The soreness in Laura's pussy was gone by the next morning. Even though the whipping had been brutal, it had been very short, not enough to cause lingering pain. But her nipples were sore for days, so sore at first that she could not even wear a bra, or indeed tolerate anything touching them.

She knew Kendra was dying to relive their recent excitement, and so she deliberately pulled her aside in the hallway to explain that she was having her period, which fortunately the following day came true. So by the time her period was over, and her nipples healed, she was as eager as Kendra was, and they spent a whole night together fucking exuberantly, in Laura's bed this time.

The following day she got a call from Shavon at work. "I think I found the perfect chance," Shavon whispered, clearly almost unable to control her excitement. "Saturday. Brad is leaving for New York for a few days. It's Vanessa's birthday. She's twenty. I invited her over for a birthday dinner."

And you want me to just happen by and help you get that angelic young girl into your nasty lesbian clutches, right? Laura thought with malicious wit, know how much she also wanted to do it again with the delicious Vanessa, especially after the devastating sidewalk conversation with Randi.

"What are you going to do, put Spanish Fly in her soup?" Laura teased.

"I . . . really don't know what I'm going to do."

"But you haven't changed your mind. You still want her."

"Don't you?"

"God, yes. But she must hate me."

"No. I think she hates the other girl, though. Maybe we could just get her drunk. You know, so she really didn't know what was happening until we got her undressed."

"Do you want to make love to a drunk?"

Silence. "No, of course not. What should we do?"

"We'll think of something. I don't think I should be there at the beginning, though. She might just decide to leave."

"I know. She's coming at seven. Why don't you come at eight."

"Even if she leaves, you and I can still . . . you know," Laura said suggestively.

"Stop it, girl. You're getting me all heated up right now. I can feel it down you-know-where."

"I know where. I'd like to lick it. Right now."

"What is this, phone sex?" Shavon whispered into the phone.

"Put the phone next to your pussy and I'll breathe on it," Laura whispered.

"Girl, you are a sex fiend, that's all," Shavon giggled. "Now cut it out. See you Saturday at eight."

"I can hardly wait."

"Me either."

It seemed to take forever for Saturday to get there. Laura couldn't wait. Literally. She slept with Kendra again, and then with Randi the night before. I am a glutton, she told herself. I've been screwing two of the most beautiful women in the world, and I can't wait for the chance to screw two more. What's wrong with me? I'm a sex addict. A fucking addict. A beautiful-black-girl fucking addict.

At eight o'clock on Saturday, she knocked on Shavon's door. Her butterflies were serious as she waited for the door to open. Would Vanessa reject her outright? She had been very hurt during the incident with Randi. And Randi had been purely evil and malicious.

Shavon answered the door, stunning as usual in a mint- colored silk blouse that showed off her very dark silky skin and her full, delicious breasts. It dipped low enough to reveal the tantalizing cleavage between her large breasts, and Laura wondered who she was trying to tempt the most, Laura or her own sister. Laura couldn't stop her eyes.

"Watch where your looking," Shavon smiled. "You're worse than a man."

"She's here?"

Shavon nodded. "In the living room. We're having a glass of wine."

"I thought she didn't drink," Laura said as they walked there.

"I talked her into one glass."

Vanessa turned and saw Laura as she and Shavon entered the living room. She was in her job clothes and looked stunning, long gorgeous legs, devastatingly cute face, narrow waist, fetching smile. But the smile turned ambiguously troubled when she saw Laura.

"Well, look who the cat dragged in," she said softly.

"I came to wish you a happy birthday," Laura said, walking over to her.

"Glass of wine, Laura?" Shavon asked.

"Please. White."

Shavon moved toward the kitchen, and Laura's eyes locked with Vanessa's. I'm so sorry you were hurt, she said with her eyes, wanting Vanessa to believe it. Vanessa looked away.

"Not a teenager any more, eh?" Laura joked, trying to lighten up the moment.

But it hardly could do that since both of them remembered the remark she had made about doing it on the sofa like two teenagers. Vanessa smiled and shook her head.

"Sorry . . . I stormed off that way," she said, so softly that Laura could barely hear.

"I'm the one who should be apologizing," Laura said.

She looked down nervously at her feet and realized that they were both standing directly on the spot where they had fucked on the floor gloriously. Vanessa saw Laura smiling and looked down too.

"Remember we said that no one would know but us?" Laura whispered.

Vanessa nodded.

"Vanessa, you're blushing," Laura said.

