Laura wondered if anything had ever been worse than this. Even getting raped by Rina's boyfriend, and then by Arthur, Yvette's husband, hadn't left her feeling this badly. She felt used and spoiled, but worse, her pussy had never been this sore.

The two biggest cocks she had ever seen had nearly ripped it apart. Their cum was still leaking out of it when she got home. She sat in a hot bath for nearly an hour trying to get clean, to feel clean.

She called in sick at work for the next two days, staying home, feeling her body slowly recover, feeling the pain recede. On the third day, the downstairs intercom buzzer rang, and it was Sholandra. At first, Laura thought she wouldn't be able to bear company. Not her. She wants to fuck. She always wants to fuck. I can't face it.

But Sholandra persuaded Laura to let her in.

"I'm worried about you," she said, her voice plangent even over the intercom. "I even brought you some chicken soup."

"You're kidding," Laura giggled.

"I did. Let me in. I'm going to heat it up for you and make you eat it."

Laura couldn't resist. And when she opened the door, she was glad she hadn't resisted. Sholandra was luminous, vibrant and beautiful, glowing, exquisitely desireable, her large dark brown eyes wide and shiny with love for Laura. And Laura felt the same thing for her. How am I lucky enough to have this exquisite girl care for me? she wondered.

But Laura's body was so bruised and wounded still from her sexual marathon that she couldn't really embrace Sholandra. She still hurt when she walked. Sholandra could see the pain in Laura's face.

"God, what happened to you?" she asked.

"I . . . was raped," Laura said softly.

"Oh no!"

Tears immediately came to Sholandra's eyes. She hugged Laura and drew her into the livingroom. For the next fifteen minutes Laura wove a story partially out of the truth, and partially made up, about having been raped by two men. Well, I was, in a way, she thought to herself.

Sholandra's eyes poured with tears throughout the story. She empathized so closely with Laura that it was almost as if she herself had been raped.

"Two guys!" she said unbelievingly.

"Together," Laura said softly. "At the same time."

She realized that she got a sort of perverse pleasure out of describing it to Sholandra, who was so scandalized, and had obviously never dreamed of such a possibility. Laura described the details for her, which were all true. The only truth she bent was in describing herself as unwilling, which strictly speaking she had only been at the end, when both Rob and Eric and shoved their gigantic cocks into her poor pussy at the same time.

"God, I don't believe it," Sholandra said, stunned. "Both in your pussy at the same time. It must've killed you."

"Just about," Laura said. "I can still barely walk."

"We should call the police."

"No," Laura shook her head. "It would get really ugly. They would try to imply that I wanted it."

Sholandra frowned. "You know, it's awful. But it kind of makes me horny, just hearing about it. I'm sorry."

Laura stroked her cheek. She understood what Sholandra was feeling.

"I know we can't . . . do it or anything," Sholandra said. "Because you're still hurting. But maybe I could just . . . oh, I don't know . . ."

"Just hold me? Just kiss me a minute?"

Laura opened her arms and the girl came into them. They kissed, slowly, tenderly, in fact with great, expressive tenderness.

"I want to kiss you where it hurts," Sholandra whispered.

"Honey," Laura smiled, "that's the same as 'doing it'."

"I know. But I want you. I really want you."

Laura was wearing only a big fluffy bathrobe, and Sholandra easily slipped one hand inside of it, cupping one of Laura's naked breasts with her palm.

"I want to feel you," she breathed.

Laura loosened the sash of her robe. The lapels came open. Sholandra looked down and filled her dark brown hands with Laura's creamy breasts.

"It makes me sick to think of those fuckers hurting you," she said. "Are they still sore?" she asked, running her fingers lightly over Laura's nipples.

This excited Laura. "No. You can . . ."

"Can I?"

Laura nodded.

Sholandra bent her head. She held one of Laura's breasts in both hands and licked the swelling coral nipple. Then she slowly sucked it between her lips, into her mouth.

All time vanished for Laura. Sholandra sucked her nipples so sweetly that in seconds she was filled with warmth and desire for this sweet, loving girl who was caressing her so tenderly. You can do anything to me you want to, she thought, looking down at Sholandra kneading and sucking her breasts, arousing her wildly.

"What about me?" she murmured. "Don't I get a chance too?"

Sholandra looked up from Laura's erect, wet nipples. "A chance to what?"

Laura pulled her up and began unbuttoning her shirt. "Oh, a new bra," she said, smiling. "Wow."

"Got it just for you."

It was a very abbreviated bra, dipping dramatically between Sholandra's small, perfect breasts, black lace, wildly fetching. Slowly, tenderly, Laura kissed the valley between them. Her fingers slowly unfastened the clasp just under her chin.

"God, you have beautiful breasts," she whispered to Sholandra.

The girl's fancy lace bra was still hanging from her arms, but Sholandra straddled Laura's thighs and brought her naked breasts into Laura's face. "Your turn," she whispered to Laura.

