Chapter 202

The next day was a Friday, and Randi, acting as if nothing had happened, dropped by Laura's office about 3 in the afternoon. She was bewitching as ever in her gorgeous new sexy braids, and she knew it, knew Laura well enough to gauge their effect on her.

"Plans for this weekend?" she asked, provocatively.

Actually, Laura and Deshona, after their torrid 'lunch' wherein they nearly ate one another alive in Laura's apartment, had planned to spend the weekend together, probably doing a repeat performance. This was a real dilemma for Laura. She was deeply, wretchedly in love with them both. How was she going to choose?

She knew she should spend the weekend with Deshona because their feelings for each other had grown very deep, and they were also sexually insatiable together. And if Deshona ever found out that Laura was screwing around again with Randi, it would be quickly over. Also, Randi had saddled Laura with huge feelings of rejection by falling so hard for Rob, and spending so much time in his bed.

She hated her, hated them both, and hated herself for having introduced them. How could she even want to sleep with Randi again, after this? But she did. Just seeing her made Laura's heart race. She could feel her pussy moistening when Randi smiled. I'm such a sucker for her, she thought. God, she's so beautiful!

"I... don't know," Laura mumbled, losing her nerve.

There were any number of beautiful girls and women she could get to go to bed with her on the weekend, if they could manage to get away from their husbands, boyfriends, or mothers long enough. Why did she have to want Randi over all of them? Randi's dark brown eyes flashed sex at Laura. You want to, they said. You know you want to.

"I'm house sitting for this gazillionaire down in Los Altos. Want to visit?"

"Is he another one of your boyfriends?" Laura asked, cuttingly.

"It's actually an old maid. My mother knows her. I have to keep her dog company." She smiled invitingly at Laura. "There's a tennis court. And a pool. You could stay over night."

"What happened to Rob?"

"He... has plans." Randi looked down. She clearly didn't want to say any more about it.

"I guess maybe I could make it," Laura said.

"Good, I'll get you the directions."

As agreed, Laura drove down to Los Altos late Saturday morning. The worst part was having to lie to Deshona, which made her feel rotten. She claimed a sudden business trip, which Deshona would understand. But Laura cringed as she drove past Burlingame on her way to Los Altos, irrationally fearing that Deshona would be driving by and glimpse her betrayal.

Oh god, I'm so awful! Laura thought. That lovely, delicious woman loves me. If she only knew! God, I hope she never finds out. And here I make fun of Rhonda in the back of my mind for the way Stephanie treated her. I'm no better.

By the time she reached the house where Randi was staying, she was in a thoroughly bad mood, dour and filled with guilt and shame. But Randi met her at the door wearing a bikini. It was red, of course, and very stylish, wispy, almost non-existent, in fact, revealing most of her spectacular body, which Laura had craved it seemed forever.

She wasn't deep black like Charise or Cecilia but instead a rich, creamy dark brown like expensive chocolate, her skin glossy and smooth, and Laura could not take her eyes off it as Randi took her around the house. It was a large, expensively-furnished house. Laura found it hard not to look instead at Randi's near-naked body. Her legs, beautifully shaped, went on forever, the longest legs Laura had ever seen, even longer than Yvette's. Laura had seen them many times. But I was too busy fucking her to see them like this, she thought.

"How does an old lady live all alone in this big house?" she asked Randi.

"Oh, she's not so old. Late fifties, maybe. Not helpless. And she has servants."

"Where are they?"

Randi turned her head and looked Laura straight in the eye, smirking salaciously. "They're away for the weekend. There's nobody here but us."

And the dog. Laura got to meet the dog, a disgusting yip-yip Pomeranian named Billie. Randi didn't like it either, and they soon exiled Billie to a part of the house where she wouldn't bother them. Laura's eyes lingered on Randi's body, on the round outer circles of her breasts, which were only partially covered by the bikini top.

"You like my bikini," Randi said, not a question.

"You look pretty good in it."

Randi propped both forearms on Laura's shoulders, bringing her face very close to Laura's, her eyes questioning. "I'm glad you like it. We haven't seen each other much lately."

