The time with Brandi almost seemed like a dream to Laura, for as soon as the airplane hit the ground in San Francisco, she was suddenly consumed by thoughts of Sholandra. What they had begun so excitedly had been quickly interrupted by Sholandra's period, brought on partly by their frantic fucking, and her own business trip, during which she and Brandi had again tried to fuck one another into the hospital.

She got home to three answering machine messages from Sholandra. "God, I know you're not there, but I keep hoping," Sholandra said. "Call me. I miss you. I've stopped bleeding. Two days ago." Her voice turned plaintive. "Laura . . ."

Then she hung up. The next two messages were increasingly desperate, then jealous, then angry, the spitfire in Sholandra now coming out as her frustration mounted. But just her voice made Laura wet. All thought of Brandi, with whom she had shared such wonderful intimacy, vanished. She had to have this girl, just as she had to have her earlier, before Sholandra had given in. Her need had the same urgency.

She called Sholandra. "I'm back, I missed you so much," she said breathlessly into the phone.

"A likely story," Sholandra said, toying with her. "I can't talk now. My boyfriend is here."

Laura's heart sank. Oh god. Oh no.

"Laura? Laura . . . are you there?"

"Yes," Laura gulped.

"I'm only kidding," Sholandra said, bursting into half- malicious laughter. "Trying to get back at you for running out on me. God, I'm dying to see you."

"Can you come over?"

"Hope I don't get into an accident on the way," Sholandra said, hanging up the phone without even a goodbye.

And it did take her only ten minutes. Laura buzzed her up and stood waiting in her open doorway while Sholandra half-walked and half-ran there from the elevator. Discreetly, they dipped inside Laura's apartment, and Laura bolted the door. And then they nearly tore one another apart.

"Oh god, I want you, I want you so bad," Sholandra panted, tearing at Laura's clothes as Laura tore at hers.

"Not more than I want you," Laura murmured.

Before either of them were completely naked, she had Sholandra's bra off and filled her hands with the girl's marvelous small, perfect breasts, dropping her mouth to the thick black nipples and devouring them.

"Ohhhnnn! Ohnnnnn!" Sholandra moaned. "Take me in the bedroom, quick!" she panted. "Take me in the bedroom and fuck me, Laura. Please! Oh god . . . it's been so hard to wait!"

"Come here, quick!" Laura said, pulling her down the short hallway.

They fell onto Laura's bed, still half-clothed, without even shutting the door, a ritual Laura almost never omitted. Again she devoured Sholandra's delicious, shiny wet nipples, while at the same time tugging down the girl's panties. They were both panting and squirming deliriously, still half-clothed, consumed by their passion.

"Oh god, honey, I want to eat you, I want to taste you," Laura panted to her, quickly sliding down between Sholandra's thighs.

"Oh yes . . . yes!" Sholandra gasped.

Her inflamed pussy was very wet and puckered, and Laura spread the black curly pubic hair away from it before pressing her lips to the shiny pink cleft and slipping her tongue in deep.

"Angghh!" Sholandra moaned, arching her back as a jolt of fierce pleasure shot through her body.

Laura tongue-fucked her for a few moments, while Sholandra writhed deliriously, moaning and whimpering almost hysterically in the grip of a frantic need. Finally, Laura slid her tongue up to Sholandra's swollen clit and stabbed it several times. This brought the gasping, twisting girl to the very edge.

"Unnhh . . . oh, oh god! Unnngghhnnnunn . . . ungh! Oh god . . . Laura, please!" she panted. "Oh . . . oh please!"

Now Laura gave her what she craved, assaulting Sholandra's clit with her tongue savagely, bringing on a quick, convulsive orgasm. Sholandra came in an abrupt fury, her small breasts shaking as the sharp spasms wracked her arching body.

"Auungghh! Oh! Ungghhanngghiieee!" she cried out, turning her face sideways into a pillow as the cries escaped her mouth.

She came hard, and it took a long time for her to recover. Finally, her breathing returned to normal. She smiled drowsily, sensually at Laura.

"Now I know how it is to be raped," she whispered, looking down at her half-clothed body, and at Laura's.

Together they undressed each other until they were both naked. And now Sholandra took over, pushing Laura onto her back and slowly, skillfully making love to her. It seemed that their brief week apart had made Sholandra into a more experienced lover somehow, for now she kissed and caressed Laura's body with a new boldness, a new cleverness, until Laura was climbing the walls with sexual need.

