Secretly, Laura was glad to have the excuse to go, even though the thought of Randi being exuberantly fucked by some horny man all night made her stomach roil. But she herself had promised to spend Saturday night with Trina. Even though it was hard to forget the delicious Randi, Trina succeeded in making Laura do it.

For some reason, she was wildly passionate and made love to Laura more aggressively than ever before. Laura, inspired as always by Trina's incredible body, returned the favor, and by Sunday morning she was actually sore from too much fucking. Since Trina had plans with relatives and Shawna for Sunday, Laura spent the day alone in her apartment, soaking in the tub, relaxing, never getting dressed.

She was still in her bathrobe at four-thirty in the afternoon when someone rang her buzzer, downstairs at the front door. She debated whether even to answer. Anyone who was there would very likely be someone who was hoping they could fuck. Yvette. Chanitra. Karen. Sholandra.

Laura was sore, but not that sore. God, I couldn't refuse any of them, she suddenly realized. She answered the buzzer.

It was Sholandra. "You bitch, you never want to see me any more!" she shouted into the intercom.

Instead of arguing over the intercom, where even passersby could hear them, Laura buzzed her in. Sholandra was still steaming when she got off the elevator and marched to Laura's door. Laura smiled at her.

"What a wonderful surprise," she said, half-satirically.

Sholandra waited until she was inside to explode. "You cunt," she said to Laura. "You're fucking somebody else, and you never even call me any more."

Then, without warning, a big, very big transparent tear began to slid down each of her cheeks.

"Oh baby . . . baby, it's not true," Laura lied to her, embracing her, stroking her hair, growing physically excited, as always, by the feel of Sholandra's body pressing against hers.

"It is true," Sholandra wept softly. "Even Rhonda says it's true. She says you sort of gave me to her because you're busy screwing somebody else."

"You aren't going to believe anything that bitch says, are you?" Laura asked.

"She wouldn't lie to me," Sholandra sniffed. "We sleep together almost every night."

Laura let her go. She stepped back. "Then what are you doing here?" she asked, coldly.

"You bitch. I love you. I never would have gone to bed with another woman if you hadn't seduced me. It's all your fault."

Laura was finding it very hard to resist Sholandra. The haughty, spitfire recklessness had always attracted her, and the wounded vulnerability Sholandra now revealed made her even more desirable. She wore tight jeans and a loose sweatshirt, and Laura wanted her fiercely. The fact that Rhonda was screwing her regularly only added spice and heartache to her need.

"I . . . can try to make it up to you," she said, haltingly.

Sholandra tossed her hair. "You sickening little white trash oversexed cunt. Do you think I'd even let you touch me?"

"You just did."

"I did not! You forced me to. You grabbed me."

"What if I grab you again?"

"You better not try. I'll scream."

"Then I won't," Laura shrugged. "But I'd like to kiss you."

Sholandra visibly softened. Laura held out her arms. Effortlessly Sholandra moved into them, and Laura enfolded her again, putting her lips on the girl's smooth brown neck now, and sliding one hand under the bottom of the sweatshirt, up along Sholandra's smooth, warm back.

"Let's go to bed," she whispered into Sholandra's ear. "You know I'm better than Rhonda."

"You're better than anybody," Sholandra said, suddenly sobbing deeply, her head against Laura's shoulder. "I feel so rejected by you. Oh god!"

Laura felt awful. She had rejected Sholandra. Handed her off to the odious Rhonda. But now she wanted her desperately. Her pussy throbbed deep inside in a rush of lust for Sholandra's sweet young body. She knew she was also excited wildly by Sholandra's resistance, her soft vulnerability coupled with her fiery anger.

She slid her hand up Sholandra's back to the clasp of her bra. Her lips slid up to Sholandra's ear, and she blew softly, not too aggressively, but very suggestively, into it.

"How about it?" she whispered hotly. "I want you."

Sholandra twisted away, petulantly. "No. You're just trying to confuse me." She glowered at Laura. "Why do you like black chicks so much, anyway? Is she black too, your new girl? Is she hot? Does she fuck hotter than white girls do? I think you're sick, Laura. Have you ever thought about it?"

