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"The Alien's Gift"

by J.R. Parz

I

Up until last night, Colt Winters was your typical "C" average high
school student, who would be graduating high school at the end
of the month. He possessed average looks, a slim build on a 5'8"
frame, brown hair and brown eyes. He was considered a loner by
his clates while most of his teachers, if asked, would find
him hard to remember in one light or another.

Why Colt was bestowed this gift, he had no idea. What he did
know, was, now he possessed this incredible power. If Colt were
to tell you how or when he received this power, he would say it
was on June 3rd. Colt was one of the handful of residents from
Lincoln County, who spotted the UFO. Like sightings everywhere
in America, the local papers buzzed with the news, but the
mainstream media downplayed the reports and eventually
dismissed the sightings as the imaginations of intoxicated
witnesses. One sighting that went unreported was by seventeen
year old Colt Winters. Colt had been cutting through the field in
back of the general store when he came upon the strange looking
aircraft. No sooner had he realize the significance of what he was
looking at, when he found his body walking up the platform and
into the spacecraft. The realization of this act didn't sink in until
Colt was actually standing at attention inside a glass tube-like
chamber.

A voice boomed in his head; "COLT. WE ARE FROM A PLANET
MANY LIGHT YEARS FROM YOUR GALAXY. WE ARE A TEAM OF
WHAT YOU WOULD CALL SCIENTIST. WE HAVE SELECTED YOU IN
A STUDY WHICH WILL TAKE ONLY ONE HOUR OF YOUR EARTH
TIME. AS A TOKEN OF OUR GRATITUDE WE WILL BESTOW UPON
YOU PERFECTION. PHYSICALLY AND MENTALLY, YOU WILL BE
ONE HUNDRED PERCENT".

Colt was awestruck! Never in his wildest dreams could he even
imagine an experience such as this. Colt comprehended every
word and although a small part of him was frightened over what
was going on, he felt a terrific rush of energy flood his brain.
After the hour elapsed, Colt felt strong. Incredibly strong. Then it
was over and he again was a passenger in his body as he walked
outside the craft. He turned to watch the saucer disappear out of
sight before regaining control of his body.

II.

Colt walked home in a daze, and with every step he took, he
would have thought he imagined the whole experience. He knew
this wasn't the fact though, because the new knowledge he
possessed inside his brain, told him otherwise. Colt went to bed
early and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he fell into a deep
sleep. When Colt woke up the next morning, he now understood
everything. Most of all, the power he now possessed. When he
went into the bathroom, he noted the physical changes. They
were subtle, which he somehow knew would prevent people from
really being alarmed. His body was free of blemish. He couldn't
detect a single pimple. He still possessed a slim look but he now
sported muscle definition. His eyes shined like never before.
When he pulled down his briefs to take a leak, he was stunned to
note the size of his penis. Even in this state he could tell it was
much bigger. He waited until he got in the shower to bring
himself to an erection. "God damn!" he commented. He had to be
ten inches! When Colt came down for breakfast, he looked across
the table at his fourteen year old half sister, Sheri. For the first
time in his life, he looked at her a little differently. Sheri was
very pretty and developing nicely. The thoughts and sight of her
when he looked up from eating his cereal was arousing him. Sheri
would serve nicely as a test subject.

Simply by forming a thought and sending it to Sheri, Colt could
make his sister act or behave in whatever way he chose. After
putting her through paces to touch her nose, stretch and other
silly stuff, he decided that he'd really test her. He pushed the
thought that she would be nice to him by cleaning his room this
morning, and within seconds of his 'push', Sheri, volunteered
quite happily to clean his room. Sheri left her breakfast food
unfinished and headed upstairs to start cleaning. Colt took his
time to finish his breakfast and then headed up to his room to
check on her progress. When he walked in, he noted how well she
was cleaning and couldn't resist some questioning.

"This is great! Sheri, you must want something from me.....why
are you doing this?"

"Oh....I don't know....I just thought I'd be nice to you and clean
your room." Colt saw a moment of confusion flash across Sheri's
face when she told him this, but she continued working.

Colt noticed that she didn't even change, and was still wearing
her bathrobe. He 'pushed' her to remove her bathrobe without
thinking about it. Sheri did, she wore a baby blue teddy. Her
white panties were visible given her movements while cleaning.
Sheri's tits were on the small size, so, he wasn't surprised that
she didn't wear a bra underneath her teddy. Colt was tempted to
have her strip completely naked, but decided against it. He
'pushed' Sheri to notice that she had taken off her bathrobe after
she was done cleaning.

Colt left the room to let her finish and went downstairs to watch
a little T.V. About two hours later, he heard Sheri coming
downstairs and called out to her. Sheri came into the living room,
looking fresh and dressed. Not to mention highly perturbed;
"Don't get used to it.....I don't know whatever possessed me do
that for you, but it'll never happen again!"

"Sure Sheri.....are you going somewhere?"

"Yeah....Out!"

"Before you go, you need to get me a soda....and I want three ice
cubes in my glass." Colt said this with a 'push' from his mind.

"Sure Colt."

Sheri went into the kitchen and came out moments later with a
glass of soda. Colt counted the three ice cubes in the glass and
smiled. He 'pushed' a delayed happy feeling into her and
instructed the feeling to trigger when she heard him say; "Thank
you, Sheri."

Sheri felt a rush of happiness at pleasing Colt, and replied; "Your
welcome, Colt."

When Sheri left the house she thought about everything she had
done for her brother. She remembered being angered when she
finished cleaning his room, and then when she snapped at him he
simply asked her to get him a soda. Sheri for the life of her
couldn't understand why she did it, but she did and to top it off,
she felt good about doing it. The good feelings were fading
though, and she internally questioned why she was behaving in
this manner. Sheri tried to make sense of this, and decided that
she'd confront Colt when she returned home.

Colt was feeling on top of the world. He was amused when he
saw how happy she became when he pushed this emotion in her.
He thought about some more things which led him to look at her
in a different way. Sheri was only fourteen, but possessed a
natural prettiness. Although she could use a push in her body
development. He smiled at the thought. It certainly would be nice
to see Sheri with some rather large tits, wouldn't it. Colt then
considered losing his virginity with her. He'd have to think about
this. He would lose his virginity, but he wasn't quite sure to
whom.

III.

Later that night, Colt 'pushed' his Mom to fall asleep on the couch
and gave Sheri the idea that she should write in her diary. While
Sheri was up in her room, writing in her diary, Colt walked into
her bedroom and quickly sent her a 'push' for her to ignore him
totally as if he wasn't even there. Colt 'pushed' her to strip down
to her panties. Colt gazed at his younger sister's breasts. Yes,
they were nice, apple sized, but she could look so much more
erotic with a much bigger sized set! He was about to 'push' her
tits to grow a tad when the sight of Sheri stretching out on the
bed distracted him for a second. Maybe her small breasts added
to her innocent sexiness. He'd have to think about it.

Sheri didn't think twice about getting down to her panties. The
only thing different than her usual routine was that she usually
threw on her teddy, but the thought never entered her mind. She
was a bit surprised to feel this great lassitude enveloping her?
She stretched out on the bed and looked down at her body. When
was she going to become more shapely? Sheri gasped when she
felt a rush of warmth spread itself straight to her groin. Sheri had
only masturbated a few times since puberty, and in all three
experiences, didn't bring her a single climax. Strange though, she
never felt this aroused before. She couldn't resist moving her
right hand inside her panties to her slit, which lightly grazed her
growing bush. Sheri inserted a finger inside her warm lips and
groaned. She was wet and this led to her second finger, joining
her first.

Colt watched his younger sister pleasure herself. The sight of her
was making him hornier than he'd ever been in his life. He looked
at her body critically. She had a beautiful face and slim body, all
she needed were bigger tits and a more shapely ass to be a total
babe. Colt slipped down his own jeans and underwear, and
couldn't help but grab his own new and improved tool. He
watched Sheri use her fingers to bring herself to an orgasm while
he used his right hand to work on one himself. Sheri brought
herself off by treating her two fingers like a piston deep inside
her wet hole while Colt shot his load high up into the air,
spraying his come in front of him. Both siblings took a good five
minutes before recovering. Colt looked down at the mess he left
and 'pushed' Sheri to strip off her panties and use them to clean
the mess on the floor in front of him. Colt took special delight in
watching his teenage sister, naked, and down on her knees,
cleaning her floor of his come. Her own naked body glistened with
her own sweat and come, and he decided to let her go to sleep
naked, without cleaning herself up.

IV.

Colt spent the remainder of the weekend pacing Sheri through a
few more tests and other than 'push' his Mom not to notice
anything unusual, he left her alone. He also found that he could
send a 'push' through an e-mail message, testing it on his best
friend, Larry. Colt 'pushed' a command with the written words,
YOU OWE ME $10.00 and had the trigger set up the second he
opened his mail. Larry came over that afternoon with $10.00,
saying, here's the money I owe you. Colt then tested his power
on Sheri when she called from the mall to talk with Mom. He
simply 'pushed' her to tell him what she wanted, something she
would never ever do before. Colt jotted down a note to Sheri that
she would instantly have an urge to take a shower. He 'pushed'
the command, and then handed it to her the second she finished
dinner. Sheri read the note and within minutes he heard the
shower running. Colt concluded that his power worked in all forms
of communication. His power also could work on a subject when
they weren't physically around, as long as he previously set
delayed commands or set up trigger words.

Colt 'pushed' Sheri to be horny all the time. He also played
around a little with her physical maturing process. On Sunday
morning, before Sheri awoke, Colt 'pushed' her ahead one year in
her physical growth rate and also 'pushed' her a bit more growth
in the breasts department. When she came down for breakfast
that morning, he noted that his 'push' gave her a more mature
look in her face, but she was hiding her physical development
inside her bathrobe. Colt couldn't resist, and 'pushed' his Mom to
go upstairs, while he 'pushed' Sheri to pose naked for him. Of
course, he'd erase her memory of it the second she was done.
When Sheri stripped off her bathrobe, Colt's mouth flew open in
shock. Sheri had been a 32A, but now she was a staggering 34C!
He 'pushed' Sheri to twirl for him, and she did so, showing of her
ass and other assets. The year progression and the breast
expansion did her justice. Sheri was a fox and he was hard as
rock while he inspected his work. Sudden growth spurts in girl's
were normal, so, he didn't think she'd have too much of a hard
time explaining her new tits. He decided to leave her alone for
awhile, not wanting her to freak out at everything that was
happening to her. Colt did keep Sheri in a perpetual horny state,
and that afternoon, he 'pushed' her to tell him her thoughts
regarding her new sensuality and new tits. Sheri, who wouldn't be
allowed to remember her confession to Colt, told him her deepest
secrets that she was masturbating every chance she could get
and that she really loved her new tits. She loved the feel of
them, and couldn't get enough of caressing herself all over. She
told him that she was always soaked in the crotch area of her
panties and wanted to get fucked real bad. She confessed that
she was planning on making a move on one of her friend's twin
brother. Colt wasn't sure if he wanted his sister losing her cherry
just yet, but while he listened to his sister's confession, he
decided it was time to lose his.

