Chapter 230
Tamara did not show up at work again for three days.
Laura stewed and fumed, knowing the girl was being
aggressively and exhaustively screwed by the linebacker.
Stewart. Is she lying there on her back thinking of me? she
wondered. She said she loved me. On the other hand, she
isn't very deep. Maybe for her: out of sight, out of mind.
She's letting Stewart plough her pretty little love chute,
and I'm the last thing on her mind.
Laura tried not to think about it. Instead, she went
over her evening with Tiffany in detail, reliving each
exquisite moment. Only now did she allow herself to feel
the shadow of guilt for having fucked Damon without
Tiffany's knowledge, an event that she feared might have bad
consequences if it were known. Tiffany was artless and
exuberant and loved to fuck, but she might be less
enthusiastic about it if she knew Laura had spent a
thrilling sexual evening with her boyfriend.
But Tiffany didn't seem suspicious. On the other hand,
Laura had a visit from Kendra when she got home that
evening, and Kendra was a volcano waiting to blow. She
knocked on Laura's door about six-thirty, just as Laura was
fixing something to eat.
As usual, Kendra looked ravishing. Her hard, glossy,
shapely body was well-displayed in a tight pale blue sheath
dress that dipped low to show off her deep cleavage. Just
passing her on the street, Laura knew, would have been
enough to set Laura's blood simmering. But she knew from
the fiery look in Kendra's eyes that they might have screwed
for the last time.
"Laura, Jane says she ran into Marshall here night
before last. That true?"
"How would I know?"
"I think you know. I think you know a lot. I think
you know you been crossing the line. You hear what I'm
saying?"
Laura wanted to calm her down, to be conciliatory.
Anything to make it better, to make Kendra less angry,
suspicious.
"Maybe you should keep your voice down. Why don't you
come in and have a drink. Tell me what's bothering you."
Kendra glowered at her. "How can you stand there and
say `what's bothering you' with a straight face? You know
what the fuck is bothering me, you little perverted dyke."
"Kendra . . . please," Laura said, looking up and down
the hallway. "Come in here. Please."
Kendra stepped inside, and Laura closed the door. Even
though Kendra was angry, apparently devoured by jealousy,
Laura wanted her. Somehow the bristling energy and hot,
nearly choleric fury of her anger made her wildly attractive
and desirable to Laura. It made Kendra's muscular body
tense and lithe and fiercely erotic, and Laura knew if they
fucked now, it would be an almost deadly conflagration.
She knew she couldn't hide her desire either, because
her eyes caressed Kendra's bare, dark brown shoulders, her
throat, the valley between her hard breasts, her shapely
arms, her gleaming black calves.
"And you can quit looking at me like that!" Kendra
spat. "I'm so sorry I ever came down here and met you in
the first place. You are a menace, Laura. You will fuck
anything in sight, won't you. Or should I say, anything
that's black. Male or female or child."
Ouch! Laura thought. She's playing pretty rough. Her
wince must have been visible because it only goaded Kendra
into more.
"Thought it was bad enough when you seduced my baby,"
she said, growling under her breath. "Now you got Marshall
in your filthy perverted clutches too."
Her eyes glowed red. Laura had never seen her so
angry. The erotic tension between them was amazing and
intense, now complicated by guilt and accusation, especially
Laura's deep and obvious guilt at having done everything
Kendra accused her of.
"I ought to slap the shit out of you, you bitch,"
Kendra sneered. "You goddamned lily white candy ass lesbian
sex fiend!"
"Go ahead," Laura said. "If it'll make you feel
better."
Kendra gritted her teeth. Even hotter fire shot
through her eyes, as if she hated to be tempted. Her hand
flew up and smashed Laura across the cheek before either one
of them quite knew what was happening.
It was a sharply stinging slap, and Laura recoiled,
tears springing to her eyes. Her face flared with hot pain.
"Owwww!" she cried out, lifting her own hand to her
cheek.
Kendra's face had not softened. Her anger was not
relieved. She shook her head.
"You cunt. You . . . baby-fucker!"
Her hand came up again toward Laura's face, almost
instinctively. Laura managed to dodge it this time, but she
did not count on Kendra's other hand, which flew into her
other cheek, smashing her so hard that she fell and stumbled
against the wall next to the door. Oh god . . . oh shit,
she thought. She really wants to hurt me.
