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.