Colt could have anybody, so, he decided on the high school's
most popular girl, Leah Conners. Colt had always fantasized
losing his virginity with the cheerleader, but prior to his powers,
he would never ever dream of approaching her. Fearing obvious
rejection. Colt decided tomorrow would seek her out after school.

The power he possessed simply made him a god. He knew he
would leave this town someday, but before he did, he'd have his
fun with the town's beauties and of course his sister. Leah's
pretty face, and gorgeous body filled his mind as he started
walking to Leah's home after school. As he walked, he thought
about the potential of his powers. If he so chose, he could alter
her desires any way he so chose. He could alter her will or wipe
out her personality. He could do anything he wanted to do.

When Colt approached Leah's house. He knocked on the door.
Nobody home. He walked across the street and took a seat on
the neighbors front door's steps. Colt wondered how powerful his
powers really were? Could he change a girl's looks. Could he
make fat girls skinny? Ugly girls attractive? Give girls huge
knockers when they were already fully grown? He knew he could
make a girl physically respond without hesitation or make them a
mindless automation. He knew what he'd be doing to Leah. He
would control her, but she would be well aware of her actions. He
wanted her to know that she was being controlled by artificial
means. His power could instantaneously alter reality or provide
delayed sequence instructions. Colt smiled at the thought of his
god like powers. Just then, a car pulled up beside Leah's house.
Two boys and one girl. Colt knew the boy in the back seat was
Leah's boyfriend, and he felt a little anger when he witnessed
their long kiss before she left the car. As the car was about to
pull away, Colt stopped the boy. He 'pushed' with all his might
that they both would totally forget they ever knew a girl named
Leah. The car then pulled out.

When Leah heard the knock at her door, she opened the door
thinking that it must be her boy friend, forgetting something. She
stood stunned in the doorway to see Colt Winters standing there;
"Colt? Why are you here?"

"Hi Leah." Colt moved past her without asking for permission.

Leah wanted to ask him what he thought he was doing, but found
herself walking behind him into the living room. Leah didn't
understand why she was allowing this, and felt the beginning of
fear when she couldn't tell him to leave. She merely stood still,
awaiting for him to say something. Just then, Leah felt another
feeling start building. Arousal! She was powerless to move, but
the arousal she was feeling for him at this second bombarded her
body like never before. Leah wanted to move away, knowing that
he was somehow doing this to her, but she stayed right where
she stood.

"Would you like to know what's going on?"

"Yes. I would. Please." Stammered Leah.

"First things first. Strip naked, place your arms down to your sides
and stand still."

Leah's mind raced in every direction. Never! Despite this, she
quickly undressed and stood naked before him. Her mother was
due home any second. Leah felt herself dripping down the inside
of her right thigh.

"Well, knowing what has happened to you cannot change it, so,
there is no reason why I can't share this with you. You see Leah,
I possess a power beyond your comprehension, and to make a
long story, short. Your beauty has led me to turn you into my
very own sex toy. Actually, I've never ever seen a more beautiful
girl before." Stated Colt, taking in all of Leah's nude body.

"You will answer any and all questions I have with complete
honesty." Colt looked at Leah, noticing her juices leaking down
her legs. He could actually smell her sex. "Leah, are you horny?"

Leah turned beat red in embarrent; "Yes."

"Are you uncomfortably horny?"

"Yes."

"Do you usually feel this way when you pose naked in front of a
boy?"

"No....I....I....never did this in front of a boy before."

"Not even your big jock boyfriend?"

"I've never posed for him like this."

"I bet you need some relief from that sexual tension you feel,
don't you?"

"Please.....I need....I need you." Leah prayed he would take her
soon. The sexual desire continued to build. Her body flushed with
this unbearable need.

"Leah, you really are beautiful. There's very little I'll have to do
to perfect your look."

Leah looked at him with lust and confusion. Colt had her twirl
around in order to inspect her backside. Other than her breasts
being slightly on the small side, she appeared perfect; "I bet you
wish you had bigger tits, don't you?"

"No. I.......I never had a desire for bigger tits. I like mine just
fine."

Colt smiled at the naked girl before him. He quickly took off his
clothes, and just as he finished sliding down his boxers, Leah's
mother, Carla Conners walked in the house. Her eyes lit up when
she saw that her daughter and a boy she'd never seen before
were stark naked, standing inside her living room.

Before Carla had a chance to respond, he 'pushed'; "Carla. Go
upstairs and lay down. You won't remember what you just saw."

"Leah, come over here and kneel down. You know what I want.
Do it."

Leah did as she was told, kneeling in front of Colt's huge
erection. She felt a strong desire to please him. Her horniness
and desire was overpowering. Leah never ever gave a boy a blow
job before, but her female instincts took over, and the desire she
was feeling at wanting to please him was unbearable. Leah
proceeded to give the very best blow job of her life.

"Leah, you look so lovely and sexy there. Your mouth feels
incredible." Colt was about to cum and moments before he shot
his load down her throat, he added: "From this point on, anytime
you go down on me, it will feel as if someone is going down on
you. You will feel the same pleasure in and around your cunt as
you are providing my dick. Even if nobody physically is there, you
will feel the sensations as if someone is going down on you. You
also want to swallow up all my come and will find yourself
constantly craving the taste. In fact, you'll find that the first
swallow will begin an addiction for it"

Leah moaned while her own ass started bucking up and down,
reacting to the unseen manipulations to her own pussy. Leah
continued to lick and suck, lost in a world of pure pleasure. She
came three times before Colt finally came, and as directed, she
sucked him dry, swallowing every drop of his semen. She never
tasted anything better in her life.

Leah now sat on the floor stunned. She had never given anyone a
blow job before. She just did it to Colt and couldn't believe how it
gave her the best sexual experience of her life. She licked her lips
savoring the unbelievably awesome taste of Colt's cum.

Leah's eyes sparkled with more lust as she saw Colt's cock spring
up again. He led her into his bedroom and proceeded to pace
Leah through a variety of other sex acts. Colt ensured she not
only did them, but did them well. He always made sure she was
sexually aroused by them, which made her get into it with even
more passion.

Leah was laying naked, snuggled up close to Colt on the bed. She
couldn't believe what had happened and wondered what was
next. Colt had her climb on top of him, and as if he was simply
willing an erection, he sprang up to attention again. Colt willed
more arousal into Leah again and she could feel her vagina swell
with need again. Colt jammed his cock into Leah, and she
swallowed all of it deep inside her pussy. Leah pumped up and
down in ecstacy.

While Leah moved up and down on his pole, Colt looked at her
small breasts and decided no time like the present. He wasn't
quite sure how he would do this. With his sister, he simply
progressed her physical development, but with Leah, this may be
the biggest she would become. So, he concentrated on her
breasts, gazing at them. Seconds later, Leah felt a strange
sensation in her tits, and right before their very eyes, they
grew.....and grew.....and grew.

"I....I can't believe it. My tits! You made me huge!" Leah
continued to hump one final time before both she and Colt
reached another orgasm.

"Yes, I sure did." Colt said with a smile. "Now for some additional
rules. You love me and have no wish to tell anyone what I've
done to you. You won't wear a bra anymore. Not until I tell you
otherwise. I've made them supernaturally strong so they won't
sag or hurt your back. I also made them really sensitive. Sexually
sensitive that is. And no more panties, unless I give you
permission. Anytime you see me, your arousal for me will double
in its intensity."

Before Colt left Leah's room, he 'pushed' her to forget she ever
knew that boy friend of hers, and that from now on her obsession
in life was to be the very best sex slave she could be for him.
Losing his virginity was the greatest and he wanted Leah on
standby anytime he were to get an urge. He walked over to
Leah's mother's room and peaked in. She sat on the bed
fidgeting, but remained sitting. Colt 'pushed' Leah's mother, who
was still a very pretty lady, a memory lapse of what she saw
tonight. He told her to sleep and wake up the next morning not
remembering anything other than she went to bed early because
she was tired. He watched her disrobe down to her panties, and
was getting aroused at the sight of her. He 'pushed' her to sleep
completely naked and watched her slide her panties off. He then
laughed at an idea. He 'pushed' her to have several erotic dreams
where she and her daughter were making love with one another.
He smiled. He checked in on his new toy before leaving and
couldn't get over the sight of Leah. She was his now. He gazed at
her breasts. They must be 38DDs now, and he smiled at their
size. He 'pushed' Leah to dream erotic dreams about her mother.
He 'pushed' the desire to perform a '69' with her. He wouldn't
'push' either one to act out their dreams, but he thought it would
give their relationship an interesting twist.

V.

When Sheri woke up on Friday morning, she felt like a new girl.
She couldn't believe how her body was so horny all the time and
how out of control she was. She cupped her full knockers and
tweaked her nipples. The play of her breasts made her horny and
she took in the aroma of her musky sex scent. She was forced to
open the windows and air it out. She wondered if her Mom could
detect the smell. The memory of bringing herself to multiple
orgasms last night made her blush, but as much as she felt
embarrent, she also felt incredibly alive. Sheri also noticed
her ass getting rounder and hips filling out. The mere caress of
her contours elicit an erotic rush to her pussy. Sheri blushed at
her memory of last night. She acted like an animal in heat, and
wondered if a guy was around if she would have been able to
control herself.

Sheri went to school that morning on a sensual high. Now when
she saw a cute kid in class, the mere sight of him was enough to
elevate her arousal. Sheri wasn't prepared for this feeling, and
throughout the week was forced to masturbate in between
classes just to relieve the built up tension she was feeling. She
knew her body was going through some changes, but she now felt
concerned that she was turning into some sort of nympho. On the
way home from school, Sheri took charge of her condition and
asked Carl Temple to walk her home. As their walk progressed
Sheri confessed to Carl that she was really attracted to him. Sheri
couldn't believe she was being this forward, but more than
anything, she wanted to be fucked. Not make love, simply fuck.
These thoughts bothered her, but she couldn't help it. She
wanted sex and Carl was the only cute kid that didn't have a girl
friend at the moment.

Colt loved the fun he was having. He didn't want to all of a
sudden have every pretty girl looking at him differently, especially
since they wouldn't give him the time of day before his power. He
decided to scope out the girls and slowly push his pick to start
liking him. As horny as he was to get in their pants, he took
solace in knowing that it would be soon enough. Every time he
saw Leah in school, she would gaze lustily at him and pleaded
with him to allow her to give him a blow job. Colt smiled and
made time for her, knowing that her addiction to his come would
make her very uncomfortable if she didn't get her fix. Leah would
confess to him how everyone was making a big deal out of her
suddenly huge tits. Leah admitted that she loved them, and
loved the attention she was getting because of them. She said
her Mother was treating her differently, and she thought it was
due to her tits.

