But in Laura's car, as she drove them to her place, they barely spoke, both being afraid they would change their minds again. For god's sake, she's the one who wanted to meet in public, so we wouldn't do this, Laura thought. And now she wants me to take her home and gag her and rape her.

But even thinking it made Laura's blood sizzle. I know why both of us were afraid to do this, she thought. We really want each other bad. It's almost like the thing Karen and I have. Sparks. And now, oh god, more rough stuff! And she loves it!

When they got inside, Laura bolted the door, then turned to look at Brandi. Both of them were nervous, but to break through it Brandi grinned her seductive adolescent grin again.

"Pretty white lady, I think you gon' rape me three ways from Tuesday," she said softly.

Laura took her hand and led her to the bedroom. She closed the door behind them, the pulled the bedcovers down and off the bed, leaving the whole flat sheet for them. Next she began to undress Brandi again, as she had already done in the hotel room, untying the yellow strings behind Brandi's neck and kissing her shoulders.

"My god, you must have the most beautiful shoulders in the world," she said.

"Remember the first time, when you wanted to lick them?" Brandi sighed softly.

"Mmmmm, I still do," Laura said, running her tongue all over one round, gleaming shoulder.

Brandi shivered. "Oh Laura, I want you to do everything to me. Everything you did last time. I've dreamed of it, over and over."

"Not that I don't remember . . . but just refresh my memory," Laura murmured, peeling off the backless blouse and growing freshly aroused as she again caressed Brandi's miraculous body.

But Brandi brought her up short. "You've done it with others, haven't you," she said. "I knew it." She stared, eyes full of jealousy, at Laura.

"I . . . have a friend," Laura confessed softly. "She was my first. The way I'm your first. We . . . experimented a little."

"I'm so jealous," Brandi said, big involuntary tears sliding down her cheeks.

"I'm jealous of your husband, because you let him do this," Laura said, again taking one of Brandi's small hard breasts completely into her mouth, sucking it so insistently that Brandi began to yelp softly.

"Oh! Unhhh! Oh, I wish he would do that," Brandi whimpered.

"Tell me, tell me what you dream of."

"You tied up my boobs, until they popped out. You put that awful harness on me, with the ball in my mouth. You ran the rope down on each side of my pussy, squeezing it, making it swell. Then you . . ." She gasped, dizzy with erotic excitement. "Then you fucked me . . . oh god, with your leg and your mouth and your fingers in my ass and I came and came and died of coming oh god yes."

"And if I do what you want, will you do what I want?" Laura insinuated.

"Everything," Brandi breathed, drawing Laura toward the bed, pulling off her clothes urgently. "I want us both to be naked. I want to look at you. I love your body."

They kissed and caressed, coiling together naked on the bed, until Laura began to fear that they would begin fucking uncontrollably again, without doing what they had come here for. Slowly, she pulled away from Brandi, reaching under the bed and drawing out the rope, and the harness gag. Brandi's eyes widened with shock, as if she couldn't believe they had actually done what she had dreamed, and that they were about to do it again.

"You gon' hurt me, pretty white lady," she said in a soft, stricken voice.

Laura kissed her as she looped the rope around her wrists and tied them to the bedpost. "I'm not going to hurt you," she murmured. "I'm going to make you beg."

Again, she was stunned by the beauty, the rippling strength and lean, glossy, sleek loveliness of Brandi's body. With her arms pulled up unnaturally over her head like this, her fantastic muscles were accentuated, her ribcage more visible, her breasts seemed slightly bigger, swelling and round. Laura realized that this was why body builders were always striking such odd poses, throwing their bodies into unnatural profiles that heightened the grotesquely beautiful proportions of their flesh.

"God, Brandi, you must have the most beautiful body ever made," she said, gazing at it.

Brandi, who was used to being admired, gave Laura a deeply affectionate grin, full of pride and wild sexual desire all mixed together. "I don't give it to anyone the way I give it to you," she said.

