

       "Come with me, honey," Laura gasped, now digging into Dawn's silky 
flesh with her own fingers just as frantically, grinding her pussy into 
Dawn's, feeling Dawn grind back, feeling their breasts mash together as 
their bodies surged and struggled.  "Unh!  Unh!  Yes!  Yes!"

       "Unhhhh!  Unhhhh!" Dawn groaned.

       Laura could scarcely believe the sexual excitement they had whipped 
up in only a few minutes.  The sofa's legs were still rocketing off the 
hardwood floor, and the two of them were panting and mewling and even 
grunting, mashing their bodies together, sucking and biting each other's 
neck, sweating and squeezing and whinnying as unbelievable hot spasms began 
to engulf them both at nearly the same instant.

       "Mnnnngggnnneee!" Laura cried out, wrenched by a sharp lightning 
strike of hot coming, feeling Dawn's body leap in her arms at almost the 
same moment.

       "Ummnnggphhhh!" Dawn gurgled, not moaning or crying out so much as 
completely slammed and crushed by a fierce uprush of sexual pleasure too.

       They clung to each other, whimpering and twitching as dual orgasms 
shook their bodies and ripped helpless little cries out of their constricted 
throats, until at last the sharpest shocks dissipated and dispersed into 
long, aching tremors.  Still they clung to each other, gasping, giggling 
softly.

       "Oh shit, Laura," Dawn finally said in a voice punctuated even now by 
breathless panting.  "We have to do this more often."  She pulled back a 
little so that she could see Laura's face.  Her own was, Laura could see, 
blasted by ecstasy; Laura knew hers must look the same.  "We're gonna kill 
each other if we save it up this long."

       Laura nodded slowly, still softly panting herself.  "Well . . ."  She 
paused and looked around, as if dazed.  "At least we got that part out of 
the way."  She smiled.  "Now we can take the time to enjoy each other."

       Dawn playfully punched her jaw.  "Tell me you didn't enjoy that."

       They were still completely pressed together at the crotch.  "Mmmm, I 
want to kiss this beautiful black body from toes to forehead and back," she 
murmured against Dawn's smooth cheek.  "And to answer your question, I don't 
think I've enjoyed pure, raw sex as much as this since last time we were 
together."

       "Oh, right," Dawn said as they carefully disentangled their bodies.  
"Why did you marry this chick if you don't have good sex with her?"

       Laura continued smiling.  "Should we pick these up?" she asked, 
indicating their scattered clothes and shoes.

       "Leave them.  Come into the bedroom with me."

       Dawn was up off the sofa, stark naked and gorgeous, pulling Laura up 
too by the hand.  Laura followed her down the hall, fondling her incredible 
bubble bottom with both hands as they walked, and Dawn's hard round buns 
clenched and rose and fell.

       "Get yo hands off my ass, girl," she swatted Laura's hands away, 
turning as they entered the bedroom.  "Answer my question."

       "We have delicious sex," Laura said, embracing her loosely.  "She is 
very beautiful and I love her deeply.  But we don't . . ."  She paused, 
wondering how to phrase it.

       "Never mind," Dawn cut her off short.  "You just don't try to eat 
each other like two wild animals.  Like we just did.  I know.  Same with 
Hanh and me.  Hanh is sweet.  She don't like to see the evil side of me.  
The side that likes to be fucked like that."

       "What does she do?" Laura asked, amused.

       Dawn made a sour face.  "She says `No, no, you don't want to do that. 
  Come here for a kiss.  Come let Hannah make you happy.'  That's what she 
goes by, Hannah.  Americanizing it.  So, she loves me and kisses me and 
makes me come . . . and it's all great.  Just don't get what I get with 
Laura."

       "Which is?"

       "Like . . . hammer fucked," Dawn grinned.  "Like `the tongs of hell,' 
as the preacher used to say, when I was a kid.  So I remember it for weeks."

       "God, I don't know whether I like my reputation," Laura said, almost 
ruefully.

       Both seemed to remember at the same moment that they were standing 
there naked by the side of the bed, having a conversation.

       Dawn leaned over and ripped the bed coverings down so that the bare 
sheet was exposed.  Both of them looked down at the bed and smiled to each 
other, knowing that there would be some epic fucking taking place here in 
the next few hours.  Another thing she shared with Dawn, Laura remembered, 
was some incredibly exhausting sessions of sex, wherein each pushed the 
other to the very limits of her stamina.  They had in the past often fucked 
until neither could lift a finger.

