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Tween Sister's Hot Thighs (MF, inc)
By Ray Mills
Edited by TheEditor


                             Chapter 1

     Fawn was happy to be alone.  Her roommate Staci 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 Staci was gone.
     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 up the monotony of the bed.  But
this week Jeff was out of town at a business conference.  All in
all it was just as well with Fawn.  She liked being alone once in
a while and had little opportunity for it.
     She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now.
And even though she thought she liked 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, she couldn't help feeling a
little stale, 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 Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes
and into her bathrobe.  Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner.
After eating, she went into the bathroom and started the tub
water.  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.
     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 Staci'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 her own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the
moist folds of her cunt.  She was afraid she might shudder or moan
softly, and Staci would overhear her.  Not that she ever
masturbated any more, of course.  No need for that what with Jeff
fucking her ears off four or five times a week.
     All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her
own naked body in total privacy.  To investigate the sweet
succulent mysteries that made men, all men it seemed, crave her so
much.  That made Jeff, for instance, groan and twitch with lust
from the moment he touched her naked flesh until he popped and
flooded her hungry pussy with cum.
     While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand
mirror and stood with it in front of 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 fantastically 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 pale and creamy, marvelously white and tempting.
     Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the
incurved sweep of her long bronze back.  Her young uptilted tits
were two creamy globes thrusting out above a velvety expanse of
her flat golden midriff.  She had large, inviting nipples, tinged
a deep rose color, puffy soft cones that swelled out from her
tits.
     She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways.
The full perky curve of her taut ass was amazing.  Her firm round
tits were just the right size, her large 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.
     Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees
slightly.  One side of the hand mirror gave back a magnified
reflection, and she slipped this side between her spread thighs.
Fascinated, she gazed down at the huge pink-lipped slash of her
own pussy.
     The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only
half-blossomed at this point.  They revealed only hints of the
fiery-red wet inner slit they protected.  The small heavenly
button of her clit was half-hidden up under its pinkish hood.
     Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt,
parting them farther.  She inserted the finger all the way into
the warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was
stopped by the last knuckle.  Her knees trembled involuntarily.
She rotated the finger, and with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her
clit until it swelled and pulsed.
     "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
     It felt so good!  It felt so good to be doing it herself, and
watching it in the mirror.  The magnification made her cunt look
huge, red and wet, and her fingers enormous, probing it.  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.  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.
     Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it.  She
dug softly in her flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering
uncontrollably.  In the door mirror she noticed her glazed eyes.
Her long nipples were tight and erect.
     Oh God, I think I'll do it! she said to herself.  I think I
will, I'm going to do it!
     "Ahhhhhhh ... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her
throat.
     Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors.  She was
so involved with the decision she had made, to bring herself off,
to make herself come right there, that at first she didn't notice
the water on the floor.
     But suddenly her bare knees felt wet.  She was shocked out of
the trembling hot sexuality that gripped her.  Then the water
poured over the mirror itself.  Fawn gasped, and turned her head.
Water was spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.
     "Oh shit--!" she cried out.  "Goddamn it!  Shit!"
     Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, then
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 tears at
her own foolishness, she 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.  She was 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 leaped back to the
bathroom for her robe.  She slipped into it, then tried to control
her panting and her anger 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 told her that he felt even
more down than she did at the moment.
     "Only me," he said, glumly.  "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?" he asked.
     "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.  She knew now that it would be a
while until she got to her bath.
     "I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.
     "What's the matter, Eric?"
     With him following her, she went into the kitchen.  She found
the half-empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's
boyfriends, and poured him a drink from it.  Eric grabbed the
glass and gulped the whiskey thirstily.
     "Danika," he growled.  "She's been screwing another guy.  For
nearly two months.  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.  Fawn 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 when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought
of her own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was
tempted to join him.  Not to get drunk, but just to have a few
drinks and forget about everything for a little while.  To help
him forget.
     She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika
was to do this.  And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing.
Long ago she had suspected something like this would happen.  She
had thought from the beginning that Danika was a prick-happy
little flirt who would never be happy with only one man.
     Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long
natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth,
and sexual allure that filled any room she walked into with murky
invitations.  For her small size she had a great curvy body, and
stunning long legs.  From the start Fawn had thought Eric was
asking 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
business in the bathroom.
     "Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more.  "What
kind of party is this with only one drunk?"
     Fawn smirked at him.  "Why not."
     She took a glass from the cupboard, 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 sat on
the sofa, Eric on one of the easy chairs.
     Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his
wife.  Fawn listened dutifully, drinking along with him and
nodding at the right moments.  The Scotch made her feel warm and
tingly.  As time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was
made out of something other than satin, because it was so
slippery.
     It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and
knees.  But even worse was the constantly loosening sash.
Whenever she moved it loosened more.  Her firm upthrusting tits
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.  It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling
against the skin of her inner thighs as she modestly tucked it
there.  She contemplated making an excuse to get up and change.
But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that 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 that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest
attention.  After a while, as he droned on about Danika's
infidelities, she really didn't hear him any more.
     Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and
warm, and fell into a sort of trance.  She didn't know how long
she drifted in her warm sensual reveries.  She squirmed in her
seat, and felt dazed and too warm.  She drifted back to conscious
awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped.
     Then she saw his eyes.  He was sunk in some kind of trance
too.  He was staring at her, but not at her face.  No, his eyes
had dropped lower, 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, Fawn pulled the robe shut.
     "Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.
     "Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she
closed the robe over her body.
     "Eric!" she said, as if to shame him.  But her voice was not
convincing.
     "Please don't."
     "Eric, I'm your sister!"
     Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself
up.  He grinned at her.
     "That's right," he said.  "You are.  I guess I almost forgot.
For a minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I
stole your bikini top."
     It was something Fawn had not thought about for years.  As a
youngster, when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon
she had lost her mini bikini top.  Embarrassed, she had surfaced
squealing and splashing, looking everywhere for it.  But Eric,
laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool and scooped it up
before she could reach it.
     He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from
the pool, her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits.
She could still recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to
peek through the angles of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse
of her nipples.  Before taking back the bra, feeling just as bold
as he, she had dropped her arms to her sides, giving him a full
shot of what he wanted to see.  Her brother's eyes had flashed as
big as saucers.
     Now she blushed hotly.  "You were?" she said, her voice
quivering beyond control.
     "I'll never forget it," her brother said.  "You were
beautiful even then, but now ..."
     "Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.
     Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was
hot and prickly.  Her mind whirled confusingly.  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, she knew.  But Eric had drunk
more than she had, so it was up to her.  Acting firmly, she
tightened the sash of her robe, then stood up.
     "I think I'd better change, get into something else," she
said.  "Don't you?"
     "No," Eric said.
     "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?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.
     "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.
That only made him more interested in the sight of her plump
nipples floating under the shiny satin of her bathrobe.  His eyes
flickered with half-drunken ironies.
     "Tell you what," he said.  "Look at it this way.  If you're
my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both 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," she said, trying
to match his calm irony.
     "No you haven't," Eric said.  His voice 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, what am I saying? she thought.  I'm teasing him, for
god's sake!  I'm just making it worse!
     "Because I want to see you," her brother said solemnly.
"You're lovely."
     "Lovelier than Danika?" Fawn 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," Eric whispered.  "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 any more.  "Promise," he said.
     "I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach trembling
with excitement.  "I don't believe you for a minute.  Not 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 bathroom mirror.
     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 she knew the
step had been taken.  There was no going back now.
     They would do it now.  And she would let it happen, she would
invite it.  And she would also fight it with every ounce of her
nerve because they were not supposed to let it happen even though
her body seethed and ached for him.
     Eric's face froze with fascination and lust as he scrutinized
her naked body.  Glowing and warm with the fires of her shame and
excitement, Fawn slowly pirouetted in front of him.  She showed
him the high pale globes of her ass, bending gracefully as she
completed her turn so that her firm tits swayed outward and
bobbled pertly.  Her long puffy nipples were already half-erect as
they swirled before her brother's hypnotized 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.  Her fingers traced the soft curves of
her ribs and her flat sun-browned stomach.  She raised her
knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy tits and
nudged them so that they jiggled and quivered.
     Eric's breath clawed its way out of his throat.  The sound of
it excited Fawn even more.  She went closer to him.  His crazed
eyes devoured her succulent tits.  She was watching his eyes so
closely that she squealed with surprise when she suddenly felt his
hands gripping the backs of her thighs.
     He pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her asscheeks as he
pushed his face into her naked stomach.  She felt his wet tongue
slithering into her deep navel.
     "Ohhhh!  Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
     She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and
scandalized.  But the feel of his tongue in her navel and his
fingers digging urgently into her ass had made her simply reel
with hot thrills.
     "Oh Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you
wouldn't touch!  You promised!"
     "Couldn't help myself," her brother said hoarsely.
     He managed a quick grin.  He flexed his fingers suggestively,
the ones he had dug into her soaked ass.
     "Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away.
     Her heart skittered and jumped as he stood up from his chair.
He had to bend slightly because his cock was all crumpled up in
his crotch.  She could still feel the impressions in her asscheeks
where his fingers had sunk, and a tiny trace of saliva left in her
navel by his tongue.  God, god, I should stop it now, she thought,
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, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head,
his eyes racing over her nakedness.
     Fawn kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his
eyes.  She shook her 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 the wall.  The sharp gnash of his zipper
sent hot needles of excitement and anticipation through her
trembling flesh.  His hands cupped her feverish face, and his
mouth came down toward hers.
     "No, Eric, no ... no!" she whimpered.  "What about ...
Staci?"
     "Where is she?"
     "She's at night school."
     His lips found hers, curving into them.  His tongue slipped
between her parting teeth.  His hands dropped to her shoulders,
then down to her tits.  He filled his palms with them.
     Gently squeezing the round tit-globes, he kissed her cheek,
her neck, then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed
flame into it.  He pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering
to her.
     "When does she get home?"
     "Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned.
     Her body was totally pliant and yielding.  Her cunt was wet
and achy, and as he frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing
tits, she slid her hands under the elastic of his shorts.  She
grasped his huge hot prick, pulling it out, her fingers stroking
it urgently.
     She knew she didn't care anything about Staci, 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 on the bed, I don't care!
     Eric's mouth trailed down her smooth tanned shoulder to her
creamy left tit.  He licked her large rosy nipple thirstily.
     "When does she get home?" he repeated, his voice half-
strangled by his lust.
     But before she could answer Fawn felt his lips close over her
pulsing nipple.  She felt it stiffen and flame with heat.  Her
legs weakened, and her knees sagged.  She had to grasp his hips in
order to remain standing.
     She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long
gristly stalk of his jumping prick pressing against her naked
belly.  Her breath whistled past her clenched teeth as he hungrily
slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples.  She moaned and began to
writhe in his grasp.
     "Oh Eric," she murmured.  "Eric, are you going to fuck me?
Are you?  Are we going to fuck?  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 tanned thighs.  Fawn tore off his shirt and skimmed
his pants and shorts down his legs.  She stooped and clumsily
licked his twitchy red cock before he pulled her to her feet.
     He kissed her mouth again savagely, then laid her down on her
back on the bed, the way he wanted her to be.  Shivering with
excitement and lust, Fawn yielded completely to her brother.  She
lay 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 was uptilted and
gaping, totally vulnerable.  Instinctively, she knew that if he
wanted her this way it was so he could stand on the floor himself.
He would gain so much leverage that she was in for a ploughing,
piercing, skewering fuck from the huge pulsing purplish ramrod of
flesh he was now lowering between her thighs.
     She shuddered with the awful guilt of what they were doing.
But she submitted completely to his wishes.  His hard tanned
muscular body was so desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all
over him herself.
     She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his
enormous prick into her mouth.  And feel his hungry lips burrowing
hungrily in her simmering pussy.  She wanted to do everything!
Everything with him, before they got down to the actual fucking!
     But Eric's driving lust 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 they
both were shattered with coming.  Her body quivered out of
control.
     "Ohhhhh ... ah baby, oh Eric, we can't, we can't do this,
unnghhhh!  Oh god, suck me, baby!" she panted.
     His mouth dropped to her barely slackened tits and found her
sensitive nipples again, giving them long agonizing throat-sucks.
Fawn's fingers caressed his rock-hard cock where it bobbed in
readiness between her spread thighs.  She pulled it toward her
open cunt slit, aching to be filled by it.
     Eric stroked her trembling hips and steadied her crotch.  He
carefully lodged the swollen head of his prick in her squinchy
pussy-lips.  Then he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the
full length of the burning cock shaft into her.
     "Ahhhhhh ... nunnnunn, oh shit, ohhh shiiit, oh Eric, baby!
Oh yes ... yes yessss!"
     It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had
ever felt inside of her.  It was sunk deep in the pit of her hot
cunt, filling her up totally.  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 tits.  He put his lips against her ear.
     "Fawn ... Fawn!" he groaned in a husky whisper.
     "Yessss, oh yessss!" she answered, her body undulating of its
own accord under him.
     She knew he wanted to say more.  But both of them were so
overcome with hot lust that they couldn't speak.  All Fawn wanted
to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out
of her.
     "Fuck me, Eric," she murmured to him.  "Unhhh!  Oh god, yes!
Fuck me, baby, you can do anything to me, anything!  Unhhh!
Ohnngg!  Yes, ungghh!  God, yes, unghhh!"
     He brought long shuddering moans from her by drawing his long
prick slowly out of her smoldering cunt until the bulbous head of
it escaped, then sliding it slowly all the way in again.  But the
excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they were doing made it
impossible for them to go slowly for long.  And Eric had placed
her this way on the mattress for a purpose, she knew.
     Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor,
groaning and whimpering, their striving bodies writhing together.
Fawn clenched her thigh muscles and flung her cunt up into her
brother's hammering, piercing prick.  She gagged and squealed with
delight as she felt the huge, ravaging pole cram her throbbing
pussy to the splitting point.
     Oh Jesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it, never,
never! she thought over and over.
     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 tits up into his grinding chest.  She
gobbled his mouth with her own, whimpering against his teeth.
     "Ohhhhh, it's so good!" she panted.
     The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and
her body exploded into flames.  She had never felt this way.  She
screeched and clawed his back, moaning with guilty passion,
knowing it was her very own brother who was fucking her like this.
     She couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive
rearing cock, the biggest she had ever felt.  Stuffed with the
huge stalk, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly
with her cunt-muscles.  Eric moaned with pleasure, and Fawn felt
his strong fingers bite into the flesh of her back.
     "Ohhhhh, you're so good to me," she hummed, feeling the first
distant rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward
her.  "Sooooo good to me, so, good, so good, unngghh!  Unh!  Oh!
Oh Jesus, yes!  Do it hard to me, ohhh!  Angghhhh!"
     Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply
because he knew how to use it.  But now that she hung trembling on
the verge of coming, he ripped his cock up into her with growing
violence.  God, how could Danika ever give this up?  Fawn
wondered, delirious with hot pleasure.
     Stabbed to the quick by his hammering prick, she flung her
juicy cunt wildly up into his frantic thrusts, squealing and
raking his shoulders.  Her whole body throbbed and ached with
need.  God, fuck me, big brother, make me come.  Now, now!
     "Eric!  Oh baby, oh I'm going to come!" she panted, pumping
more and more wildly with her hips.  "Oh god, kiss me, please!
I'm going to ... oh kiss me, quick!  Unhhhh ..."
     She groped for his panting mouth with her own, snaking her
wanton tongue into it.  She died with fresh pleasure each time the
fierce spike of his prick buried itself in her clenching fuckhole.
She shrieked as it tore into her, then stiffened, grunting
helplessly as her body shuddered for release.
     Then she exploded in a hot blinding rush of coming.
Everything was obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of
her climax.  For a moment it even knocked the breath out of her.
Then she was screaming wildly.
     "Annngghhiiieeee!" she cried out, swarming up into him,
locking her thighs around his thrusting hips.  "Unnghghhh!  Oh
god, yes, yes!  Unnnngghgiiieeee!  Ohhhhhhhhh!"
