BEE-6675A Lawfully Wedded Nymph by Eve Ning
Chapter 11
Mona was alone in the tent. She stared at the pack standing before her
on the floor. Fifteen minutes ago, she had entered the tent with every
intention of packing and preparing for the hike back.
Now she just sat there gazing at the half-finished packing job she had
started. Despite her talks with Jason and Liz last night, Frank still
plagued her mind. She supposed it was a normal reaction to what had
happened, but it still hurt. Hurt a lot. She wished the pain would go
away, but it persisted - a hollow, aching throb.
Also, there was guilt and doubt. She knew she had given her husband all
she could, tried every thing to please him, to ignite the love she felt
within him. But it didn't help. She felt like a failure. She knew it
was wrong, but it didn't help. The ache remained.
"Damn," she muttered aloud. "Damn, damn, damn!"
Frank had caused her nothing but heartache the six months she had lived
with him. And now that he was gone, walked angrily out of her life, the
hurt continued. She knew it would eventually dull and fade. But right
now it seemed like it would never stop. Never.
"Mother," Phil's voice came from behind her. She turned her head to see
her son standing at the entrance to the tent. "Can I come in?"
"Yes," she nodded with a smile. "I was just sitting here thinking."
"About Frank?"
"Uh huh," she replied.
"I'm sorry about what happened yesterday," he said. "I'm sorry he hurt
you."
"Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault," she said. "I'm an adult, and I
made a mistake. That's all there is to it."
"Still it hurts to see you like this," he said, reaching out and taking
her hand.
"I know," she answered, squeezing his hand. "But I'll be all right. All
I need is some time. Frank is gone now; I won't allow him to ruin the
rest of my life. I promise you that."
She leaned to him and kissed his cheek. He returned the kiss, his lips
pressing against her cheek near the corner of her mouth, lingering
there for a moment.
"You are upset, aren't you?" she asked.
"More for you than myself," Phil replied. "I thought you and Frank were
happy together."
Suddenly tears welled in her eyes as the ache returned with increased
intensity. Phil moved beside her, his arms encircling her and holding
her, comforting her.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," he said, his voice full of
concern. "I just thought it might help to talk about it."
"It's okay. I guess I'm still a bit tender," she answered, wiping the
wetness from her eyes. She looked up at him and smiled. "Really, I'll
be all right. Just give me a bit of time."
Suddenly his head tilted toward hers. She knew what was coming. She had
time to move away from her son, but for some reason she didn't.
Instead, she sat there, letting his lips move to hers. She could feel
his nervousness, his awkwardness. But she could also feel the gentle
warmth of his mouth on hers. There was no insistence on his part. His
lips just lightly brushed hers, remaining there. And she offered no
resistance to her son. It was a tender kiss, one that reassured her.
But there was something more - something that at the same time
frightened and excited her.
His head eased back. Their lips parted. Her eyes rose to his, lingering
there. For moments they just sat there, neither moving, neither sure of
what was happening, or even if it would.
Then she lifted her hand and lovingly caressed the side of his young
cheek. She smiled. He reached up and took her hand, moving it to his
lips. He kissed her palm and then each of her fingers.
There was no doubt in her mind now. Phil? Her own son? Jason was one
thing, and Liz another. But Phil? She shivered at the thought of taking
him into her body, the thought of having her son as a lover. She wanted
that, there was no denying that fact. The dampness that welled suddenly
in her loins told her just how much she wanted that. But did she dare?
His eyes studied her face. He was waiting for her to make the next
move, either to reject him, or accept his unspoken suggestion. Unsure
of herself, she leaned forward, her lips once more pressing against
his. Almost of their own accord, her lips parted, giving his tongue
entrance to her mouth.
His arms tightened around her, no longer just holding her, but
embracing her. She melted against her son's body, pressing close to his
warmth. She trembled while his exploring tongue flicked over and under
her own tongue, bringing it to life, taunting it, cajoling it. She
returned his kiss, her oral digit dueling with his.
They clung to each other, as if afraid to end their kiss and end this
moment before it even began. Something she didn't want to end,
something she wanted more than she had realized at first.
To assure him, she took one of his hands and drew it to her chest,
placing it atop one of her breasts. His fingers tightened around the
bulging mound, squeezing at her through blouse and bra.
Tingling sensations of sexual heat suffused through her tit. She moaned
softly at the persistent kneading of his grasp. It felt good, but it
could be better - feeling his hands on her nakedness. And her hands on
his.
Slipping her tongue from his mouth, she eased her head back a bit. "Let
me help you."
With that, her hands went to the front of her blouse and began undoing
the buttons. Her son's hand dropped from her breast as he sat there and
watched her open her blouse and slip out of it. Next, her arms tucked
around behind her. There were three metallic snaps as she unclasped her
bra. She wiggled her shoulders a little and the white straps slid from
her shoulder and down her arms. White and jiggling her breasts came
free from the confining cups of the bra. Her son's eyes homed in on the
tempting cones and their dark sleeping nipples.
"Touch them," she whispered, urging him to feel her body, feel his
mother's body.
Both his hands rose. His fingers touched the deep brown pinnacles of
her nipples. She sucked in her breath, her chest heaving. The
excitement of having her son just feel those rubbery tips brought her
nipples to life. Beneath the circling caress of his fingertips, she
felt the fleshy buds swell, fatten. They thickened and stiffened with
shivery arousal. She moaned, sighing out the pleasure of his gentle
fondling. Her tits swirled with warmth. Her whole body seemed to focus
its attention on those titillating fingertips.
Softly, his fingers traced around the conical shapes of her breasts. He
spiraled downward, until his palms cupped the twin peaks and he
squeezed with relish. She moaned while quivery thrills lashed through
her body. She eased forward, pushing her tits into his hands, rubbing
them against his palms.