On the way home, Colt spotted his sister hanging all over Carl
Temple, and something he couldn't quite identify stopped him in
his tracks. Colt was stunned that his sister being with Carl
bothered him, but the emotion was plain as day. He was jealous.
Intensely so. He knew that Sheri was behaving this way due to
her increased sensuality, but hadn't counted on his own reaction.
Colt watched Sheri kiss Carl on the lips before they separated in
front of her house, and decided that his sister needed an
interrogation. Colt went upstair to find Sheri's door closed.

Colt knocked on the door; "Sheri.....I need to talk to you."

"I.....I....ah.....I'm busy.......I'll talk to yo...you later."

Colt figured she was fingering herself, and instead of smiling at
the thought that his sister was this new sex creature that simply
couldn't get enough of herself, he was getting frustrated. He then
had an idea. This would be awesome! Now, why didn't I think of
this before!?! Colt continued to stand outside her door and
formulated his thoughts accordingly.

Sheri couldn't wait until she got in her room. The walk home with
Carl had made her hornier than she had been all week. When
they kissed, she almost creamed her panties and had to rush
right to her room to pleasure herself. Colt's distraction didn't
help. She had been thinking about what her and Carl would be
doing tonight when Colt knocked on the door. She was so close to
coming that the interruption frustrated her to the point where she
was ready to tell Colt to leave her alone. That was just about the
time a new thought entered her mind. Sheri was stunned. For
reasons she couldn't even fathom, she started visualizing herself
and her best friend, Tricia Naples, completely naked and
performing sixty-nine with one another. Strangely, the vividness
of her imagination was turning her on even more than she had
been. She inserted three fingers deep inside her pussy and like a
piston, shoved them in and out of her wet pussy. The intensity of
this act coupled with her fantasy, flooded her hand. She screamed
out a powerful orgasm! Sheri couldn't understand why she was
feeling this way for her best friend, which confused her, but
despite this, she spent the next half hour masturbating. Later,
when she finally relieved this incredible burning desire she
developed, she started licking her fingers, cleaning her juices off
of them. Her come tasted sweet and she wondered if Tricia's
come would taste like hers.

Colt listened for awhile, satisfied with his change of tactics. He
didn't want another guy getting into his sister's pants, but he
didn't mind another girl. In fact, the thought of her and Tricia
together aroused him, and he thought he'd have to delve deeper
into this area. Colt went back to his room with a smile. His
powers were incredible! Through focusing his thoughts and
pushing them straight into Sheri, he turned a very horny
heterosexual teen into a pure lesbian. Sheri wouldn't realize it
until she noticed the lack of emotion around boys. In fact, the
next time Sheri even thought of doing it with a boy, she'd find
herself feeling revolted with the idea of the act. Colt 'pushed'
Sheri to have a strong sexual desire for Tricia, and figured that
she'd soon be basking in her lesbian feelings for other girls, too.
Colt made her so horny for Tricia, that he could hear her moaning
from all a way from his room. Colt would have to be here when
Sheri had Tricia come over. He thought it would be neat to see if
she could seduce Tricia all by herself. Of course, if Tricia rejected
her advances, he'd quickly 'push' Tricia to feel differently towards
his sister.

VI.

On the night that Tricia was coming over, he decided to have
Leah come over. Colt knew his Mom was getting ready for her
date.

"Colt.......Make sure you lock up tonight before going to bed. I'm
not sure if I'll be home until morning, okay hun."

"Sure Mom."

Colt chuckled at his Mom. She wasn't bad looking, but because of
her loneliness, she hadn't really been taking care of herself. Of
course, this was before he gave her an attitude adjustment. He
dug deep and surfaced her fantasy to be married to her
co-worker, Todd Stearns. Colt went to work that night, after
willing her to sleep. He exerted his will and altered her looks only
slightly. He tightened her body, gave her sagging small breasts a
perky look. He flooded her vagina with sexual desire and made
her mind want Todd Stearns. Colt laughed because his Mom
would wake up tomorrow morning extremely horny. Colt
programmed her mind not to notice her physical changes, and to
bask in her lustful thinking of Todd Stearns. Colt dampened her
inhibitions to make sure she would masturbate frequently, in
order to relieve the tension her body would be constantly under.
Colt thought about fucking her, but the idea just didn't appeal to
him. He tried altering her age, but other than tightening or
expanding physical attributes, he wasn't sure how it could be
done. Now his Mom looked attractive and heading out the door on
her first date in three years. Within the hour, Leah and Tricia
would be arriving. Colt was starting to think about the
possibilities.

Leah Conners knew that Colt turned her into his very own sex toy
for personal use. Her breasts were now huge, her waist slimmed
down even more than they already were, and her hips were
perfectly rounded to give her body the perfect bombshell figure.
Leah also found herself constantly caressing her body, especially
her huge tits due to their increased erotic sensitivity. Leah knew
that he was making her feel this way, but knowing it did nothing
to prevent it. Leah was rapidly finding herself enjoying her new
role in life.

Tricia Naples was surprised when Sheri asked her to come over.
She thought tat Sheri would be spending all her time with Carl
this weekend. Something must have gone wrong, so, she didn't
waste time in jogging over to her friend's house. As Tricia was
approaching Sheri's house, she noticed Leah Conners, the head
cheerleader walking up to the door. Tricia wondered what was up.
When Leah told her she was here to see Colt, she couldn't
believe it! What could she possibly see in Sheri's brother? Colt
answered the door, and she noticed how Leah looked at him as if
she was in love. She shook her head and asked where Sheri was.

"In her room." replied Colt, letting her enter.

Tricia climbed the stairs and turned back for a quick glance at
Colt and Leah. Leah appeared to be on her knees, but she
dismissed the thought and headed to Sheri's room.

When Tricia entered Sheri's room, the last thing she expected
was to find her best friend, completely naked, reading a book and
sitting Indian style on her bed. The second thing she noticed was
how big her breasts had gotten.

"Ah....Sheri.....you want me to wait while you put something on?"

"That's alright Trish........I wanted to show you something."

Tricia slowly approached her friend, trying not to stare at her
nakedness. It was hard because Sheri had turned to face her,
giving her a clear view of her tits and lower regions.

"Trish......how'about you get your clothes off, too. I'd like to
compare out bodies."

"Ah.....no Sheri, this is too weird for me..........I'm going to leave,
give me a call later."

Tricia heard Sheri scream to come back a few times, but she was
quickly took off down the stairs. When she got to the bottom,
she turned to look in the living room....the scene stopped her
cold. Colt and Leah were completely naked. Leah's tits were
huge! Leah was busy giving Colt a blow job. Tricia made eye
contact with Colt, who smiled at her. Leah didn't seem to notice
her standing there, not slowing down from her slurping
performance. This was way too crazy for her to handle. Tricia
spun around to head out the kitchen door when all of a sudden
she felt herself turning yet again. Back up the stairs her legs
propelled her. When she opened the door to Sheri's room, she
found her best friend on the bed. She was on her knees with her
right hand buried between her legs. Sheri's eyes were glazed, and
when she realized her best friend had come back, she smiled and
whispered; "Trish.....e lick me.....please come lick me."

Tricia was stunned..............then she felt something she never
thought she'd ever feel. Arousal! In it's most intense form. Sheri
was a sight of erotic beauty, and Tricia found herself quickly
climbing on top of the bed, and then crawling right underneath
her best friend. Inadvertently, Tricia took the '69' position and
proceeded to do just as Sheri asked. Her first lick of her friend's
pussy elicit a moan from her friend. Seconds later, Sheri screamed
out a tremendous orgasm. While Tricia swallowed her friend's
come....she couldn't get over how sweet it tasted. Tricia
continued to lap up her best friend's juices, as Sheri reached
down with her tongue, and returned the favor. Moments later,
Tricia also screamed out in passion, flooding her best friend's
face with her come........

Colt listed to Sheri and her new lover screaming out in passion.
He patted his pet sex toy on the head and smiled. Tricia was now
part of his special family. He looked down at Leah and asked;
"Tell me Leah.....have you ever made it with a girl before?"

Leah nodded her head 'no', but added; "But lately I've been
thinking a lot about making it with my Mom." Leah blushed as
she realized she confessed this secret. Then quite suddenly, Leah
felt a desire to go upstairs and join Sheri and Tricia. Colt smiled,
giving her permission to act on her desire. Leah went over to put
her panties back on, but stopped when Colt commented; "I don't
think you'll need those."

Leah smiled again, and pranced naked up the stairs.

Colt smiled as he watched Leah's beautiful ass sway with every
step she took. Colt was going to treat himself to a
show........lesbian love. He could feel himself getting hard again.
When he entered his sister's room, all three girls were entwined
erotically with one another. He had a clear view of Tricia's nudity,
and thought she was very cute. He could see his sister's
attraction....then laughed when he realized what he was thinking.
Colt looked again at Tricia, and turned his head as if something
wasn't quite right......he then smiled and 'pushed'. He heard a
female voice squeal in delight; "My tits!.....their
growing!.....look!.....look!"

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Chapter 238

A phone call from Karen, of all people, woke Laura out
of a sound sleep at one-thirty a.m. on Sunday night.

"Kick that black whore out of your bed," Karen said
sharply. "I'm on my way over."

Laura stretched lazily and yawned, half-purring into
the phone. "There's no one here but me. I've been keeping
the bed warm for you."

"A likely story. Change the sheets, Laura, I'm on my
way."

She hung up. Smiling dreamily, Laura did in fact sniff
the sheets to make sure they weren't too redolent of
Yvette's and Ada's lovely bodies. They were a little rank,
since with both women the fucking had been hot and heavy.
Laura changed them, unable to keep herself from reliving
each thrilling moment, trying to keep her mind off Karen's
call.

It was, after all, a little late. Karen showed up
about fifteen minutes after she had hung up the phone. The
weather had turned cold, and she was wearing a heavy coat
and a thick maroon sweater, her incredible hard breasts
jutting up under it. She also wore jeans that hugged her
considerable bottom.

As Karen removed her coat, Laura was admiring all of
it. "You give new meaning to the phrase `sweater girl,'"
she said.

"You give new meaning to the word `lecher,'" Karen
cracked, with a playfully dour smile. "Take your hungry
eyes off my titties, girl. I came here to get some sleep."

"Oh, right."

Karen was the first girl Laura had ever gone to bed
with. And Laura had been Karen's first, too. Together, for
months, they had explored the strange and wildly exciting
new world of lesbian fucking. After a while, they had
deviated into a period of ingenious bondage and sweetly
passionate that had the consequence of letting each
discover things she had never known about herself or the
other.

The stimulation they offered each other this way was so
severe and unavoidable that they became deeply troubled by
their depraved relationship, and though still sharing an
intimate feeling for one another that their first months
together made inevitable, they had drifted apart, meeting
only infrequently, still unable to resist their more intense
urges when together. They were, both knew, for good or ill,
combustible, and there was no way they could spend the night
together in the same apartment alone without fucking, and
probably fucking so roughly that both would be hurting by
morning.