       "I don't see your little bag," Dawn said pointedly.  "You didn't 
forget monster cock, did you?"

       "Monster cock, as you call it, is downstairs in my car.  I thought we 
might try on a little loving without it, for a change.  Just to see if we 
can do it."

       "Oh shit, the New Laura again," Dawn deadpanned, referring to their 
last encounter, when Laura had been equally reluctant to bend toward the 
more sizzling numbers in their repertoire.  "Tell me.  Is it this `new 
woman' in your life that has cursed us with the New Laura?"

       Instead of letting her get away with this, Laura grabbed her 
delectable naked body in both arms and wrestled her down onto the sheet.  
What began as a wrestling/pinching/tickling match quickly turned into a 
deeply sensual kiss expressing all the depth of feeling they actually had 
for each other, after a lengthy up and down relationship that had included a 
brief but scorching period of `true' love.  Laura kissed Dawn's body from 
toes to forehead, as she had promised, lingering especially over her long, 
sinuous, very black back from her shapely sacrum to the nape of her neck.

       "What do you want, the Double Penetrator?" she murmured--after turning 
Dawn over for a frontal feast--against the hard muscles of Dawn's stomach, on 
which she had rubbed herself to paradise numerous times, and definitely 
planned to do so again this time.

       "You know," Dawn said lazily, turning to face Laura, fondling Laura's 
small naked breasts affectionately.  "In the past I would've said yes in a 
heartbeat.  But I keep having dreams and fantasies about that huge ripply 
monster you jammed up my ass last time.  Once I was just lying here next to 
Hanh and I actually came, had a little clenching assgasm, just remembering 
how you . . . gave it to me that time.  Can you believe that?"

       Laura nuzzled her neck and squeezed one full, round breast in her 
hand.  "Lucky I brought it, then."

       Dawn suddenly perked up.  She was no longer drowsy from sensual 
enjoyment of Laura stroking and kissing her body, but instead alert, tense, 
and hungry.  "Lucky you did," she said brightly.  "Better go get it.  You're 
making me horny just thinking about it."

       Laura kissed her shoulder.  "Just lie here and get going on that 
fantasy again.  I'll pop down to the car and be right back."

       "Don't know why you didn't just bring it with you the first time," 
Dawn pouted.

       "Trying to be good," Laura winked.

       In five minutes she was back with her small satchel, undressing, 
gazing at the gloriously feline naked Dawn stretching and displaying her 
magnificent flesh on the bed, her sleek, shiny, deeply black body enchanting 
against the crisp white sheets.  "God, I forgot how gorgeous you are," she 
murmured, kicking off her shoes.  "I don't know why everybody on that campus 
isn't dying to fuck you.  Poor Hanh must have her hands full keeping them at 
bay."

       Dawn flirted outrageously.  "You're one," she teased.  "What if she 
knew about you?"

       "She might be envious, seeing as how you need me for things she won't 
deliver."

       Dawn was gripped by a tight little shiver, as if Laura's words had 
scored deep.  "You got that one right.  I think you better be nice to my 
little rectum at first.  It hasn't had anything inside it since you were 
last busy raping me."

       Laura made a playful long face as she slipped into and tightened the 
harness of the strap-on.  "What a thing to say!  I never rape.  Hard love is 
what I call it."  She held up the long, thick, ridged stalk of a dildo.  
"This the one you were having your happy little fantasies about?"

       Dawn nodded, staring at it with awe.  "That's the one.  God."

       Laura caressed the ridges with her fingertip, as it to tantalize 
Dawn.  "Want me to tie you up so you can't get away?"

       "Oh god, yes.  Did you bring your rope farm?"

       "Just a couple," Laura smiled.

       "Do my boobs, too.  Do `em tight."

       "You little pervert," Laura continued to smile, rummaging in her bag.

       She fished out the two ropes she had brought.  While Dawn would 
submit to handcuffs, she actually, Laura knew, preferred rope, especially 
the thick, bristly hemp rope that made you feel like no care was being taken 
to soften your discomfort.  The more authentically she could feel like she 
was being misused, the more intense the sexual pleasure she derived from 
these encounters.  But at least, Laura reflected thankfully, she did not ask 
to be whipped.  Whipping had no place in Dawn's most masochistic fantasies; 
only restraint, and rough fucking.  It was a small distinction, Laura 
thought, but she was thankful even for small favors.