Laura had thought about it. But she wasn't about to get into that discussion. "I can't help it if you're bewitchingly lovely," she said softly, eyes pulsing.

Her pussy was so wet she was surprised the juice wasn't running down her thigh. She really wanted Sholandra badly now.

"If I'm so lovely, why do you want to get rid of me?"

Now Sholandra began to weep again. Even though she seemed to be able to turn her tears on and off as it suited her, it devastated Laura to see her cry. I've caused her this pain, Laura thought, guiltily. Oh god, I can't let her be hurt so badly. I do care about her.

"It's not true," she insisted, softly, brushing the tears off Sholandra's cheeks with her hand. "I do care for you."

"You're a bitch," Sholandra said. "I hate you."

Laura tried to kiss her, but again she wriggled away. Laura pursued her. They crossed Laura's living room, Sholandra moving backward. Laura backed her up against the sofa. She reached out and took Sholandra's arm. Her eyes fiery with hatred, Sholandra reached over with her other hand and raked Laura's forearm so sharply that blood sprang up along the scratches.

"Ouch!" Laura cried out, pulling back her arm.

"You bitch! All you want to do is fuck me! You don't care about me!"

"God damn you, you little tart!" Laura snapped. "Look what you did to me."

Sholandra smirked. "Serves you right, you fucking white trash whore lesbian dyke."

Laura was stunned. Holding her forearm, she walked slowly to the bathroom. Sholandra followed her. In the sink Laura washed off the blood. She dried her arm with a towel. Fresh blood flowed up.

She glanced up at Sholandra, who was staring wide-eyed at her. "I can't believe you did this."

"Are you afraid she's going to see your scratches?" Sholandra smirked.

"You little tart!" Laura said, grabbing her.

"You already said that," Sholandra said, twisting out of her grasp.

Laura wrapped her arm in the towel and followed Sholandra back into the living room. She caught her again by the sofa, holding both arms, staring deeply into Sholandra's eyes.

"You listen to me," she started, but Sholandra's eyes spurted with fire, and she jerked her arms free, raising her fingers up to Laura's face, talons bared.

"Touch me again and I'll scratch your eyes out, you dyke," Sholandra swore softly.

Laura was shocked by the whole situation, but deep down she realized that both of them were so sexually excited that they were about to explode.

"You will not," she said under her breath, suddenly grabbing Sholandra again and pushing her down on the sofa.

They struggled, panting and grunting. Laura's robe fell open and slid halfway down her shoulder, exposing her breasts. She managed to pull up Sholandra's sweatshirt and instead of trying to unclasp her bra, which was impossible anyway since Sholandra was lying on her back, she simply pulled the cups up, pushing them up further, exposing Sholandra's naked breasts too.

She dropped her mouth to them, sucking one bulbous, pulpy black nipple deep into her mouth, sucking it sharply.

"Ahhngg!" Sholandra moaned. "Oh!"

Laura let go of Sholandra's wrists and grabbed her small, exquisite breasts instead, squeezing them hard and assaulting Sholandra's beautiful, bulging black nipples with her mouth, sucking them both hard, digging her fingers into the firm little globes. Sholandra gasped, filled both with rage and sexual excitement.

"Let me go, you dyke!" she panted. "Don't touch me!"

"You want it," Laura panted back, sucking her breasts passionately, watching Sholandra's eyes glaze over.

"No."

Laura moved up so that he own naked breasts could press against Sholandra's. She could feel the wetness of her own saliva on Sholandra's nipples. She pushed her breasts into Sholandra's and kissed her mouth savagely at the same time. Her tongue raped Sholandra's mouth. Sholandra's tongue met hers, stabbing and stroking it.

But she wasn't giving in. Her dark eyes were still streaked with fiery anger, and she hissing into Laura's teeth. "Get off me, you fucking lesbian! All you want to do is fuck me!"

"You're right, I do want to fuck you," Laura murmured, unzipping Sholandra's tight jeans, kissing her again.

She knew she had to press the attack, before Sholandra's anger and resistance could gather strength. She dropped her mouth again to Sholandra's breasts, squeezing one hard in her hand and nearly swallowing Sholandra's large, swollen black nipple, while with her other hand she tried to pull off the girl's pants.

