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Submitting Chap. 235 of Laura's Story.
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Chapter 235
Randi had taken down her braids, as she did from time
to time, and the impact on Laura was immediate. Grabbing a
quick coffee to-go in the lunch room, she saw Randi making
herself a sandwich at the sandwich bar. The girl had the
kind of face that made a hot little flutter pulse deep
inside Laura's pussy if she even passed a similar looking
girl on the street. It was the same face, no matter what
hair style, and yet Randi seemed like two different women,
with braids and without.
She did not see Laura watching her, and Laura lurked in
the shadows by the huge coffee urns, her heart pinched with
love and her blood warming from fierce desire. Since
spending the night with Shayla, Laura had `played tennis'
(their euphemism for fucking) with Ada a couple more times
and spent a thrilling evening with Tiffany, who she had
thought might never go to bed with her again after being
tied up and fucked in the ass when she had dared Laura to
`take it.' But as excited as she got with both of them,
Laura could not ignore the throbbing, agonizing, long love
affair she had had with Randi. And seeing her with her hair
in a normal cloud of black waves framing her exquisite face,
seeing her long, shapely body, remembering how she had
spanked her naked bottom until they both dissolved into a
hot frenzy of fucking last time, made Laura quiver inwardly
and bite her lower lip, feeling her eyes water. I want her.
I can't live without her.
Just then, Randi looked up and saw her staring. Laura
smiled uncomfortably and turned to go, but not before she
saw a glimmer of embarrassment in Randi's dark, glistening
eyes too, accompanied by a tight smile.
She went back to her office. After all, she had enough
on her mind without that too. New tenants had finally moved
into the apartment upstairs from her, the one vacated by
Kendra and Jane. An older black professional couple named
Gibson had taken the place. She had seen them only once but
also had seen their name on the mailbox.
They appeared to be in their fifties, very
conservatively dressed. One of her neighbors had told her
casually that the man was a judge, and the woman a college
professor. They never made a sound, and usually came in
late. But Laura was completely in a stew, wondering how she
could continue her private sexual life when she knew from
experience that they could overhear anything above a loud
moan. Some of the delicious girls she loved to fuck
screamed like they were being murdered when they came.
Her turbulent reflections on all this were interrupted
by the phone. It was Randi.
"Look . . . Laura, we've got to talk. I can't stand
it."
"You look gorgeous with your hair down," Laura
whispered.
"You just want to fuck me," Randi whispered into the
phone. "You're like all the rest."
Laura blushed hotly, even though nobody was in her
office but herself. "I . . . I do not," she stammered.
"I love you."
Randi paused. Laura could hear her breathing. "You
don't want to fuck me?"
"God, yes, I do!"
"I can't stand it. It's almost eleven thirty. We
could go somewhere for lunch."
"I just saw you making a sandwich."
"I'm not talking about that kind of lunch."
"I have a meeting at one o'clock."
"So do I," Randi sighed, disappointed. "What about
after that? We get sick. We leave and go to your place."
"Why my place?"
"You know. You have the . . . stuff. I'm afraid I've
been a bad girl, Laura. Again."
Now Laura's sexual desire, already at a fever pitch,
went into high gear. She could feel the pulse thundering in
her throat, and feel the nectars flowing in her pussy.
"Look, we're always getting sick and leaving early . .
. so we can . . . you know. It's starting to look bad."
"Okay, okay. How about after work?"
"Leave early," Laura said. "Four-thirty."
"Four fifteen."
"Yes. I'll meet you there. Don't drive too fast."
Before Randi hung up, she whispered into the phone
again. "I've been bad, Laura. I think I need a little-"
"Don't say it," Laura gulped, hanging up the phone and
taking a couple of deep breaths.
She had completely forgotten about the Gibsons. Oh
god. Maybe they won't be home until later. They don't
usually get there until around seven, I think. I'll have to
ask Randi to keep it down. God, I hate this! I want to
make her pant and beg and scream when she comes.
She tried to put these constraints out of her mind but
knew they would have to be faced eventually. Randi was
waiting for her, seated in her red Eclipse, when Laura
arrived home at quarter to five. She looked utterly
ravishing, turning the heads of all the men who passed on
the street, and Laura again felt the heart-pinching lust she
had felt in the lunch room. It was hard for her to believe
she had actually gone through an affair lasting over a year
with this stunning woman, and that they had both allowed it
to semi-disintegrate over the past few months. How could I
live without her? Laura wondered.
Worse, she had seen Randi sitting in this car before,
but now she looked like an entirely different woman, her
head movements somehow different without the swishing,
swirling braids dangling to her shoulders. She was
impossibly fetching. Laura could feel the catch in her
throat she had felt the first time she saw her. Randi gave
Laura a smoldering glance as Laura walked up to her.
"Took you long enough."
"I saw you leaving the building with a very attractive
young guy the other evening," Laura said, glowering down at
her, also wondering why she had chosen this moment to bring
it up, as Randi was clearly wondering too. "He was wearing
an expensive suit and had on maroon suspenders."
"Nate," Randi smiled, getting out of her car and
setting the car alarm with a small hand-held device,
enjoying Laura's eyes all over her body and her long legs.