       Dawn grabbed the ropes and Laura's hand in the same grasp, pulling 
Laura closer.  "Tie them up tight," she gasped, her eyes now sparking and 
flaring with almost frantic lust.  "So they swell up.  Then you can suck 
them and bite them."

       She's right, Laura thought, as she began to loop one rope around one 
of Dawn's gorgeous, jutting, full breasts.  We should do this more often.  
When we wait this long, she gets sort of out of control, wanting it rougher 
than I'm willing to go, wanting to go overboard.

       "They'll go numb if I tie them too tight," she warned Dawn.

       Dawn glared at her and smiled perversely.  "That way it won't hurt so 
bad when you bite them," she said evenly.

       "You are one sick little puppy."

       Dawn laughed.  "That's what Hanh says.  You and she are the same, 
only you'll do it.  She won't."

       Somehow this didn't feel like a compliment to Laura, though she knew 
Dawn intended it that way.  Dawn grabbed the rope, which was still loosely 
coiled in one loop around her gorgeous naked breast, from Laura.

       "Let me show you something.  When I was having a fantasy once--"

       "Fantasy girl," Laura cut across her.  "You should watch those 
fantasies.  They might get you into trouble."

       "As I was saying," Dawn smirked nastily.  She coiled another loop of 
rope around the same breast, but out about two inches from the first coil.  
She then tightened each coil so it would not slip.  Now her breast was 
encircled by a loop of rope at the base where it emerged from her body, and 
by another loop halfway out on the big round ball part; double looped.  
"See?" she grinned at Laura.  "Tied twice."  Her black eyes twinkled.  
"They'll never get away like that."

       "Doesn't it hurt?" Laura asked, taking the end of the rope that Dawn 
was handing her.

       In fact, simply looking at Dawn's spectacular naked breasts made her 
horny, and all this focus on them was making her even hornier.  She wanted 
to grab them and suck them fiercely and push Dawn down on the mattress and 
fuck her till both of them came in glorious eruptions of ecstasy, just as 
they had earlier done on the sofa in the living room.  The harsh, bristly 
rope bit into the flesh of Dawn's firm breast, making her black skin shine a 
little where it bulged at the edges--Dawn had really cinched it tight--and 
making Dawn's coal-black, slightly puffy nipple swell and gleam.  The center 
stub of her nipple, thick and springy, pushed up hard from the swollen 
areola.

       "It hurts good," Dawn said under her breath, never taking her eyes 
from Laura's.  "Better put on two loops so they don't come loose.  Then do 
the other one the same way."

       Laura swallowed nervously.  She had to admit it was a twist that had 
never crossed her mind.  Even Karen in all her masochistic ingenuity had 
never come up with this one.  And yet, Laura did not want to encourage it.  
Having already gone through something similar with Makeeda only days 
earlier, she suddenly felt like a cross parent, constantly being challenged 
to correct these kinky darlings of hers and steer them toward a healthier 
sexual outlook.  Maybe she had been chosen, she reasoned, because she 
herself knew exactly how they felt.  She knew the absolute crackle of sexual 
excitement that could spring out of such doings, and knew too the dangers.

       Dawn's face fell as she watched Laura thinking.  "Laura . . . you're 
no fun any more.  I hope you know that.  You're becoming an old wet blanket, 
an old mean auntie who says `no' to everything."

       "Oh, don't be silly," Laura said, taking the end of the rope.  
Inwardly, she shrugged.  If you want it, darling . . . better me giving it 
to you than some weird stranger.  "Give me those beautiful boobs and let me 
tie them so tight that you weep."

       "Oooohhhh," Dawn smiled playfully, scooting closer to Laura on the 
mattress, one amazing breast swaying, the other bobbing only slightly, being 
already semi-tightly bound..  "Sounds like I might get more than I bargained 
for."

       Laura clenched her teeth so that she wouldn't laugh over how 
ridiculous they were both becoming.  But she knew Dawn didn't view it that 
way at all.  She watched intently as Laura carefully and patiently tied up 
her completely scrumptious naked breasts with the rope until they were taut 
and bulging and swollen, just the way Dawn wanted them, and more brutally 
entrapped and strangled than Laura had ever done before, to anyone.  The 
extra coils of rope in the middle of each breast seemed to bring extra 
discomfort as well as sexual excitement to Dawn.  She was actually panting 
and quivering a little by the time the last knot was secured.