Laura crisscrossed the rope, this time, across Brandi's breasts, instead of looping it around each small globe, then tugged up on the bottom strands so that Brandi's nipples swooped up. The thought passed through her mind that this was what she would have had to do with Jonelle's tiny swellings, had they ever got into this, and instantly a pang of loss and pain shot through her. But she put it aside, her eyes filling briefly but transiently with tears.

Brandi's entrapped, upswept breasts and bulging black nipples captivated her, and after knotting the rope, she indulged herself by kissing and sucking them, quickly bringing Brandi to a fever pitch. When they were wet and stiff, she dangled her own breasts over them, letting their nipples kiss and brush, making both of them gasp and tremble excitedly.

"Nobody touches my breasts like you do," Brandi panted.

"Not even your . . . husband?" Laura teased.

"He barely pays attention to them. They're too small. No man ever sucked them like you do."

"How about woman?"

Brandi's eyes burned into hers, fiery with lust and honesty. "There haven't been any but you. Ever."

"Mmmmm, I love to hear that," Laura purred, rubbing her breasts again all over Brandi's small, strangled globes. "I'm going to tie you up and fuck you," she murmured over and over to Brandi, now that she knew how much the girl liked it. "Tie you up and fuck you. Fuck you hard. You'll wish it was a man, because no man ever fucked you as hard as I'm going to fuck you."

Brandi writhed and whimpered, deliriously excited. Now Laura drew the strand of rope down the flexing, muscular body to Brandi's crotch, running it alongside her pussy and up her asscrack, all the way up around the back of her neck and down along the other side of her pussy, then through her asscrack again, finally looping it tightly around her fantastic hard rippling stomach and knotting it.

Brandi's magnificent body was magnificently bound, tightly bound. Laura forced apart the girl's huge thighs and examined the swollen lips of Brandi's cunt, protruding from the cords of rope on each side of her crotch. Then, teasingly, she lowered her head between Brandi's thighs, parted Brandi's cuntlips with one finger, and slid her tongue up inside.

"Unnghh! Oh god oh Laura . . . unh! Oh!"

"Are you tied up like you wanted to be?" Laura asked softly.

"Oh! Yes! Do me! Pretty white lady . . ." Brandi gasped, barely able to keep up the act, "I hope you gon' fuck me quick, 'cause I 'bout to explode."

As aroused as they both were, they both dissolved into giggles. But Brandi in her present condition was irresistible, and Laura swarmed all over her roped body, kissing and caressing it, raising Brandi to an even higher level of need.

"I am going to fuck you," Laura whispered menacingly into Brandi's ear, "but it won't be quick."

"Oh . . . please!" Brandi wasn't giggling now, but moaning and twisting in the tight ropes.

Now Laura brought out the harness gag. Brandi grimaced in distaste.

"Oh god, that horrible thing," she said.

"Don't want the neighbors to hear you scream, do we?" Laura teased, fastening it into place, the ball stuffed into Brandi's open mouth.

"Now . . . my darling," Laura murmured, again moving all over Brandi's vulnerable but powerful body, kissing Brandi's fantastic muscles, kissing her small, bulging, roped breasts and sucking her bursting nipples.

Brandi squirmed and moaned, but now her moans were blocked and muffled by the red ball in her mouth. Laura as usual was so aroused by Brandi's magnificent, straining, but powerless body that it was hard for her to restrain the urge to rape Brandi frantically and send them both up in a furious, quick, explosive burst of coming.

But she controlled herself, tickling Brandi's swollen nipples with her tongue until she thought the girl, in her desperate wild fury of lust, might break free of the rope binding her to the bed. Brandi thrashed and whinnied crazily, her muscles bulging and rippling splendidly as she struggled.

"Oooohhh, you like that, don't you," Laura cooed to her, pinching them, making Brandi writhe in a mixed up agony of lust and pain. "Ohhh baby, I want to see your swollen pussy and tickle it too," she purred, sliding down Brandi's incredible, bound body, between her thighs, and parting her inflamed, puffy cuntlips with two fingers, revealing the wet, fiery red cleft within.