"Nate Rogers. He's in legal. A legal eagle."
"He sure had his eagle eye all over you."
Randi smiled back over her shoulder. "You mean like
you do now?"
They walked toward Laura's apartment building. Randi
was dressed-conservatively, for her-in a cream-colored
business suit accented by large green buttons. She had on
nail polish and lipstick to match the buttons, which looked
okay on her nails but not on her lips, full, sensual lips,
lips Laura wanted to devour, now somehow looking half-
repulsive from the greenish slime Randi had smeared on them
to match her outfit.
"I'm surprised he likes to kiss you when you have that
shit all over your lips," Laura said to her.
"Oh, he does a lot more than kiss them," Randi said in
a half-audible voice, looking up and down the sidewalk,
wondering how nasty she could be. "In fact, he stuck his
big black dick right between them. Just last night too.
And he has a real big one."
Laura felt herself blushing and took deep, measured
breaths, not wanting Randi to see her upset. "So . . .
something happen between you and the blonde witch?"
"Rhonda?
"You know two of them?"
Randi scowled, clearly depressed at the thought. "She
got an unexpected call from the bimbo she used to go with,
the one that was the Playmate. The skinny fake Neegro with
the red hair."
Ah, Stevie Archer! Laura thought. That dangerous,
wonderful creature. Did Rhonda give Stevie a second chance?
And kick Randi out of her bed in the process? What a cruel
blow. Randi was every bit as lovely as Stevie, but these
old attachments died hard. Look at Deshona and her husband.
Or Rob returning to Camille. Love conquers all, Laura
thought. Even unbelievably hot fucking.
"You met her?" Laura asked. "The bimbo, I mean?"
Randi shook her head as they entered the foyer of
Laura's building. "I saw her picture. Rhonda had it up
like a kind of fucking shrine in a room in her house where
she thought I wouldn't go. I left."
"Did she cry?" Laura tried to suppress her glee.
"Of course. Let's not talk about her."
They got into the elevator. "Let's not talk about
Nate's big black dick either, okay?" Laura suggested,
allaying her bitterness with a half-smile.
Randi nodded grimly. Both knew they rarely kept these
agreements. They loved each other and yet couldn't refrain
from hurting each other. Laura unlocked the door to her
apartment and they went inside.
"We have to be careful. I have new neighbors. I
haven't even met them yet, but they're older, conservative.
I don't think they'd be happy about lesbian orgies going on
down here."
Randi batted her long eyelashes. "I declare, Miss
Laura. Did you get me over here with the intent of having a
`lesbian orgy'? Is that how you put it? What you gon' do,
spank me and fuck my black pussy?"
Randi was alluding to their last time together, when
Laura had spanked her `harder than my Mama ever did'. The
mere joking mention of it made electricity flash between
their eyes. Laura double-locked the door. Randi pursed her
green lips.
"Good god, I really do think you mean to rape and
despoil me. Help."
Laura laughed. "Nothing can help you now."
Randi posed and pouted. "If you aren't nice, I won't
let you see my tattoo."
Laura grimaced. "Tell me you're kidding."
Randi shook her head, always delighted to shock.
"You would mar that exquisite body of yours with a
tattoo?"
"Don't be such a sourpuss. Maybe I had `Laura'
wreathed in red roses put on my booty."
"I doubt it," Laura said, sourly. "Well, let me see
it."
Randi gave her a sexy, ambiguous smile. She shook her
head. "First I have a confession to make." She looked
down, twisting her fingers. "I didn't keep my part of the
deal. I guess you figured that out. I went to bed with
Rhonda again."
Last time, Laura had agreed not to see Deshona if Randi
agreed not to see Rhonda. Both had known they would not
keep the bargain. The forces working against it were too
strong. For Randi, Rhonda was her surest way to twist the
knife in Laura's heart. Anyway, Rhonda was attractive,
powerful in the company, and probably treated Randi like a
princess, that is until Stevie re-entered her life. Laura
was so in thrall to Deshona that nothing could stop her from
fucking the woman if she got the chance, which Deshona had
given her by showing up drunk and wildly sexy in the middle
of the night, after a fight with her ex-husband.
"Well, aren't you a deceitful little cunt," she said
calmly to Randi, deciding to take the high ground-even
though she was not entitled to it-since Randi wanted to act
this out.
"You didn't do it again with the dwarf?" Randi asked,
skeptically, referring to Deshona with a raised eyebrow.
Somehow this raised eyebrow, together with her smooth,
high forehead now framed by her billows of black hair
instead of her braids, made her piercingly enchanting to
Laura, as if she were a shockingly beautiful girl that Laura
had never seen before this very minute. She wanted to kiss
her and ravish her on the spot. Then her attention was
drawn again to the green lips.
"Of course I didn't. A deal is a deal."
Laura gritted her teeth to suppress a rising blush,
then turned away abruptly, stalking over to the drapes and
pulling them shut.
"I don't know whether I believe you," Randi said
softly. "But I told you I'd been a bad girl. I think maybe
you're going to have to spank me again."
