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     Chapter 260
     
     
     
     Laura heard something upstairs.
     
       She knew the Gibsons were gone since she had seen
them out the window as they were leaving earlier that day,
getting into an airport shuttle with several pieces of
luggage.  That could mean only one thing: Shontay.  She was
up there, probably feeding Willie.  She should've taken off
her shoes, if she didn't want me to hear her, Laura thought.
Maybe she doesn't realize how these old apartments telegraph
every little thing.
     
     Shontay still had not phoned Laura.  Let's see, it must
be almost ten days or so since she called, Laura thought,
counting back.  Very odd.  Something's going on.  They told
her about the screaming and groaning down here, I'll bet,
she thought, glumly.
     
     Laura had been in such a flutter of love and exuberant
sexual happiness following her night with Sara that almost
nothing else had got her attention for days.  On top of
that, she had engaged a real estate person-a friend of
Rhonda's-who had within days found her a delightful condo
nestled in a forested slope on the western side of the lower
Twin Peaks area.  It was heavily wooded, and could be foggy
at times, but it was fairly new, only one previous owner,
and secure and private.
     
     Laura had made clear to the agent that, as she had put
it, she `couldn't bear listening to other people's noises,
dogs, odious rock music, quarrels,' and that that was the
reason she was moving in the first place.  They performed,
with the cooperation of Laura's potential neighbors, several
experiments to detect how soundproof these condos were, and
Laura was tickled to find that someone playing the Rolling
Stones at an ear-shattering volume directly next door might
as well be on the moon.
     
     "You could commit murder in here and never be
discovered until the smells started emanating," the real
estate guy, a dour old man with a huge distended belly and
rheumy yellow eyes, said to her, winking.
     
     "No murders," Laura winked back.   Even though he was
sort of grotesque, she liked him.  In fact, she loved him
for finding this condo.  "I meditate a lot, though.  And do
my yoga."
     
     Her instant offer had been accepted, and the deal was
already in escrow.  As she looked around her hilltop
apartment, especially at the view from the windows while
sitting in the white sofa (where I've devoured so many
lovely girls, she reflected, feeling her pussy tingle
happily at the memory), she felt a little sad.  You could
see the Bay Bridge, and the fog swooping and swirling in
over San Francisco Bay.  The lights winked on everywhere,
and you could even see Berkeley across the Bay when there
was no fog.  To the left was El Cerrito, where Jane and
Kendra were now living.  To the right was Oakland, where
April lived.  Where she's probably churning and groaning on
top of that delicious Yolanda at this very moment, Laura
thought.
     
     The apartment had memories.  Most of them were almost
unbearably sweet.  She would hate to leave it, but one had
to move on.  It would be such bliss to be able to relax in
bed with Sara, say, in her new condo, and do whatever they
liked without fear of eavesdropping.  The thought of Sara
brought her full circle to her obsession of the past few
days, since she could not shake Sara out of her mind now, or
the memory of Sara's caresses from her body either, or her
funny faces, or her big soft black nipples, or her twinkling
little silvery captive bead ring.
     
     And then she heard another very faint noise from
upstairs and realized that Shontay was still there.  And
avoiding me, she thought.  Since they had become lovers,
Shontay would always ring Laura's buzzer whenever she came
by to feed Willie, if her parents were traveling.  But not
tonight.
     
     She is so jealous, Laura thought.  Even just seeing me
that time in the hall with Taneesha was enough to set her
off.  Think of what she must be feeling if her mother told
her that the slut downstairs was having loud orgies with
other women.  Other black women.  She wouldn't be able to
let on anything, and it would kill her.  She would be afraid
of what her mother would think if she knew Shontay was one
of those `other women,' and she would also be filled with
fury at Laura for violating their intimacy by daring to
sleep with others.
     
     This was a quandary Laura could appreciate.
Understanding the depth of her own jealousies very well, she
could empathize deeply with anyone who felt pangs of fierce
resentment at the thought of someone else sharing the kind
of physical intensity and rare ecstasy that Shontay and
Laura had shared.  It hurts, Laura thought.  It really
hurts.  No wonder she feels that way.
     
     Laura felt her own eyes glimmering with involuntary
tears as she stood looking out her window, which she now
knew she would be doing only a few more times.  No views
behind Twin Peaks, she thought.  Oh, maybe a few nice trees.
No city lights, though.  I've got to go up there and talk to
her.  I've got to make her see that it doesn't make me care
for her any less.  I know how hurt she is.  I know how she
loves me to make love to her.
     
     Sucking back her incipient tears, wiping the corners of
her eyes with her wrist, she went quickly, before she could
second-guess herself, snatching up her door key and sticking
it into her bra for safe-keeping.  In only a few more
seconds, she was knocking on the Gibsons' door, remembering
the last time she had done this, when Shontay had been so
cold, and Laura had nearly raped her in Mr. Gibson's easy
chair.
     
     She had to stand a long time at the door, after
knocking.  Shontay was inside, she was sure of it, but
Shontay knew, as Laura always did, that this wasn't the
knock of some stranger handing out Watch Towers, as Jane had
once suggested.  She knows it has to be me.  Either she's
just trying to see if I'll give up and go away, or she's
purposely making me squirm.
     
     Laura knocked again, louder.  Again she waited, but not
as long this time.  The door finally opened.  Shontay did
not open it only a crack, as she had done the first time.
Instead, she was bristling and hostile and opened it quite
widely.  She was drawn up to her full height, at least four
inches taller than Laura, and her mysterious pale brown
eyes, usually so mesmerizing and fascinating, glowed with
anger like fierce hot embers.
     
     "Oh . . . hi.  It's me," Laura said clumsily, suddenly
awkward and nervous.
     
     "What do you want?"
     
     "I . . ."
     
     Laura was overcome by a hot welter of contradictory
feelings.  For one thing, Shontay was like two different
people to her.  Now, for instance, she had dropped her hair,
which fell in loose clumped strands around her neck and
shoulders, immeasurably softening her usual hard, imperious
expression.  She was enchanting like this to Laura, and
physically desirable, since at work Shontay always had her
hair pulled back tightly, severely, almost militarily,
making her small, well-shaped head look even more regal on
top of her elegant swan's neck.  But she took it down when
she and Laura went to bed, and that seemed to release a
vulnerability in her that she never showed anywhere else, as
well as a deep sensuality that Laura had exploited with
careful skill.
     
     But now . . .
     
     She had her hair down, but the look in her eyes spelled
disaster, not delicious sex.  Shontay was tense with fury.
It was very hard for Laura to respond to the threat as well
as her own desire at the same time.  God, I'm always a
hopeless sucker for her when she gets this cold, aloof,
imperial manner, she realized.  It's her `Off with her
head!' manner.  I want to drag her down on the floor and do
everything to her.
     
     "I . . . just wanted to say hello," Laura gulped.
     
     Shontay glowered and started to close the door.
     
     "No . . ." Laura said quickly, pushing it back open a
little with the palm of one hand.  "Please."
     
     "Go away, Laura."
     
     Laura gave Shontay her own most melting look.  Shontay,
I adore you, I want you, I hunger for you, for your flesh,
for your wonderful long lean body, for your mouth, for your
sweet little pussy, for your touch, your kiss, your low
murmurs, your screams when you come.  I want you.  Can you
see that?  I want to make it up to you.  I'm sorry you're
hurt, but I can't help that.  Let me make it better.  At
least for a while.
     
     Laura shook her head.
     
     "Then you're going to lose your fingers," Shontay
snapped, trying to close the door again more forcefully.
     
     Again Laura had to catch it with her palm and push it
back.  Suddenly, they were in a struggle with the door,
Shontay trying to slam it shut, Laura trying to stop her.
Laura pushed it back open with such vehemence that Shontay
momentarily stumbled backward, losing her grip on the knob.
Laura in turn stumbled forward, through the door frame, one
leg into the Gibsons' apartment.
     
     "Get out of here, you bitch!" Shontay scowled, quickly
recovering her balance and grabbing Laura's elbow, trying to
force her back out into the hallway.
     
     Laura didn't budge.  In fact, she pushed forward,
grabbing the doorjamb for leverage.  "No . . . I want to
talk to you."
     