Realizing that she had to defend herself, she lashed
out with the back of one hand and caught Kendra across the
mouth. One of her knuckles smashed into Kendra's lower lip,
cutting it against her teeth, and a streak of blood quickly
appeared, running down her lip to her chin. In disbelief,
Kendra wiped it away with her finger and looked at the
blood.
"You cunt!" she snarled. "Ain't it enough that you
tried to turn my baby into a lesbian?" She lunged at Laura,
who ducked away, retreating into the living room. "And then
you have to be fucking my man too? Ain't you got enough
nigger slave girls to lick that white twat, Laura? You have
to steal away everything else too? You decide to have a
thing about big black cocks now?"
She was slowly stalking Laura now, and Laura circled
the big white sofa in front of the window, the same one on
which she had disrobed and ravished so many lovely girls,
including Jane, which Kendra was now accusing her of. Oh
god, she's absolutely right! Laura realized. But it wasn't
personal. She wanted to tell her that.
"He helped," she croaked softly, backing away from
Kendra.
It was all she could say.
"Ain't a brother in the world who'd turn down that
pretty white pussy if you be waving it at him, Laura,"
Kendra said, with harrowing disgust.
"Kendra, please, let's just talk this over."
Laura could see the blood dripping again down Kendra's
chin onto her dress, making ugly red splotches. Kendra saw
her eyes and looked down too.
"Oh shit . . . look what you've done to my dress, you
bitch!" she snarled. "Goddamned dress cost me a hundred and
twenty bucks."
"You should take it off and soak it in cold water.
Quick. I'll help you."
Laura had approached her, trying to be conciliatory,
thinking Kendra's anger had dissipated somewhat. But she
was wrong. Her eyes fiery, Kendra grabbed Laura's arm and
twisted it behind her back, hard, encircling Laura's throat
with her other forearm at the same time.
"Ouch! Ungghhh! Oh shit . . . Kendra, you're hurting
me!" Laura cried out.
Pain shot through her arm. She was terrified. Kendra
was very strong, as Laura knew from having fucked with her,
and luxuriated in the feel of her powerful body, muscular
and hard from so much working out. This was a physically
strong woman who could hurt you badly, if she wanted to.
"You cunt!" Kendra growled into her ear. "I ought to
break it. Look how you fucked up my dress! Fuck my baby,
fuck my man, and fuck up my dress! You tramp! You fucking
white fucking whore . . . you fucking lesbo racist pervert!"
She twisted Laura's arm, half-choking her with her
other arm at the same time.
"Unngghh! Owww! Please . . . Kendra, please!" Laura
gasped, whimpering, and yet fiercely aroused sexually at the
same time. "You're really hurting me. I'm so sorry, I
didn't mean to hurt you. I didn't mean to do it! Please,
let me go!"
For a second, Kendra didn't move or respond. Laura
wondered if she too were experiencing the electric sexual
charge that was shooting through Laura's body. She couldn't
help lowering her mouth so that her lips brushed Kendra's
hard, sleek forearm, kissing Kendra's smooth black skin and
hard arm muscle tentatively.
Kendra's arm flexed, and her breath quickened. Again,
she choked Laura and twisted Laura's other arm sharply.
"Owwhnnggg!" Laura cried out. "Oh shit!"
"You have to bring everything back to that, don't you!"
Kendra spat. "It's all about fucking to you, ain't it!"
By now tears were pouring down Laura's cheeks, real
ones, not fake. "You're hurting me so bad. I can't help it
. . . ."
She turned her tear-stained face, looking over her
shoulder at Kendra. Looking into Laura's welling eyes,
Kendra suddenly released her hold on Laura's arm. With her
other hand, she spun Laura's body around and grabbed her in
a fierce embrace. Her blood-smeared mouth came down on
Laura's, and they began kissing like crazed wild animals,
more aggressively and demandingly than they had ever kissed.
"I hate you . . . you bitch!" Kendra swore, still
kissing Laura hungrily, digging her fingers sharply into
Laura's back through her loose tee shirt, again causing
Laura pain, but this time pain that further charged her
sexual excitement.