       "Oh god, Laura, it's just the way I imagined it.  I'm almost coming 
already."

       Laura brushed Dawn's phenomenally smooth black cheek with her lips.  
"Calm down, honey.  You're not going to rob me of the fun of fucking you, 
are you?"

       Dawn smiled sassily.  "Are you going to fuck me, you nasty bitch?  
Are you going to fuck me in my ass?"

       Laura did not rise to the bait.  Instead, she busied herself with the 
strap-on dildo and began to ready herself for their imminent encounter.

       "Answer me, Laura," Dawn panted.  "Are you going to fuck me?  You 
better tie my hands or I'll scratch you.  What will your honey think when 
she sees scratch marks on your back or your shoulders?  And you better gag 
me.  I'm going to scream."

       Unfortunately, Laura realized, Dawn was right.  She would scratch, 
and she would scream.  It was all a part of the potent fantasy they were 
acting out, the violation, the danger.  Screaming and struggling were almost 
mandatory, and Dawn was very good at both, being young and strong and very 
willful.

       Laura pushed her down onto her back, hovering over her, growling.  
"You cunt, yes I'm going to fuck you in your big, beautiful, black ass.  And 
I'm going to gag you and have my way with you and fuck you until you scream 
and beg me to stop."

       Dawn smiled.  "Heaven," she sighed theatrically.  "Hurry!"  Then she 
glared playfully and sternly at Laura.  "And stop saying I have a big ass!"

       Laura stopped what she was doing and used the second rope, which was 
the longest one, to tie Dawn's wrists to the corners of the headboard.  Now 
Dawn was on her back with her arms each tied to a corner and her throttled 
breasts jutting into the air, all swollen and bulging, her large black 
nipples flaring and shining.  Purposely, with a daring smile on her 
beautiful face, she spread her thighs slowly to show Laura the festering 
gash of her wet pussy, all red and glistening inside the long thin slit, 
then scooted her buns up and forward a little, as if to expose her anus too, 
though this was impossible since her ass was so hard and round and 
outcurved.  Also, since she was so very black, it was very dark between 
those magnificent round buns, very hard to make out a tiny dark rosebud.

       Her ass really wasn't too big for her body, Laura knew, but instead 
smooth and curved and breathtaking; she had only taunted Dawn to spice up 
this moment even more, and it had worked.  Right now, though, she wanted to 
dive into that scrumptious swollen black-lipped pussy, all temptingly wet 
and red inside, but she had to restrain herself.  Dawn had her needs, and 
they must be satisfied.

       "You have a beautiful ass," Laura said in a hushed tone of voice, 
stroking the bulging black moons with her adoring fingers.  "I want to kiss 
it and lick it and bite it."

       "Promises, promises," Dawn hissed.

       "But I also want to taste this delicious black pussy," she murmured, 
sidling closer, slipping between Dawn's yawning thighs.  "Will you come if I 
lick your beautiful pussy?"

       "I might, you bitch.  I told you, later."

       "This is later," Laura smiled.  "And I think I of all people know how 
to do it without letting you come.  In fact, I think that would be so much 
fun . . . seeing you suffer."

       "You are soooo mean," Dawn glowered at her.

       But Laura could tell she was enjoying every second.  Dawn writhed and 
shimmied her tightly double-bound breasts at Laura, as if to make her 
trussed body even more alluring, as if that were possible.  Laura wanted to 
devour her fiercely.  She snatched the small bottle of baby oil with one 
hand and then slid closer, dropping her head between Dawn's sleek, smooth, 
very black thighs, so strong and clenching with sexual excitement on either 
side of her face.

       This close, the odor of Dawn's wildly aroused cunt was almost 
overpowering, making Laura's head pulse and her body vibrate with urgent 
lust.  With the fingers of her free hand she spread aside the wiry black 
filaments of crotch hair and slithered her tongue directly into the wet, 
warm, tangy center of Dawn's gaping pussy.

       "Ohnnuungghh!" Dawn gave a strangled cry and quivered sharply.  
"Unghhh!"

       "Mmmm, you like that, don't you," Laura purred, now licking the 
beautiful slit slowly from top to bottom, then back to the top, pulling back 
Dawn's perfectly shaped clitoral hood and tickling the exposed berry of her 
clit with the tip of her tongue.

       "Oh god . . . Laura!" Dawn panted.  Her head flopped back on the 
mattress.  "Oh . . . unngghhhh . . . oh god!"