These words were almost enough to light a flame inside
Laura's already wet pussy. She gestured to Randi with her
head, indicating the bathroom.
"Come in here with me and let me wipe that horrible
green slime off your mouth so I can kiss you and then see
your tattoo," she murmured, a gentle invitation.
Randi flirted. "You just want to fuck me because I
look like an entirely new girl to you without my braids.
It's like I'm a twin, right? I'm her sister. You can get
off on that, right?"
Laura dragged her into the bathroom by one arm and
forcibly wiped away the disgusting lipstick with a wet
washcloth. "I get off on you period," she breathed,
crushing Randi's lips under her own, kissing her right
there, pushing her against the wall, forcing her tongue into
Randi's mouth.
She unbuttoned the huge green buttons of Randi's suit
jacket while ravenously kissing her neck, her cheek, her
ears, burying her nose in the clouds of her hair, inhaling
the sweet perfume of her scalp, wanting to inhale Randi
herself, as hungry as she had ever been for her.
"Whoa, girl, you are a sex fiend. You just like all
the others. Rhonda, Rob, Nate, my old boyfriend Curtis.
You just be wanting to fuck and fuck me all the time, like I
wasn't even a person but just a tight little black pussy you
can root around in. Now, cut it out, girl!"
She pulled away playfully.
"I want you," Laura panted, eyes glazed, totally
consumed by her sexual hunger.
"You are ruining my expensive suit, girl. Have some
manners, okay. I'm going to show you my tattoo now." Her
eyes twinkled with droll mischief. "After you see it,
you'll be wanting to fuck me from here to the moon and
back."
"I already do," Laura confessed.
Randi crooked one long black forefinger and beckoned
Laura toward the bedroom, backing out the bathroom door,
leading Laura down the hall. God, I would do anything for
this girl, wouldn't I? Laura thought. Anything to get her
into bed. I'm such a slave to her delicious beauty. How
could I ever have let her get away?
For some reason, Laura had abandoned of late her reflex
practice of closing the bedroom door behind her and her
lover, even though there was certainly no one else in the
apartment. But now, she closed it, quietly and firmly.
Somehow it made her feel more secure.
"Why'd you do that?" Randi asked, amused, perhaps
remembering when Laura had done it in the past.
Now Laura cocked an eyebrow. "So no one can hear your
screams."
Randi didn't reply but smirked sexily, slowly peeling
off her clothes while Laura watched. Actually, Laura wanted
to start taking off her own clothes, so eager was she to
pull the girl down on her bed, but she felt that it was
disrespectful to Randi's little seductive, theatrical
display. A tattoo! What had possessed this gorgeous
creature to ruin her phenomenally soft and silky dark skin
with a filthy insignia of some kind?
And watching more and more of that delicious dark skin
come slowly into view as Randi shed her clothes was an
acutely pleasurable experience. Randi knew how Laura was
suffering and percolating with sexual need as she carefully
and very slowly removed her blouse, then her skirt, kicking
off her shoes. For once, Laura marveled, she was not
wearing red underwear. It was black and lacy, wildly
alluring, the bra dipping low, the panties wispy and
embossed with black roses.
Randi smiled at her as she reached behind her back to
unfasten the bra, knowing how Laura loved to watch her do
it. Laura thought this was one of the sexiest things in
life, watching a beautiful woman take off her bra, and had
told Randi so in the past. Now Randi played a brief
peekaboo for Laura with her splendid breasts, finally
dropping the bra cups so that Laura could drink in the sight
of her naked globes, and her large, swelling black nipples.
"Looks like you missed these," she said in a low, smoky
voice.
Laura nodded, nearly speechless with lust. She could
not take her eyes off them, though she had love-mauled them
on countless occasions. She found herself being grateful
that at least the horrible tattoo had not disfigured these
peerless beauties.
"I did," she swallowed. "Would you hurry with the
tattoo? I'm getting pretty horny."
Randi's face dipped, and she looked at Laura with mock
seriousness from under her heavy eyelids. "You always
horny, Miss Laura. You hornier than any guy I ever knew."
Smiling coquettishly, she hooked her thumbs under the
elastic band of her panties and began inching them down her
firm, gleaming thighs. At first Laura's eyes were on the
thighs, but then they quickly drifted to the skin of Randi's
flat belly and saw a dark black-blue filigreed image
emerging as the panties slipped lower. It was a stylized
version of an ankh, more decorative than usual but perfectly
proportioned and well-placed between the upper fringe of
Randi's pubic hair and her marvelous sunken navel.
She paused as Laura scrutinized it. "It's an ankh,"
she said.
"I know."
"Do you know what an ankh is?"
Still staring at it, Laura shook her head slowly. She
couldn't keep her eyes from drifting down further. Randi
had a huge clit, the biggest Laura had ever seen, a whitish
bulb as big as a fat grape, and she could see it glimmering
below the shiny jet-black curls of Randi's thatch.
"It's an ancient Egyptian symbol for eternal life,"
Randi whispered, now looking down at the tattoo also,
rubbing it gingerly with one fingertip. "They used to bury
the pharaohs with them so they'd live forever. Did you know
Egypt was really a black country? They were really black,
you know. Egypt, after all, is in Africa."