The two strands of rope squeezed Brandi's pussy, making it swell and flare, and the succulent interior beckoned Laura's tongue. She slithered it into Brandi, feeling the girl's body clench, hearing her excited moans. She licked Brandi's beautiful pussy up and down, then up again, reached the inflamed reddish glistening berry of her clit. She flicked it with her tongue, driving Brandi almost insane.

"Oh, you want to come, don't you, you want to come," she murmured, slipping upward again, bringing her hard thigh up into Brandi's crotch.

She knew Brandi was very close. And she knew, as before, that her own thigh was hardly the huge, muscular weapon Brandi would be using on her in the same way, only minutes from now, a thought that nearly made her faint with anticipation. But she also knew she had done this to Brandi before, and Brandi had erupted in wild orgasms.

And in fact, the moment her thigh touched the splayed meat of Brandi's open pussy, they both went crazy. Brandi groaned, clamping her thighs on it. Laura began sucking and biting her bursting black nipples, and ramming her thigh into Brandi's cunt, rubbing it up and down hard in the slimy furrow of Brandi's pussy. Brandi came almost immediately.

"Ummggnhhh! Ungaaungghhmmnngg!" she screamed into the ball gag, her strong body flexing and quivering as each spasm shook her.

But both of them knew this was only the beginning. Laura quickly slid back down between her thighs and began to eat her pussy passionately, slipping two fingers up into it in almost an exact repeat of the first time they had done this. She got her fingers greasy enough with Brandi's flowing pussy juices to lubricate them as she slid them up into Brandi's ass.

Again Brandi groaned and grimaced, her body rising off the bed as Laura's fingers invaded her. But Laura was sucking her clit at the same time, and finger-raping her ass, and in only a few more seconds Brandi exploded in a second climax, whinnying and shuddering, her beautiful strong body straining at the ropes. She came hard, then collapsed, panting harshly through her nose, quivering from fatigue and aftershocks.

But Laura was still fucking her, now holding Brandi's hard black buns open with one hand and tongue-fucking her asshole, rubbing her clit at the same time with her other hand, until Brandi erupted in a hysterical, squealing fit of fresh coming. And she was still coming when Laura swarmed all over her again, sucking and biting her nipples and pressing her thigh again into Brandi's splayed pussy, mashing it with her thigh muscle, then rubbing her thigh up and down in the wet groove until Brandi stiffened and cried out in a great, cataclysmic final orgasm that seemed to send her into a deep trance of ecstacy.

She had got what she came for, Laura knew, an orgasm so profound and stunning that her spastic fingers clawed helplessly at Laura's flesh as a deep swoon of rapture overtook her. Finally Laura stopped, holding the quivering girl and untying her with one hand as the fierce climax's grip on Brandi began to weaken. Slowly, her powerful body slackened, and she collapsed into Laura's arms, weeping softly as Laura loosened and removed the gag, coming back slowly from the deepest rapture she had ever experienced with Laura, probably her deepest ever.

And still it was not over, for as Laura untied her and kissed the rope marks and tiny effusions of blood where Brandi had strained too hard at the ropes, Brandi began to respond, undulating and moaning, which drew Laura irreversibly into caressing her more pointedly again, and sucking her, and eating her, and in another few minutes Brandi was groaning and shuddering through another orgasm. In contrast to the penultimate one, this was a calm, feathery storm, no sharp, stabbing transfiguration like the last one, but a shockingly intense, deep one nonetheless.

When Brandi finally emerged from it, she was speechless. She simply gazed adoringly at Laura for about five minutes.

"I knew you would do this to me," Brandi finally said, softly, solemnly.

"I know," Laura smiled. "That's why you came to me. That's why you didn't want us to be alone together."

"No . . . I don't mean that. I mean, you'd make me sorry for . . . I don't know, for everything in my life that isn't you."

Laura was deeply moved. But she tried to joke it off. "You don't mean that. It's just a good fuck. Look at it that way."

"Is that the way you look at it?"