     She couldn't stop coming, and she felt the hot spurts of
Eric's cum flooding her pussy a second later.  She heard his
choked moans, and felt every hard muscle in his driving body tense
into steel as he ploughed his erupting cock deep into her creaming
cunt slit.
     He crushed her body against his, squeezing her so roughly
that it hurt.  But she didn't want it to stop, ever!  Don't let me
go, don't stop fucking me! she wanted to beg him.  She knew, once
they let go of each other, how hard it would be to ever do this
again.  So they couldn't stop now.
     "No, don't let me go!" she whimpered as he began to draw his
cock out of her.  "No!"
     "Fawn, god, I've never had a fuck like that," he said, wiping
the sweat off his forehead, still panting softly.
     "Me neither," she said, kissing his cheek.  "Don't take it
out of me.  Fuck me again."
     He grinned.  "What do you think I am, a miracle?"
     "I mean rest a minute, then fuck me again.  I didn't get
enough the first time."
     He kissed her, and their tongues coiled passionately
together.  "I didn't either," he said, running his mouth down her
shoulder to her naked tits again.  "I know I'll never get enough
of you."
     Fawn nearly went into a swoon as he began tenderly to suck
her nipples again.  She knew they would never have another chance
like this one, and she gave herself up to it with total surrender.



                             Chapter 2

     "Eric," she whispered, "it was never like that for me before.
Never."
     He kissed her mouth 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 whispered shyly.  "So wrong.  I don't
know what got into us.  I just couldn't help myself.  I wanted you
so badly.  I still want you so much.  Isn't that awful?"
     "How could anything so good be awful?" he grinned, stroking
her throbbing tits until she began to squirm with growing desire.
     She knew he was right.  If it had thrilled her so much only
because he was her brother, there might be something to worry
about.  But no, he had fucked her like no man had ever fucked her
before.  That was something you had to feel grateful for, not
guilty.
     Fawn realized that they had to fuck again, they had to fuck
more than once.  Because if they parted now, tomorrow their shame
might overwhelm them.  They might never have this moment again!
She couldn't stand the thought of that.
     Already she could feel his huge prick swelling and throbbing
again in her fingers.  She rubbed it and stroked it, feeling it
grow stiff.  She rolled over on top of him, dangling her swollen
tits in his face.
     "Do you like my body?" she murmured as he sucked her soft,
bulbous left nipple into his mouth.
     "Ummmmmm," he nodded, trying to swallow it.
     Already Fawn was panting, writhing, pushing her upper body
down into his face.  He brought his hands up to her dangling tits,
and hungrily devoured them with his lips and teeth.  Fawn moaned
loudly, feeling her tits fill with heat, her nipples 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?" she asked,
feeling devilish.
     "Better, much better!" Eric panted, feeding her swollen,
hanging tits into his mouth.
     He buried his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut
pointing nipples.  Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching tits
down into his mouth.  Tight helpless cawing sounds came from deep
in her throat.
     "Ohhhhh ... do you like to suck my tits?"
     "Ummmmmm!"
     He was trying to swallow them.  Her cunt was hot and wet with
juice again.  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.
     "Ohhhhh ... Eric," she moaned.  "This time I'm going to fuck
you while you suck my tits, like this.  Oh!  Unh!  Like this,
ungh!  Oh!  Yes, yes!"
     She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of
his thick twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit.
Then she slid down on it, impaling herself on the stiff fucker.
Giddy with animalistic heat, she fucked down on his prick,
gyrating her hips.
     She squeezed his cock sharply again and again with the
muscles of her cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he
held her by her dangling tits, his fingers sinking into their
spongy resilience.  His lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight
fiery nipples crazy.
     Gasping, Fawn wriggled her saliva-wet tits down into his
face.  She pinched his long probing cock with her dripping,
velvety pussy.
     "Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped.  "Unnnh!
Eric?  Eric?  Oh baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"
     "God, yes!" Eric moaned.
     He clenched his muscles and slammed his prick up into her.
His fingers dug in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass.  His lips
tore at her bursting nipples.
     "Am I ... ohhhhhh 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!  Oh!  I'm
coming, baby!  Right now!"
     The combination of his hungry mouth mauling her tits and the
giant battering ram of his cock piercing her pussy had brought on
a climax before she expected it.  Shivering and whooping, she
ground her cunt down on his upthrusting prick and held on for dear
life.
     Her body was ripped to pieces by wave after delicious,
pummeling wave of hot coming.  Her orgasm never seemed to stop.
It just dipped and rose and wrenched her with ferocious paroxysms,
then subsided, then rose up again to bleed hot tremors out of her
shuddering flesh.
     She didn't know how long it took for Eric to come too.  But
he did, and he gripped her roughly, then tore up into her from the
bed.  He plunged his prick deeper into her than ever.  For the
first time she felt herself wincing with pain as the huge monster
skewered her cunt.
     "Ohhhhh owww!  Ouch!  Owwnnuugghhh!" she howled, her body
suddenly gripped by an even fiercer seizure of coming.
     She rode him and rode him, her body squirming and flipping
out of control.  But Eric held her tightly and buried his massive
cock in her time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her
seething guts out with it.  Fawn felt like he was pumping every
last drop of jism 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 spent lust.  They
gazed at each other, but no longer with guilt.
     They were too tired for that, Fawn realized.  She glanced at
the bedroom clock and saw that they had been fucking this time for
almost forty-five minutes.  Staci would be home soon.  She had to
get Eric out of there.
     Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes.  He kissed her
slowly, 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 swelling tits 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."
     But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that.
And after her initial hurt passed, Fawn began to understand why.
It wasn't so much the shame of what they had done.  No, it was
their raw, overpowering hunger for one another that they had to
fear.
     Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a burning,
gasping, uncontrollable fuck with anyone else.  They both sensed
that if they gave in completely to this blind thirst for each
other's bodies, they might burn one another up so quickly that the
whole thing would be over before they knew it.
     I couldn't stand that, Fawn thought.  Never having him again?
I just couldn't stand it.  I'd die first.
     But when a week had passed and still he had not tried to
contact her, she grew restless.  Part of it was that she felt
horny all the time.  She felt a kind of gnawing, aching horniness
that was so persistent it was almost embarrassing.
     She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men.
She wondered if they could smell the thick odors of her need, or
sense how wet and itchy her cunt always felt.  Or how her nipples
were now always half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra.  I
need him to suck me and fuck me, she thought.
     When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his
apartment and let him fuck her three times in rapid succession.
She came each time, and was still not satisfied.  This is just
ridiculous, she thought, feeling her body crawl with slow fires.
     I never felt like this before.  I don't know what's come over
me.  But I need him, I need him to fuck me.  Nobody else, just
Eric.  If this keeps up, I'm just going to go crazy.
     She didn't want to phone him.  The situation with Danika
might still be delicate.  Also, she didn't trust herself.  She
might blurt out over the phone that she needed him to fuck her.
     And what if he had patched things up with his wife?  That
thought started a hot intolerable pinching in her gut.  He would
feel guilty, he would swear to himself never to go to bed with his
sister again.  Fawn could feel herself making fists with
frustration as she thought of it.
     But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding
home from work had taken a short detour and was going through
Eric's neighborhood, she couldn't help jumping up and getting off.
Great!  Now what are you going to do? she asked herself.
     Resigning herself to the mad impulse, she walked directly to
his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses.
I just happened to be in the area, she rehearsed.  What I really
want to do is suck your big juicy cock, Eric.  And have you do
unimaginable things to every part of my body with it.  But I can't
say that.
     Instead of Eric, it was Danika who answered the door.  "Oh
hi, Fawn," she said glumly, her beautiful face looking wrung out
from days of crying.
     Fawn was shocked out of her reverie.  "I ... I," she
stammered.
     Danika gave her a bleak smile.  "I suppose you heard about
everything."
     "I ... Eric called me about a week ago and ... mentioned that
you two ..."
     Danika shrugged and opened the door wider.
     "Come on in."  She saw Fawn's reluctance.  "Don't worry, he's
not here.  You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty
fights."
     Not seeing any polite way to refuse, Fawn followed her
sister-in-law into the house.
     "Where is he?" she asked, trying not to betray any quiver of
disappointment.
     Danika pursed her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with
sadness.  "Who knows?  He said he was going away for a few days to
think."
     They sat in the living room.  Danika switched off the TV.
Fawn saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.
     "Let me get you one," Danika said nervously, seeing Fawn's
eyes on the pitcher.  "I'll get you a glass."
     "Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically.
     She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and
confused, so lonely.  Sitting here drinking martinis by herself
and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon.  And Danika seemed
defensive about it too.
     "I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she shouted from the
kitchen.  "I'm not just sitting here getting smashed all the
time."  She returned with another martini glass and poured a
cocktail for Fawn.  "In fact," she half-giggled, "I only had one.
So far.  And I waited till five o'clock.  Just being a good girl.
But I took a few days off from work, just because I was feeling so
bad.  Trying to get myself back together, you know.  But around
this time of day it gets a little hard.  You understand, don't
you?"
     "Of course," Fawn said.
     Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her
realize that she really didn't know much about the situation at
all.  She knew she had not listened very carefully to Eric.  She
had been too swept up in the mysterious urge to go to bed with
him.
     "You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika
said, briefly but genuinely embarrassed.  "I mean, it just seems
so silly to get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day."
     Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny
rosebuds all over it.  She had it buttoned up all the way to the
throat.  It was not a sexy garment at all, more like a little
girl's fluffy robe.  It completely concealed her body down to the
furry bedroom slippers on her feet.
     Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong.  Danika
certainly didn't seem like some kind of sexpot right now.  Instead
she was shy, and anxious, and sad and lonely.  Fawn found herself
filling with sympathy for her instead of the jealousy she had
expected to feel.
     "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Danika softly.
     "What's there to talk about?" Danika's eyes filled with quick
tears, but she blinked them back.  "I'm sure Eric told you what a
bitch I am."
     "Are you?"
     "I don't know," Danika sobbed quietly.  "I suppose I am."
     "Eric said you went to bed with his best friend."
     Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with
each deep sob.  "I was.  Fawn, I wish I could make somebody
understand.  I'm crazy about your brother, not the other guy.  But
for some reason I just couldn't help myself.  I don't know what
came over me, but I was just going crazy for this other guy all
the time.  I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped.
Nothing!"
     Fawn gulped down her martini, feeling her face grow hot.  She
felt herself blushing and saw her hands shaking.  Across from her
on the sofa Danika was biting her fist, choking on her soft sobs.
And Fawn knew that she herself was not blushing for Danika, but
for what she heard her sister-in-law saying, which was so close to
her own predicament.
     I understand, Danika, she thought.  I understand much more
than you think.
     "I couldn't stop myself!" Danika wept, her face streaked with
tears.
     "I know, I know," Fawn soothed her.
     "How can you know?  How can anybody know what it was like?"
     Fawn got up from her chair and went across the room.  She sat
next to Danika on the sofa.  She took one of Danika's shaking
hands between her own and cradled it.  Then she poured each of
them a fresh martini from the pitcher.
     "I know," she murmured to Danika.  "I just know, that's all.
You have to believe me."
     Danika gazed at Fawn through her tear-glistening eyes.  "You
mean something like that has happened to you?
     Fawn nodded, trying to control her shame.  If you only knew,
she thought.  If you only knew.  Danika smiled through her tears
with temporary relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her
head rested lightly on Fawn's shoulder.  She cried softly again.
     "Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better," she said in
a small voice.  "But it does, in a way."
     Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on the moist
smooth nape of Danika's neck, massaging her tenderly.  She
comforted the girl, drawing her even closer, until Danika was
nestled against her, sobbing quietly now into her shoulder.
     The salt smell of Danika's tears and the vulnerable warmth of
her body made Fawn feel somehow good.  She put her arms around
Danika, feeling strange unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at
the touch of Danika's tear-strained cheek against her bare neck.
     "It's okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her
back through the quilted bathrobe.  "Sometimes these things just
happen."
     Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn.  Her eyes were
strangely murky with unmasked questions through the film of hot
tears.  Fawn pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead,
giving her a lingering, reassuring kiss there.  Then, without
really knowing what she was doing, she lowered her lips to
Danika's eyes, kissing away the tears.
     Then her lips fell to the girl's tear-wet cheeks.  And when
Danika raised her mouth slightly, and Fawn's lips found it,
everything seemed so warm and natural that they were deep into the
kiss before either of them knew it.  Danika's lips parted as
Fawn's tongue slipped into her mouth.
     Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own.  She
sizzled with excitement and desire as their embrace grew tighter.
Their hands groped urgently for each other's flesh through the
fabric of their clothes.  When their mouths finally came apart,
Fawn found Danika's big dark eyes shining, staring at her.
     "What are we doing?" Danika asked in a whisper.
     "I don't know," Fawn shook her head.
     But this time she shut her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure as
Danika's lips touched hers again.  She held the girl's body
tightly, feeling Danika's hands rubbing her back through her thin
blouse.
     This time they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more
urgency.  When the kiss broke off they were both gasping.  They
gazed at each other, their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and
nervous.
     "I've never done that," Danika said, looking down bashfully.
"I mean, never kissed a woman."
     "Neither have I," Fawn whispered back.
     "I want to do it again."
     "I do too.  But ... what if we don't stop?"
     We might as well face it right now, Fawn thought.  We know
where we're heading.  We shouldn't be cute about it.  God, she
thought, god!  I never thought anything like this would ever
happen to me!
     "Do you want to stop?" Danika asked shyly.
     Fawn shook her head.
     She closed her eyes and felt Danika's lips on her neck,
dipping down to her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth
again.  This time instead of merely kissing they devoured each
other, their mouths and tongues thirsty with passion, their bodies
squirming together on the sofa.
     Fawn knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and
Eric, was her and Danika.  But her sister-in-law's searching mouth
and probing, snaking wet tongue drove her wild with excitement.
But I don't care! she thought.  I don't care about anything!  I
just want her!  I want her so bad!
     She slipped one hand between the buttons of Danika's robe and
found her loose tits.  They were warm and smooth and spongy
against her rubbing palm.  Danika's nipples were tantalizingly
soft and swollen as she cupped them gently with her fingers.
     Danika sighed.  She moaned against Fawn's teeth, and sucked
her lower lip.  Her eyelids fluttered, and she whispered huskily,
"Are we going to do it?  Are we really going to?"
     Instead of answering her, Fawn withdrew her hand and rapidly
began to unbutton the robe.  She exposed Danika's firm lovely
round tits, lowering her mouth to the first wide brownish nipple
that popped into view.  She flicked it with her tongue, and licked
the soft bud that was already flecked with tiny excited bumps.
     Then she sucked the whole thing between her lips, swirling
her tongue around it, feeling it stiffen and point.  She had never
had her mouth on a woman's tit before, but she felt no shame or
guilt, only warmth and passion.
     She cupped Danika's firm luscious tits in her hands, admiring
their almost perfect roundness.  She filled her palms with the
smooth globes, feeling the blood bead in her throat as she closed
her lips again and again over the erect, throbbing nipples.
     Danika sank into the sofa cushions, tossing her head,
mewling, smiling dreamily and moaning.  Fawn's lips and tongue and
teeth plucked and pulled at her taut pulsing nipples.  Hers must
be more sensitive than mine, Fawn thought, excited by the way
Danika squirmed and moaned under her mouth.
     And baby, your tits are so beautiful! she thought.  I don't
even want to go anywhere else, I just want to stay here and suck
you and drive you crazy like this.  Fawn twisted and pinched the
thick springy wet nipples with her fingers, and Danika writhed,
and cried out, her lovely face contorted with pleasure.
     "Oh Jesus!  Ohhhhhhh, Fawn, it's never been so good," Danika
gasped.  She opened her eyes and stared hotly at Fawn.  "I want to
take your clothes off."
     Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton
Fawn's blouse faster than it could be done.
     "Not so fast," Fawn said, helping with the buttons herself.
     "I want it fast," Danika panted.