Laura knew all this, and she knew Karen also knew it.
In fact, Karen looked away, unwilling to meet Laura's eyes
immediately, after Laura called her on it. Laura decided to
change the subject.

"It is a little late . . . or didn't you notice?" she
joked. "Did you run out of gas?"

Karen lived across the bay, and she was not the type to
drop in unannounced, as for instance Deshona had, or
Chanitra in the past.

Now Karen looked up. Her large dark brown eyes swirled
with ambiguous meanings. "I . . . had a sudden feeling I
wanted to see you," she said quietly. "There's something
you and I have that I don't have with anybody else."

Laura nodded slowly. "I know what you mean," she said
softly. And she did know. "How about a cup of tea? Or
maybe a glass of wine?"

"Got any vodka?"

"If you get drunk, you won't want to wake up in time
for work," Laura warned.

Now Karen's expression became less ambiguous, and Laura
realized that this would not be a chaste encounter after
all, as she had predicted. Sparks were already flying.

"Will you join me for one?" Karen said boldly.

"Let's have champagne instead. I've got a bottle in
the refrigerator. It was left over from a wedding party we
had for a girl at work. Let's share a bath and a glass of
champagne, how does that sound?"

A slow smile spread across Karen's face. "You better
get the mop too," she murmured sexily. "There will probably
be a little water on the floor."

"Or a lot," Laura said.

Laura could feel her temperature shoot up at the
thought, and from the wild look in Karen's dark eyes, she
could see hers was shooting up too. They had shared baths
before, in their early days together. Laura had purposely
tried to steer them clear of the sado-masochistic self-
indulgence their relationship had fallen into, suggesting
each time they now met that they try making love and
eschewing pain, never with complete success. But she
reasoned that they would have a hot time now fucking wildly
in the bath, and then would be exhausted enough to fall
asleep, without resort to the rope, or the whip.

She went into the bathroom to start the water running
into the tub, then fetched the champagne bottle from the
kitchen, opening it with a festive pop, and nestling it in a
glass bowl filled with ice. She carried it to the bathroom,
intending to return to the kitchen for two champagne flutes.

For a brief moment she found herself wishing that her
own bathroom were as luxurious as Ada's, with its sumptuous
faux marble walls and gold plumbing fixtures and sybaritic
splendor, huge and deeply plush expensive towels, costly
mirrors and lighting. Somehow the mere luxury of it had
enhanced the thrill of their wet and wild shower fucking.
But when she entered her own small bathroom and saw that
Karen had already lifted the maroon sweater over her head
and was disentangling a piece of the turtleneck from her
hair, she realized that they would need no added
ingredients.

Seeing Karen in her bra long ago, the first time, the
white fabric so stark against the smooth black skin of her
upper body, her large breasts straining against the cups,
had been the first time Laura had ever felt a warm stirring
in her pussy that was clearly aroused by another woman. She
had the same reaction now, as she set the bowl filled with
ice and the bottle of champagne on the sink.

Karen caught her eye, her own dark eyes smoking and
dangerous. Slowly, she lowered the now-freed sweater,
watching Laura's gaze pour hungrily over her upper body. A
small, amused smile curved the corners of Karen's sensual
mouth. She knew she had spectacular breasts, and Laura
wasn't the only one who quivered excitedly at the prospect
of her getting ready to remove her bra.

"I was going to get the . . . champagne glasses," Laura
stammered, finding it hard to speak due to the heavily
pounding blood in her throat.

"Maybe you should wait a minute?" Karen suggested
coyly, reaching behind her back with both hands as if to
undo the clasp.

"If I wait a minute, I won't get them at all."

"That would be a shame. I was looking forward to a
toast."

"I'll be right back."

Laura returned to the kitchen cupboard for the
champagne flutes, and grabbed two candles in crystal
candlesticks at the same time. She walked carefully back to
the bathroom, having lots of fragile and expensive glass in
her hands, but unable to ignore her throbbing sexual
excitement. Briefly, her mind darted to the fact that the
Gibsons were no doubt upstairs asleep in the apartment
above, and that she and Karen were about to unleash twin
caged monsters of lust right here in the bathroom, where the
walls amplified every squeal. But her hand shook so at this
reflection that she nearly dropped the glass objects, and
Karen actually had to help her by grabbing a candlestick
that was about ready to fall.

"Here, let me help you with that," she said. "Oooohhh,
candles. I can't wait. I love to be fucked by
candlelight."

Laura turned to her now, hands free. "There you go,
letting it all out," she teased softly. "I was hoping to
seduce you."

"You could still try."

Laura leaned down and turned off the bath water. The
tub was nearly full. She smiled sensually, provocatively,
at Karen.

"Care to join me for a little rub a dub dub?"

"Want to help me off with this?" Karen smiled
seductively back, turning, lifting her hair with one hand.

For one who had been enthusiastically fucking with
Yvette, April, and Ada over the past four days, and who
should therefore be entirely satiated, Laura was surprised
to feel an onrush of very hot and hungry sexual desire for
Karen. I cannot resist this woman's body, she realized.
Any part of it.

She leaned her face forward and began slowly kissing
the dark, smooth skin of Karen's back, avoiding the bra
straps, kissing the nape of her neck, her shoulders, her
shoulderblades, her lips moving skillfully, then stopping at
Karen's bra clasp. Laura raised her fingers and unclasped
it, slowly pulling it apart and kissing the warm skin where
the strap had been.

Karen's limp bra straps slid from her shoulders, but
not far since her arm was still raised, holding up her hair
for Laura. Laura's hands slipped under the cups and briefly
brushed the marvelous, out-jutting naked gourds of her firm
breasts before she giggled and twisted away.

"Ah ah ah, no touchee!" she said. "You have to wait.
We have to have a toast first."

Laura's face fell. Her hot blood was raging in her
veins, and she knew from Karen's eyes that she was feeling
the same. It took major self-discipline for both of them
not to fall on the floor in a panting, snarling tangle of
fierce fucking. But Laura had already drawn a full bath and
could see the inviting water winking at them out of the
corner of her eye.

With a small smirk of defeat, she untied the sash of
her bathrobe and slipped out of it, watching Karen's eyes.
Laura knew she had a very attractive naked body, and in fact
it must hold for Karen nearly the same magical significance
as Karen's did for her, since they were each other's first.
But she was forever so hungry for the other's silky,
seductive flesh that she always got a delightful little
shock to see the half-leer of unmistakable lust in her eyes
when she herself disrobed. Right now Karen was looking at
her like a famished wildcat coveting a lamb.

Now Laura, who had been sleeping naked when Karen
phoned and had only thrown on her robe to answer the door,
was naked again, and Karen wore only her tight jeans. Laura
could not take her eyes off the girl's jutting breasts, as
she never could. Karen's large nipples, though only semi-
puffies-not the huge, bulging puffers that Rina, or Trina,
or lately Ada had, but still soft black swollen buds,
succulent and ripe-were thick and gleaming, the full round
balls of her naked breasts thrilling to contemplate.

Laura watched as she unzipped and struggled out of her
jeans, her phenomenally firm, round breasts jiggling sexily
as she moved. Karen's breasts were rounder than anyone's
except Alison's, though they jutted out so impressively from
her body that they took on a gourd-like shape. She skimmed
her panties down her glossy black thighs, and Laura's eyes
lingered on the v-shaped patch of glistening black pubic
hair below her flat belly. Laura wondered if it was her
imagination, or could she smell the heavy, familiar aroma of
both girls' aroused pussies rising up to her nostrils? It
made her blood pump even faster.

When Karen spoke again, her voice was smoky and soft
and a full step lower.

"Laura, maybe you haven't been getting enough screwing.
You're looking at me like you haven't been laid in months."

Laura grinned back and without answering turned to pour
them both a glass of champagne, and to light the candles.
Karen got into the bath first.

"Ooohhh . . . it's hot!" she gasped. "You made it too
hot."

"Not as hot as I'm going to make it in a minute," Laura
smiled, handing her a flute of champagne.

Gingerly balancing her own full flute in one hand, she
too stepped into the bath, which indeed was a little hot.
She sat down in it facing Karen. The candlelight glowed
softly, so much more flattering than the harsh lights Laura
had just extinguished. It threw soft, alluring shadows
across their naked bodies, made even more desirable by the
water that covered their legs and hips, and other soft,
oozing secrets.

Laura raised her glass. "What shall we toast?"

Karen's eyes sparkled and crackled with sexual danger,
which she and Laura had flirted with together for years now.
"Love each other and kiss the whip," she said, her eyes
never leaving Laura's, raising her glass.

Laura, no coward, did not let her eyes leave Karen's
either, but a small, involuntary shiver gripped her body, a
manifestation of sexual excitement she could not ignore. So
. . . is it really going to come to that? her eyes asked
Karen.

The two of them drank their champagne, Karen's eyes
signaling that it was indeed going to come to that, that no
matter how much hot and wet and wild fucking they might do
here in the bath, they would still `kiss the whip' before
she left. Laura drained her glass, then watched Karen do
the same. Karen turned the empty champagne flute in one
hand, watching the candlelight glint off it.

"These are too beautiful to break," she whispered.
"Better put them in a safe place."

"You're right."

Laura took both glasses and carefully stood up again,
leaving the bath for a moment to set them safely on the
sink, enjoying Karen's hungry eyes on her wet, glistening
body as she moved back into the water. Their eyes caught
each other's again, and they quickly slid together and
embraced, kissing ravenously, without preliminaries. Their
fingers clawed passionately at each other's naked back.
Laura luxuriated in the feel of Karen's large, firm breasts
mashing into her own small, upswept globes. Their tongues
snaggled and danced and stabbed into each other's mouth.

"Oh baby . . . it's been too long," Karen sighed,
kissing Laura's cheek, her neck, her damp shoulder where
Karen's own wrist had left bath water as she groped to
embrace Laura's body.

"Tell me about it," Laura panted softly, kissing
Karen's perfect clavicles, licking the bath water from them,
biting her neck gently, sucking her earlobe.

In order to slide together in the small tub, Laura had
slipped one leg under Karen's thigh, and this had brought
their groins very close underwater. Laura could feel
Karen's small, dense pubic patch of hair pushing against her
own. Their throbbing, burbling pussies were only a inch or
so from touching, which inflamed them both further.

Laura ran her hands all over Karen's wet body, feeling
a complicated mixture of feelings. It was almost a new body
to her, in a way, with delightful smoothness and resilience
and unexpected curves, a body she had not felt for a long
time and yet had hungered desperately for many times in the
past. And at the same time, it was a comfortable, friendly
body that seemed to fit flawlessly into her own, a body she
had loved and fucked with fierce, rapist frenzy and also
sweet tenderness countless times, a girl with whom she had
experienced the most excruciating and shattering sexual
moments it was possible to have.