It was true. Laura stepped closer, close enough to let her lips brush Vanessa's suggestively, as she had the first time they kissed. It was a wildly risky, exciting moment. But Vanessa didn't pull back. Instead, her tongue met Laura's as before, outside both of their mouths, touching in mid-air.

"Don't do this, Shavon will see," she murmured to Laura. "She doesn't know about us."

But Laura knew Shavon had already seen. From the corner of her eye, she had seen Shavon coming from the kitchen with her glass of wine. But as soon as she had seen them touching tongues, she had quietly backed up and disappeared.

"Oh . . . sorry," Laura said, stepping back apologetically. "I couldn't help myself. You look so . . . good."

"Thank you. You look great." Vanessa laughed softly, nervously. "All that hair."

Laura remembered how wild Vanessa had been about her hair. But she had a hard time keeping her mind off how wet her pussy had suddenly become while she and Vanessa were half-kissing. Shavon, who must have been watching or listening, took this opportunity to reappear.

She handed Laura her glass of wine, going out of her way not to look at either of them. They sat down and chatted, Laura and Shavon on the sofa where Laura and Vanessa had first fucked, Vanessa across from them in an easy chair. Every now and then, Laura would let her eyes burn into Vanessa's. I made you come for the first time on this sofa. Don't you remember?

Vanessa's would burn back. How could you do that and then turn around and fuck Miss Braids! That uppity cunt you were with! I thought you loved me. Sort of.

Vanessa's gaze turned plaintive. But at least she hadn't left in a snit, as Laura had feared. They both turned their attention to Shavon, who seemed to feel excluded by their hot stares.

"I love your blouse," Laura told her. "I love the way it shows off your . . ."

"My boobs?" Shavon smiled, looking down, proud of her cleavage. "You guys are both just jealous because you'd love to have big ones like these."

"I bet Brad wants to rip it off when he sees you in it," Vanessa said.

"He's never seen it. Not yet. I just bought it this afternoon."

"You wore it in honor of my birthday," Vanessa laughed. "I'm flattered."

"I have to check the roast," Shavon said. "You better come with me, girl, if you want me to teach you how to make that gravy, like you said."

"I do, I do," Vanessa said, following her into the kitchen.

Laura took the opportunity to use the bathroom, and when she returned, peeking into the kitchen, she saw Shavon gently massaging her sister's shoulders, and the back of her neck. Fascinated, she didn't move or make a noise. She couldn't overhear what they were saying, just the low murmur of their voices.

As she watched, Shavon suddenly but slowly leaned forward and pressed her lips to the nape of Vanessa's neck. Vanessa was gripped by a sharp shiver, and she giggled softly. But she didn't try to stop Shavon.

Afraid she would be seen, Laura stepped back and to the side. Now she could only half-glimpse them. But she could see enough to see Vanessa turn around, her eyes full of questions. Shavon leaned forward and kissed her mouth slowly, tenderly.

Laura watched in fascination, feeling her pussy ooze again with juice as she watched the two sisters kissing sensually. Vanessa did not pull back. After a moment, Laura could see her tongue entering Shavon's mouth.

Then, fearing she would be discovered, Laura stepped back softly and returned to the living room. In a few minutes they rejoined her, both looking guilty and happy. Laura pretended not to notice.

"How the gravy come out?" she asked, looking aside casually.

"Great!" the both said at once, then collapsed into giggling.

Now that Laura and Shavon had both kissed Vanessa and not been rebuffed, the sexual tension in the air was very obvious. They tried to eat dinner, but none had an appetite. We would rather be fucking, Laura realized. We want her. She's enjoying us wanting her.

And it was not so easy to figure out how they would get Vanessa into bed. It was not like the situation with Vondi, or with Bernice, both of whom had been eager to sleep with Laura and Shavon, or Laura and Cecilia. It didn't look like Vanessa would resist, but how could they be sure?

In the living room after dinner, Shavon had to use the bathroom, leaving Laura and Vanessa alone together again. Vanessa came over to Laura.

"I wish we could go to your place."

Laura kissed her immediately, heatedly, letting her hands drop to Vanessa's hard little round bottom, squeezing her firm cheeks through her skirt. "So do I," she panted.

"I just want to feel your whole body against me," Vanessa confessed.

Laura frenched her delicious ear, slithering her tongue deep into it and breathing hotly. "I want to stick this tongue inside you."