"So I've heard," Laura said, half in a daze, pulsing
and seething with sexual need for this stunning girl. "Can
I kiss it?"
Randi giggled, unaccountably nervous and surprised.
"Well . . . I guess you can. I thought you wanted to spank
me."
"No," Laura looked up into her eyes. "You were the one
who wanted that."
Randi's black eyes clouded over in a quick hot haze of
lust too, which Laura recognized. "I still do," she said
softly. "I've been bad." Then she grinned. "Also, last
time you did it, I came harder than I ever have."
Now Laura was removing her own clothes as fast as she
could without ripping them. "No, you came harder than that
when I fist-raped you down at that rich person's house.
When we were fighting."
Randi bit her full lower lip. "God, you're right. But
what about your new neighbors? They'll hear."
"Not if I can help it," Laura breathed, finally naked,
stretching out on the bed and pulling Randi down onto it
with her.
They kissed, a long, slow, deeply soulful kiss, the
kind of kiss they had shared in the first days of their
intimacy, before any jealousies or anger had arisen. Laura
stroked Randi's naked body with her fingertips, loving it
totally, enjoying every soft curve and smooth expanse,
feeling Randi do the same to her, as if they were exploring
each other's warm flesh for the first time. Laura kissed
her smooth black neck, her sculptured throat, her perfectly
straight clavicles.
"You could have made a lot of money as a model," she
whispered softly, kissing the smooth shallows under Randi's
collarbones. "So tall . . . and having these perfect
bones."
"Only room for a couple of black models," Randi panted.
"Tyra Green Eyes, and Naomi, they got it sewed up, I think."
"They have nothing on you. I've seen those pictures of
Naomi in Playboy, and she doesn't have these big, soft,
gorgeous nipples like you've got. Can I kiss them?"
"You better do more than kiss them," Randi stared at
her. "Aren't you going to spank me? God, Laura, I've been
looking forward to it all afternoon."
Laura winked at her. In an instant, she was off the
bed and into the closet, fishing at the bottom of the dirty
clothes basket where she hid things, and coming up with the
handcuffs and the ball gag. She hid them behind her back as
she returned to the bed.
"Turn over onto your stomach, you bad thing," she said
playfully to Randi.
"Now, don't make a joke out of it," Randi said,
seriously. "You know, I have been bad. Very bad. Want me
to tell you how bad I've been, so you can really make me pay
for it?"
Slowly, she turned over on to her stomach as Laura had
directed, smiling slyly.
"I let her fuck me," she whispered, her words goading
and daring Laura. "She fucked me all night, last Friday. I
begged her to fuck me, just so I could tell you and make you
jealous. She ate my pussy and stuck her finger up my ass,
and Laura, I came about twelve times. It even made Rhonda
jealous. She never comes more than two or three times. Too
frigid and constipated with her hot shit white girl power
trip, I guess. But it didn't stop me. God, I came so much,
it almost reminded me of being with you. And then, last
night I let Nate fuck me in the ass. He's been dying to, of
course. And I let him. Wow, he has a big one. It hurt a
little, you know? But then . . . dyNOmite! Umm. Come? I
died . . . just died."
Laura cracked a sinister smile. "Did you clean it out
good afterward?"
Randi frowned, puzzled, apparently wondering why Laura
would want to know. "Of course. I took a long bath."
Laura's smile became even more menacing. "Oh, good."
She brought out the handcuffs from behind her back, dangling
them in front of Randi's face. "Now be a good girl . . .
for a change . . . and put your wrists up here by the bed
post."
Randi seemed to blanch, her marvelous black skin
turning briefly ashen in disbelief. "I thought you were
going to tie me up."
Laura smiled tightly, swinging the handcuffs like a
pendulum. "Quicker."
Not giving Randi a chance to protest, she pushed her
down, straddling her back and closing one cuff over one of
Randi's wrists before she could struggle free.
"I don't know whether I want this!" her voice rose in
panic, as Laura quickly looped the chain around the post and
handcuffed her other hand.
"Too late," Laura breathed into her ear. "You
shouldn't have been such a bad girl."
"I don't want to be handcuffed, Laura. It scares me."
"Then this ought to make your day complete," Laura
said, producing the ball gag, a shiny red ball attached to a
double-strapped harness.
This time she did struggle a little, but Laura easily
got the ball into her mouth and fastened the harness buckle
behind her head. Now Randi was gagged and handcuffed to the
bed post, her long naked back and curvy bottom and
spectacular long legs stretched out across Laura's bed, her
eyes streaked with fear. She made soft, pathetic,
whimpering noises into the gag.
Laura contemplated her lovely body, wondering if she
did not like this even more than the rope. With the rope,
you got stressed and bulging flesh, swollen breasts and
nipples, straining muscles, unnatural contortions. With
only the handcuffs, Randi's body was still visible in all
its stunning perfection and smooth, dark beauty, but it was
not grotesquely distorted or mangled by the tight strands of
hemp.