"Oh! Oh . . . yessss!" she breathed, feeling her body respond to every careful touch, to every kiss, every invasion of tongue and finger.

In a few minutes she too was coming, turning her own face to the pillow, coming wildly, her body surging off the bed as Sholandra drew spasm after sweet spasm from her.

They spent the night together, exhausting each other by morning, when Sholandra finally left to take care of some errands, promising to return that evening, which was Saturday.

"Sure you don't have plans?" she asked coyly, as if to catch Laura in a trap, still jealous of whomever might be competing with her for Laura's affections.

"No plans," Laura smiled. "Except you, you lovely creature. I want to eat you alive. Those are my plans."

"Mmmmm, and I plan to spread honey all over my body and let you eat it," Sholandra winked.

"You can skip the honey, honey," Laura winked back, as they parted.

And then, in the late morning, what Laura always feared would happen happened. This time it was not Chanitra, or Yvette, or Barbara. It was Camille. And she didn't phone. She rang the downstairs buzzer.

"Who is it?" Laura asked over the intercom.

"Camille. Remember me?"

Laura simultaneously felt a squirt of sexual excitement and a jolt of panic. "How could I forget you?" she said, unable to disguise an obvious sultriness in her voice.

"Can I come up?"

Can you ever, Laura thought, buzzing the door open. I don't know how to get out of this one, but I'm not turning down the opportunity. Camille was stunning, as ever, as she walked from the elevator. For whatever reason, Laura had forgotten how shockingly gorgeous she actually was, dropdead beautiful in a stylish movie star way.

Camille buzzed her on the cheek. "So great to see you!"

"And you too," Laura smiled, taking her inside.

"Rob gave me your address. Actually," she leaned over, whispering conspiratorially into Laura's ear, "he didn't give it to me. I stole it out of his address book. He's out of town, though, so he won't know I'm here."

"Oh?"

"Isn't that exciting?"

It sure is exciting me, Laura thought. Even though she and Sholandra had fucked through the night, each climaxing about twelve or thirteen times, she could feel herself growing wet all over again, when she looked at Camille.

"God, you're gorgeous," she said. "I forgot how beautiful you are."

"Me? Gosh, you're the one who looks like Stephanie Seymour. I expect you to put on your Victoria's Secret teddies and stuff any minute."

"Mmmmm, should I?" Laura asked.

Camille came closer, shedding her coat, tossing her purse on a chair. Her eyes were suddenly smoky. "I felt like we never really finished what we started," she murmured, very softly. "You know . . . after Rob came in. I mean, that was great, but . . . I want to do it with you alone. Just the two of us. Know what I mean?"

Laura smiled. She held out her hand, extending one finger and caressing Camille's smooth cheek with it, letting her fingertip end at the girl's beautiful, sensual, very red lips. "I know exactly," she whispered. "Please follow me."

Only when she got to the bedroom, with Camille following closely behind, did Laura remember that she had not remade the bed. The sheets were rumpled and crumpled from hours of vigorous fucking with Sholandra, and she knew they were redolent of steamy sex. But it was too late now. Maybe the odor will excite her, Laura thought. She must know I don't just sit here at night and twiddle my thumbs.

Camille seemed not to notice. Instead, she was standing right behind Laura as Laura turned from closing the bedroom door. Her face was very close, her full lips parted, her dark eyes throbbing.

"You don't know how I've dreamed of this," she murmured as their mouths came together.

Laura was too embarrassed to mention that she herself had been fucking others so heatedly and almost continuously that she hadn't had time to think of Camille. But I'm thinking of you now, she thought, her whole body swimming with lust as their tongues rapidly intermingled. It was as if Sholandra were ancient history.

Laura's body trembled with sexual excitement, and her pussy flooded with fuck juice. "Oh god . . . you're so beautiful," she murmured as she unbuttoned Camille's blouse and peeled it away, exposing the girl's golden skin, and shiny, pale blue rayon bra, encasing her large firm breasts.

Camille smiled as Laura tugged the straps down. "You're just like a man," she whispered huskily. "Can't wait to get your hands on my boobs."

"You're right," Laura swallowed, unclasping Camille's bra, slipping it off, exposing the girl's incredible naked breasts.