       "Don't you come," Laura teased her.  "Mama's not going to let you 
come.  Mama's going to fuck you in the ass and make you come.  You're not 
going to come yet.  But Mama has to have her fun.  She loves this beautiful 
pussy."

       Now Dawn said nothing.  Her panting was becoming too labored for her 
to speak.  Laura was patiently making love to her pussy, and she was so in 
tune with Dawn's body that she knew instantly whenever Dawn threatened to 
jump from the plateau she was already on up to a new level of sexual 
tension.  Meanwhile, she insinuated the tip of her tongue into every 
miniscule fold and crevice of Dawn's swollen, festering pussy, avoiding 
Dawn's clit for long stretches before returning to it briefly for teasing 
tongue-stabs and quick sucks.  These nearly sent Dawn over the edge each 
time, but Laura knew just when to pull back, just when to call a halt, 
leaving the girl gasping and mewling pathetically.

       "Oh Laura . . . you're not fair!" Dawn pleaded.  "You're such a mean 
bitch!  I need it!  Give it to me!"

       And now Laura stopped sucking and tonguing Dawn's cunt in order to 
prepare her beautiful ass for the invasion.  She snapped open the lid of the 
baby oil bottle and greased one finger, then inserted it slowly into Dawn's 
tight rectum, rotating it as it slid in.  Dawn stopped panting for a second, 
holding her breath.  Then she exhaled with a harsh sigh.

       "Ohhhhhh shit!"

       "Mmmmm, does that feel good!"

       "Oh shit," Dawn said again, her voice even softer this time, her eyes 
wide.  "God, I'm going to come just from your finger."

       "Oh no you're not," Laura purred to her, sliding it out while 
hungrily devouring Dawn's swollen cunt lips at the same time.  "You are 
going to wait for Laura to fuck you the way you want to be fucked."

       "Oh yes!" Dawn panted, twisting and surging, grimacing under the 
influence of urgent sexual need, her glossy black body voluptuous and 
amazingly desirable, her strangled breasts quivering, her bulging black 
nipples flaring and shiny.

       Because of the double bindings her breasts were elongated, not big 
round tightly-squeezed balls but more like stretched out gourds, bulging 
where the coils of rope were too tight.  It looked painful, but on the other 
hand Laura had had her own breasts tied tight, though never double tied, and 
knew it could also be wildly arousing, which was clearly the effect it had 
on Dawn.

       Also, Dawn's breasts being so trussed and elongated made them look 
odd but still wildly desirable.  Laura always wanted to suck them, but now, 
in their grotesque state of entrapment, more so than ever.  Still rubbing 
Dawn's wet pussy with her fingers, she raised her head up to the swollen 
globes.

       "I want to suck your nipples.  Look how they're so shiny and 
swelling."

       "Bite them!" Dawn panted.  "Please . . . Laura . . . do it!"

       Of course Laura knew that by this Dawn didn't really mean `bite' 
them.  Nobody did.  It was a way of saying, `Handle them roughly.'  Suck me, 
chew me, bite me, savage me, tear at my beautiful trapped body as if you 
wanted to devour it like a wild beast and make me come gloriously, 
shockingly, in the process.  Laura knew the feeling.  She began to lick 
Dawn's beautiful, distended, swollen, engorged black nipples teasingly.

       "Unngghhh . . . oh god . . . harder!" Dawn exhorted her, gurgling and 
panting almost desperately.

       Laura sucked the bulbous wet nipple currently in her mouth a little 
harder, letting the edges of her teeth touch the silky, taut skin of Dawn's 
swollen areola, sweetly tormenting the girl until she thought Dawn might 
scream.

       "Unnhhh . . . unhhhhh!  Oh god!"

       "We better put the gag in you, darling," Laura panted.  "I don't 
think you're going to last much longer."

       "Oh shit, you're right!" Dawn gasped, her black eyes streaked with 
fire and sheer impossible need.  "Do it.  Then bite them and fuck me!  God, 
Laura, I need it!"

       "Mmmmm, I know you do," Laura smiled, reaching down to the end of the 
bed for the bag.  She had the ball gag out in seconds.  Dawn held still 
while Laura fastened it in place.  "There we go," Laura said, brushing 
Dawn's shiny forehead tenderly with her lips.  "All ready to be taken to 
heaven."

