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Twice As Nice Vice 

by 

Don Tsuris


Chapter 1


Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Kelley took a night-school 
class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself 
was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would 
come over while Kelley was gone, and Fawn would tease him, dance half-
naked in front of him, finally coax him into fucking her in the 
bathtub, or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break the monotony of 
the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town on a business conference, 
and all in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone 
once in awhile and had little opportunity for it.

She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now, and though 
she seemed to like him as much as ever, and though the sex was still 
pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do 
it in, she couldn't help feeling a little stale and weary about the 
whole thing. Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new 
intensity into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, 
I really don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy 
the peace and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair, 
and maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.

As soon as Kelley had gone, Fawn had slipped out of her clothes and 
into her bathrobe, then fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, 
she went into the bathroom and started the tub water, and while she 
waited for the tub to fill she piled her thick auburn hair on top of 
her head and placed a shower hat over it. She did this because she 
liked each thing to be separate--first the bath, then the hair washing, 
then the relaxing glass of wine. She enjoyed luxuriating in the tub 
without her hair becoming all wet and stringy and cold, clinging to her 
bare shoulders, making her head heavy.

When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down 
at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was 
that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body 
closely. At other times, Kelley's presence, even if the bathroom door 
was locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious, as if it were 
somehow wrong or even filthy to touch your own nipples or run a tender, 
tickling finger along the moist folds of your own cunt. She was afraid 
she might shudder or moan softly, and Kelley would overhear her. Not 
that she ever masturbated anymore, since she had no need for that. What 
with Jeff balling her silly three or four times a week, she never felt 
the need to make herself come.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked 
body in total privacy, to be proud of it without having to explain her 
pride, to investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all 
men, crave her so much, that made Jeff, for instance, groan and sob and 
twitch with passion from the moment he touched her bare flesh to the 
moment he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with seed. So now that 
she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.

While the hot water crashed into the bathtub, she took a hand mirror 
and stood with it before the full-length mirror on the back of the 
bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At 
twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth. Her skin 
tanned easily, richly, and since she knew that the contrast between 
tanned and untanned skin was somehow bewitchingly sexy, she always kept 
her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra 
protected it from the sun. There her skin was pate and creamy, 
marvelously white and tempting, her firm high buttocks two lovely 
glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back, her 
young uptilted breasts two creamy globes of firm fleshy fruit thrusting 
out above a velvety expanse of flat golden midriff. She also knew she 
had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones, the aureoles wide 
circles that were tinged a deep rose and that swelled up puffily off 
her breasts like soft, faintly stippled cones, the centers thick 
springy nubs that pushed out even further.

She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways, admiring the 
full perky curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow 
waist, her firm round breasts, just the right size, the long nipples 
swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly down the silken skin of 
her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the deep puckered cup of 
her navel. Every time she touched her navel she couldn't help 
remembering her first lover, a boy back in high school, who once in a 
hot sweat of desire had been kissing her stomach, going down it slowly 
and lovingly on his way to her cunt, which he was in the habit of 
tonguing and sucking into spasms of delirious joy. But this time, when 
he reached her navel with his tongue he began to stab and tongue-fuck 
it too, going at it so passionately that before either of them knew it 
he was coming, squirting warm slimy semen all over her leg and the 
sheet. Not every girl can make a man come with only her bellybutton, 
she giggled to herself.

She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to 
the firm flesh of her tawny thighs, and dug her fingers gently into 
their ripe resilience, watching her tanned skin shimmer under each 
fingertip, feeling a tiny wince of pleasure as all the nerves of her 
legs responded. She planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees 
slightly, and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. On one 
side the mirror gave back a normal reflection, but on the other side, 
the side she used, it magnified everything enormously. With delight and 
fascination, she gazed down at the huge furry-fringed pink-lipped slash 
of her own cunt. The folds of her vulva were dewy and moist, but only 
half-blossomed, revealing only tantalizing hints of the slick fiery-red 
inner cuntmeat they protected. The small nerve-bundle of her clitoris 
was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.

Fawn inserted one forefinger--which instantly became gigantic as its 
reflection appeared in the hand-mirror--slowly between the lips of her 
cunt, parting them further, sliding the finger all the way into the 
warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the 
last knuckle. Her knees trembling involuntarily, she rotated the 
finger, and with her thumb rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and 
pulsed. "Ohhhnnn!" she gasped.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching 
it at the same time, especially since the magnifying mirror made it 
look like the cunt of a giantess being probed by a monstrous hand, and 
yet she felt all the tingling sensations herself. She shut her eyes, 
whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at 
the sight. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now, and she 
could get two fingers fully into it, but her other hand shook so badly, 
her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or 
keep the hand mirror in place. Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor 
and squatted over it, digging softly in her flowing pussy with two 
hands now, shivering uncontrollably, noticing her glazed eyes in the 
door mirror, surprised to see her long nipples tight and erect. Oh god, 
I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it! "Ahhnnn ... 
anngghh ..." she heard the sounds coming from her throat.

Her whole body flushed and melting with hot tremors, her mind reeling 
happily, urgently with the decision she had made to bring herself off, 
to make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it 
all, if she could only keep her feverishly fluttering eyelids open, she 
at first didn't notice the water on the floor. But suddenly her bare 
knees felt wet, shocking her out of the giddy sexual delights that 
poured through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself, and 
she gasped, and turned her head, and saw it spilling rapidly over the 
edge of the tub.

Oh shit ... oh goddamn it! "SHIT!" she shouted, hearing her voice echo 
against the tile walls even over the loud whoosh of the spilling water. 
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the 
plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was 
submerged in water.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with angry tears at her 
own foolishness, Fawn snatched towels from every available rack and 
began mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the 
emptying tub, then sopped up more water, so angry and busy at the task 
that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang 
again, and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier. "GODDAMN IT!" 
she shrieked.

She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door, 
finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was 
still totally naked. She leapt back to the bathroom for her robe, 
slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breath and her rage as 
she walked down the hall again to the door.

"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric 
there when she opened it.

Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. 
But the look on his face said that he felt even more down than she did 
at the moment. "Only me," he said. "Can I come in?"

"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind 
him.

But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into 
the living room, nervous, jumpy. "Have you got anything to drink around 
here?"

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine." Fawn 
pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back over 
her shoulders, knowing now it would be a while until she got to her 
bath.

"I'll take the Scotch."

"What's the matter, Eric?" With him following her, she went into the 
kitchen and poured him his drink, which he grabbed and gulped 
thirstily.

"Danika," he growled. "She's been ... making it with another guy. For 
nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."

"Oh no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a 
hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."

Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to 
her, and she refilled it with the pale golden liquor. "Aren't you going 
to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all 
alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to 
mask his misery.

"I don't want you to get drunk at all." But as she looked into his eyes 
and saw the pain there, and then thought of her own foolishness moments 
ago in the bathroom, she was very tempted to join him. Not to get 
drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a 
little while. Help him forget. She know he probably wanted to talk 
about what a bitch his wife Danika was to do this to him, and she 
wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there. Long ago she had 
suspected something like this would happen, for her woman's instincts 
told her that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be 
happy with only one man at a time. Danika was a small dark-haired girl 
with flashing eyes, long natural eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a 
full sensual mouth, and a sexual aura that filled any room she came 
into with mysterious, murky invitations. For her small size she had a 
beautifully curvaceous body, and stunning long legs, and from the 
beginning Fawn had thought Eric was in for trouble in marrying her. Now 
that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for 
Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I 
told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support, 
and it would get her mind off that silly fiasco she'd been performing 
in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eric joked again, winking through his sadness. "What kind of 
party is it with only one drunk?"

Fawn smirked at him. "Why not." She took a glass from the cupboard and 
filled it with ice and Scotch, then clinked it against his and drank.

They took the bottle with them into the living room and sat down, Fawn 
on the sofa, Eric in one of the easy chairs, and he began predictably 
to tell her about Danika's bitchiness, how she had not only been 
fucking around behind his back, but doing it with one of his best 
friends. He launched into a long, morose, bitter, increasingly tipsy 
tirade, and Fawn listened dutifully, drinking along with him and 
nodding at the right moments. The Scotch made her warm and tingly, but 
as time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of 
some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery. It was hard 
enough to keep the skirts over her thighs and knees, but even worse was 
the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more, and 
her firm outthrusting breasts pushed against the front part of the robe 
until the neck-lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and 
more of her smooth tanned upper chest.

Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of 
the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin, rasping softly 
across her sensitive nipples, rustling smoothly against the skin of her 
inner thighs when she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making 
an excuse and getting up to change, but it felt so good and she was so 
warm and tingly, she really couldn't decide. In front of her brother 
she felt very modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed, 
especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's betrayal of him that 
he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention.

After a while, as Eric droned on and on about Danika's infidelities, 
Fawn didn't really hear him anymore. Instead she simply stared at him, 
feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and soon fell into a sort of trance 
in which she found herself dreamily remembering herself and her brother 
as kids, as teenagers, swimming, laughing, dancing, playing tennis 
together, dating each other's friends. The warm, happy feelings and 
images bubbled through her, and she yielded to them totally. It all 
seemed so long ago.

She recalled one time when she was sixteen and had lost her skimpy 
bikini bra while diving into the family swimming pool. Embarrassed and 
panicky, she had surfaced squealing, splashing, searching for it, but 
Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped into the pool and scooped it up 
before she could reach it. Still laughing, he had climbed out and sat 
on the edge of the pool, dangling it from one hand, refusing to return 
it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, her arms crossed 
nervously over her bare young breasts. She could still recall the look 
in his eyes as he boldly tried to peak through the angles of her elbows 
and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. And it gave her a sharp 
butterfly tickle in the pit of her stomach to remember how, just before 
snatching the bra back from his extended hand, she had flung her arms 
to the sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Poor 
Eric's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.

And that scene made her recall another. She remembered what a beautiful 
man's body Eric had, all bronzed and hard and muscular, his hair 
bleached red-gold from the sun, his arms and legs sinewy and strong, 
his shoulders broad and powerful. She remembered how, when swimming 
with him, her eyes were constantly, shamefully drawn to the bulge made 
by his penis and balls in his tight swim trunks, how she always tried 
to look at his crotch when he was looking somewhere else. She had told 
herself it was only natural curiosity, and mostly tried to conceal her 
desire to look from herself as much as she did from him, but apparently 
he had once or twice caught her gazing with hypnotic adolescent 
fascination at his crotch. For one afternoon when she walked past his 
bedroom, there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the open 
door, his naked thighs spread and his long thick tube of penis hanging 
there in all its glory for her to see. And she had stopped, raising her 
fist to her mouth in delighted surprise, and stared at his prick until 
of its own accord it began to swell and rise and thump with blood. 
Then, with a nervous giggle and a very hot face, she had turned and 
fled down the hall.

Nothing more than these two incidents had ever happened between them, 
but now as Fawn remembered it all she felt the same guilty flutterings 
and sharp tremors of heat in her body that she'd felt then. She 
squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she drifted back toward 
conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's droning voice had stopped. 
Then she saw his eyes, saw that he was sunk in some kind of trance, 
too, saw him staring at her, but not at her face, no, lower, lower, at 
her body, and she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe 
had come completely undone, probably because of her unconscious 
squirming. The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her 
throat to the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair.

Flushing with embarrassment, trying to regain quick control of her 
wits, she pulled the robe shut. "Oh, I ... I don't know what happened 
to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked quietly, his eyes briefly pained as the satin 
closed across the naked delights of her body.

"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister." Across her mind flashed the image of his thick 
ropey adolescent penis thumping and filling with blood. What must it be 
like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I 
thinking like that for! I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!

Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up, and 
grinned at her. "That's right, you are. I guess I almost forgot. For a 
minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your 
bikini top."

Fawn blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond 
control.

"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now ... now--"

"Eric. I think we'd better change the subject." Fawn's blood was 
thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and prickly, her mind in 
a confused whirl. She felt so close to something dangerous that she 
didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply 
to take charge right now, not to let it happen again. They were both a 
little drunk, but he more than she, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, 
she tightened the sash of her robe and stood up. "I think I'd better 
change, get into something else. Don't you?"

"No." He grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but dead serious.

"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't 
any chance of ..." But she couldn't go on.

"Of what?"

"You know very well what." She looked down at him and wondered how he 
could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her chest was 
heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump 
nipples floating under the shiny satin.

Eric's eyes flickered with bold, half-drunk ironies. "Tell you what. 
Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then 
we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, 
we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."

He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had 
not budged a step since she had stood up. "Well, I guess I've heard 
everything now," Fawn said, trying to match his calm irony.

"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice too was now getting thick, 
clotted with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once 
more, before you change? Just for family's sake."

"Why should I?" My god! Fawn thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him. 
I'm just making it worse!

"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."

"Lovelier than Danika?" she whispered softly, growing more ashamed of 
herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to 
the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.

"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."

"All you want to do is see me?"

"That's all."

"You won't touch?"

Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't 
kids anymore. "Promise," he said.

"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach tumbling with 
excitement, her body flashing all over with heat. "I don't believe you 
for a minute ... not for a minute ..." But her fingers were fiddling 
with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging it, pulling the slippery 
fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this 
time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before him as she had 
earlier posed for herself before the mirror, to show him everything, 
back, front, profile. She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, 
but the impulse was almost overwhelming. In the split second it took 
her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing him 
for the first time every delectable inch of her supple nude body, her 
mind switched tracks, and she knew the step had been taken, there was 
no going back, they would do it now, and she would let it happen, she 
would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her 
nerve because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen, even 
though her body now seethed and ached for him.

Eric's face froze with some powerful mixture of awe and desire as he 
scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the 
fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she pirouetted in front of 
him, showing him the high pale globes of her buttocks, bending 
gracefully as she completed her turn so that her firm breasts swayed 
outward and bobbled pertly, her long puffy nipples already half-erect 
as they swirled before his mesmerized gaze.

"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.

Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.

She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off 
its finer points, tracing the intricate soft cambers and dips of her 
ribcage where it flowed into her flat sun-browned stomach, cleverly 
raising her knuckles to the smooth curved undersides of her creamy 
breasts and nudging them so that they juggled and quivred. In response 
to this gesture Eric's harsh breath seemed to be clawing its way out of 
his throat. And that sound excited Fawn further. She went closer to 
him, closer, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent breasts, 
watching his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when 
she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling 
her forward strongly, then squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed his 
face into her stomach, and slithered his tongue into her navel. "Ohh! 
Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp, jumping away from him, 
trying to act shocked and scandalized, though the feel of his tongue in 
her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her buttocks had 
made her simply reel with hot thrills. "Oh, Eric," she said, half-
mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"

Eric's face was obviously crawling with desire for her, but he managed 
to grin again, and flex his fingers, the ones he had just dug into her 
jouncy ass. "Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.

"Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away, her heart 
skittering and jumping more rapidly than ever as her brother stood up 
from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure of 
his bulging, pants-cramped penis. She could still feel the impressions 
in her bare buttocks where his fingers had sunk, and a tiny trace of 
saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, god, she thought. I should 
stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let you fuck me, oh god, 
please Eric, stop it yourself, I can't do it, I want it too much!

Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her. "Fawn 
... Fawn, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes 
racing over her nakedness.

She kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes, shaking 
her own head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth but unable to make any 
sounds come out. "Eric, you know we can't."

"Yes, we can." He backed her into a wall, the sharp gnash of his zipper 
sending hot needles of excitement and anticipation through her 
trembling flesh. His hands cupped her feverish face, his lips came down 
toward hers.

"No, Eric, no no!" she whimpered. "What about ... Kelley?"

"Where is she?"

"She's at school." His lips met hers, curving into them, his tongue 
slipping between her parting teeth, and his hands dropped to her 
shoulders, then down to her breasts, and he filled his palms with them.

Gently squeezing her full breasts, Eric kissed her cheek, her neck, 
then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He 
thrusted his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the 
same time, "When does she get home?"

Fawn moaned. "Ahhhnnnn." Her body was totally pliant and yielding, her 
cunt wet and achy, and as he frenched her ear and caressed her 
throbbing breasts, she slid her hands under the elastic of his shorts 
and grasped his hot huge prick, freeing it from its underwear trap, her 
fingers stroking it urgently, and she knew she didn't care anything 
about Kelley, who wouldn't be home for another two hours anyway. I just 
want you to fuck me! she thought wildly. Here, right here against the 
wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!

Eric's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left breast, and he 
licked the large rosy nipple thirstily. "When does she get home?" he 
repeated, panting, his voice half-strangled by his passion.

But before she could answer, she felt his mouth close over her pulsing 
nipple, felt it stiffen and flame with heat, felt her legs weaken, her 
knees turn to jelly. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain 
standing, and she pulled him against her so that she could feel the 
long jumping gristly stalk of his prick pressing against her naked 
belly. Her breath whistled past her teeth as he hungrily slurped and 
sucked her throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his 
grasp. "Oh Eric ..." she murmured, "oh, Eric, are you going to fuck me? 
Are you? Are you going to fuck me?"

Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the 
bedroom. His hands stroked her long coppery back, her pale ass, her 
silky thighs, while she tore at his shirt, skimmed his pants and briefs 
down his legs, stooping and clumsily licking his twitchy red cock 
before he pulled her to her feet, kissed her lips again with a savage 
tenderness, and laid her down on her back on the bed the way he wanted 
her to be.

Shivering with excitement and frightening lust, Fawn yielded completely 
to her brother, lying on the bed so that her feet still touched the 
floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge of the mattress, 
the wet glistening furrow of her pussy uptilted and gaping and totally 
vulnerable. She knew that if he wanted her this way it was so he could 
stand on the floor himself, and gain so much leverage that she was in 
for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from the huge pulsing 
purplish ramrod of flesh that he was now lowering between her thighs. 
Shuddering with the awful guilt of what they were doing, she 
nevertheless submitted completely to his wishes. His hard tanned 
muscular body was so desirable that she wanted to swarm over him 
herself, and kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his gigantic 
penis into her mouth, and feel his hungry lips burrowing madly in her 
boiling cunt, and do everything, everything! before they got down to 
the actual fucking. But Eric's hot driving passion for her was so 
overwhelming that she had no choice, she had to give her body to him 
instantly, and let him ravish her and puncture her with his fierce cock 
until she bled with coming, if that was necessary.

Her body quivered out of control. "Ohhhh ... ah baby, oh, Eric, we ... 
can't, we can't do this ... unnhhhgg! oh god, suck me baby ..." she 
moaned and mewled deep in her throat as his mouth again went to her 
barely slackened breasts, and found each of her stiff sensitive nipples 
again, and gave them long agonizing throat-sucks. Her frenzied fingers 
flittered over his hot, fiendishly hard cock where it bobbed in 
readiness between her spread thighs. She passionately pinched the large 
flaring bulb on the head of his prick with her fingers, pulling it 
toward her open steamy slit, aching to be filled by it. And her fingers 
on his prick drove Eric wild with happy desire. His hands stroked her 
smooth hips and steadied her pelvis, and he carefully lodged the 
swollen head of his cock in her squnchy vulva, then gazed straight into 
her eyes with heart-wrenching awe and love as he slid the full length 
of his burning shaft deep into her flowing pit.

"Ahhhnn ... nnuunnnn nnuunnnn, oh shit ohhhhh shiiiit oh Eric baby, oh 
yes! Yes!"

It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had ever felt 
inside of her. It was sunk deep in the pit of her belly, the head of it 
nudging the mouth of her womb, and Eric did not pull it out 
immediately, but instead left it buried in her while he scooped her 
shoulders up in his arms and lowered his bare hard chest down on her 
breasts and put his lips to her ear. "Fawn ... Fawn," he groaned in a 
husky whisper.

"Yesssss, oh yessss," she answered, her body undulating of its own 
accord beneath him. She knew he wanted to say more, but he was 
speechless with desire for her, as she was for him, and at this moment 
all she wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely 
in and out of her. "Fuck me, Eric ... unnnnhh! oh yes, like that, 
unnnunnn oh god yessss! ... fuck me, baby, you can do anything you want 
to me, anything at all, oh! oh! unnhhh!"

He brought long shuddering moans from deep in her chest by drawing his 
long prick slowly out of her smoldering pussy until the head of it 
nearly escaped her clinging cuntlips, then sliding it slowly again all 
the way in. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they 
were doing made them both so urgent that they could not be slow and 
gentle for long. And Eric had placed her on the mattress this way for a 
purpose, she know. Soon they were both digging their feet into the 
floor, whooping and groaning and whimpering, their striving bodies 
writhing together.

Fawn clenched the muscles of her thighs and flung her pelvis up into 
her brother's raging, hammering, piercing prick, gagging and squealing 
with wild joy as she felt the huge, ravaging pole cram her cunt to the 
splitting point. Oh Jeeesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it, 
never, never!

She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body 
with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him, 
and pushed her breasts up into his grinding chest, and sought his mouth 
with her own, gobbling his lips and whimpering against his teeth. 
"Ohhh, it's so good, so good!" She was on fire, bubbling and seething 
with hot fuck-urgency, and she somehow knew she had never felt this 
way. The searing blade of his prick sliced up into her cunt, and her 
body shimmered with flame, and she screeched and clawed his back and 
moaned with guilty passion, knowing it was her very own brother who was 
fucking her so beautifully, and fearing she would never be happy with 
anyone else again, not after the blinding bliss of this moment.

Wriggling and squirming and groaning beneath him, loving the feel of 
his hard bare chest crushing her swollen breasts and stiff aching 
nipples, she still couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this 
massive rearing penis, the biggest she had ever felt, driving again and 
again into the depths of her soupy, clasping cunt. Stuffed with the 
huge stalk of it, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly 
with her cunt-muscles, and heard him moan with delight, felt his strong 
fingers biting into her back.

"Ohhhhnnn ... you're so good to me ..." she hummed, feeling the first 
distant rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. 
"Soooo good to me, so good, so gooood unnnhhh! Unh! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! 
Do it hard to me, ohn! anngghhh!"

Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he 
knew how to use it, but now that she hung and trembled and moaned on 
the verge of coming, he ripped his cock up into her with loving 
violence. Stabbed to the quick by it, her entire naked body flashing 
with fiery spasms as she flung her juicing cunt wildly up into his 
frantic thrusts, Fawn squealed and raked his shoulders. Hissing, her 
breath clawing its way out of her throat, she gagged and sputtered, 
opening her eyes to look at his face, seeing the hot blaze of love 
there.

"Eric! Oh baby ... oh I'm going to come! Kiss me ... oh god kiss meee! 
Quick! Onh! Unh! Ohhhhnnnn god kiss me, Eric, I'm ..." She groped for 
his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton tongue into it, 
dying repeatedly with fresh joys each time the fierce thick spike of 
his prick buried itself in her wet clenching pit. She shrieked as it 
tore into her, then stiffened, grunting helplessly like an animal as 
her body shuddered for release, then exploded in a hot blinding rush of 
coming. Everything was obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of 
her climax. She felt like an angel was fucking her, not a man, let 
alone her own brother, for her body was nothing but one shattering, 
blistering, throbbing heavenly spurt of pleasure.

She swarmed up into him, swallowing him with her thrashing body, 
sucking the seed out of him, hearing his choked moans, feeling every 
hard muscle in his fierce driving body tense into steel as he ploughed 
his erupting cock deep into her creaming pussy. With a strangled cry, 
he sank his wildly spurting prick into her, pumping her full of his 
boiling juices, crushing her body to him, squeezing her so roughly that 
she thought they both might die from the overpowering shock of the 
orgasm.

And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of 
her, and Fawn tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his 
forehead, and kissed him, tightening her cunt around his still stiff 
penis so that it would never come out of her, so that she would never 
have to give up this moment. She gazed up into his eyes. "Eric. Eric 
Eric Eric," she whispered. It was all she could say.



Chapter 2


Fawn made her brother leave before Kelley returned from night school. 
She didn't trust either of them to ever be able to look at each other 
any more without instantly revealing the hot shame and thrilling 
urgency of their mutual lust. By the time her roommate returned, she 
herself was in the bathroom again, merrily washing her hair under the 
shower as if nothing unusual had happened. But there was no way she 
could get it out of her mind, or wash the feel of him off her still-
tingling body.

The stormy passion of their shameful, wonderful, forbidden fuck had 
caught them both by surprise, and had spent itself more quickly than 
they realized. When they regained their breath and their senses, and 
Eric rolled off her with a happy moan, Fawn glanced at the bedroom 
clock and knew that Kelley would not be home for over an hour yet. 
Somehow she was both horrified and elated by this realization. It meant 
that nothing outside themselves would save them, not the clock, not 
Kelley, not anything. Being fucked by her own brother once, and loving 
it the way she had, all that was bad enough. But if they did it again 
...

Fawn knew the guilt would be even worse, but paradoxically doing it 
with him again would somehow make it okay, too. It would make them 
lovers in a way one spontaneous fuck could never do. And yet she 
couldn't restrain herself, couldn't hold herself back from him, but 
swarmed over him as he lay contentedly sprawled across her bed, 
nibbling his lower lip, licking the sweat from his hard shoulder. "Eric 
... Eric, it was never like that for me, never before," she whispered.

He kissed her and sighed as her hand found his long limp cock and 
squeezed it gently. "Never for me either," he said.

"But it's wrong," she whimpered meekly, "so wrong ... I don't know what 
got into us. I just couldn't help myself, I wanted you so badly, I 
still do. I still want you. Isn't that awful?"

He grinned, propping himself up on one elbow and running his other hand 
over her dangling breasts. "How could anything so good be awful?"

And she knew he was right, she knew no one should be able to tell her 
she was sinful or dirty to have yielded to the sweet joys she had just 
experienced. If it had thrilled her only because he was her brother, 
that might be something to worry about. But no, no, she felt this way 
because he had fucked her like no man ever fucked her before, and that 
was something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty! With a sharp 
wince of desperation, she understood that they must fuck again, they 
must, before he had to leave. Because if they parted now, tomorrow 
their shame might overwhelm their desire. They might never have this 
moment again! Fawn couldn't stand the thought of that. If she might 
never have him again, at least she had him now. He had to fuck her 
again, right now, he had to know that the first time was not an 
accident. She had to leave him with something that would tempt him back 
to her.

So, hoping he was not too exhausted to get it up again, she pushed him 
onto his back and straddled his waist and dangled her breasts above his 
face, sweeping her soft thick nipples over his nose and lips. "Eric ... 
Eric, baby," she murmured throatily, "Kelley won't be home for another 
hour ... a whole hour."

His tongue flicked up at her nipples, making her shiver. "You don't 
say?" he said, between licks.

"Do you like my body?"

"Ummmmm," Eric nodded, sucking her left nipple into his mouth, trying 
to swallow it.

Already she was panting, writhing her upper body slowly down into his 
face. He brought his hands up to her dangling breasts, and hungrily 
devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her 
breasts course with heat, her nipples seethe and burst with throbbing 
as he pinched and twirled them in his fingers, and sucked and lip-
mauled them roughly. "Do you like my body better than Danika's?"

"Better, much better!" he groaned, feeding her swollen, hanging breasts 
into his mouth, burying his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut 
pointing nipples.

Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching breasts down into his mouth, 
opening her mouth and making tight cawing sounds from deep in her 
throat. "Nnnngggh ... annnnggghhh," she moaned. "Do you like to suck my 
boobs?"

"Ummmmmm!"

Her cunt was hot and wet with juice again, and she pushed it down into 
the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his long prick rising against the 
crack of her ass, feeling it swell and twitch. "Ohhhh ... Eric, oh 
Eric, this time I'm going to fuck you while you suck my tits, like this 
... aaowwnnggg, oh like this, like this!"

She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick 
twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit, then slid down on 
it, impaling herself on the stiff prong of flesh. Giddy with wanton 
animalistic joy, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips, 
squeezing his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her 
cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her 
dangling breasts, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience 
while his lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples 
crazy.

Gasping, she wriggled her saliva-wet breasts down into his face and 
pinched his long lovely cock with her dripping pussy. "Do you like to 
fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnh! Eric? Eric? Oh baby, do you like 
it, do you like fucking me?"

"Oh yes, yes!" Eric moaned. He clenched the muscles of his pelvis and 
slammed his prick up into her, his fingers now digging in the jouncy 
firm flesh of her ass.

"Am I ... ohhnnnn oh Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I? 
Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good, I don't want it to ever stop! 
Unnggh! Tell me ... am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me 
again? Oh please, Eric! OH BABY, I'M ALREADY COMING!!"

The wonderful combination of his hungry mouth mauling her breasts and 
the huge battering ram of his prick piercing the hot spasming depths of 
her pussy had brought on her climax before she had even expected it. 
Shivering and whooping, she ground her body into his and held onto him 
for dear life, and felt her body being ripped to pieces with wave after 
delicious, pummeling wave of coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop, 
but just dipped and rose and clenched her with fearful hot paroxysms, 
then subsided, then rose again to bleed hot tremors out of her 
shuddering flesh.

She didn't know if it was soon or long after her first sharp spasm that 
Eric began to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, and 
tore up into her from the bed, plunging his prick into her deeper than 
ever, so that for the first time she felt herself happily wincing with 
the pain of the huge thing that battered the deep secret mouth of her 
womb. "Ohhhnn owww! ouch! owwwnnnnnuunnngghh!" she yowled, her body 
gripped by an even more fierce seizure of coming.

She rode him, and rode him, her body flipping out of control, but he 
held her strongly and buried his cock in her time after time, plunging 
it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it, pumping every last drop 
of jism he had in his balls into her.

And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get 
back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky 
with sweat, glowing with happily spent lust, gazing at each other with 
awe, but no longer with guilt. Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock again 
and saw that they'd been fucking this time for almost forty-five 
minutes. Kelley would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.

Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her ardently, 
stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's. 
"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding 
her.

"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth 
dipped to her breasts for one last thrilling suck at each long nipple. 
"Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.

"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.

"Call me?"

"Tomorrow." he said. "If I can wait that long."



But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that. And after 
her initial hurt passed, she began to understand why. It wasn't so much 
the shame of what they had done as it was their awesome, overpowering 
hunger for each other that they had to fear. Neither of them, she knew, 
had ever had such a blistering, burning, pulverizing, wholly 
uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. Somehow they both sensed that if 
they gave in completely to this blind, blazing thirst for each other's 
bodies, they might burn one another up so quickly in the furious 
holocaust that the whole thing would be over before they knew it. Even 
though she desperately wanted to see him, wanted to feel his body 
moving against hers, his hands racing over her bare skin, wanted to 
take his large pulsing cock into her mouth where it had never been, and 
devour him, and make him groan and spurt helplessly into her throat, 
she knew she still had to respect his judgment.

Nevertheless, 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, a kind of gnawing, aching, blood-bubbling horniness that was 
so persistent it was almost embarrassing. She felt like an animal in 
heat, always staring hotly at men, wondering 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.

When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and 
exultantly let him fuck her three times in rapid succession, and 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 it's got something 
to do with Eric. I have to see him again. If this keeps up, I'm just 
going to go crazy.

She didn't want to phone him because she knew the situation with Danika 
still might be delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself not to blurt 
out something over the phone about how much she needed him to fuck her, 
all of a sudden. The thought occurred to her that Eric might somehow 
have patched up things with his wife, and was afraid to call Fawn 
because he knew how that would upset the balance. But Fawn wanted to 
tell him it didn't matter, she wasn't jealous of his wife; she just 
needed him, she needed him so badly, he would have to understand how 
much she suddenly needed him, how curiously insatiable she had become.

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 resist jumping up and getting off. She knew 
it was a mad impulse. But 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, I can't just ...

But 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 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 way to politely 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 livingroom. 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 a martini by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon.

And Danika seemed defensive about it, too. From the kitchen she 
shouted, "I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I'm not just sitting 
here getting soused 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?"

"Sure," 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, being first 
so involved in her sexy childish memories, then swept up by her 
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. So I ..."

Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over 
it. She had it buttoned all the way to the throat, and it was not a 
sexy garment at all, but more like a little girl's fluffy robe, 
completely concealing her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on 
her feet. Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. She really 
couldn't doubt Eric's word, or her own earlier suspicions of the girl, 
but Danika certainly didn't seem like any kind of sexpot right now. 
Instead she was shy, and anxious, and pretty, and sad, and lonely, and 
Fawn found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, instead of 
the jealousy she had expected to feel.

"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Danika, timidly.

"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?" Fawn said calmly.

But Danika couldn't hold back the tears. She began to weep softly, her 
lovely face flushing with sadness. "I don't know," she sobbed quietly, 
"I just don't know. I suppose I am."

"Eric said you were having an affair with his best friend."

Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep 
sob. "I was. Oh Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand! I wish 
even I could understand! I love Eric, not the other guy, but somehow 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." She shook her head 
wildly, seized by a torment of weeping. "I was just burning up for him, 
and nothing helped. Nothing!"

Fawn gulped her martini, and felt her face grow hot, felt herself 
blushing, saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa, Danika 
was wracked with sobs, biting her fist, choking on her tears. Having 
someone to listen to her had brought up all her pain and confusion. 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. Oh, I understand, Danika! she thought. I understand more 
than you think.

"I knew it was wrong ... but there was nothing I could do!" Danika 
wept. "I couldn't stop myself!"

"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, went across the room, and sat next to 
Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shuddering hands between 
her own and cradled it and soothed 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, feeling very sad. If you only knew.

Danika smiled through her tears with temporary relief, sighing and 
bending her neck so that her head rested on Fawn's shoulder. She began 
crying softly again. "Oh ... I don't know why that makes me feel 
better. But it does ... in a way."

Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on Danika's moist nape, 
massaging her tenderly, comforting the girl, drawing her ever 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 curiously sad, too, and she put her arms around 
Danika and embraced her, feeling strange soft unfamiliar yearnings flow 
through her at the touch of Danika's tear-stained cheek against her 
bare neck.

"It's okay, okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her back 
through the quilted bathrobe. "We can't explain it, sometimes we just 
have to give into it ..."

Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn her eyes strangely murky 
with unmasked questions through the film of hot tears. And 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 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 and 
throbbing with strong emotion that they were deep into the kiss before 
either of them knew it. Their lips curved together with aching 
tenderness, and the slow lingering beauty of their kiss went on and on 
until Danika's lips imperceptibly parted as Fawn's tongue slipped into 
her mouth. Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own, felt 
herself sizzling with excitement and desire as their embrace grew 
tighter, their hands more urgent as they groped for each other's flesh 
through the fabric of their clothes.

When their lips finally came apart, Fawn found her own eyes filling 
with warm tears she didn't understand.

"You're crying," Danika murmured, brushing Fawn's cheeks with her lips.

"I know."

"Why are you crying?"

"I don't know," Fawn shook her head. But this time she shut her eyes 
with happiness when Danika's mouth found hers again, and 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, and 
when the kiss broke off they were both gasping. They gazed at each 
other, their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous. "I ... 
I've never done that," Danika said. "I mean, never kissed a woman." Her 
face was flushed, but her eyes still murky.

"Neither have I," Fawn whispered.

"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 wildly. We know where we're heading, we 
shouldn't play cute about it. God, she thought, god! I never thought 
anything like this would 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 simply kissing they drank 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, it 
was her and Danika. but her sister-in-law's searching mouth and 
probing, snaking wet tongue drove her nearly wild with excitement. 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 breasts, warm and smooth and spongy against 
her rubbing palm, the nipples tantalizingly soft and swollen as she 
clipped them gently with her fingers.

Danika sighed, and moaned against Fawn's teeth, and sucked her lower 
lip. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whispered huskily, "Are we going to 
fuck? Are we really going to do it?"

Instead of answering her, Fawn withdrew her hand and rapidly began to 
unbutton the robe, exposing Danika's firm lovely round breasts, 
lowering her mouth to the first wide brownish nipple that popped into 
view. She flicked it with her tongue, and licked the soft areola that 
was already flecked with tiny excited bumps, then sucked the springy 
center bud between her lips, sucking, sucking gently, sucking the whole 
large nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, feeling 
it stiffen and point. She had never had her mouth on a woman's breast 
before, but strangely enough she felt no shame or guilt, only a joyful 
surge of warmth and passion. She cupped Danika's firm beautiful breasts 
in her hands, admiring their almost perfect roundness, filling her 
palms with their warm smoothness, feeling the blood beat in her throat 
as she closed her lips again and again over the erect, blood-engorged 
nipples.

Danika sank into the back of the sofa, and tossed her head, mewling, 
whimpering, smiling dreamily and moaning as Fawn's lips and tongue and 
teeth plucked and pulled at her taut pulsing nipples. Hers must be even 
more sensitive than mine, Fawn thought, excited by the way Danika 
squirmed and moaned under her mouth. And baby, oh baby, your tits are 
so beautiful, they're so beautiful, I almost can't believe it. I don't 
even want to go anywhere else, I just want to stay here and suck you 
and drive you crazy. Fawn twisted and pinched the thick springy wet 
nipples with her fingers, and Danika writhed, and cried out, her lovely 
face torn with sweet pleasures.

"Oh Jesus God Jesus it's never been so good, never!" Danika groaned. 
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 calmed her, 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 desire. "I want it fast! Fast, I 
want you fast, quick, before we change our minds."

"Oh, we won't, we won't, how could we?" she murmured, watching Danika's 
eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off her arms and her naked 
breasts came into view. She sighed as the girl reached out to touch 
them.

"They're so white against your tan," Danika murmured, almost awestruck, 
squeezing Fawn's warm tingling nipples. "Oh, Fawn, I thought what 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, ohhhh ... ohhhhh!" 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, lie back, and enjoy for the 
first time the sweet sensations of another woman's mouth and hands on 
her breasts, to feel them ache and pulse as Danika rubbed and squeezed 
them. Danika pulled with her soft wet lips on Fawn's thick rosy nipples 
until they burned delightfully and grew tall and spiky. Then she 
scissored them with her fingers, and rolled and plucked and pinched 
them lovingly, and sucked them again, more sharply this time, driving 
Fawn absolutely crazy with sweet pleasure.

Both of them now were gasping, writhing, driven by urgent desires, and 
Fawn slipped her arms around Danika's bare back and pulled the panting 
girl against her, feeling their firm naked breasts mash and squirm 
together, her own tight nipples still wet with Danika's warm spittle. 
She burrowed her searching tongue into Danika's ear, and stroked the 
smooth silky flesh of her 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, I want to fuck you, ohhh I want to 
fuck you ..."

Danika, almost breathless with lust, slid down Fawn's trembling body 
and tore at the belt of her miniskirt, then reach behind and unzipped 
it. "Ohhh baby," she moaned, "I want all of you, all of you, quick, I 
want you quick" She peeled Fawn's miniskirt and her panties down Fawn's 
long golden legs in one rapid movement.

Now Fawn was completely naked, and shivering with anticipation. Trying 
to control the shaking of her 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 keening and 
moaning with deep emotion now as their smooth supple bodies coiled 
together. She ran her hands down Danika's long lovely back to her 
buttocks, and squeezed them, and ran her finger up and down the warm 
crack between them.

Gazing into Danika's flushed, passionate face, digging her fingers into 
the springy round flesh of her quivering ass, Fawn was gripped for the 
first time by the reality of what they were doing, what they were about 
to do. In a few seconds I'll be sticking my tongue into this beautiful 
girl's cunt! she thought. The hot sweep of her blood rushed even faster 
as she realized it.

Hot tight 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, and descending, kissing her 
ribs and her flat silken stomach. "Ohhnnnn ... ohhnnnn, god!" she 
moaned. "Let's do it on the bed, baby, on the bed. I can't move enough 
here."

She wanted to have Danika at the same moment that Danika had her, and 
yet the feel of Danika's firm, insistent hands on her inner thighs, 
pushing them apart, and Danika's mouth on her panting belly, on her 
twisting hips, was almost too lovely to bear, and too good to stop. Her 
pussy was dripping with juice, burbling with fire. But the sofa was too 
small to hold their two trembling, squirming bodies with any comfort. 
Fawn felt cramped, but Danika was blazing with urgency, sliding between 
Fawn's spread thighs, her tiny sharp teeth nibbling the soft secret 
flesh.

Fawn struggled up to a half-sitting position. She jostled Danika's head 
until the girl glanced up at her. "On the bed, honey, on the bed!"

"I want you!" Danika gasped.

"I want you, too!"

Her eyes glazed and pulsing with lust for Fawn, Danika nodded. "Okay. 
Hurry."

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, and 
they stroked each other and sank slowly down onto the cool sheet, 
coiling together with slow smoldering sensuality, now free to move in 
whatever way they wished.

"Ohhh now nowwww," Fawn murmured, running her hands all over the sweet 
trembling smoothness of Danika's curvy body. "Ohhh I love your body, I 
love it. You're so beautiful. Now we can fuck, now we ... nowwwww, oh 
yes now."

She scooped up Danika's round breasts and slurped the wide brown 
nipples again with her tongue, but Danika swarmed over her so intensely 
that she could not hold onto the girl. Fawn realized that neither of 
them had ever done this before, and they were a little clumsy at going 
about it. She wanted to eat Danika's cunt just as much as Danika wanted 
to eat hers, but before she could squirm around into a good position 
for it--her whole body convulsed with joy as she felt Danika's mouth 
passionately kissing her wet crack!

"Unnnnhhh ... ohhhnnnnohhhhnnn ohhh god! ahhhhhhh!" she cried out, her 
hips jumping and gyrating helplessly as sensations of honeyfire unlike 
anything she'd ever felt shot through her flowing, hungry pussy.

Feverishly her fingers grasped and stroked Danika's body, her waist, 
her long silky back, her smooth high ass, but when Danika's tongue 
slithered into the depths of her aching cunt she nearly gagged with 
joy, and dropped her hands, and yielded her body completely to the 
girl. She wanted to fuck Danika too, but for the moment there was 
nothing she could do about it. Her own body shuddered and rippled with 
flame, she was delirious with desire. Danika's tongue searched and 
probed the squinchy wet meat of her burning slit. She felt it rasp 
against the taut, shrieking bundle of nerves in her dilated clit, and 
made crazy cawing sounds in her throat, writhing and moaning, rotating 
her quivering pelvis instinctively, thrusting her soupy cunt up into 
the invading mouth of her sister-in-law.

Weak and trembling with hot delight, Fawn whimpered and moaned and 
surrendered totally. Fuck me, eat me, I don't care, do anything to me, 
honey, Danika honey, anything you want! It's so fucking good, it's 
never been like this! She heard the quick lip-smacking sounds Danika's 
mouth made as the girl thirstily gobbled her seething, juicing pit, 
heard Danika's low humming moans and grunts, felt the girl's 
fingernails biting into the flesh of her thighs and buttocks, and it 
all whipped her lust into a more fiery whirl. Her fingers found 
Danika's bobbing head, and feathered her hair spastically, and grasped 
through to her scalp. She pulled Danika's mouth into her juicy cunt, 
clamped Danika's head in her bucking thighs and squeezed it, trying to 
bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that ripped through her 
quaking body. They were like one writhing, flipping, striving, whooping 
body, with Danika's tongue stabbing her clasping wet furrow, and Fawn 
rolling helplessly on her back, groaning the sweet torment of her fuck-
joy at the ceiling.

She knew she would come, any second now she would come, but she didn't 
want to, she wanted it to go on forever. Ohhhh, make it last, make it 
go on and on! "Ohhhnnnn Jesus honey ... Danik ... Dan oh Danika unh! 
unhhhh! Ahhhhhgggg! Oh! Yes, I'm going to ... come, come, come ... 
ohhhhh I'm going to--"

And Danika had wanted to go on forever too, but when she sensed Fawn 
was close she went for the hard burning berry of Fawn's clit, and 
nearly swallowed it. Fawn exploded. She screamed and knew she was 
dying. "UNNNEEEEE! OHHHH! AIIEEEEE!" she screeched, her body roasted 
and pulverized by hot clenching spasms. Her climax ripped her apart, 
tore at every tender raw nerve, and she lay burning and shuddering and 
sobbing uncontrollably as it wrenched her with shock after shock.

Somehow she lost control of everything, blacking out in the torrents of 
coming that gripped her, for when her mind cleared she found herself 
staring into the long red wet gash of Danika's cunt, not knowing how 
she got there, her head filled with the thick musky odors of Danika's 
overflowing cuntjuice.

Surprised that the power of her still-throbbing orgasm had done nothing 
to diminish her desire, she felt the hot blood beating behind her eyes, 
in her eardrums, and stared with fascination at the lovely glistening 
red wound that blossomed in readiness for her kiss. She licked the 
puffy slick cuntlips on each side of the gaping red hole in the center, 
and Danika's hips suddenly flipped into quick bucking motions, her ass 
wriggling, her thigh muscles flexing as she groaned and whinnied, 
digging her frenzied fingers into the rumpled sheet. "Aauunngghh ... 
uunngg!" she grunted. "Fast. Do it fast. Hard! Do it fast and hard, 
baby! Oh yesssss, like that, agggghh!"

Danika's splayed pussy was shiny with juice, her cuntlips swollen and 
engorged with hot blood. Her hips rose and flipped and bounced so 
spasmodically that Fawn could hardly get her mouth on the lovely 
creaming slit. Still, she pressed her face into it and jabbed her 
tongue deep into the tangy clasping channel, poking and piercing and 
tongue-fucking the girl for all she was worth, slurping and gobbling 
the juicy feast of Danika's sizzling pussy.

Fawn had never put her mouth on another woman's sopping wet, gloriously 
blooming quim before, but she dug and rooted in Danika's slimy, 
delicious trench with her tongue, bringing gargled yelps of joy from 
her sister-in-law's passion-clotted throat. The mewling and whimpering 
sounds Danika made, and the helpless rolling and writhing of her lovely 
body, jacked up Fawn's giddy lust to higher and higher levels. Moaning 
and humming with crazy seething hunger, she devoured Danika's 
shimmering red gash, licking the delectable mushy wet folds from top to 
bottom, sucking the swollen vulva between her lips, lip-mauling 
Danika's clenching, juice-streaming pit, and tongue-jabbing the girl to 
death, sucking the pulsating wet string of the girl's distended 
clitoris till Danika screamed and thrashed wildly, her hips bucking and 
surging, her body tensing and flexing and flashing toward her orgasm.

"Unnnn ... nnuuunnnnn," Danika groaned, demented with frenzied need.

Fawn sucked and tongue-raped the girl's flooding tasty pussy, thirstily 
swallowing the buttery juices, reeling as she inhaled the thick witchy 
odors, but it was all she could do to hold the flipping, squirming girl 
down. Though small, Danika was strong, and her hips quivered and bucked 
off the bed, flinging her cunt up into Fawn's rapacious mouth. Fawn 
grasped at Danika's flexing thighs, at the gyrating bones of her 
flipping, jerking pelvis, trying to hold her steady. She dug her 
fingers into Danika's round clenching buttocks, and Danika whooped with 
joy. "Oh god oh god yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth. "Squeeze 
me, squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits! Aauunnnnnnn!"

Her strong thighs clamped Fawn's head tightly in her wet crotch. She 
wheezed and pumped, ground her pussy into Fawn's mouth, and Fawn slid 
her hands up to the girl's rolling hard-nippled breasts and caught them 
and squeezed them, hanging on as if she were only there for the ride, 
her lips tightly fastened around the slick swollen nub of Danika's 
clit, as Danika began to come in great rolling waves of spasming 
honeyshocks. "Ohh! Ohh!" Danika half-screamed. Her body was a fury of 
wrenching, undulating tremors. "YAIIIEEEEE! UNH! YAIIIEEEEE!" she 
screamed, coming and coming with terrifying, murderous intensity.

Danika moaned and writhed and came forever, it seemed, but Fawn hung on 
to her, burying her tongue in the hot creaming depths of her sister-in-
law's come-shattered pussy, milking delightful hot throbs out of 
Danika's swollen aching breasts with her hands. When the shocks 
subsided, Danika was still gasping, her lovely face torn with the 
beautiful agony of her climax. Fawn slid up her moist body and kissed 
her mouth, and stroked her, and noticed new tears in Danika's eyes, 
tears of overpowering emotion, and kissed them away. This is how we 
started, she murmured to herself, this way, by me kissing away your 
tears. But now they're different tears, aren't they? Because we didn't 
realize we could give each other this.

"Fawn ..." Danika wept softly, still startled, it seemed, by the 
ferocious intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced. "Oh baby, 
oh Fawn, you know what we've done. We'll never be able to stop now."

"Do you want to stop?" Fawn licked Danika's earlobe. She reached down 
with her hand and gently rubbed the puffed tender cuntlips she had just 
been so happily and busily half-swallowing.

Danika winced with pleasure, and gasped again. "Oh no, oh no, never!"

"Is anybody coming over tonight? Have you got anything planned?" Fawn 
whispered urgently into the ear she was kissing.

"No," Danika's voice quavered.

"Then why don't we go drink another martini, and have a bit to eat, and 
settle down to a long slow all-night fuck? How does that sound?" She 
smiled as she felt Danika's cunt already moistening again, her hips 
involuntarily rolling up into Fawn's softly stroking hand.

Danika bit her lower lip. Her eyes were flooding again with renewed 
desire. "God, I just don't know if I can wait even that long."



Chapter 3


Fawn stayed the night. Around midnight, when the two of them finally 
fell into exhausted sleep in one another's arms, neither she nor Danika 
could have counted the times they had each come. Fawn was simply 
flabbergasted by what they had done. Maybe that's the reason you're not 
supposed to do it with another woman, she thought. Because she knows 
how to fuck you so good, and she never gets tired. I mean, she can just 
go on doing it to you, and you can do it to her, until neither of you 
can lift a finger anymore. I mean, Eric fucked me better than any other 
man ever has, but it couldn't have been as good as this. Could it?

She couldn't decide, she didn't know. All she knew was that her body 
had never before been wracked by such an endless flow of joyous spasms 
in such a short space of time.

After the thrill of their first climaxes subsided, they did as Fawn 
suggested. Danika slipped back into her robe, found another one for 
Fawn in the closet, and they went back to the living room and drank 
another martini. By this time it was getting dark outside, so Danika 
pulled all the drapes tight and lit some candles and put on some music.

