As if to make up for lost time, and now that Rina had resolved her fears of being a lesbian, the two girls nearly killed each other with fucking during the following days. Spending alternate nights at one another's apartment, they ended up by the end of the first week having had, by their combined guess, over one hundred orgasms apiece.

Finally, they were so afraid they would quickly tire of each other that they agreed to a week's separation, just to bank the fires and let them glow a little before a renewed flare up. But by the end of that week, they were again both so hot for each other that they could hardly wait to meet. Rina, who had a brief errand to run after work, gave Laura a spare key to her apartment at work and agreed to meet her there before six.

But the doorbell rang at about five-thirty. Laura opened the door cautiously, not knowing if she should. There stood Rina's boyfriend, the one who had been so nasty to her before, the one who apparently took so long to make Rina climax.

"Well, look who's here," he said, pushing her aside and coming right in without invitation. "The lesbian."

Laura cringed every time he called her that. He could see her cringe this time. So he said it again, his eyes hot and threatening some nameless challenge.

"The lesbian," he said bluntly.

"Don't call me that," Laura said, trying to stay calm.

Actually, she realized for the first time, he was kind of good- looking. She had never been attracted to any black men before, but her desire for Rina showed that she wasn't immune to it. And so her reaction to him was strangely mixed. She felt fear and hostility, and a vague stirring of sexual excitement too.

"She even gave you a key, eh?" he said. "Never gave me one. What is it about you? You really seem to be able to light her fire, don't you."

He moved menacingly toward Laura, who backed up.

"You know, she never was interested in no lesbians before you," he said, very softly, smiling in a sinister way.

"I'm not a lesbian."

He ignored her. "Maybe you've got some secrets I ought to know about, eh? Maybe you can do things that make her climb the wall. Maybe you can teach me something. What do you say? Lesbian? What do you say?"

By now he had backed Laura up against a wall. His hands came up to her face. Then he dropped them to her breasts, placing one palm over each breast and pressing them, then squeezing them through her blouse and bra.

Laura was terrified and thrilled at the same time. He wanted to rape her. Half of her wanted him to.

"She . . . she'll be home in a few minutes," she whispered, trying to squirm away.

"It don't take me more than a few minutes," he said, holding her tightly against the wall. "You've got beautiful hard round titties. I like white titties."

"You can't do this. I can't help it if she likes me."

"What's your name, lesbian?"

His face was very close to hers, hostile, menacing. But she could see the hard, hot lust pulsing in his eyes.

"Laura," she said under her breath.

"Laura, I'm Gerald."

Without asking, he started to unbutton her blouse. She realized that he didn't care if Rina walked in on them. He had already lost Rina to her. Raping and humiliating Laura, especially if Rina should happen to see it, was a way of getting back at her.

"Gerald, you can't do this," she said.

He grinned. "I'm doing it, lesbian. Excuse me, Laura. You want me to call you by your name?"

He had her blouse nearly unbuttoned. Only two buttons remained. Laura grabbed his wrists with both hands. He jerked them free, popping the two last buttons off her blouse at the same time. She tried to wriggle away. Gerald took the fabric of her blouse in both hands and ripped it off her body.

"Oh!" Laura cried softly, raising one hand to her mouth. The sound of the tearing cloth shocked her. And now she was naked on top except for her bra.

"I can see why she likes you, lesbian," Gerald said in a low, threatening voice. "You're beautiful."

He reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Laura crossed her arms over her breasts.

"No," she said. "Please don't."

"Now you don't want me to get rough, do you? 'Cause I can do that if you want. If you raise your voice. Or if you slap me. Makes me get rough. You don't want that, do you."

Laura began to shake with fear as he unfastened her bra. She had never been raped. She was terrified of him, and she could feel her cunt getting wet, throbbing. And all the time he kept talking, as he took off her bra and filled his big hands with her naked breasts.

"Man, I told you I like white titties," he murmured. "And these are the most beautiful white titties I ever saw. Honey, you sure you aren't a Playmate of the Month? What gorgeous knockers you got. I think the guys ought to see these."

He went to the window and beckoned. Oh god, someone else is down there, Laura thought. He's telling them to come up here.

She tried to slip away while he was at the window, but he was faster than she. He grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, forcing her down on the sofa.