They were large and firm, but perfectly shaped, with huge, brown, round, swelling nipples. Laura cradled the luscious globes in her palms, lowering her mouth to them. For about two minutes she sucked and tongued Camille's large nipples, squeezing and kneading the firm balls of her breasts at the same time, until Camille's knees grew weak.

"Ohhh . . . oh Laura, I've got to sit," she gasped. "Or lay down."

"Yes," Laura said, pulling her down on the bed.

"Take off your clothes too." Camille's dark eyes burned. "Please."

Laura smiled. Slowly she did a strip for Camille, who pulled off the rest of her own clothes as she watched. Laura realized that she rarely paused to enjoy the way her lovers felt about her body, how they seemed to love it the way she loved every inch of theirs. Camille's burning eyes on her naked breasts, on her belly, her thighs, her ass, her pussy inflamed her, made her blood sizzle and pump wildly.

By the time she was naked, both of them were out of control. Camille grabbed Laura and pulled her down on the bed, guiding one of Laura's breasts into her mouth, sucking Laura's nipple hard. Laura went wild, surprised at herself for being so horny so closely after such frantic fucking with Sholandra. But Camille was a hot, urgent lover.

She did the same thing to Laura's other breast, sucking and even nibbling Laura's throbbing nipple, until Laura was trembling and twisting and moaning, on the verge of an orgasm already. She realized she almost always made her lover come first, but this time Camille had her quickly on the edge herself, keening and squirming, panting uncontrollably.

"Oh god . . . oh!" she gasped as Camille slipped between her thighs. "Unngghh!" she moaned as she felt Camille's mouth against her throbbing, melting pussy, eating her passionately.

She couldn't help gyrating and pumping her hips frantically, pushing her cunt up into the invading tongue, the sucking lips. In only a few more seconds she erupted into a long, undulating climax.

"Unngghhmmnnggnneee!" she groaned, grimacing as the ecstacy ripped through her arching body.

Camille tended to her lovingly until she regained her senses, hovering over Laura's prone body, kissing her, then dangling her gorgeous breasts in Laura's face, letting the large, thick nipples brush Laura's lips, until Laura was overcome by her own desire for Camille.

"Oh girl, they're so beautiful," she said, holding both firm globes in her hands and running her tongue across both of Camille's big, excited nipples.

She nipped one gently with her teeth.

"Ahhh!" Camille breathed, a sharp intake of air through her clenched teeth. "God, yes . . . bite it!" she said in a low, hungry voice.

Laura rolled the thick, wet nipple between her thumb and finger, wanting to do it but reluctant to hurt Camille.

"I don't want to hurt you," she whispered.

Camille's eyes burned into hers. "Please!" she said softly. "Please . . . bite it. Oh Laura . . . fuck me and bite me, I'm so close, I'm going to come, please!"

Gently, Laura rolled her over onto her back and began to do what Camille had asked for. Her hand found the girl's very wet pussy, and with her other hand she bunched up Camille's incredibly beautiful breasts, one at a time, and attacked the protruding, swollen nipples with her mouth, sucking them hard, hand-fucking Camille into almost hysterical need.

At the critical moment, she sank her teeth into one beautiful, bulging, brown, saliva-shiny bud, pressing her fingers sharply into Camille's clit at the same time, rubbing hard. Camille came sharply, a strangled cry of rapture catching in her throat as her body surged and writhed in the rumpled sheets.

"Anngghhiiieerrgghmmngg!" she cried out, grimacing, her nails biting into Laura's shoulders as the spasms of her climax wrenched her.

When it waned, she propped herself up on her elbows, still panting softly. She smiled at Laura.

"That's what I wanted. For us to be alone, and really do it without sharing. I mean, with Rob and you it was great. But I wanted you alone."

"I know what you mean," Laura said, caressing her, marvelling still at her body.

"I don't know why, but I knew you would make me come like that," Camille confessed.

"Like what?" Laura giggled softly.

"Hard. Really hard." She rubbed her nipple with two fingers. "You bit me."

"You asked me to."

"You know," Camille said, almost in a whisper, eyes twinkling. "Sometimes I like it really rough? Am I a pervert or something? I mean, Rob won't do it rough. He's afraid he'll hurt me. But I like it that way sometimes."

"Me too," Laura confessed.