     Fawn slipped her blouse off her shoulders and reached behind
to unfasten her bra.  "But we can have it slow," she whispered.
"As slow as we like."
     But Danika's eyes were swimming with lust.  "I want it fast!
I want you quick, before we change our minds."
     Fawn watched Danika's eyes widen as she slipped the bra
straps off her arms and her naked tits came into view.  She sighed
as the girl reached out to touch them.
     "They're so white against your tan," Danika murmured,
squeezing Fawn's tingling nipples with her fingers.  "Oh Fawn, I
thought that thing I did with Eric's friend was the most exciting
thing that ever happened to me, but it wasn't.  This is!  I've
never felt anything like this!"
     "Oh baby, I haven't either, I never have," Fawn sighed.
"Ohhhhh ... ohhhhhh!"
     She couldn't restrain the moans that came from her throat as
Danika lowered her head and began softly licking and sucking her
sensitive nipples.  Now it was Fawn's turn to shut her eyes and
enjoy for the first time another woman's ingenious mouth on her
tits.  They ached and pulsed as Danika rubbed and squeezed, and
pulled with her soft wet lips on Fawn's thick rosy nipples.
     Both of them were now gasping, writhing, hot with lust.  Fawn
slipped her arms around Danika's bare back and pulled the panting
girl against her.  Their firm naked tits mashed and squirmed
together, her own tight nipples still wet with Danika's warm
saliva.
     She burrowed her searching tongue into Danika's ear.  She
stroked the smooth silky flesh of the girl's back, kissed and
gently bit her long creamy neck, humming low senseless husky
sounds, murmuring into her sister-in-law's hair.
     "I want to fuck you," she murmured.  "I want to fuck you,
ohhhhh I want to fuck you ..."
     Danika, almost breathless with lust, slid down Fawn's
trembling body.  She tore at the belt of Fawn's skirt, then
reached behind and unzipped it.
     "Fawn, I want all of you," she gasped.  "All of you, quick!"
     She peeled Fawn's skirt down her long golden legs in one
rapid movement.  Next came her panties.  Now Fawn was completely
naked, shivering with anticipation.  Trying to control her shaking
body, she watched Danika slip out of her half-open bathrobe and
skim her lace panties down her tawny thighs.
     Then she took the girl back into her arms.  Both of them were
keening and moaning now as their smooth supple bodies coiled
together.  Fawn ran her hands down Danika's silky back to her ass,
squeezing her asscheeks and running her finger up and down the
warm crack between them.
     Hot tremors seized her body as she tried to relax, to yield
herself to the pleasure of Danika's mouth and hands, which were
exploring every inch of her naked flesh.  Danika's mouth
descended, kissing her ribs and her flat satiny stomach.
     "Ohhhhhhhh god, let's go in on the bed, baby!" she moaned.
"I can't move enough here."
     "Okay, but hurry," Danika nodded.
     They got up from the sofa and went quickly to the bedroom.
Fawn shut the door behind them while Danika went to the bed and
stripped off the covers.  Fawn embraced her again, standing at the
edge of the bed.  They stroked each other, then sank slowly down
onto the cool sheet, coiling together with smoldering sensuality.
     "Ohhhhh now ... now," Fawn murmured, running her hands all
over the warm trembling smoothness of Danika's curvy body.  "I
love your body, I love it.  You're so beautiful.  Now we can fuck
..."
     "I've never done this, Fawn," Danika said, staring at her
solemnly.
     "Neither have I," Fawn said.
     She scooped up Danika's round tits and slurped the wide brown
nipples again with her tongue.  Danika swarmed all over her with
hot lust.  They were clumsy and awkward, but full of aching need.
But Danika quickly dipped her face between Fawn's spread thighs.
Fawn was convulsed with pleasure as she felt the girl's lips on
her wet crack.
     "Unnhhhh oh!  Oh God, ahhhhhhh!" she gasped, her hips jumping
and gyrating as Danika's tongue rooted in her fuck slit.
     At first she groped for Danika's head feverishly, but soon
she yielded her body totally to the girl.  Her flesh shuddered and
rippled with flame as Danika's mouth searched and probed her hot,
wet pussy.  When Danika's tongue rasped against her swollen clit
she could only writhe and pant, bucking her hips uncontrollably,
thrusting her soupy cunt up into the invading mouth of her sister-
in-law.
     She clamped Danika's head in her churning thighs and squeezed
it, trying to bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that
ripped through her quaking body.  Danika's tongue stabbed her
aching, dripping pit, and Fawn rolled helplessly on her back,
groaning as her climax approached.
     It happened more quickly than she had expected.  Suddenly it
welled up inside her and broke.
     "Oh honey ... Danika, oh!  God, I'm going to come!  Oh!"  The
spasms wracked her.  "Unnhhiieeeeee!" she screamed.
     The orgasm ripped her apart.  Shuddering and panting
uncontrollably, she tossed on the sheet as it wrenched her with
shock after shock.
     Only seconds after the explosion of her own climax she was
devouring Danika too.  Nestled between the girl's thighs, she
licked Danika's puffy slick cunt-lips and slipped her tongue into
the girl's puckered pussy.
     "Aauuunnghhhh ... oh do it fast, Fawn!  Fast, please!" Danika
gasped wildly.  "Hard and fast, please!"
     Danika's splayed pussy was shiny with juice.  Her cunt-lips
were swollen and engorged with hot blood.  Her hips rose and
flipped and bounced spasmodically.  Fawn pressed her mouth into
the girl's creaming cunt slit, jabbing her tongue deep into the
tangy wet fuck channel.
     She had never had her mouth on a woman's cunt before, but she
rooted in Danika's delicious pussy with her tongue, bringing yelps
of pleasure from Danika's throat.  Danika's mewling and
whimpering, and the helpless writhing and rolling of her lovely
body, jacked up Fawn's lust to higher and higher levels.
     Moaning with crazy lust, she devoured Danika's shimmering red
cunt-lips, licking the delectable mushy, wet folds from top to
bottom, sucking Danika's pussy-lips into her mouth.  She tongue-
jabbed the girl wildly, and sucked Danika's swollen clit until
Danika thrashed madly, her hips bucking and surging.
     "Unnnnn ... nnnunnn!" Danika groaned, delirious with need.
     Fawn sucked and tongue-raped the girl's flooding pussy,
swallowing the buttery juices.  Danika's small curvy body flipped
and writhed out of control.  Fawn grasped at her flexing thighs,
at her gyrating, jerking hips, trying to hold her steady.  She dug
her fingers into Danika's round asscheeks, and Danika whinnied
with pleasure.
     "Oh god, god yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth.
"Squeeze me, squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits!  Aunngghhhh!  God,
it drives me crazy!"
     Her strong thighs clamped Fawn's head tightly in her wet
crotch.  She moaned and pumped, shoving her pussy up into Fawn's
mouth.  Fawn slid her hands up to the girl's jiggling, hard-
nippled tits and caught them, squeezing them hard.
     Danika began to come.  Her body strained and flipped as the
hot spasms wrenched her.
     "Annnugghhh!  Yaiieeee!" she screamed, her hips jerking
crazily as the climax poured through her.  "Annghiieeee!"
     When it was over, Fawn slid up her moist body and kissed her
mouth again.  She held Danika's body tightly against hers, rubbing
their naked tits together, still stroking Danika's throbbing cunt
with one hand.  Danika's hand dropped to Fawn's crotch and
caressed her wet pussy too.
     "You know what we've done," she murmured to Fawn.  "We'll
never be able to stop now."
     "Do you want to stop?" Fawn asked, scissoring Danika's clit
between two fingers, giving it a twist.
     "Ahhhhh!" Danika sighed, her eyes rolling up.  "No, no
never!" she said.
     "Is anybody coming over tonight?  Do you have plans?"
     "No," Danika panted, becoming aroused again.
     "Then why don't we have another martini, and eat a little
something, then settle back for an all-night fuck," Fawn
suggested.  "How does that sound?"
     Danika bit her lower lip.  Her eyes were flooding again with
fresh desire.  "God, I don't know if I can wait that long," she
said.



                             Chapter 3

     Fawn stayed the night.  She and Danika didn't fall asleep
until midnight.  By that time they were so exhausted and sore from
fucking that they could barely drag themselves into the bedroom.
     They had done as Fawn had suggested, having another martini,
then dinner.  Then they had put on some music and danced naked for
one another, but quickly fell to hot, feverish fucking again on
the living room carpet.  It didn't seem that either one could get
enough of the other.
     Each girl knew how to make the other come, either in quick,
explosive bursts, or in long shimmering undulations that left them
each gasping with bliss.  Humming, panting, moaning, they slumped
to the carpet in the center of the living room floor with the
candlelight flickering golden shadows over their naked flesh.
     "I'll just never get enough of your gorgeous body," Fawn
murmured, sliding her lips down Danika's smooth flesh, devouring
her sister-in-law's dark glimmering nipples.
     Within seconds, they had squirmed into position for sixty-
nine.  Danika was flat on her back on the carpet with Fawn
crouched over her, pushing her throbbing tits into the girl's
smooth heaving belly.  She dipped her tongue eagerly into the
tangy splayed seam of Danika's runny cunt.
     She could feel Danika's arms encircling her hips, clasping
her ass, drawing her pussy down.  Danika's hot slithery tongue
slid up into her own aching pussy.  Danika's hungry lips plucked
at her swollen clit.
     She writhed and dug her fingers into Danika's clenching
asscheeks, burying her mouth in the girl's sopping wet slit.  They
squirmed hotly together, groaning and thrashing with need.  Their
hot shuddering bodies were welded together with coming, and the
shattering spasms wracked them again and again.
     After dinner they took a bath together, and while Fawn was
lathering Danika's voluptuous tawny body she dropped one hand
underwater and found the girl's tender pussy slit.  Her other hand
slid over Danika's slippery tits, and she finger-fucked her
moaning sister-in-law until the sobs of Danika's orgasm were
reverberating off the bathroom tiles.
     Drying off Fawn's body after the bath, Danika stooped and
pried apart Fawn's moist asscheeks and ran her tongue up and down
the crack of Fawn's ass until Fawn was shivering and whimpering
with unaccustomed delights.  At the same time, Danika slid two
fingers up into Fawn's cunt.  She kept licking Fawn's asscrack,
and reaching up with one hand to tweak Fawn's damp, excited
nipples, while her fingers plunged quickly up and down in Fawn's
boiling pussy.
     Fawn's knees grew so weak that she had to grab a towel rack
to keep from falling.  But she spread her feet and thighs, and
pressed her cheek against the tiled wall.  She sucked her bottom
lip as she gyrated her hips down into Danika's fast-flying hand.
And she came standing up, gagging joyously on the sharp sensations
that gripped her trembling body.
     After that they returned to the bedroom and lay down on the
bed, sharing a joint.  This time when their lust returned it was
languorous and slow.  They calmly stroked and nibbled one another,
and sucked and kissed one another's bodies.  The joy came from
bleeding slow excruciating orgasms out of each other.
     At times they dozed, coiling together, letting their
exhausted bodies rest.  But soon they would find themselves
kissing again lazily, then not so lazily.  Soon Fawn would find
herself whooping through still another killer climax.  She would
swarm over Danika's palpitating flesh until she too was whimpering
again in the throes of another hot, throbbing orgasm.
     By midnight there was nothing they could do but sleep, they
were so tired.  But in the morning when they awoke it was the same
thing all over again.  They each climaxed twice before even
getting out of bed.
     "My god," Fawn sighed against Danika's naked swollen tits,
"we've got to stop this."
     "I know, I know," Danika sighed back.  "I never knew anything
like this was possible."
     In the kitchen Danika made her a cup of coffee, since Fawn
had to go to work.  But even after all the fucking they had done,
they still didn't want to part.
     "You could ... call in sick," Danika said, licking her
sensual lower lip.
     Fawn shook her head.  "We can't let it get control of us like
this."
     "No, I guess you're right," Danika said glumly.  She went
over to Fawn and took the coffee cup out of her hand, kissing
Fawn's mouth thirstily.  "But you have to promise me something."
     She slipped one hand under Fawn's skirt, caressing her inner
thighs.  Her fingers came up and pressed against the gauzy fabric
of Fawn's panties, already wet with pussy-juice.
     "Ohhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned.  "What do want me to promise?"
     "We have to do it again," Danika breathed.  "I don't think I
could stand it if I never got to suck with you again."
     "I know.  I feel that way too," Fawn whispered.  "But what
about Eric?"
     Fawn was gripped by a sudden shock of guilt.  She had not
only fucked her own brother, but her brother's wife too.
     "Screw Eric," Danika said.  "Just let me fuck you and suck
you and I'll never think about him again."
     Fawn was late for work.  She disengaged herself gently from
Danika.
     "I have to go.  Oh baby, I have to go.  But soon, soon.  I'll
call you.  We'll do it again, soon.  I promise."
     But in the coming days Fawn thought it over carefully.  Only
now that she was away from them both could she see how totally
wrong it had been.  All right, so it had been fantastic.  She had
never experienced anything as good as fucking with Eric, then with
Danika.
     God help me, she thought, just think what it would be like to
be in bed with them both at the same time!  I wouldn't be able to
stand it.  I'd go crazy.  It would just be one killing orgasm
after another.  Oh god, I can't let myself think that way, I just
can't!
     Sure, it had been fantastic.  But that was nothing compared
to the fear she suddenly had of this insatiable hunger in her
body.  Never before had she felt such hot, continuous lust as she
felt for those two.  Never before had she had so many wild orgasms
as she had gone through in their arms.
     She knew that merely being in a room with either of them now
would make her willpower totally evaporate.  She would become a
hot whimpering jelly of uncontrollable fuck-hunger.  It was
dangerous, and humiliating.  It was like being in their power, and
not having anything to say about it herself.
     They could fuck her, rape her, do anything to her, and all
she would want was more, more, more!  She couldn't let that
happen.  So for nearly two weeks she went without any sex at all.
And during that time she tried to put both Eric and Danika
completely out of her mind.
     She even tried to put her boyfriend Jeff out of her mind too,
even though he was obviously hurt and bewildered by her coolness.
To her, he was just an irrelevance since he could never be for her
the lover that Eric and Danika had been.
     But Jeff was persistent.  He wouldn't give up easily.  He
demanded that she explain her rejection of him.
     "It has nothing to do with you," she said to him one evening
when he dropped her home from work.
     "It doesn't?" he snapped.  "Then I'd sure like to know what
it has to do with."
     "Never mind.  It's just not you, that's all.  You'll just
have to trust me.  I'm telling the truth."
     Her roommate Staci was home too, bustling around the kitchen.
Fawn didn't want to discuss it in her presence.
     "I guess I'll have to," Jeff snapped again.  "I'm sure not
getting satisfied in any other way."
     "Oh Jeff, all you think about is screwing," Fawn said.  "It
won't hurt you to take a little rest from it for a while."
     "That sounds easy for you to say," he said.  "Are you sure
you're not getting it somewhere else?  If you're going to be so
honest ..."
     "I'm telling the truth!  Are you calling me a liar?"
     Staci came into the room, and that made them both twice as
nervous and irritable.  Fawn's roommate was very attractive, tall
and red-headed, with pale translucent skin and a high perky ass
that never failed to draw men's glances.  Fawn knew Jeff would
like to screw her.  Any man would.
     "You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Staci said, with
a mischievous smile.  "Would you like me to leave or something, so
you can kiss and make up?"
     "Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Staci," Jeff said.
"Then Fawn can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice
cubes and finally be happy."
     "I don't care," Fawn sniffed, acting aloof, but sulking and
smoldering with jealousy.  "Go ahead, I don't care."
     "Look, you two, this is idiotic," Staci said.  She grabbed
her purse and her coat from the armchair by the door.  "I'm going
out.  I have a few things to do.  I'll probably be gone about an
hour."
     "You don't have to leave, Staci," Fawn said nervously.
     For a brief moment she felt as if she would rather have the
fight that was going on than the sex that was probably inevitable
if Staci left.