The music and the gin made Fawn feel so good that she stood up and 
started dancing in front of Danika. Her body under the borrowed robe 
felt warm and graceful, more sensual than ever, and she swayed in the 
soft candlelight before Danika's fascinated gaze, letting the robe 
swish open to expose her naked bronzed thighs, her long tapering 
calves. Then she turned her back to Danika and loosened the sash, then 
whirled around again, letting the soft flickering light bathe her 
breasts and flat smooth belly. She ran her hands over her body, and 
moaned softly, then shed the robe entirely and danced naked in front of 
the girl. Soon Danika, half-hypnotized by her martini and Fawn's murky, 
irresistible sensuality, stood and began to dance, too, and opened her 
robe, too, and slipped out of it and kicked it across the room. Like 
Fawn, she caressed her own body, and the two naked girls circled each 
other in the glowing candlelight, swaying in time with the music, 
yearning and swaying and teasing one another as their bare, excited 
bodies drew close together, then tantalizingly slipped away.

They danced until the record played itself out, and when Danika went to 
change it, Fawn whispered, "No."

"No?" Danika's lips quivered; she licked them. "No?"

"No." Fawn embraced her and felt the supple smooth curves of Danika's 
bare body pressing urgently into her own, and their hands raced over 
each other's naked flesh as if they had never felt it before, though 
only minutes ago they had been deliriously coming together in the 
bedroom.

Humming, moaning, panting, they slumped to the rug there in the center 
of the livingroom floor with the candlelight flickering golden shadows 
over their naked flesh. "I want to fuck with you, I'll just never get 
enough of you. Never!" Fawn murmured thickly, sliding her lips down 
Danika's body, devouring her sister-in-law's dark glimmering nipples.

Within seconds they had squirmed into position for sixty-nine, with 
Danika flat on her back on the rug and Fawn crouched over her, pushing 
her throbbing breasts into the girl's smooth heaving belly, and dipping 
her tongue lovingly into the tangy splayed seam of Danika's runny cunt. 
She felt Danika's arms and hands encircling her own hips, clasping her 
ass, drawing her pussy down, felt the hot slithery tongue sliding into 
her own achy pussy, the hungry lips plucking at her swollen clit, and 
she writhed and dug her fingers into Danika's clenching asscheeks and 
buried her mouth in the girl's sopping wet slit. They squirmed heatedly 
together, groaning and thrashing with sweet need and bliss, their hot 
shuddering bodies welded together with coming, and more coming, more 
and more happy shattering spasms.

After that they fixed something to eat, then took a bath together. And 
in the bath they suddenly found themselves going at it again. They were 
both so insatiable that they seemed constantly to be steaming and 
sizzling with lust and desire for one another, and when Fawn began 
lathering Danika's sweet smooth voluptuous brown body with soap, she 
felt the need bubbling up in her again. One of her hands found Danika's 
mucousy vagina under the bath-water, while the other grasped and slid 
over the girl's slippery breasts, and she fingerfucked the girl until 
the echoing sobs of her orgasm were reverberating with deafening 
intensity off the bathroom tiles. While Danika was tenderly drying Fawn 
off with a towel after the bath, she stooped and pried apart Fawn's 
moist glowing buttocks and ran her skillful tongue up and down the 
crack of Fawn's ass until Fawn was shivering and whimpering with 
unaccustomed delights. At the same time Danika thrust two quick fingers 
into Fawn's cunt from the rear, and kept licking her ass-crack, and 
reaching up with one hand to tweak and scissor Fawn's damp, excited 
nipples, while her fingers plunged rapidly 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, and sucked on her bottom lip 
as she gyrated her hips down into the fast-flying hand. She came 
standing up, gagging joyously on the sweet sharp sensations that fled 
through her trembling body.

After the bath, they went back into the bedroom and lay down on the 
bed. They shared a joint, which somehow lit the fires of their lust 
again, but this time they were no longer urgent and driven by fierce, 
quick hunger for each other. Instead they moved languorously together, 
and calmly stroked and nibbled and sucked and kissed one another's 
bodies, taking a smoldering, fantastic joy in pleasuring each other, in 
bleeding long slow dynamite orgasms out of each other. Just when it 
seemed to Fawn that neither of them would ever be able to come again if 
they didn't stop soon, she would feel Danika's body clench and grow 
taut, and hear the soft splendid cawing in her throat, feel the hot 
tremors roll through her as she shimmered through yet another climax. 
She herself would be surprised by them, as she lay on her back in a 
warm smoky haze of sensual delight, feeling Danika's loving lips 
curving into the wet tingly folds of her cunt, feeling the soft rolling 
waves of honeyfire, then groaning, wailing, digging spastic fingers 
into the bedsheet as the explosions burst again within her and wrenched 
her with coming.

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 and flashing 
through still another climax. She would swarm over Danika's palpitating 
flesh until she too was whimpering again in the throes of a hot, 
throbbing orgasm. By midnight there was nothing they could do but sleep 
a dreamless sleep, but in the morning when they awoke it was the same 
thing all over again, and they each climaxed twice before even getting 
out of bed.

"My god," Fawn sighed against Danika's bare shoulder, "we've got to 
stop this." Her body felt deliciously raw and achy, but she knew that 
if she didn't have to go to work she would stay in Danika's arms all 
day, lesbian-fucking until her brains melted and she went blind and 
deaf from repeated coming.

"I know, I know," Danika sighed back, shyly. "I never knew anything 
like this was possible."

Quickly Fawn dressed while Danika made her a fast cup of coffee in the 
kitchen. They gazed murkily at each other while Fawn drank it. "I can't 
believe it!" Fawn said to her sister-in-law. "I still want you. I still 
do!"

"You could ... call in sick," Danika said tentatively, but smiling 
suggestively, 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 went over to her and took the coffee 
cup out of her hand and kissed her mouth. "But you have to promise me 
something." She slid one hand beneath Fawn's miniskirt, caressing her 
silky inner thighs, pressing it against the gauzy fabric of Fawn's 
panties, already wet again with cunt-juice.

"Ohhhnn!" Fawn moaned. "What do you want me to promise?"

"We have to do it again. I mean ... at first I was scared to death, but 
now I don't think I could stand it if I never got to fuck with you 
again."

"I know. I feel that way too. But what about Eric?" Suddenly Fawn felt 
gripped by an exciting and horrifying double-shock of guilt.

Danika panted into her ear. "Screw Eric!" she said. "Just let me fuck 
you and fuck you forever, and I'll never think about Eric 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, as Fawn began to think over the appalling 
things she had done, she began to realize more and more not only that 
it was totally wrong, but also that she shouldn't let herself be 
tempted to do it again. All right, so it had been fantastic. She had 
never experienced anything in her life so good as fucking with first 
Eric, then Danika. (God in heaven, she thought half-hysterically, think 
of what it would be like to be in bed with both of them at once! I 
wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd go crazy with happiness. Oh god, I 
can't let myself think that way, I just can't!)

The fact that it had been fantastic was nothing compared to the fear 
she suddenly had of the absolutely insatiable hunger of her body. Never 
before had she felt such hot, continuous, crackling lust as she felt 
for those two. Never before had she been able to come so splendidly, so 
many times, as in their arms. She feared now that merely being in a 
room with one of them would make her will power completely evaporate. 
She would become a hot whimpering jelly of uncontrollable fuck-hunger. 
Somehow that was not only dangerous, it was also 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 is 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 more or less an irrelevance, 
since all the skill in the world would never make him the kind of lover 
Eric or Danika had been to her.

But Jeff was persistent. He wouldn't give up easily, and 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 be 
satisfied that I'm telling the truth." Her roommate Kelley was home 
too, bustling around in the kitchen, and 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 balling. It won't hurt you to take a 
little rest from it for a while."

"That sounds so easy for you to say. 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?" She realized that 
by shouting at him this way she was sounding extremely defensive. But 
she was telling the truth, at least from a strict point of view. During 
the two weeks she had been refusing Jeff she actually had not fucked 
with anyone else.

Her roommate Kelley came into the room, and that made them both twice 
as nervous and irritable. Kelley was a lovely red-haired girl with a 
nice compact figure and extraordinary long milk-white legs. She was 
more shy, less outgoing than Fawn, and that made it possible for them 
to get along well, especially since it turned out that the men who were 
attracted to Kelley usually preferred her type over Fawn, and vice 
versa. But for some time now Fawn had been aware that Jeff found Kelley 
attractive. Her own actions over the past two weeks had now given him a 
chance to exploit her awareness.

"You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Kelley said, with an 
impertinent smile. "Would you like me to leave or something, so you can 
kiss and make up?"

"Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Kelley," Jeff said. "Then 
Fawn can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice cubes and 
finally be happy."

"I don't care," Fawn snipped, acting aloof, but sulking and smoldering 
with jealousy. "Go ahead, I don't care."

"Look, you two, this is idiotic," Kelley 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, Kelley," Fawn said nervously. For a brief 
moment she felt as if she'd rather have the fight that was going on 
than the sex that was probably inevitable if Kelley left.

"Oh yes I do," Kelley smiled. "Yes, yes I do." She shut the door behind 
her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.

With Kelley gone, Fawn became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck 
her, then she would let him fuck her. She couldn't deny, after all, 
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 and worrying about her amazing and 
appalling lesbian adventure with Danika. The Eric thing was always in 
the back of her mind too, but more worrisome to her was the bewitching 
intensity of her night with her sister-in-law, and what it must mean. 
It was not pleasant to think you really might be a lesbian at heart. 
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, slithering 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, and mumbled against her ardent, moving 
lips. "I don't know what's going on with you, baby."

"Oh, do you have to, do you have to?" she murmured back, quickly 
unzippering his fly, feeling the thick gristly stalk of his penis thump 
against her fingers through his cotton briefs.

"I don't have to, but I'd like to," he panted.

"What else would you like to do?" Swiftly she dipped both hands under 
the elastic band of his briefs and dug deep, twirling his big soft 
balls gently in her fingers, stroking the hot pulsing shaft of his 
cock. "Never mind, don't answer that," she murmured.

She sank to her knees and groped at his belt buckle, while in one 
skillful motion he pulled off her pullover sweater, over her head, off 
her arms. 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 stripped his pants and briefs down to his 
ankles. Her fast hungry mouth was all over his red twitching prick. He 
gasped. "Right here?" he panted.

"Right here." She clasped his hips and pulled him down onto the living 
room floor, and took his fat blood-jumping prick all the way into her 
mouth until the swollen bulb on the end of it nudged the uvula at the 
back of her throat. Then she drew her lips slowly up and throbbing 
ripply stalk until she got to the ridge below the flaring head, and 
lip-pinched it, and stroked the velvety, sensitive prick-head skin with 
her tongue, feeling his whole body wince with pleasure, hearing his 
delighted groans. She took it out of her mouth, holding the shaft 
firmly with her fingers, and licked it and bathed it in warm spit. 
"Ohhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I baby. So mean, so mean. But I 
won't be mean now. Do you want me to drink your come?"

"Unnggh," Jeff groaned, too aroused to speak, his thick red prick 
twitching and pulsing with urgent need.

He still had his shirt on, and his shoes, and 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 she wanted. She wanted to feel like she was love-raping 
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 spastically at the straps of her bra, but she 
squirmed away and devoured his stiff penis 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 clear warm juice that leaked from the 
purplish head. "How close are you, baby? Ommm wommm wommm," she dove on 
his jumping shaft. "Have you been sticking this beauty in someone else? 
Or have you been pulling him off, just waiting for me?"

"Oh Jesus, Fawn!" he moaned. "You so good, so good!" His firm strong 
hands held her by the sides of the head now, held her steady, and he 
drove his raging cock up into her throat, making her gag and splutter 
with delirious delight.

Fawn loved it. She loved it with a whooping, flashing, soaring inner 
joy that completely obliterated all her earlier fears. In the giddy 
flood of her desire to suck off this big wet twitching prick, she 
forgot about everything else, about Eric, about Danika. Her own body 
flushed with coursing waves of heat. She could feel the juices of her 
sizzling, flowering cunt wetting her panties, feel her thighs shaking 
and clenching involuntarily. Her nipples were already erect inside the 
cups of her bra, and she sighed and whimpered and squirmed her naked 
midriff against his jerking, hairy knees and thighs, and sucked the 
head of his rearing prick so fiercely that he cried out.

Oh Jeff! she keened to herself. Oh Jeff, squirt it into me, feed me 
with it, feed me! Stick it in me everywhere, keep it hard, please, 
please make it stay hard! 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 pull it out of you. Oh yes, oh yes! Are you ready? Have you 
been saving a big load just for me? Oh, feed me with it, baby. Feed me!

She laced her fingers around his pumping red stalk of meat and felt it 
grow even stiffer, hard as granite, fierce with power against her lips 
and tongue, felt it extend and point, felt his whole body grow 
painfully taut, felt the rough strength of his hands shoving her head 
down, down, down. His prick rammed viciously into her throat, and she 
dove on it, and gobbled it insanely, groaning and sucking with a sharp 
rabid intensity.

"Aaowwnngg! Unngg!" Jeff wailed aloud, cramming her mouth with so much 
of his jism-bursting cock that she thought he might split her face 
open. But she went crazy with happiness as he exploded into her. She 
drank the warm viscous rivers of his come as they poured down her 
throat, and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers, and 
squeezed his balls, and sucked the flaring head of his spurting penis. 
The hot jets of his semen jumped into her mouth again, and again, and 
he groaned and thrashed on his back, up-fucking into her throat, 
wheezing and trembling as the last ounce of seed came hurtling up to 
sluice her waiting tongue.

When he had no more to give her, and his lovely prick began to go limp 
in her mouth, she let it go and slithered up his body to kiss his 
cheek. "Was it worth waiting for?" she asked coyly.

Jeff seemed still stunned by the surprising mouth-rape she had 
administered to his damp tingling prick. "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 afraid 
of it. That's why ..."

"You don't have to explain, Fawn," Jeff said, siting 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 pivot in front of him, showing him 
her long, bronzed, shapely legs, grinding her hips playfully, 
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 ropey prick beginning to thicken and swell again 
between his thighs. He stripped off his shirt as he followed her. "What 
do you mean, a special way?"

"You'll see." She shut the door and submissively turned her back to 
him, finally presenting the clasp of her brassiere to his fingers.

An idea had occurred to her. While sucking Jeff's prick, she had 
realized that it wasn't as long or fat as Eric's, but she hadn't cared. 
It had been so good in her mouth that nothing had been more important 
than its driving, pulsing, squirting power. Anyway, a few men in the 
world could have a cock as huge as her brother's. Maybe the glorious 
fucking Eric had given her had been caused by the hot shame and 
delicious guilt they both felt while they were doing it. 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, so that she could get the 
same sensation of being absolutely split open and ripped to pieces by 
his hammering, driving prick. Half-reeling as she already was with the 
smoldering lust that drinking Jeff's come had whipped up in her body, 
she persuaded herself that half of her problems would be solved if only 
she could get him to fuck her with as much fierce authority as her 
brother had.

She was so hot and trembling with anticipation that she was already 
mewling and shivering and weak-kneed as Jeff removed her bra and cupped 
her smooth, excited breasts with his hands from behind. He kissed the 
nape of neck and the skin along her shoulders, and goosebumps broke out 
all over her. Her cunt was absolutely squinchy with warm buttery 
fluids. "Jeff, oh Jeff, you can do anything to me!" she moaned, feeling 
his hungry lips on her neck, his fingers pulling and tugging her aching 
nipples.

"I will, I will!" he panted.

Soft and pliant and melting with desire, she let him turn her around 
and enfold her in his arms. He unzippered her skirt and slid his hands 
under the gauze of her panties to squeeze and grasp her buttocks. She 
moaned, and shuddered. It was going to be like it had been before, she 
knew it! She wanted to be fucked like that again, but she also knew the 
blistering intensity of it was so great, she feared she might not be 
able to stand it.

Jeff's cock was already huge and thundering with blood again, and her 
eager fingers raced to it and grasped and squeezed it, but Jeff 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 further, sliding into the 
wet pit of her crotch. With his fingers he drew open the slick outer 
lips of her flowing pussy, and he kissed it lovingly, then thirstily, 
stabbing his tongue into her burning slit until she was going mad with 
flaming need.

She was bursting and seething with uncontrollable desire, but she had 
to make him fuck her in the same way, she had to! "Ohhnnn, ohnn god, 
Jeff, oh it's so good, yeasssss!"

She writhed and moaned, and rubbed her hot quivering body all over with 
her hands, loving every delicious sensation he licked and sucked to 
life in her wet pussy. Rolling and tossing and bucking wildly on the 
bed, his head clasped between her thighs, her own frantic hands 
squeezing her aching breasts and nipples, she was already coming in 
light fast skimming tremors, and she lost all thought of her plan to 
have him fuck her the way Eric had. Her body crawled with fire, and 
when Jeff finally loomed up over her, hooking one of her legs in each 
of his arms and pressing them back so that her knees nearly touched her 
shoulders, she could only shiver with excitement as she gazed up into 
his determined lust-torn face. Her body was bent almost in half, her 
heels flailing helplessly in the air above his head, and the whole wet 
glistening red seam of flesh in her crotch was splayed and puckering.