"Only it has to be spontaneous. I mean, I don't like starting out with the idea that you're going to get rough. But I once had a boyfriend who really raped me a few times. He was sort of a jerk, but when he really raped me hard, and pinched my nipples, and bit my ass, I really came like crazy. I knew it was sick, but I sort of got to like it, even."

"Mmmmm, I know how he felt," Laura murmured, cradling both of Camille's large, jutting breasts in her palms. "I want to rape you too. I want to swallow these."

A sharp shiver gripped Camille. "God . . . you're making me horny again."

"I want to fuck your pussy with my pussy," Laura breathed, again sucking Camille's large, thick nipples.

"Ohhh! Oh . . . how do we do that?" she asked, panting, her eyes glazing as Laura's mouth ravished her bursting wet nipples.

Laura pushed Camille gently down onto her back and slid one leg under Camille's, bringing their groins together until the wet lips of their pussies met.

"Ohhh! . . . Jesus!" Camille breathed, moaning with excitment.

And they proceeded to fuck one another into a frenzy of coming. In fact, Camille came twice, so thrilling Laura that she too came a second time, her body flexing in sharp spasms of bliss. She had never come more than once doing this, but Camille took to it so enthusiastically, and came so hard, that both of them had second orgasms almost without trying.

When it was over, they coiled together and fucked some more. Both of them had several more climaxes by late afternoon.

"I knew it would be like this," Camille said, as they lay slackly together, recovering from another explosion. "I knew we could just fuck and fuck, without stopping. You're just as much of a tramp as I am," she grinned.

"Guilty as charged," Laura said, though feeling exhausted.

First three supercharged days with Brandi, then a whole night of feverish screwing with Sholandra, and now several hours with Camille. Laura's whole body cried out for rest. And, as Camille was finally dressing to leave, Laura realized that Sholandra would be returning soon.

Oh god, I hope she doesn't get here until Camille is gone! she thought. And this time, she was lucky. Camille left at four, and at four-ten Sholandra buzzed downstairs. Taking a deep breath, Laura answered the intercom.

"I've got a present for you," Sholandra's voice came through the speaker, smoky and alluring. "Just two hints. It's black, and it's sopping wet."

Laura, in spite of her fatigue, could feel her pussy pulse excitedly as she heard this. "Oh god, baby, come right up," she said into the microphone, buzzing open the door.

And Sholandra really did look stunning. She wore a stylish tight black dress with a red scarf, the skirt so short that her delicious legs were almost totally visible. Laura shut and bolted the door. They kissed hotly, voraciously.

"Mmmm, did you guess the present?" Sholandra said into Laura's neck as she made goosebumps grip Laura's body everywhere.

"I want to put my tongue into it," Laura breathed into her ear.

"God, I'm almost coming already," Sholandra murmured, trembling as Laura pulled her toward the bedroom.

They both undressed on the way and fell on the bed in a frenzy. It was as if they had never fucked through the night, or indeed ever before. Sholandra's pussy really was sopping wet, a juicy black-edged slit of glistening pink flesh. In their brief time together, Laura had never seen it so wet. She was so aroused by it that she pushed her mouth into it, sucking and tongue-stabbing it, her hands all over Sholandra's delectable ass and smooth brown thighs.

"Oh . . . unh! Oh Laura . . . unh! Unh! Oh god . . . oh shit oh! Unhhhh!" Sholandra panted, squirming wildly, completely overwhelmed by Laura's passionate assault.

Laura even surprised herself, but she was crazy with hunger for Sholandra's delectable wet pussy, and she ate it in a sharp frenzy, bringing Sholandra to an orgasm before either of them expected it. Sholandra's body clenched, the breath momentarily left her lungs, and she shuddered as a spasm of coming gripped her.

"Ungghhaaunngghh!" she groaned. "Oh! Ungghh! Ohaanngghhhh!"

She came in short, agonizing bursts, her face torn with bliss. After a few minutes, she surfaced, groggy and dazed but smiling.

"I thought for a few seconds you were going to get me going like you did that one time, where I came about four or five times in a row, without stopping," she said softly.

"Mmmmm, we could try for that again, if you like," Laura murmured, smiling too, ashamed of herself for forgetting that, like Yvette, Sholandra had a g-spot.

But in answer, Sholandra pushed Laura onto her back. "Not until I get what I came for," she said, beginning to make love aggressively to Laura.