Abruptly, Laura pulled back, letting Randi's arms drop. This made her wonderful breasts jiggle under the bikini top, and Laura nearly came unglued, watching them. Randi's nipples had visibly stiffened, and the hard bumps showed under the thin cloth. She looked shocked.

"Where's Rob this weekend?" Laura asked spitefully, unable to control her jealousy.

Randi looked troubled, frowning. She turned away from Laura, whose eyes immediately fell to Randi's splendid ass, only partially concealed by the triangular bikini bottom.

"He's still... fucking his ex-wife," she said, reluctantly, almost inaudibly.

"Camille!" Laura pounced on this. "I don't blame him. She's stunning. Have you ever seen her? She's got these hypnotic sort of Chinesey eyes, green eyes, and very large breasts. In fact, she's got a spectacular body. She and I and Rob used to have threesomes together, did I ever tell you about that? God, that woman loves to fuck."

Laura hated herself for being such a shit, but she couldn't stop. Randi turned to face her again. There were actually tears in her eyes, tears both of pain and rage. This made Laura feel sad and triumphant in the same instant.

Good, I made the bitch cry!

"Why are you so mean?" Randi gasped, beginning to feel her own anger surface. "You introduced us! You were there when we all did it together! You probably wanted to watch him fuck me, you fucking little pervert!"

Now it was Laura's turn to feel wounded. She realized that in some sick, perverted way she had wanted to watch Rob fuck Randi. She had even wanted him to fuck her in the ass, the way he had fucked Camille with Laura's assistance. This aroused a confused welter of feelings in her, both guilt, self-hatred, and erotic excitement. Looking at Randi's near-naked body while they argued didn't help anything.

"You didn't have to like it so much," she heard herself saying, pathetically. "You didn't have to... run off with him... and change your hairstyle, and everything! You're just a little tramp. To him you're just another exciting little black pussy he can cram his meat into."

Randi smirked. "You sound jealous. You may be a stone cold little lesbian pervert, but the sight of that big twitching cock really gets you going, don't it, Miz Laura?"

"You cunt," Laura said with disgust.

"You love my cunt," Randi said, sarcastically. "That's why you're here. What happened to that snooty Neegro in the suit you were fawning over the other day in your office? You been smelling her nasty little black snatch, haven't you, you fucking white nigger-loving lesbian whore!"

Laura struck her before she even knew her hand was rising. She slapped Randi hard across the cheek, a sharp, stinging slap. It made a loud noise.

Randi fell back a step, shocked by the pain and surprise. Tears sprang to her eyes again, and her beautiful face was contorted in disbelief. She lunged forward at Laura without a word and slapped Laura back viciously across the side of Laura's jaw with enough force to snap Laura's head back. Fury rose up in Laura, a horrible feeling of insult, betrayal, rejection, guilt, and throttled desire, and she hurled herself on Randi, scarcely realizing what she was doing until they both tumbled to the floor, on the expensive carpet.

They wrestled clumsily, swearing and gasping. Instinctively, they went for each other's hair, clawing and ripping fistfuls of it. Laura, though enraged, was shrewd enough to grab the tops of Randi's braids, knowing that the extensions at the bottoms might unravel and come loose. She pulled the braids hard, yanking them, crying out as Randi yanked fistfuls of her, Laura's, hair.

"Owwncchh! Shit... you bitch! Oouch! God damn you fucking little black slut!"

"Ungghh! Oh god! Aiieeee! Let go... you cunt you piece of shit let me go!"

Though they were trying seriously to hurt one another-and succeeding-both realized that there was an element of sex in this too. They had fought before, though not so violently as this time, and they had ended up fucking in a heated frenzy. Randi was half-naked, more than half-naked, and Laura couldn't help becoming aroused as she grasped her body, and felt her skin sliding under her hands.

With a quick move, she ripped Randi's bikini bra away completely. But Randi too had got a hand on the collar of Laura's shirt. She tore it violently away from Laura's body. The sharp, tearing sound made them both look down. Laura's shirt was shredded.

Now Randi began tearing aggressively at Laura's bra too, but it was harder to get off. She pulled it, and her fingernails scratched Laura's shoulders. Laura raised her hand and smacked it hard into the side of Randi's face again. The palm of her hand glanced off Randi's nose, and blood began to trickle down her upper lip.