Her own hands were far from inactive. She opened his shirt and repaid
the attention he was giving her nipples and tits, then her fingers slid
downward, opening his jeans and stroking the bulging thickness she
found in his jockey shorts. In reaction to her intimate fondling, his
head abruptly ducked to her chest. His mouth captured one of the erect
tips of her breasts. His tongue whipped out and lashed at the lust-
throbbing point, while his lips sucked at her flesh.
She ached. Her breasts ached with the heightening fires of need. She
gripped the firm stalk of her son's cock with a fist and squeezed
wantonly. Up and down her fist ran, jacking at his virile pussy-
pleaser. Immediately, his mouth increased the suction of his caress.
"I think we'd better get rid of our clothes," she managed to say. "I
don't think I can wait for you any longer. I want you inside me,
moving."
He abandoned her breasts, mouth and hands, and looked up and smiled.
Likewise, she released the hearty hold on his cock. Both of them began
to peel down their jeans.
He had no more than tossed his pants aside when he moved to her naked
body. She reclined on her back, opening her arms to him. But instead of
mounting the bed of her body, he stretched out beside her.
His hand returned to her breasts, fondling them for a moment or two,
then drifting down toward the core of her desire. Through the black
patch of her pubic muff, his fingers combed. He taunted her with a
tickling fingertip that ran along each side of her dampening sex slit,
and he caressed the smooth interior of her womanly thighs.
Almost in an involuntary reaction, her thighs spread wider and wider,
as if calling him back to the wanton gash of her snatch. Eventually,
his hand returned. She groaned out in a husky voice of lust when an
exploring finger pushed up into the hot channel of her cunt.
"Hot," he said, as though to himself. "You're so hot and wet."
"And ready," she added.
But he ignored her. Instead his probing finger continued its arousal,
sluicing in and out of her excited pussy. He finger-fucked her. He
drilled in and out of her snatch, fanning the fires of her need for
him.
She writhed and bucked, her pelvis undulating in time with his quick,
sharp strokes. Her own hands returned to his cock, squeezing and
fondling its throbbing length. This was what she wanted, not his
finger.
Her meaning was clear. He eased his entrenched digit from the humid
tunnel of his mother's lust and mounted her.
Expertly, her hands guided the turgid rail of his prick to the waiting
mouth of her belly. She positioned him there, holding his shaft until
his hips thrust forth, skewering his cock into her body.
Stiff and unyielding, he cut into the juicy slot of her pussy. Her back
arched up sinuously, accepting the meaty fatness of his rod. She took
her son into her body, welcomed every swollen inch of his incestuous
sex into her cunt. She squeezed down with every ounce of strength held
in her pussy muscles. She tightened herself for him, trying to make
this moment as pleasurable for him as it was for her.
Apparently, it was. He groaned out, his body trembling. For a moment,
she thought that he had come in the excitement of their union. But his
cock remained hard and long, firmly rooted in the possessive hole of
his mother's sex. She sighed, grateful for the control of his loins.
"Fantastic," he said with a quick inward thrust of his hips. "So tight
and hot!"
Fantastic was exactly the way she felt. He was so hard and swollen
within her. She felt packed to the brim, stuffed with her son's
presence. Every cell in her body thrilled with shivery delight. She was
solidly impaled on his skewering prick and loved it - every inch of it.
"Move," she whispered into his ear. "Move within me. I want to feel you
moving!"
His hips lifted and his pulsing staff of sex slid upward from the deep
recesses of her cunt. The pink folds of her pussy squeezed tighter,
trying to capture and hold him, but it was impossible. The thick head
of his rod eased outward to the very lips of her love channel. Then
they began their inward tunneling.
Quivering with excitement, she relished the firm, virile sensation of
her son's cock burrowing deeply into the hot, spongy confines of her
body. Deeper and deeper that slithery pole moved, once more filling the
needs of her body. She held tightly to him, reveling in the magnificent
strength of his young loins.
"My God, you're a man," she heard herself saying. It was then she
realized that's exactly what he was. Her son was no longer a child, or
a boy, but a man. And she was his woman.
She was his woman. The thought sent rippling arousal up and down her
spine. She was his woman, and as any loving woman should do, she was
stretched out on her back, opening her thighs to her man. She was
giving her body to him, letting her son pole the intimate groove of his
mother's cunt.
Quickly this time, his hips swung upward. With the same alacrity, they
drove down. Hard and long, he shafted his spearing lance of flesh into
the socket of her pussy. Wet and hot, she accepted it and enfolded him
within her welcoming snatch. She tightened herself, squeezing with
vise-like persistence.
Upward his pelvis rose. Out from the aching interior of her body his
manly root of flesh came. Then once again, he drilled home his prick.
Her body was jarred by the strong impact of his crotch. His pelvis
ground into hers. Her clit ached and throbbed, feeling the pressure of
his thrust.
He was so big. Thick and long, he reamed the channel of her lust. She
was a mare and he was her stallion. Willingly, she accepted the
pistoning action of his prick, her pussy flooding with the juices of
arousal. Lovingly, she took the skewering plunges of his cock.
Her body was consumed with lust and want for her son. For the last two
nights, she had felt her brother within her. But it was nothing like
this. This was her son shafting in and out of her, her own son, child
of her body and its lover.
She wanted to feel him deeper, she ached to have him driving to the
very heart of her soul. Drawing her legs upward and resting her feet
flat on the floor of the tent, she opened her body even more for him.
His lunging strokes knifed into her, lancing even further up the greedy
harbor of her cunt.
He was deep now. The fat crown of his prick was plunging deep and long.