     "You ain't got a fucking thing to say to me that I want
to hear," Shontay panted, now grabbing Laura with her other
hand too, trying to force her back out.  "Get out of here!"
     
     Laura relaxed and straightened up, releasing her grip
on the door frame, trying to step back slowly, with dignity,
giving in.  It wasn't worth fighting over.  She let herself
be pushed back beyond the door, into the hall.  She could
feel the tears coming to her eyes again.  Shontay's face was
shockingly ugly with rage.
     
     "I can explain," she said softly, wondering what she
meant by that.  What could she explain that would change
Shontay's feelings?
     
     "You can't explain shit!" Shontay spat.
     
     "I . . . I really care about you," Laura said feebly.
     
     "The fuck you do," Shontay hissed.  "You care about
black cunt, that's all."
     
     Laura's eyes widened with indignation.  "How can you
say-"
     
     "Fuck off, Laura.  Go find that little teeny bopper
with the braids.  I'll be leaving soon.  I just fed Willie.
I'll be gone.  You can scream and holler all you want down
there.  Won't be anyone here to hear you."
     
     "Shon-"
     
     Laura started to raise two fingers to Shontay's face,
to caress her cheek, as she often did in moments of
tenderness.  Shontay's hand came up, and Laura was afraid
she was going to knock her own hand aside.  Instead, Shontay
slapped her hard on the cheek, a ferocious slap, so hard
that the force of it swiveled Laura's head to the side.  Her
palm against Laura's face made a loud crack.
     
     Laura was so surprised that the pain did not even
register for a few seconds.  Stunned and hurt, she suddenly
felt it flame up in her face, felt real, hot tears now
spring to her eyes as she staggered slightly back, raising
her fingers to her cheek.  Then, to Laura's own secret
horror, as if it had a life of its own her hand lashed out
and up, slapping Shontay's face equally hard, with a sharp
crack too.
     
     "Ynnnee!" Shontay yelped in shock, jumping back,
dropping the doorknob, as her own head jerked to the side.
She raised her fingertips to her cheek.  "Oh . . . you
cunt!"
     
     Now Laura was back through the open door, into the
apartment, shutting it quickly behind her as Shontay backed
away further, instinctively, as if preparing for another
blow.  But Laura, already appalled at what she had done, had
no intention of striking her again.
     
     "Listen to me . . ." she said, trying to lower her
voice, make it soothing.
     
     "Fuck you!" Shontay swore, eyes burning, body tense,
angular, and sharp, twitching with fury.
     
     "Shontay . . . listen to me," Laura said softly,
advancing.
     
     But this time Shontay did not give ground.  She shook
her head, eyes blazing red instead of pale brown now, her
mouth a slash of hatred.  Instead of falling back more, she
advanced on Laura.
     
     "Get out!"
     
     Though very tall and skinny, Shontay was physically
imposing merely because of her height, and she was, Laura
realized, very much stronger than she looked, with a wiry,
tensile force that could easily be underestimated.  Without
warning, she grabbed Laura's shoulders and slammed Laura
back into the door.
     
     The breath nearly left Laura's body.  She could feel it
being crushed out of her lungs by the impact, expelled from
her throat, leaving her completely stunned and bent half
over.
     
     "Wait a . . . wait a minute," she cawed, gagging
softly, gulping for breath.
     
     "I . . . ain't . . . waiting for . . . nothing!"
Shontay gasped as she grabbed Laura's arms, wrenching them,
grabbing at the same time for the doorknob, slamming Laura
back into the door again with a fierce frontal body block.
     
     Of course the fact that she had Laura pinned back
against the door made it hard for her to open it at the same
time.  Even though she was out of breath and struggling hard
with Shontay, Laura realized, bizarrely,  that this was
true, as well as the fact that Shontay, now fiercely
agitated, had dropped into a kind of loose and vitriolic
slang she would ordinarily avoid at all costs.
     
     At the same time, in a split second, she was very aware
of Shontay's scent, the fresh, sensual odor of her body, and
her hair, which brushed Laura's cheek as Shontay shoved her
violently around.  Just as she had responded so sharply to
Sara's fresh, unique bodily fragrance, she now found herself
mesmerized by Shontay's, a scent different from Sara's but
so familiar and erotic that she realized she was becoming
aroused even as they were fighting.
     
     Why am I smelling her delicious fragrance when she's
trying to kill me! Laura wondered, desperately, trying to
slide to the side to avoid Shontay's angular elbows and
knees.
     
     "Get the fuck out of here, you bitch!" Shontay swore,
yanking Laura forward by one wrist now so that she could get
the door open.
     
     Reaching out only to keep her balance, Laura's fingers
caught in the collar of Shontay's shirt, and as Shontay
elbowed her roughly to the side, the fabric ripped and the
buttons popped off all in one motion.  Laura was left with a
handful of cloth, still half-attached to Shontay's body,
buttons clattering as they hit the floor.
     
     Shontay's delicious, smooth, light brown skin was
visible through the jagged rips in her shirt, and the shiny
violet sateen fabric of her bra also showed.  She looked
down at her torn shirt in disbelief.
     
     "Oh god, you little shit, Laura, it's my favorite
blouse!" she screamed, lashing out with her hand again, the
back of it this time, her knuckles catching Laura along the
jaw, not a direct impact but enough to send her to her
knees.
     
     This time Laura was a little dizzy, but she somehow
felt, looking up into Shontay's blazing eyes, that Shontay
too was feeling the strange, potent mixture of anger and
sexual excitement that Laura was feeling.  And she could
also see in Shontay's eyes that she too felt it and knew
Laura recognized it, and that she was implacably determined
not to let it go any farther.
     
     Shontay stumbled and lurched toward the door again,
reaching for the knob, but Laura now, really for the first
time, grabbed her, wrapping both arms around one of
Shontay's legs to keep her from moving.  Shontay was wearing
pants, but Laura could feel the coiled strength of her leg
under the cloth, flexing and straining, as she held on,
pulling Shontay back, whimpering and trying to reason with
her at the same time.
     
     "Listen to me . . . damn you!" she hissed, barely able
to speak from shortness of breath.  "I want to . . .
apologize."
     
     "Fuck you!" Shontay swore, her lovely face grimacing in
hatred.  "Get out of here!  I'm going to call the cops!  Get
out of here . . . you don't have my permission to be here .
. . you're breaking and entering!  You despicable slut, you
whore, you fucking dyke!  I hate you!"
     
     Laura was desolated by these accusations.  Feeling
defeated and sickened, she relaxed her grip on Shontay's
leg, almost ready to give in completely and leave.  But
Shontay was still so stiff with rage that she again
stumbled, reaching for the doorknob, and, her leg still
entangled in Laura's arms, she fell to the floor beside
Laura, an awkward heap of limbs and knobby elbows and knees,
squealing a little with surprise as she fell.
     
     "Ynnneeeee!  Oh!" she yelped, twisting to free her leg
from Laura's grasp.  "Let me go, you cunt!"
     
     Laura clenched her teeth, glaring at Shontay.  "Quit
calling me those names!"
     
     "Fuck you!"
     
     Eyes blazing, Shontay again lashed out with her hand,
smacking Laura hard against the side of the head, aiming for
her cheek but missing.  Instinctively, Laura leaned forward,
extending both arms, reaching with her hands for Shontay's
long, exquisite neck.  She had never choked anyone in her
life, but something in her drove her to do it at this
instant.  She grabbed Shontay's neck with both hands,
pushing her back, lunging over her, not really wanting to
strangle or kill her but to threaten her seriously enough to
make her stop.
     
     Shontay's hands flailed at her back, pounding Laura,
pummeling her wildly.
     
     "Ungghh!  Let me go!  You . . . you fucking . . . you-"
     
     But now Laura's own retaliatory fury was in gear, and
she could feel a hot, sharp energy of defensive anger flood
her own body.  Continuing to push Shontay down, down onto
her back, her fingers closed around the girl's long,
beautiful neck.  She did not close them tightly, though.
The feel of Shontay's smooth, warm skin under her fingers
was a much too sensual drug.  She had kissed this beautiful
swan's neck so often, and whimpered into it when coming
deliriously in Shontay's arms.
     