"You do not . . . you love me," Laura panted, kissing
her back with equally ravenous passion.
"Oh . . . why do you have this effect on me?" Kendra
asked, kissing, half-biting, Laura's neck, raising both
hands to Laura's breasts and squeezing them mercilessly
through the tee shirt, so hard that Laura again gasped in
pain.
"Owwnnchhh! Ow that hurts!"
"You cunt!"
"You're hurting me! Please stop hurting me."
Kendra, feverish now with clearly overpowering lust for
Laura, but still enraged, glowered at her, red-eyed. She
raised her hand and slapped Laura again, hard, across the
cheek.
"I'm gonna hurt you a lot more, you bitch!"
Laura tried to grab her, mainly to prevent being struck
again, and they wrestled, falling to the floor in front of
the big sofa. At the same time, Laura could feel her own
rage, as well as her sexual arousal, swelling inside her.
Kendra had hurt her, and she felt a sharp urge to hurt
Kendra back.
They rolled and coiled together, struggling and
twisting. Laura got hold of Kendra's red-gold hair and
pulled, and Kendra somehow got one thigh between Laura's
legs and began ramming the hard muscle up into Laura's
crotch. Even though it hurt, the feeling sent Laura nearly
over the edge into sexual mania. It reminded her-as she
knew it also reminded Kendra-of the times Kendra had fucked
her that way, the way she had first done it with Brandi
Pearson. `My thigh would be honored to go where Ms.
Olympia's thigh has gone,' Kendra had said, and Laura had
nearly perished in the throes of several crushing orgasms.
She was close to one now from the very excitement of it
all.
"I want you. God, I want you to fuck me," she panted
in a guttural, animalistic plea to Kendra. "Please!"
"Oh Laura," Kendra's eyes rolled up. "You are one evil
white bitch."
"You want to."
Kendra reached down and pulled up Laura's tee shirt,
pulling it over Laura's head as Laura raised her arms.
Laura was wearing only the shirt and shorts, no bra, and
Kendra scooped up her breasts in both hands.
"You sure have some beauties," she said, shaking her
head. "I wish I didn't want you back so much. You are such
a little shit and a slut. You trying to ruin my life,
girl."
Laura let one hand caress Kendra's thigh, the one still
wedged between her legs, the one Kendra had been grinding up
into her pussy. It was a marvelous thigh, glossy and hard
and shapely and black, coiled muscle, lithe power, tense and
alive. While Kendra lowered her mouth to Laura's breasts and
began to suck her nipples thirstily, Laura ran the zipper of
the blue sheath dress down Kendra's back. With the dress
now open, she had only a brief moment to unfasten the clasp
of Kendra's bra before the sensations Kendra's mouth aroused
in her throbbing nipples overcame her.
"Unhhhh! Oh god! Oh god yes, you can do it harder,"
she panted, looking down at Kendra, who was squeezing and
sucking her breasts more roughly by the second.
"You bitch, I'm gonna fuck you so hard . . . you
bitch," Kendra repeated over and over.
"If you keep saying that . . . I'm going to think you
mean it," Laura gasped. "Unhhh! Oh . . . oh!"
Kendra pulled back momentarily. She merely glowered at
Laura with her now-familiar mixture of urgent lust and
barely controlled fury. She and Laura quickly removed the
rest of their clothes hurriedly, then grabbed each other
like two wrestlers, groping, squeezing, embracing, lying
down again on the floor. It was as if they didn't trust
themselves to speak but had to fuck quickly and heatedly,
just to clear the air.
Laura was on her back, with the more aggressive Kendra
on top of her, now sucking and pinching Laura's wet, erect
nipples so hard that Laura could barely keep from crying
out. She ran her hands all over Kendra's firm, sleek body,
arching her back, dying to feel the hard thigh between her
legs again, exulting in the feeling of having funneled
Kendra's shocking anger into this feverish, hungry lust.
"Fuck me with it . . . fuck me with it . . . unnhhhh!"
she chanted to Kendra, running her fingers up and down the
hard, flexing muscle of Kendra's thigh, feeling the warm
juice flood her hungry pussy. "Fuck me . . . hurry!"