Karen seemed to feel the same way. Her hands also
roamed over Laura's body, and her mouth too. She scooped up
one of Laura's naked breasts in her palm, cradling it,
licking Laura's thick, coral nipple so skillfully that Laura
raised both hands to Karen's head, holding it, digging her
fingers into Karen's scalp through the thick web of her
hair. She groaned softly when Karen finally took the
throbbing nipple completely into her mouth, sucking it
gently, still tonguing it, then sucking harder.

"Unhhhh!" Laura gasped. "Oh . . . yes!"

She held Karen's head in her hands and pushed her
aching breast into Karen's face, feeling her nipple inside
the girl's mouth pulse and flame and spring erect. She
slipped one hand under the water, between their groins,
while Karen sucked her nipple, and maneuvered two fingers up
into Karen's tight, warm pussy, all slimy and slippery from
her fuck-juices mingling with the bath water. Briefly,
Karen's lips paused. She released Laura's nipple and looked
up, her eyes streaked with a hot flash of sexual excitement.

"Ohhh!" she sighed, biting her full lower lip.

Laura leaned forward and kissed her again, heatedly,
almost drinking her mouth, nibbling and sucking her full,
sensual lips. At the same time, she scissored Karen's clit
between both fingers, still probing with them, rubbing and
pinching her clit while fingerfucking her at the same time.
They both began to squirm more, and the bath water started
swooping up and down the sides of the tub, and the splashing
noises grew louder.

Karen groaned softly and kissed Laura back with
feverish passion, squeezing Laura's breasts, twisting
Laura's aching nipples in her fingers.

"Laura . . . we waited too long to do this," she
panted.

"I know. God, I love your body. I can't get enough of
it."

"You can have as much of it as you want," Karen gasped,
groaning softly again as Laura's probing fingers touched her
secret nerves. "Unh! Oh . . . god, it feels so good!"

"I want to swallow you. I want to eat you alive. I
want to fuck you so bad."

Karen had begun as the aggressor, but Laura now had her
pinned against the rear of the tub and leaning back, her
fingers inside Karen's slippery cunt pushing, plunging
faster. She dropped her mouth to the firm, jutting black
gourds of Karen's breasts, sucking one bulging black plum
into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it and pinching
it with her lips.

"Ohhnnn! Oh . . . Jesus!" Karen gasped.

Laura scooped up Karen's other breast in her free hand
and released Karen's wonderful, chewy, gooey black nipple to
suck the second one, still hand-fucking her hard under the
water, sucking Karen's second nipple even more strongly than
she had sucked the first one, feeling Karen's body undulate
instinctively under her. But Karen, though nearly overcome
by Laura's heated sexual onslaught, wanted her share of
Laura too. She got her hand between their squirming bodies
too, slipping one finger up into Laura's pussy, rubbing
Laura's clit vigorously with the upper part of her palm.

"Aunngghh!" Laura gagged, feeling a hot uprush of
sexual pleasure in her body. "Oh yes!"

Karen's wet, slippery nipple had escaped from her lips,
but she quickly guided it into her mouth again, sucking it
hard, letting Karen feel the hint of her sharp teeth in the
sensitive areola, knowing how Karen's body responded to such
a stimulus.

"Unhh! Unhh!" Karen moaned. "Oh god . . . yes! Bite
it!"

"Mmmm," Laura hummed back. "It's going to make you
come, isn't it."

"Oh yes! Unhh!"

But Laura realized she was about to come herself. They
had worked each other up into a hot frenzy of need. The
water was now splashing all over them and the tub and the
floor too as they thrashed and surged together, groping and
squeezing and sucking one another, panting, groaning
urgently.

"Oh god, bite it, Laura!"

"Mmmm, you're going to come whether I bite it or not,"
Laura teased, gasping herself, her eyes rolling up as
Karen's hand moved rapidly in her crotch, her palm swirling
over Laura's throbbing clit, bringing her closer and closer.
"Ungghh! Oh god, honey, you're . . . unhhh . . . you're
bringing me there too!"

"Come with me, Laura," Karen gasped, looking deep into
Laura's eyes. "Fuck me and come with me . . . now. Now!
Hurry!"

For a frantic second of panic, Laura realized they were
making a lot of noise, and in the bathroom no less, the
noisiest room in the apartment, where each ecstatic cry
echoed and reverberated for seconds. It was nearly two
a.m., and she knew the Gibsons had to be upstairs asleep.
Oh god, don't let them wake up! she prayed. There's no way
we can stop this now!

"Ungghhh! Auunngghhh!" Karen groaned, louder than
before, her body seizing up as a fierce, wrenching orgasm
suddenly gripped her.

Laura, almost desperately, quivering in the first
clenching stages of a sharp orgasm herself, flung her body
forward onto Karen, holding one hand over Karen's mouth and
burying her own face in Karen's smooth neck, as a series of
muffled, choked off squeaks began to rise from her own
lungs. A paralyzing shock of white-hot pleasure impaled her
whole writhing body, and she came hard.

"Mnnnggnnhhiieee!" she wailed into Karen's neck, unable
to feel anything but the pure, scalding, scorching pleasure
in her whole body for seconds. "Unnggmmnnghhiee!"

Karen had stopped moaning before Laura's throttled
squeaks began to wane, and she lay panting and dazed under
Laura, her body more submerged under what water remained in
the tub than Laura's was. Laura's free hand was still
loosely resting on Karen's lips, and Karen looked at Laura
oddly until Laura, embarrassed, removed it.

"The neighbors," Laura said, by way of explanation.
"New. The ones who lived there before could . . . hear. I
didn't want the new ones to hear."

Karen grinned slowly. "Maybe you better come over to
my place from now on."

Laura kissed her. "I don't care if they heard. We
came together. We came hard together."

"You got that right." Karen looked over the edge of
the tub. "But you didn't take my advice and bring the mop
in here along with the champagne."

Each still had one or more fingers embedded in the
other's throbbing, tingling pussy. Laura extended her
tongue and tickled Karen's full lips with it in an
insinuating, sexual invitation, moving her hand again
underwater at the same time, letting Karen feel some
pressure against her clit.

"I'll bet we could come again by barely moving," she
whispered.

Karen's eyes glazed over, and her breath quickened. "I
know I could," she gasped. "But I want more." She pulled
her own finger out of Laura's cunt, then took Laura's wrist
in her hand and removed Laura's fingers from hers. "Kiss
the whip, remember?"

Laura made a sad face. "You had to remind me."

"Maybe you'd rather I left," Karen said with a straight
face.

Laura shook her head. "Don't try it. I might have to
tie you up and . . . have my way with you."

She had started to say `whip you' but didn't have the
courage to follow through.

"I hope that means what I think it does," Karen said
darkly, giving Laura a smoldering look.

She reached one hand behind her back and opened the
drain. Together, to prevent slipping, they helped one
another out of the tub as the water gurgled out. They
toweled one another off lovingly, being totally infatuated
with each other's body, very much in danger of dissolving
quickly into another hot coupling right there beside the
tub. But Karen, her eyes darkening with deeper, smoldering
sexual threats and promises, drew Laura out of the bathroom
into the bedroom.

She kneeled down and searched under Laura's bed, since
she knew where Laura kept most of her kinky treasures.
Quickly, she found the rope and pulled it out, her eyes
widening significantly as he glanced up at Laura. But she
could not find the rest of the implements she was looking
for. Laura suddenly remembered the vise, the horrible
rubber clamp that crushed your breasts and left them aching
for days, which she had loaned to Earlene and never
reclaimed. God, do you think she's looking for that? she
wondered.

"The gag," Karen prompted her. "And the . . . you
know, kiss the-?"

Laura smiled grimly. She went to her dresser and
opened the top drawer, where she actually had two ball gags,
one a simple affair with a single strap that fastened behind
the head, the other a more elaborate harness with several
straps and eyeholes, made to stay in place, which Karen had
actually given her long ago. It occurred to her that,
considering her fear of the Gibsons overhearing their
screams of sweet , it might be best if both of them
wore a gag. She took both gags out.

"The whip's in the closet," she said to Karen, pointing
in that direction with her head.

Karen smiled slyly, letting her eyes linger on Laura's,
amused and aroused, it seemed, by Laura's mixture of
reluctance and obvious sexual excitement. Then she moved to
the closet and in a few seconds found the long, thin whip
with the small square leather patch on the end, the mere
sight of which made Laura remember moments of intermingled
agony and intense sexual release probably more intense than
any she had ever experienced. She knew Karen had the same
memories.

Could we ever match those? she wondered. Is that what
we're trying to do? Is that what we're shooting for?

"There's one last thing," Karen said, her voice low and
now thick and syrupy with hot sexual implications.
"Remember those clamps that look like baby alligator teeth?
With the rubber coating over the teeth, so they don't tear
your skin?"

Laura nodded slowly. She still had them. She knew
where they were. They were also in the top drawer of the
dresser. She looked at them often, wondering why she kept
them. When applied to your nipples, they made you want to
tear the roof off with your screams, they were so painful.

"Get them out," Karen whispered, panting softly now
behind her words.

"You're not putting them on me," Laura said, moving to
the dresser. "Promise me you won't."

Again Karen smiled slyly. "No promises," she said. "I
can see I may have to get you motivated."

Laura understood what she meant, but she wondered if it
were true. She knew herself. Sometimes in the past with
Karen she had not warmed right away to the exciting
prospects of the masochistic pleasures Karen had craved, but
once in the thick of it, Laura had often surprised herself,
not only by her ability to inflict pain but also by the
transfiguring ecstasies she had experienced while receiving
it. I'm just as bad as she is, she had realized on more
than a few occasions. When we get right into it, I can be
meaner than I ever thought.

Laura kept the alligator nipple clamps, which were
linked by a golden chain, as if they comprised some piece of
fine jewelry, in a small, velvet-lined box inside the
drawer. She opened it and took them out, dangling them from
her fingers. Karen smiled oddly.

"Nasty little things, aren't they," she murmured,
giving Laura a meaningful look. "It makes me wet just to
look at them."

Laura briefly gnawed her lower lip. She realized that
she was feeling the same thing. Placing them on the
bedstand, she bent over and picked up the rope. She pulled
down the bedspread and flung the coiled rope into the middle
of the mattress, then gently drew Karen down onto the bed
beside her, with the rope in the middle. Now they playfully
coiled the rope around each other's naked breasts, not yet
intent on real bondage, just teasing and toying with one
another.

"Tell me what made you call," Laura prompted her,
looping a coil of rope around one of Karen's beautiful,
large breasts, playfully tightening and loosening it,
watching the thick, gleaming black nipple swell.

"It is a little late, isn't it," Karen said softly.

Laura nodded, unable to take her eyes off Karen's
large, swelling nipple.

"I was lying there next to this girl I met at a party
last night, all tangled together with her, listening to her
snore."