     "Oh god . . . you are such a cunt!" Shontay panted,
struggling under Laura, rolling and pitching back and forth,
trying to throw Laura off.
     
     Her hands found their way under Laura's sweatshirt, and
she clawed Laura's back, chuffing and gasping and churning
desperately.  God, it's almost like we were fucking, Laura
realized.
     
     "Ouchhhh! Laura yelped, tightening her fingers now on
Shontay's lovely throat to make her stop.  "Don't do that.
Don't hurt me."
     
     "Fuck you!" Shontay glowered up at her.  "Didn't you
hear me?  Fuck you!  FUCK YOU!"
     
     But even though she was digging and clawing at Laura's
naked back, she was not doing it the way Randi or Sholandra
had once done.  Her fingernails were not breaking Laura's
skin.  Maybe she thinks I'm going to strangle her, Laura
thought.  Or maybe she's feeling something like I am, like
this is almost like fucking.
     
     Laura loosened her grip, melting.  I want her.  Oh god,
I never wanted her as much as this!  I wonder if she feels
that way too.  She realized that her own pussy was burbling
and flooding with juice.  The wetness in her crotch was
amazing.  I wonder if she . . .
     
     They were still tussling and struggling and panting on
the floor, and Laura purposely let Shontay roll her to the
side, off her body, so that she could maneuver one hand down
in the vicinity of her thighs.  Even though Shontay was
wearing jeans, she was evidently creaming so much that the
damp dew on the denim over her crotch was unmistakable as
Laura's fingertips grazed it.
     
     It was really all Laura needed to know.  She had found
it hard to keep her mouth off Shontay's alluring, exposed,
light caramel skin up until now, and now she gave in to the
impulse, leaning closer, mashing her lips aggressively into
Shontay's bare shoulder, just above her shoulder blade,
through a gap in her torn shirt.  Laura ran her lips
hungrily all over it, then across another torn strip of
fabric up to Shontay's long neck, kissing it too
passionately.
     
     "Ohhnnnn!" Shontay cried out in her fury.
"Ummmmggghh!"
     
     Laura could feel her body quiver, though whether it was
from sexual arousal or fresh rage she couldn't tell.  But it
didn't take long to find out.
     
     "Arrngghhhh!" Shontay grunted loudly, flinging Laura
off her body with almost supernatural strength, extending
her arms and violently pushing Laura away.  "Let go of me,
you cunt!   You dyke, you fucking perverted dyke!  Let go of
me!  God, I hate you!  I hate you!"
     
     But, knowing that Shontay was aroused too, Laura was
not about to give in now.  True, Shontay had swelled up with
a new hot bubble of fury, her pale brown eyes fiery and
flaming with ferocity, her body-wildly desirable to Laura
now that her shirt hung in tatters around her smooth,
exposed flesh, her hair mussed and askew-stiff and tense
with anger.
     
     "I want you," Laura said, very softly, her eyes
pleading.  "I'm sorry.  I want you."
     
     "I hate you!" Shontay screamed.  "I don't ever want you
to touch me again!"
     
     Laura knew that if she didn't overpower her, there was
a lot of danger waiting for her in those long, flailing arms
and legs.  With a swift, gliding move, she leaned forward
and again pushed Shontay onto her back, sliding one of her
own thighs between Shontay's, and pulling off the shredded
blouse as much as she could, pressing her lips to Shontay's
half-naked body everywhere she could.
     
     She brought her thigh up quickly and pushed it into
Shontay's crotch, writhing with her, groping, sucking her
long, exquisite neck.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Shontay whimpered, trying to free herself,
but not half as hard as she had tried earlier.
     
     Laura was wearing a sweatshirt, which was hard to tear
or rip off, but Shontay's scrabbling fingers tore at it
anyway, now pulling it up.  Her hands raced frantically over
Laura's bare skin, as if she could not make up her mind
whether to scratch or caress Laura.  Her quick, darting
fingers pulled up the cups from Laura's bra, freeing Laura's
breasts.  She grabbed and twisted Laura's nipples sharply.
     
     "Aiieeee!" Laura cried out, feeling stabbing flames
shoot through her nipples and her breasts.
     
     It was a violent attack, but it was, she knew, also
very close to what they might do together sexually.  She and
Shontay had never indulged in the semi-rough sex that Laura
had frequently experienced with some others, but what was
this moment if not a sexual collision of the most acute
kind?
     
     "Oh shit . . . that hurts!" Laura glowered at her, eyes
watering.
     
     "Get off me, you cunt!"
     
     Laura slapped her.  Up until now she had not struck
back except in self-defense, but this time her hand flew up
automatically, cracking Shontay alongside the jaw.  Shontay
was still lying half under her, and she was so stunned by
the slap that Laura tore the remnants of her blouse away
with little trouble, ripping it up, grabbing Shontay's bare
shoulders, her frenzied fingers pulling and tearing at
Shontay's bra straps at the same time.
     
     Shontay's eyes, already hot with anger, suddenly flared
with a thermonuclear fire that Laura had not seen there
before.  Reaching up with both long arms, she grabbed thick
fistfuls of Laura's hair in both hands and yanked it hard.
Laura's scalp exploded in pain, but it was a pain of a
different quality than Shontay had probably intended.  It
hurt like hell, but since her experiences with Dawn and
Deshona, it also was a sexual turn-on of colossal
dimensions, and Laura could feel her whole body suddenly run
with flame, her pussy throbbing wildly.
     
     "Annniieeeee!" she heard herself shrieking and
squealing.  "Oh god . . . you bitch . . . Shontay, you
bitch, let go!"
     
     Her eyes were blurred with pain as the two of them now
rolled and thrashed around on the floor as Laura tried to
loosen Shontay's grip on her hair, but she could now get her
hands on Shontay's beautiful violet-colored bra without
obstruction.  It was a pity to destroy underwear so
beautiful, but without remorse Laura tore it from Shontay's
body with two violent jerks.  The snaps in the back popped,
and the bra simply crumpled in her hands.
     
     "Oh shit . . ." Shontay gasped, looking down as her
small, naked, teacup-shaped breasts and glimmering dark
caramel nipples came into view, swaying and jiggling as she
struggled with Laura.
     
     Shontay was still yanking Laura's hair, but Laura was
all over Shontay's naked upper body in a flash, squeezing
her small breasts, pinching her nipples, though not as
sharply as Shontay had pinched hers, then sucking them
voraciously, hungrily, yelping at first as Shontay took a
few more hard pulls of her hair, then groaning softly and
sucking hard.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Shontay gulped, quickly overcome by Laura's
fierce passion, her fingers relaxing, releasing the clumps
of Laura's hair she had been pulling.  "Ohhhnnnnn . . . oh
god!"
     
     This brief second of relaxation on Shontay's part gave
Laura the chance to unfasten the zipper of the girl's jeans,
while she was still hungrily sucking and mouth-mauling
Shontay's nipples, and in the midst of doing it she realized
that Shontay was really not resisting any longer.  She even
lifted her butt a little as Laura pulled the jeans over her
hips and down her legs, now slipping lower, kissing her
heaving stomach, running her lips all over the smooth,
quivering muscles and lovely warm light brown skin.
     
     Shontay's hands were plucking spastically at the
shoulders of Laura's sweatshirt, pulling it up, as if she
were trying to get it off too, and Laura quickly obliged her
by hurriedly lifting it over her head and throwing it across
the small entryway.  As she hurriedly unfastened her
scrunched-up bra, which Shontay had roughly pulled up to
expose her breasts, she heard the door key she had hidden
there clatter against the hardwood floor as it fell.
Quickly Shontay's own fingers ran feverishly over Laura's
skin too, digging into Laura's flesh.
     
     Laura slid up again, sucking her neck, kissing her ear,
her cheek, her jaw, gently pinching Shontay's saliva-wet
nipples.
     
     "I want you," she breathed.
     
     "Fuck you," Shontay glowered at her, turning her head.
"Don't you touch me."
     
     "What if I do?"
     
     "I'll kill you."  Shontay slid the fingers of both
hands into Laura's hair again as a threat.
     
     "I'll fuck you."
     
     "I'll kill you.  You cunt."
     