"You gonna get everything you ask for," Kendra panted,
drawing her sleek, gleaming dark leg up between Laura's pale
thighs. "Everything."
Even though Laura's pussy was already a gaping hot-pink
cauldron of burbling fuck-juice, Kendra used both thumbs to
open her cuntlips even wider, exposing the slick wet inner
flesh of Laura's vagina, all glistening and runny and
swollen. Then she brought her thigh up into it quickly,
embedding the long, sharp ridge of hard muscle along the top
right in Laura's vulnerable slit. Laura nearly fainted from
pleasure when she felt the smooth, sleek skin and hard strip
of muscle press into her open cunt.
"Anngghhh!" she groaned, eyes rolling up, back arching.
"Oh god!"
Both knew that it wouldn't be long from here to the
finish since Laura was nearly delirious with hot, urgent
passion and need. On top of that, Kendra really did mean to
fuck her savagely, and she began doing it almost
immediately. She gave Laura only a few seconds to enjoy the
intimate contact of her thigh and Laura's splayed, runny
cunt, and then she began moving her leg, ramming it up
sharply into Laura's groin.
"Ungh! Unghhh! Ohnnggg!" Laura groaned softly with
each thrust, feeling the thick, hard, corded muscle of
Kendra's thigh mash into her pussy, crushing her throbbing
clit with each fierce blow.
And in addition to thigh-raping her, Kendra took both
of Laura's breasts in her hands and began to twist and pinch
Laura's tender, damp, erect nipples viciously, watching
Laura's face and enjoying every wince, every grimace, every
cry of pain mixed with acute, nearly unbearable masochistic
pleasure. To Laura it hurt like hell, but the added
stimulation nearly drove her over the edge.
She began churning her hips, pushing her aching pussy
up into each crunching thrust of Kendra's hard thigh,
grunting and moaning and twisting wildly under the fierce,
punishing strokes, closer and closer to a killing climax.
And Laura's wild fuck-mania seemed to arouse Kendra's lust
and fury even more. She started whooping insanely, her face
crazed with anger and torn with sexual need too, and she
flung herself down onto Laura. With both hands she scooped
up one of Laura's breasts and fed Laura's nipple into her
mouth, digging her teeth into it so that Laura yelped
hysterically.
"Annghiiee! Owwnncchhh oh shit!" Laura gasped.
A hot jolt of piercing sexual pleasure shot through
her, reminiscent of the times Karen had bitten her nipples
while fucking her senseless, times when she had erupted in
excruciating orgasms that seemed to rip her poor,
palpitating body into shreds of pulsing, throbbing flesh.
She had done this too with Brandi, though Brandi would never
have bitten her, but the grinding and pumping of Kendra's
hard, muscular thigh into the wet trench of her flaming
pussy reminded her body of the same kind of brutal fucking
she had so gratefully received from Brandi on several
occasions.
Only five seconds of this had her screaming and coming
in shattering, wrenching convulsions, her body jackknifing
under Kendra's powerful sexual assault.
"Unngghmmnnggiieeee!" Laura screamed, coming in hot,
clenching spasms, hammering her elbows into the carpet,
writhing and groaning and coming again.
"Auungghhnnmmggiieeee! Oh god! Ungghh! Unghhh!"
Kendra was still powerfully fucking her as if she had
not even been coming, ramming her thigh up into Laura's
aching, spasming pussy, bunching up Laura's breasts in both
hands and mauling Laura's throbbing nipples with her mouth
and teeth. A third, horribly deep and scalding, orgasm
engulfed Laura, brought on by this continuing brutal attack,
and she now nearly passed out in the grip of it, gasping and
squeaking and gagging for breath as her body shuddered in
excruciating rapture.
Finally, Kendra slowed and stopped, releasing Laura's
aching flesh, though Laura could still feel the imprint of
her savage fingers where they had clutched her. She had not
been raped like this in a while, and she sighed in disbelief
as her senses began to return to normal, and she realized
what had happened. She looked at Kendra, who was now
sitting between Laura's slack, splayed legs, looking down at
the shiny wet spot on her gleaming black thigh where Laura's
copious cunt juices were smeared over her skin.