     "Oh yes I do," Staci smiled.  "Yes.  Yes I do."
     She shut the door behind her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.
     With Staci gone, Fawn became resigned.  If the poor guy
wanted to fuck her, then she would let him fuck her.  After all,
she couldn't deny that she liked him.  She'd been going with him a
long time.  They'd had good moments together.
     Certainly Jeff couldn't help it if Eric and Danika had
somehow got into her life and screwed up all her feelings, making
her realize things about her body she had never known before.
Besides, she had to admit to herself that she was a little horny,
too.  It had been a while.
     Suddenly she found herself thinking of his cock.  During the
past two weeks she had been mostly thinking about Danika, and the
hot lesbian fucking they had done.  The fuck with Eric was always
in the back of her mind too, but more worrisome to her was the
wild intensity of her night with her sister-in-law.
     She worried about what it might mean.  It was not pleasant to
think she might really be a lesbian at heart.  Could that be true?
She refused to think it.  Now, as she found herself thinking about
Jeff's cock for the first time in weeks, she realized that here
was a way to test herself.  She walked over to him, suddenly all
pliant and warm, and offered him her mouth.  She even slithered
her tongue between his teeth almost before he could embrace her.
He kissed her back, and dug his fingers into her springy ass
through her skirt.  He mumbled against her searching, moving lips.
     "I don't know what's going on with you, baby."
     "Ohhhhh, do you have to?  Do you have to?" she murmured back,
quickly reaching down and unzipping his fly.
     She could feel the thick gristly stalk of his hot prick
thumping against her fingers through the thin cotton of his
shorts.
     "I don't have to, but I'd like to," Jeff panted.
     "What else would you like to do?"
     Swiftly she dipped both hands under the elastic band of his
shorts and dug deep.  She twirled his big soft balls gently in her
fingers, then stroked the hot pulsing shaft of his cock.
     "Never mind, don't answer that," she murmured.
     She sank to her knees and groped with his belt buckle.  In
one swift motion Jeff pulled her sweater over her head.  His eager
hands found the bare tanned skin of her back and shoulders, his
fingers scrabbling for the catch of her bra.  But before he could
unfasten it she had pulled his pants and his shorts down around
his ankles.  Her fast hungry mouth was all over his red twitching
prick.
     "Right here?" Jeff gasped.
     "Right here."
     Fawn clasped his hips and pulled him down onto the living
room floor.  She took his fat prick all the way into her mouth
until the swollen bulb on the end of it nudged the back of her
throat.  Then she drew her lips slowly up the throbbing ripply
fuck-stalk until she got to the ridge below his flaring cockhead.
She lip-pinched it, and stroked the sensitive skin with her
tongue.
     Jeff's whole body strained with pleasure.  He groaned,
holding her head in both hands.  Fawn took his pulsing cock out of
her mouth and licked it, bathing it in warm spit.
     "Ohhhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I, baby," she cooed.
"So mean, so mean.  But I won't be mean now.  Do you want me to
drink your cum?"
     "Unnngghh," Jeff grunted softly, too aroused to speak.
     He still had on his shirt, and his shoes.  His ankles were
trapped in the crumpled cloth of his pants, so that only his tense
legs and hips and his big blood-thundering cock were exposed to
her.  And that was just what Fawn wanted.
     She wanted to mouth-rape him.  She wanted his prick.  She
wanted to cradle it in her hands and lick it and swallow it.  His
fingers clasped at her bare neck and shoulders, tugging
frantically at the straps of her bra.  But she squirmed away and
devoured his stiff hot fuck-rod so eagerly that he could do
nothing but fall back and moan and thrust up into her busy mouth.
     His wet prick pulsed with crazy hot urgent life in her hands.
She stroked it from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked his
balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, swirling her lips
over them.
     "Oh, I'm going to find out if you've been a naughty boy," she
murmured, slurping and swallowing the juice that leaked from the
purplish head of his cock.  "How close are you, baby?  Close?"
She dove on his jumping fuck-shaft.  "Have you been sticking it in
someone else?"
     "Oh Jesus, Fawn" Jeff moaned.  "You're so good!"
     His firm strong hands held her by the sides of the head now,
holding her mouth steady.  He drove his raging cock up into her
throat, making Fawn gag and sputter with eager lust.
     She loved doing it to him.  Her own body flushed with
coursing waves of heat.  She could feel the juices of her sizzling
cunt wetting her panties, feel her thighs shaking and clenching
involuntarily.  Her nipples were erect inside the cups of her bra.
She sighed and whimpered, pushing her naked midriff against his
jerking, hairy knees.
     Oh Jeff!  Squirt it into me, feed me with it!  After you come
you have to fuck me, you have to rape me!  You can do anything you
want to me, baby!  But right now I'm going to suck it out of you!
Oh yes, oh yes!  Are you ready?  Have you been saving a big load
just for me?  Let me have it, then!  Now, baby, now!
     She laced her fingers around the pumping red stalk of his
prick, sucking him wildly.  His cock grew even stiffer, hard as
granite.  She felt it extend and point, felt his whole body grow
painfully taut.  She felt the rough strength of his hands shoving
her head down.  His prick rammed viciously into her throat, and
Fawn gobbled it insanely, sucking it with rabid intensity.
     "Aaowwnngg!  Unngg." Jeff cried out as the cum exploded into
Fawn's mouth.
     She drank the warm viscous river of his cum as it poured down
her throat, and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers.
She squeezed his balls and sucked again and again the spurting
head of his jerking prick.  Jeff groaned and thrashed around on
his back, up-fucking into her throat, wincing and trembling as the
last ounce of his jism hurtled up to sluice her waiting tongue.
     When he was finished, and his cock began to go limp in her
mouth, she slithered up his body to kiss his cheek.  "Was it worth
waiting for?" she asked coyly.
     "That was worth anything," he gasped.
     "I don't know what came over me."
     "I don't either, but I hope it comes over you again."
     "I've been feeling so sexy, so horny lately.  That's why I
was so reluctant, I guess ..."
     "You don't have to explain, Fawn," Jeff said, sitting up and
reaching around her back to unfasten her bra.
     "No," she said, still coy, pulling away before he could
unclasp it.
     "What do you mean, no?"
     "Let's do it on the bed."
     He grinned.  "I don't care where we do it, as long as we do
it."
     She jumped up and did a seductive pirouette in front of him,
showing him her long, bronzed, shapely legs.  She smiled, grinding
her hips suggestively.
     "I want you to fuck me in a special way."
     She pranced off toward the bedroom.  Jeff scrambled to his
feet, disengaging them from his crumpled trousers.  His limp ropy
prick began to thicken and swell again between his thighs.  He
stripped off his shirt and followed her.
     "What do you mean, in a special way?"
     "You'll see," Fawn said.
     She shut the bedroom door and submissively turned her back to
him, finally presenting the clasp of her bra.  An idea had
occurred to her.  She knew that Jeff's prick wasn't as big as
Eric's.  Not many were that gigantic.  So maybe the glorious
fucking that Eric had given her hadn't been caused by the hot
shame and delicious guilt they both had felt?
     She wanted Jeff to fuck her in the same way Eric had, with
her ass perched on the edge of the bed and their feet on the
floor.  Then she could get the same sensation of being absolutely
split open and ripped to pieces by his hammering, driving prick.
She was already pulsing with lust from drinking Jeff's cum, hot
with fuck-need.  If only he would fuck her with as much authority
as Eric had done, half her problems would be solved.
     She was hot and trembling with anticipation and she mewled
and shivered as Jeff removed her bra.  He cupped her smooth,
excited tits with his hands from behind.  He kissed the nape of
her neck and the skin along her shoulders.  Goosebumps broke out
all over Fawn.
     Her cunt was wet with warm, buttery fluids.  "Jeff, honey,
you can do anything to me," she moaned, feeling his hungry lips on
her neck, his fingers tugging her aching nipples.
     "I will, I will," he panted.
     Soft and pliant, she let him turn her around.  He unzipped
her skirt and slid his hands under the gauze of her panties,
squeezing her ass.  Fawn moaned, shuddering softly.  It was going
to be like it had been before, she knew it!  She wanted to be
fucked like that again.
     Her eager hands raced to his cock, grasping and squeezing it.
But he was in control now, not her, and he skimmed her panties off
and placed her on her back on the bed.  His hands and mouth went
to her throbbing, swollen nipples, then down her long sleek belly,
down farther, sliding into the wet pit of her crotch.
     With his fingers, he drew open the slick outer lips of her
flowing pussy.  He kissed it hotly, then stabbed his tongue into
her burning cunt until she was nearly climbing the walls with
need.
     Fawn was writhing and seething with uncontrollable lust.  But
she had to make him fuck her in the same way, Eric's way.  She had
to!
     "Ohhhhhh, god, oh yes, Jeff!" she panted.  "Unhhhh!  God,
it's good, yessss!"
     She writhed and moaned, rubbing her hot quivering body all
over with her hands, loving every delicious sensation he tongued
to life in her wet pussy.  Rolling and tossing wildly on the bed,
she clasped his head between her silky thighs.  Her own frantic
hands squeezed her aching tits and nipples.
     She was already coming in light fast skimming tremors as he
tongued and sucked her clit.  Delirious with pleasure, she lost
all thought of having him fuck her the way Eric had.  Her body ran
with fire.  When Jeff finally loomed up over her she stared deep
into his eyes.
     He hooked one of her legs in each of his arms and pressed
them back so that her knees nearly touched her shoulders.  Fawn
shivered with excitement.  Her body was bent almost in half.  Her
heels flailed helplessly in the air above his head.  The whole wet
glistening red seam of cunt-flesh in her crotch was splayed and
puckering.
     She had never been fucked this way.  Arrows of fear zipped
through her as she felt her body cramped, bent double, so that she
could barely breathe.  The tops of her thighs mashed into her own
spiky nipples and crushed down on her tits as Jeff rose over her.
He plunged the shaft of his prick so deep into her slippery
channel that she squealed with hot shocks of surprise.
     "Aaieeeeee!" she screamed.  "Ohhhh!  Unhhh!  Oh god, yessss!
Unh!  Unh!"
     Her bent body acted like a living spring as he rammed his
cock fiercely in and out of her.  Jeff fucked her so furiously
that Fawn thought the bed might break under them.  It rocked and
shook and creaked.  She gasped for breath each time he rose off
her, then felt the air squeezed out of her lungs again with the
down-thrusting hard spike of his cock.
     Jeff locked his strong arms behind her neck, grunting and
ramming her full of his prick.  He rose even higher up over her,
lifting his knees off the mattress and digging his feet into it.
Then he bounced up and down on the resilient spring her body made,
drilling his cock deep into her burbling pussy.
     He had never fucked Fawn with such grinding, merciless fury.
He ripped her creaming pussy, reaming and piercing her into a
torment of wild pleasure with his savage thrusts.  He dug it into
her and she squealed with bliss.
     Then he lifted his hips and jabbed it into her again.  Again
she squealed.  She found that she could flex her thighs and hips
in rhythm with his sharp, hammering plunges.  Jeff rose up out of
her, and Fawn clenched her legs muscles and wiggled her ass in a
wild frenzy, pinching the head of his cock with her wet clasping
cunt.
     Then she yielded and moaned as his hard, driving body slammed
down onto her again.  It pinned her knees back against her
shoulders, mashing her aching tits, squashing the air from her
lungs.  His fiery prick pierced to the bottom of her exploding
fuck slit.
     Fawn began to come in gigantic rolling bursts.  The wrenching
explosions tore through her thrashing body.
     "Unnowwnnnggg!  Oongghh!" she howled, clawing his back as he
continued to dig in her spasming fuckhole with his stabbing prick.
"Unngghh!  Unnoowwnnggg!  Ahhhiieee!"
     Suddenly the fierce iron drill of his prick began to erupt
too.  "Unggungghhh!  Aggggh!" Jeff grunted, almost splitting her
cunt with new, savage, jerking thrusts.
     The hot thick jets of his jism spewed into her spasming pit,
bathing it with hot sharp squirts of cum.  Gasping and trembling
with fatigue, they finally came to rest.  Fawn was still pinned
and bent double under him.  Jeff's still-twitching prick was still
sunk deep inside her tingling cunt.
     She held his head in her quivering hands, kissing him
feverishly as the intense ecstasies subsided.
     "Jeff, why didn't you ever do that to me before?" she gasped.
     In the back of her mind she was thinking that if only he'd
fucked her that way long ago she might never have got involved in
fucking with her own brother.  Jeff withdrew his sagging cock from
her dripping pussy and climbed off her.
     "Live and learn," he grinned.  "I never knew you'd like it."
     Fawn drew him down on the bed beside her and held him,
stroking the shredded flesh of his shoulders where her fingernails
had torn the skin.
     "I thought your prick was going to go all the way through me
and come out the other side," she said.
     "Did I hurt you?"
     "Not at all.  I loved it.  I have half a mind to hold out on
you again, just so I can get you to rape me that way every time."
     "Every time?" Jeff laughed.  "Jesus, we'll kill each other."
     She coiled her body around his, feeling kittenish, nuzzling
his neck with her warm lips.  "Ummmmm, but what a lovely way to
go."



                             Chapter 4

     The wild intensity of her fuck with Jeff encouraged Fawn.
Somehow, she felt, it took most of the pressure of her guilt off
her.  After being fucked by her brother Eric, she had wondered if
another man would ever be able to satisfy her again.
     That confusion had made it easier for her to go to bed with
Danika, her first and only lesbian experience.  And the shattering
ecstasies of their fucking had scared her even more than screwing
Eric had.  But now, with Jeff, she had learned that her body was
capable of excruciating pleasures that had nothing to do with the
shame she felt over going to bed with her brother and sister-in-
law.
     The only thing that still disturbed her was that she seemed
to have reached a new level of sexual pleasure.  She had always
enjoyed sex.  But after she let her brother fuck her, everything
changed.  She had to have it.  She hated even to think of the word
"nymphomaniac" in relation to herself.  But sometimes it was
almost impossible to avoid.
     Could I really be one? she wondered.  She found herself
craving sex all the time.  She wanted to be fucked all the time.
It was a hot, throbbing, aching need in her.  She knew others must
be able to see the hunger in her eyes.
     She was afraid to look at them for fear they would think she
was a nympho, as she was beginning to fear she was.  How can I be
that? she asked herself.  I never was one before.  You can't just
turn into one over night, can you?
     In bed with Jeff she began to swarm over him, biting and
scratching him, shrieking with passion as the orgasm shattered
her.  He even tried to act like he loved it.  And he probably did
love it most of the time.  Still, she knew it scared him, this
writhing, half-demented intensity that suddenly overcame her every
time she fucked.
     As a way of controlling herself, to prove to herself that she
really wasn't a nympho after all, she tried self-discipline.  She
made excuses to Jeff, who was only too glad to get a little rest.
She kept busy working, writing letters, cleaning house, washing
dishes, swimming.
     But whenever Staci was gone from the apartment, Fawn would
lie down on the sofa or the bed and quickly finger-fuck herself
into hot gasping tremors of coming.  Her cunt always seemed so
juicy and ready.  Her clit was always so swollen and tender.  She
never failed to come like a string of firecrackers going off the
moment she plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack.
     Almost a month had passed.  She had heard nothing from Eric
or Danika.  She had not been disturbed by it at first.  She knew
they could not avoid feeling the same guilt she had felt, and the
confusion.  But as time went on, she began to wonder why neither
of them had tried to contact her.
     Could they have gotten back together?  If so, that should, as
part of the family, make her happy.  But it didn't.  She knew she
didn't want them to get back together.  She wanted them apart.
She wanted to fuck with each of them again.  The desire was
overwhelming.
     Coming home early from work one day, mulling all this over in
her mind, she found herself unaccountably thinking of Danika.  Her
body grew hot and her cunt wet as she was climbing the stairs to
her apartment.  God, I want to feel her eating me again! she
realized.  I want to fuck with her so bad!  I miss it!
     Well, maybe I can just get inside quick and make myself come.