Vanessa shivered the way she had in the kitchen when her sister had kissed the back of her neck. Then, before either of them knew what was happening, Shavon appeared behind Vanessa, pressing against her, kissing the nape of her neck again. Vanessa was pinned between them, and she gave a little, soft squeal of surprise, but Laura's mouth caught hers quickly in very direct, probing kiss.

She dug her fingers into Vanessa's delectable bottom, and Shavon encircled Vanessa from behind with her arms, raising her hands up and cupping Vanessa's breasts through her bra and blouse.

"What is this, my birthday present?" Vanessa asked, panting softly.

"We want to make it one you'll never forget," Shavon murmured, kissing her neck, beginning to unbutton Vanessa's blouse.

"Isn't this incest or something?" Vanessa half-smiled, turning her head now to kiss Shavon.

Shavon kissed her passionately, while Laura continued to unbutton her blouse. "I guess it is," Shavon replied. "Do you want me to stop?"

"I don't want either one of you to stop," Vanessa gasped.

Laura got her shirt open and began kissing her neck and throat, while Vanessa and Shavon continued to french kiss passionately. Vanessa's bra connected in front, between the cups, and Laura unfastened it quickly. The cups fell away, revealing the girl's delicious young breasts.

Shavon's hands came up from beneath and cupped them, squeezing the hard little balls, while Laura dropped her mouth to Vanessa's incredible purplish nipples.

"Oh!" Vanessa whimpered as Laura mouth closed over one of her thick nipples, sucking it hard.

Shavon started pulling both of them. "Come in the bedroom . . . come in the bedroom!"

"Yes," Laura said.

Vanessa's eyes were already swirling and glassy. She let them pull her down the hallway and into Shavon's bedroom.

"This is incest," she kept giggling. "I can't do it with Shavon, it's incest. I have to do it with Laura, and Shavon you can watch."

Shavon pulled her down onto the bed. Laura hurried to get out of her own clothes, while Shavon continued to undress Vanessa.

"You expect me to watch you fuck with Laura?" she murmured to Vanessa, kissing her naked breasts, sucking her nipples, kissing her mouth again ardently.

Now Vanessa began to do more than merely submit. "You're still dressed," she giggled to her sister. "You can't fuck me if you're dressed."

She reached up behind Shavon to undo Shavon's blouse. Shavon helped, and in a moment it was gone. Shavon's body looked even more stunning, now that she wore only a white bra on top.

And Laura was now naked too. She joined them, helping Vanessa remove Shavon's bra. Shavon's breasts were large and very beautiful. Vanessa and Laura each took one and sucked Shavon's nipples into their mouths.

Shavon moaned, looking at both of them hungrily sucking her breasts. "Oh!" she sighed. "Ohhhhh god! Oh yessss!"

"Sis, you have such big nipples," Vanessa panted, slurping and sucking one of them eagerly. "Brad must love sucking these huge nipples."

"Ohhhhh! He doesn't do it like either one of you do," Shavon sighed. "Suck me . . . suck me, yes!"

Vanessa and Laura glanced at one another, their mouths full of Shavon's fat, succulent nipples. This was supposed to be Vanessa's birthday surprise, but Shavon certainly seemed to be on the verge of coming almost immediately. She was so aroused by both of them sucking her nipples that she came to the edge quickly, and fell over it without warning.

"Oh Jesus . . . I'm going to come!" she panted, surprised herself. "Unggh! Unghh! Oh . . . oh . . . auungghiiiiieeeee! Aunngghhh!"

She came, rubbing her own pussy and churning her hips while Laura and Vanessa continued to suck her nipples. As she sank down from the explosion of her climax, they released her nipples from their mouths, and all three erupted into giggles.

"I'm so sorry," Shavon protested. "It took me by surprise. My boobs are so sensitive."

Vanessa leaned forward and kissed her. "We loved making you come. Didn't we, Laura."

"Yes. But this is your birthday present," Laura said as she and Shavon pulled Vanessa down on the bed between them.

Vanessa looked up at both of them, her face innocent, expectant, trusting. "Are you sure it's okay for my own sister to be doing this?" she asked, with a faint trace of satire.

"Half-sister," Shavon grinned, kissing her again while Laura isolated a lovely small breast in both hands and began to make love to Vanessa's incredible purplish swollen nipple.

Shavon wasted no time. She slid down between Vanessa's yawning thighs. Vanessa watched Laura sucking her nipple, then sighed when she felt Shavon's mouth against her pussy.