Laura looked down at the rumpled sheets. "No," she said softly.

Suddenly she was on her back, with Brandi on top. "I know you don't," Brandi whispered. "I know you've had 'better fucks' than I am."

"No I haven't," Laura said truthfully.

"Really?"

Now Brandi was beaming like a child.

"Really. Ahhh!" she gasped as she felt the sheathed steel of Brandi's huge thigh brush her inflamed, runny cunt. "Oh god Brandi fuck me or I'll die!" she panted.

"Ohhh pretty white lady," Brandi breathed hotly into her ear, "I'm gon' fuck you good, I'm gon' fuck you hard, I'm gon' make you come and come."

"Ohhhhnnn . . . please!" Laura whimpered, her body coming to life under Brandi's strong hands and exploring lips.

"Do you want me to tie you up?"

"No . . . it takes too long," Laura panted. "Oh god oh god please quick quick!"

"But I want you in the old way," Brandi murmured. "The way we did it before."

"Yes!"

Brandi was so strong that she could lift Laura's trembling body easily. She carried Laura to the easy chair across from the bed. Laura straddled her thigh, facing her, and Brandi literally feasted on Laura's perfect breasts, while slowly, carefully sliding Laura's open flowing pussy back and forth on the hard ridge of her thigh muscle. Both of them knew that Laura would quickly go mad with wild lust, and for that reason Brandi, holding Laura's hips in her strong hands, moved her back and forth very carefully.

But even with this care, Laura nearly came several times, nearly collapsing from frantic need as Brandi stopped, hugged her, crooned soft sexy affectionate words to her, before starting again. No one but Karen had ever tormented Laura this way, bringing her repeatedly to the brink, then pulling her back, until she was truly a basket case, clay in Brandi's hands, mewling and whimpering in desperate need.

"Oh god Brandi I'm going to come you have to fuck me now please oh please do it do it hard I'm close I'm so close oh oh oh!"

"Oh, I know you are, baby, I know," Brandi purred, unable to keep her mouth off Laura's throbbing, aching nipples.

As if Laura weighed only as much as a small child, Brandi lifted her quivering body and carried her the few steps to the bed, laying her on her back. Her dark eyes smoked with lust as she brought her sleek, huge thigh muscle up between Laura's spread legs.

Laura nearly swooned, knowing it was about to happen. "Oh god . . . oh shit oh god . . ." she panted, clenching her teeth as she felt the iron-hard ridge of Brandi's smooth, bulging muscle graze her pussy.

Rarely did she fear the power of her orgasms. Only a few times with Karen, and the last time with Brandi. But this time she knew what was coming, and she couldn't help almost losing her breath as she knew what was going to happen.

"Oh Brandi, I'm going to come," she panted desperately. "Don't hold back . . . do it hard!"

"Oh baby, I will. Do you want the gag?"

"Unnghh . . . oh! Too late!"

Laura clamped her own thighs around Brandi's huge muscle, groaning softly. And Brandi grasped her tightly, mashing their breasts together and bringing up her leg into the puckered cleft of Laura's open pussy.

She began pumping and crunching it into Laura's pussy, but Laura came almost immediately, in the middle of the third crunch. At first she didn't have to worry about screaming, because the shattering orgasm completely robbed her of breath. Paralyzed by a piercing lightning bolt of coming, her body stiffened and shuddered under Brandi and hot, desperate cawing sounds came from deep in her throat.

But when the hot wrenching spasms followed the paralysis, the screams tore out of her throat too, and she turned her head sideways into a pillow to muffle them.

"Auungghh! OOWWNNGGHIIEEEEEE!" she screamed into the pillow, feeling her body rise again and again into Brandi's still-pumping thigh, feeling a fresh wave of shocking orgasmic shudders wrench her.