       Dawn writhed and tried to smile, knowing that sweet relief, at the 
end of a short period of really rough fucking, was about to occur.  She 
continued squirming while Laura quickly checked the harness and made sure 
everything was secure and ready.

       "Ummphnngg!" she grunted at Laura, as if to urge her on, to get Laura 
to hurry up.

       "Patience, honey," Laura cooed softly to her.

       She crouched between Dawn's sleek black thighs, guiding the large, 
ridged appendage forward with the fingers of one hand, nestling the knobby 
head of it between Dawn's tight buns.  Dawn had a very tight as well as 
fleshy ass, and Laura had to use both hands to get the dildo into her.  But 
once well-positioned, it slid in easily since she had lubricated the passage 
moments earlier.

       "Unngghpphhhgg!" Dawn groaned as the entire long pole slid up into 
her rectum.

       "Ohhhh, there we go . . ." Laura purred to her, pushing it in with 
her hips slowly, seeing the water come to Dawn's eyes.  "You are going to 
come so hard."

       Dawn nodded rapidly, almost desperately, her body moving under Laura, 
quivering and squirming and churning more vigorously now.  Immediately she 
began making little gruff grunting and snuffling noises, overcome by her 
physical needs and not caring how animalistic or crude she might appear to 
Laura, who had heard it all anyway during their numerous past encounters.  
Right now she was a rutting she-cat in heat who needed to be gloriously and 
savagely possessed.

       And Laura was certainly up to the task.  The hot blood roared and 
gushed through her own surging body as she fucked Dawn.  She could scarcely 
believe that they had each already climaxed earlier, on the sofa in the 
living room, so fiercely were they going at each other now.  Dawn's hands 
and arms might be somewhat immobilized by the ropes, but the rest of her 
delicious, strong, strapping young body was in total motion, writhing and 
heaving up off the bed to meet Laura's sharp thrusts.

       The greased, ridged pole of the strap-on dildo speared her clenching 
ass again and again as Laura pumped her with energetic vigor.  She squealed 
and shuddered each time, wincing and then flexing her strong, lovely body in 
response, her hips juddering in midair as she met each fierce plunge of the 
shaft into her body.

       "Mmmngghpp!  Annghhmmpphh!  Mmmnnggeee!  Umngghh!" she grunted, her 
body becoming more tense and desperate with each lunge, her face reflecting 
transparently the approaching crisis as she drew closer and closer to a 
shattering orgasm.

        Laura knew it was only a few seconds away, and yet she was not even 
close to having her fill of this girl's marvelous, straining, squirming 
body.  She quickly began to suck and lightly bite Dawn's bursting, shiny, 
black nipples as she knew Dawn wanted her to do, knowing that the sharpness 
of the sensations were sure to drive the grunting, writhing girl over the 
edge.  At the same time, she dropped one hand between their crotches and 
began violently rubbing Dawn's oozing cunt with four fingers, still 
skewering her ass with long, deep thrust from the dildo.

       She sucked one of Dawn's swollen nipples so hard that a tiny, sharp 
squeal came from deep in Dawn's chest, and her body took a violent leap off 
the sheet.  And suddenly she was coming, without warning, her body crushed 
by a huge, rupturing orgasm.

       Laura knew she was strong and was usually prepared, but this time, 
even though her wrists were roped to the headboard of the bed, Dawn's 
convulsions were so sharp and vigorous that they almost threw Laura 
completely to the side.

       "OOUMMPPFFGGHHH!  AUUMMMBBNNGGHH!  UNNGGHMMMPPHH!" Dawn groaned into 
the ball gag, her lovely young glossy black body flipping and surging and 
jumping off the mattress, churning and then shuddering wildly as killing 
spasm after spasm ripped through her flesh.

       Laura held on.  Mostly she was concerned to keep the strap-on dildo 
embedded in Dawn's body, if anything simply to give her something to push 
against while she had this stupendous, wrenching climax.  When she grew 
certain, from a glance and a finger touch, that it was still there, she 
stopped thrusting and merely clutched the quivering, whimpering girl hard 
against her own body, wanting Dawn to get the maximum physical as well as 
emotional power out of this cataclysm.  After all, they loved each other in 
a way, and this love she knew made the orgasm even more intense and 
stirring.  She kissed Dawn's cheek and her shiny shoulder, now gleaming from 
a thin sheen of sweat.