Laura ran one hand worshipfully over the gently
swelling moons of Randi's naked ass. She most preferred the
high, hard, up-jutting, perfectly round and glimmering black
melons that made Chanitra's, or Jane's, or (winner of the
Booty Contest) Tiffany's asses so breathtaking and
desirable, but she realized that many people would find
Randi's more modestly curved bottom the absolute pinnacle of
beauty. And she was willing to share their point of view,
for the moment. Her hand at first caressed the smooth,
curved asscheeks, but soon she was kneading and squeezing
the firm mounds, sliding her fingers teasingly into the
crack between them, feeling Randi's body tense up and quiver
in anticipation.
Finally, she began to rub the smooth hills of flesh
with the flat of her hand, rubbing them harder, harder, then
slapping them both lightly, then more aggressively.
"You promised you wouldn't let her fuck you any more,"
she glowered down at Randi, whose head was turned so that
she could look up at Laura, her eyes pulsing and swimming in
sex and fear.
"Ummgghh!" she groaned into the ball gag.
"You are a beautiful little tramp and a slut."
"Ungghh!" Randi nodded, wincing as the flat of Laura's
palm finally made a resounding impact against the flesh of
her ass.
The smack of her hand against Randi's taut flesh was so
loud that it even startled Laura. She realized that she was
breathing hard, that her pussy was throbbing and flooding,
that she was fiercely aroused. Her eyes fell to the
beautiful, swelling moons of Randi's vulnerable ass, and she
began to smack them again with the flat of her palm,
rapidly, viciously, even grunting softly as each hard blow
landed.
Laura loved it and descended quickly into a demonic,
exhilarating frenzy of spanking. She loved the feel of
Randi's firm, smooth buns against her hand, loved the
stinging thrill of impact, loved the way Randi's beautiful
ass clenched up in amazing ripples of muscle each time her
palm cracked into the bare black moons. Even though Randi's
moans and cries were muffled by the gag, they still filled
Laura's bedroom, a distressing, high-pitched stream of
hysterical whimpering, as Laura smacked her lovely ass again
and again, aiming for a different place each time.
She had not even felt real anger up until now, but as
she spanked the girl with increasing violence, she began to
see, through the red fog of her excitement and lust, an
inner vision of Randi being physically devoured by the vile
Rhonda. Both of them were naked, writhing together,
Rhonda's creamy, beautiful body and golden blonde hair
sharply contrasted with Randi's long, shapely, dark arms and
legs and sinuous black back, Rhonda's swollen, large pink
nipples pressing against the wide, black, gleaming bulbs of
Randi's nipples, their flesh intermingling, their faces
contorted in ecstatic smiles as they probed and kissed and
fucked one another eagerly.
She saw Rhonda sucking Randi's breasts, saw her kissing
Randi's tattoo, frenching Randi's deep navel, saw Rhonda's
face between Randi's yawning thighs, her mouth pressed
fervidly to Randi's pussy, licking Randi's huge, protruding
clit, tongue-fucking Randi into unbearable paroxysms of
pleasure. Laura had seen Randi's facial expressions when
she was coming so many times that they were burned into her
brain, and now she could see each nuance of incredible bliss
pass across her exquisite features as she repeatedly died of
coming in response to Rhonda's hungry caresses.
The anguish and hot jealousy of all this consumed her,
and she began to whack and slap Randi's inflamed asscheeks
even more viciously. And now the grotesque and erotic
sensuality of her assault drove her to begin squeezing and
pinching the firm black mounds between each stinging slap.
First she grabbed one jouncy, round buttock, digging her
fingers into the resilient flesh, sliding her fingers down
the bulging underside, gripping a piece of flesh in her hand
and squeezing it mercilessly.
"Mnngghiieemmnn!" Randi howled into the gag, looking
around her eyes flooding with tears of pain.
Laura followed this brutal pinch with a fiery, fierce
smack of her hand onto the same cheek she had just released,
bringing fresh howl of pain from Randi's throat, strangled
before it could escape by the gag. She smacked Randi's ass
again, twice, three times, viciously, then grabbed Randi's
other quivering buttock in the same way with her hand,
pinching and twisting the firm, delectably resilient flesh
brutally.
"Ohhggmnnngggnniee!" Randi wailed, turning her head,
her cheeks now slick with tears, her body thrashing and
squirming under Laura's blows as she desperately tried to
wiggle her ass out of the way.
But there was no escape. Laura now dropped both hands
to the swollen mounds of flesh and assaulted Randi's ass in
a passionate frenzy of punishing caresses, pinching and
squeezing and biting the girl's delicious smooth buns, then
cracking them hard with the palm of her hand, so hard that
her hand stung and Randi gurgled in pain.
"You cunt . . . you bitch!" she gasped, striking
Randi's already-bruised bottom again and again sharply with
the flat of her hand. "How could you let her fuck you? You
promised me! You bitch!"
In the back of her mind, part of her was amused and
troubled that she, Laura, could be doing this, acting so
genuinely hurt and jealous, when initially she had only been
somewhat depressed by Randi's betrayal, especially since she
had obviously been unable to keep the bargain either. But
then she realized that tears of rage were streaming down her
own cheeks while she was viciously spanking Randi's bare
ass, and squeezing the writhing girl's beautiful round
asscheeks mercilessly, making Randi whinny and gag on her
pain.
