Laura had not seen Sholandra since the evening when they had both been double-fucked by Eric and Danny. Sholandra had taken to both guys, and, according to Rhonda, was seeing them both, though no longer at the same time, it seemed. Laura didn’t wonder. One could only take so much of that. Both her asshole and her pussy seemed to wince just at the memory of having those cannons jammed into them.

Rhonda had given up on her, being a purist and a romantic, and unwilling to share Sholandra with two randy young studs who plundered her sweet black pussy, and probably her yummy little bottom, at every opportunity. Rhonda had also become involved with Stevie Archer, the model and former Playmate, and could not be bothered with an unpredictable spitfire like Sholandra, who in any case was letting men fuck her and risking disease every time.

But who should ring Laura’s doorbell only five minutes after Jane had gone upstairs in order to make sure she was there when her mother arrived? Sholandra.

"Are you going to let me in or what?" she said impatiently through the speaker. "You ain’t sucking some black ho’s pussy, are you?"

"You haven’t changed much, have you," Laura said, sarcastically, as she let Sholandra into her apartment.

"What do you mean by that? I know what you do when I’m not around." She grinned. "Same thing you do when I am around. You’re a black pussy addict, Laura."

Laura blushed.

"Don’t go blushing. You know I’m right. You and Rhonda are two of a kind. Two white lesbians with jungle fever."

"How is Rhonda?" Laura asked, cattily.

"She got herself all tangled up with some skinny model and gave me the boot, the cunt. She don’t like me dating Eric and Danny."

"Dating? You mean letting them fuck your brains out every night?"

Sholandra smiled, pleased with herself. "It ain’t half bad. You ought to try it."

"I did, remember? It took me a week to recover."

"Oh, I don’t let them do me at the same time any more. Except once, that is. It just about killed me. They’re kind of wild. We had a little party a few days after that time here, when you introduced us. Those two guys just about put me in the hospital, girl. I thought my ass was ripped open. After that, one at a time. That’s the rule. One at a time."

"I’m glad you finally found what was missing in life," Laura said.

But Sholandra took her seriously. She sidled up to Laura. She was dressed very alluringly in a tight white sweater that showed off her small, jutting breasts and her dark brown skin. Her short skirt revealed her short but very shapely legs.

Laura had wanted her the first time she laid eyes on her. Why wouldn’t I want her now? she thought. On top of that, fucking with Jane had heated her up so much that the one orgasm she had had, though a killer, was far from satiating her. She and Sholandra had nearly gone up in flames several times in the past. It was hard to forget that. She knew Sholandra hadn’t forgotten it.

"You know, except for Rhonda that one last time before she got infatuated with that bimbo, I haven’t been to bed with a woman since you. I kind of miss it."

She looked at Laura with limpid, throbbing eyes, her mouth sensual and inviting. Laura looked at her lips, and into her eyes. It would be all night with Sholandra. But nothing could make Laura refuse.

"You want a glass of wine?" she asked.

"I want a glass of you."

Laura smiled. "You always come right to the point."

They kissed, using a lot of tongue, a scorching kiss. Both were panting when their mouths finally came apart.

"No matter who you fuck, she ain’t as hot as I am, girl," Sholandra whispered.

Already Laura was pulling Sholandra’s sweater up, over her bra, over her head. Sholandra shook her hair, which was less stiff than that of a lot of black girls, patting it back into shape. Her white bra against her dark smooth skin was, as usual for Laura, wildly arousing.

"You know, you’re right," she whispered back. "Nobody."

"I know I’m right," Sholandra said, sliding one hand up inside Laura’s sweatshirt.

Laura, after the torrid fucking with Jane, had not put her bra back on. Her breasts were loose and naked, and Sholandra ran her hand over them, squeezing them, tweaking Laura’s nipples with her fingers. She pulled the sweatshirt up with her other hand, exposing Laura’s breasts, cradling one in her palm and lowering her mouth to it.

"Ahhh!" Laura gasped, biting her lower lip as Sholandra sucked one of her aching nipples into her mouth.

Now Sholandra kissed her neck, her mouth again. "Girl, take me down to your bedroom before we fuck right here on the floor," she breathed hotly.

"Yes."

They almost raced each other to the bedroom. As she was unfastening Sholandra’s bra clasp, she thought of Jane, who was back upstairs now, who would hear her and Sholandra fucking, if she didn’t watch out. She kissed Sholandra’s naked back, sliding the thin bra straps off her gleaming shoulders.

"I forgot how delicious your body is," she murmured, filling her hands with Sholandra’s small, beautiful, naked breasts, kissing her smooth neck.

Sholandra pulled off Laura’s sweatshirt. They fell on the bed and began to claw at the remainder of each other’s clothes, consumed by an urgent heat, a familiar urgency that Laura remembered from the old days.

"God, I want you to fuck me, it’s been too long," Sholandra panted into her ear. "Nobody’s as good as you are. Not even those huge dicks."

"Want to do sixty-nine?"

"Later. I’m just about ready to come. If you just lick my pussy, I’ll come."