     She bucked her body, trying to throw Laura off, pulling
Laura's hair again too, but not as roughly as before.  Laura
was very preoccupied in struggling out of her own jeans, and
her panties, but she cried out as the fiery pain in her
scalp flared yet again.
     
     "Ohhnnnggaaiiieeee!  Oh shit!  Don't you ever stop?
Owwwwwcchhh!  That hurts!"
     
     "Get off me . . . you cunt."
     
     By now they were both completely naked, except for
Shontay's panties, pale violet beauties that matched the bra
Laura had destroyed.  Laura slid her hands down the girl's
long, smooth body to them, but immediately Shontay tightened
her grip on Laura's hair, actually yanking Laura's head up
so that Laura was face to face with her.
     
     "Don't you touch me," she warned.
     
     Looking directly into her eyes, Laura slid her fingers
under the elastic band, down to one of Shontay's gorgeous
tight little hard round buns.  She cradled it in her palm,
squeezing it gently.  She could even feel a little warm cunt
juice from Shontay's inflamed quim dripping down onto this
delightful ripe globe of flesh, which moistened her fingers.
Oh god, she wants it as much as I do! Laura realized.
     
     She leaned forward again, mashing the entire length of
her naked body into Shontay's, noticing that she had left a
little mark on Shontay's long, spectacular neck earlier,
sucking it again in the same spot, sucking harder this time,
so that Shontay began to squirm again under her, and again
relaxed her fingers in Laura's hair.
     
     "Unhhh!  Don't do that!  Unhhh!  Laura . . . stop . .
."
     
     "You . . . want it," Laura panted.  "Just like . . .
me."
     
     "No," Shontay gasped, now panting too, still struggling
under Laura, but writhing excitedly more than trying to
escape.  "No . . . don't touch me . . . ohhhhhh!"
     
     Laura breathed a hot stream of air into her ear.  At
the same time, she pulled Shontay's panties down, down, down
her thighs, down to her knees, which required her
momentarily to slide further down the girl's long body.
Shontay's long, scissoring legs were like the blades of some
deadly piece of machinery, kicking and jerking at intervals
up into the air.
     
     Laura slid down, pinning the girl's thrashing legs
under her, and forcibly tore Shontay's panties down and off
her feet.  Oh god, I want to eat her pussy, she realized,
suddenly inhaling the hot, pungent odors of Shontay's
aroused slit, but she knew it was too risky, since Shontay
was still seething with anger.  Instead, Laura slid back up,
embracing her, pinning her to the floor, but dropping one
hand again to Shontay's thighs, dipping it between them.
     
     "Laura, don't you touch me!" Shontay whimpered,
suddenly letting her torso fall back to the floor, her
fingers now running in a frenzy over Laura's bare shoulders,
then digging into Laura's back.  "Don't you touch me!  No!"
     
     Laura slid two fingers up into the soupy crease of
Shontay's sweet, small pussy almost before Shontay knew what
was happening.
     
     "Ahhnngggg!" Shontay gagged softly, arching her back
slightly so that her small, lovely breasts bobbed in
circles.
     
     Even though they had shared some hot sex, Laura knew
Shontay had never been this wet before.  Not with me, at
least.  God, she's flooding, Laura thought.  Her fingers
were slathered with warm slippery fluids as she twisted them
inside the tight, warm, very wet channel.  Gee, I could fist
fuck her, Laura thought, but knew she had better not.  It
was bad enough that they had struggled so hard to get to
this point without adding a fresh perversity to shock and
repel Shontay further.
     
     But she didn't mind taunting her a little.
     
     "You want me to fuck you," she chanted softly,
beginning to move her hand, to rub one knuckle up against
Shontay's clit, to apply clever pressure that would increase
Shontay's need.
     
     "No," Shontay gasped, shaking her head vigorously,
frowning.
     
     "You want to fuck me too," Laura chanted, feeling a
very strong fluttering and hot pulsing in her own cunt,
wanting desperately for Shontay to touch it too, so they
could both dissolve into a molten frenzy of fucking she knew
they each needed terribly.
     
     She felt Shontay's fingernails against the bare flesh
of her thigh and for a second wondered if Shontay were going
to scratch her.  But then she opened her thighs a little,
rolling sideways partially off Shontay's body, so that
Shontay could get her hand into the right position.  And
then . . .
     
     She felt one of Shontay's long, thin fingers slip
between her pussy lips, then slide up inside.
     
     "Oh god . . . yes!  Unhhhhh!  Oh yes, honey . . . fuck
me too, yes!"
     
     But Shontay, even though she now had her finger in
Laura's pussy too, refused to acknowledge in her facial
expression that anything had changed.  Her pale, mysterious
brown eyes throbbed, though, seeming to reflect a deeper
sexual trance, but she continued to shake her head slowly
from side to side.  Laura believed it was now okay to kiss
her, and she did so without any warning, not wanting to give
Shontay a chance to turn her head away or otherwise repulse
her.
     
     She leaned forward quickly and caught Shontay's mouth
with her own, kissing her savagely, forcing her tongue
between Shontay's sensual lips and now sliding her fingers
up to the girl's clit, rubbing it in tight, rapid swirls in
exactly the way she had seen Shontay do herself when
masturbating.  It was a scorching, direct assault.  With her
free hand, Laura reached down again and cupped one of
Shontay's small, firm buns, digging her fingertips into the
warm, smooth, spongy flesh.
     
     "Oh!" Shontay whimpered.  "Oh . . . Laura!" she
murmured against Laura's devouring mouth.
     
     Laura did not let her speak.  Again, she forced her
tongue deep into Shontay's mouth, now gyrating her own hips
so that Shontay's hand had to move in her own crotch,
whether Shontay wanted to move it or not.  Now, Laura
exulted, they were fucking.  You couldn't call it anything
else, and she could feel Shontay's body beginning to
undulate and squirm in spite of herself.
     
     Laura rolled on top of her again and began to screw her
in earnest now, dropping her mouth to Shontay's dark caramel
nipples, her lips tearing at them, her hand plunging,
swirling, rubbing, as she heard Shontay's whimpers growing
more desperate and felt her body straining and churning.
This moment of snuffling and soft groaning and squirming,
rubbing their naked bodies together, seemed to be suspended
in time for Laura, who wanted it never to end and allowed
herself to experience each infinitesimal twinge and pulse of
her own body and Shontay's, luxuriating in the feel of
Shontay's silky wet pussy flesh against her probing fingers,
loving the soft chewy sensation of Shontay's stiffening
nipples against her tongue.
     
     "Oh yes . . . honey . . . oh yes, honey," Laura purred,
panting, sucking, again running her free hand up Shontay's
body to her face, interlacing her fingers now in Shontay's
hair, even pulling it slightly, not hard, but almost a
reminder of the way she had pulled Laura's.
     
     Shontay, though her eyes were pulsing and throbbing in
the slow whirl of a gathering sexual storm, focused them on
Laura for a second and lifted her hand too, sliding her long
thin fingers again into Laura's hair.
     
     "Yes . . ." Laura murmured, wildly excited, suddenly
feeling a few preliminary twinges of her own coming orgasm
in her pussy, which Shontay was now rubbing and fucking more
deliberately.  "Yes . . . pull my hair," she glowered at
Shontay, a threat, a plea, a promise.
     
     Shontay bit her lower lip, panting, her eyelids
fluttering, her pelvis swirling and bucking under Laura's
body.  "I . . . hate you," she gulped, glaring at Laura,
then groaning softly as her eyes rolled up.  "I hate you . .
. Laura . . . unngghhh!  Oh god!"
     
     "Yes!"
     
     "Unh!  Unh!"
     
     Shontay almost lost control, but then quickly
recovered, tightening her grip on her fistfuls of Laura's
hair.  With two fingers sunk in the girl's warm, buttery
slit, her palm facing Shontay's pubic bone, Laura scissored
Shontay's clitoral hood between her forefinger and middle
finger and began to rub up and down, forcibly, passionately,
sucking her neck again, and softly whinnying as her own
climax began to overwhelm her.
     
     "Oh Shontay!"
     
     "Ungghh!  I . . . hate you!  Ungghhh!"
     