In this almost feral state, she could smell the hot
funky fuck-odors drifting up to her flaring nostrils from
Randi's aroused pussy, and she could see the glimmering wet
matted fur of Randi's crotch hair between the girl's
flexing, jerking thighs, and glimpse the festering red wet
seam of her open cunt. Oh god, she thought wildly, I'm
going to fuck her, I'm going to fuck her so hard, I'm going
to devour her with fucking!
Bending down, she plunged one hand into the mess of
matted hair and oozing cunt meat, working her fingers into
Randi's pussy, which yielded easily, letting her whole hand
slip in. Probably stretched bigger from letting that damned
Nate shove his huge hard dick in there over and over, she
thought crazily. She drove her hand in deep, hearing Randi
grunt, pained and shocked, into the gag.
"Unnmmgghhh! Ohnngggg!"
Her tortured groans only spurred Laura on. With her
free hand, she pulled open Randi's buns and, then slid her
forefinger into the tight, wrinkled black rosebud of her
anus, inspiring another strangled shriek.
"Nnnmmggiiieeee!"
Then, her ultimate objective, Laura slid her finger out
and, bending even lower, slithered her tongue into the tiny,
puckered orifice, tongue-fucking Randi's asshole and now
twisting and plunging her hand into the girl's clasping wet
pussy. It was a wild frenzy of fucking, with Randi flipping
and squirming and screaming hysterically into the gag, her
lovely long body contorted and twisted by her violent
struggles as she tried to escape the fierce passion Laura
was concentrating on her.
But she also came, almost immediately. The sharp
squeezing of her asshole expelled Laura's probing tongue,
and her body went into smoother, more agonizing convulsions,
shuddering in long, wrenching spasms as she swooned through
an orgasm more intense than Laura remembered ever seeing her
have before. Laura was not plunging her hand into the poor
girl's ravished pussy any longer, and she merely kept it
there, not moving it, feeling the inner muscles of Randi's
climaxing pussy squeeze it too, and hearing the soft,
cawing, desperate, moans that were caught in the girl's
throat, muffled by the horrible gag.
Suddenly a dreadful wave of guilt swept over Laura.
Even though Randi was still trembling and quivering in the
aftershocks of a stupendous orgasm, Laura felt terrible
about what she had done. Carefully extricating her wet hand
from the girl's pussy, trying not to disturb the last,
excruciatingly pleasurable moments of this crushing climax,
she wiped her fingers on the sheet and quickly unfastened
the buckle of the gag behind Randi's head.
"Ohhhhnnnn!" Randi's moans suddenly escaped. "Ohhhhh
god! Oh god!"
This made Laura feel even worse, though Randi's moans
seemed to be more sexual than painful. Laura kissed her
naked shoulders, her back, her wet cheek, her ear.
"Oh . . . I'm so sorry," she gasped to Randi. "I love
you, Randi. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Stunned, her face still wet from her own tears, Randi
gave Laura a bleak smile. "You didn't even kiss my tattoo,
you bitch," she half-whispered, her voice so hoarse from
screaming that she could barely get the words out. "I've
been having fantasies for weeks about you kissing my
tattoo."
Randi pouted, and Laura leaned down and kissed her
mouth hungrily. She herself was still devastatingly horny
and needed release badly. Randi was still handcuffed to the
bed. They kissed in a deep, passionate way that made it
very clear the heat was not yet dissipated, that the hot
hunger they felt was still there.
"Are you going to kiss my tattoo?" Randi whispered,
coyly.
"I hate to point this out, but you're lying on your
stomach," Laura teased her, tracing an invisible line with
the tip of her finger over Randi's sensual lips.
Randi gave Laura fetching moue. "Good thing. I may
never want to sit on my ass again, after what you did to it.
And my pussy feels like somebody's hand been pumping it."
Laura dropped her head, contrite. "You can do anything
you want to me," she said in a hushed, apologetic voice.
"Can't do anything until you take of these damn
handcuffs," Randi said with sharp humor.
Hurriedly, Laura found the key in the bedside table
drawer and unlocked the cuffs. Randi rubbed her wrists with
her fingers. Laura took each hand, one by one, in both of
hers and tenderly kissed Randi's wrists where the handcuffs
had hurt them. Randi had very beautiful wrists.
"Every part of your body is beautiful," Laura said to
her, looking deep into her eyes with hot, burning love and
sexual hunger. "I want to look in your eyes when I come,"
she confessed.
"That can be arranged," Randi smiled, speaking softly.
"Why don't you lay down here next to me and look in my
eyes."
They stretched out side by side, and Randi slid one
hand down Laura's naked body to her hip, then let it drop to
Laura's crotch. Obligingly, Laura parted her thighs to let
Randi's hand between them.
"You know . . . you really spanked me pretty hard,"
Randi said. "Never thought I'd like that . . . but I almost
came even before you put your hand in. Maybe I ought to be
bad more often."
Laura shook her hand. "I've spanked you for the last
time."