Laura felt her insides suddenly flame alive with hot
jealousy, emotions so violent and instantaneous that they
scared her. From the start of their relationship Laura had
known that sleeping with Karen and other beautiful black
women was almost the only thing that mattered in her life,
whereas Karen had continued a series of desultory affairs
with various men, never really warming to girl-girl sex with
anyone other than Laura. Now Laura realized that this had
made her feel very good. Karen might get speared and
hammered repeatedly by these boyfriends, but no other woman
had a claim on her affections, or her beautiful, voluptuous
body, but Laura.

Now, to her deep chagrin, Laura realized it wasn't
true, and she swallowed dryly, trying to stomach her own
na�vet� as well as her acutely physical jealousy, which
enraged her and made her nearly feel like vomiting.

"And I found myself thinking," Karen continued without
noticing Laura's reaction, "'This is okay, but it isn't
Laura. I miss her.'" Her dark eyes glowed as she looked
deep into Laura's. "It wasn't only physical. I was . . . I
don't know. There's more with you. More than with just
about anybody else, I guess."

Laura found it hard to fight past her fury. "Is she
white?" she heard herself asking, as if unable to prevent
the words from escaping her lips.

She felt terrible. It betrayed her feelings so
clearly. It was so personal, and such a disgracefully bold
and odious question to ask anybody.

Karen looked down at her breast, which Laura had
unconsciously strangled with the rope until it was hard and
bulging, the swollen black nipple protruding more than ever,
glossy and glimmering, the stubby center stem pushing up a
good half an inch.

"You're hurting me," she said to Laura.

"Isn't that what you wanted?"

Karen's eyes narrowed. "She's Chinese," she said
evenly, though Laura couldn't judge whether she was telling
the truth.

Laura let the rope go slack. "Sorry." She leaned
closer and licked Karen's large, glimmering black nipple.
"Sorry I asked. Really."

Now Karen playfully looped two coils of rope around
each of Laura's small breasts, pulling them tighter. "I may
have to get back at you," she whispered, in a mock threat.
"For hurting me that way."

"You . . . already hurt me," Laura said, turning her
head to the side. "I couldn't help it."

"What if she was white?" Karen asked. "Would it
matter?"
Laura shook her head. "Probably not. I hate the
thought of anyone doing this with you. But me."

Laura was distracted by her jealousy and didn't notice
that Karen had continued with the rope. But now she felt
the coils tighten and felt a soft, insistent throbbing rise
in her nipples. She looked down and saw her breasts
entirely encased in loops of rope, and her thick, coral
nipples expanding, flaring, shiny. A hot, startling sexual
current sprung to life in her body, and she could feel her
pussy melting and oozing inside.

She looked up at Karen, suddenly feeling desperately
horny.

"Do you want me to go ahead?" Karen asked softly,
dangerously.

Slowly, Laura nodded. "Don't hurt me?" she asked,
almost inaudibly.

Karen was already wrapping strands of rope around
Laura's body. "I would never hurt you, Laura. I only want
to motivate you." She smiled slyly again.

In another minute or so, Laura was immobilized and
helpless. They had tied up one another so many times that
Karen easily had Laura's wrists tied to her thighs and her
ankles fastened to the footboard of the bed in a few
seconds, her legs spread. Laura's crotch was completely
open, her wet pussy parted and inflamed, gaping, hot pink
and glistening. The whole thing aroused her fiercely, but
she was trembling since she knew what was coming: some pain
mixed with wild sexual excitement, two or three horrific
orgasms.

Now that Karen had her immobilized, she returned to
Laura's breasts, where the coils of rope had come loose
while she was securing the other pieces. In another minute,
she had Laura's breasts completely surrounded by rope again,
pulled just tightly enough to make Laura's nipples throb and
swell. She wrapped the loose ends of rope around Laura's
waist and secured them with a tight knot.

The only way Laura could lie on her back, since her
wrists were tied to her thighs, was to scoot forward and
bend her knees. This way she was close to the end of the
bed, her thighs splayed, her inflamed, aching cunt totally
vulnerable. She looked up pitifully at Karen, trembling
harder.

"You better put in the gag," she whimpered. "I'll . .
. scream."

Karen raised her eyebrows, a half-smile returning to
her lips. "I know you will."

"Don't hurt me."

"Quit worrying, darling Laura," Karen purred, moving
closer, leaning over from the end of the bed, sweeping her
heavy, dangling breasts over Laura's trussed body. "You
know I wouldn't hurt you. But I want more of you before the
gag. I want you to chase my nipples with your mouth. You
know how you love my nipples. Here . . . and here . . . can
you catch one? Mmmm, I love the feel of your tongue on
them. Yes! Oh, yes!"

It had been a long time since they had played these
wildly exciting games together. The dark, round globes of
Karen's breasts swung over Laura's face, and she craned her
neck to lunge with her mouth at the huge, swollen black
nipples, swiping them with her tongue, feeling her cunt
flood with warm juice, feeling her body writhe and strain
against the coils of rope. Briefly she wondered why she had
given in to this, after fighting it for so long. Why did I
let her do this to me? she thought. But the feverish sexual
excitement quickly took over.

Karen chuckled throatily as she swept her naked breasts
over Laura's face, swinging her body away just as Laura's
lips almost reached one bulging nipple, then sweeping the
other one across Laura's helpless mouth as Laura's neck
muscles gave out and she had to let her head drop back to
the bed.

"Oh . . . you're out of practice, aren't you?" Karen
teased. She raised her hands to Laura's entrapped breasts,
taut balls swollen by the tight coils, and began slowly
twisting Laura's nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
"You're going to have to do better, darling. I'm going to
pinch you until you get one in your mouth."

"Anhhh! Oh god!" Laura gasped, feeling hot pain in her
nipples as Karen twisted them, though she knew it was only a
hint of what she would soon be feeling.

She raised her head up again quickly and lunged for one
dangling breast, this time catching Karen's swollen black
nipple in her mouth and sucking it in deep, sinking her
teeth into the surrounding, puffed up areola at the same
time.

"Annghh!" Karen cried out, grimacing, releasing Laura's
nipples with her fingers and placing a hand on either side
of Laura's head. "Unhhh! Oh shit . . . yes! Yes, Laura!"

She mashed her full, firm breast into Laura's face,
throwing her head back and keening as Laura continued to
suck it. Laura had pulled back her teeth after the first
brief bite, but Karen wanted more of the sharp, thrilling
pain.

"Bite it again . . . Laura!" she groaned. "Unhhh! Yes
. . . anngghhiieee!"

Laura sucked and bit Karen's plump, bulbous nipple
savagely, feeling Karen's body shudder and struggle on top
of her.

"Hhhh . . . hhhh . . . now the other one!" Karen
panted, pulling her ravaged nipple from Laura's mouth and
with one hand guiding her other nipple between Laura's open
lips. "Yes! Ungghhhh!"

Laura sucked and bit it too, instinctively trying to
lift her hands, which were firmly lashed to her thighs, to
hold the wonderful hard globe as she assaulted it.

"Oh god . . . I'm going to come if you keep it up!"
Karen gasped, whimpering almost hysterically.

And Laura realized it was true. Karen's body was
shaking, and her cries and moans were more desperate than
any yet. And then Karen suddenly got control of herself.
Still shaking and mewling, she nevertheless pulled up,
taking deep breaths, pulling her wet, throbbing, pointing
nipple from Laura's mouth.

"But not yet," she panted. "Not me. You first."

Laura looked up at her, feeling every bit as aroused as
she could see Karen was. "You want to save it for me?" she
asked, threatening Karen with her eyes, even though she
herself was the one who was tightly bound, and soon to be
gagged.

Karen bent down to kiss her, a hungry, searching kiss,
her wet, erect nipples brushing Laura's as their tongues
snaked and danced. "I'm going to let you whip it out of
me," she whispered.

Laura glowered passionately at her. "You're going to
regret you gave me the opportunity, you bitch," she hissed.

Smiling, Karen dropped her fingers again to Laura's
tender nipples. Gritting her teeth, she suddenly pinched
and twisted them both at the same time, sending a fiery jolt
of pain through Laura's whole body. Laura stiffened, and a
long shriek began deep in her chest, but before it could
escape from her throat, Karen had stuffed the ball gag into
her mouth.

"Ummgphhnigghhmmm!" Laura groaned, feeling her eyes
water in pain from the sharp pinches.

The gag Karen put on her was the simple one with only a
single strap that held it in place behind Laura's head, and
so it went on quickly and easily. Now Karen, sliding down
Laura's contorted, tightly-bound body, began licking and
sucking Laura's nipples instead of pinching them. This
drove Laura to the brink. She was already frantically
aroused, but Karen now teased her body mercilessly, sucking
one pulsing, throbbing nipple tenderly, then ringing it with
her teeth, reminding Laura of what Laura had moments ago
done to her own nipples.

Was she going to bite it . . . or wasn't she?

"Ungghmmmnngghiieee!" Laura screamed into the ball as
Karen's teeth clamped her areola, sending a scalding squirt
of fire through her breast.

"Mmmmm, you like that," Karen purred, now panting
heavily.

She licked Laura's d nipple, then turned her
attentions to Laura's other breast, teasing and sucking it
too, squeezing the distended, swollen ball of flesh roughly
in her fingers, which made Laura's wet nipple flare and
swell even more. Now Laura began to shake, moaning
urgently, her pelvis beginning to swirl and churn
instinctively as the desire to climax started to overwhelm
her. She knew she was close to a fierce explosion, but
Karen, though willing to bring it about, wanted to postpone
it further.

"Oh no, you don't," she said, pulling back, just as she
was about to devour Laura's other nipple, which Laura was
crazy to have her do.

Her eyes implored Karen. Suck it! Please suck it . .
. bite it, please! I'm going to come! I might even come as
soon as you do it! Please!

But Karen, though she and Laura had not fucked for
months, recognized all the signs. She knew Laura well, and
she also knew how to manipulate her body so that inevitable
orgasms happened only when she summoned them. She slid down
further, kissing Laura's taut, palpitating stomach,
caressing it with her fingertips, slithering her tongue deep
into Laura's navel.

"Oh, nice abs, Laura," she murmured, kissing the
rippling muscles in Laura's smooth stomach, much accentuated
right now by Laura's almost unbearable sexual tension. "I
forgot you have such nice abs, such a nice tummy. I love to
kiss it and stroke it."

Laura moaned and twisted. Somehow it felt like the
coils of rope around her breasts and her waist and tightly
lashing her wrists to her thighs were shrinking, biting into
her flesh, binding her more tightly than ever. And now
Karen slid even lower, until she was gazing directly into
Laura's inflamed, gaping, oozing pussy, smiling, admiring
it.

"Nobody has a pussy like this, Laura," she whispered.
"You have the most beautiful pussy I ever saw. And it's all
gooey and hot right now, wanting to come, right? I want to
taste it . . . but I'll have to be so careful."

"Mmmmnngggg!" Laura groaned, pumping her hips, her eyes
streaked with hot, urgent need.