     Laura began to come and yanked Shontay's hair in her
hand, sharply, for the first time.  She knew Shontay would
come any second too, and this would probably tip her over
the edge.  She could see the fires leap up in Shontay's
shocked eyes as the pain hit her.  Then Laura could feel
Shontay's grip tightening even further.
     
     "Auungghgghh!" Laura cried out in a wild shriek of
mingled pain and sexual exuberance as she felt Shontay pull
her hair in a violent yank.
     
     A surging, roiling orgasm wrenched her body, but
through it she could hear Shontay's ecstatic groaning and
feel her gyrating hips almost rising off the floor,
shuddering, bucking, as Shontay too erupted in a thrilling
climax right behind her.
     
     "Ohhnnmmmgggiiieee!" Shontay squealed, writhing in a
fierce seizure of ecstasy under Laura, her hands both
pulling Laura's hair still with amazing strength, sparking
to life new hot jolts of coming in Laura's throbbing pussy.
     
     Laura, on the other hand, released Shontay's hair at
this moment, letting her hand fall to the girl's lovely bare
shoulders instead, then caressing her neck, where, even in
her stunned and throbbing condition, she noticed the dark,
speckled blood blotch she had raised on the smooth, light
brown column of beautiful flesh.  Oh god, now she'll hate me
even more, she thought, hearing Shontay's labored breathing
in her ear, feeling Shontay's long, lithe body begin to
relax as the last twitches of her orgasm died away.
     
     Finally, Shontay too released Laura's hair, which now
fell in a large, shiny flag over her face as Laura slowly
drew her body up to look in Shontay's eyes.  She tossed her
head to get it out of their way, relishing the glow that was
now clearly visible in Shontay's pale, burning eyes, the
unmistakable lingering heat of a stupendous sexual
explosion.  Shontay might still hate her, but she would
remember this fuck for a long time.
     
     "Still hate me?" Laura whispered, daring her to lie.
     
     Shontay could not suppress a small, involuntary grin as
it crossed her delicious, sensual lips, which Laura felt
like assaulting again, this instant.
     
     "Yes."
     
     "Even after that?"
     
     "I didn't want it."
     
     "You loved it."
     
     The sly, helpless little grin again.  "I . . . couldn't
help it."
     
     Slowly, Laura rolled to the side, feeling she might be
too heavy since she had been lying on top of Shontay for
quite a while now.  Shontay actually grabbed her hips and
her lower back to keep her from moving.
     
     "No . . . stay there."
     
     "Really?"
     
     Shontay nodded slowly, solemnly.  "I like the way it
feels with you on top of me."
     
     "In that case, I will never move."
     
     Laura kissed her.  This time Shontay, as if she were a
different person, yielded completely to Laura's mouth, and
her tongue, raising her hands and lightly caressing Laura's
naked back through a long, expressive, emotional kiss.  When
it was over, she gazed dreamily up into Laura's eyes,
trailing one forefinger along Laura's cheek.
     
     "I guess this is the second time you raped me, right?"
     
     Laura gave her a long face.  "How could you say such a
thing.  I couldn't help myself either."  She lowered her
voice to a sexy growl.  "Because I know how hot you are.
You make my blood sizzle."
     
     "You are such a fucking liar, Laura."
     
     Laura plunged boldly forward.  "I only came up here to
ask you down to dinner."
     
     Shontay cocked one eyebrow, maliciously.  "What are you
serving, black cunt?  It's all you like to eat, isn't it?"
     
     Again Laura moved to get off Shontay's body, but
Shontay again held her hips to keep her there.  Her eyes, so
light brown and mysterious and lovely, bored up into
Laura's.
     
     "Don't move.  It still feels good."
     
     "You insulted me," Laura pouted.
     
     Shontay's eyes became suddenly dreamy again.  "You
pulled my hair.  God, I came hard.  I never knew that would
happen."
     
     Laura leaned forward and kissed the blood bruise she
had raised on Shontay's lovely neck, which Shontay, of
course, did not yet know was there.  "If you come downstairs
with me," Laura murmured, "I can guarantee one of us is
going to eat some black cunt at least."
     
     Shontay broke into a smile.  "Now you know why I tried
to keep you out.  Once I let you in, it's just rape rape
rape."
     
     Laura smiled back.  "And fuck fuck fuck.  Right?"
     
     "I never knew I was this kind of person."
     
     "And what `kind of person' would that be?"
     
     "I don't know . . . sex fiend?"
     
     "Can I take that as an answer to my invitation?"
     
     Shontay sat up and Laura obligingly rolled off her.
Laura kissed her shoulder.
     
     "Help me clean Willie's litter box, and I'll come down
there with you," Shontay whispered.  "We probably scared the
living shit out of him with all this fighting and
screaming."  She looked around them in amazement.  "On the
floor, too.  God . . ."
     
     Shontay was right.  Laura had not seen Willie the whole
time.  Apparently, he had high-tailed it for safety when
these two screeching harpies had attacked each other and
ended up on the floor fucking like two wild animals.  Enough
to scare the wits out of any calm, domestic feline.  Laura
was a little sad about it.  She liked Willie, and he had
always liked her.
     
     Laura inched closer, embracing her so that their upper
bodies, still deliciously naked, pressed together.  "Are you
sorry?"
     
     Shontay shook her head.  "I guess not.  You are a liar
and a bitch, though.  Don't think I don't see through you."
     
     "Did you know you're wildly sexy when you're angry?"
Laura said, to deflect her bitterness, which was still
apparent.
     
     "Quit trying to change the subject," Shontay said,
getting to her feet.  "And quit staring at me.  I feel like
an awkward little girl at the doctor's, or something."
     
     She helped Laura up with one hand, but Laura could not
take her eyes off Shontay's tall, thin, but still supple and
desirable naked body.  Shontay's small, swaying breasts were
enchanting, her nipples dark caramel-colored and shiny,
tongue-tempting.
     
     As she rose to her feet, Laura held onto Shontay's hand
for a moment, drawing her close.  "I love your body," she
said seriously.  "I love it.  I want it."
     
     They stood staring deeply into each other's eyes for a
few seconds, silent, holding each other's gaze.  Then
Shontay bent to retrieve her clothes, even the ripped up
blouse.
     
     "The litter's in the kitchen, under the sink," she
said.  "Bring it back to the bathroom and I'll empty the
box."
     
     In her absence, Laura searched the hardwood floor for
her door key, which she found hidden behind an umbrella
stand, then quickly slipped back into her clothes before
going to fetch the litter.
     
     In Laura's apartment, Shontay was again stiff and
withdrawn.  I can't believe she's still angry with me after
that glorious fuck upstairs, Laura thought.  But then she
relented.  She had no idea what Shontay's mother-surely it
had been her mother; not that dignified old cluck of a
father, surely he wouldn't dare bring it up-had told her.
Mrs. Gibson might have made it pretty lurid.
     
     Since Laura had ripped apart her favorite blouse, and
her bra too, Shontay had found one of her mother's
housecoats in the closet and put it on before going with
Laura down to Laura's apartment.  The housecoat-more a
kimono, really, of yellow silk with a pattern of large
flamingo-colored flowers on it-made Shontay look both a
little dowdy and wildly fetching at the same time.  How that
could be, Laura didn't know, but just watching her move
around with this thin silk thing veiling her long, angular,
bony body made Laura wet and hungry for her all over again.
The yellow of the silk was especially alluring against the
smooth dark-honey glow of Shontay's marvelous skin.
     
     "I lied," Laura said to her as she fastened the door
locks.  "I really wasn't fixing dinner.  I just wanted to
get you down here."
     
     Again the faint, sly little grin that had passed over
Shontay's lips earlier returned.  "See, I told you you were
a fucking liar," she said without, however, smiling more
broadly.
     
     Laura stepped closer, lowering her voice, and her
eyelids.  "I want to take off this kimono thing and kiss you
everywhere," she breathed.
     
     Shontay remained coy.  "I kind of liked it when you
ripped my clothes off.  It made me realize you really wanted
me."
     
     Laura ran a fingertip across the silk collar of the
kimono, then let it slip over the edge onto Shontay's skin.
Then she slipped the finger under the silk.
     
     "We shouldn't harm your mother's kimono.  She might get
suspicious."
     