Randi froze. She raised a hand to her lip, looking at the blood. "Oh god! You horrible fucking dyke bitch!"

She was lying twisted, half on her back, with Laura kneeling and leaning over her, but without warning she made a fist and slugged Laura in the mouth hard. The blow was so forceful that she hurt her hand in the process, but her fist cracked into Laura's face, and Laura recoiled in pain and shock.

"Ohhhh!"

Her mouth was on fire. She thought her teeth must be broken. And she tasted blood. Her lip had been crushed against her teeth and began to bleed. She realized in desperation that this was no mere sex fight. She was so stunned that she could not prevent Randi from now ripping off her bra with both hands.

Randi grabbed Laura's naked breasts roughly in both hands and dragged Laura down to the floor with her. Laura landed on her back with a loud bump. Randi still held her breasts, squeezing them fiercely, pinching and twisting Laura's nipples until she cried out.

"Owwww! Oh god please! Ouch... you're hurting me, you cunt, you fucking little cunt! Stop it!"

"I'm gon' do more than hurt you, dyke!" Randi snarled.

Randi was straddling her waist, her face grimacing in wild anger, her hands torturing Laura's naked breasts. But the fight had not gone out of Laura either. She was able to get her hands on Randi's breasts too, and she dug her fingers into them, and pinched Randi's nipples so hard that Randi shrieked and released Laura's breasts, grabbing for Laura's hands.

This gave Laura the leverage to push up and roll the girl off her body. Quickly, she was on top of Randi now, tearing at her bikini bottom and slapping her face with her other hand, while Randi moaned in pain and struggled to get away. Laura tore the flimsy bikini bottom off Randi, but Randi grabbed one of her breasts and lunged upward with her head, feeding Laura's breast into her mouth and biting Laura's nipple savagely.

"Aiiieeeeee!" Laura screamed, grabbing Randi's head and slamming it down to the floor.

Briefly stunned, Randi released Laura's breast from her mouth, her eyes foggy as she tried to absorb the blow. Laura, realizing now that however angry they were at each other, sex had come back into the picture, rammed her thigh into Randi's naked crotch, assaulting Randi's breasts again with her mouth and fingers. She could feel the warm wetness of Randi's pussy on the skin of her thigh and knew that the girl was just as fiercely aroused as she was herself.

"You cunt! Unghh! You cunt!" she grunted, ramming Randi's pussy with her thigh, biting Randi's delicious, swollen black nipples, caressing more than squeezing Randi's delectable breasts with her hands.

"Ungghh!" Randi grunted. "Unhh... unhhh!"

She realized, and Laura suddenly did too, that Laura was fucking her instead of beating her up. The only choice she had was to surrender her body or try to turn things around by another upward lunge at Laura. Something inside drove her to the latter, and with a heroic effort, she flung herself up into Laura, knocking her backward.

"You little shit, you gon' get it now!" she swore, diving on Laura's prone body, her hands ripping at Laura's shorts, which were harder to get off since they had a zipper and buttons.

But Laura, even though she was still fighting back, had now realized that they were ultimately going to fuck, and what she wanted more than anything at this instant was to fuck with Randi in a wild, shrieking, orgiastic fury. And so she quit squirming long enough for Randi to get her short loose, then even helped the girl tear them off her, wondering if Randi, in her hot rage, even noticed.

Now they were both naked. Oh shit, Laura thought, I've never been so sexually excited as this, have I? They rolled around together, clawing one another, pulling one another's hair again, jamming their thighs into each other's crotch, groaning and quivering. Laura realized that Randi was as aroused as she was because neither one had the strength to attack any more. Each girl was trembling from an excess of wild sexual desire, and their grunts and gasps were turning into hot panting and moaning.

Without really premeditating it, Laura slid down Randi's body and pushed three fingers up into Randi's buttery warm pussy, suddenly realizing she could rape the girl easily, fist her, fuck her hard. She quickly formed all her fingers into a wedge and shoved her hand up into Randi without hesitation.

"Ummgghppff!" Randi grunted in surprise, tears starting to her eyes again as she realized what had happened.