Randi frowned. "You a real bitch, Miss Laura. I think
I'll just have to goad you into it. You didn't even suck my
titties either, which you love so much."
"Mmmm, I'm going to correct that right now," Laura
purred.
Since they were facing each other, side by side, she
began by cradling one perfect globe in her palm and licking
and sucking Randi's big, bulging black nipple until both of
them were too excited to stay in that position. Then Randi
rolled Laura onto her back, straddling her hips, and dangled
the luscious globes in Laura's face, dropping one hand to
Laura's pussy and gently rubbing her fingers in rhythmic
swirls against Laura's swollen clit while Laura's thirstily
sucked Randi's nipples.
She held the beautiful, firm black balls of springy
flesh in both hands, feasting on Randi's swelling, gleaming
wet nipples, tonguing them, sucking them gently, harder,
nipping them, refreshing Randi's sexual need and veering her
off her course, which was to bring Laura to a climax. Both
of them were going to come again, and Laura desperately
wanted to put off her own orgasm a few more seconds, just to
squeeze the last ounce of impossibly intense pleasure out of
this wonderful moment.
She even stopped for a minute, staring up at Randi, her
eyes throbbing and pulsing with hot sex. "Stop . . . just
for second," she begged. "Please."
"You're going to come, Laura," Randi panted softly,
letting her fingertips rest gently on Laura's throbbing
clit. "I can feel your body twitching."
"Oh god, I know!" Laura gasped. "But I want it to
last. I want it to last forever."
Randi smiled. "Look into my eyes, Laura. "Look into
my eyes. You are going to come . . . right . . . now.
Now."
She resumed rubbing Laura's clit in just the fashion
she knew would bring Laura to the brink. They had made love
many times and knew one another's body. Laura knew there
was no way to prevent the explosion. She was holding both
of Randi's dangling breasts in her hands but could not keep
her arms up any longer as the preliminary waves began to
sweep through her body. Her arms fell to the bed.
"Oh yes!" she gasped, arching her back instinctively.
She looked up into Randi's eyes, gazing at the gorgeous
face that moved her so much, somehow changed without the
braids but if anything more beautiful than ever.
"Now, Laura," Randi whispered.
"Oh . . . oh god. Yes! Aunnngghhhhh! Ungghhh! Oh
god . . . auungghhhh!"
She fell over the edge. She dissolved into a rush of
hot, billowing waves that engulfed her and enveloped her
throbbing body, washing over her as each fresh, jolting
spasm shook her flesh. And through it all, she kept her
eyes open and fastened hard on Randi's, letting the sweet,
pulsing rapture grip her body but never flinching for a
second with her hot gaze, letting Randi see her deep love
and her endless desire as each successive orgasmic shock
moved her. And Randi's eyes never left Laura's either as
she rode out the tumult, crouched over Laura, still rubbing
her pussy with tender, infinite skill, her eyes feeding back
to Laura's the same love and desire she was receiving.
After Laura stopped coming, they embraced and coiled
together, tingling and cooing softly, then dozing in each
other's arms, unaware of the time or the world. We
shouldn't let anything get in the way of this, Laura thought
dreamily. Too good. Too sweet.
Probably a half an hour passed before they stirred
again.
"I still haven't kissed the famous tattoo," Laura
whispered into Randi's marvelous, whorled, black ear,
licking the earlobe affectionately.
Smirking with saucy pride, Randi rolled over onto her
back and exposed her long, beautiful naked body to Laura.
"Now's your chance. Go for it."
Laura did. She started again at Randi's scrumptious
breasts and nipples, since she could never get enough of
them, then slipped down Randi's body slowly, kissing her way
down, until her lips arrived at the ankh. She kissed her
way all around it, then ran her lips over it from top to
bottom, feeling Randi shiver in excitement, hearing her
soft, sexy giggles.
"Will I live forever too if I suck the clitoris of a
girl who has an ankh tattooed on her belly?" she murmured
softly to Randi, looking up at her from under her veiled
eyelids.
"You might," Randi smiled. "I'll put in a word for
you. Oh! Oh, Laura!"
Laura had dropped her mouth lower, and her tongue had
quickly found the huge, bursting grape of Randi's large
clit, flicking it excitedly.
"Unh! Ohnng!"
"You aren't going to come yet," Laura warned her
softly, "because I am going to lick this beautiful pussy for
another twenty minutes without stopping. And you're just
going to have to wait."
"I can't!" Randi gasped, squirming. "God . . . nobody
does it to me like you do! Oh god, Laura! Unhh! Yes . . .
right there! Yes, like that! Unhhh!"
But Laura didn't give it to her full throttle. Randi's
pussy was among the three or four most beautiful Laura had
ever seen, and Laura hated being denied the opportunity to
slurp and suck it lovingly for long, delicious minutes. She
held the slick, glistening black labia open with the fingers
of both hands, exposing the wet fiery magenta interior, an
oozing, exposed patch of raw cunt meat that she licked
hungrily, exulting in the tart, coppery taste of Randi's
flowing fuck juices, slithering her tongue into the small
cavity in the very center of it.