     But she realized that Shontay was not looking at her
but over her shoulder.  There was an long oval hallway
mirror next to Laura's door, which she often used for a
brief check before dashing out.  Shontay was squinting into
the mirror, her face suddenly reflecting her horror as she
raised her hand to her neck, which Laura was about to kiss
again, for the umpteenth time.
     
     For a second Laura thought Shontay was going to strike
her again, with the back of her hand.  Her face, when
screwed up like this in sudden anger, was ferocious and
completely scary, as if a mad, slashing fury were about to
pour forth.
     
     " Oh god . . . you gave me a hickey!" Shontay wailed,
her voice keening upward as she touched the bruise on her
beautiful neck with two fingertips, gingerly.
     
     She almost shoved Laura out of the way in her haste to
get closer to the mirror.  She examined it with intense
interest.
     
     "I . . . didn't mean to," Laura stammered awkwardly.
     
     Now Shontay was leaning even closer to the mirror,
framing a large portion of her exquisite long neck with the
fingers of both hands, tilting her head to the side.  Laura
found her neck breathtaking anyway and had in truth given
her the hickey in a wild, irresistible paroxysm of scorching
lust.  Looking at it as Shontay exposed the beautiful
expanse of skin to the mirror so she could get a closer look
herself, Laura was almost overcome by a fresh wave of the
same lust.  Somehow the uneven, purplish blotch on Shontay's
perfect light brown skin was exquisitely erotic to her.
     
     She put a hand on Shontay's shoulder, half-afraid it
would be shrugged off violently.  But they had apparently
moved beyond the fighting stage, and Shontay was not tense
as she turned her face to Laura.  All the quick fury had
drained out of it, and she was soft and sexy, her eyes
alluring, flashing with invitations.
     
     "Nobody ever gave me a hickey before," she said in a
hushed voice.  "Not that I like it, you cunt.  How am I
going to cover this up?"
     
     "Mmmm, I could kiss it . . . maybe it'll go away,"
Laura purred, lifting one swatch of Shontay's hair and
nibbling her earlobe.
     
     Shontay giggled, finding this ticklish.  "You'll only
make it worse."
     
     Laura's lips reached her neck, but she veered away from
the hickey, still lifting Shontay's hair, kissing the back
of her neck, pulling down the kimono a little to kiss the
nape of her neck.
     
     "I could give you a matching one on the other side,"
she teased.
     
     Shontay shivered, a sharp tremor.  "God, you're getting
me all excited again."
     
     "Oh good.  Come with me."  Laura took her hand.  "Or
did you want me to fix dinner first?"
     
     Shontay smiled, for the first time a warm, girlish,
happy, sexual smile.  "No.  Later."
     
     In Laura's bed this time there was no struggle, no
anger, just slow and devastatingly thorough sensuality.
Laura was surprised by the transformation that came over
Shontay, who seemed to have received a fresh charge of nasty
lechery by the realization that Laura had, unbeknownst to
her until now, given her a hickey while fighting and fucking
with her on the floor upstairs.  She swarmed over Laura,
never giving Laura a chance to get the upper hand, which was
usual for them, since Shontay was usually the receiver more
than the giver.
     
     "Let me, you know, do you in the ass . . . like you do
me once in a while," she breathed hotly in Laura's ear.
"You always get to have all the fun.  Let me stick my finger
up your ass and make you scream."
     
     This was enough to make flames leap up inside Laura's
body.  "Are you sure you want to?"  Never in the past had
Shontay showed any desire to be `creative'.
     
     Shontay was kissing Laura's neck passionately and
replied only by nipping Laura's earlobe.  "You are such a
bitch . . . I want to make you scream," she murmured sexily.
"I want to give you a hickey too."
     
     "Oh god . . . I think you're doing it!" Laura squirmed,
feeling hot fire squirt through her pussy as Shontay sucked
her neck.  "Here . . . honey . . . unhhhhh!  Oh!  God, that
feels good!  Here, I'll get the oil for you."
     
     Shontay moderated her love attack long enough for Laura
to lean across the bed to the bedside table and open the
drawer.  She handed the small bottle of baby oil to Shontay,
and their eyes locked, throbbing, expectant.
     
     "Do you want a towel?"
     
     Shontay shook her head, her eyes not releasing Laura's.
Her stiffish, mussed hair swished around her ears and her
neck, making her wildly sexy to Laura.  I would let her do
anything to me right now, Laura thought.  She's so . . .
intense.  I think she's still really angry at me, but she is
full of fuck hunger right now.
     
     For all her usual reserve, Shontay was at the moment
apparently overcome by sheer sexual need.  Laura was right.
As she lay back, Shontay was suddenly all over her again,
kissing and stroking her body more aggressively than she had
ever done, sucking Laura's nipples hungrily for the first
time that night.  Still clutching the small plastic bottle,
which Laura could feel against her bare skin as Shontay
moved over her squirming body, kissing and stroking and
sucking it as she descended toward Laura's groin, she
finally slid down between Laura's yawning thighs.
     
     "Oh!" Laura gasped as she felt Shontay's lips against
her pussy for the first time in weeks.
     
     In keeping with her present mood, Shontay did not waste
her time on tenderness or subtlety.  Whether it was her
desire for Laura or her residual anger from the fight they
had had upstairs, she was rough and hungry, spreading
Laura's cunt lips with her thumbs and slurping Laura's hot,
achy trench passionately.  Laura, though hotly aroused, had
come quickly and explosively upstairs and was in little
danger of coming again too quickly.
     
     Instead, during the next few minutes she enjoyed and
endured a flurry of passion from Shontay that was as
startling as it was thrilling.  Shontay licked and fingered
her cunt rapidly, hungrily, sucking Laura's clit, sliding
her fingers between Laura's buns, doing everything to Laura
that she had felt Laura do to her in the past.  Laura nearly
fainted with pleasure, writhing, panting, whimpering as she
felt Shontay turn up the heat even further.
     
     "Mmmm, you like that, don't you, you nasty white girl,"
Shontay grinned up at her, twisting her fingers inside of
Laura's pussy, making Laura groan with sexual excitement.
     
     "Unngghhhh!  Oh!  Aunngghh!  Yes . . . yes, honey, do
it!  Oh Jesus, that feels good!"
     
     "You want me to fuck your little white ass, don't you,"
Shontay panted, eyes flaring.
     
     It was so bizarre, Laura realized in the back of her
mind.  Of all her lovers, Shontay was among the most
sophisticated and reserved: regal, college-educated, two
professors for parents, in upper management herself,
refined, self-controlled, well-mannered.  Yet in her lust
and anger she had degenerated into these flagrant racial
taunts and insults, which somehow pleased her.  She's
getting back at me for hurting her, Laura realized.  And
Laura was a little intimidated by it, but at the same time
loved the fierceness that Shontay was showing.  They had
never had any rough sex together until this evening, but
Laura was quickly becoming aware that it wasn't over yet.
     
     There was a brief pause in the onslaught while Shontay
fumbled with the snap-open top of the bottle.  Laura, lying
flat on her back with her thighs spread, feeling ready to be
roughly ravished by this fierce beautiful girl who had no
idea of her own stark, almost aristocratic appeal, watched
in fascination as Shontay spread baby oil all over one long,
thin finger.  In the middle of lubricating her finger,
Shontay's eyes flashed at her.
     
     "You want it?"
     
     Laura nodded.  "I want you to do everything to me."
     
     Shontay smiled ambiguously and snapped shut the bottle,
leaning across Laura to place it on the bedstand, her small,
exquisite breasts swaying delightfully.  Laura reached up to
touch them, gently scissoring Shontay's nipples in her own
fingers.
     
     "Let me suck you."
     
     "No."  Shontay shook her head, frowning.  "I've got
something I'm doing."
     
     "Do you know how beautiful you are?"
     
     Shontay grinned.  "Quit trying to change the subject."
     
     With a raised eyebrow, she slithered down between
Laura's thighs again.  Laura felt Shontay's other hand
pulling open her ass cheeks, then felt Shontay's  greasy
fingertip press against her asshole, then felt the long
digit slide up into her so deep that it felt twice as long
as she knew it was.
     
     "Unnhhh!" she gasped, water coming to her eyes.  "Oh .
. . yes!"
     