And even though Laura was approaching total exhaustion, just being naked in the same bed with Sholandra was almost enough by itself to make her come. And with Sholandra's help she was groaning through an excruciating climax in about two minutes. As she had discovered during marathon fucking sessions with Karen, the more exhausted her body became, the more intense--almost physically painful--her orgasms were. This one had her wincing and crying out in agony as the fierce, almost unendurable ecstacy wrenched her overworked nerves, leaving her panting and weeping softly when it finally released her.

Even Sholandra was alarmed. "Laura . . . are you all right?" she whispered, kissing Laura's cheek.

"Yes," Laura barely breathed.

"What are these?" Sholandra asked, touching the fingernail marks on Laura's shoulders with her forefinger.

Laura had completely forgotten about the scratches Camille had given her when the girl had been writhing in the grip of a sharp climax. She tried to keep from blushing with embarrassment.

"I . . . don't know," she whispered, barely audibly.

"They look like scratches to me," Sholandra said, her dark, beautiful eyes widening. "They weren't there this morning."

Laura looked down, deeply ashamed.

"Oh Laura . . . you . . . while I was gone? You did it with somebody else?"

Laura looked up and saw two big tears sliding down the beautiful girl's cheeks. She felt terrible.

"I . . . can explain," she said glumly.

"Save it!" Sholandra said, jumping off the bed, snatching up her clothes from the floor.

Even though Laura had just had a devastating orgasm, and realized she must have climaxed about twenty times in the past night and day, she found the sight of the beautiful, stark naked Sholandra furiously gathering up her bra and panties and skirt from the floor and hastily putting them on wildly arousing. She wanted to apologize, to do anything to soften the girl's fury, but half of her also wanted to grab Sholandra and rape her. The other half wanted to sleep for about three days.

"Sholandra, I think you should listen to me," Laura said, softly.

But by now Sholandra was weeping bitterly as she dressed. Her eyes sparkled with diamond tears as she glowered at Laura.

"No, you listen to me! You . . . lesbian slut! I gave more than my body to you. This was more to me than just a little fling at a dirty, perverted, secret sick fuck, you know."

"It was, and is, more to me, too," Laura said, calmly.

"Like shit it is! You're a slut. I left for a few hours and you couldn't stay out of bed with another . . . girl! I know it was a girl, right? You're worse than a damn man!"

Laura wilted under the barrage of insults. Feeling very naked suddenly herself, she pulled the sheet up around her body.

"I'm sorry," she said, so softly it was almost inaudible.

But Sholandra heard it. Momentarily she softened, but then grew rigid with fury again. She tried to summon up yet another insult, but apparently couldn't. Then, amazingly to Laura, she softened again. She was fully clothed now, though haphazardly. She came over to the bed.

She purposely reached down and pulled the sheet away from Laura's naked body, daubing her eyes with the corner. At the same time, she looked pointedly at Laura's naked breasts.

"You made me into one too," she said, wanly, as if it were merely a fact, not an accusation. "I can't look at you without wanting you, now."

Laura reached out to her. "Oh, honey . . ."

But Sholandra shook her head, her eyes brimming again with tears. "Been cheated on before," she said, gulping back her sobs.

"I can make it up to you," Laura said, her eyes imploring Sholandra to drop it. "I can make it up to you this minute."

Now Sholandra turned furious again, as if a switch were thrown. "How? By fucking? Is that how you solve everything? We do it, then I forget you been doing it with someone else? An hour ago? In these same sheets? Why didn't I smell her? Was she black too? Do you have a thing about black girls? Did she come so hard she scratched you without knowing it? Did you tell her she had to leave because sweet little innocent Sholandra was coming back this afternoon for some more guilty, perverted screwing?"

Laura shook her head, slowly, knowing she had already lost. "You may not believe this . . . but I really care about you," she said softly, staring directly into Sholandra's eyes. "Very deeply. More than the others. But you're right. I couldn't help myself."

"How do you think it makes me feel?"

"Bad, I'm sure. It makes me feel bad."

"Oh yeah! I bet you was feeling real bad while she was moaning and coming and scratching you!" She pouted. "I know how bad you feel when I'm the one doing it."

Now she was crying more than ever, and when Laura tried to get up, to put on some clothes too, to go to her, she ran from the room. In another second, Laura heard the front door slamming as Sholandra left.