He felt as though he would drive all the way up into her mouth at any
moment.
"Ahhaarrgggahhh," she groaned her pleasure for him. Her body squirmed
and writhed under him. "Ohhhhh, my sweet God, it feels so good - feels
so marvelous to have you fuck me!"
"Fuck you," he echoed her words. "Fuck my mother!"
His hips wrenched upward and slashed down. Inward his pulsing root
came. He flayed open the folds of her cunt and rammed into the
innermost recesses of her pussy. He fucked her, driving on like a man
gone wild.
"That's it," she urged him on. "Fuck me hard. Fuck me hard and deep."
Relentlessly, he poled into her. Willingly, she took his almost brutal
thrusts. Her hands slid down over his back and raked into the tight
balls of his buttocks. Her hips lurched upward pressing tightly to his
youthful crotch while her fingers pulled at him with flaming urgency.
She came. As had happened the night before, she came, then came again.
Still her son ravaged savagely into the trembling hole of her cunt.
Whether or not he understood exactly what was happening in his mother's
body, she didn't know. But as long as that rigid shaft of manmeat slid
in and out of her, she didn't mind. She just sailed on the heightening
shudders of her lust.
She came, then again, and again.
Harder and harder, his loins seemed to pump. Deeper and deeper the
swollen stalk of his dick seemed to plummet into the mouth of her
belly. She quaked as blast after blast of orgasmic bliss raced through
her. She groaned, caught in the constant series of climaxes that
exploded within the core of her loins. She shook violently as each
shuddering wave whipped her higher and higher.
In and out, the ramrodding column of her son's cock sluiced.
She came and she came and she came!
The sensations were incredible. Each shattered her soul, yet still they
came one after another. It was like being tortured with pleasure. Every
nerve of her body was overloaded, yet still they accepted each sizzling
blast of ecstasy.
She thrashed under him. Her body squirmed to escape his driving cock,
yet at the same time, her hips thrust wildly, eating at that marvelous
pussy-pleaser.
He fucked her and she came.
She was lost in the oblivion of the ultimate of pleasures. She no
longer existed. She lived only for his cock and its searing heat and
the consuming passion of her body.
Out and in, his shaft drilled to the hot recesses of her cunt. Out and
in, his prick lashed into her ever-greedy pussy. And she came.
She tried to find her voice and tell him of his total control of her
body. But she no longer had a voice, nor could she find the words. All
she could do was groan, freeing the bestial lust from her throat.
Harder and harder her body shook. Each climactic quake grew in
intensity. Higher and higher she rose. Closer and closer she approached
the moment when she would be thrown into another universe - a dimension
where only pleasure existed.
Inward his ever-moving cock skewered. Outward, his hips leaped,
dragging his prick from her contracting cunt. He alone controlled her.
He alone ruled this moment in her life.
Quaking in hot swirls from her thighs it came. Like a bursting nebula
it exploded within the depths of her loins. She felt her body go rigid
beneath her son; then there was only pleasure.
It was a total experience. Each and every cell of her body glowed with
white heat. Colors flashed, melting into one another, flaring to
burning white. Then back to the spectrum again.
Her voice - she somehow knew she was crying out in sheer delight, yet
she could hear nothing, but the whirlwind of passion rushing through
her ears. It was magnificent. It was the complete consummation by
pleasure. It ached, it hurt - so wonderfully.
She soared there for an eternity. Then she slowly returned to the
reality of the world around her. She felt her son still moving within
the quaking depths of her cunt. She felt the weight of his young body
pinning her to the floor of the tent. She was aware of her hips bucking
and thrusting to meet each pistoning plunge of his prick.
Her need sated for the moment, she turned attention to fulfilling his.
Politely, she ran a hand down between the sweating, slick cores of
their bodies. Thoughtfully, her fingers found his ball sac. The weighty
rocks within that wrinkled bag jerked and twitched at her intimate
caress. Upward they rose, trying to escape into the security of his
testicle sac.
Still she persisted. Her fingertips taunted and toyed with the kidney-
shaped stones. She fondled them, knowing that as she did, she stirred
the flaming needs of her son's groin.
At the same time, she extended a finger upward, lightly touching the
spearing pole of his cock. The results were explosive. When her finger
tapped at his prick, feeling its length, slickened with the juices of
her own body, her son shuddered.
"Ahhhhhh," he groaned, his hips lurching forward with urgency. Damn,
oh, sweet God!"
Deeply entrenched within the caressing channel of her pussy, the
swollen head of his cock jerked and twitched. Outward, from the slitted
mouth of his glans, the creamy jets of his lust spurted.
She held him. She clung to his young body while he spewed forth the
seed of his loins. She clutched him, delighting in the trembling
pleasure rushing through him.
His pelvis twitched as he seemed to try and work his cock even deeper
into the hot luxury of her cunt. She arched her hips upward, attempting
to open herself for him. She sighed as she felt the fountains of come
blast into her. This man, this woman-pleasing man was her son and she
gratefully received the seed of his body.
Then as the quaking trembles of his lust-sated flesh subsided, she just
held him, reveling in the complete fulfillment of their carnal union.
She had found her husband - yes, she will be her son's wife.BEE-6789B Twice As Nice Vice by Don Tsuris
Chapter 1
Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Kelley took a night-school
class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself
was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would
come over while Kelley was gone, and Fawn would tease him, dance half-
naked in front of him, finally coax him into fucking her in the
bathtub, or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break the monotony of
the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town on a business conference,
and all in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone
once in awhile and had little opportunity for it.
She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now, and though
she seemed to like him as much as ever, and though the sex was still
pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do
it in, she couldn't help feeling a little stale and weary about the
whole thing. Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new
intensity into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself,
I really don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy
the peace and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair,
and maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.