     Shontay grinned up at her, twisting her finger,
watching Laura's face.  "You like that?"
     
     "Oh yes!"
     
     "How do you like this?"
     
     She began to fuck Laura's asshole very fast with her
finger, plunging it in deep, giving Laura short rabbit jabs
with it, biting her lower lip in concentration at the same
time.  Laura was slightly afraid of the glint in Shontay's
pale brown eyes, but she was also very aroused by this
sharp, thrusting attack.  And now Shontay bent her mouth to
Laura's pussy too, tonguing and sucking the inflamed cunt
lips, taking Laura's throbbing clit into her mouth as her
long finger continued to pierce Laura's anus in quick jabs.
     
     "Oh god . . . oh god!" Laura heard herself whimpering,
twisting her body, looking down at the maniacal smile on
Shontay's face, feeling the sweet pressure of a sexual storm
begin to swell in her flesh.
     
     Oh god, I think I might come sooner than I thought! she
realized, feeling overwhelmed by Shontay's aggressive
hunger.  Shontay was fucking her furiously, but the fury and
passion seemed to grow out of a confused mixture of desire
for Laura's body and hot anger at her at the same time.
Then, completely unexpectedly, Shontay, still leaving her
finger buried in Laura's clenching ass, slid up to kiss her.
     
     Her torso and her arms were so long that she could do
this with relative ease, and as they coiled their tongues
together, panting and mewling, she kept fucking Laura's ass
slowly and relentlessly with her finger.  At the same time,
she rubbed her forearm above the wrist into the sopping-wet
crease of Laura's swollen pussy, pushing it hard into
Laura's splayed cunt, mashing it against Laura's clit, then
furiously jabbing Laura's asshole again with her long
finger.
     
     "Unhhh!  Ohnnn!  Ungghhh!" Laura grunted softly, her
eyes rolling up, nearly losing it until she felt Shontay's
mouth again on her own, tearing savagely at her lips,
Shontay's strong, probing tongue nearly sliding down her
throat.  "Oh shit!  Unh!  Yes!  Oh god . . . Shontay . . .
ungghhh!"
     
     "You are such a bitch!" Shontay hissed into Laura's
teeth, but without the slightest sign of anger on her face.
"I want you to come so hard.  So hard . . . like you make me
come.  I want you to just die when you come."
     
     "I . . . think you're going to get your wish," Laura
gasped, now undulating, pushing her ass down into the upward
thrusts of Shontay's hand, feeling her flesh pulse and throb
with the first hints of an arriving orgasm.
     
     Shontay was a whirlwind.  Laura had never seen her like
this, a hot tornado, cradling Laura's shoulders in her arms
and fucking Laura's ass furiously with her other hand,
mashing her forearm into Laura's pussy, kissing and sucking
Laura's neck, then dropping her mouth to Laura's breasts,
tearing at her nipples, before moving her head up again to
see the contortions of intense pleasure and near-desperation
on Laura's face.
     
     Laura's hands fluttered up spasmodically, trying to
clutch Shontay's body, trying to caress her and embrace her,
but she was quickly overcome by the intensity and sharp
passion of Shontay's fuck-assault.  She could feel her
fingertips brush Shontay's erect nipples, even feel the
firm, smooth flesh of her small breasts, and the ripple of
her ribcage, the wave-like up and down motion of her hard
stomach as she breathed rapidly.  But she could not get a
grip on the girl's squirming body anywhere, and soon her own
body was engulfed by spasms so acute that it became
pointless anyway.
     
     "Auungghhh!" Laura cried out, her body suddenly arching
of its own accord into the air, almost levitating off the
mattress.
     
     As Laura collapsed back to the bed, Shontay gave her a
crushing embrace, so fierce that she wondered where the
girl's strength had come from.  Shontay was now half on top
of her, still fucking her furiously, and whimpering and
gasping too with incredible sexual excitement.  Laura felt a
pulverizing bolt of hot coming rip through her, nearly
knocking her breath out.
     
     "Unngghhh!"
     
     "Oh yes . . . oh Laura yes!" Shontay gasped, as her
hand stopped thrusting and she held Laura in a death grip.
     
     "Auungghh!" Laura finally cried out again as her breath
returned.  "Mnnngghiiieeeee!  Ohnnnnggg!  Mnnngghiiieeeee!"
     
     A ferocious climax wrenched her.  She shuddered
violently, undulating in long, involuntary waves as a stream
of wracking spasms poured through her shaking body.  For a
brief few seconds she became unaware of anything else,
unaware of Shontay holding her, of Shontay's finger thrust
up her ass, of Shontay's hard, bony forearm mashed into her
throbbing cunt.  Only the white-hot wrenching spasms of her
orgasm filled her consciousness, until they began to grow
less strong, less frequent, and she drifted back to
awareness to find herself still in Shontay's death grip.
     
     After a few seconds, even though Laura was thrilled to
be held so tightly, it began to hurt.
     
     "Could you . . . let me go for a minute?" she panted,
looking up almost worshipfully into Shontay's warm, pale
brown eyes, now soft with sexual caring.  "I . . . can't
breathe."
     
     Shontay smiled and released her grip.  "Sorry.  I got
carried away.  I never  made you, or anybody, come like
that."
     
     "Not me, at least," Laura gulped, slowly rubbing her
arms where Shontay had clasped them so fiercely.
     
     Now Shontay was totally serious and concerned, her
solicitude so far removed from her earlier sexual rage and
mania that at first Laura had trouble getting used to it.
Shontay, in contrast to being stiff with anger and spite,
was soft and pliant, warm and affectionate, stroking Laura's
shoulder, cupping Laura's breast, her lips parted and
inviting.  Laura leaned up and kissed her, at the same time
looping one arm behind Shontay's neck and drawing her down
to the bed again.
     
     They kissed very sweetly for about a minute, Laura's
hand crawling up to Shontay's small, wonderful breasts and
squeezing them suggestively.
     
     "I hope you know you aren't getting away with that,"
she whispered when their lips came apart.
     
     Shontay grinned, almost bashfully.  "You mean you're
going to pay me back?"
     
     "What do you think?" Laura said, rolling her onto her
back.  "I'm going to give you a matching hickey on the other
side."
     
     Shontay suddenly winced in fear.  "Oh . . . please
don't!  One is enough.  God, I'll have to hide it with
makeup or something."
     
     Laura snuggled up to her, kissing her under the chin,
nipping her ear.  "If I don't, will you let me lick that
beautiful little pussy of yours?  I've been dying to all
night."
     
     Shontay nodded.  "I will . . . let you."
     
     Laura smiled and kissed her cheek, then her neck again,
right on the plum-colored splotch of the hickey she had
given her.  "I promise to make it up to you for this," she
whispered.
     
     Laura loved Shontay's body.  Though it was long and
thin, a little bony and angular in places, you would never
know that under her clothes Shontay had this high, round,
pert little ass, so beautifully hard and shapely, or these
exquisite small breasts.  Her skin also, this richly amber,
light molasses skin was impossibly, thrillingly smooth under
Laura's lips and her fingertips as she drifted down the
girl's incredibly long stomach and belly, pausing frequently
to kiss and nuzzle Shontay's delightfully perfect flesh.
Anybody who doesn't want to fuck this delicious girl every
day is crazy, she thought.
     
     Because they had been fighting, Laura had not yet had a
chance to kiss and stroke this marvelous flesh, and now that
Shontay had finally yielded to her, apparently having
released much of her anger and feelings of rejection for the
moment, Laura could indulge her desire to the fullest.  She
began by descending slowly, kissing the velvety skin of
Shontay's taut midriff, letting her lips skim the light,
invisible down that rose in infinitesimal soft filaments
from it, then pausing at Shontay's deep navel to toy briefly
with her in this sensitive region.
     
     But instead of continuing down, she let her lips and
hands travel up again to Shontay's lovely small breasts, now
kissing and tonguing Shontay's dark caramel nipples
tenderly, lovingly, until she heard Shontay beginning to
moan softly, and saw her twisting, biting her lip.
     
     "Ohhnnnn!  Oh . . . Laura . . . oh god it feels good!"
     