"Really? Are you that hot?"

"Yes," Sholandra nodded. "Please."

"I love licking your pretty black pussy," Laura murmured. "And I love licking these big, swelling nipples, and sucking them . . . like this . . . hard like this. And like this."

"Unhh! Unhhhh!" Sholandra gasped, frantically aroused by Laura sucking her breasts.

She had a very infectious way of moaning that Laura had not heard for a long time now, and it brought back memories of the combustible sex they had always shared.

"Do you remember when we raped each other?" Laura asked.

"God, yes," Sholandra panted. "I fainted when I came."

Laura, still holding Sholandra’s breasts and squeezing them, slid up and kissed her mouth sensually. "I can fist fuck you and make you faint again."

"Oh shit . . . yes."

From this point it was all over so quickly that afterward they could hardly remember it. Laura formed her small hand into a wedge and worked it into Sholandra’s pussy with little difficulty, then fucked her hard, fisting her beautiful pussy furiously, until Sholandra exploded in an hysterical fit of coming, which took only a few seconds. Her ecstatic cries were so loud and long that Laura was sure they were heard by Jane, and Kendra too, if she were home by now.

"Auuoowwnngggg! Ungghiieeee!" she cried out, her lovely young body straining, churning as Laura buried her hand up to the wrist in Sholandra’s tight pussy again and again.

After the second orgasm, the tension went out of Sholandra’s body, and she collapsed, whimpering softly in the aftermath. She had not passed out but had come twice in fierce, wrenching explosions. Laura’s hand was still embedded in her throbbing cunt. Both of them looked down at it, Sholandra still panting, gnawing her full lower lip.

"You’re worse than those guys," she said to Laura in a hoarse whisper, meaning it as a compliment. "At least their cocks go limp when they’re finished."

"I’m sorry," Laura smiled, pulling her fist gingerly out of Sholandra’s pussy.

Even so, Sholandra winced, and a sharp intake of breath whistled through her clenched teeth. "Shit . . . you never fucked me as hard as that. Not even when you raped me. You put your whole fist inside me."

Laura nodded. "Did you like it?"

"Girl, I died. You are one evil white bitch. I’ll give you forever to stop doing that to me."

"You’re a little pervert," Laura teased her. "Next you’ll be wanting me to tie you up."

"Ooohh girl, you full of kinky ideas!" Sholandra said. "How come you never pulled any of this shit on me before you pushed me off on Rhonda?"

"I didn’t," Laura blushed, feeling guilty.

"Did too." Sholandra pulled Laura down on top of her and kissed her, a scorcher. "But I forgive you after what you just did. I hope I didn’t scare your neighbors."

Laura looked briefly up at the ceiling. She knew there was no way Jane could not have heard Sholandra screaming and dying of ecstacy.

"They’ll just have to get their own," Laura said softly.

"Won’t be as good as this. Want me to do it that way to you? With my whole hand?"

As usual, the promise or threat of a little perversion made warm juice flood Laura’s tingling cunt. Oh god, I’m such a little sicko! she realized.

"Let me see your hands," she said. "Are they big? I never noticed before."

Sholandra held up her hands. "Not big. Same as yours, except for the nails."

Sholandra had long, glistening, deep red nails.

"You wouldn’t let me stick my hand in your pussy if I had nails like that," Laura said.

"I know." Sholandra pouted. "I don’t think I want to cut them off. Took me a long time to get them this perfect."

"I guess you’ll just have to lick me until I scream," Laura smiled, looking forward to it.

Sholandra grinned back. "Guess so."

There were many styles of eating pussy, but Sholandra’s was, for Laura, near the top of the list for sheer excitement. Sholandra didn’t mess around with ‘love’ or ‘tenderness’. She licked Laura’s swollen pussy wantonly, aggressively, stabbing her tongue in deep, then tickling and stroking Laura’s clit with her tongue until Laura was coming in less than twenty seconds.

It was a sweet, fierce rush of an orgasm, her second of the day following the one with Jane, and it left her giggling softly in wonder at the luck she had in life. I’ve done this a few times, but I can never get over it, she thought. Fucking with two beautiful young girls in one day, only about a half an hour apart this time, and coming each time in such a hot, happy rush. How could I be so lucky?

She and Sholandra, as Laura had predicted, wound up fucking all night, and Sholandra didn’t depart until five a.m., in time to rush home and shower and dress in fresh clothes before work.

"I’m going to have bags under my eyes because of you," she said, kissing Laura at the door as she left.

"Me too. But it was worth it."

"I know."

Sholandra smiled sweetly, which she hardly ever did. But Laura was touched to see the innocent, loving woman beneath the hard-ass, wisecracking sexual spitfire she usually showed the world.

She had come twelve times in all, one with Jane, the rest with Sholandra in an exhausting and thrilling night of fucking. Sholandra had come fifteen times, unable to prevent a few trailing explosions. And after Sholandra’s first vocal outburst, Laura had talked her into using the pillow to moan into, so that the neighbors wouldn’t report them.