Still smiling, Karen reached down to the floor where
she had earlier dropped the whip. Though delirious with
sexual need, Laura realized what was happening, and a sharp
stab of fear penetrated her writhing body. Karen
reappeared, her smile more sinister now, and began to tickle
Laura's erect, rubbery, protruding nipples with the square
leather pad on the end of the whip's shaft.

The whip was very flexible, so that you could give a
sharp, stinging blow with it as well as a softer, teasing,
attention-getting flick, and Karen began to use it
skillfully. Laura looked down at her throttled breasts, now
beginning to suffuse with a faint, purplish glow as more
blood became trapped by the ropes. Her nipples too were
darker, shiny, pulsing wildly. The leather pad on the end
of the whip slid around the taut balls of her breasts,
pausing at her nipples, flicking them, but so softly that it
only made her want to feel it harder, feel the pad sting
them, anything but this tantalizing, infuriating tickle,
which Karen was doing deliberately, enjoying Laura's
torment.

Now she moved the tip of the whip down Laura's body,
flicking the rippled abs she had earlier been admiring, then
letting it descend into Laura's splayed crotch. Laura held
her breath as she watched the small, square, leather pad
skim over her bulging, glimmering clit without touching it,
then gently brush her swollen, puckered cuntlips. Her eyes
rolled up. She arched her back, shimmying her hips,
groaning softly and deliriously.

Fuck me, fuck me, hit me with it, make me come, oh
please, I'm going to come, any second! Please make me come!
Karen, please! her eyes begged.

Instead, Karen insinuated the edges of the pad between
Laura's gaping pussy lips into the wet, fiery interior,
tickling her there, then drawing it slowly up across Laura's
clit.

"Are you ready? Are you ready . . . darling? You
hungry? You need to come? You want it bad?" she teased,
grinning diabolically.

Frantically, Laura nodded her head, whimpering
hysterically. She realized that Karen had not finished with
her nipples as she saw the whip again ascend to her
strangled breasts. Karen began tapping Laura's nipples
lightly with it, first one several times, then the other.
Again the frantic need to have it done harder assailed
Laura, but she didn't have to wait long this time. Quickly,
Karen began to snap the whip.

Thwack! Snapppp! Thwack!

The flat tip landed about five times on each of Laura's
nipples, making her writhe and scream in pain into the ball
gag, her nipples flaming with red-hot pain, her breasts
throbbing, her whole body twisting and straining against the
tight ropes. In spite of the pain, she knew she was going
to come, any second. Karen knew it too.

"Oh . . . you're ready, aren't you, honey," she panted,
dropping the whip again to Laura's crotch. "Now you can
come. Now I'll let you come. Come on, baby, come hard!"

Laura held her breath. When the whip end cut into her
exposed pussy, she nearly fainted. Having taken her time
leading up to this, Karen was not going to delay it any
longer. She applied the whip vigorously to Laura's poor
pussy, smacking Laura's cuntlips with it indiscriminately
before raising it an inch or so to Laura's clit and
delivering three sharp blows. Laura gagged into the ball in
her mouth, her body flipping and surging off the bed,
straining mightily against the ropes that held her.

"Ummnngghphhhmmggnniieeeee!" she wailed, beginning to
come in excruciating seizures of ecstasy.

Karen, knowing when enough was enough, dropped the
whip. She leaned forward, slipping between Laura's
shuddering thighs, replacing the whip with her mouth, now
devouring Laura's flaming wet pussy hungrily, running her
tongue over Laura's throbbing clit, sliding two fingers up
into Laura's slimy channel and then sucking her clit with
enough force to make Laura explode quickly in another
shockingly intense orgasm.

Again her body was seized by a stiff, clenching,
killing flood of spasms that wracked her poor, quivering
flesh for an eternity. When the coming finally waned, she
slumped back to the mattress, feeling for the first time the
wet tears on her cheeks. Her pussy was on fire, and not a
pleasant, sexual fire this time, but the aftermath of a
sharp whipping. Oh god, I knew I didn't want to do this,
she thought.

And yet her body was still throbbing with aftershocks
from the horrific orgasms. She and Karen had not done it
for a while, but the devastating impact of these sexual
encounters had not changed. Laura was stunned and dazed by
the experience and hardly noticed Karen untying her wrists,
unwrapping the coils of rope from her d breasts.

Karen left the gag for last, finally unfastening it and
peeling the straps forward, letting the ball fall from
Laura's open mouth. Laura gulped a couple of deep breaths.

"You are such an evil cunt," she said under her breath,
still barely able to breathe.

Karen made a long face. "Is that any way to talk?
Here, want to get even?"

She leaned down and picked up the whip from where she
had dropped it. Her full, dark breasts swooped out, making
Laura want to grab them and squeeze and suck and bite and
them the way Karen had d hers. Karen looked
up at her. She knew what Laura was feeling and had planned
it that way.

"You should see the look in your eyes," she said,
softly.

Laura reached for the rope. "Come over here," she
said.

Karen obeyed, still carrying the whip. She handed it
to Laura, who placed it at the foot of the bed. Now that
she knew she was going to be on the receiving end, she
seemed docile and wide-eyed, vulnerable, even half-afraid.
She knew she had hurt Laura, and Laura would hurt her back.

"I'm . . . sorry if I was a little rough," she
apologized.

Laura pushed her down onto the bed. "You aren't
sorry."

"You came hard," Karen said, as if that would weaken
Laura's anger.

Laura ignored her. She looped the rope around Karen's
magnificent, jutting breasts, pulling the coils tight,
tighter than necessary, just to see Karen's reaction.

"Unhhh! Ouchhh!" Karen cried out, wincing and looking
down at her breasts, her round silky black nipples popping
and protruding off the taut surface of each dark gourd. "Oh
shit, that hurts!"

"If you don't keep it down, I'll have to gag you right
now," Laura snapped. "My neighbors are asleep upstairs."

God, I hope! she thought.

"You're hurting me," Karen bleated softly.

"Poor baby," Laura glowered.

She continued to tie up Karen's breasts, making the
coils tighter than usual, but not yet knotting the rope, so
that she could later loosen them. Karen's breasts were much
larger than her own and would accommodate four or five coils
each. In less than a minute, the large balls were squeezed
in five coils of rope apiece, painfully constricted and
strangled, Karen's black nipples bursting and pointing like
thick ripe black plums.

"God . . . you're hurting me . . . more than you need
to," Karen gasped, shaking her head, looking down at her
mangled breasts.

Rarely did they ever tie one another's breasts this
tightly. Laura had not knotted the rope on purpose, but she
held the two strands together in one hand behind Karen's
back. With one swift yank, she pulled Karen down on her
back, with Laura hovering over her.

The luscious, bursting gourds of Karen's entrapped
breasts were irresistible. Laura brushed her own burning,
aching nipples against Karen's big, protruding bulbs, then
slid down a little and grabbed Karen's hard, engorged
globes, digging her fingers into the flesh that extended
beyond the coils of rope. Karen gasped.

"Oh! Oh!"

"You better keep it down, bitch!" Laura glared at her.
"Quiet, or I'll hurt you even worse."

Now Karen dropped all pretense. Her breasts were in
pain, but she was also wildly aroused by it, and by Laura's
threats. She had worked hard to reach this moment, and from
the wild, erotic expression in her dark eyes Laura could see
that she was relishing every second of it. She looked up at
Laura from under her heavy eyelids, her eyes smoking and
pulsing.

"If I scream, will you tie me up and fuck me and whip
me hard?" she asked in a soft, alluring voice, flirting,
daring.

Laura suddenly realized she could not trust Karen to
keep it down any longer. The situation was too provocative.
The mixture of seductiveness and defiance Karen showed was
volatile. She might provoke Laura into a sharp sexual
attack, then scream hysterically. And the fat would then be
in the fire. The Gibsons would wake up, and maybe other
neighbors as well. After all, it was nearly three a.m. Two
half-demented she-cats screaming and sex-torturing each
other and fucking in the apartment downstairs would be more
than alarming.

Laura relented. She released the rope, letting the
coils around Karen's breasts suddenly go slack. She sat up
on the bed and pulled Karen up to face her. Karen's
throbbing eyes questioned her.

"Why did you stop?"

Laura's eyes narrowed as she rolled sideways off the
bed to grab the other ball gag, the one with the eyeholes
and the harness. Karen watched silently. She made no
protest as Laura placed the harness over her head, pushed
the red rubber ball into her mouth, fastened the buckles on
the side.

Now Laura returned her attentions to Karen's
magnificent naked breasts, tying them up skillfully this
time, not so tight as before, leaving room for the blood to
flow but constricting the large, round globes enough so that
Karen's thick, bulbous nipples puffed out and gleamed in
mouthwatering perfection. She looped the thick white rope
around and between them. Lift and separate, she thought,
perversely laughing to herself. These are so beautiful. No
wonder I fell in love with them from the start.

When she finished, Karen's breasts were also trapped in
a kind of harness made of tight coils of white rope
crisscrossing between them, wrapped around her neck and then
coiled in very tight loops around her stomach, so that her
breathing was now labored, and her soft whimpers muffled by
the ball in her mouth.

"Oh, are you going to get it," Laura said, half-
audibly, running her hands all over Karen's naked, tightly
bound body, lightly pinching her swollen nipples, as if to
hint at the thrilling pain to come.

It took her less than two minutes more to tie Karen's
wrists behind her and her feet to the headboard of the bed,
her sleek, glossy thighs splayed to reveal the dark red gash
between them, now all soupy and glistening, Karen's jet-
black pubic hair even sparkling here and there with droplets
of fuck juice, a sight that made Laura's throat catch with
hot lust. As she often did at this moment, she wanted to
stop right there and fling herself on her lovely victim
rapaciously, devouring and viciously sucking her bulbous,
silky black nipples, pressing her eager mouth feverishly to
Karen's festering, swollen, gaping cunt, sucking her clit,
making her come in a hot, incandescent fury.

But she controlled herself. They both wanted more.
Karen especially, who had initiated this whole sequence of
depravity-this time, at least-wanted an experience she knew
she could only have with Laura. There was fear in her
eyes, but also deep erotic excitement. She watched Laura's
every move, and Laura, knowing she was watching, carefully
caressed and tweaked every sensitive, exposed nerve in
Karen's trussed body, making her moan and quiver
uncontrollably.

Unlike Laura's earlier position, Karen's ankles were
tied to the head of the bed, her legs fully extended, so
that there was plenty of room for Laura to kneel between
them. After pinching and licking Karen's bulging nipples,
she descended lower, kissing and stroking Karen's quivering
flesh, so smooth and dark and sleek and satiny, until she
was facing Karen's burbling wet quim, all inflamed and ruby
red. Laura pulled the glossy black swollen labia open with
her thumbs to expose the entire glistening, fiery wet pit,
and breathed deeply, sucking in the thick, aromatic odors of
Karen's wildly aroused pussy.