She had never been fucked that way, and arrows of fear zipped through 
her as she felt her body cramped, bent double, so that she could barely 
breathe, felt the tops of her thighs mashing into her own spiky nipples 
and crushing down on her breasts as Jeff rose over her and plunged the 
shaft of his prick so deep into her slippery channel that she squealed 
with hot shocks of surprise. "AAIIEEEEE!!" she screamed. "Ohh! Unhh! Oh 
god yessss! Unh! Unh!"

Her bent body acted like a living spring as he rammed his cock fiercely 
in and out of her. He fucked her so furiously that she thought the bed 
might break under them. It rocked and shook and creaked, and she gasped 
for breath each time he rose off her, then felt the air forcibly 
squeezed out of her lungs as he pierced her again with the down-
thrusting hard pipe of his penis. Jeff locked his strong arms behind 
her neck, grunting and ramming her full of his prick, rising even 
higher up over her, lifting his knees off the mattress and digging his 
feet into it, jumping up and down on the resilient spring her buckled 
body made, digging so deep into her fire-burbling cunt that she thought 
the head of his surging cock might burst through her battered cervix.

Never before had he fucked her with such grinding, merciless passion. 
Just as she had love-raped his cock minutes earlier with her mouth, now 
he was love-raping her creaming pussy, reaming it, ripping into it, 
piercing and skewering her into a torment of bliss with his ravaging 
thrusts. He dug it into her and she squealed with joy. Then he lifted 
his hips and jabbed it to her again. Again she squealed. She loved it, 
she wanted it to go on forever! Now that she was used to her body being 
bent double, she found she could flex her thighs and hips in rhythm 
with his sharp, hammering plunges. Panting and growling with crazy 
desire, Jeff rose out of her, and she clenched the muscles of her legs 
and wiggled her ass in a wild frenzy, pinching the head of his cock 
with her wet clasping pussy. Then she yielded and moaned as his hard, 
driving body slammed down onto her again, pinning her knees against her 
shoulders, squashing the air from her lungs, his fiery prick drilling 
to the bottom of her exploding cunt.

Whooping and gasping for air, she began to come in gigantic rolling 
bursts of fire. The hot honey sped and flashed through her, raking her 
nerves, burning her throbbing flesh, turning her juicing plundered 
pussy into a sizzling trench of sharp, shattering explosions. 
"UNNOWWNNNGGG! OOOGH! UNNGGH! UNNOWWNNNGGG!" she howled as the spasms 
tore through her flayed, writhing flesh.

She was being drilled, not fucked. He was drilling her, drilling her, 
drilling her, his cock a huge iron tool that riveted her squirming ass 
to the bed. She coughed and gasped for breath, and tore at his 
shoulders with her nails, gagging with each hot burst of fuck-joy that 
raced through her helpless shuddering body. Suddenly the fierce hot 
iron drill his prick had become began to erupt too. "Ungggunnggghh! 
Agggh!" he grunted, splitting her cunt into pieces with new, savage, 
jerking thrusts. The hot thick jets of his sperm spewed into her 
squishy, spasming pit, sluicing it, bathing it with hot sharp squirts 
of boiling jism.

Gasping, sighing, trembling with fatigue, they finally came to rest. 
Fawn was still pinned and bent double under him, his still-twitching 
prick still sunk deep inside her tingling cunt. She held his head in 
her quivering hands, and loved the sound of his gasping, and bit her 
lower lip, feeling soft uncontrollable tears spill past her eyelids now 
that the frightening intensity of their fuck was settling out into 
sheer amazement, the warm flow of happiness that came with the release 
of tension.

"Jeff!" she gasped, kissing him passionately. "Why didn't you ever do 
that to me before?" 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.

He withdrew his sagging cock from her dripping pussy and climbed off 
her. "Live and learn," he grinned.

She drew him down on the bed beside her and embraced 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, 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? Jesus, we'll kill each other."

She coiled around him, feeling kittenish, and nuzzled his neck with her 
warm lips. "Ummm, but what a lovely way to go."



Chapter 4


The blistering intensity of her experience 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, to indulge herself in her 
first lesbian experience, and the endless, seemingly inexhaustible 
beauty 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 physical pleasures that had nothing to do with the added 
ingredient of the exciting shame she felt at going to bed with people 
she was not supposed to even think about in a sexual way.

The only thing that still disturbed her a little was that she seemed to 
have climbed up to another level of sexual pleasure. She had always 
enjoyed sex. But after she let her brother fuck her, everything 
changed. Never before that had she undergone such wild, wanton, 
crackling paroxysms of delight. She hated even to think of the word 
'nymphomaniac' in relation to herself, but sometimes it was almost 
impossible to avoid doing so.

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, a constant 
boiling and seething of her blood, a continuous wetness and itchiness 
in her cunt. She knew others must be able to see this hot hunger in her 
eyes. She was afraid to look at them for fear they would think her 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 
overnight, can you?

In bed with Jeff she began to act like a demon of lust, swarming over 
him and biting and scratching him, shrieking with joy as orgasms 
shattered her. And even though Jeff tried to act like he loved it, and 
actually did love it most of the time, still she knew it scared him, 
this writhing, half-demented intensity that had suddenly engulfed her 
every time she fucked.

As a way of controlling herself, proving to herself that she wasn't 
really a nympho after all, she tried self-discipline. She made excuses 
to Jeff, who was only too glad to get a little rest, and vowed that she 
would only fuck with him twice during the coming week. During the 
intervals she tried to keep busy, working, writing letters, cleaning 
house, washing dishes, swimming. But whenever Kelley was gone from the 
apartment, even for the briefest run down to the store, Fawn would lie 
down on the sofa or the bed and quickly fingerfuck herself into hot 
gasping tremors of coming. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready, 
and her clit so swollen and tender, that she never failed to come like 
a string of firecrackers going off the moment she plunged her hand into 
her tingling wet crack. She didn't know what was happening to her, but 
she couldn't help it.

Almost a month had passed, and she had heard nothing from either Eric 
or Danika. At first she had not been disturbed by it, since she knew 
they could hardly avoid feeling the same kind of guilt and confusion 
she herself felt. But as time went on, she began to wonder why neither 
one 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. 
Truthfully, she knew she didn't want them to get back together. She 
wanted them apart. She wanted to go to bed with each of them again. And 
again! The desire to do it again was overwhelming.

She felt a small sadness too, which grew larger and larger as days 
passed. What if neither of them wanted her any more? It could happen. 
She knew they had enjoyed it, each of them, but maybe neither had 
enjoyed it as much as she had. Maybe this horrible desire that was 
consuming her body day in and day out, this fearful and beautiful new 
level of sex-joy she had discovered in herself, was blinding her to the 
fact that for Eric and Danika it had just been an exciting but 
temporary experience. If that was true, she didn't know how she would 
bear it!

The more she thought about it, the more confused she got, and the more 
her desire and need increased. Finally one noontime she was eating her 
lunch at work, trying not to think about Eric or Danika but thinking 
about them more and more, she actually grew physically ill. Her nerves 
were shot, her stomach tied in knots. She couldn't concentrate, she 
could think of nothing but Eric, Danika, which one she should try to 
reach. Her boss kindly let her have the remainder of the day off, 
telling her to go home and rest, go to bed.

Oh yes! she thought, riding home on the bus. I will go to bed, you can 
count on that. But not to rest. She had decided to phone Danika, since 
she had no way of knowing how to reach Eric. Also, the prospect of 
seeing Danika again was not so scary now that she had persuaded herself 
that she was not really a lesbian by yielding herself joyfully for the 
past two or three weeks to the wonderful powers of Jeff's newly 
invigorated prick.

She was still trembling from her tightly-wound nerves as she climbed 
the stairs to her apartment, but the tension was not so bad as before, 
now that she had made a decision. Her panties were wet and clammy with 
her cuntjuices, but that was okay; inside the hour, she hoped and 
prayed, Danika would be thirstily drinking them, and she would be back 
in that heaven she had tried so hard not to think about for weeks.

Her head was swimming so fast with the giddy joys of anticipation that 
she was not prepared for what happened when she unlocked the door of 
her apartment. 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 Kelley 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 heard a soft quivery moan.

Was it Kelley? Fawn flushed, growing embarrassed. Kelley was balling 
some man, taking advantage of Fawn's absence. Fawn knew she should shut 
the door right then, go away, come back later. But her fascination was 
so intense, she couldn't help listening harder.

"Ummmm", Kelley 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 Kelley 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.

"Ohhhh," Kelley sighed sensually, "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. The voice that softly replied 
to Kelley was Danika's!

"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Danika 
murmured, ignoring the 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 ... and you weren't even wearing a bra, I just ... couldn't 
help myself. Your boobs are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just 
..."

Danika's whispery voice was thick with a desire that was familiar to 
Fawn. "Can't I touch yours too? And kiss them?"

"You promise you won't go any further?"

"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."

"Ohhhhhh ..."

"You're shivering. Ummmm, your skin tastes so good. There, there we 
go."

Now there was silence, then fast sibilant breathing then Kelley's soft 
sighing and moaning. "Ohhnnnn, oh god, it feels so good!"

Fawn's hand trembled on the doorknob and 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 husky 
humming, and even hear the soft wet sounds her working lips made as she 
sucked Kelley's nipples. And Kelley's excited whimperings nearly drove 
her crazy!

She was paralyzed by curiosity, envy, even jealousy. For over a year 
she and Kelley had shared the same apartment, but never had they seen 
one another naked. They had not been excessively modest but only decent 
about it. Still, Fawn knew that her roommate had a beautiful figure, 
long creamy white legs, a small waist, full high breasts. But she had 
never seen Kelley's bare breasts. And now Danika--her own Danika!--had 
her mouth on them and was drawing gasps of pleasure from Kelley.

Fawn, didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to burst in and tear 
them apart. Danika was hers! For weeks she had been seething with 
desire for her sister-in-law, fantasizing about lying in her arms again 
and groaning through tremor after tremor of burning climaxes. Part of 
her hated Kelley for getting what she herself wanted. Part of her hated 
Danika for giving it to Kelley 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 there, 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 wanted to join them! But 
if she made her presence known, just that might be enough to panic 
Kelley, who was completely new to the experience.

"Ohhhhh, baby," Danika sighed, "your nipples taste so good, they're so 
big and springy and dark red, I want to swallow them!"

Kelley's breath hissed as she sucked in past her clenched teeth. 
"You're making me want to come," she hissed. "We've got to stop this. 
Ohhhhh, we have to stop."

"Noooo ... noooo ... how could we stop? Don't you like me to suck you 
like this? And lick you here? And pinch them?"

"Unnnnhhhh, oh god! Yessss, I love it!"

"Oh good. And what about this? How does that feel?"

Kelley 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, tenderly.

"Oh god ... oh god, I'm going to explode!" Kelley whimpered.

"Relax ... just relax, lie back, that's right. I only want to love you, 
Kelley, I only want to make love to you."

"You ... you promised," Kelley gasped.

"Your stomach is so white and smooth. I'm only kissing your stomach. 
Don't you like the feel of my mouth on it?"

"Oh yessss! But you promised. No further. Please, Danika!"

"Don't worry, sweet Kelley, don't worry. I'm not going to do anything 
you don't want. I promise."

"Oh please, please." Kelley was panting, her voice tremulous with 
excitement and half-frightened anxiety.

"Why don't you touch my body?" Danika said. "Here, let me take these 
off." Fawn heard the gnash of a zipper, the quick sounds of Danika 
shedding her skirt and panties. "There," Danika breathed, her voice 
smoky, quivering with anticipation. "Why don't you put your mouth all 
over my body, Kelley? Please. Anywhere you want."

"Oh Danika, you're so beautiful! So lovely."

"You can do anything you want to me."

"I ... don't know what to do."

"Touch me." Danika's soft sultry voice beckoned. "Touch me here. And 
here."

"Ohhhhh, you're so warm! So beautifully smooth and warm!"

"Here, put your hands on my ass. Squeeze me like that, ohhnn! yes, like 
that! Squeeze them hard!"

"I want to put my mouth on them," Kelley whispered shyly. "On your 
asscheeks. I want to kiss them."

"Do it! Oh please! Do it, 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 
cawing throaty sounds of pleasure that Danika made that Kelley was 
kissing and kneading her round wheaty buttocks, licking and nibbling 
them, and the sensations were driving Danika wild with delight.

"Ohhhhh baby, Danika, you're so wet, your ... cunt ..."

"... my cunt, yessss my cunt ..."

Kelley spoke the word as if it were a forbidden spell, a bewitchingly 
exciting thing to say.

"... your cunt, it's so wet, it's so puffy and shiny."

Danika moaned, almost pleading, her voice wracked with lust. "Kiss it, 
baby, kiss my cunt, please kiss it."

"Ohhh! I can't, I just can't!"

Danika changed her tack. Her voice betrayed only a slight twinge of 
disappointment, but she was patient, patient. She was patient the way 
Fawn knew anyone would have to be with Kelley at a moment like this. 
Fawn knew--as Danika also knew, but Kelley did not yet know--that 
Kelley 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, and led her along slowly, 
slowly.

"Here, here," Danika soothed, "let me turn around and hold you again 
like this, and kiss you. "Ohhnnn isn't that good? Feel my breasts 
against yours. Put your hands on my ass again, oh that's right, like 
that, and squeeze them and rub them. Oh Kelley, you make me feel so 
good!"

"Danika," Kelley's voice quavered bashfully, "I really wanted to. I 
really wanted to kiss your cunt, but I--"

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about, nothing, 
nothing. 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," Kelley whispered shyly, but playfully too, "you just want to 
get into my pants."

For a moment there was a very solemn pause, during which both of the 
girls must have gazed deeply at each other, soulful, murky, knowing how 
close they were to the brink. All Fawn could hear was the ferocious 
pounding of her own blood behind her ears.

Finally Danika murmured, deadly serious now, her voice thick with 
passion. "I want to eat your cunt."

"And I want you to," Kelley replied softly, just as serious. "I've 
never felt like this before."

There was another pause while they kissed each other again with warm 
lingering passion. Then Fawn could hear Kelley whimpering softly as 
Danika slowly unzippered her jeans and peeled them off.

"Your panties are so wet," Danika whispered.

"I ... I'm so close!" Kelley moaned. "You just don't know how close I 
am. Ever since you first touched me I've felt like coming."

"Oh baby. Here, let's get these off your ankles. I'm going to put my 
mouth all over your legs, oh yesss, such beautiful long legs."

"Oh! Ohhhh!"

"Just relax, just relax, sweet Kelley, sweet sweet Kelley."

"I'm ... sorry to shake like this. I ... I just don't know what's 
happening to me, I'm so scared. And so happy, too."

"Don't be scared. Oh no, nothing to be scared of. Oh baby, I'm going to 
make you come. You'll love it."

"Anh! Ahhh! AAUUNNNGGHHHH!" Kelley cried out, panting and groaning with 
pleasure.

Now all Fawn could hear was the passionate squirming of their bodies on 
the sofa. She heard Kelley's soft panting, her uncontrollable whimpers, 
and she knew that Danika was hungrily slurping and tongue-jabbing 
Kelley's creaming cunt, bringing the feverishly gasping girl higher and 
higher toward her explosive peak. She had never seen Kelley naked, but 
somehow she could picture her roommate lying on her back, writhing 
ecstatically, her bare breasts heaving and rolling, as Danika crouched 
between her thighs licking and mouth-raping her wet blossoming pussy.

Fawn shut her eyes, trying to control her own breathing, pushing the 
heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt through the 
cloth of her skirt. Kelley moaned, her voice keening with an 
animalistic urgency that drove Fawn wild. Images flashed in her 
spinning brain of Kelley's white smooth palpitating stomach, her 
clenching thighs and creamy jouncing buttocks. Oh I want you! I want to 
fuck you, I want to fuck you too! she hummed to herself.

Kelley was coming. Hot helpless sounds of joy sputtered out of her 
constricted throat. "Unh! Oh Jesus, now! NOWWWW! AAOWNNNGG! AHHNNNN!"

Hot responsive cries rose out of Fawn's own throat. "Ohhhh!" she 
sighed, trembling, falling against the door, rattling the chain. 
Reeling with desire, she didn't know what she was doing for a moment as 
she forcibly rattled the door again and again. "Let me in, please, 
please! Let me in!"

Suddenly she opened her eyes and saw Danika's flushed, beautiful face 
peering at her through the crack. "Fawn!" Danika cried, half with shame 
and shock, half with delight and excitement.

Fawn's eyes raced up and down as much of Danika's naked body as she 
could glimpse through the partially open door. "Let me in. Please, let 
me in!" she pleaded, weak with the smoldering desire that burned her 
body everywhere under her clothes.