"Oh god . . . oh god!" Sholandra whimpered. "Let me go. I don't want you to fuck me."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't!"

But Laura had Sholandra's pants and her panties down around her knees by now, and she brought her fingers up into the girl's crotch. Sholandra's pussy was even wetter than her own. It was a soupy mess of warm juices.

"Let me go!" Sholandra said, trying to sit up, to free herself from Laura.

But Laura kissed her again, aggressively, passionately, slipping two fingers up into Sholandra's oozing cunt, rubbing her clit roughly.

"Ungghh!" Sholandra gasped excitedly, unable to stop herself "Oh shit . . . I'm going to come if you don't stop!"

She was half-swooning, trembling, moaning, her hips undulating instinctively in frantic fuck-motions. Laura took advantage of the moment to quickly pull Sholandra's pants and panties completely off her legs. Now she slid to the floor, kneeling beside the sofa, and spread the girl's delicious smooth thighs. She pressed her lips to Sholandra's exposed, inflamed, glistening pussy and mouth-fucked Sholandra in about twenty seconds into a wrenching meltdown orgasm.

"Auunnggghh! Oh! Oh god oh shit Laura . . . ooohhnngggiieeee!" she cried out, coming fiercely, and loudly at first, but then sinking into a deep swoon of ecstacy.

Laura had given Sholandra many orgasms but had never seen her come like this, the kind of climax she herself had only had rarely, after perverted torture with Karen, or an encounter with Ms. Olympia's thigh, but which Jonelle, for example, had nearly every time. Sholandra seemed to pass out briefly, swooning, her lovely, enraptured body trembling as each aftershock of her orgasm hit her. Finally, she began to surface, groggy and panting, from the hot storm of ecstacy.

She looked up at Laura, totally stunned. "You raped me," she said, hoarsely.

"I . . . guess I did," Laura confessed.

Her lips were still shiny with Sholandra's warm cunt-slime. She realized that the accusation was true. She had never really raped anyone before, except a sweet, welcome rape, just a hard fuck, really, that the recipient actually wanted. But this time she had forcibly fucked Sholandra.

"Laura . . . I never came like that in my life. Not even with you. I blanked out."

"I know."

"You're an evil bitch," Sholandra said, smiling. "I didn't want to do it with you."

"Yes you did."

Sholandra sat up. From her breasts down she was naked, but her sweatshirt and her bra were pushed up under her neck. Laura giggled.

"Want me to help you take that off?" she asked.

Sholandra's hot black eyes stared deeply into Laura's. "We can go into your bedroom now," she whispered.

Laura felt her pulse take a skip. She knew some very hot fucking was in store. This girl was a spitfire, and her feelings toward Laura were very mixed. Laura leaned forward to pull the sweatshirt up over Sholandra's head, and Sholandra caught both of Laura's naked breasts in her hands, guiding one of Laura's nipples into her mouth.

She sucked it sharply, pulling Laura down on top of her, then twisting so that Laura was underneath. She squeezed both of Laura's breasts with her fingers, sucking both of Laura's nipples so hard that Laura began to whimper uncontrollably.

"Unnhh . . . oh! Oh . . . Shola . . . oh god yes! Do it harder! Ungghh! Ouch!" she gasped as she felt Sholandra's teeth sink into her nipple.

A squirt of wild sexual excitement shot through her cunt. The sensation reminded her of the horrible things she and Karen did to one another.

"Ungghh! Oh . . . ouch!" she cried out again, as Sholandra bit her other nipple. "Oh shit!"

Suddenly Sholandra sat upright and in one motion pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Then, looking hotly at Laura, she unfastened her bra behind her back and threw it across the room. Now they were both completely naked.

"You want me to hurt you, don't you," she murmured to Laura. "You like it when I bite you."

"Oh god," Laura whimpered, shaking her head, fearing Sholandra's anger. "Please don't."

Sholandra bent over, as Laura had done to her, until their naked breasts touched, then mashed together as she brought her mouth down on Laura's, kissing Laura heatedly. At the same time she kissed her, Sholandra squeezed Laura's breasts mercilessly in both hands, pinching Laura's nipples until Laura had to break off the kiss to cry out.