As soon as Kelley had gone, Fawn had slipped out of her clothes and
into her bathrobe, then fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating,
she went into the bathroom and started the tub water, and while she
waited for the tub to fill she piled her thick auburn hair on top of
her head and placed a shower hat over it. She did this because she
liked each thing to be separate--first the bath, then the hair washing,
then the relaxing glass of wine. She enjoyed luxuriating in the tub
without her hair becoming all wet and stringy and cold, clinging to her
bare shoulders, making her head heavy.
When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down
at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was
that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body
closely. At other times, Kelley's presence, even if the bathroom door
was locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious, as if it were
somehow wrong or even filthy to touch your own nipples or run a tender,
tickling finger along the moist folds of your own cunt. She was afraid
she might shudder or moan softly, and Kelley would overhear her. Not
that she ever masturbated anymore, since she had no need for that. What
with Jeff balling her silly three or four times a week, she never felt
the need to make herself come.
All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked
body in total privacy, to be proud of it without having to explain her
pride, to investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all
men, crave her so much, that made Jeff, for instance, groan and sob and
twitch with passion from the moment he touched her bare flesh to the
moment he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with seed. So now that
she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.
While the hot water crashed into the bathtub, she took a hand mirror
and stood with it before the full-length mirror on the back of the
bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At
twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth. Her skin
tanned easily, richly, and since she knew that the contrast between
tanned and untanned skin was somehow bewitchingly sexy, she always kept
her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra
protected it from the sun. There her skin was pate and creamy,
marvelously white and tempting, her firm high buttocks two lovely
glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back, her
young uptilted breasts two creamy globes of firm fleshy fruit thrusting
out above a velvety expanse of flat golden midriff. She also knew she
had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones, the aureoles wide
circles that were tinged a deep rose and that swelled up puffily off
her breasts like soft, faintly stippled cones, the centers thick
springy nubs that pushed out even further.
She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways, admiring the
full perky curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow
waist, her firm round breasts, just the right size, the long nipples
swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly down the silken skin of
her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the deep puckered cup of
her navel. Every time she touched her navel she couldn't help
remembering her first lover, a boy back in high school, who once in a
hot sweat of desire had been kissing her stomach, going down it slowly
and lovingly on his way to her cunt, which he was in the habit of
tonguing and sucking into spasms of delirious joy. But this time, when
he reached her navel with his tongue he began to stab and tongue-fuck
it too, going at it so passionately that before either of them knew it
he was coming, squirting warm slimy semen all over her leg and the
sheet. Not every girl can make a man come with only her bellybutton,
she giggled to herself.
She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to
the firm flesh of her tawny thighs, and dug her fingers gently into
their ripe resilience, watching her tanned skin shimmer under each
fingertip, feeling a tiny wince of pleasure as all the nerves of her
legs responded. She planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees
slightly, and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. On one
side the mirror gave back a normal reflection, but on the other side,
the side she used, it magnified everything enormously. With delight and
fascination, she gazed down at the huge furry-fringed pink-lipped slash
of her own cunt. The folds of her vulva were dewy and moist, but only
half-blossomed, revealing only tantalizing hints of the slick fiery-red
inner cuntmeat they protected. The small nerve-bundle of her clitoris
was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.
Fawn inserted one forefinger--which instantly became gigantic as its
reflection appeared in the hand-mirror--slowly between the lips of her
cunt, parting them further, sliding the finger all the way into the
warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the
last knuckle. Her knees trembling involuntarily, she rotated the
finger, and with her thumb rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and
pulsed. "Ohhhnnn!" she gasped.
It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching
it at the same time, especially since the magnifying mirror made it
look like the cunt of a giantess being probed by a monstrous hand, and
yet she felt all the tingling sensations herself. She shut her eyes,
whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at
the sight. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now, and she
could get two fingers fully into it, but her other hand shook so badly,
her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or
keep the hand mirror in place. Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor
and squatted over it, digging softly in her flowing pussy with two
hands now, shivering uncontrollably, noticing her glazed eyes in the
door mirror, surprised to see her long nipples tight and erect. Oh god,
I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it! "Ahhnnn ...
anngghh ..." she heard the sounds coming from her throat.
Her whole body flushed and melting with hot tremors, her mind reeling
happily, urgently with the decision she had made to bring herself off,
to make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it
all, if she could only keep her feverishly fluttering eyelids open, she
at first didn't notice the water on the floor. But suddenly her bare
knees felt wet, shocking her out of the giddy sexual delights that
poured through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself, and
she gasped, and turned her head, and saw it spilling rapidly over the
edge of the tub.
Oh shit ... oh goddamn it! "SHIT!" she shouted, hearing her voice echo
against the tile walls even over the loud whoosh of the spilling water.
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the
plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was
submerged in water.
Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with angry tears at her
own foolishness, Fawn snatched towels from every available rack and
began mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the
emptying tub, then sopped up more water, so angry and busy at the task
that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang
again, and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier. "GODDAMN IT!"
she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door,
finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was
still totally naked. She leapt back to the bathroom for her robe,
slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breath and her rage as
she walked down the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric
there when she opened it.
Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation.
But the look on his face said that he felt even more down than she did
at the moment. "Only me," he said. "Can I come in?"
"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind
him.
But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into
the living room, nervous, jumpy. "Have you got anything to drink around
here?"
"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine." Fawn
pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over
her shoulders, knowing now it would be a while until she got to her
bath.
"I'll take the Scotch."
"What's the matter, Eric?" With him following her, she went into the
kitchen and poured him his drink, which he grabbed and gulped
thirstily.
