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.

     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.