Then maybe it'll go away.  Her head was swimming so fast with
sexual anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened
when she unlocked the door.  The chain lock was fastened from the
inside.
     The door wouldn't open more than about three inches before
the chain stopped it.  That meant Staci was home, even though she
too was supposed to be at work.  Fawn almost called out to have
her unfasten the lock, when suddenly she overheard a soft quivery
moan, coming from inside the apartment.
     Was it Staci?  Fawn flushed, growing embarrassed.  Staci was
screwing some guy, taking advantage of Fawn's absence.  Fawn knew
she should shut the door tight then, go away, come back later.
But her fascination was so intense that she couldn't help
listening even harder.
     "Ummmm," Staci hummed in a throaty, sultry voice.  "Just my
bra?" she murmured.  "Are you sure?  You promise ... you won't go
any further?"
     Whoever was with Staci only whispered something, soft and
low.  Fawn peered through the open crack in the door, trying to
glimpse something.  But the two of them were obviously sitting on
the sofa, which was around the corner from the door.  This made it
possible for Fawn to hear them clearly, but not to see anything.
     "Ohhhhh," Staci sighed.  "You know, I've never done anything
like this.  Why am I letting you do this?  Does Fawn do this with
you?"
     Fawn's curiosity jumped a notch higher.  Could it be Jeff?
She could feel her face begin to redden with anger.  But then she
heard the voice clearly.  It was Danika's!
     "Didn't you like touching mine?  Sucking them like that?"
Danika murmured, ignoring Staci's question about Fawn.
     "It just ... took me by surprise.  I mean, I was only kind of
curious when you first kissed me like that.  But then when you
took off your sweater and ... you weren't even wearing a bra, I
just couldn't help myself.  Your tits are so beautiful, so smooth
and springy, I just ..."
     Danika's whispery voice was thick with a lust familiar to
Fawn.  "Can I touch yours too?  And kiss them?"
     "You promise you won't go any farther?"
     "I promise.  I wouldn't do anything you don't want."
     "I've never done anything like this before."
     "Don't worry.  There's nothing wrong with it."
     "But there's supposed to be."
     "Here, just turn around this way and let me take it off."
     "I can take it off for you."
     "I want to take it off myself."
     "Ohhhhhhh ..."
     "You're shivering.  Ummmm, your skin tastes so good.  There,
there we go."
     Now there was silence, then fast sibilant breathing.  Then
Staci's soft sighing and moaning.  "Ohhhhhh, oh god, it feels so
good!"
     Fawn's hand trembled on the doorknob.  She snatched it back,
fearing to make a noise that would alert them to her
eavesdropping.  Her face was hot and flushed, her blood pounding.
She could hear Danika's familiar humming.  She could even hear the
wet sounds her working lips made as she sucked Staci's nipples.
     And Staci's excited whimpering nearly drove her crazy.  She
was paralyzed by curiosity, envy, jealousy.  For over a year she
and Staci had shared the same apartment, yet never had they seen
one another naked.
     Still, Fawn knew that Staci had a gorgeous body, with firm
high tits, and a small waist, and long shapely legs.  She had
never thought of her sexually until this moment, but now ...
     She didn't know what to do.  Part of her hated Staci for
getting what she herself wanted.  Part of her hated Danika for
giving it to Staci instead of to her.  But also part of her wanted
to keep listening to the incredibly exciting sounds they were
making.
     She knew they wouldn't be able to stop.  Who could?  They
would have to go on, and she wanted to overhear them fuck.  She
wanted to see them too, but there was no way she could do it.  She
even wanted to join them!  But of course it was impossible.
     "Ohhhh baby," Danika sighed "your nipples taste so good.
They're so big and springy and dark red.  I want to swallow them."
     Staci's breath hissed as she sucked it past her clenched
teeth.  "You're making me want to come," she hissed.  "We've got
to stop this!  Ohhhh, we have to stop!"
     "No, oh noooo," Danika soothed her softly.  "Now could we
stop?  Don't you like me to suck you like this?  And lick you
here?  And pinch them a little, like this?"
     "Unnnnnhhhhh, oh god!  Yessss, I love it!"
     "Oh good.  And what about this?  How does that feel?"
     Staci gasped sharply, repeatedly.  "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!"
     Fawn raised her fist to her mouth and bit into it.  What were
they doing?  She wanted to die from not being able to see it.
What was Danika doing to her?
     "And this?  And this?" Danika murmured playfully.
     "Oh god ... oh god.  I'm going to explode!" Staci whimpered.
     "Relax, just relax," Danika purred.  "I only want to make
love to you, Staci."
     "You ... you promised," Staci gasped.
     All Fawn could hear was the wet sucking of Danika's lips.
     "Oh god ... you promised!" Staci quivering voice moaned.
     "Don't worry," Danika murmured.  "I'm not going to do
anything you don't want.  I promise."
     "Oh please, please," Staci was panting, her voice trembling
with excitement.
     "Why don't you touch my body?"  Danika asked softly.  "Here,
let me take these off."  Fawn could hear the gnash of a zipper,
then the quick sounds of Danika shedding the rest of her clothes.
"There," Danika breathed.  "Why don't you put your mouth all over
my body, Staci?  Please.  Anywhere."
     "Oh Danika, you're so beautiful," Staci sighed.
     "You can do anything to me."
     "I ... don't know what to do."
     "Touch me," Danika's soft sultry voice beckoned.  "Touch me
here.  And here."
     "Ohhhh, you're so warm.  And so smooth."
     "Here, put your hands on my ass.  Squeeze me like that,
ohhhh!  Yes, like that!  Squeeze them hard."
     "I want to put my mouth on them," Staci whispered shyly.  "I
want to kiss them."
     "Ohhhhhhh, go ahead, baby."
     Fawn was gripped by such violent hot shivering that she had
to cling to the wall next to the door.  Her own breath was
wheezing in and out of her throat.  Her crotch was a soupy mess of
juice.  She knew from the throaty sounds of pleasure Danika made
that Staci was kissing and kneading Danika's ass.  The sensations
were driving Danika mad with delight.
     "Ohhhhh Danika ... you're so wet.  Your cunt ..."
     "My cunt, yes my cunt!" Danika sighed.
     Staci said the word as if it were forbidden, a bewitchingly
exciting thing to say.  "It's so wet, and puffy, and shiny."
     "Kiss it, baby," Danika begged, her voice thick with lust.
"Kiss my cunt, please kiss it!"
     "Ohhhh, I can't.  I just can't," Staci said.
     Danika changed her approach.  Her voice betrayed only a faint
twinge of disappointment.  She was patient.  She knew--as Fawn
also knew--that Staci was only minutes away from yielding
completely to the lesbian fucking that Danika wanted to give her.
     Danika had worked the girl into such a pitch of feverish
excitement that there was no way she could lose her now, if she
was only patient.
     "Here, here," Danika soothed.  "Let me turn around and hold
you like this.  Feel my tits against yours.  Put your hands on my
ass again, oh that's right, like that, and squeeze them and rub
them.  Oh god, it feels so good!"
     "Danika," Staci whispered, "I really wanted to.  I really
wanted to kiss your cunt, but I--"
     "Don't worry about it.  There's nothing to worry about.
Don't you like the feel of our bodies rubbing together like this?"
     "Oh, I love it, I just love it!"
     "But don't you think it would feel even better if you took
off your jeans so I could feel your bare legs?  You could leave
your panties on."
     "Danika," Staci whispered shyly, "you just want to get into
my pants."
     There was silence that drove Fawn crazy.  She knew they were
looking deeply at each other.  All she could hear was the wild
pounding of her own blood.  Finally Danika murmured, her voice
thick with passion.  "I want to eat your cunt," she said softly.
     "And I want you to," Staci replied softly too.  "I've never
felt like this before."
     Fawn could hear them kissing.  Staci whimpered softly as
Danika slowly unzipped her jeans and peeled them off.
     "Your panties are so wet," Danika whispered.
     "I'm so close!  Staci moaned.  "You don't know how close I
am.  Ever since you first touched me I've felt like coming."
     "Here, let's get these off your ankles.  God, Staci, you have
such beautiful long legs."
     "Oh!  Ohhhhhhhh!" Staci gasped.
     "Just relax, relax, honey.  I'm going to make you come."
     "Ahh!  Ahhhh!  Aaauunngghhhh!" Staci cried out, panting and
groaning with pleasure.
     Fawn knew Danika was eating Staci's pussy, tongue-fucking the
girl with the feverish lust she herself had experienced and craved
so much.  All she could hear was the wild squirming of their
bodies on the sofa.  She shut her eyes, trying to control her own
breathing.
     She pushed the heel of her hand against her own itching,
flowing cunt through the cloth of her skirt.  Staci moaned, her
voice keening with animalistic urgency that drove Fawn wild.
Staci was coming.  Delirious, helpless sighs of ecstasy came from
her panting mouth.
     "Unhhhh!  Oh Jesus, now, Danika!  Nowwww!  Unghghiiieeeee!
Oh!  Unghhiieeeee!"
     "Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned softly herself, sagging against the
door.
     She hardly knew what she was doing as she staggered down the
hallway, then down the stairs.  She walked the streets for hours,
it seemed, trying to get control of herself.  The welter of
jealousy and sexual arousal that gripped her was almost
overpowering.
     She didn't know what to do, and she was almost afraid to go
home.  What if she caught them still doing it?  After all, she and
Danika had gone on for hours their first time.  On the other hand,
Staci knew she would be coming home after work.  She probably
would call a halt to it before then.
     They'll probably just go back to Danika's place and do it
some more, she thought, steaming with jealousy and resentment.  By
six o'clock she was back trying the door again.  This time it
opened easily to her key.  No one was home, as she had expected.
     Trying not to imagine Staci and Danika lying in one another's
arms, groaning with ecstasy as they made each other come
repeatedly, she put on her bathrobe and brewed a cup of tea.  When
the doorbell rang she went wearily to answer it.
     "Eric," she said, startled to see him standing there.
     She let him in without another word.  Now her feelings were
more stirred up than ever.  She got a bottle of wine from the
kitchen and two glasses, still without speaking, and rejoined him
in the living room.  She poured them each a glass.
     "I thought I'd hear from you sooner," she said hesitantly.
     Eric nodded and sipped his wine.  "I thought you would too,"
he said.  "I really wanted to call.  I almost called you a
thousand times, Fawn.  But each time I stopped.  I thought you'd
probably turn me down because you'd feel the same way I did."
     "How was that?"
     "I wanted you.  I still want you.  I haven't been able to get
you out of my mind."
     Fawn could feel her blood beginning to heat up.  But she
remained calm.
     "But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have
you?" she asked.
     He shook his head, his handsome face grinning sardonically.
His rugged jaw and strong, even teeth made her yearn involuntarily
to feel his mouth everywhere on her body.
     "No," he said.  "As a matter of fact, I've been going through
a whole line of them, just trying to find one that could make me
forget you."
     "And Danika?"
     "I haven't seen her since I last saw you."  Somehow that made
Fawn feel very good.  "Did you find anyone who could make you
forget?"
     He shook his head again.  "There isn't anyone."
     This is getting out of control already, Fawn thought.  Though
considering what I've been through today, I can hardly blame
myself for letting it.  But I promised myself I wouldn't let it
happen again.  And yet here it goes anyway.
     "Look, Eric," she said, trying to grasp the conversation
forcibly and get it back on the track where it belonged.  "I know
how you feel.  I've been feeling that way too, believe me.  But we
can't let it get the better of us.  You know as well as I do that
it's wrong.  That's why we kept away from each other as long as we
did.  I'm your sister."
     He glared at her.  "You know that doesn't matter."
     "I've decided I can't do it any more," she said, looking down
at the floor.  "It started a whole bunch of things that are really
confusing me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and
be healthy.  Normal, you know what I mean?"
     "What things!" Eric asked, faintly jealous.
     "Never mind what things," Fawn replied, embarrassed.  She
couldn't dare tell him.  "Look, for one thing I'm worried about
Danika.  She's acting a little strange.  I know she hurt you, but
surely you've hurt her enough in return by now.  Why don't you two
...?"
     "You've been talking to her?"
     "I ... saw her a few times."  Again Fawn looked down.  "I
think she needs you very much."
     She seems to like girl-fucking a little more than I think she
should, she wanted to tell him.  But that would be dangerous, and
way out of line.
     Eric glared at Fawn, his eyes now flickering with obvious
passion, and determination.  "I don't want her," he said.  "I want
you."
     She shook her head, still looking away from him.  She tried
to keep the yearning of her own body under control.  I don't want
him to fuck me, she repeated to herself.  I don't want him to fuck
me.  Of course not.
     "You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it, trying
to make him see she meant it, whether she did or not.  "Not any
more.  I think you should go back to your wife.  We had something
good.  We can always remember it."  Still staring at the floor,
she felt her eyes brim with tears.  It hurt.  She wanted him too.
She didn't see him rise from his chair, but only felt him coming
around the coffee table.  She felt his arms encircling her
shoulders, his mouth pressing down on hers.
     She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue.  Her
whole quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his
hands dug into her flesh through her robe.  Ohhhhh god, Eric, I
want you to fuck me and fuck me forever! she wanted to tell him.
But she pulled away from him, wiping the tears from the corners of
her eyes.
     "We can't, Eric, we can't," she said.  "I told you that."
     But Eric was not to be put off so easily.  He clasped her
face again in his rough, masculine hands, and bruised her swollen
lips with his mouth.  His hands slid under her backbone as he
kissed her, and found her naked tits.  He squeezed them urgently.
     "I want you, Fawn," he panted against her cheek.  "I want to
fuck you."
     "I know ... ohhh, I know," she breathed.  "But we can't."
     She could feel the huge lump of Eric's cock pushing against
her thigh as she squirmed in his grasp.  He kissed her neck, her
throat, digging his fingers into her springy tits, twisting her
soft nipples in his fingers.
     "I haven't been able to think of anything but you," he
panted.  "You know it's been the same for you, you know it."
     You and your wife, Fawn thought, guiltily.  "But we can't!
We can't!"
     She knew he could tell she didn't mean it.  But feeling
temporarily desperate, she wriggled free of him and walked across
the room.  She turned and saw him staring down at her body, where
her bathrobe had come open.  Her naked tits were clearly visible,
her nipples erect and hard from the caresses he had given them.
     Quickly she pulled her robe shut.  "Maybe ... you should go
back to her, Eric," she suggested hesitantly.
     It sounded just as strange to her as it obviously did to him.
Am I crazy, suggesting it? she wondered.  But maybe it would work.
Maybe it would save all three of them.  Maybe it would make this
horrible craving to fuck with them both go away.
     "You mean once I get back together with her, then I can have
you?" Eric asked her, incredulous.
     Fawn gulped softly.  It did sound ridiculous.  "Why not?" she
said.
     For an answer Eric came over and took each lapel of her
bathrobe in one hand.  He ripped it open, and literally tore it
off her quivering body in one motion.
     "I want you, Fawn," he breathed into her ear.  "I want to
fuck you.  I've been waiting so long, but I've got to!"
     "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned, going limp as he held her.
     She was close to giving in.  What did it matter?  Would it
make things better to refuse?  Her body needed him.  Her cunt was
wet and seething.  She wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging
stalk of his huge cock.
     Eric's hands dropped from her tits, caressing her smooth flat
belly.  They slid down to her damp thatch, his fingers probing
lower, finding the soupy aching lips of her throbbing pussy.  Fawn
hissed with pleasure as his fingers slid up into her slippery
channel.
     "Nooooo, oh no, we can't."
     Quickly an idea came to her.  It might save them both.  If
the three of them were ever to have a hope for a healthy and
normal life, she had to overcome this lust for her brother.  She
had to stop this now, not let him fuck her either.  It was for the
good of them both.
     Suddenly, surprisingly, she turned into a tornado of passion
herself.  She swarmed over Eric, sinking to her knees, tearing at
his belt buckle.
     "Oh Eric, baby," she gasped, pulling at his zipper.  "Let me
suck you, oh let me suck you, and blow you.  I want you to fuck me
in the mouth.  Last time you didn't let me drink your cum.  Let me
do it now, please!"
