It was another one of those aftermaths where she could barely walk. God, it's a good thing she and I don't fuck often, Laura thought as she walked painfully down the hall toward her apartment. It's like being raped by a hundred marines. I hope she feels this way too.

But once inside, she couldn't help leaning back against the door and smiling as she remembered how they had gone at each other. As usual, they were insatiable, brutal, demanding. And caring, tender, skillful, loving. Their relationship was unique. I could never live without her, Laura realized.

She was half-undressed and getting ready to take a bath when the doorbell rang. Who could that be? she wondered. I hope it isn't Chanitra. She takes it so hard when I turn her away.

She went to the door and opened it a crack, expecting maybe Yvette. "Yes?"

"Your name Laura?"

"Yes."

Boom. The man was inside her apartment before she even knew what was happening, slamming and bolting the door behind him while Laura picked herself up, stunned, from the floor.

The edge of the door had hit her cheekbone, and she rubbed it with her fingers, still trying to realize what had happened. The man was black, tall and rangy, pretty handsome, though his eyes burned with red hatred at her. Oh god, she thought.

"You the Laura who's been fucking my wife?" he snarled at her.

Oh god! "I . . ." she began, not knowing what to say.

Then she realized that she was only half-dressed. She wore only her bra, a peach-hued lacy little thing that dipped low, exposing the tops of her exquisite breasts, a bra that Karen had loved and loved to remove. And though she still had on her skirt, it was half-unzipped.

His eyes widened as he looked at her body.

"I can say this, she's got good taste, at least," he said in a hostile whisper. "Can't be many lesbians that look as good as you do."

"Are you . . . Arthur?" Laura asked in a small voice.

Arthur smiled. "How many men's wives you be fucking, Laura?" he said with cutting sarcasm.

Now he started toward her. Laura backed up. His eyes were on her bra.

"Do you know what I would do to a man if I found out he was fucking my wife?" he said, eyes flashing like razors.

Laura shook her head. She was really scared now.

"I'd kill him," Arthur smiled. "I'd cut off his cock first, then I'd kill him. Slow."

Laura shook her head, paralyzed with fear. "Don't kill me, please," she murmured, almost unable to speak.

Arthur smiled viciously. He had Laura backed into a corner. He reached out one hand, grabbed her bra where the cups joined, and literally ripped it off her body. The fabric tore and crumpled in his fist. Laura's perfect breasts were naked. Her nipples still hurt from Karen's teeth and lips, but Yvette's husband's eyes on them made them pulse with perverse excitement.

She tried to cover herself with her arms, but he yanked them away, twisting her wrists. He was very strong.

"You don't want to be covering those up, Laura," he said. "They're too beautiful to cover up."

He dropped one of her wrists and cupped her left breast in his hand, squeezing it roughly, then pinching her nipple between his thumb and forefinger so hard that tears came to her eyes.

"Ohhnn! You're hurting me!" she gasped.

"Hurts? I think you been fucking with girls too long, Laura. I'll show you what hurts."

He dropped his mouth to the same breast and sucked her nipple deep into his mouth. In spite of the violence and the soreness of her nipple, Laura nearly came unglued. He sucked it so hard that he didn't even need to bite it.

"Annngghhh! Oh!" she yelped, wincing with pain.

Arthur pushed his angry face right up into hers. "That's just a hint of what you're gonna get, honey," he hissed. "Where's the bedroom?" He yanked her roughly down the small hallway to her bedroom. "Here?" He pulled her inside. "This where you fucked Yvette? She has a beautiful body, doesn't she?" Again he pushed his face up against Laura's, snarling. "Did you fuck her right there? On that bed? Did you eat her pussy? Did you squeeze her titties? Like this?"

Again his fingers twisted and pinched Laura's nipples until tears spilled down her cheeks. She was about ready to scream. He sensed it, because he pushed her down on her bed and put one rough hand over her mouth.

"Don't get the idea that you can scream for help, Laura," he growled under his breath.

With great, swift dexterity, he pulled his pocket handkerchief out and stuffed the wad in her mouth. Then, quickly, he took the pillow case from one of her pillows, wound it tight, and tied the gag in place with it.