Quickly Danika unfastened the chain, and within seconds Fawn was inside 
the apartment and the door was shut again. Fawn glanced over at the 
sofa where Kelley was sprawled voluptuously on her back, still pulsing 
through the velvety aftershocks of her climax, her white slackened 
thighs yawning open and exposing the whole delectable red glistening 
seam of her wet come-slimy crack. She was breath-taking! Fawn felt the 
blood hammer even more fiercely through her.

Danika was embarrassed and started stammering apologies. "I ... I just 
came over to see you ... and you weren't here ... and then ..."

But Fawn didn't care about any of that. She knew she ought to be 
jealous. She ought to be horrified or shocked or amazed or something, 
but instead she just wanted them both. She was glad she arrived nearly 
at the beginning, at least, and all that mattered to her was the fact 
that all three of them would still have the strength for a whole 
afternoon of fucking. If it was truly nymphomania, then she didn't 
care!

"I ... I just ... don't know what to say," Danika kept apologizing.

Fawn's voice was soft but thick with passion. "You don't have to say a 
thing," she murmured, scooping up Danika's firm round breasts in her 
hands and lowering her lips to the dark swelling nipples. She sucked 
her sister-in-law's soft lovely nipples tenderly, sweetly, then with 
more thirst and passion, squeezed Danika's firm springy breasts and 
pushing them into her hot face. It was heavenly! Her knees quivered, 
and she mewled and gasped, sucking eagerly, feeling Danika sway and 
shiver, hearing her feverish sighs.

"Oh baby, baby, I've missed you!" Danika moaned. Her quick hands 
already had raised Fawn's sweater to her armpits.

Fawn raised her arms, and Danika pulled the sweater over her head. She 
felt Danika's warm wet lips on her bare neck and shoulders, and she 
hastily reached behind her back and unclasped her bra. Danika helped 
her off with it, flinging it aside, moaning as she cupped Fawn's 
burning breasts and wildly licked the already stiff, throbbing nipples.

Fawn threw her head back and enjoyed it. Her fingers fluttered in 
Danika's hair, and she pulled the girl's face into her breasts. The hot 
familiar nectars rippled through her body. Danika tore eagerly at her 
skirt, and Fawn's eyes blinked open and saw Kelley again on the sofa, 
still sprawled languid and naked across the cushions with her milky 
thighs splayed and her inflamed wet cunt shining. But now she was 
staring at them boldly, her eyes wide with curiosity, murky with 
excitement.

Danika already had Fawn's miniskirt off and was peeling her panties 
down her legs when Fawn reached down to her. "Kelley, too," she 
murmured. "Kelley, too." She glanced over at Kelley, who was still 
wide-eyed with astonished excitement. "All of us, all of us together," 
Fawn said.

"Fawn ..." Kelley said shyly, softly. "I didn't know that you ... I 
mean ..."

Fawn and Danika both went over to the naked girl on the sofa. Fawn 
knelt on the floor and took her roommate's face in her hands and kissed 
her mouth, slipping her tongue past Kelley's small even teeth, licking 
the wet crease behind her lower lip. "You either," she whispered 
against Kelley's mouth. "I didn't know you--"

"But I ... ahhhhh!" she gasped as Danika's hand found her wet splayed 
crotch again, and Fawn's hands dropped down to her breasts. "I didn't, 
not till now. Just a few minutes unnnnunnn! oh! ... a few minutes ago. 
Oh god it feels good!" Her eyes rolled up behind her lids and she 
whimpered.

Kelley's pale quivering body was silky smooth under Fawn's hands, and 
Fawn kissed her neck and shoulders, squeezing her full firm breasts, 
moaning with delighted surprise as she felt one of Danika's hands 
slither between her buttocks and tickle the swollen soupy blossom of 
her pussy. "Ohhhhh!" she sighed, "there's not enough room here for 
three of us. I want you, I want both of you, so bad, so bad! I want all 
of us together!"

"Let's go in one of the bedrooms," Danika said.

But Kelley was again so carried away that she acted as if she hadn't 
heard anything. Her hands came up to Fawn's naked, swaying breasts and 
clutched them urgently, and her voice was vibrant with desire and hot 
emotion. "Fawn. Fawn, I want to fuck you! I want to eat you." She 
reached out for Danika with one hand and drew the girl down on top of 
her squirming body. "I want to eat you too, the way you did to me."

The ringing and whooping of Fawn's blood in her ears almost made 
hearing impossible. She had never been in bed with more than one person 
at a time before. Her anticipation and desire made her knees weak and 
wobbly as she struggled to her feet, tugging Kelley up by the wrist. 
"Quick! In the bedroom," she said.

She and Danika, both of them trembling and panting with need, pulled 
the moaning Kelley to her feet, and the three of them went to the 
closest bedroom, which was Fawn's. Fawn rapidly stripped the bed of its 
coverings. She had never been so glad that she had a queen-size bed. 
The soft slab of mattress covered now only by the taut white fitted 
sheet beckoned them. It sank softly, invitingly, under the weight of 
Danika's richly brown olive-hued body as she climbed onto it. Again 
Fawn was astonished by the voluptuous beauty of her sister-in-law's 
naked body. The pulse beat in her throat. Her cunt squished with warm 
fluids. She didn't know how the three of them would go about it, but 
that problem seemed to be solved for her and Kelley by the fact that 
Danika was the first one on the bed.

They climbed onto the bed, too, one of them on each side of Danika, and 
pressed her between them, kissing her face, breathing in her ears. She 
shivered and moaned, writhing, her smooth supple body pliant and 
trembling under their moving, grasping hands. "Oh god, it's been so 
long ..." she panted. "I'm so close, so close! Oh, Fawn!"

Fawn kissed her while Kelly slid down Danika's squirming body, tonguing 
her wide dark nipples, sucking them stiff, then sliding further down 
her sleek, palpitating, stomach. Fawn glanced down Danika's wriggling 
body at Kelley, who had never put her mouth on another girl's cunt 
before. Kelley's fingers massaged Danika's shaking thighs and she gazed 
hotly down at the girl's ripe cunt, and licked her lips unconsciously, 
panting, lowering her face, extending her tongue.

A low husky moan rose out of Danika's throat as she felt Kelley's 
tongue slide into her wet slit. Gasping, she tossed her head to and 
fro, smiling with intense pleasure, clenching her teeth and sucking 
sharp breaths into her lungs. "Unnnn ... unnnnn, oh! oh! Jesus! oh, 
god! unnnnn ... yesssss ..."

Inflamed by Danika's helpless moans of pleasure, Kelley pushed her 
whole mouth into the girl's gaping wet cunt, sucking it thirstily, 
slurping and gobbling it, drilling her tongue deep. Danika began to 
twitch and roll, and Fawn held her upper body, exploding with desire 
herself. She dropped her mouth to Danika's dark, spiky, swollen 
nipples, wetting them again with her saliva, tugging them till they 
were stiff rubbery cones rising from Danika's jiggling breasts. And an 
exciting, fantastic idea leapt into her lust-simmering brain. She 
straddled Danika with her thighs and held the girl's right breast in 
her hands, then lowered her own sopping-wet sizzling pussy down onto 
the long springy bud of Danika's erect nipple. She felt the nipple 
slide between the slimy, swollen lips of her cunt, and scooped the 
resilient flesh of Danika's breast up with her fingers, shimmying her 
pelvis, feeding the breast into her squinchy hot slit.

The sensations were almost too much for either of them to bear. 
Danika's eyes fluttered open. She gazed up the length of Fawn's body, 
gazed down at her breast, its pointing, throbbing nipple clasped in the 
wet folds of Fawn's pussy, and moaned, almost sobbed. Her hands 
feverishly danced over the flesh of Fawn's clenching thighs, and she 
squirmed, pushing her breast further up into Fawn's cunt and going 
insane with delight at the same time from the tongue-mauling Kelley was 
giving her own fiery slit.

Gently but firmly grasping Danika's full breast, Fawn drew the stiff 
pointing nipple up and down her aching wet crease. Her slippery, 
buttery cuntlips were bathed in velvet flames, feathery intense tremors 
almost too lovely to bear, and she rubbed them up and down on Danika's 
breast, fucking herself with Danika's stiff big nipple, jabbing her 
throbbing clitoris with it. The fantastic, scintillating sensations 
drove her into gagging, giddy, wheezing shivers of lust. Beneath her; 
Danika was already straining and bucking, mewling, shuddering, coming 
and coming, rolling through the shock waves of the stupendous orgasm 
Kelley had tongue-fucked her into.

Fawn's whole body was shaking, burning, seething, weak and pliant with 
desire. She dug her fingers into Danika's breast, trying to stuff the 
entire lovely globe of firm flesh into her cunt, and she heard Danika's 
strangled moan. Oh god, I'm going to come! I'm coming too! Fawn groaned 
to herself. Too week to stay up on her knees, straddling Danika's 
chest, she slumped to the mattress beside the thrashing girl, moaning 
and keening with need. "Oh fuck me, fuck me, please somebody fuck 
meeee!" she moaned aloud, beside herself with passion, feeling the 
skimming jolts of her gathering climax ripple through her cunt, her 
swollen clitoris pulsing, ready to burst.

She was so wild with blind animalistic hunger that she didn't know 
precisely how it happened, but suddenly the other two girls were 
swarming all over her, squeezing her feverish naked flesh everywhere, 
their mouths on her nipples, her belly, her buttocks. They clung to her 
and pressed against her, and her undulating body, vibrant and swollen 
and quivering with desire, surrendered to them totally. "Fuck me ... oh 
fuck me," she kept whimpering, smiling, groaning as she felt a mouth 
tenderly kiss her throbbing cuntlips, then felt the lovely tongue 
slither into her channel, probing, stabbing, driving her mad with 
happiness. At first her gasping, panting words had been pleas, but now 
she repeated them in low, continuous, guttural groans, humming, sucking 
for air, her whole body on fire with the sharp building honeyshocks of 
her climax. "Fuck me oh yessss yesssss fuck me fuck me ahhhhhhh!"

Danika and Kelley plundered Fawn's shuddering, writhing body with wild 
passion. She yielded to them, let them do whatever they wanted to her. 
Soft and pliant, pulsing with amazingly sweet and smoldering sex fires, 
she relaxed and opened herself to them, and she felt them turning her, 
squirming over and around her, moving her into a position where they 
could get the most pleasure out of fucking her. Kelley, who had just 
finished eating Danika's cunt, now gobbled and devoured Fawn's tingling 
wet furrow. But Fawn felt herself being pushed over onto her side too, 
and then felt Danika's wet tongue snaking up and down the crack of her 
ass. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, her buttocks flexing too as she 
felt Danika's hands part them.

Suddenly exciting new streaks of fire leapt through her splayed crotch, 
and she squealed involuntarily, her body flipping and squirming out of 
control as a new intensity of sensations flooded her. Danika had 
wriggled her tongue into Fawn's rectum, and Fawn squealed and 
spluttered and groaned from the surprise, and from the new hot flashes 
of joy that spurted through her body. Kelley's hands had slid up to her 
breasts, squeezing them frantically, while at the same time she 
fastened her busy lips on Fawn's exploding clitoris. And Danika was 
tongue-fucking her asshole so rapidly, so sweetly, so fantastically, 
that for a moment Fawn whooped and gagged, thinking she might die of 
the joyous spasms that began to shatter her with coming. "AAWWOONNNG! 
OHH JEEEESUS!" she screamed with delight, coughing and gasping as her 
orgasm exploded and roared through her striving happy flesh. "UNNNNN! 
UNNNEEEEE!" she wailed, grinding with her hips, pushing her tongue-
impaled crotch down into their voracious mouths.

She had never felt anything like it in her life! The coming poured 
through her and wrenched her, and still the spasms wracked her 
streaming cunt and boiled up in her clenching anus. She churned and 
whimpered, wishing it would go on forever, but after a while her body 
had given her all the pleasure it could for the moment. She collapsed, 
exhausted, panting, still pressed between Kelly and Danika as they 
crawled up to embrace her.

"Oh, you two! You two!" Kelley gasped, hungrily kissing Fawn's mouth, 
stroking Danika's breasts with one hand, her eyes swimming with 
delighted amazement. "I never knew. I just never knew ..."

"There's nothing like it, is there?" Danika whispered, wriggling her 
body lazily so that Fawn could feel her sister-in-law's full breasts 
mashing into her bare back.

"At first I was scared," Kelley said, half-blushing.

"At first we were all scared," Fawn said. Though she tingled with 
delicious fatigue and the afterglow of her crushing orgasm, she still 
felt the inexhaustible pulsing of her desire, and she slid her mouth 
down Kelley's pale round shoulder to her creamy white breast and sucked 
the girl's large reddish nipple between her lips.

This aroused Kelley so much that she immediately began to moan and 
squirm again, and the two girls again swarmed over her warm pliant body 
and fucked her and caressed her into a thrashing tumult of coming. 
Kelley was still trembling and moaning through the rippling, subsiding 
jolts of her climax when Danika's mouth found Fawn's over Kelley's 
white, sweaty-dewy, quivering belly, and kissed her passionately. "I 
want to fuck you and fuck you forever," she whispered against Fawn's 
teeth. "Forever! I could do this forever!"

"You could?" Fawn was half-teasing, half-serious. She sensed the true 
desperate urgency on Danika's voice. She knew she loved this three-girl 
fucking as much as Danika did, but there was some queer note to 
Danika's lust-torn voice, something that made her uneasy.

"Just the three of us," Danika whispered. "We don't need men, we don't 
need them at all, not when we can do this."

"We don't?" Fawn said nervously, testing it, wondering if she felt the 
same.

"Of course we don't," Danika whispered huskily. "Let me eat you again, 
baby, let me fuck you. You know I can fuck you better than any man. 
Don't you know that?" Her hand rapidly darted to Fawn's crotch, and two 
fingers slid sharply up into her greasy slit, making her yelp with hot 
delight. "Don't you know that?"

"I ... guess so," Fawn said, not believing it. She knew it wasn't true. 
She knew she enjoyed this, the excruciating pleasure she got from these 
two, girls, but it wasn't any better than fucking with Eric or Jeff, 
only different. In a way she began to worry about her sister-in-law. 
But right now she couldn't afford to worry about it, because her 
yearning for Danika was too great, and Danika was already on top of 
her, stroking her, licking her nipples and probing in Fawn's flowing 
cunt with her tender, skillful hand. She whimpered, shivered, embraced 
Danika, wanting to be fucked by her, knowing how beautiful it would be. 
"Oh baby ... ohhhhh baby!" she whimpered, yielding herself completely. 
She would think about it later ... later ... later. "Unnnnghhh! Oh god 
yesssss!"



Chapter 5


During the following weeks, several new things began complicating 
Fawn's life. The first and most obvious was the fact that she and 
Kelley shared the same apartment. In the intense, swirling passions of 
their three-girl lesbian fuck, no one had given a thought to the 
future. Danika had turned Kelley on to girl fucking, but Danika didn't 
live with her every day--Fawn did. And she and Kelly would never be 
able to see each other in the old way again. Her creamy-skinned 
redheaded roommate seemed to be on Fawn's mind all the time. Images of 
Kelley's smooth pale vibrant body were burned into her brain, and 
Kelley too was now fascinated with Fawn.

At first both of them had tried to do the natural thing, to pretend it 
had never happened, that things would remain as they had been before. 
On the morning after Danika left them, they both awoke and got ready 
for work as they always had done, though each girl was aware of a new, 
nervous kind of modesty in the other. Whenever their eyes crossed they 
were aware of the danger, the excitement, the temptation, but they 
quickly moved apart and looked away. But it had proved to be too much 
for either of them.

What they both had wanted, Fawn realized later the same day, was to 
fuck each other without Danika being there. They wanted to explore this 
new change in their relationship without having to share it at all. And 
the temptation was so strong that even their fears of being late to 
work couldn't interfere. Fawn had been putting on her makeup in the 
bathroom when Kelley had appeared behind her unannounced, and without a 
word or even a whisper had encircled Fawn from behind with both arms 
and slipped her hands under Fawn's bathrobe. Her smooth searching hands 
on Fawn's breasts and belly had been enough to make Fawn bite her lower 
lip and gasp. She had turned and kissed Kelley, and the desire in their 
eyes had nearly melted them both on the spot. They went down the hall 
to Kelley's bedroom, still without speaking, never speaking a word 
throughout the whole thing, and there they had lain in each other's 
arms on Kelley's bed, fucking more tenderly and lovingly than Fawn had 
ever thought possible, moaning and whimpering through countless soft 
feathery orgasms, communicating with their newly discovered naked 
bodies what they were both too shy to say with words.

That night they had come home from work and gone to bed again, even 
before preparing dinner. Then after dinner, they went to bed again. 
When they finally slept, they slept together, in Fawn's bed this time, 
and they awoke in the night and fucked softly in the dark, then fucked 
again in the morning before getting up. All in all, the experience was 
so sweet and tender, so gentle and natural, that neither of them were 
very worried about it. Both girls felt, in a way, as if living together 
all that previous time and not fucking, never even daring to think of 
such a thing, somehow now gave them license to do it as often as they 
wanted.