"Anngghh . . . ohnngg shit owwnncchh!" she gasped, her eyes watering.

Sholandra sat up, straddling Laura, her hands still on Laura's naked breasts. "You are so beautiful, Laura," she said solemnly. "I am going to make you pay for hurting me."

"Let's just go in my bedroom and make each other happy," Laura smiled up at her. She reached up with her own hands and held Sholandra's delectable small breasts. "Let me make it up to you."

Sholandra looked down at Laura's hands covering her breasts. Then she brushed them away. She bent close to Laura's face and kissed Laura again, letting her breasts again brush Laura's. The feel of their nipples brushing was, as always, electrifying.

"I'm going to rape you too," Sholandra whispered.

She kissed her way back down Laura's neck and shoulders to her breasts and began to torment Laura's nipples again with her mouth, while sliding one hand further down to Laura's crotch. Laura moaned and twisted, on the verge of crying out again because of Sholandra's rough lips on her breasts.

"Ohhhh! Oh!" she gasped.

"God, you're so wet," Sholandra said to her. "You want to be raped."

"No," Laura whimpered softly.

"Oh yes."

"Unghh! Unghh!" Laura grunted softly as she felt two of Sholandra's fingers penetrate her pussy, and fuck it fast.

Sholandra wasn't going to be slow about it. She suddenly turned into a sexual tornado. She jammed three fingers into Laura's pussy, fucking Laura rapidly and roughly. At the same time, with her other hand she squeezed Laura's breasts fiercely and assaulted Laura's nipples savagely with her lips and teeth, biting Laura, bringing hot cries of mingled pleasure and physical distress from Laura's throat.

"Ohhngg . . . oh god! Auunngg . . . owwnchhh! Oh shit! Unghh! Oh god yes . . . oh Sholandra . . . please! Ungghh! Oh!" Laura panted, writhing, biting her lip as Sholandra now shoved four fingers up into her pussy, like a wedge.

Her hand plunged into Laura's pussy sharply, now with her thumb cradled beneath her four fingers, so that her whole hand was formed into a weapon, almost a fist, and she was almost punching Laura instead of fucking her. Laura had never felt anything like it. The sensations were both alarming and sexually exciting, wildly exciting.

She wondered if Sholandra's fist would slide entirely into her pussy, but before that could happen Sholandra's teeth on her nipples and Sholandra's plunging fingers made her come in a sharp, excruciating eruption.

"Unggh! Ohnng! Auungghiieeee!" she cried out, hoping in the back of her mind that the neighbors would not think she was being murdered. "Unggh! Oh shit! Ungghh oh yes yes! Auungghiiieee!"

She came in one excruciating, exhausting spasm after another, finally closing her thighs sharply on Sholandra's plunging hand to make her stop.

"Oh god . . . please! Enough . . . please oh please . . . Sholandra, please stop," she begged, overpowered totally by the rape.

Sholandra removed her hand from Laura's pussy and elaborately licked each finger, running her tongue sensually over it and letting Laura see her swallowing Laura's juices. "I could never love Rhonda the way I love you," she murmured, eyes veiled and throbbing in a fresh influx of hot lust.

Laura knew that raping her this way had aroused Sholandra wildly. She knew it from her own experieces with Karen, when being the rapist made her actually frantic with sexual need.

"Now do you think we could do it normally?" Laura asked, smiling.

Sholandra nodded. They rose from the sofa, and Laura took Sholandra's hand, leading her into the bedroom and shutting the door behind them. There for the next hour, as if to make up for their prior brutality toward each other, they made love with slow, patient sensuality, tender and affectionate, coaxing one after another orgasm from their willing, pliant bodies.

Only toward the end of the episode did a little aggression surface again, as Sholandra, in the throes of a wrenching climax, ripped her fingernails into Laura's shoulders, causing deep scratches in almost the same place where she had caused them before, when Trina had discovered them. And in the heat of the moment, Laura had barely noticed them, only to discover after Sholandra left that she now had scratches on both her forearm and her shoulders. And her pussy throbbed wildly from Sholandra's fist-fucking.