"You got one wet pussy, girl," she said, in mock awe,
to Laura, suddenly free of the spite and fury and fierce
lust she had just expended on Laura's poor body.
"There's towels in the bedroom," Laura said wearily,
touching her nipples with one fingertip to see how sore they
really were.
"`There's towels in the bedroom,'" Kendra mimicked her,
making a face. "`All us lesbian sex maniac child molesters
keep towels in the bedroom to mop up after wet pussies. And
big black spurting dicks.'"
Laura winced. Clearly the anger wasn't gone. It had
only been briefly in abeyance. Laura didn't know exactly
why she herself could still feel this way, especially after
three crushing orgasms-probably the usual hunger for
Kendra's fantastic naked body-but she flung herself forward
before she really knew what she was doing, almost tackling
Kendra, though from a sitting position, bringing her down
onto her back, with Laura on top this time.
"You bitch, you raped me hard, you didn't have to rape
me so hard," she panted, kissing Kendra everywhere and
squeezing her amazing hard breasts roughly.
Kendra frowned and struggled. "Let go, you let go of
me, Laura, don't touch me! You ain't touching me . . . now
let go, you pervert!"
She writhed and wriggled, but Laura knew how strong
Kendra was and knew that she could put up more resistance if
she really had wanted to escape. She also knew that she
herself would be wetter than the ocean after fucking someone
as torridly as Kendra had just fucked her, and she slid her
hand quickly down to Kendra's crotch, finding a wet, gooey
mat of hair and warm, oozing cuntlips, slippery and gaping.
You want it, darling, and are you ever going to get it, she
thought .
"Oh! Unhhh! What are you doing!" Kendra cried out, as
if she didn't know exactly what Laura was doing. "Leave my
pussy alone! Nobody who let Marshall fuck her is gon' touch
my pussy!"
For some reason, this response turned Laura into a
blazing whirlwind of fiery passion and revenge. She flung
herself forward onto Kendra's body, grabbing one hard round
breast and digging her fingers into the spongy ball, sucking
Kendra's black nipple deep into her mouth, then pinching it
hard with her fingers as she sank her teeth into Kendra's
wide areola. At almost the same instant, she formed her
small hand into a fist and pushed it up into the warm,
greasy channel of Kendra's swollen, puckered pussy, twisting
it and driving it in deep.
Kendra's body stiffened. A sharp, strangled little
cawing sound got caught deep in her throat. She wanted to
scream or cry out, but the shock of Laura's passion-assault
half-paralyzed her. Laura was all over her in a fuck-
frenzy, squeezing and sucking and biting her gorgeous
breasts, ramming her hand up into Kendra's pussy, heatedly
assaulting her in a way Kendra had never experienced from
her before, fucking her just as hard and aggressively as she
could.
"Awwonngg! Unggh! Auunghh!" Kendra groaned, her
sleek, muscular body writhing and arching in spite of her
anger at Laura. "Let me . . . awwoonnggg! Let me go!
Unghh! Oh . . . Laura, unghhh! Oh god, that hurt! Unghh!
Awwonnnggg!"
Laura usually felt a remarkable and paradoxical
intimacy when she fist-fucked one of her lovers, or had it
done to her, but this time it was a rapist mania that
gripped her. Just as Kendra had raped her, she now raped
Kendra back, plunging her fist deep into Kendra's tight
pussy, and biting her nipples so hard that Kendra began to
beat her own fists against Laura's head, finally screaming
and twisting to get away.
She writhed and squirmed, but Laura held on, knowing
that Kendra was already so aroused that she couldn't stop
herself from coming very soon.
"Ohhngggg . . . oh god shit . . . you're gonna make me
come!" Kendra wailed, beating Laura's head with her fists,
but also pumping her plundered pussy up into the strokes of
Laura's fist, groaning when it sank deep into her tight
slit. "Ungghh! Owwnnhhh! Oh god! You bitch! You . . .
fucking dyke! Unghhh!"
"You're going to come!" Laura panted, fucking her
harder, sucking one of her stiff, wet black nipples again,
tearing it at passionately with her mouth.
"God . . . yes!" Kendra gave in. "God, yes . . . I
am! Oh Laura . . . oh oh!"
"Now?"
"Oh god, yes! Do it hard! Hard! Ungghhh!"