     Eric was taken by surprise.  Here she had been resisting him,
though yielding at the same time.  And now she was nearly
devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants, trying to free his
fiery, aching prick.  She pulled him down beside her on the floor,
yanking his pants and his shorts down to his ankles.  Then she ran
her wet lips all over his hot blood-thundering prick.
     "God, Eric," she said, snaking her tongue over his beautiful
stiff cock.  "It's so big!  I'd almost forgotten how huge it is.
I want to eat it, I want to swallow it!"
     She held the massive ridged shaft of her brother's cock in
her hands and licked it up and down.  It was true, she had
forgotten how gigantic it was, and her pussy pulsed and itched
with the desire to be filled up with it.
     But she got control of herself.  She closed her thirsty mouth
over the flaring purplish head of his prick and sucked him
eagerly.  She was wild with passion, wilder than she had ever
felt, giddy with the expectation of swallowing the hot jets of his
climax.
     Eric was surprised by the sudden, voracious appetite she had
for his cock.  But he wasn't going to refuse the pleasure she was
offering him.  He lay back on the floor, bucking his hips up
gently into her down-thrusting mouth.  He dug his fingers into her
hair, panting softly as he felt the juices rise up.
     "Oh god, I want you to fill me with it," she panted, rubbing
his iron-hard prick with both hands, kneading his balls, then
diving on him again crazily.  "Come, baby, come!"
     She was wildly in need of an orgasm herself.  Her cunt ached
with insatiable need.  But she drove everything else out of her
mind and relentlessly sucked her brother's prick.  You've got to
see it my way.  You've got to, she thought, humming deliriously as
the first salty juices of Eric's climax began to enter her mouth.
     I know you're close, she thought.  I know I can make you
come!  You're going to shoot it into me, Eric!
     She rolled his big soft balls in her fingers, dripping warm
spittle on the ballooning head of his enormous prick, stabbing it
with her tongue, then sucking it nearly down her throat.  She
heard her brother groan with pleasure.  Come, baby, come! she
keened to herself.  Let me drink you!  Yes, yes!  Let me drink
you, baby!
     Suddenly, without warning, Eric's hips jumped off the floor.
The huge twitching pole of his cock pushed up into her mouth.  He
jammed it into her throat with such power that she coughed and
choked.  She had been sucking his cock, but now he was fiercely
fucking her throat.
     Fawn gagged deliriously and let him do it, feeling the warm
milky rockets of his jism erupt deep in her mouth.  His prick
squirted and spurted into her throat, and she gulped down his cum
wantonly, swallowing it and sucking for more, gurgling and humming
with happy lust.
     When it was over, Eric slumped back exhausted.  Fawn caressed
his limp cock, still burning with a prairie fire of sex need
herself, but determined not to give into it.  She was feverish
with the need to have him fuck her, but she tried to control her
trembling body.  Maybe after he got back together with Danika.
Maybe then, once in a while, they could ...
     But for the present she had to sacrifice her own selfish
urges.  She reached across the floor and pulled her bathrobe over,
slipping quickly into it.  Then she kissed her brother and
whispered to him.
     "You see what I mean, don't you, baby?" she said.  "If we go
on this way it's just too dangerous.  Sooner or later one of us
will have to end it.  But if you're with Danika, then once in a
while we might ..."
     Eric nodded, still grinning from the great pleasure she had
given him.  "I suppose you're right," he said.  "But I'm still
puzzled about why you're so interested in Danika's well-being."
     "I ... think she needs you a lot more than she could ever
say," Fawn said, knowing that she didn't sound very convincing.
     "What about you?"
     "I need you too.  But you're my brother.  You know there's
something wrong about that, Eric."
     He nodded again.  "Maybe you're right.  I guess I should give
her a call."
     Fawn felt a faint jealousy again.  She trailed her fingers
seductively down his bare chest.
     "She's very lovely," she whispered.  "Promise you won't enjoy
fucking her so much that you never come back to me just once in a
while?"
     Eric pulled her down on top of him and kissed her mouth
roughly.  She could feel his massive prick throbbing to life
again, pressed into the naked flesh of her thigh.
     "Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers
into her ass trough the cloth of her bathrobe.
     Fawn knew she had to get rid of him right now.  Before she
threw caution to the winds and just surrendered to him completely,
begging him to fuck her.  She hopped up out of his grasp, and
shook her head.
     "Not until afterward," she said, smiling.
     Eric stood up glumly and pulled up his pants.  "I guess that
gives me an extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he
grinned.
     She nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door.  But as soon
as she shut the door behind him she went into her room and slipped
out of the robe again.  She lay on the bed, parting her thighs,
rubbing her wet sizzling cunt with both hands.  Within seconds she
was thrashing about and biting back her screams, pulverized by
molten shock waves of coming.
     She came and came, having hot gagging climax after climax,
but all the time she was wishing she had let him fuck her.



                             Chapter 5

     The following day Eric phoned Fawn at work.  "She says she
doesn't want to see me," he said.  "She never wants to see me
again, she said.  She doesn't need me."
     Fawn had thought something like this might happen.  She
herself thought anyone who would turn Eric away had to be crazy.
She even suspected that she was half-crazy herself for having come
up with this scheme to straighten out Danika and to make her own
life more normal at the same time.
     But now that the plan was in motion she really just couldn't
say, "Oh well, let's just forget about it, then.  Come over
tonight, big brother, and fuck me till I die of coming."  She
couldn't say that because it would put them right back where all
the mess had started in the first place.
     "Look, Eric," she said, "it's natural for her to act a little
snippy about it like that.  She hasn't seen you for a month and a
half.  She's probably feeling hurt and guilty and sorry and all
sorts of things, and she doesn't know how to tell you."
     "She didn't sound very confused to me," Eric said.
     "Believe me she is," Fawn said.
     She realized that her sister-in-law was taking this lesbian
fucking very seriously.  But of course, she had known that all
along, ever since she caught her with Staci.  It had been the main
reason behind her scheme to get Eric and her back together.  How
could Danika, after a ripping good reunion fuck with Eric, ever
again deceive herself that she was only hungry for other cunts,
not big pricks like her husband's?
     "Look Eric," she said, trying to ignore her jealousy at the
idea of them fucking.  "Let's try it this way.  Tonight after work
I'll drop by there and kind of soften her up.  I'll have a talk
with her, get her in a good mood.  Maybe I'll get her to talk
about you.  Then you just drop by yourself about twenty minutes
later, and we'll see what happens."
     "I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Eric said.
     "I know how much she needs you," Fawn repeated.
     I know how much she needs to be crammed full of your huge,
incredible cock, she said to herself.  I hate to admit it, but
right now she needs it even more than I do.
     She realized the truth of her words even more when she got to
Danika's house that evening after work.  Her sister-in-law
answered the door slightly tipsy, and completely naked.  Not only
that.  When Fawn glanced past Danika into the livingroom, she
glimpsed another naked girl--raven-haired, dark-skinned--
struggling hurriedly into her clothes, which were scattered on the
floor.
     "Fawn, what a surprise!" Danika giggled.
     As usual, it was very hard for Fawn to take her eyes off
Danika's beautiful naked body.  And for that matter, she was also
mesmerized by the sight of the other girl.  But she quickly
regained control, and whispered harshly to Danika.
     "Danika!  What's going on here?"
     "Just having a little party," Danika smiled.  "Come on in,
join the party.  How about a martooni?  I've already had tee
maitoonies myself."
     "Close the door!" Fawn snapped.  "Everyone in the
neighborhood's going to see you!"  Quickly Fawn pushed past her
and shut the door behind them.  "Who the hell is that?" she asked
Danika, nodding at the other girl, who had dressed with such
embarrassed speed that she was nearly finished.
     "That's Maria.  Would you like to meet Maria?"  She leaned
close and whispered in Fawn's ear, her breath hot and smoky with
gin and sex.  "She's really good in bed.  Only she bites and
scratches."
     "Get her out of here!" Fawn hissed under her breath.
     She felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening.  She knew
that part of her now regretted that Eric would be arriving soon.
The thought of a three-way girl fuck with Danika and this lovely
dark Maria who bit and scratched made her head reel and her blood
gush through her veins.  But that was only another of the messy
impulses she was trying to overcome by her plan.
     Danika, however, misinterpreted her.  "Oh, are you jealous,
Fawn?" she said, obviously delighted.  "You want me all to
yourself?"
     "I want to talk to you about something," Fawn said.  "Please
put some clothes on and get that girl out of here."
     "Shhhh!" Danika bent close to Fawn's ear, hushing her.  "You
might hurt Maria's feelings.  This is only our second time.  And
believe me, I love to fuck with her."
     "Danika, calm down," Fawn said, reaching out to touch her
sister-in-law's cheek.
     Maria stood behind them, glancing at the front door, her
escape.  Fawn saw that she was truly lovely.  Her dark eyes
flashed with dazzling latin fires, and she had a full-lipped
sensual mouth that was so succulent that Fawn felt her cunt oozing
again with juices against her will.  But she pulled Danika aside,
and stepped away herself, clearing the way to the door.
     "Maria, this is Fawn," Danika said, her voice sultry.
     "Hello, Maria," Fawn said.
     She knew her eyes were saying: I want to fuck you too, I
really do, and you can bite and scratch me too, all you want, but
right now we can't, sorry ...
     "Hi,"  Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame.
Quickly she went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut.
     Now Fawn and Danika were alone.  "Put something on," Fawn
said to her sister-in-law, trying to keep her eyes off the lovely
body that had given her so much pleasure.  But Danika resisted.
She cupped her full tawny tits in her hands, raising them,
offering them to Fawn.
     She squeezed the firm tit-globes so that her long dark
nipples flared and swelled.  "You mean you don't want me?" she
said coyly.  "I can't believe that, Fawn.  Can't believe you don't
want to fuck me.  Look at me, why won't you look at me?  You can't
just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take her
place.  Come here and let me give you a drink."  She went into the
living room, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass
beckoning Fawn.  Her voice deepened and grew huskier.
     "Sit here and have a drink," she said.  "And while you're
drinking it, I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and
suck your cunt softly until you explode.  Remember how I can do
that?  How does that sound?"
     Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of lust.  In fact, it
sounded absolutely great to her.  It was all she could do to
overcome the urge to give in.
     "Put something on, Danika.  Please."
     Danika turned her face to Fawn, smirking flirtatiously.  "Oh,
I get it," she grinned.  "You want to have the fun of taking it
off me, right?  I mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then
sort of peel each other, right?"
     "I don't think you need another drink."
     "I'll put on my see-through nightie, how's that?"
     Fawn had to go along with her.  Any way she could get Danika
to cover her nakedness would have to do.  She sat in a chair and
drank off half of the martini in one gulp, something to steady her
nerves.  Danika went to the bedroom and returned moments later
wearing a sheer peach peignoir that, if anything, made her even
more desirable than she had been when naked.
     The flimsy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body
and concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to
make them more tempting than ever.  But at least she had on a
semblance of clothing.  She sat on the sofa across from Fawn,
stretching out her long sleek legs in full view, and poured
herself another martini.
     Fawn gritted her teeth briefly and decided to plunge right
into it.  "Danika, Eric called me," she said.
     "He called me too," Danika said.  "Big deal, so what?"
     "He wants to get back with you.  But he said you wouldn't
even listen to him."
     "That's right."
     "Why not?"
     "Because I don't need him and I don't want him.  I almost
told him that over the phone.  He's very proud of himself because
he has such a big cock, you know.  I suppose I shouldn't be
telling you that since you're his sister and all, but anyway it's
true, what the hell."
     Fawn tried not to blush.  She raised an eyebrow, as if mildly
interested.
     "That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me, the
thing that started this whole business.  Just to teach him a
lesson.  You've got to have more than a big prick to be a good
lover.  You've got to really care about the other person.  That's
why I've come to like women so much better than men.  They
understand, they care.  You know that."
     "No, I don't."
     "You like fucking with me.  You can't deny that.  I saw the
way you were looking at Maria too.  You wanted to fuck her.  It's
a pity.  You shouldn't have scared her away.  We could've had such
a good time together.  She's a wild woman, you wouldn't believe
it.  I've still got scabs on my back from where she scratched me
the first time.  I came so hard I thought I was going to die.  You
love it, you know you don't have to lie to me."
     "But I love fucking with ... Jeff too," Fawn said, almost
slipping.
     "Oh sure, but it's never as good as--"
     "Yes it is," Fawn interrupted.  "Look Danika, didn't you ever
stop to think that if you had Eric, you could still have Maria
too, or me, once in a while?"
     This was Fawn's pet theory about it, and she wasn't
altogether sure it was true.  But she had to keep trying it out
anyway, to see if it sounded any better.
     "That's sick," Danika giggled.
     Fawn couldn't help laughing too.  "Well, the whole thing is
sick, I guess."
     Danika put her empty martini glass down decisively on the
table.  "Good," she said.  "If it's all sick, then we might as
well not worry about it any more.  Come into the bedroom with me
and let me rape you slow and good."
     Fawn shook her head and saw Danika frown with puzzlement.
But at that moment everything was settled by the ringing of the
doorbell.
     "Shit!" Danika snapped.  "Who the hell is that?"
     "I don't know," Fawn said.  "But you'd better put on
something over that sexy nightie before you answer it."
     "Shit on them, I don't care," Danika said, half-stumbling
toward the door.  She opened it and saw Eric.  "Well I'll be
damned, if it isn't my own runaway husband.  Hello, jerko, did you
come back to get the rest of your socks?"
     Eric said nothing.  He glanced over his wife's shoulder at
Fawn, who shrugged.  "Can I come in?" he asked.
     Danika stepped aside.  "It's part your house too, isn't it?"
     He came into the living room, looking very uncertain and
nervous.  Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence
of too many martinis.  But her gracious stumbling somehow only
enhanced the beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir.  Her
full tits swayed from side to side.  The gauzy cloth slithered
over her high ass, and swished up around her golden thighs.
     Both Fawn and Eric caught themselves staring at her bare
flesh.  Fawn turned her eyes away, not willing to reveal herself
too much.  Now's about time for me to go, she thought.  But Eric
kept staring at his wife, obviously feeling strong lust for her.
     "I think I'd better go now," Fawn said, standing up.
     "No, don't go," Danika said.  "Don't leave big brother and me
alone."
     Suddenly she hopped up from the sofa and fluttered over to
Eric.  She kissed him full on the mouth, hard and passionately.
Eric was very surprised, but he kissed her back hotly.
Instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling tits through
the filmy peignoir.  Danika broke off the kiss and leaned back out
of his reach.
     "See what he wants to do?" she said.  "Your big brother wants
to fuck me.  He probably even wants to kill me, rape me or
something.  Wouldn't that make you jealous?"
     She looked at Fawn, her eyes flickering with clever spite.
Fawn stared at her, flabbergasted.  I've got to get out of here
quick, she thought.  She's going to say something that'll ruin
everything for all of us.  Both of them were staring at her now.
     "No, I'm going," she said.
     But at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited.
She didn't want to leave at all.  She wanted to stay and see what
happened.  She didn't have long to wait.  Before she could even
turn and walk to the front door, Danika had slumped to her knees
on the floor between Eric's thighs and was clawing at his belt
buckle.
     "Fawn's been telling me I ought to be more interested in
pricks," she muttered half-crazily.  "And I was telling her what a
big one you have.  Here, let me get it out where she can see it."
     Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move.  She
was appalled by Danika's unpredictable wildness.  Eric was
obviously stunned, too.  He grabbed Danika by the shoulders and
shook her.
     "What the hell are you doing?" he shouted.
     Danika smiled kittenishly.  Her hands crawled back into his
crotch and she squeezed it.  Eric winced with pleasure in spite of
his shock.
     "What does it look like I'm doing?" Danika purred, unzipping
his fly.
     She tugged his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under
the elastic of his shorts and grasping his naked, bulging cock.