"I'm your big sister," Shavon murmured, "and I'm going to lick your sweet black pussy and make you come. Happy birthday from me."

"Ohhhh! Oh . . . yesss!" Vanessa moaned, twisting and biting her lower lip as Shavon's tongue invaded her glistening, black-edged cunt.

Laura knew what a lovely pussy it was, and she envied Shavon discovering it for the first time. All three of them were very aroused from the buildup to this moment, as Shavon's quick, unexpected orgasm had proven, and it didn't take long to bring Vanessa to the edge of her climax. Shavon sucked and tongued her sister's beautiful wet pussy feverishly, and Laura sucked both of Vanessa's nipples and squeezed her small, firm breasts passionately.

"Want you to come, baby . . . want you to come . . . come hard . . . come hard, baby," Shavon murmured.

"Oh yes . . . oh yes!" Vanessa panted, her hips churning involuntarily. "Oh yes . . . oh god yes like that! Oh god Shavon . . . I . . . oh yes ungghhh! Auungghhh! Ohnngg! Oh god yes yes auungghhh!" she cried out as she suddenly came sharply.

Her orgasm thrilled both Shavon and Laura. They had both contributed to it, and Vanessa's intense spasms of pleasure almost started sympathetic pulses in them too. Laura slid down to Vanessa's pussy while she was still coming, replacing Shavon.

"I want some of this too," she smiled, kissing Vanessa's throbbing pussy hungrily, bringing new moans and fevered whimperings from the twisting girl.

Shavon smiled and slid aside, then up to kiss Vanessa and caress her breasts while Laura tongued her pussy into another climax, which took only about a minute. This one was more violent than the first. Vanessa was overwhelmed by it, clenching and whinnying uncontrollably as the fierce shocks wrenched her lovely young body.

When she recovered her senses, she and Shavon began to fuck Laura together, and since Laura was the last in line, she came almost immediately, kissing Vanessa while Shavon ate her pussy eagerly. After this, they all eased up, as if they could relax now that the initial explosive hot fucking was out of the way. But the fact that they were all naked in bed together, and all shockingly beautiful, got in the way of slow, leisurely sex.

They wanted to fuck, and Shavon and Laura especially wanted to fuck the delicious Vanessa, which they did repeatedly, until Vanessa had come six times and was temporarily exhausted. Then they turned to fucking each other, performing a sixty-nine so hot that the bed nearly went up in flames, while Vanessa watched them. Temporarily satiated, they drank some wine and talked for about a half hour, each wearing one of Shavon's bathrobes, as if covering their spectacularly desirable bodies would keep them from more sex until they had recovered their energies.

"Gosh, this is a real orgy, isn't it?" Vanessa beamed. "I mean, I've read about it, but I never actually knew people did this."

"Did what? Screwed?" Shavon asked sarcastically.

"Shavon, how long have you wanted to do it with me?" Vanessa asked perkily, totally ignoring her sister's sarcasm.

Shavon smiled and looked down at her lap.

"You're blushing, Shavon," Laura teased.

"Ever since I saw you naked when you were about sixteen," Shavon confessed.

"Really?"

Shavon nodded. "I had to force myself not to look at you."

"Want to know something? I never saw you naked . . . until once when I saw you coming out of the shower. I guess it was about . . . oh, maybe four years ago. And I saw your boobs. I thought they were the most beautiful boobs I'd ever seen. So much more beautiful than my little thingees with their weird purple nipples. I wanted to touch them. I wanted . . . to kiss them."

Laura was becoming aroused again, just listening to her. She realized the irony here, that Vanessa thought Shavon's breasts were beautiful, and Shavon thought Vanessa's were perfect. She could see that the thought had dawned on Shavon too. Shavon squirmed in her chair.

Then, slowly, she undid the sash of her bathrobe and let it fall open. She moved her shoulders so that the rope lapels fell aside, exposing her large, beautiful, naked breasts. "You mean these?" she said softly to Vanessa.

Laura felt her pussy flood with fresh juice. She looked at Vanessa and was sure the same thing had happened to her. Shavon's gorgeous breasts jutted out from the loose fabric of her robe, much as Karen's had jutted out from her open blouse when Laura had last raped her, after tying and crushing the beautiful mounds of flesh in the fiendish vise.

She found herself wondering how Shavon's would look if trapped in the same clamp. Oh god, I'm sick! she thought. But they would be so beautiful that way!

