Chapter 174

     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.