     "I ... I'm going now," Fawn panted, feeling her pulse hammer.
But she was still unable to move, to stop looking.
     "Oh, don't go, don't go," Danika laughed.
     Eric's cock began to swell and rise in her hands.
Fascinated, Fawn stared at it from across the room, watching as
Danika playfully squeezed and pumped it.  Then she closed her
sensual mouth over the head of it and gave Eric a sharp passionate
suck.  Again he winced, gasping with pleasure.
     "See!  See!" Danika whooped, half-delirious with lust as she
sucked his throbbing prick.  "See big brother's thing?  Isn't it
big, like I said?  Do you want to kiss it and suck it too?  Here,
Fawn, get down beside me and we'll kiss it together.  Won't you
like that, Eric?  Or better yet, why don't you fuck her?  Why
don't we both fuck her together?  Fawn, let us do that.  Let us
both fuck you."
     Fawn's mouth was dry.  Her cunt flowed with juice, her blood
thundered.  Still, she could do nothing but stand there, quivering
with confusion and lust.  I want to! she realized.  I want to!
     While Danika was trying to tempt Fawn, Eric had grasped her
peach peignoir in both hands at the back of her neck.  Now he
suddenly ripped it open down her naked back.  The filmy nightie
fell in soft rags around her arms, leaving her totally naked.
     He stood up and yanked her to her feet.  Then he grabbed her
roughly, digging his fingers into the round moons of her naked
ass.
     "Eric, no.  Eric, please, no!" Danika whimpered softly,
trying to struggle free.
     "You're my wife and I want to fuck you," Eric panted.  "Let
Fawn go, if she wants to.  I'm going to fuck you, Danika."
     Danika kept wriggling, trying to free herself.  She hissed at
him, shaking her head.
     "No, no, no!  I don't want you to fuck me.  I want her to
fuck me!  I want Fawn!"
     "What?" Eric said, his voice now tinged with puzzlement.  For
a brief second he relaxed his grip and Danika jumped free.
     Danika stared solemnly at him.  Fawn knew she was going to
say something dreadful.  "She's done it before," Danika said.
"We've done it a lot, in fact."
     Oh god! Fawn thought, panicking completely.  Eric stared at
her, asking with his eyes if it was true.  And she knew her face
gave her away.
     "All right," he suddenly said, glaring at Fawn with a mixture
of contempt and lust.  "All right, take off your clothes."
     "What?" Fawn asked softly.
     "You heard her," he said, indicating Danika with his head.
"She wants you to fuck her, not me."
     "But that's why I got you over here," Fawn whispered
nervously.  "To cure her of that.  She needs you, Eric."
     He grinned, then stripped off what remained of his own
clothes.  The sight of his hard, muscular body made her blood rush
hotly through her veins.  "But she wants you," he said, staring at
her.
     Fawn could not speak.  She knew now that she couldn't leave.
Her body was seething with fuck-hunger.  Looking at their two
naked bodies made her blood hammer with need.  She gazed hungrily
at Danika's full swollen tits and sleek smooth stomach, and at
Eric's stiff rearing cock.
     With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her blouse.  And
when they saw her doing it, they both came over to her.  Before
she knew it they were frantically peeling off her clothes.  Their
mouths were on her naked flesh, their hands groping and probing.
     When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly
down the hall to the bedroom.  They lay down on the bed, squirming
together.  Danika became caught between Fawn and Eric, and she was
the focus of their caresses.  They swarmed over her, and she
surrendered to them totally.  She rolled onto her back, splaying
her thighs, revealing the slick red gash of her open cunt.
     Danika's naked writhing body had always driven Fawn wild with
lust, and now was no different.  She ran her hands down the silky
skin of the girl's legs, crouching between them.  She pressed her
lips to the soft smooth skin of Danika's inner thighs, holding
them steady as Danika moaned and squirmed.
     Glancing up the girl's wriggling body, she saw Eric scooping
up the firm globes of Danika's tits in his hands.  He mauled the
stiff large nipples with his lips, bringing shuddering moans of
pleasure from Danika's throat.  His rough masculine hands and
mouth all over her body seemed to drive her wild.  She moaned and
arched her back, pushing her tits up into his face.
     Fawn ran her tongue up and down the puffy inflamed wet crease
of Danika's pussy, then pressed her lips against it and frenched
it passionately.  She stabbed her tongue deep into the clenching
fuck channel, slurping and lapping it, gobbling it.
     "Unnghhhhunnghh!" Danika groaned, moaning and thrashing, her
cunt jerking up into Fawn's devouring mouth.  "Ohhhhh!  Ungghhh!"
     Fawn felt the bed shift under Eric's weight.  He manipulated
Danika's supple body into another position, getting behind her.
That made it harder for Fawn to suck and lick the girl's hot
pussy, so she began kissing Danika's smooth belly, moving up her
quivering body to her jiggling tits.
     The tall dark nipples were still wrinkled and erect with
excitement, still wet from Eric's mouth.  Fawn's own wet cunt was
burbling with prickly fires but somehow she didn't mind postponing
her own satisfaction.  She knew it would come.  For the moment it
was Danika's squirming, sweat-damp naked body that consumed her.
     She kneaded the girl's firm round tits with her fingers and
tongue-raped the stiff sensitive nipples.  She sucked them down
almost into her throat, making Danika howl with pleasurable agony.
At the same time, she realized that she was only a third party to
what was actually going on between Eric and Danika.
     They were communicating to each other, not so much with words
but by the touch of their bodies, and the involuntary moans and
murmurs they made.  Danika tossed her head from side to side,
mewling softly, biting her lower lip, hissing as she sucked breath
past her clenched teeth.
     "Noooo ... noooo!" she moaned, her face a strange mixture of
agony and pleasure.
     Eric had already turned the girl onto her side.  But now Fawn
felt herself being half-pinned beneath both of them as he pushed
Danika over farther.
     "Oh yesss!" he grunted softly at Danika.  "Oh yes!"
     "Eric, please!" Danika begged.
     "Ungg!" Eric grunted, panting, struggling.
     "Ohn!  Owwwchh!  Unggh!  Unh!  Owwchhh!  God, no!  Ung!"
Danika suddenly cried out.
     Her whole body stiffened.  Tears sprung out of her tightly
shut eyes.  Fawn squirmed out from beneath her shuddering body.
Only now did she realize what was happening.  Eric's whole body
was a bronzed clenched hunk of rippling muscle.  His face was
contorted with fierce lust as he ripped his huge prick up into his
wife's uptilted ass.
     Half of the massive fucker was already sunk in the poor
girl's asshole.  With his hands he pulled apart her asscheeks and
inched it in further.  Danika's helpless screams were muffled by
the sheet.  She was completely impaled, pierced, skewered on his
enormous, rigid cock.  And now he started driving it into her ass
again and again, like a spike.
     Stunned by awe and fantastic sexual excitement, Fawn could do
nothing but watch as Eric viciously ripped and reamed his wife's
asshole.  She could feel her own assbud throb and burn in
sympathy.  Danika's spastic, clutching fingers grabbed and
crumpled the sheet.  She burrowed her face into it, whooping and
moaning and pleading soundlessly.
     Her cheeks were wet with tears, her face pale with shock.
But at the same time her expression showed an excruciatingly
intense pleasure that fascinated Fawn.
     "Unnnn ... unnnn," Danika moaned mindlessly, slumping forward
with each powerful, ripping thrust of Eric's ferocious cock
slamming into the depths of her ass.
     When she fell forward limply onto the bed, Eric's firm hands
grasped her hips again and roughly pulled her ass back up.  He
tilted it at the angle he wanted, then drilled it again with his
thick fierce shaft.  He sank his long cock so far into the girl
that Fawn thought no one could possibly stand it.
     Each time he dug his cock into Danika's ass Fawn's own
streaming cunt felt sprayed with stinging sparks.  She reached
down and stroked the wet slit, feeling her buttery itching cunt-
lips greasy with hot sex-slime against her fingers.
     Finger-fucking herself into pulsing flashes of pleasure, she
watched Danika suddenly change.  The girl began bucking her ass
back into Eric's piercing thrusts, grinding her hips, and gritting
her teeth.  She moaned in a low, gasping, guttural voice at him.
     "Ohhhhhh yes, Eric!  Fuck me like that, unghghh!  Yes, do it
to me, make me sorry, fuck my ass, unghgh!  Owwncchh!  Unghgh,
yes!"
     The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Fawn
could barely stay on it.  She crouched beside them, moaning and
digging in her seething pussy with two fingers.  She pinched her
erect clit and was already coming in soft preliminary jolts when
Danika began to explode with excruciating orgasms.
     "Unnggghh!  Yaannghgiiieeee!" she shrieked, slumping forward
on the bed, writhing insanely into the mattress and biting the
sheet.
     Eric pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgency as
he too began to come.  Danika flipped and shuddered out of control
under his powerful body.  Eric reared up like a lust-crazed
stallion, burying his huge prick in his wife's asshole.  He
growled helplessly as the cum squirted out of his cock into her
ass.
     "Ohhh!  Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself moaning desperately.
     Her whole body shook with the need for a climax.  She plunged
her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, and she came, but it
was not the way she wanted to come.  She lay there beside them,
rippling with small waves of self-induced coming.  But she wanted
what they had.  She wanted to be split and pierced and shattered
with orgasms.
     But no matter how frantically she pumped her hand in and out
of her throbbing cunt, the big ones wouldn't come.



                             Chapter 6

     When Eric left briefly to use the bathroom, Fawn squirmed
against her sister-in-law, loving the feel of their warm naked
bodies sliding together.  Now it will be my turn, she thought.
Now they'll fuck me, and I can come like that.
     "You loved it, didn't you," she whispered to Danika.
     Danika nodded slowly, her full lips curving in a half-smile
as she recalled the intense pleasure.  "I've never been fucked
like that," she whispered back.
     "I haven't either," Fawn admitted.
     She could almost still see Eric's huge rigid cock drilling
mercilessly into Danika's ass.  And the wild look that had passed
over Danika's face each time it penetrated her.  She herself had
never been fucked in the ass.  She had always been terrified of
it.
     The pain.  The horrible submission it required.  The total
violation.  Even now the thought of it made her guts clench, and
her asshole pinch tightly shut in fear.  But she could also feel a
fluttering in the pit of her stomach, and a spurt of fire in her
cunt as she contemplated it.
     "How did it feel?" she asked Danika.
     "It hurt at first," Danika said softly.  "Then it was
terrific."
     Fawn kissed her and squirmed against her more heatedly.  "But
you have to admit a woman could never make you feel like that,"
she said.
     She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, wanting her to know
that she herself was still aroused, unsatisfied.  She drew
Danika's hand down her smooth belly to her moist thatch.
     "I want you to fuck me, baby," she whispered hotly into
Danika's ear.  "I want both of you to fuck me.  I'm dying, I'm
burning up."
     But Danika responded listlessly.  Her hand was limp, and her
tongue restrained at Fawn flicked at it with her own.  "Fawn," she
said softly, "I want to be alone with him."
     Fawn froze.  She could feel it coming.
     "You understand, don't you?" Danika continued.
     "I ... suppose I do."
     "I know it's not fair," Danika said.  "But I can't help
wanting it.  You wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you?"
     Fawn shook her head, biting back tears she hated herself for.
It was what she had wanted, after all.  For them to get back
together.  The fact that she was still seething with fuck-need had
nothing to do with it.
     Pride made her get up from the bed before Eric returned, and
head for the bedroom door.  I've got to get out of here, she
thought, almost desperate in her haste.  This is crazy, insane.
I've got to get out of here, quick.
     "Fawn ... ?" Danika's voice followed her down the hall.
     She dressed with lightning speed and was going out the front
door just as her brother appeared, having figured out where she
was.  She could hardly tear her eyes from his naked body,
especially the long swinging hunk of his cock, which she wanted so
much to feel inside of her.
     "Fawn, where are you going?" Eric asked.
     But before he could say anything else, she was out the door
and fled down the path to the street.  Too agitated to wait for a
bus, she hailed a passing cab.  Her thoughts were in a turmoil as
she sat in the back seat of the cab, wondering what to do next.
     I've got to get control of myself, she thought.  She caught
the cab driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror.  He stared
at her brazenly, eating her with his eyes, promising to deliver
anything she might request.
     He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and
shaggy black hair.  His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist.
Fawn knew that there must be something about her he could smell,
some sex odor she had absorbed from her experience with Eric and
Danika.
     The way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps.  His dark
bold eyes riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that
she was afraid he might have a wreck.  During the moments when he
took his eyes away from hers to watch the traffic, she tried
deliberately not to glance up at his name and picture on the cab
license that was attached to the sunvisor.
     She didn't want to know his name.  She also wanted him to
make the first advance.  Finally the cab pulled up in front of her
building, and he shut off the motor.  They still had not spoken a
word to one another.  Fawn stared at him in the mirror, making no
effort to get out.  He turned his head and glared at her over his
shoulder.
     "Isn't this it?" he said, staring suggestively first at her
mouth, then down at her loose tits that rose and fell in
excitement under her thin blouse.
     She had dressed in such a hurry that she had merely stuffed
her bra into her handbag.  When she said nothing, but simply
stared at him, her eyes saying, You can fuck me, you can fuck me,
please, he repeated his words.
     "Isn't this it?"
     "Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered,
angry with him for forcing her to begin it.
     His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers
twisted into a grin.  His eyes drifted again down to the visible
bumps her nipples made in the fabric of her blouse.
     "That depends on where you want to go," he said, staring
boldly at her tits.
     "I want to go crazy," Fawn whispered.  She shifted her
shoulders slightly so that the out-thrusting tit-globes swayed
beneath the cloth.
     "What kind of crazy do you want to go?"
     "I'll bet you can figure that out."
     His eyes came back up to her face, slightly threatening, but
still flickering with sarcasm.  "Why don't you tell me?"
     He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced
inwardly with fear of him.  What am I doing? she asked herself.
But at the same time his rough, bold manner excited her.
     "Because you already know," she said.
     Suddenly he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two
rough callused fingers along her cheek.  His dark eyes were hot
and smoky.  "But I want to hear it from you."
     Fawn's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers
against her cheek.  "I ... I," she tried to speak, glancing down
at her shaking hands.
     Still caressing her cheek, her forehead, her chin, running
his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly.
"Is it hard?"
     Struck by his words, Fawn giggled shyly and stared straight
into his bold eyes.  "I don't know, is it?" she said.
     He smiled back at her and slowly nodded.  His hand slid down
from her face to her neck, her throat, down to the top button of
her blouse.  Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly
riveting her eyes with his own.
     He slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her tits
and scissoring the tender, swollen nipple with two rough-skinned
fingers.  Fawn gasped.
     "I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling her warm
aching tit.  "It's like kidnapping, if you changed your mind
later."
     "I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing
her body forward, mashing her tit into his rough hand.
     "Why not here?" he said, indicating her apartment building.
     "I have a roommate."
     "Maybe she's not home."  Now her nipples were erect and
throbbing.  He gently pinched each one, drawing fresh gasps of
pleasure from her.  "Why don't you go up and check?"
     Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded.  Oh god, she prayed, don't
be home, Staci!  She didn't even want him to take his hand off her
body long enough for her to go upstairs and check.
     "Come with me?" she said in a small voice.  "Can you leave
the cab?"
     "For you," he said softly.  "For you I can do anything."
     She waited while he parked the cab.  Then she rebuttoned her
two top buttons and took him upstairs with her to the apartment.
On the coffee table was a note from Staci, and Fawn began to think
that there must be fate after all.  Staci had gone to the
mountains for the weekend with a new boyfriend.
     Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty
hands hanging at his sides, grinning at her as broadly as before.
     "She won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice
nearly choked off with fear and excitement.
     Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more
attractive and more terrifying.  He had a powerful, muscular,
working man's body, with strong hairy forearms and thick humps of
muscle in his shoulders.  His jaw was large and sharp, his dark
eyes glittery now with obvious lust for her.