     It felt marvelous to Laura.  While she was kissing and
sucking Shontay's small, firm breasts, she slid her hands
down the girl's long naked back to her hard little buns,
cupping one in each palm and digging her fingers into the
resilient flesh, about the size of two round grapefruits.
She squeezed them and sucked harder on one of Shontay's
nipples.
     
     "Ohhhh . . . I love your body," she breathed, moving
her mouth over to the other one, sliding one long forefinger
up and down the warm, moist crack between Shontay's hard
little buns.
     
     "Oh!  Oh yes!" Shontay panted, gently but urgently
pushing down on Laura's shoulders with her hands, now
writhing more uncontrollably.  "Oh yes, Laura . . . I need
it . . . oh yes . . . I want it."
     
     Now Laura did slide down, down, further, sliding
between Shontay's thighs.  "I want to taste this pretty
pussy so much," she purred to Shontay, spreading the silky
jet-black filaments of hair away from the wet, puckered
little love chute.
     
     She had tasted it often before but rarely got enough.
Even though Shontay's lovely long naked body was a delicious
light molasses hue, her small, gaping cunt lips were black
as night, and now oily and shiny with flowing nectars, very
wet and tongue-tempting.  Between the parted inner lips was
a squinchy wet pink feast of raw flesh, and Laura
immediately slipped her tongue right into the center of it.
     
     "Anngghh!" Shontay groaned, her body stiffening almost
immediately, her long, smooth thigh muscles clenching.
     
     Again Laura got her hands on the girl's lovely curved
ass, sliding both of them under Shontay's clenching buns and
squeezing them again a she tongued and sucked Shontay's wet
black cunt lips, then again burrowed her tongue deep into
the juicy pink flesh inside them.  Shontay, even with
Laura's considerable skill and assistance, often did not
come quickly, but this time she was apparently on fire.  She
began keening and whimpering deep in her throat, then
actually thrashed around violently on her back as Laura
turned up the heat, flogging Shontay's clit with her tongue,
sucking it, and roughly squeezing Shontay's ass cheeks at
the same time.  She pushed her mouth hungrily into Shontay's
streaming cunt, mouth-raping it savagely.
     
     "Oh!  Oh!" Shontay whimpered.  "Oh god!  Laura . . .
please!  Like I did you.  Please!"
     
     Laura quickly realized that Shontay wanted the same
thing she had given Laura.  They had never really got into
some of the more devious sexual practices Laura shared with
some other girls, but early in their relationship Laura had
given Shontay a piercing, electrifying orgasm by inserting
one long forefinger up into her ass just as she was
beginning to come, and Shontay had never forgotten it.
     
     "Oh yes . . . baby . . . you can have anything you
want," she murmured to Shontay, glancing over at the
bedstand, where Shontay had deposited the small magic
bottle.
     
     It took her a little quick maneuvering, but in a few
seconds she had it open and spread a little oil on her
finger.  Then she snapped it back shut, and pushed it down
on the bed near her feet, not bothering to take the time to
lean back over Shontay's long, jerking legs to reach the
table.
     
     "Oh yes . . . hold on, honey, here it comes," she
purred, again licking the dewy black petals of Shontay's
delicious slit and slithering her tongue between them, while
at the same time parting the girl's hard little buns with
the fingers of her left hand.
     
     "Ungghhh!" Shontay groaned, her body suddenly leaping
in a violent twitch as she felt Laura's long greased
forefinger sliding up into her ass.  "Oh . . . god!"
     
     "Yes . . ." Laura purred.  "Yes . . . yes . . . go for
it, honey . . ."
     
     "Oh!  Unh!  Unh!  Oh shit!  Oh yes . . . unhhhhhh!"
     
     Now Laura, knowing Shontay was right on the edge, ready
to fall over, unleashed all of her passion.  Skewering
Shontay's ass on her twisting finger, she again assaulted
the girl's sweet, festering pussy with her mouth, sucking
Shontay's clit sharply, fucking her ass fervently, feeling
Shontay's long, stiffening body suddenly shudder in a deep
rumble of release.
     
     "Auungghhh!" Shontay roared, flexing so hard that her
long, supple body made a huge, awkward flip off the bed,
then fell back into it, writhing and squealing as shattering
spasms of coming wrenched her.  "Iiiiieeeeennnggghhh!
Ungghiiieeeee!" she yelped, again flipping, surging off the
mattress, jamming her ass down into Laura's finger, grinding
her pussy into Laura's mouth as each succeeding shockwave
struck her.
     
     Laura held on.  With her free arm looped around one of
Shontay's slender, silky thighs, she rocked up and down with
Shontay's wild gyrations until they slowly began to weaken,
and Shontay's rough, labored breathing became more audible
than her wild screams.  When her pelvic girdle finally came
to rest, Laura could still feel distant rhythmic
contractions going on deep inside Shontay's body somewhere.
Shontay's soft, sensitive mewling seemed to grow out of the
deep hum of ecstasy that still flowed through her slackening
body.
     
     "Oh god," she finally half-whimpering, looking down at
Laura, her face reflecting the stunned feeling that clearly
pervaded her flesh.  "I think that was the best ever."
     
     Laura was very careful in slowly extracting her finger,
watching intense sensations centered in her plundered rectum
replace the stunned look on Shontay's face.  "Even better
than the one upstairs?" she asked softly, smiling.
     
     Now that Laura's finger was completely out, Shontay
recovered her composure.  She sat up, smiling back
sheepishly.  "I liked them both."
     
     "Me too.  Now, how about that dinner I promised you."
     
     "Do you mind if we just . . . I don't know, snuggle a
little first?"
     
     Shontay was very soft and shy and somber, and Laura
could not in any way violate this mood.  The girl seemed
almost sad, more deeply pensive than Laura had ever seen
her.  Laura's Latin was not strong, but she had taken a
course in high school.  Post coitum omne animal triste est.
All animals are sad after fucking, she translated to
herself.
     
     In fact, she felt a little sad herself, probably
because of the fight, first, and then the sweet fucking here
in her bed, the clear and simple determination they both had
to please the other.  Why should that make me sad? she
wondered.  I guess because she is seeing it as the change
our relationship will now reflect, that this seals it.  I
sleep with others too, and she will have to bear the hurt.
     
     "I would love to snuggle," Laura whispered, stretching
out next to her.
     
     They held one another without speaking for a long time.
     
     "You smell so good," Laura finally broke the silence,
burrowing her nose in Shontay's hair.
     
     "You say that to all the girls," Shontay said, but not
in a kidding tone.
     
     Laura thought of Sara.  True, she had said it to Sara.
It was true, too.  They both smelled wonderful to her.  And
very different, for some reason.
     
     "If I keep smelling you, I'm going to want you again,"
Laura said, ignoring Shontay's comment.  "Smelling you makes
my pussy get a little buzzy feeling deep inside.  You know
that?"  She ran her fingertip over Shontay's sensual lips
before kissing them again.  "I'm sorry about your favorite
blouse.  And that beautiful bra.  I hope you'll let me
replace them."
     
     Shontay put her own fingertip on Laura's lower lip.
"I'm glad you want me, Laura.  Nobody ever wanted me the way
you do.  Nobody ever wanted me enough to rape me, and you've
already done it twice."  Her eyes were big and round and
pale brown, so unusual and hypnotic.
     
     "I can't believe that," Laura whispered, kissing the
fingertip warmly, unable to suppress the beginnings of a
blush.  "You're making me feel guilty.  Come on in and help
me cook.  We're going to wear each other out without some
sustenance."
     
     "Why don't we take a bath together instead?" Shontay
said, suddenly bright and cheerful, as if the idea had just
occurred to her.
     
     "No wonder you're so skinny," Laura teased, poking her
in her delectable ribs, wanting to kiss them all over again,
and the rest of this long, smooth, light brown body too.
"You turn down food at every opportunity."
     
     Shontay's eyes flashed.  "I thought you liked my skinny
body."
     
     Laura tilted her head.  "Compromise, okay?  We eat . .
. then we bathe . . . and . . . whatever.  You're going to
wear me out, girl.  Didn't you hear me?"
     
     "What's the matter, Laura, getting old?" Shontay said,
with an ambiguous wink.
     
     
     
     
     
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