Now Laura really was terrified. She knew he could rape her and kill and, and no one would know for days. She couldn't scream. And as if things weren't desperate enough already, he suddenly yanked her wrists behind her back and she felt handcuffs snap into place, locking them.

Oh god! She began whimpering, her desperate cries muffled by the wad of cloth in her mouth.

Now that she was partially immobilized and gagged, Arthur was more relaxed. He smiled maliciously at her, unknotting his tie.

"No need to struggle, Laura," he sneered. "I'm not going to kill you. You're too beautiful. I'm not one of those kind of guys who gets off by screwing a corpse. No, not me. I like them alive. And kicking."

He slowly drew the zipper of her skirt all the way down. Laura was quivering with fear by this time, and didn't know whether to kick at him or not. It might make things worse. She shut her eyes as he pulled her skirt down her legs. He ran his hands all over them.

"And I thought Yvette had beautiful legs," he said softly. "Wow, you're something else, Laura. It's going to be a pleasure to punish you."

Next, with exquisite slowness just to torture her, he drew her panties over her uptilted buns, then skimmed them down her legs and off. He ran his hands all over her naked ass, digging his fingers into the resilient cheeks.

"Laura, some black women don't have asses as good as this," he said admiringly, before slipping his finger into her crack.

Laura jumped and whinnied softly, her eyes blazing with fear. The tip of his finger easily found her asshole.

"Ever been fucked here, Laura?" he asked, pulled her cheeks apart.

Arthur's eyes widened with sarcasm. Laura knew her asshole had to be inflamed from the way Karen had raped her only a few hours ago, and from the way it burned.

"Tsk tsk tsk, Laura," he chuckled sarcastically. "Look like you already been getting reamed, not too long ago either."

He slid his forefinger deep into her ass, fucking her suddenly very hard with it, five or six penetrating times.

"Nggeee! Mmnnggeee! Mnnggeee!" she wailed into the gag, her whole ass on fire with pain.

"You lesbians like ass-fucking, do you? You know, I can't get Yvette to do that. She hates it. But you seem to like it, don't you, Laura. Look how red your little hole is. Gonna be a lot redder when I get through with it."

He started undressing, and she looked back over her shoulder as he stripped off his pants. He had a huge cock, already swelling and rising, throbbing, menacing. But she couldn't deny how thrilling it was too. She was frightened, but she was also wildly excited, as only sex pushed to the furthest extremes could excite her.

But she had felt huge cocks before, especially Rob's. Arthur's wasn't any thicker than Rob's, but it was long . . . so long. It was an inch, at least, longer than Rob's, maybe more. She couldn't take her eyes off it.

"You like that, eh, Laura?" he said, holding it in one hand and pushing it into her face. "You'd like to swallow this right down your throat, wouldn't you, Laura. Don't worry. You'll get the chance. You'll get a chance for everything. But first, this nice white ass of yours is gonna swallow it."

He rifled the drawers of her bedstand, quickly coming up with a fresh tube of K-Y jelly.

"I knew you'd have something like this here," he said. "You lesbians like to fuck, I know that. I knew you'd have something."

He had the lubricant swabbed all over his prick before she knew it. He wasn't wasting any time. Laura didn't even have a chance to prepare herself. He tossed the tube aside and knelt between her thighs, pulling apart her buns with his hands.

Laura stiffened, and she gurgled with pain and shock as he slid his long, greased cock deep into her ass.

The pain was intense, not only because his phenomenally long cock went in so deep, but also because her rectum was so inflamed from Karen's fierce rape. And then she remembered Yvette describing how Arthur screwed her, because he was mean and fast, not gentle.

He talked to her the whole time, raping her ass viciously, stabbing his spear of a cock deep into her body while pinching and squeezing her buns savagely.

"How do you like that, little lesbian?" he asked. "Did you fuck her like this? Did she fuck you like this? Shit, no. That's because you can't fuck this way with girls, can you. Don't have no cock to . . ."

"Unggh!" Laura groaned as he lunged deep into her.

". . . no cock to ram home like this."

"Auuggnnn!"

Laura thought she might pass out. He raped her even harder and faster, slamming her body into the mattress, finally crushing her body under his so that he could slip his hands under her and cup her breasts in his hands and twist and squeeze them mercilessly. She screamed into the gag, to no avail, and sobbed hysterically as he speared her again and again.