"Ooooohhnnnn!" Randi whooped, her pelvis shuddering
slightly as she rocked her hips, churning her cunt up into
Laura's mouth. "Oh god oh shit! Yes, Laura, yes! Ungghh!
You better get ready. I'm . . . I'm going to come, honey!"
"Oh, not yet!" Laura whimpered desperately, wanting
more, not wanting it to end.
"Oh yes, oh Laura! Fuck me, Laura, fuck me! Yes, fuck
me!"
It was hard for Laura to believe that a few minutes ago
she had had her entire hand inside this sweet, tight,
gorgeous pussy, twisting it, pushing it deep, making Randi
groan and come unbelievably while choking and sputtering
into the ball gag. It was not a small pussy, like Mavis's
or Tiffany's, but it was not huge either, and she wondered
at its capacity to expand enough to accept her fist. She
didn't have time to contemplate it for long, though. Randi
was writhing and moaning in a frenzied fit of sexual need.
Laura didn't want her to come without feeling Randi's
large, bulbous clit inside her mouth, and she licked her way
up Randi's streaming, puckering, red, wet pussy to the top,
flicking the fat whitish bulb with her tongue and then
quickly sucking the whole thing, hood and all, into her
mouth. Randi moaned and quivered. She grabbed one of her
breasts with her hand, twisting her thick, erect black
nipple hard in two fingers, pinching and pulling it, arching
her back as Laura's love-assault grew even more intense.
"Oh! Oh!"
Seeing Randi's whole body rippling and undulating, the
muscles clenching in her stomach and thighs as she neared
the finish, prompted Laura to reach up with one hand and
grasp Randi's other breast, squeezing it hard and pinching
the sensitive nipple too. She sucked Randi's big clit, not
hard or roughly, but insistently, lovingly, in long, slow
sucks, bringing the whimpering girl to the very pinnacle of
pleasure. Don't come, she chanted to herself, hoping
against hope. Don't come yet. I want this pussy. I want
to kiss and love and fuck it forever!
But Randi was already there. She began to come almost
before either one of them knew she was going to do it,
shattered by an orgasm that was fully the equal of the one
Laura had given her by spanking her earlier.
"Auungghhhiieeee!" she squealed, then lapsed into a
fierce trance of silence and shuddering, her whole body
quivering violently as the shocks of her climax gripped her,
toes curling, beautiful face contorted in a sharp grimace of
ecstacy.
Laura held Randi's clit gently between her lips, not
sucking any more, but feeling the hot, sexual current of
connection that ran between their two bodies via her lips
encircling the throbbing nub of nerves. Randi came for
nearly an entire minute before her body began undulating
slower, slower, then collapsed back to the mattress. Now
Laura released the girl's clit, giving it a last,
affectionate lick that made Randi's body jump again in a
startled reflex.
"Unh!"
"You want to come again, darling?" Laura purred. "I
think you could do it."
"Aren't you afraid I'll scare your new neighbors?"
Randi grinned, still glassy-eyed from a pulverizing orgasm.
"I'm sorry I screamed a little."
"I love it when you scream," Laura said, glancing over
at the bedside clock.
She was shocked to see that it was nearly seven. They
had been in bed for about two hours. Randi saw her face.
"They coming home about now?" she asked, head tilted to
the side.
"I think they usually do . . . about this time," Laura
said glumly.
"Won't do for them to be hearing this horny little
black girl wailing and coming like a pig being slaughtered,
will it now?"
Laura slid up to embrace her and kiss her, unwilling
for it to be over. "You don't sound like that at all. It
almost makes me come just to hear you coming."
"I can believe that. Almost anything makes you come.
You look at my braids and you come."
Laura pouted. "You like it, don't you?"
Randi scowled playfully, slipping off the bed and
beginning to gather her clothes. "I like everything but the
sore butt. You think you got your revenge?"
Laura pulled on a bathrobe to see her to the door. She
still felt seriously guilty over the spanking she had given
Randi. "I . . . don't know how to apologize," she said,
looking down.
Randi didn't speak until she was again dressed and had
readjusted her hair. Her eyes flickered dangerously at
Laura. "Don't know what I'll do to be bad now that Rhonda
went back to her Neegro. You won't get that mad about
Nate."
"Don't bet on it."
At the door they kissed, a slow, lingering, romantic
kiss. "You loved spanking me, didn't you," Randi said.
"Admit it."
Laura nodded, still feeling guilty though. "You come
pretty hard when I do that."
Randi smiled salaciously. "Then maybe I can get you to
do it even when I haven't been bad."
"Come over tomorrow night and I'll kiss every inch I
paddled today, promise."
"And suck my clit again too?"
Laura nodded.
"Tell me, do I have an especially big clit? Rhonda
said I do."
"Honey, you have the world champ, the biggest clit I
ever saw. And if you don't quit tempting me, I'm going to
drag you to the floor right here and spoil that expensive
suit trying to get it in my mouth again."
"Oooohhh, I love it when you're hungry for me like
that. I'll be here."
"I can't wait," Laura said in a breathy voice, telling
the truth, winking sexily at Randi as she closed the door
behind her.
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