Brandi--sweet, brutally strong Brandi--was fucking her hard, the way she had begged to be fucked, ramming her thigh into Laura's pussy, crushing Laura's clit with her huge muscle, making Laura gag on the violent uprush of two, three killing, throttling orgasms. And then there was a moment of calm, where they were not thrashing together, and Laura was not squealing helplessly into the pillow as wave after crushing wave of bliss swept through her clenching flesh. Instead, she was panting for breath, Brandi was holding her, kissing her, sucking her nipples, caressing her violated groin with the sleek skin of her thigh.

But then it resumed. Almost before she was ready, Laura felt the huge, hard muscle crunching into her throbbing pussy again, felt her whole body quivering in Brandi's strong embrace, and heard her own screams of ecstacy escaping from her constricted throat. This time she felt her heart skip two, three beats as Brandi raped her, felt her body crushed in Brandi's arms, felt herself die with hot coming twice more.

No man had ever raped her more brutally than Brandi was raping her, and yet through her shuddering spasms of coming Laura could feel the love enveloping her. Finally she came close to passing out once again as Brandi kept the pressure on, fucking Laura, bringing her to another wrenching climax, then fucking her again, until Laura was a limp rag in her embrace, panting and weeping, totally spent, wrung out and finished.

She had lost count of her climaxes but knew she had come more than six times in Brandi's embrace. And still Brandi would not release her. Laura realized that her own thigh was pressed against Brandi's pussy too, and Brandi's thighs were clamped tightly on it. Brandi's thigh was mashing into her pussy again, but Brandi was also grinding her own pussy into Laura's.

"Ohhnnn . . . oh god!" Brandi panted, pumping more aggressively. "Oh god, baby, I'm going to . . ."

"Yes . . . oh yes!" Laura panted back, pumping too, feeling one last orgasm on its way, knowing she and Brandi could reach them together. "Come with me . . . Brandi . . . come with me!"

"Ohnngg . . . yes! Yes! Ungghh!" Brandi gasped, nearly squeezing the breath out of Laura with her powerful arms as she approached her climax.

When they both came, it was a scalding, convulsive, horrific mutual orgasm that nearly made them both black out with its intensity. For both shuddering, groaning girls it was an excruciating, almost painful climax, and as it finally waned, they had to help each other untangle their bodies, both panting with exhaustion, and smiling in the afterglow of a fierce, shocking ecstacy.

Finally, Brandi said, hoarsely, "How long since I've seen you?"

"About a year," Laura said softly.

"It gon' be another year, too, pretty white lady," she said. "You and I be bad for each other, girl. I didn't know people fucked the way we do."

Laura laughed softly, kissing her. "I didn't know it either."

"You mean you don't do this with your other girl friends?"

"No," Laura shook her head. "I thought you were going to squeeze me to death. I've never been fucked by a body builder, except you."

"Girl, you haven't lived until you've been fucked by a male body builder," Brandi winked. "One guy nearly did kill me once. And I'm strong. He wrung me out like a pathetic little chicken. And I didn't even come."

"At least you come with me," Laura purred, kissing her over and over.

"Mmmmm, I sure do," Brandi sighed. "Enough for a life time."

Laura knew they both wanted to fuck some more but were too tired. Instead they slept, then awoke refreshed but also chastened by their wild earlier ecstacies. They fucked again, but this time with gentle tenderness, and again, as she had during her last visit, Brandi actually passed out briefly while coming, a deep swoon that left her glowing and giggling softly with happiness.

"I guess you have to rape me a few times and then fuck me soft before I'll go deep on you, pretty white lady," she joked, kissing Laura passionately.

"I'll be happy to do both, whenever you like," Laura smiled.

But Brandi grew serious. "You know we can't. You know we shouldn't have this time."

"Are you sorry?"

Brandi shook her head. "Just scared. Scared of how we sort of self-destruct when we get together. Scared of how much I want to be with you."

"I'm flattered. A horny, married lady body builder who wants me to---"

"Don't say it," Brandi held a hand over her mouth. "Hearing it makes me want to do it with you again."

"We could."

"I have to go."

"Chicken."

"Yes." Her eyes dropped. "I love you, Laura."

"I love you, Brandi."

Then, before they could both cry, Brandi left.