     She went back and fastened the bolt and chain on the door, so
that nothing like her interruption of Staci and Danika could
happen, even though she knew it was impossible.  When she turned
back to him his dark eyes bored into her.  "What's your name?" he
asked.  "It's Ca ... Carol," she stumbled.  "Carol.  Don't tell me
yours."
     "You don't want to know my name?  Is that part of the going
crazy you mentioned?"
     "You could say that."
     "What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he
chuckled.
     "I really don't know."  She looked away.  "What would you
like ... to do to me?"
     "Silly question," he chuckled again.
     "No, I mean besides that," she said, blushing hotly.  "I
mean, how would you like to ... go about it?"
     He cocked his head to one side as if she were a genuine
pervert, but a beautiful one of course.  He pondered her question
for a moment, then answered forthrightly.
     "I'd like to tie you up."
     Fawn gulped.  God, what have I got myself into? she wondered.
"And then what?" she asked, feeling her pulse hammer.
     His voice was serious, even tender.  "Oh, I wouldn't beat you
or anything, don't worry."  He stared at her for a moment as if to
say that not everyone was a kinky as she was.  "It's not my style.
But you're the one who wants to go crazy.  I just want to make
sure you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy."
     Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat
crazily in her flowing pussy.  It's all coming true.  I couldn't
have imagined it any better than this!  But what if he's not
telling the truth?
     "How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.
     "Would I lie to you?" he grinned.
     "I don't know.  Maybe you would."
     Her body was trembling and seething with need.  She knew with
a wince of terror that it really didn't matter.  She would
surrender to him no matter what, and that horrified her.  But it
would obliterate Eric and Danika, everything ...
     He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders.  "I guess you'll
just have to trust me," he said.  "You're the one who wants to go
crazy.  If you just want a regular little--"
     "No, no," Fawn interrupted him eagerly.  "You can ..."  She
had a hard time getting it out.  She had never done anything like
this in her life.  "You can ... tie me up, if you want to.  But
only if you promise not to hurt."
     He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room
to her and again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her
cheek.  "Only as much as you want," he said.  "I promise."
     "Really?"
     "Really."
     He took her face in his strong, rough hands and kissed her
with a raw authority that made Fawn giddy.  And while he was
kissing her he slid his hands down to her buttons again.  Within
seconds he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked tits.  He
kneaded them firmly, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing
his thumbs over her pulsing nipples.
     His lips were chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth
rasped on her tender skin.  He kissed her bronzed shoulders and
her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her tits so hard that it hurt
her.  But she was so weak and dizzy with lust that she didn't
care.
     His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore
at them.  Waves of heat shimmered through her tits.  He held them
in his palms and dug his fingers into them, lip-pinching her tight
nipples and sucking them between his teeth.
     Fawn put her hands on his shoulder in order to keep her
balance.  She shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and
hissing with pleasure, pushing her aching tits into his face.  She
moaned in low animalistic sounds from the sweet pain his harsh
mouth and rough, grasping fingers caused in her sensitive tits and
teeth-tortured nipples.
     Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer.  Gasping,
mewling, biting her lip, she pushed him away.  "I ... I thought
you wanted to tie me up."
     He nodded, and grinned.  "You're so beautiful, Carol," her
said.
     "Thank you."
     It was almost comic, she thought, how formal and polite they
were.  Quickly she took him into her bedroom.  She pulled down the
bed-covers, then fished in the waste basket and found a couple of
discarded pairs of pantyhose.  She handed them to him.
     He tested them for strength, then nodded.  "Perfect," he
said.  "Take off your skirt and lie down."
     Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip
her skirt.  But she obeyed him.  Her whole body was alive with
tremors of anticipation.  When she hooked her thumbs under the
elastic of her bikini panties and began to peel them down her
tawny thighs, he shook his head.
     "Leave them on," he said decisively.
     "But you--"
     "Leave them on."
     She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress.
Again he rubbed his rough knuckles against her cheek, a gesture of
curiously harsh tenderness that made Fawn's cunt gush and itch
anew each time he did it.
     "Give me your wrists," he said.
     She stuck out her arms with her wrists pressed together, and
he began to bind them with one pair of pantyhose.  She watched the
thick rippling muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands.
     "Why don't you take off your clothes too," she murmured
shyly.
     "Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still untied
makeshift rope go slack around her wrists.
     He removed his shirt and Fawn devoured his powerful, athletic
torso.  She loved the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest
and stomach, and the thinner fur on the backs of his shoulders.
He unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his
strong legs in one motion.
     Fawn gasped softly as his gigantic red prick sprang up,
bobbing and jumping.  It was even bigger than Eric's!  A huge
monster of stiff jerking fuck-meat, its shiny purplish head an
angry pulsing balloon of flesh.  She stared at his massive
thundering cock and suddenly knew she had got more than she had
bargained for.
     He stepped forward and pulled her wrists up again, cinching
them tight.  Fawn's flesh turned to hot jelly.  She trembled so
hard that she could barely stay seated on the edge of the
mattress.  She whimpered with fear, unable to take her eyes off
his twitching cock.
     "God, it's so big!" she murmured.
     Gently he pushed her down on the mattress, drawing her bound
wrists up to the brass bars of the headboard.  As he looped the
corded nylon through the bars and tied it, she squirmed over onto
her stomach, shutting her eyes and biting her lip.
     Before moving to the end of the bed to tie her ankles, he
scooped his hand beneath her chin and lifted her face up from
between her arms.  "Don't you want to ... ?" he hinted with his
head, indicating that she should roll over onto her back.
     Fawn shook her head rapidly, with fierce determination.  "I
want it this way," she panted.  "I want you to fuck me in the ass.
Oh Jesus, do it to me, please I want it, I want it!"
     He smiled and shrugged, glancing down the smooth bronze
expanse of her naked back to the high, upcurving globes of her
ass, still half-concealed by the gauzy fabric of her panties.
"Whatever you want, you can have," he said.
     Quickly he moved down to her feet.  He ripped the second pair
of pantyhose in two and tied each of her ankles to an opposite
corner of the bed, splaying her legs widely.  By this time Fawn
was nearly delirious with need, writhing and moaning with
incredible sexual excitement.
     She felt him crouching between her spread-eagled legs on the
bed, felt his gargantuan, hot, throbbing cock against the bare
back of her left thigh as he leaned down over her back and
whispered hotly in her ear.
     "You're serious?  You want it in the ass?"
     "Yessss!" she hissed.  "Pleeease!"
     "Got any vaseline, cooking oil?"
     "There's olive oil in the kitchen," she panted, almost out of
control.
     She felt the bed sink and rise as he left it.
     While he was gone she tried to control her feverish panting,
tried to make her shivering body relax.  She wriggled on the bed,
feeling her stiff nipples ache as the sheet scraped across them,
feeling the corded pantyhose bite into her wrists and ankles.
     She felt the bed sink again as he returned.  Suddenly she
felt his tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs
met the bulging flesh of her asscheeks.  He nipped at her panties,
with his teeth.  Fawn shuddered, whimpering with excitement.  Now
she realized why he had told her to leave them on.
     "Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as his teeth nipped at the quivery
flesh of her ass through the thin cloth.
     She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her flimsy panties
with his teeth.  Her pussy burned and flowed.  She couldn't keep
her body still.  Her ass bucked and undulated up into his
attacking teeth.  Oh Jesus, get them off!  Tear them off, yes!
     He managed to rip a hole in them.  His tongue slipped through
it deep into the crack of her ass.  Fawn yelped and shivered with
surprise.
     "Oh!  Unneeee!  Oh!" she cried out, her flipping ass wiggling
out of his grip as she writhed helplessly with unexpected
pleasure.
     Apparently her writhing excited him.  He wasted no more time
tearing at her panties with his teeth.  Instead he grabbed the
cloth with his hands and ripped it apart.  Her panties
disintegrated into shreds of cloth.  He clawed at them, baring her
asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her runny cunt below them.
     She felt his breath on her ass, then his tongue dipping into
the long secret crack of her ass.  She squealed sharply as it
tickled the tightly shut ring of her asshole, then slithered
lower.  When it reached her achy, soupy pussy-lips she really came
unglued.
     "Unnhhh!  Oh yes!  Unnnhhh!" she groaned.
     He sucked her pussy-lips and jabbed his long tongue up into
the tingling wet slit of her cunt.  She scrunched her face into
the sheet and up-tilted her ass to his invading mouth and hands,
shrieking with delight as his harsh tongue scraped the raw bud of
her throbbing clit.
     Moaning deliriously, she felt him sawing his monstrous cock
up and down between her cheeks.  It would never fit, she knew it!
It could never fit into the tiny fear-pinched passage where he had
only moments ago had his long wriggly tongue.  She felt the
massive fuck-stalk wedged between the cheeks of her ass, bursting
and throbbing with insane power, and gulped with terror.
     Then he began to grease her ass-crack with the olive oil.
Fawn began to shake uncontrollably.  Her body shivered with hot
tremors, and she pleaded with him shamelessly.
     "Ohhhhhhh yes fuck me," she moaned, tossing her head
frantically.  "Fuck me, fuck me, pleeeeease!"
     "I will, honey, I will," he said calmly, inserting first one,
then two well-greased fingers into her asshole to open it up.
     "Ungghh!" Fawn grunted softly, feeling pain and a wild
unfamiliar pleasure at the same time.
     She gritted her teeth and sucked in her breath.  She could
hear his own harsh panting and knew he was just as aroused as she
was.  He finger-fucked her tight asshole for a few minutes,
getting it used to the idea.  Then Fawn held her breath, knowing
there was no escape now.
     She quit breathing entirely as he lodged the huge bulb of his
cock in the small opening of her asshole.  He held her asscheeks
apart and tried to inch it slowly into her.  At first it wouldn't
go in.  But he was strong, and he pushed and grunted.
     "Ohhhh noooo!" she sobbed, feeling unexpected tears squirt
from the sides of her tightly shut eyes.  "Aaaaggghhhiiieeee!" she
howled suddenly as it popped inside.  "Ohhhh!  Owwchh!  Unngghh!
Oh owwwchhh!"
     Her whole body erupted in sizzling bolts of electrifying
pain.  The hot pain poured through her body, throbbing and
changing into a fierce, excruciating pleasure as he slid the rest
of his fiendishly huge cock into her ass.  She was skewered on his
massive spiky pole of ass-reaming prick.
     The pain and pleasure were so intense and intermingled that
she thought she was going to black out.  And it got even worse as
he bent forward over her, grasping her bare shoulders with his
hands.  He lunged forward into her, burying his gigantic rock-hard
cock as deep as it would go in the tight flaming channel of her
shitter.
     Tense with agony and unbearable pleasure, totally impaled on
his merciless cock, she squirmed down into the mattress, feeling
her hard throbbing nipples burn into the sheet.  She grunted
mindlessly with lust and impatience, lifting her ass to him,
wanting him to rape and ravish her brutally.
     He now lay slumped on her naked back, his teeth roaming and
nipping the flesh of her coppery shoulders as he enjoyed the
intense pleasure that came from her tight ass pinching his burning
prick-shaft.  But Fawn was delirious with need.  Fuck me!  she
wanted to scream at him.  Make everything else disappear!  Just
fuck me!  She tilted her ass up to him and begged him in
incoherent gasps and pleas.
     "Fuck me, please, fuck me!" she implored.  "Unnngghhhh!
Ohhh, it's so good!  Sooo good, unnghhhh!  Yesss!  Fuck me hard,
fuck my ass hard, please!  Rape me, yes, unghh!  Ungh!  Ungh!
Owwnnch!  Oh god!  Ungh!"
     She egged him on, bucking her hips back into him.  Her
wildly-twitching body flashed with sexual heat as she felt the
huge monster sink into her ass again and again.  And whether it
was her words or the frantic undulations of her body that drove
him into a frenzy, he suddenly began to give her what she wanted.
     He reared up over her, pulling his prick out to the edge of
her asshole, grasping her thighs with his rough, strong hands.
Then he plunged it back into her so brutally that she squealed and
whimpered with shock, her body erupting in wild shivers of bliss.
     She thrashed and wriggled so wildly that the coiled pantyhose
on her ankles and wrists bit into her skin.  Again he slammed his
piercing, punishing cock into her, and again!
     "Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned helplessly, her body pliant and
submissive.  "Unnhhh ... Oohhhhhh!"
     His hard lower belly slapped into her jouncing, quivering ass
as he hammered his ass-splitting prick deeply into her.  Fawn
thrust back and up into him with her shuddering hips, taking the
full penetration of his brutal cock.  She pinched and wrenched it
with her ass muscles, driving him wilder still.
     Already she was coming.  The hot surging waves of honey-fire
poured through her writhing body, and she cried out with sobbing
ecstasy.
     "Unngghh!  Oh god, I'm coming!  Unngghiiiieeee!" she wailed.
     But it wasn't enough for her.  She wanted to drown completely
in it.  She wanted a fuck that would totally destroy her, so that
nothing in the past had any reality, ever again.  His hard body
crushed her from above.  His savage hands mashed between her hot
tits and the sheet, squeezing them brutally, his fingers twisting
and pinching her nipples until she was shrieking and crying with
pain.
     Still she swooped her ass up again and again to the pounding
penetration of his tireless cock.  She dug her elbows and knees
into the mattress and tilted her ass up to him, swirling it in
small circles, twitching it back into his plunging fucker,
grunting as he slammed forward and crammed her flaming asshole
with it.
     The bed shimmied and creaked and swayed like a ship in a
hurricane as their wet straining bodies clapped together.  She
felt his massive plunging cock grow even bigger inside of her.
Now he's going to come! she thought.  He's going to come too!
     She could feel a bigger climax hurtling toward her too.  He
swarmed over her back, sinking his teeth crazily into the flesh of
her shoulders, clawing her tits with his hands.  Each brutal
piercing thrust of his cock lifted the lower part of her body off
the bed completely.
     Fawn screeched helplessly, twisting and thrashing as hot
whirlwind tornadoes of coming wrenched her body.  The long ass-
murdering rocket of his prick exploded deep inside her ass,
squirting hot strings of jism into her.  And Fawn thought she
would pass out from the firestorm of ecstasy that throttled her.
     "Aaggnnhiieeee!" she screamed.  "Owwnncchhh!  Oh!  Unghh!
Oggghhh god, god!  Oh shit, yes, unghhh!  Anngghiiieeeee!
Aiieeeee!"
     Everything disappeared but the killing pleasure of the
moment.  It was what she had wanted, a fuck so fierce and brutal
that nothing before or after it would ever be the same.  They lay
still for a long while with his cock still embedded deep in her
throbbing asshole, both of them stunned by the blinding fury of
their climax.
     She was in a state of collapsed exhaustion when she felt him
finally slide his prick out of her wounded asshole.  He caressed
the high creamy moons of her sweat-glistening asscheeks with his
rough hands, and Fawn could feel a twinge of new pleasure inside
her cunt, as if she might come again, just from the feel of his
rough fingers on her ass.
     "God, that was good!" she gasped, smiling up at him with
gratitude.
     He was busy untying her hands and feet, freeing her as
quickly as possible.  When he had finished, she drew him down
beside her on the bed.  Thoughts of Danika and Eric were never
farther from her mind as she nuzzled his rough cheek and let her
hand trail down his body to his limp cock.
     "Ummmm, I'll bet you rape all your attractive passengers in
the ass that way, don't you," she purred playfully, giving his
enormous cock a gentle squeeze.
     "Only when they want to go crazy," he replied, now beginning
to caress her body more tenderly.
     In only a few minutes, his cock began to swell and throb
again.  Fawn's body came to life quickly under his hands and
mouth.  "Why don't we go crazy the regular way this time?" she
asked him softly, pumping his newly stiff prick up toward her wet
pussy slit.
     "Sounds like a good idea to me," he said.
     "Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "there never was a better one, honey.
Just get it in me, quick.  I want you to fuck me all night."
     She rolled onto her back, her thighs yawning apart to receive
him, and everything she had worried about before vanished in a hot
new surge of passion and wild bliss.



                              The End