But after about six days of this both of them began to realize that 
however sweet it might be, the balance had to be righted somehow in 
their lives. They both knew how well and joyously they could fuck 
together, but never for a minute did either girl think that she could 
give her whole life over to this new arrangement. Their silent 
understanding of each other's feelings was so good that again they 
didn't talk about this awareness either. Instead they simply began to 
slack off, to see less of each other, to practice a physical modesty 
that was careful and respectful because what it protected was so 
valuable and necessary. They continued to want each other, and they 
still fucked several times a week, but they didn't let the impulse get 
out of control.

In this respect, Fawn began to grow proud of herself, because if she 
and Kelley could control this thing, especially when they lived 
together in the same place and had to fight the urge several times each 
day, then that must mean she wasn't a nymphomaniac after all, as she 
had feared. But then again, during this period her lusts were focused 
so directly on Kelley that they really didn't have much chance to 
wander elsewhere.

What did make the new experience difficult was Danika. Fawn and Kelley 
had reached a silent understanding that took no explaining or 
justifying, so that all the talking they did seemed to revolve around 
Danika and her jealousies, which had not taken long to surface. The 
very next day after leaving them together, Danika had phoned and tried 
to get Fawn to invite her over. The phone had rung in the morning, 
miraculously just after Fawn and Kelley were getting up from Kelley's 
bed, both of them feeling wonderfully happy, both of them late for 
work. Danika's voice was excited and urgent, tinged with envy. Somehow 
she must have sensed what was going on in her absence. How could she 
not know? Fawn thought.

But Fawn brushed her off, saying she had other plans that evening and 
didn't know about Kelley. So Danika had asked to speak with Kelley. 
Fawn had handed the phone to Kelley, and she and her room-mate had 
drunk each other up with their eyes while Kelley also refused Danika's 
request. But that was only the first time. Danika would not give up 
easily, and soon her jealousy became the only thing apparent.

Late one evening Fawn and Kelley were lying in Kelley's bed, glowing 
and warm and happy. They had just spent an hour coiled together lazily 
in a sixty-nine position, slowly and softly and sweetly licking and 
sucking one another's throbbing, pulsing cunts, drawing a fluttery, 
rippling series of skimming climaxes out of each other, playing each 
other's naked bodies with relaxed familiarity, loving the slowness of 
it, the total privacy and lack of any need to get it over with quickly. 
They were smoking, sipping wine, and Kelley brought up the subject of 
Danika.

"She just keeps calling me," she said. "All the time. She even called 
me at work today. Begging me. She was almost hysterical."

"I know," Fawn nodded. "I know. She does the same thing to me."

"I ... I guess I can't blame her," Kelley said. "She never expected 
anything like this would happen."

"Neither did we," Fawn said. "It's only that we've been friends for so 
long, and we live here together, and everything." She stroked Kelley's 
full white breast, pulling the wide deep red nipple with her finger, 
tugging it softly with her lips. "And it's so good to do it with you."

"You did it with her before you ever did it with me," Kelley said.

Fawn blushed. She nipped Kelley's delectable thick nipple 
affectionately with her teeth, bringing a sharp gasp of surprised 
pleasure from the girl. "That goes for you, too, don't forget."

Kelley settled onto her back, tossing her head lightly on the sheet, 
closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling of Fawn's wet lips on her 
breasts, still talking in a low dreamy voice as Fawn sucked her. "She 
scares me," she said. "She keeps saying to me what she said to you that 
night. How she can fuck me better than any man, how we don't need men 
when we've got each other. She acts like a real lesbian or something."

Fawn knew what Kelley was talking about, for Danika had repeated the 
same things to her. But at the moment she felt playful, sensual. 
Kelley's nipples stiffening between her lips, because of what she was 
doing to them, always heated her up, made her blood gush. She squeezed 
Kelley's beautiful breasts with her fingers and asked, "What's a 
lesbian?"

Kelley grinned, both from the joke and from the lovely feelings in her 
breasts. "I mean she's different than we are about it."

"Oh, I know what you mean," Fawn whispered. She licked and tongued 
Kelley's engorged nipples and tried to forget about it.

Actually it was a bigger problem than either of them wanted to face. I 
don't know why everybody has to feel like they own someone who they've 
fucked, Fawn thought. She knew she herself was vaguely jealous that 
Kelley would go to bed again with Danika, and she knew Kelley felt the 
same about her. They both knew it so well that once they had told each 
other it was okay, if either of them should want it. After all, Fawn 
thought, Danika has an absolutely stunning body. Just thinking about 
her naked almost makes me come. And she was my first ... And she was 
Kelley's first too ...

But the thought of Kelley letting Danika fuck her again, without Fawn 
being there, made her see red. She knew that's what Danika was feeling 
too, and she sympathized.

Worse than this, though, was her fear--now obviously shared by Kelley--
that Danika was going over the deep end when it came to this girl sex. 
Now that she was less worried about herself being a true nymphomaniac, 
Fawn began to worry about Danika instead. There was a hard desperate 
edge of conviction in Danika's voice when she spoke to Fawn about how a 
man could never satisfy her the way Fawn had done. She feared her 
sister-in-law was trying to convince herself and everybody else--
meaning Fawn and Kelley--that lesbianism was their true nature. Fawn 
knew it wasn't her true nature and she hated to see Danika fling 
herself so desperately into it only out of her misery and the hatred 
she felt for Eric.

The thought of Eric also sent chills up and down her spine, and made 
her cunt juice flow involuntarily. It had been four or five weeks since 
she had seen him. She remembered the piercing, jabbing, skewering fuck 
he had given her, and her body flashed with heat and desire to have it 
done to her all over again. At the same time, she felt slightly hurt 
that he hadn't tried to get in touch with her. She also wondered how 
anyone who had been fucked by her brother, as Danika had been over and 
over for the past few years, could ever be a fool enough to think she 
was really a lesbian at heart. But then, you never knew what went on 
between people in private. Possibly Eric had fucked her, Fawn, with 
such blazing heat and stupendous virility because somehow his sex 
relationship with his wife had gone haywire.

Fawn's feelings were confused. She knew she wanted to be in bed again 
with each of them. But she had gone through such a troubled period 
wondering about her own normality. Now, with only Jeff and Kelley to go 
to bed with, she felt somehow so much more on the up and up. Jeff 
didn't know about Kelley, or course, about the new twist to their 
relationship, but Fawn knew she could keep that in hand. It was the 
idea of continuing to screw around with her brother--her own brother!--
she still couldn't get over it!--and her sister-in-law that bothered 
her. It would be far better for her to exercise every ounce of will 
power she had, and avoid even thinking of them in a sexual way any 
more. On top of that, she had a feeling that she must help Danika to 
surmount this apparent conviction of hers that she was a lesbian. The 
best way to do that, Fawn decided, was to get Eric and Danika back 
together.

She didn't know exactly how to do it. She didn't even know, for 
example, where Eric was. For days she turned it over in her head and 
was just about to give up in frustration when, one evening, Eric 
finally phoned her and asked if he could come over. His voice on the 
phone was thick with suppressed desire for her. And Fawn herself, as 
she spoke to him, felt her whole body rippling with fires. She realized 
how dangerous it would be to her will power if she consented. But on 
the other hand, how would she ever get them back together otherwise?

Kelley, as understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the 
evening, and Fawn told her brother he could come over "for a glass of 
wine and a talk." While she waited for him to arrive, she put on all 
sorts of clothing that would make her as unattractive as possible. She 
put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them 
so that her full-figure was straightened and compressed by the elastic. 
Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually only wore when 
she was sick.

But when Eric came to the door and she opened it, his eyes burned into 
hers so hotly that somehow it didn't even seem to matter what she was 
wearing. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat 
sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not 
really knowing what to say.

"I ... thought I'd hear from you sooner," Fawn said hesitantly. The 
second she said it she knew it was the wrong thing to say, since it 
sounded coy and seductive, flirtatious.

Eric nodded and sipped his wine. "I thought you would, too. I really 
wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Fawn, but each 
time I stopped because I thought you'd probably refuse me 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."

"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?"

He shook his head, his handsome face grinning sardonically, his rugged 
jaw and strong even teeth making Fawn 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?" She hated herself for being so coy again, but the 
fact that he desired her so much made her feel warm and tingly and 
happy.

He shook his head again. "There isn't anyone."

This is getting out of control already, Fawn thought. I promised myself 
I wouldn't let it happen, 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. But we can't let it get the best 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. What we did was beautiful. It still 
is, when I remember it. But you know it can't go on that way. It's not 
normal, we'll feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you, ohhh I do want 
you, but I've decided that I can't do that any more. 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 
telling 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. I think she needs you very much."

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 and looked down at the floor, trying to keep the 
surging, yearning desires of her own body under control. "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, her eyes half-filled with tears at the pain 
of what she was saying, she didn't see him rise from his chair, but 
only felt him coming around the coffee table, felt his arms encircling 
her shoulders, his mouth pressing down into hers. She kissed him back 
and parted her lips to his tongue, her whole quivering body dissolving 
into pliant undulations of delight as his hands dug into her flesh 
through the fabric of her ugly clothes. Ohhh god, Eric! I want you, I 
want you so much, I want you to fuck me and fuck me forever! But we 
can't, we can't! I made up my mind, and we just can't!

She pulled away from him, sobbing softly but genuinely now. "We can't 
Eric, we can't," she wept. "I told you that."

But Eric was not put off so easily. He clasped her face again in his 
rough, masculine palms, and bruised her swollen lips with his mouth. 
His hands slid down her body as he kissed her, and he clawed her 
responsive flesh through the housecoat, and Fawn began to whimper and 
writhe, feeling the huge gristly lump of Eric's groin push into her 
thigh as she squirmed. "Fawn, oh Fawn," he growled, kissing her neck, 
her throat, digging his fingers into her springy breasts through her 
bra, "I haven't been able to think of anything but you! You know it's 
been the same for you, you know it!"

"I know ... ohhhhh, I know, I know!" she sobbed. "But we can't! We 
can't!"

Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet and went a 
few steps across the room, turning to him. Tears spilled down her 
cheeks, and her words were broken by the helpless gasping of her sobs. 
"You have to go back to her. Eric. Maybe when you get back together 
with her ... then we ... then we can ..." It sounded so strange to her, 
this proposal she was making, that for a moment she thought she might 
almost be crazy. But maybe it would work. Already he was standing, 
coming toward her again, his face an agony of desire for her.

"You mean once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Eric 
said, incredulous.

Fawn gulped back her sobs and bit her lower lip. "Why not?" she said in 
a meek, small voice.

Eric reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat. 
Then with one violent motion he ripped the whole thing off her. The 
cloth screamed as it tore, and Fawn's hot flesh leapt and quivered with 
excitement. She had never been raped, actually raped, before, except 
the half-rape her brother had given her the first time, and her knees 
went to jelly as she anticipated what might happen now. "Eric ... Eric 
... Eric, no, no," she said, whimpering, backing away from him.

But he wouldn't let her get away, he was on her again, enfolding her in 
his strong arms, his fingers tearing at the snaps in the crotch of the 
body stocking, trying to figure out how to get it off her, too. "I want 
you, Fawn!" he breathed hoarsely into her ear. "I want to fuck you. 
I've been waiting so long, but I can't help it, I want to fuck you. 
I've got to fuck you, I've got to!"

"Ohhnnnn!" Fawn moaned, half-swooning, on the verge of giving in to 
him. What did they matter, all those healthy impulses she had been 
trying to maintain before he arrived? Her body needed him. Her cunt was 
wet and seething, and she wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging 
gristly stalk of his huge cock, the best one that had ever been inside 
of her!

Eric's frenzied fingers got the body stocking unsnapped and he pulled 
it up to her midriff, his hands moving hungrily over her smooth belly, 
dipping under the elastic band of her panties, darting down into her 
wet thatch, fingers probing lower, finding the soupy aching vulva of 
her throbbing pussy.

Fawn hissed with pleasure, still moaning "Noooo, oh nooooo." Quickly an 
idea came to her, an idea that just might save them both at this 
moment. The needs of her body were so fierce and insistent that she 
could barely overcome them. But she knew that she had to, she just had 
to! It was now or never. If she was ever to have any hope for a 
'healthy and normal' life, she had to stop this now, she had to show 
herself that her will power was real. Still, she was nearly delirious 
with the need to have her brother fuck her and rape her until her 
brains melted. Suddenly, surprising him, she turned into a tornado 
herself, swarming over him, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt 
buckle. "Eric, ohhhh Eric," she wheezed, panting, groping with his 
zipper, "let me suck you, let me, ohhhh let me suck you and blow you. I 
want you to fuck me in the mouth, I never got to take it in my mouth 
last time. Let me this time, please? Oh please please? Let me suck 
you?"

Eric was taken by surprise. Here she had been resisting him, though 
melting, yielding at the same time, close to surrender. And now she was 
nearly devouring his crotch, tugging at his pants, trying to free his 
fiery, aching penis, panting and whimpering with amazing urgency as her 
hands tore at his clothing. She pulled him down beside her on the 
floor, yanking his pants and his briefs down to his ankles, running her 
wet lips all over his hot blood-thundering prick.

"Ohhh, Eric, ohhh, baby," she moaned, "It's so beautiful, it's so big 
and beautiful, I want to eat it, I want to swallow it!" Fawn held her 
brother's massive ridged shaft of penis in one hand and licked it up 
and down. Everything she said to him was true. She had never seen a 
prick like his before, so thick, so long, so fierce and lovely. With a 
sob of lust and joy, she closed her thirsty mouth over the flaring 
purplish head of his cock and sucked him eagerly, wild with passion, 
giddy with the expectation of swallowing the hot jets of his orgasm.

Eric might have been shocked and surprised by her sudden, voracious 
appetite for his cock, but he wasn't going to refuse the pleasures she 
was offering, not when she began gobbling and stroking and sucking his 
jumping, throbbing prick like a mad woman. He just lay back on the 
floor, bucking his hips gently up into her downthrusting mouth, digging 
his fingers in her hair, and panting softly as he felt the juices rise 
up.

Fawn was wildly, screamingly in need of a climax herself, but the joy 
of this huge bursting cock in her mouth drove everything else out of 
her mind. She knew it would work, that she would get Eric's rocks off 
for him so beautifully that then he would be more agreeable to her 
plan. So she dove on his wet enormous bulging penis again and again, 
rolling his big soft balls in her fingers, dripping spittle on his 
pulsing purple silky glans, stabbing it with her tongue, then sucking 
it nearly down her throat, hearing him gag and groan with pleasure. Oh 
come, come! she keened to herself. Let me drink you, let me drink you, 
baby! Oh yesssss, yesssss!

Suddenly without warning Eric's hips jumped off the floor, throwing the 
huge twitching pole of his meat up into her mouth, jamming 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 in the throat, 
and she 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 semen wantonly, 
swallowing it and sucking for more, gurgling and humming with happy 
lust.

When it was over Eric slumped back exhausted, and Fawn caressed his 
limp penis, still burning with a holocaust of sex fires herself, but 
determined not to give in to them. She was feverish and roiling with 
the need to have him fuck her, but she tried to control her trembling 
body. It was a selfish, perverted lust she felt, and she knew it would 
only bring them all more and more trouble. 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 
pulled her rumpled body stocking down over her panties again and 
snapped it tight. Then she kissed her brother, and whispered to him. 
"You see what I mean, don't you, baby? 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 ..."

Eric nodded, still grinning from the immense satisfaction 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."

"What about you?"

"I need you, too, but you're my brother. Believe me, baby, it's almost 
too frightening."

Eric nodded again. "Maybe you're right. I guess I should give her a 
call."

Suddenly Fawn felt the strange jealousy again. She trailed her fingers 
seductively down his bare chest. "She's very lovely. 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.

Knowing that she had to get rid of him now, before she threw caution 
and selflessness to the winds by just surrendering her body to him 
completely, and forever, 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 to her bedroom and shut the door and took 
her vibrator out of the drawer. Then she quickly slipped out of the 
body stocking and her underwear. She couldn't even wait for Kelley to 
come home! She couldn't wait for anything! I need it, ohhhnnn I need 
it! she moaned to herself. She lay on the bed and started the vibrator 
buzzing, then touched the pointed tip of it to her swollen, aching 
clitoris, and within seconds she was thrashing about and biting back 
her screams of joy, pulverized by molten shock waves of coming. She 
jabbed the vibrator into her cunt again and again, coming again and 
again, relieving the pressure in her body. But all the time she was 
wishing she had let him fuck her.