"Danika," he growled. "She's been ... making it with another guy. For
nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a
hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."
Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to
her, and she refilled it with the pale golden liquor. "Aren't you going
to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all
alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to
mask his misery.
"I don't want you to get drunk at all." But as she looked into his eyes
and saw the pain there, and then thought of her own foolishness moments
ago in the bathroom, she was very tempted to join him. Not to get
drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a
little while. Help him forget. She know he probably wanted to talk
about what a bitch his wife Danika was to do this to him, and she
wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there. Long ago she had
suspected something like this would happen, for her woman's instincts
told her that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be
happy with only one man at a time. Danika was a small dark-haired girl
with flashing eyes, long natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a
full sensual mouth, and a sexual aura that filled any room she came
into with mysterious, murky invitations. For her small size she had a
beautifully curvaceous body, and stunning long legs, and from the
beginning Fawn had thought Eric was in for trouble in marrying her. Now
that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for
Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I
told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support,
and it would get her mind off that silly fiasco she'd been performing
in the bathroom.
"Come on," Eric joked again, winking through his sadness. "What kind of
party is it with only one drunk?"
Fawn smirked at him. "Why not." She took a glass from the cupboard and
filled it with ice and Scotch, then clinked it against his and drank.
They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down, Fawn
on the sofa, Eric in one of the easy chairs, and he began predictably
to tell her about Danika's bitchiness, how she had not only been
fucking around behind his back, but doing it with one of his best
friends. He launched into a long, morose, bitter, increasingly tipsy
tirade, and Fawn listened dutifully, drinking along with him and
nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her warm and tingly, but
as time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of
some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery. It was hard
enough to keep the skirts over her thighs and knees, but even worse was
the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more, and
her firm outthrusting breasts pushed against the front part of the robe
until the neck-lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and
more of her smooth tanned upper chest.
Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of
the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin, rasping softly
across her sensitive nipples, rustling smoothly against the skin of her
inner thighs when she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making
an excuse and getting up to change, but it felt so good and she was so
warm and tingly, she really couldn't decide. In front of her brother
she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed,
especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal of him that
he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention.
After a while, as Eric droned on and on about Danika's infidelities,
Fawn didn't really hear him anymore. Instead she simply stared at him,
feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and soon fell into a sort of trance
in which she found herself dreamily remembering herself and her brother
as kids, as teenagers, swimming, laughing, dancing, playing tennis
together, dating each other's friends. The warm, happy feelings and
images bubbled through her, and she yielded to them totally. It all
seemed so long ago.
She recalled one time when she was sixteen and had lost her skimpy
bikini bra while diving into the family swimming pool. Embarrassed and
panicky, she had surfaced squealing, splashing, searching for it, but
Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool and scooped it up
before she could reach it. Still laughing, he had climbed out and sat
on the edge of the pool, dangling it from one hand, refusing to return
it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, her arms crossed
nervously over her bare young breasts. She could still recall the look
in his eyes as he boldly tried to peak through the angles of her elbows
and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. And it gave her a sharp
butterfly tickle in the pit of her stomach to remember how, just before
snatching the bra back from his extended hand, she had flung her arms
to the sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Poor
Eric's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.
And that scene made her recall another. She remembered what a beautiful
man's body Eric had, all bronzed and hard and muscular, his hair
bleached red-gold from the sun, his arms and legs sinewy and strong,
his shoulders broad and powerful. She remembered how, when swimming
with him, her eyes were constantly, shamefully drawn to the bulge made
by his penis and balls in his tight swim trunks, how she always tried
to look at his crotch when he was looking somewhere else. She had told
herself it was only natural curiosity, and mostly tried to conceal her
desire to look from herself as much as she did from him, but apparently
he had once or twice caught her gazing with hypnotic adolescent
fascination at his crotch. For one afternoon when she walked past his
bedroom, there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the open
door, his naked thighs spread and his long thick tube of penis hanging
there in all its glory for her to see. And she had stopped, raising her
fist to her mouth in delighted surprise, and stared at his prick until
of its own accord it began to swell and rise and thump with blood.
Then, with a nervous giggle and a very hot face, she had turned and
fled down the hall.
Nothing more than these two incidents had ever happened between them,
but now as Fawn remembered it all she felt the same guilty flutterings
and sharp tremors of heat in her body that she'd felt then. She
squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she drifted back toward
conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped.
Then she saw his eyes, saw that he was sunk in some kind of trance,
too, saw him staring at her, but not at her face, no, lower, lower, at
her body, and she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe
had come completely undone, probably because of her unconscious
squirming. The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her
throat to the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair.
Flushing with embarrassment, trying to regain quick control of her
wits, she pulled the robe shut. "Oh, I ... I don't know what happened
to me!" she said breathlessly.
"Don't," Eric croaked quietly, his eyes briefly pained as the satin
closed across the naked delights of her body.
"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.
"Please don't."
"Eric, I'm your sister." Across her mind flashed the image of his thick
ropey adolescent penis thumping and filling with blood. What must it be
like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I
thinking like that for! I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!
Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up, and
grinned at her. "That's right, you are. I guess I almost forgot. For a
minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your
bikini top."
Fawn blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond
control.
"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now ... now--"
"Eric. I think we'd better change the subject." Fawn's blood was
thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly, her mind in
a confused whirl. She felt so close to something dangerous that she
didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply
to take charge right now, not to let it happen again. They were both a
little drunk, but he more than she, so it was up to her. Acting firmly,
she tightened the sash of her robe and stood up. "I think I'd better
change, get into something else. Don't you?"
"No." He grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but dead serious.
"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't
any chance of ..." But she couldn't go on.
"Of what?"