"Now before they get up here, honey, I'm going to get me a taste of these fine titties," he said.

"No . . . please!" she begged.

But he scooped up one of her perfect breasts in both hands and fed her nipple into his mouth, sucking it sharply.

"Unhhhgg! Oh . . . god!" Laura whimpered.

She struggled, but it only made him stronger. He sucked her other nipple even harder, bringing soft yelps of pain from her throat. At the same time, his fingers tore at the zipper of her skirt. He tugged it off and was just slipping her panties down her thighs when the doorbell rang again.

"Now you just hold on, little mama, and we'll have the most exciting non-lesbian time you ever had," he grinned.

He went to the door and opened it. Laura, completely naked now except for her shoes, jumped to her feet and headed for the bathroom, thinking to lock herself inside. But Gerald and one of the others were too quick for her. They grabbed her arms and led her back to the sofa.

Laura began to cry. There were three more guys. They looked at her naked body and seemed to salivate with obvious lust. "Shit, she's gorgeous!" one said.

"Little brother, this is one stone gorgeous lesbian named Laura," Gerald said. "Laura, this is my little brother Steven and his pals Michael and Lonell."

"Don't any of you touch me!" Laura spit out. "This is a crime!"

"Ain't no crime to introduce a lesbian to real sex," Gerald chuckled.

She couldn't believe this was happening. All four of them began to unbuckle their belts.

"Anyway, we know you really want it," Gerald whispered, squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples. "You want to know how that dark meat feels, right?"

"I don't want it!" Laura said. "And I'm not a lesbian!"

"She been banging Rina," Gerald said. "Does that make her a lesbian?"

The others all nodded. Meanwhile, they were stripping off their pants. Laura had heard stories about black men. All four of these guys had huge cocks, as big as Rick's and Jamie's. And one, she guessed it was Lonell, had a cock as big as a horse's, surely the biggest one ever created. Laura almost gagged with fear as she looked at it, knowing what they intended for her.

"I'll scream," she warned.

"Steven, go get something to put in her mouth," Gerald said. "And pick up the butter from the kitchen on your way back."

"Oh no . . . oh no!" Laura began to whimper, tears pouring down her cheeks.

But there was no escape. Gerald put one hand over her mouth until he brother came back with a gag. He dragged her down on the floor and pushed her onto her back.

"I get to be first," he said to the others, "because she's been fucking my baby."

He glowered down at her as he guided his hard prick into her pussy, then slammed it home.

"Unhh!" Laura groaned.

Before she could protest any more, one of the other guys had forced his enormous hard cock into her mouth. The other one descended on her breasts with his mouth, sucking and biting her nipples hungrily. Gerald fucked her fast and hard, pumping and stabbing her, his strong fingers biting into her thighs as he speared her pussy again and again with his prick.

"Lesbo!" he swore.

"Ungh!" Laura grunted, seeing stars.

"Lesbo!"

"Ungh! Ungh! Ownncchh! Unghh!"

She had never been fucked so hard. And he couldn't keep it up for long. He groaned and came, shooting a long string of jism into her, still pumping her fiercely as the cum shot out of his stabbing prick.

Now it was Lonell's turn, the one with the salame prick. Gerald's brother had returned with a dishtowel, which they used to gag her. Then they turned her over, with Lonell on the bottom. Laura winced as she felt his gargantuan cock penetrate her cunt. It felt like a baseball bat going in. But she hardly had time to get used to it when she realized that one of them was swabbing her asscrack with butter.

She glanced back over her shoulder in time to see Steven holding his cock and aiming it between her buns. Then she felt it slide slowly into her ass.

"Unnggmhhhgmm!" she moaned, her voice muffled by the dishtowel.

Now she was impaled on both of their pricks, and they began to fuck her hard. If she had thought Rick and Jamie had fucked her hard, she had to surrender that notion. Lonell and Steven nearly ripped her apart, lunging into her with their enormous pricks, making her howl with pain and fear. Her ass was so tight that Steven came almost immediately, roaring and ripping his cock deep into her body.

But he was replaced by Michael, so that Laura hardly felt one cock leave and the other take its place, except for the rivers of jism soaking her anus and her asscrack. Lonell guided her luscious, dangling breasts into his mouth, one at a time, sucking her nipples and driving her crazy as he plunged his gigantic organ up into her pussy in sharp, piercing thrusts.