"Yes . . . those," Vanessa whispered, rising, going over to Shavon's chair, bending down, outstretching her hands. "Can I touch them?"

Shavon's eyes were swirling with sex. "Only if you suck them . . . hard enough to make me come again," she whispered.

"Shall we go back in the bedroom?" Vanessa asked softly.

"Let's do it right here on the floor," Shavon smiled, shedding her robe and pulling Vanessa down with her on the carpet.

It was the very place where Laura and Vanessa had fucked during their first encounter. She knew she could join them, but somehow this was a very intimate moment for them both, and they kissed so searchingly and romantically as Vanessa was removing her own robe that Laura was content to watch and become voyeuristically aroused.

It was a very beautiful, slow, painstaking, intimate lovemaking for them, full of thrilling passion and violent ecstacies. Vanessa feasted on Shavon's breasts, as Laura could see she had always wished to do, sucking and kneading them, pulling and pinching the large dark nipples. But even though this brought Shavon very close to an orgasm, she wouldn't give up her chance to do the same to Vanessa's, the small, firm, beautifully-shaped breasts she had described to Laura as so much lovelier than her own.

She squeezed and sucked them until Vanessa was writhing wildly under her, panting and desperately wanting to fuck with her sister. Laura was so aroused that she rubbed her own wet pussy almost involuntarily, biting her lower lip as she watched them settle into a sixty-nine position. They were both so aroused that it didn't take more than a minute of sucking and probing for them to come, first Vanessa in a wild outburst of moaning and twisting, then Shavon, who was on top, and who came right after her sister, groaning and undulating, her beautiful face torn in a seizure of hot ecstacy.

It was a very beautiful moment for all three of them, and Laura was nearly coming herself in a sympathetic climax as she watched the two lovely girls wrenched by their intense orgasms. They knew it, and they pulled her down with them on the carpet, swarming over Laura, pinning her between them and ravishing her body aggressively. It only took thirty seconds for her to come too, a fierce, exuberant orgasm that left her gasping and giggling from the release of all the tension that had built up while she watched them fuck one another.

"God, I never saw anything so beautiful as you two making love," she confessed to them both as all three regained their breath. "It made me just about come, just watching."

Vanessa giggled. "I know. All we had to do was touch you."

"You went off like a firecracker, girl," Shavon smiled. She caught her sister's eye. "You too."

"I know," Vanessa looked down, blushing. "I guess I'm hooked. No dude ever made me come like you two guys do."

"Oh . . . you just haven't met the right one yet," Laura said.

She felt very guilty every time a beautiful young girl acted like she had turned her into a lesbian. Maybe I should introduce her to Eric, she suddenly thought. He would change her mind. On the other hand, Sholandra would kill me.

The three of them adjourned again to Shavon's bedroom and gave the bed another workout.

"I don't know when I'll be able to do this again," Shavon said. "When Brad comes home, it may be weeks or months until I'll be able to . . ."

She kissed Laura sensually, then Vanessa. They all melted together into another passionate orgy of girl-fucking that didn't stop until all three had climaxed another two times. Finally, they were exhausted and had to stop.

"I may only be twenty, but you guys have made my poor little pussy feel like I'm thirty," Vanessa smiled, looking down at her crotch.

"If you don't cover it up, I may be tempted to make it feel like forty," Laura warned.

"You really like to do me, don't you," Vanessa said, as if unable to believe it.

"We both really like to `do' you, little sister," Shavon said, kissing her, rubbing their naked breasts together very erotically. "Otherwise, we wouldn't have invited you here."

"So Laura didn't just drop by . . . sort of casually? You guys planned this?"

Both Laura and Shavon nodded.

"When can we do it again?"

Laura and Shavon smiled at one another. A convert.

"As soon as we can break Shavon away from Brad," Laura said, smokily. "But you and I don't have to wait."

This upset Shavon, and Vanessa was quick to reply.

"You're too busy banging Miss Braids, Laura," she said, spitefully.

This upset Laura. "We're all a bunch of little jealous Janes, aren't we?" she said sarcastically.

But Shavon softened, followed by the other two. They had shared such prolonged and excited sex with each other, and such deep physical pleasure, that they couldn't stay mad. "Just don't leave me out," Shavon said, half-pouting.

Laura winked. "The party's at my place. Next Friday night. Think he'll let you come? Tell him it's Tupperware or something."

Shavon beamed. "I will! I'll be there."

"And you?" Laura turned to Vanessa.

Vanessa was blushing again. "I can't wait."