During the next few seconds their striving, flexing,
glistening, sweating bodies almost became one body in the
surging, clawing, pumping violence of a sexual union they
had certainly never shared until now. Laura bunched up one
of Kendra's marvelous breasts in her hand, squeezing it so
sharply that Kendra's nipple swelled up like an overripe,
shiny black plum. Then Laura nearly swallowed it, ramming
her hand deep into Kendra's pussy at the same, rubbing the
edge of her wrist against Kendra's erect clit, feeling the
very depths of Kendra's delicious, slippery body shudder as
Kendra began to come.
Even though for all Laura knew Jane might be home
upstairs, listening to her mother getting brutally raped and
ravished in Laura's apartment, there was no way Kendra could
hold back her screams of ecstacy, any more than Laura had
held back her own when Kendra's hard thigh had been crushing
her pussy into shocking rapture. Kendra's body buckled and
flexed and shook violently as the shockwaves struck her.
"Auungghiiimmnngghiieeee!" she screamed, undulating,
churning, groaning, coming again, hammering her elbows
against the carpet as Laura continued to fuck her hard.
Laura was not willing to settle for merely one orgasm,
and she plunged her fist deep again into Kendra's pussy,
grabbing her other bobbing, beautiful breast and nearly
swallowing that nipple too.
"Unhh! Unhhh!" she grunted softly, ramming her hand
into Kendra's body, feeling Kendra erupt again in a second
powerful climax that knocked the breath right out of her.
Kendra lay twitching and whimpering, sucking air,
trying to get her breath, her body still straining and
quivering as the aftershocks of another orgasm passed
through her beautiful, glowing flesh, her skin now
glistening with a film of sweat that the struggle had
brought on. She was very beautiful at that moment, her
muscular body a masterpiece of curves and delicious hard
flesh, her red-gold hair tangled and stuck in wet strands to
her face, which was still locked in a sexual seizure.
Finally, her whimpering subsided, and her eyelids fluttered
open.
Laura still had one hand embedded deep in Kendra's
pussy, but she had stopped moving it. They faced each other
as if in suspended animation.
"You gon' leave that hand inside my pussy forever?"
Kendra finally cracked, her voice still hoarse and
debilitated by the experience, her eyes fogged but emerging
from a sexual daze.
"Sorry," Laura smiled, a tight little apologetic smile.
The both watched intently as Laura carefully extracted
her wet hand, Kendra grimacing and whimpering softly as it
slid out of her pussy.
"Damn . . . I never had anything that big in me
before," she gasped, eyes wide, watching Laura towel off her
hand and forearm.
Laura wanted to say, `Yes, you did. You had Marshall's
thing in you, dozens of times. My arm isn't any bigger than
that.' But she thought that bringing up Marshall at this
moment would not be wise.
"Mmmm, you came like gangbusters, darling," she purred
to Kendra, stretching out next to her on the floor and
trying to kiss her, though Kendra resisted, turning her face
to the side.
"Don't you kiss me, you rapist. I still hate you. I
only came down here to tell you we're moving."
Unable to kiss her mouth, Laura kissed everything else
available: her cheek, her chin, her neck, her shoulders.
"You said that before . . . and here you still are."
"I mean it this time, though. We're moving. Saturday.
The movers, they be coming. We outta here, Miss Lesbo Baby-
Fucker and Black Dick Lover. We outta here."
Laura felt a chill, then a hard, poisonous lump in the
pit of her stomach. The thought of losing Kendra was bad
enough. The thought of losing Jane was almost too much to
bear. Even though Jane was half-crazy, unpredictable, and
dangerous, Laura couldn't stand the thought of not fucking
her again. God, I broke my own bed fucking that dear,
crazy girl, she thought. It shows you how much I want her.
"You can't be serious," she heard herself saying,
seeing the hard glint of determination in Kendra's eyes, for
once their genuine brown, not artificially enhanced by
colored contacts.
"I'm just about as serious as a mother can be," Kendra
said, with an implacable finality. "You're gonna have to
find some other woman's daughter to fuck now, Laura. And
her man, too. Maybe another deaf old lady will move in
again upstairs and you can be screwing Miss Black America
until the cows come home and her black pussy falls off. It
ain't gonna be Jane's or mine. Not any more."