       Slowly, very slowly, the spasms began to die away.  Dawn was still 
breathing in a noisy, labored way through her nose, and without really 
releasing her from her embrace, Laura managed to rip open the Velcro strap 
of the ball gag and remove the wet ball from Dawn's mouth.  She could see 
little streaks of tears in the outside corners of each of Dawn's eyes, the 
aftermath of a truly horrific climax.  With the fingers of one hand she 
brushed aside the strings of slobber that had escaped Dawn's mouth along 
with the gag.

       "Darling, I think you go into the Guiness Book of World Records now," 
she whispered, brushing the tangled hair away from Dawn's forehead with her 
fingers, then kissing the damp skin.  "Most killing orgasm of all time by a 
woman."

       Dawn looked blasted and stunned, totally raped and ruined, even if 
only momentarily.  She blinked.  She did not even respond to Laura for a 
long time.  Then she smiled with sardonic, cutting humor, as she frequently 
did with Laura.  "You gon' fuck me again, or can I have my hands back now?"

         "Let me get this out first," Laura said, slowly withdrawing the 
greasy, monstrous dildo from Dawn's ass, watching Dawn wince and bite her 
full lower lip until it was completely out.

       "Shit, that thing is murder," Dawn said, looking at the wet, bobbing 
shaft jutting up from Laura's groin.  "No guy's dick even comes close to 
that thing."

       Laura wiped it off on the bed sheet and slipped out of the harness.

       "Don't you do that, girl!" Dawn snapped at her.  "Wiping it off on 
the sheet!  I have to sleep in this bed, bitch!  You think I want to roll 
over on all that goo?  Even if it came out of me?  Here, let me get you a 
towel to wipe it on."

       Dawn had forgotten that she was still tied to the headboard of the 
bed, and she wrenched her wrists.  "Calm down, darling, it's too late 
anyway.  I already did it.  Here, let me get that rope off."

       She untied the ropes, freeing Dawn's hand, kissing the welts the 
bristly hemp had made.  Dawn rubbed her wrists while Laura then untied the 
coils of rope from her magnificent breasts.  The ropes left marks in Dawn's 
incomparable black skin, but the shape of her gorgeous full breasts quickly 
returned, now that they were free of restraint.  Her large, deeply black 
nipples gleamed.  Looking at them, giving them this close attention, again 
aroused Laura's lust, but she knew they must be a little sore and 
hypersensitive at this moment from having been so lovingly abused during 
Dawn's recent excruciating visit to paradise.

       Nevertheless, Laura cupped the wonderful globes tenderly in her 
palms.  "I want to kiss them some more," she confessed.

       Dawn grinned.  "You want to do more than kiss them, obviously."  She 
smiled warmly at Laura.  "You bite hard."  She looked down at her breasts 
and touched one nipple with her finger.  "Look, you tried to chew it up.  
Hope Hanh doesn't notice."  In fact, her beautiful, large, plum-like black 
nipple was as perfect as Laura had ever seen it; and she had adored it for 
just about ever, she thought.  "Anyway, you can do it again in a few 
minutes, when they recover.  Meanwhile . . . I'm really hungry.  Know what I 
mean?"

       Laura nodded.  Dawn was always hungry after sex.  Some people had to 
have a cigarette; Dawn had to have a meal.  It was like a reliable constant 
in their relationship.  They would fuck, and then Dawn would suggest eating. 
  Sometimes she whipped up a quick meal herself, or warmed up leftovers.  
She was a good cook, so Laura never turned down an opportunity to eat with 
her.

       "I do know what you mean," Laura said.  "My stomach's growling.  All 
that hot fucking burns up fuel."

       Dawn beamed.  "You know how the sun burns itself for fuel?  That's 
what we've been doing.  Burning up from inside."

       Laura suggestively rubbed her own pussy.  "Mine is sure burning, I 
know that."

       "Can you wait until after we eat?  Or do you want me to give you a 
quickie?"

       From the look in her eye Laura could see that eating was uppermost in 
Dawn's mind.  She loved Laura, and pussy, but she also loved food.  "I can 
wait.  If it's not too long."

       "Good," Dawn hopped off the bed, her glorious, wildly sexy nakedness 
again giving Laura a thrilling fit of hopeless lechery.  "There's a Chinese 
restaurant only two blocks from here.  Get dressed, we can walk there."  She 
bent close to Laura on the bed and kissed her.  "Then back here for round 
two."

       "And three?" Laura smiled.

       "And four.  Come on, now.  I'm hungry."









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