"You know very well what." She looked down at him and wondered how he
could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her chest was
heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump
nipples floating under the shiny satin.
Eric's eyes flickered with bold, half-drunk ironies. "Tell you what.
Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then
we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother,
we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."
He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had
not budged a step since she had stood up. "Well, I guess I've heard
everything now," Fawn said, trying to match his calm irony.
"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice too was now getting thick,
clotted with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once
more, before you change? Just for family's sake."
"Why should I?" My god! Fawn thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him.
I'm just making it worse!
"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."
"Lovelier than Danika?" she whispered softly, growing more ashamed of
herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to
the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.
"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all."
"You won't touch?"
Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't
kids anymore. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach tumbling with
excitement, her body flashing all over with heat. "I don't believe you
for a minute ... not for a minute ..." But her fingers were fiddling
with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it, pulling the slippery
fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this
time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before him as she had
earlier posed for herself before the mirror, to show him everything,
back, front, profile. She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this,
but the impulse was almost overwhelming. In the split second it took
her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing him
for the first time every delectable inch of her supple nude body, her
mind switched tracks, and she knew the step had been taken, there was
no going back, they would do it now, and she would let it happen, she
would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her
nerve because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen, even
though her body now seethed and ached for him.
Eric's face froze with some powerful mixture of awe and desire as he
scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the
fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she pirouetted in front of
him, showing him the high pale globes of her buttocks, bending
gracefully as she completed her turn so that her firm breasts swayed
outward and bobbled pertly, her long puffy nipples already half-erect
as they swirled before his mesmerized gaze.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.
She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off
its finer points, tracing the intricate soft cambers and dips of her
ribcage where it flowed into her flat sun-browned stomach, cleverly
raising her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy
breasts and nudging them so that they juggled and quivred. In response
to this gesture Eric's harsh breath seemed to be clawing its way out of
his throat. And that sound excited Fawn further. She went closer to
him, closer, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent breasts,
watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when
she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling
her forward strongly, then squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed his
face into her stomach, and slithered his tongue into her navel. "Ohh!
Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp, jumping away from him,
trying to act shocked and scandalized, though the feel of his tongue in
her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her buttocks had
made her simply reel with hot thrills. "Oh, Eric," she said, half-
mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"
Eric's face was obviously crawling with desire for her, but he managed
to grin again, and flex his fingers, the ones he had just dug into her
jouncy ass. "Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.
"Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away, her heart
skittering and jumping more rapidly than ever as her brother stood up
from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure of
his bulging, pants-cramped penis. She could still feel the impressions
in her bare buttocks where his fingers had sunk, and a tiny trace of
saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, god, she thought. I should
stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let you fuck me, oh god,
please Eric, stop it yourself, I can't do it, I want it too much!
Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her. "Fawn
... Fawn, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes
racing over her nakedness.
She kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes, shaking
her own head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth but unable to make any
sounds come out. "Eric, you know we can't."
"Yes, we can." He backed her into a wall, the sharp gnash of his zipper
sending hot needles of excitement and anticipation through her
trembling flesh. His hands cupped her feverish face, his lips came down
toward hers.
"No, Eric, no no!" she whimpered. "What about ... Kelley?"
"Where is she?"
"She's at school." His lips met hers, curving into them, his tongue
slipping between her parting teeth, and his hands dropped to her
shoulders, then down to her breasts, and he filled his palms with them.
Gently squeezing her full breasts, Eric kissed her cheek, her neck,
then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He
thrusted his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the
same time, "When does she get home?"
Fawn moaned. "Ahhhnnnn." Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her
cunt wet and achy, and as he frenched her ear and caressed her
throbbing breasts, she slid her hands under the elastic of his shorts
and grasped his hot huge prick, freeing it from its underwear trap, her
fingers stroking it urgently, and she knew she didn't care anything
about Kelley, who wouldn't be home for another two hours anyway. I just
want you to fuck me! she thought wildly. Here, right here against the
wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!
Eric's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left breast, and he
licked the large rosy nipple thirstily. "When does she get home?" he
repeated, panting, his voice half-strangled by his passion.
But before she could answer, she felt his mouth close over her pulsing
nipple, felt it stiffen and flame with heat, felt her legs weaken, her
knees turn to jelly. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain
standing, and she pulled him against her so that she could feel the
long jumping gristly stalk of his prick pressing against her naked
belly. Her breath whistled past her teeth as he hungrily slurped and
sucked her throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his
grasp. "Oh Eric ..." she murmured, "oh, Eric, are you going to fuck me?
Are you? Are you going to fuck me?"
Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the
bedroom. His hands stroked her long coppery back, her pale ass, her
silky thighs, while she tore at his shirt, skimmed his pants and briefs
down his legs, stooping and clumsily licking his twitchy red cock
before he pulled her to her feet, kissed her lips again with a savage
tenderness, and laid her down on her back on the bed the way he wanted
her to be.
Shivering with excitement and frightening lust, Fawn yielded completely
to her brother, lying on the bed so that her feet still touched the
floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge of the mattress,
the wet glistening furrow of her pussy uptilted and gaping and totally
vulnerable. She knew that if he wanted her this way it was so he could
stand on the floor himself, and gain so much leverage that she was in
for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from the huge pulsing
purplish ramrod of flesh that he was now lowering between her thighs.
Shuddering with the awful guilt of what they were doing, she
nevertheless submitted completely to his wishes. His hard tanned
muscular body was so desirable that she wanted to swarm over him
herself, and kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his gigantic
penis into her mouth, and feel his hungry lips burrowing madly in her
boiling cunt, and do everything, everything! before they got down to
the actual fucking. But Eric's hot driving passion for her was so
overwhelming that she had no choice, she had to give her body to him
instantly, and let him ravish her and puncture her with his fierce cock
until she bled with coming, if that was necessary.