And then, to her horror, and reminiscent of the time Rina's boyfriend and his buddies had gangbanged her, she realized that she was going to come, in spite of herself. She knew Arthur was, because he had turned into a maddog, brutally stabbing her ass with his cock and pinching her nipples sharply, groaning and lunging. But inside her pummelled and ravished body she could feel the swelling, the hot rising cloud of ecstacy that would explode no matter how much she dreaded it.

Arthur gave a savage cry, and she felt the hot gobbets of his sperm shoot into her ass, followed by the red-hot poker of his long prick, stabbing them in deeper. And then she herself came. Her body stiffened, then convulsed in jerky spasms, and low moans of painful bliss came from her throat.

He rolled off her, chuckling. "By god, you liked that too, didn't you Laura. You came, you really did. You got one tight little white asshole there too. Jerked that cum right out of me. But I got more where that came from."

He turned her over onto her back, but her wrists handcuffed behind her made her cry out as she fell on them. He found the key in the pocket of his pants on the floor, unlocked them, then quickly snapped them shut again around one of the bars in her brass headboard.

"And now I'm going to fuck the front hole," he said, grinning with malice. "Leave no hole unfucked, I always say. Laura, you been fucking other girls so long you forgot how good a hard cock feels. Felt good up your ass like that, didn't it. It'll feel good up your pussy too, I guarantee it."

His phenomenal cock was already hard again. Yvette never told me about this, Laura thought. She watched him slip it into her pussy and ram it in deep, making her wince with pain. It was so long that it stabbed her to the quick. She moaned, but he took it for sexual excitement.

"Like that, eh?"

He scooped her breasts up in both hands and began sucking and squeezing them while he fucked her. Laura's body was so sore from fucking all afternoon with Karen that she could hardly bear the hammering, slamming, brutal attack he unleashed on her. His strong hands bruised her flesh, and his mouth tore savagely at her breasts, while his long, stabbing cock plunged deeper than anything had ever gone before into her body.

And yet, again in spite of herself, she erupted in another orgasm just as he began to come again himself. His hammering cock spewed into her, and Laura whinnied hysterically with coming, her body convulsing involuntarily through spasm after excruciating spasm of pleasure mixed with blazing pain.

After this he left her alone for fifteen minutes or so. He wandered naked around her apartment, smoking, pouring himself a drink in her kitchen. Laura was still handcuffed to the headstand of the bed, still gagged, his semen seeping back out of her ass and her pussy, her nipples throbbing and aching from his savage attacks, worse because Karen had already ravished them earlier.

But when he reappeared in her bedroom, she knew he wasn't finished with her yet. He gave her a sinister smile, and she looked down to see his long dark cock swelling and jumping again, rising, pointing. Oh god! she thought.

Quickly he removed the gag, smiling. Then he straddled her upper body and slid his cock into her mouth, talking to her constantly now while he fucked her. Laura tried not to gag on his long prick, but it was almost impossible since he held the sides of her head and forced it almost down her throat.

He told her that she needed this to help her get over her perversions, that it couldn't possibly be as good fucking with another girl, even with Yvette. She needed a man to teach her how to really appreciate sex. And if he ever found out that she was screwing Yvette again, he'd come right back here and do this again, but worse, and then kill her afterward. So this was a warning. Don't go near his wife. He could kill her. He knew how to get away with it.

By this time, his cock was as stiff as a rod and he was fucking her mouth more and more violently, panting, grunting, nearly gagging her with each forward thrust. He had already come twice, and Laura knew that it would take even a man with his fierce virility a little longer the third time. But miraculously, he began to spurt in only a few more seconds.

He pulled his squirting cock out of her mouth and let his jism spatter into her face, groaning with each rocketing spurt, ejaculating a surprising amount onto her cheeks, her forehead, her chin. She wondered how he could have so much semen left in him.

But he did, and he fucked her twice more, once again in her ass, and once in her pussy, before leaving an hour later.

He left Laura on the bed, drenched in sperm and aching from every pore. It was several minutes before she could get up and verify that he had actually gone. She double-bolted the door, then took a bath for an hour, trying not to think about it. Not until late that night, when she couldn't sleep, did she finally cry, long, hysterically, with almost total desolation and relief.