Then he came too, squirting rivers into her, and they rolled her over on her side, with Michael's cock still in her ass. Now Gerald's cock was hard again, and she felt him unfastening the gag. Next he jammed his cock into her mouth and held her head in his hands, forcibly fucking her mouth and throat roughly, growling incoherently at her.

Now Steven shoved his prick up her pussy, and Lonell returned to her tormented breasts, biting her nipples, making her shriek and shudder. Laura's whole writhing body was used and abused by them, but she couldn't stop a wild, perverse sexual pleasure from overwhelming her. The more they fucked her, the more violently they used her, the closer she came to an orgasm, no matter how much she tried to ignore it. I can't . . . I can't let them have the satisfaction, she thought. No . . . no, I can't! No!

"She gon' come, she gon' come, Mike," she heard Gerald panting to the others as he continued raping her mouth and throat with his huge penis. "Fuck her hard, fuck her hard, she gon' come."

And they were right. Unable to stop herself, Laura felt a huge, explosive orgasm suddenly well up inside her body and burst, shattering her with unbelievable pleasure. Three of them were fucking her and the fourth assaulting her breasts, and she came violently, her body arching and flexing and shaking as the fierce spasms of her climax wrenched her.

And it was just at that moment that the apartment door flew open and Rina, carrying a bag of groceries, walked in.

"Oh my god!" she wailed.

But the men were so caught up in the web of sexual tension they had created that they couldn't stop. All three of them came at nearly the same time. Gerald groaned and his cock erupted into her mouth, spewing jism down her throat, then slipping out and spurting more onto her cheek, and her breasts.

Michael stabbed his spurting cock deep into her asshole, and Steven groaned and shot his load into her pussy. Lonell, not to be denied his second climax, had been pulling on his gigantic cock while devouring her flaming nipples, and he capped the whole event by spewing thick gobs of cum all over her breasts.

Whimpering, gasping for breath, drenched in rivers of semen, Laura lay covered by them all on the floor, her body tingling from the aftershocks of her own orgasm and from the brutal abuse they had given it. Rina was so shocked that she dropped her bag of groceries as she rushed across the room. The contents of the bag scattered with a loud crash all over the floor as she threw herself screaming on Gerald, hitting him with her fists and clawing him with her nails.

"You bastard!" she screamed. "You lowlife motherfuckers! Get out of here! I'm calling the police! I ought to kill you. God, you shits, you scum, you turds!"

She dashed for the phone and began punching in 911. But Gerald and the others knew she was serious.

"She means it, man," he said to the others. "Let's scram."

They pulled up their pants and were gone before Rina could even get enough self-control to describe what was happening to the emergency operator. And Laura struggled to her feet and took the phone out of her hand, hanging it up.

"No," Laura said, in a bleak, shattered voice. "Don't."

"Oh baby . . ." Rina said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

The 911 operator called right back to see if everything was really all right. Laura took the phone.

"Yes," she said. "I . . . I fell. But I'm all right. Yes . . . my friend is going to take me to the emergency room. Yes, operator. Thank you. Yes, thank you."

Then she hung up.

She looked at Rina, then down at the rivulets of semen streaking her naked body. Some of Gerald's dripped off her chin. Rina made a disgusted face. She took Laura's arm.

"Come with me."

They went past the spilled grocercies, toward the bathroom.

"Don't you think we should pick them up?" Laura asked.

"You get in the bathtub," Rina said firmly. "I'll pick them up."

She got two towels from the closet. One she sat out for Laura to use after the bath, and with the other she quickly wiped the semen off Laura's body.

"I'm going to kill them," she said under her breath. "For doing this to you. I'm going to kill them. Especially Gerald."

Laura, trembling, didn't say anything. Obediently, she got into the bath that Rina drew for her.

"You soak," Rina commanded. "You wash all their shit off you. You get clean and forget about it. I could kill myself for getting you into this."

"It wasn't your fault," Laura said softly.

Rina looked down at her in the bathtub. Slowly, Laura began to wash the semen off her flesh. The warm water soothed the burning in her asshole, and her still-tingling nipples. The four men had really gone after her brutally, she realized. She still ached and burned from the rape.