Her body quivered out of control. "Ohhhh ... ah baby, oh, Eric, we ...
can't, we can't do this ... unnhhhgg! oh god, suck me baby ..." she
moaned and mewled deep in her throat as his mouth again went to her
barely slackened breasts, and found each of her stiff sensitive nipples
again, and gave them long agonizing throat-sucks. Her frenzied fingers
flittered over his hot, fiendishly hard cock where it bobbed in
readiness between her spread thighs. She passionately pinched the large
flaring bulb on the head of his prick with her fingers, pulling it
toward her open steamy slit, aching to be filled by it. And her fingers
on his prick drove Eric wild with happy desire. His hands stroked her
smooth hips and steadied her pelvis, and he carefully lodged the
swollen head of his cock in her squnchy vulva, then gazed straight into
her eyes with heart-wrenching awe and love as he slid the full length
of his burning shaft deep into her flowing pit.
"Ahhhnn ... nnuunnnn nnuunnnn, oh shit ohhhhh shiiiit oh Eric baby, oh
yes! Yes!"
It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had ever felt
inside of her. It was sunk deep in the pit of her belly, the head of it
nudging the mouth of her womb, and Eric did not pull it out
immediately, but instead left it buried in her while he scooped her
shoulders up in his arms and lowered his bare hard chest down on her
breasts and put his lips to her ear. "Fawn ... Fawn," he groaned in a
husky whisper.
"Yesssss, oh yessss," she answered, her body undulating of its own
accord beneath him. She knew he wanted to say more, but he was
speechless with desire for her, as she was for him, and at this moment
all she wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely
in and out of her. "Fuck me, Eric ... unnnnhh! oh yes, like that,
unnnunnn oh god yessss! ... fuck me, baby, you can do anything you want
to me, anything at all, oh! oh! unnhhh!"
He brought long shuddering moans from deep in her chest by drawing his
long prick slowly out of her smoldering pussy until the head of it
nearly escaped her clinging cuntlips, then sliding it slowly again all
the way in. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they
were doing made them both so urgent that they could not be slow and
gentle for long. And Eric had placed her on the mattress this way for a
purpose, she know. Soon they were both digging their feet into the
floor, whooping and groaning and whimpering, their striving bodies
writhing together.
Fawn clenched the muscles of her thighs and flung her pelvis up into
her brother's raging, hammering, piercing prick, gagging and squealing
with wild joy as she felt the huge, ravaging pole cram her cunt to the
splitting point. Oh Jeeesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it,
never, never!
She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body
with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him,
and pushed her breasts up into his grinding chest, and sought his mouth
with her own, gobbling his lips and whimpering against his teeth.
"Ohhh, it's so good, so good!" She was on fire, bubbling and seething
with hot fuck-urgency, and she somehow knew she had never felt this
way. The searing blade of his prick sliced up into her cunt, and her
body shimmered with flame, and she screeched and clawed his back and
moaned with guilty passion, knowing it was her very own brother who was
fucking her so beautifully, and fearing she would never be happy with
anyone else again, not after the blinding bliss of this moment.
Wriggling and squirming and groaning beneath him, loving the feel of
his hard bare chest crushing her swollen breasts and stiff aching
nipples, she still couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this
massive rearing penis, the biggest she had ever felt, driving again and
again into the depths of her soupy, clasping cunt. Stuffed with the
huge stalk of it, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly
with her cunt-muscles, and heard him moan with delight, felt his strong
fingers biting into her back.
"Ohhhhnnn ... you're so good to me ..." she hummed, feeling the first
distant rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her.
"Soooo good to me, so good, so gooood unnnhhh! Unh! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes!
Do it hard to me, ohn! anngghhh!"
Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he
knew how to use it, but now that she hung and trembled and moaned on
the verge of coming, he ripped his cock up into her with loving
violence. Stabbed to the quick by it, her entire naked body flashing
with fiery spasms as she flung her juicing cunt wildly up into his
frantic thrusts, Fawn squealed and raked his shoulders. Hissing, her
breath clawing its way out of her throat, she gagged and sputtered,
opening her eyes to look at his face, seeing the hot blaze of love
there.
"Eric! Oh baby ... oh I'm going to come! Kiss me ... oh god kiss meee!
Quick! Onh! Unh! Ohhhhnnnn god kiss me, Eric, I'm ..." She groped for
his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton tongue into it,
dying repeatedly with fresh joys each time the fierce thick spike of
his prick buried itself in her wet clenching pit. She shrieked as it
tore into her, then stiffened, grunting helplessly like an animal as
her body shuddered for release, then exploded in a hot blinding rush of
coming. Everything was obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of
her climax. She felt like an angel was fucking her, not a man, let
alone her own brother, for her body was nothing but one shattering,
blistering, throbbing heavenly spurt of pleasure.
She swarmed up into him, swallowing him with her thrashing body,
sucking the seed out of him, hearing his choked moans, feeling every
hard muscle in his fierce driving body tense into steel as he ploughed
his erupting cock deep into her creaming pussy. With a strangled cry,
he sank his wildly spurting prick into her, pumping her full of his
boiling juices, crushing her body to him, squeezing her so roughly that
she thought they both might die from the overpowering shock of the
orgasm.
And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of
her, and Fawn tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his
forehead, and kissed him, tightening her cunt around his still stiff
penis so that it would never come out of her, so that she would never
have to give up this moment. She gazed up into his eyes. "Eric. Eric
Eric Eric," she whispered. It was all she could say.