Laura could feel her eyes filling with tears. Part of
her didn't want to give in to Kendra, to let Kendra see how
this was hurting her. But the other part just wanted to
wallow in it and let Kendra see the pain, feel the anguish.
Laura couldn't speak. When she tried, only soft, throttled,
choked sobs came out.
Kendra smiled at her, friendly, as in the past. "Now
take me in your bedroom, you nasty girl, and fuck me with
that thing again. One last time. You know, the thing that
goes in both holes."
"You're kidding," Laura sniffled, wiping away tears
with one hand.
Kendra shook her head. "I wouldn't kid about a thing
like that, girl. Before I met you, my life was cock, and
after you it'll be completely cock again. But some of your
girlie twisted stuff is pretty hot. My pussy is still
throbbing from that rape you gave me a few minutes ago.
Might as well let my little booty hole feel the same way. I
just hope you never did nothing like that with my baby."
"Oh, never," Laura said quickly.
Then, to stop Kendra from talking any more, and
especially from continuing to bring up Jane, Laura kissed
her passionately, and this time Kendra responded. Laura
kissed the wounded spot on Kendra's full lower lip, which
had been bleeding earlier.
"I'm sorry I made you bleed . . . and wrecked your
dress. You look smashing in it."
"About ten guys today wanted to fuck me. Or maybe
twenty, I don't know. And you the one who's getting to do
it instead. How can you be crying?"
Laura had not realized she was still crying. She
wasn't, actually, but the tears were still pouring down her
cheeks. She took a couple of deep breaths to get control.
"Come with me," she bounced to her feet, pulling Kendra
up by the hand.
They went to Laura's bedroom where for the next half
hour all the violence of their spat was dissolved in a
session of exuberant, athletic fucking. They used Laura's
quadruple dildo and shared three more orgasms, six
altogether, nearly breaking her bed again in the process
from so much thrashing and pumping. Also, neither one tried
to control her shrieks of ecstacy, Laura taking her clue
from Kendra, who surely would have kept it down if Jane were
upstairs.
This, as Kendra had pointed out, was meant to be their
twilight-of-the-gods final conflagration fuck, and they
spared no effort to let it reach the pinnacle. They stopped
only after both were too tired to go on.
"I can tell you I ain't gonna miss this fuck-till-you-
drop style, Missy," Kendra said to Laura, giving her a droll
smile, as she gathered her clothes together from around
Laura's apartment. "I told you long ago, Mr. Penis got to
take a half hour rest between his little rocket launches.
You, on the other hand, don't know when to quit."
"You won't be able to stay away from me," Laura
taunted. "You'll be back. Nobody makes you come like I
just did."
However, Laura remembered seeing Kendra being fucked by
Marshall, and she knew that she was on shaky ground. Kendra
dearly loved fucking with a man, no matter how much she had
enjoyed it with Laura.
Kendra cocked her head to one side, looking at Laura
quizzically. She spoke softly. "I've broken up a few
relationships in my time." Her eyes held Laura's. "I think
I'll manage. If I hear you touched my kid again, I'll call
the police."
Now Laura's heart sank again. Here they could have
such thrilling, exhausting sex together, and then Kendra
could quickly turn all accusatory again, just like snapping
her fingers.
"I won't," Laura said, contritely, wondering how she
could help it if she got the chance. Jane was irresistible
chocolate candy.
At the door, as Kendra was leaving, they both got a
little sad, even Kendra. She caressed Laura's cheek with
one long, tapering black finger.
"I'll tell you one thing, Laura. You sure opened up my
eyes." Then she grinned. "As well as a few other things.
I don't regret what I did with you."
"You'll be back," Laura said, trying to sound
confident. "I'll be waiting. I'll keep the four-dick
thingee waiting, just for you."
Kendra shook her head, deadly serious. "Don't."
Laura sucked it up and gnawed her lower lip. "I'll
miss you."
"You be careful whose man you fucking, girl. Some of
them won't be as understanding as me. Especially the
sisters."
Then she left, leaving Laura standing in her doorway
watching, and not looking back.
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The Laura story chapters are now available, in both text and
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