Rina was looking down at her with a mixture of sympathy and sexual desire. Laura realized that she was naked and wet, vulnerable, withdrawn, still somewhat in shock from the experience. She knew how she would feel if it were Rina, whom she desired fiercely anyway.

"Can I get in with you?" Rina finally asked, almost bashfully. "I mean . . . I won't touch you or anything."

"Why," Laura smiled gently up at her. "Did they ruin me for you?"

"No one could ever ruin you for me, Laura."

She undressed quickly, and Laura, who was always aroused by watching Rina take off her clothes, could feel pulse accelerate as she watched. Rina got into the tub behind her. Laura felt the girl's hard round breasts and soft nipples pressing into her naked back.

Rina took the soap and began to rub Laura's skin with it.

"You just relax, honey," she murmured. "I'm going to wash it all away. I'm going to wash you clean, and kiss your beautiful body everywhere they dirtied it."

Her flesh covered with foamy white lather, Laura let herself go, pliant and submissive to every movement of Rina's. Rina's hands soaped her breasts until they slipped and slid under her fingers. Rina kissed her neck and poured water on her breasts, washing off the suds. Then she turned Laura's body halfway around so they could kiss, then dropped her lips to Laura's nipples, kissing and sucking them tenderly.

"Tell me if it hurts," she murmured.

"Please suck hard," Laura breathed. "Go ahead. Oh god . . . oh Rina!"

Wet and slippery, they coiled together, kissing more passionately than ever. They realized that they had never made love while wet before, and the sensations excited them both wildy. Rina licked the beads of bathwater off Laura's smooth skin, letting her hand gently massage Laura's cuntlips under the water.

"I love to fuck you wet," she whispered. "I'm going to make you forget."

"Don't talk about it," Laura breathed. "Just keep doing what you're doing. Just fuck me . . . just fuck me, Rina, please."

Rina squirmed around so that she was crouching over Laura's supine body in the tub. She dangled her luscious, perfectly-shaped breasts in Laura's face, letting Laura's eager mouth chase her large, swelling nipples, moaning hotly when Laura sucked them. She had both hands in Laura's pussy, under water, at the same time, probing and rubbing it, bringing Laura to a fever pitch of sexual tension.

"Oh . . . oh god!" Laura gasped, letting Rina's delicious breast slip from her mouth. "I'm going to come! Oh . . . Rina, baby, fuck me! Now . . . now!"

"You want to come under water, baby?" Rina teased, sliding down Laura's shiny, squirming body, kissing and sucking Laura's wet breasts again.

Now, for leverage, she used only one hand on Laura's pussy, rubbing Laura's clit expertly, and sucking Laura's nipples, bringing Laura quickly to a sharp, shattering climax.

"Ungghh! Oh! Auungghhh!" Laura groaned as the rapturous spasms shook her body.

She churned and shuddered, splashing bathwater all over them both, clamping her thighs shut on Rina's working hand, moaning in wild ecstacy. But Rina wouldn't let her down from the pinnacle. Laura felt the water draining from the tub, then felt Rina's head between her thighs, and Rina's mouth on her still-tingling pussy.

Rina was sucking her clit and squeezing her ass, frantically, passionately, and in thirty seconds Laura was coming again, whinnying and gagging on another sharp orgasm.

"Oh! Ungghmmmnnggeeee!" she cried. "Oh Rina! Oh . . . ungghh! Anngghiieee!"

She pulled the wet black girl down on top of her in the tub, rolling to the side, scooping up one dark, damp breast and filling her mouth with Rina's large nipple. Then she slid down and between Rina's parting thighs, getting her mouth on Rina's glistening cunt and sucking and tonguing it feverishly. She brought Rina to a climax in under a minute, digging her fingers rhythmically into Rina's firm buns as the black girl moaned and keened with sharp coming.

Afterward, they dried each other off, then went to Rina's bedroom and continued fucking, not stopping until each girl had come six more times. By then they were temporarily tired, and they relaxed long enough to talk and kiss and cuddle. They talked about Gerald and the others who had gangbanged Laura. Laura did not mention that she had climaxed at the height of the gang-fuck, feeling too embarrassed. Rina swore she would have them all arrested.

They slept together, awakening periodically to fuck, and by morning Laura (and she knew Rina as well) had come so many times she had lost count.