The stormy passion of their shameful, wonderful, forbidden fuck had
caught them both by surprise, and had spent itself more quickly than
they realized. When they regained their breath and their senses, and
Eric rolled off her with a happy moan, Fawn glanced at the bedroom
clock and knew that Kelley would not be home for over an hour yet.
Somehow she was both horrified and elated by this realization. It meant
that nothing outside themselves would save them, not the clock, not
Kelley, not anything. Being fucked by her own brother once, and loving
it the way she had, all that was bad enough. But if they did it again
...
Fawn knew the guilt would be even worse, but paradoxically doing it
with him again would somehow make it okay, too. It would make them
lovers in a way one spontaneous fuck could never do. And yet she
couldn't restrain herself, couldn't hold herself back from him, but
swarmed over him as he lay contentedly sprawled across her bed,
nibbling his lower lip, licking the sweat from his hard shoulder. "Eric
... Eric, it was never like that for me, never before," she whispered.
He kissed her and sighed as her hand found his long limp cock and
squeezed it gently. "Never for me either," he said.
"But it's wrong," she whimpered meekly, "so wrong ... I don't know what
got into us. I just couldn't help myself, I wanted you so badly, I
still do. I still want you. Isn't that awful?"
He grinned, propping himself up on one elbow and running his other hand
over her dangling breasts. "How could anything so good be awful?"
And she knew he was right, she knew no one should be able to tell her
she was sinful or dirty to have yielded to the sweet joys she had just
experienced. If it had thrilled her only because he was her brother,
that might be something to worry about. But no, no, she felt this way
because he had fucked her like no man ever fucked her before, and that
was something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty! With a sharp
wince of desperation, she understood that they must fuck again, they
must, before he had to leave. Because if they parted now, tomorrow
their shame might overwhelm their desire. They might never have this
moment again! Fawn couldn't stand the thought of that. If she might
never have him again, at least she had him now. He had to fuck her
again, right now, he had to know that the first time was not an
accident. She had to leave him with something that would tempt him back
to her.
So, hoping he was not too exhausted to get it up again, she pushed him
onto his back and straddled his waist and dangled her breasts above his
face, sweeping her soft thick nipples over his nose and lips. "Eric ...
Eric, baby," she murmured throatily, "Kelley won't be home for another
hour ... a whole hour."
His tongue flicked up at her nipples, making her shiver. "You don't
say?" he said, between licks.
"Do you like my body?"
"Ummmmm," Eric nodded, sucking her left nipple into his mouth, trying
to swallow it.
Already she was panting, writhing her upper body slowly down into his
face. He brought his hands up to her dangling breasts, and hungrily
devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her
breasts course with heat, her nipples seethe and burst with throbbing
as he pinched and twirled them in his fingers, and sucked and lip-
mauled them roughly. "Do you like my body better than Danika's?"
"Better, much better!" he groaned, feeding her swollen, hanging breasts
into his mouth, burying his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut
pointing nipples.
Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching breasts down into his mouth,
opening her mouth and making tight cawing sounds from deep in her
throat. "Nnnngggh ... annnnggghhh," she moaned. "Do you like to suck my
boobs?"
"Ummmmmm!"
Her cunt was hot and wet with juice again, and she pushed it down into
the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his long prick rising against the
crack of her ass, feeling it swell and twitch. "Ohhhh ... Eric, oh
Eric, this time I'm going to fuck you while you suck my tits, like this
... aaowwnnggg, oh like this, like this!"
She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick
twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit, then slid down on
it, impaling herself on the stiff prong of flesh. Giddy with wanton
animalistic joy, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips,
squeezing his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her
cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her
dangling breasts, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience
while his lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples
crazy.
Gasping, she wriggled her saliva-wet breasts down into his face and
pinched his long lovely cock with her dripping pussy. "Do you like to
fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnh! Eric? Eric? Oh baby, do you like
it, do you like fucking me?"
"Oh yes, yes!" Eric moaned. He clenched the muscles of his pelvis and
slammed his prick up into her, his fingers now digging in the jouncy
firm flesh of her ass.
"Am I ... ohhnnnn oh Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I?
Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good, I don't want it to ever stop!
Unnggh! Tell me ... am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me
again? Oh please, Eric! OH BABY, I'M ALREADY COMING!!"
The wonderful combination of his hungry mouth mauling her breasts and
the huge battering ram of his prick piercing the hot spasming depths of
her pussy had brought on her climax before she had even expected it.
Shivering and whooping, she ground her body into his and held onto him
for dear life, and felt her body being ripped to pieces with wave after
delicious, pummeling wave of coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop,
but just dipped and rose and clenched her with fearful hot paroxysms,
then subsided, then rose again to bleed hot tremors out of her
shuddering flesh.
She didn't know if it was soon or long after her first sharp spasm that
Eric began to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, and
tore up into her from the bed, plunging his prick into her deeper than
ever, so that for the first time she felt herself happily wincing with
the pain of the huge thing that battered the deep secret mouth of her
womb. "Ohhhnn owww! ouch! owwwnnnnnuunnngghh!" she yowled, her body
gripped by an even more fierce seizure of coming.
She rode him, and rode him, her body flipping out of control, but he
held her strongly and buried his cock in her time after time, plunging
it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it, pumping every last drop
of jism he had in his balls into her.
And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get
back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky
with sweat, glowing with happily spent lust, gazing at each other with
awe, but no longer with guilt. Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock again
and saw that they'd been fucking this time for almost forty-five
minutes. Kelley would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.
Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her ardently,
stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's.
"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding
her.
"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth
dipped to her breasts for one last thrilling suck at each long nipple.
"Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.
"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.
"Call me?"
"Tomorrow." he said. "If I can wait that long."