She wanted to suck and lick it passionately. This
pussy was the first one I ever kissed, she thought, with a
sort of mild awe. Since then she had made love to many that
were physically more beautiful, perhaps, but this aroused
and oozing fuck-cauldron still hypnotized her with hot lust
and love and thrilling desire. She ran her fingertips up
and down in the greasy trench, letting them graze Karen's
taut little clit at the top, feeling Karen's body clench
involuntarily, and hearing a small, muffled whimper rise
from her chest.

I can't resist, she thought. I can't stop myself. I
have to kiss it. I'll be careful, you won't come, not yet,
but I have to kiss it!

She bent forward and ran her lips along the firm dark
flesh of Karen's inner thighs, first one, then the other,
kneading the resilient thigh muscles with her fingers and
letting her lips approach slowly, tantalizingly closer to
the open, inflamed mouth of Karen's hungry red cunt. Now
Karen whimpered more loudly into the gag. Her buns
clenched, and her pelvis gyrated in frantic, instinctive
fuck-motions, swirling, pumping.

"Mmmm, you want me to lick your pussy, don't you,"
Laura murmured to her, glancing up at her eyes peering
through the eyeholes of the harness gag, streaked with
desperate need.

But Karen shook her head from side to side rapidly.

"Unnmmohhh! Unnmmohhh!" she groaned into the ball gag,
her protests almost comical, if Laura hadn't grasped their
meaning immediately.

Her eyes implored Laura. The pussy licking would come
later. Right now she was in the state she had craved, the
very reason she had come over here in the first place.
Tightly bound, immobilized, her wet, inflamed pussy totally
exposed and vulnerable to Laura, her breasts throbbing and
swollen, her cries cruelly stifled by the red hard rubber
ball in her mouth, she was sexually aroused to the highest
pitch, hovering on the verge of several absolutely crushing
climaxes. She did not want to have them defused by Laura's
mouth on her pussy. Only the violent sexual assault she
craved would unleash the full, demonic power of the orgasms
she was seeking.

Laura, whose own pussy still burned with the fires left
by the whip in Karen's hands, and who could still feel the
afterglow in her lower body of the sharp orgasms she had
experienced only a few minutes earlier, knew what Karen
meant. She smiled at her indulgently.

"Oh . . . all right, then. First you get what you
want. But I'm warning you. I'm going to lick this
beautiful black pussy into heaven two or three more times
before I let you leave."

Karen nodded, looking at once relieved and also, if
possible, more excited. She watched as Laura leaned across
her bound body to the bedstand and retrieved the alligator
nipple clamps. Whereas earlier Laura had recoiled at the
sight of them, remembering the intense pain they had caused
her the few times she had allowed-or at least had been
unable to prevent-their application to her own nipples, she
now felt fresh sexual fires leap alive in her own groin as
she dangled the two clips from their thin gold chain before
Karen's eyes.

Karen looked worried but unafraid, her eyes widening,
her labored breathing growing faster. Laura pinched open
the first clamp. Holding the teeth apart, she positioned
one of Karen's large, bulging nipples between the two
prongs, then slowly released the pressure so that the teeth
clamped together. The alligator clamp bit down so deeply
into Karen's swollen nipple that the edges of the teeth in
the middle disappeared into her areola.

She groaned, and her eyes rolled up, her muffled breath
chuffing and wheezing against the ball in her mouth. Her
whole body seemed to stiffen in pain, and water appeared in
her eyes.

Unable to stop herself, Laura bent forward slightly and
extended her tongue, licking Karen's d, mangled
nipple where it protruded from the tight clamp. Karen
whinnied deep in her chest and quivered uncontrollably.

"Uunngmmnnnmm!" she grunted softly, her eyes reflecting
her pain all mixed together with intense pleasure.

Slowly, Laura reached over beside them and picked up
the whip. Karen's eyes grew wider, and her low whinnying
turned into short, frantic whimpers. Laura brought the tip
of the whip up to Karen's entrapped nipple, brushing the
small square leather pad on the end of it across the thick,
erect black center that was now jutting up nearly a quarter
of an inch above the tightly-pinched areola. Karen moaned
and shuddered.

"Mmmmm, I think the whip wants to kiss you," she
murmured softly, letting her eyes drift up to Karen's,
alluding to Karen's earlier toast in the bathtub.

She began to tap Karen's twisted nipple softly with the
whip end. This, she knew, did not hurt at all, though the
alligator clamp surely had to be still causing intense pain.
But she didn't intend it to hurt anyway, only to heighten
the fear and the wild sexual excitement Karen was clearly
feeling, her body straining and clenching in the grip of the
tight ropes, her smooth dark skin gleaming everywhere the
thick coils bit into it.

Tap . . . tap . . . tap.

"Uunngmmnnnmm!"

Now, proceeding slowly, wanting the slow, simmering
agony to build, Laura dropped the whip and grasped the other
alligator clamp, which was dangling by the gold chain below
Karen's hard, round, engorged, rope-strangled breast. With
a playful but also sinister smile, Laura raise it to Karen's
other bulging nipple, slowly opening the jaws, watching
Karen's eyes glaze over briefly with a fear of the fresh,
more intense pain that was coming.

"I wish it were my teeth going into this beautiful
nipple," Laura murmured, placing Karen's other nipple
between the fierce jaws of the clamp and letting them close
slowly on it.

Karen's body acted like an electric current had been
shot through it. Again she stiffened and quivered as the
rubber-coated teeth bit into her large areola, and the stiff
center rivet jutted out further. Now Laura ran the tip of
the whip all over Karen's bulging, painfully throttled
breast, teasing her, running it over the other one too, then
back to the nipple newly flaring with pain in its alligator
clamp.

Tap . . . tap . . . tap. She tapped the whip's tip on
the protruding center of Karen's cruelly pinched nipple.

"Uunngmmnnnmmiieee!"

Karen was shaking. Her cheeks were now slick with
tears from the pain caused by the clamps. Laura looked down
to her crotch and saw that her pussy was a completely
blossomed flower, slick and shiny with juices, rosy colored
and inflamed, her clit swollen and half-protruding from it's
small tent. The thick fuck-me-now-please odors of her very
aroused cunt floated up to Laura's nostrils. She wanted to
lick and suck it, not whip it, but even though Karen was
completely helpless, Laura's part of the bargain was to
deliver.

She knew that Karen was very close to coming already.
It wouldn't take much, thankfully, to tip her over the edge.
Laura moved the whip end around and between Karen's
entrapped, bulging breasts, tickling and teasing/threatening
her with it. With her other hand, she slipped her
forefinger under the gold chain linking the two fiendish
nipple clamps and tugged it lightly, hearing Karen's
tormented whimpering and watching the streaks of pain that
seemed to light up her black eyes.

She began to tug the chain harder, watching Karen's
large nipples, squashed and mutilated by the cruel clamps,
stretch outward from the hard, shiny, swollen globes of her
imprisoned breasts. Then she let the chain go slack,
hearing a gargled sigh as Karen's face betrayed her sudden
relief. But it was not to last.

Now Laura raised the whip and gave a quick snap to each
erect, protruding nipple, right in the center, letting the
leather pad crack squarely onto the jutting rivet of flesh
that stuck up from Karen's crumpled areola. Karen actually
jumped up from the bed, her body levitating as if a sharp
current had electrified her again, and horrible, piteous
moans came from her chest.

"Oh god . . . oh god!" Laura heard herself mumbling as
she continued to strike Karen's nipples with the vicious
whip, twice, three times, four times before stopping
briefly.

Part of Laura hated what she was doing. She had tried
to avoid it, tried to attenuate it, to divert their sex
together into other avenues and practices. And yet, when
they-now rarely-got together, they seemed unable to prevent
the depravity and perversion from taking over. And she
couldn't blame it all on Karen either, even though Karen was
the one who had taught Laura to perversely enjoy these
excruciating sexual pleasures. Laura realized that a
twisted part of her nature reveled in it too, that the hand
that held the whip was quivering and shaking with unnatural
but shockingly deep sexual arousal and excitement, and that
Karen's garbled cries of pain mixed with pleasure touched a
sexual nerve in her, in Laura, that seemed to take over her
whole body and mind.

She could only hope for it to be over quickly, and one
glimpse of Karen writhing and moaning in her bonds made her
realize that it was merely seconds away. She had to tear
her eyes from Karen's beautiful, d breasts and
nipples, somehow even more desirable to her in their
throttled, engorged state, Karen's black nipples raw and
erect from the whipping, inviting Laura's mouth. But Karen
was twisting and churning deliriously, her hips bucking and
swirling, her moans desperate and piercing even though she
was tightly gagged.

Laura turned her attention to the streaming, inflamed
gash between the girl's spread, silky black thighs, now a
festering wound, a puckered, swollen mouth. It wants to
kiss the whip too, Laura thought.

She bent close, whispering to Karen, looking deep into
her eyes.

"Your beautiful pussy wants to kiss the whip," she said
softly. "It's all puckered up and ready for a kiss. Do you
want it?"

Karen whimpered and nodded frantically, her eyes now
swimming in terror and anticipation.

"Uunngmmnnnmmiieee!"

Watching her eyes, Laura skimmed the tip of the whip
down her rising and falling belly-so smooth and soft like
black satin below the coils of rope that were cinched tight
around her waist-to her crotch, tickling the smooth inner
flesh of her thighs on each side.

"Oh, what a pretty pussy," she cooed to Karen in a low,
husky, sinister voice. "A lovely wet pussy that wants a
hard kiss."

Trembling and deliciously vulnerable, Karen seemed to
be holding her breath, staring at Laura, her cheeks now damp
from the drying tears but soon to be wet again, Laura knew.
Now for several minutes she toyed with Karen's aroused
pussy, sliding the leather pad over and around her swollen
vulva, watching it begin to glisten as it picked up a
coating of the thick, aromatic juices that were flowing from
the burbling, ruby-red slit.

By this time Karen was squirming and writhing in nearly
unbearable sexual torment, and her flexing, voluptuous body,
now coated with a fine sheen of sweat as she struggled, was
wildly desirable to Laura, shiny and glossy and sleek. The
teasing tip of the whip had further aroused her so that her
pussy was now fully open, gaping, a glistening red maw of
fuck-hunger, and Laura slipped the small leather pad right
into the center of it, making Karen caw and whoop deep in
her chest as she knew the inevitable was not far off.

Laura rotated it, watching Karen's hips twitch and
wiggle as the sensations became almost too much for her.
The tab on the whip grazed her swollen clit, and she
clenched visibly, whimpering, then pumping her pelvis
frantically, dying to come, to finish, to explode. It was
really impossible to make her wait any longer. And Laura
could feel her own hot blood gushing through her body, her
pulse pounding, her cunt throbbing as if in sympathetic
contractions with Karen's writhing, beautiful body.

"Are you ready?" she asked softly, biting her lower
lip. "Ready?"

"Mmmnnggghh!" Karen nodded wildly. "Mmmmnngghh!"

Smiling, Laura extended one long

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