Laura took them in her hands and began sucking Sholandra's large, soft, black nipples so hungrily that Sholandra began to moan and quiver. She began tenderly enough but was soon squeezing the firm globes, and tugging Sholandra's big nipples aggressively with her teeth.

"Ohhnnn! Oh god . . . Laura!" Sholandra gasped. "Better stop. We gon' have to do it."

"I know."

"But you hurtin', girl."

"I want to swallow your breasts."

"I want you to."

By now Laura's bathrobe was completely open. Quickly she and Sholandra unzipped Sholandra's skirt and pulled it down. In seconds they had Sholandra undressed too. They didn't bother with the bedroom. Their bodies coiled together urgently on the sofa.

Laura couldn't remember when they had fucked with such urgency. "Oh . . . oh . . . ohhhnnnn!" Sholandra moaned as Laura's eager tongue found her wet, throbbing pussy.

Sholandra was very aroused and wet. Laura's hungry mouth on her breasts had already brought her to the point of no return. Now Laura's tongue only had to stroke her sensitive clit a few times and she exploded in a wrenching orgasm.

"Auuggnhh!" she cried out, arching, straining. "Ungghhh! Oh . . . Laura, auuggnnnhhh! Oh Jesus! Unngghh!"

Her delicious body quivered and strained, her lovely breasts even shaking delectably as the spasms wracked her body. She took a long time to come back. But then she was all over Laura, gently but firmly sucking her nipples again, then tongue-stroking her pussy in a soft, loving rhythm, taking care not to hurt Laura but bringing her to a frantic pitch of need.

"Oh yes!" Laura panted. "Oh yes . . . oh yes Shol---"

Sholandra's fingers bit into the flesh of Laura's ass. Sholandra's tongue tormented her throbbing clit. The breath caught in her throat. A sharp uprush of hot coming throttled her.

"Onnmmgghhiieee!" she squealed sharply, stabbed by a thrilling jolt of rapture. "Ungghh . . . ungghhh oh! Auungghhh!"

The sharp, stabbing jolts subsided into a warm wave of bliss as her body undulated under Sholandra's tender caresses.

"Oh, I'm so glad you came over," she said, squeezing Sholandra, kissing her passionately. "So glad."

"I had to," Sholandra grinned. "I was really getting horny. It's only you, you know. No one else."

Laura felt guilty but tried not to blush. She knew Sholandra wasn't the only one for her. Did Sholandra know?

"But that Rhonda keeps trying to do me, you know?" Sholandra said coyly, having seen before how it rung Laura's bell to hear that.

"She does?" Laura said, immediately becoming angry. "That bitch."

"She's kinda good looking, too," Sholandra rubbed it in. "Not beautiful like you. But good looking."

"You sound like you were tempted, you little slut," Laura teased, pinching the girl's beautiful bare ass.

"Owch!" Sholandra giggled. "Was not. I told you, you're the only one."

"Should we go in the bedroom?" Laura asked.

"'Pends on what you want to do in there, you nasty thing," Sholandra grinned.

"Mmmmm," Laura kissed her neck, her gleaming shoulder, her throat. "I want to fuck you again, my darling, I want to fuck you bad," she whispered hotly into Sholandra's ear.

Sholandra stood up and pulled Laura to her feet too. "Last one there's a rotten egg," she beamed, pulling Laura after her.

In Laura's bed, they cuddled and whispered, while Laura dropped her lips again to the girl's extraordinary breasts.

"No one ever called me 'darling' before," Sholandra murmured, watching Laura's tongue curl around one of her plump, bulbous black nipples, gasping as Laura sucked it inside her mouth.

"I want to lock you in the closet," Laura said. "So you and these scrumptious breasts will be there whenever I want them."

"Ohhhnnnn, you make them feel good!" Sholandra smiled, panting and squirming now for more.

They fucked for another hour. Laura came one more time, but Sholandra was wildly aroused and came easily, three more times. Then she decided she was being greedy, and remembered that Laura was recovering from a particularly fascinating rape.

"Two guys at once," she said, awed, looking at Laura's pussy. "I don't believe it. I just had my finger in your pussy. It doesn't seem big enough to me. Mine either."

"It didn't feel big enough, either," Laura said. "It hurt like hell."

"Does it still hurt?"

"Not after you. Darling."

"Love it when you call me that," Sholandra beamed.

Laura kissed her at the door. "Please don't be a stranger."

"You're inviting me back?"

"When can you make it back?"

"Maybe Saturday."

"Don't let that evil witch Rhonda seduce you."

"You better be good to me, I guess," Sholandra teased. "She call me every other night."

"You're kidding!"

Sholandra shook her head.

"Come over tomorrow night."

"Can't. Got a class."

"You won't sleep with her," Laura said, hopefully.

Sholandra shook her head. "I won't. Only you. Only you. Darling."