Chapter 6


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 away Eric had to be crazy. She even suspected she 
was half-crazy for having come up with this scheme to straighten out 
Danika and make her own life more healthy at the same time. But now 
that the plan was in motion she really couldn't just say, "Oh well, 
let's just forget about it, then. Come over tonight, big brother, and 
fuck me till I die with 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 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, she is." Fawn realized that Danika was taking this 
new-found lesbian stuff very seriously. But then, she realized, she had 
known that all along; it had been one of the central reasons behind her 
scheme to bring them together again, for how could Danika, after a good 
ripping reunion fuck by Eric, ever again deceive herself that she was 
only hungry for other cunts, not pricks? Again Fawn's jealousy made her 
wince slightly at this realization, but again she pushed it down and 
tried to forget it. "Look, Eric," she said, "let's try it this way. 
Tonight after work I'll drop by there and kind of soften her up, 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 beautiful, incredible cock, she said 
to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs it even more 
than I do.

Fawn 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 nude. Not only that. When she glanced 
past Danika into the livingroom, Fawn 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 mesmerized by the 
sight of the other girl too. But she quickly regained control, and 
whispered harshly at her sister-in-law. "Danika! What are you doing 
here!"

"Just having a little party," Danika smiled. "Come on in, join the 
party. How about a martooni? I've already had tee martoonies myself."

"Close the door! Everyone in the neighborhood's going to see you." 
Quickly Fawn pushed past her and shut the door behind her. "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. In spite of 
herself, she felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening, and she knew 
that a part of her now regretted that Eric would be arriving soon. The 
thought of another three-way girl fuck with Danika and this lovely dark 
Maria who bit and scratched made her head reel, and her blood gush. 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."

"Shhhhh!" 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 need 
her. You've got Kelley, you know. And now that you two have gotten so 
thick that you don't need me any more, I just ..."

"Danika, Danika, calm down. Please calm down." Fawn stroked her cheek, 
trying to soothe her sister-in-law, who was on the verge of some sort 
of tipsy hysteria.

Maria stood behind them, glancing nervously 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 incredibly succulent that Fawn felt her cunt flushing again with 
juice 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 quavering, shy.

"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, sorry, 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 
always given her so much pleasure.

But Danika resisted. She cupped her full tawny breasts in her hands, 
raising them, offering them to Fawn, squeezing the ripe firm 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. I 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 in here and let me give you a drink." She went into the 
livingroom, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoning 
Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew huskier. "Sit here and have a drink, 
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. How does that 
sound?"

Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. In fact, it sounded 
absolutely great to her, and 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 peignoir, 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 Danika had poured her 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 filmy 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 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, only I thought it might hurt his feelings. 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 that, 
but anyway it's true, what the hell. 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 dong to be a 
good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. I guess 
that's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They 
understand, they care. You know that, you must feel the same way."

"No. I don't."

"You like fucking with me, and with Kelley. 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 where she scratched me the first time. I came so 
hard I thought I was going to die. You love it, 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 herself, and she wasn't 
altogether sure it was true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, 
testing it 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 better put something on over that 
sexy nighty before you answer it."

"Shit on them, I don't care," Danika said, half-stumbling toward the 
door. She opened it and saw her husband. "Well I'll be damned, if it 
isn't my own runaway hubby. Hello, runaway hubby. Did you come back to 
get the rest of your socks?"

Eric said nothing, but glanced over his wife's shoulder at Fawn, who 
shrugged. "Can I come in?"

Danika stepped aside. "It's part your house too, isn't it?"

Eric came into the livingroom, looking very uncertain and nervous. 
Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence of too many 
martinis. But strangely enough, her graceless stumbling only enhanced 
the amazing beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full 
breasts swayed wonderfully from side to side, and the gauzy cloth 
slithered over her high buttocks, 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, 
thinking, now's about the time I ought to go.

But Eric kept staring at his wife, obviously undergoing a reawakening 
of his desire for her.

"Here." Danika bubbled, "let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh 
silly me, I'm too drunk to do it. Fawn, why don't you pour big brother 
a drink, okay?"

"Okay." Fawn poured Eric a martini, trying to ignore the questions his 
eyes were asking her.

Danika seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead she 
was brash, bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get 
away with them. She flaunted her tantalizing half-nakedness at both of 
them. "God, Eric," she said, "you're staring at me with rape in your 
eye. Don't tell me you haven't had another woman, hundreds of women, in 
all this time."

Eric grinned ambiguously, and shrugged.

"I think ... I'd better go now," Fawn said, setting down her empty 
martini glass and 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, and 
kissed him full on the lips, hard and passionately. Eric was very 
surprised, but he kissed her back warmly, and instinctively his hands 
rose and clasped her dangling breasts through the filmy peignoir. 
Danika broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach. "See what 
he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even 
wants to kill me, rape me to death 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, trembling with nerves and hoping it didn't show. But at the same 
time she knew she was aroused and excited, and 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 knees 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, that's why I call you 
big brother, get it? Here, let me get it out where she can see it ..."

Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move, both appalled 
and excited 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 and 
anger. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred, unzipping his 
fly, tugging his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under the 
elastic of his briefs and grasping his bare, bulging cock.

"I ... I'm going now," Fawn panted desperately, feeling her pulse 
hammer. But she was still unable to move, unable to stop looking.

"Oh don't go, don't go," Danika laughed brightly, quickly dipping her 
head into her husband's groin before he could prevent it, and scooping 
his long ropey veined penis out with her hands, kissing and licking the 
thick pulsing tube of flesh. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, 
and began to jump and rise. Fascinated, Fawn stared at it from across 
the room, watching Danika playfully squeeze and pump it, then close her 
sensual mouth over the head of it and give Eric a sharp passionate 
suck. Again Eric winced, gasping with pleasure.

"Come over here and see it, Fawn dear," Danika chattered on, stroking 
Eric's magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so 
much, so come here and see this one. It's a beauty, I have to admit 
that, yummmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty." She swallowed the flaring 
purplish head of his rigid cock again, rotating her mouth on it.

Eric had initially been as shocked as Fawn, but now he seemed to be 
willing to let events take their course. Little could happen that was 
more bizarre than what had already happened, and while Danika sucked 
and toyed with his huge stiff cock he glowered hotly at Fawn, 
challenging her, inviting her, daring her.

Fawn was rooted to the spot, her body trembling and surging with 
strange hot desires, and she began to move slowly toward them, as if 
drawn by the mysterious hypnotic power of Eric's murky gaze, and the 
spectacle of Danika devouring his red, rigid, throbbing prick. It was 
wet and glistening and ridged with bulging veins, thick and long and 
jumping with a life of its own, and she remembered having it in her 
mouth just yesterday, and gulping down the fluids that had burst from 
its striving head into her thirsty throat. And Danika now was no longer 
playfully pretending to enjoy it, she was really enjoying it, diving on 
his cock, gobbling it, squeezing the fat stiff shaft of it with her 
fingers.

She glanced up at Fawn, who was now standing just over her. "See, see," 
she whooped, breathless, half-mocking and half-delirious with passion, 
"see big brother's thing, isn't it big, like I said? Do you want to 
kiss it and suck it, too? Here, get down beside me and we'll both 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? Oh, Fawn baby, let us do 
that! Please! Let us both fuck you!"

Fawn's mouth was dry, her cunt flooding and gushing with juice, her 
blood thundering, but she could do nothing but stand there over them 
and stare, helpless, quivering with fear and shame and desire. 
Everything had gone completely crazy, but she couldn't flee, as she 
knew she ought to do. Something held her there.

While Danika appealed to her, Eric had grasped his wife's peach 
peignoir in both hands at the back of her neck, and now with a 
deliberate, fierce, methodical gesture he ripped it in two, the tear in 
the cloth opening down her naked back, the gauzy gown falling in soft 
rags around her arms, leaving her totally naked. He stood up, yanked 
Danika roughly to her feet, embraced her, pressing her body fiercely 
against his, and dug his fingers into her bare buttocks.

"Eric, no. Eric, no!" Danika whimpered, shaking her head against his 
shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp as she felt his feverish, 
urgent hands racing over her naked back and hips and ass.

"You're my wife and I want to fuck you," Eric growled. "I don't know 
what's going on here, everybody seems nuts, but I know I want you, 
baby, and nothing is going to stop me. I'm going to fuck you."

Danika kept wriggling to free herself from his strong embrace, hissing 
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 torn with lust, but tinged now with 
puzzlement. For a brief second he relaxed his grip on his wife, and she 
jumped free of him.

Danika stared solemnly at him, and suddenly Fawn knew she was going to 
say something dreadful. "She's done it before," Danika said. "We've 
done it a lot," she whispered, enjoying the bewilderment that suddenly 
spread over his face.

Oh god! Fawn thought, panicking. Oh god! Eric stared at her, asking her 
with his eyes if it was true. And she knew her face gave her away. Her 
lower lip trembled, her eyes watered, and she nodded. But at the same 
time she was furious with Danika, because she couldn't understand her 
sister-in-law's motives at all. She had seen Danika devouring Eric's 
wonderful massive erect prick only moments ago, and she had known the 
girl wasn't faking. Danika had said this only to cause more trouble, 
and the situation now felt more dangerous than ever.

But oddly enough, the bewilderment on Eric's face seemed to pass away 
quickly, replaced by a hard, half-amused glint of determination in his 
eyes, and a snarly acceptance in his mouth. His huge prick was as stiff 
and tall and gigantic as ever, jumping and thundering, and he nodded, 
nodded crisply at both girls. "All right," he said. "All right." He 
glared at Fawn, both with contempt and desire. "Take off your clothes."

"What?"

"You heard her," he said, indicating Danika with his head. "She wants 
you to fuck her."

"But that's why I got you over here," Fawn whispered shyly, nervously. 
"To cure her of that. She needs you, Eric, you!"

He grinned, stripping off what remained of his own clothes. The sight 
of his hard, tanned, muscular body made her blood rush and reel through 
her. "But she wants you," he said, still grinning.

Pleased with herself, Danika smirked at them as she stood back and 
watched the whole twisted drama unfolding.

"I ... I," Fawn stammered, now knowing for certain that she could never 
leave. Her body was burbling and boiling and seething and reeling with 
fuck-hunger, steaming desire for them both, and she wanted to tear off 
her clothes and melt against them and feel them ravaging her. Without 
speaking, she began nodding at them, her mouth trembling as she gazed 
hotly at their two naked bodies, at Danika's full swollen breasts 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 approached her, and began helping her, and before she knew 
it they were frantically peeling her clothes off, and their mouths were 
on her naked flesh, their hands groping and probing, squeezing her 
throbbing breasts, digging in her dripping crotch. She nearly swooned 
on her feet, gasping, moaning, yielding and pliant between them.

When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly down the 
hall to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed, squirming together. 
Somehow as they settled onto the mattress Danika became caught between 
Fawn and Eric, and now she became the focus of their most passionate 
caresses, their hungry striving flesh, their hands, their sucking, 
kissing mouths. Fawn and Eric swarmed over her, and she surrendered to 
them totally, rolling onto her back, splaying her thighs, revealing the 
slick squishy red wound of her cunt.

Danika's naked writhing body always drove Fawn absolutely wild with 
desire, and this time was no different. She ran her hands down the 
silky skin of Danika's legs, and crouched between them, pressing her 
lips to the soft smooth skin of Danika's inner thighs, grasping her 
sister-in-law's legs and holding them steady as Danika moaned and 
squirmed. Fawn glanced up the girl's pitching, wriggling body and saw 
Eric scooping up the firm flesh of his wife's breasts in his hands, 
mauling the stiff large nipples with his lips, bringing shuddering sobs 
of joy from Danika's constricted throat. His rough masculine hands and 
mouth all over her upper body seemed to drive her wild with delight, 
and she groaned and murmured senseless sounds to him, scrabbling in his 
hair with her fingers, arching her back as if to throw her flushed 
breasts up into his face.

Bursting, blinding flashes of hot excitement and sex hunger gripped 
Fawn in the stomach, raced through her body, burned in her gushing 
pussy. She had never been as aroused as this in her life! Her body 
trembled nearly as much as Danika's, and she began to moan almost as 
loudly as she ran her extended tongue up and down the puffy inflamed 
wet meat of Danika's vulva, then pressed her lips fully against the 
greasy sopping-wet pussy and frenched it unmercifully, stabbing deep 
into the tangy clenching channel, slurping and lapping it, gobbling it, 
lip-chewing the delectable slimy cuntlips and wantonly gulping down the 
copious flow of warm buttery juice.

"Unngghhuunngghhhh!" Danika grunted and moaned, thrashing, her pelvis 
jerking up into Fawn's devouring mouth. "Ohhhhnnnnn! Ooooh! Ooooh!"

Fawn felt the bed shift under Eric's weight as he manipulated Danika's 
pliant, supple body, turning her onto her side, getting behind her. 
Danika's flexing thighs scissored together against Fawn's head, making 
it harder to get at the steaming, sizzling wet pussy she was so hungry 
for, so she began kissing Danika's smooth palpitating belly and her 
flat sleek stomach, moving up the girl's helplessly quivering body to 
her jiggling breasts, the tall dark nipples wrinkled and erect with 
passion, still wet from Eric's saliva.

Her own wet cunt was coursing and burbling with prickly fires, but 
somehow she didn't mind postponing her own satisfaction, because she 
knew it would come. For the moment it was Danika's squirming sweat-damp 
naked body that consumed her, and kneaded the girl's firm round 
beautiful breasts with her fingers and tongue-raped the stiff sensitive 
nipples and sucked them down into her throat, making Danika howl and 
groan with pleasurable agony. At the same time, Fawn somehow realized 
that she was only a third party to what was actually going on between 
Eric and Danika. She had been so consumed with lust for the girl that 
for a while everything had been blotted out but the achingly beautiful 
feel of Danika's vibrant, responsive flesh under her mouth and hands. 
But now she became aware that 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, wincing, mewling softly, 
biting her lower lip, hissing as she sucked the breath past her 
clenched teeth. "Nooooo ... nooooo," she moaned, but half-dreamily, her 
face transfixed by mingled fear and desire, agony and joy.

Eric had already turned his wife onto her side, but now Fawn felt 
herself being half-pinned beneath both of them as he pushed Danika over 
farther. "Oh yessss!" he grunted softly at Danika. "Oh yessss!"

"Eric, please!" Danika begged.

"Ungg!" Eric grunted, panting, struggling.

"OH! OWWWCH UNNHHH! UNH! OOOOOOOH!" Danika shrieked as her whole body 
suddenly stiffened, and tears sprung out of her tightly shut eyes. "Oh 
Eric! ERIC! NO NO NO! AAGHHHHIIEEEE!"

Fawn squirmed out from underneath Danika, whose body suddenly grew 
tense and spasm-ripped beyond belief as Eric flung her flat onto her 
stomach and reared up over her. Fawn looked up and bit her fist with 
shock and awe. Eric's whole body was a bronzed clenched hunk of 
rippling muscle, his face torn with unbelievably fierce desire and 
savagery as he ripped his huge prick into his wife's uptilted ass. Half 
of the massive gristly stalk was already sunk in Danika's rectum, and 
his strong thumbs parted her glowing buttocks and he slammed into her 
again, and again! Incoherent sounds of pleasure-pain were smashed to 
pieces in Danika's throat before they could escape. She was completely 
impaled, pierced and skewered on his fierce, rigid pole, and he drove 
it into her like a steel spike, over and over again.

Stunned by awe and fear and fantastic excitement, Fawn could do nothing 
but watch as Eric viciously ripped and reamed his wife's asshole. 
Danika's spastic, clutching fingers grabbed and crumpled the sheet, and 
tore it, and she burrowed her face into the bed and whooped and pleaded 
soundlessly. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her face pale with shock, 
but at the same time her expression was still suffused with an oddly 
sublime and dreamy sort of joy, and her moans were not only those of 
pain but also of deep animalistic longing. "Unnnnn ... unnnnn," she 
groaned mindlessly, slumping forward with each killing, 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, tilting it at the 
angle he wanted. Then he drilled it viciously again with his thick 
fiery shaft, sinking his long penis so far into the girl that Fawn 
thought no one could possibly stand it. Her own asshole clenched tight 
in sharp nervous spasms of sympathy each time he dug his cock into 
Danika's ass, and her drippy cunt felt sprayed with singing sparks. She 
reached down and stroked her wetness, feeling her buttery itching 
cuntlips greasy with hot sex-slime against her fingers.

Fingerfucking herself into pulsing flashes of sex-fire, she watched 
Danika suddenly change and begin bucking her ass back into Eric's 
piercing thrusts, and grinding her hips, gritting her teeth and moaning 
in a low, gasping, guttural voice at him, "Ohhh fuck me, yesss! LIKE 
THAT, unnhhhh! oh god! god, Eric baby! Fuck me in my ... ohn! ohhhhh 
Jeesussss! fuce me in the ass, oh yes! oh yes! Anngghh! Unh! Unh!"

The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Fawn could 
barely stay on it. She crouched beside the two locked lovers, 
shuddering and moaning along with them, digging in her seething crack 
with two fingers, pinching her erect clit until she was already coming 
in soft preliminary jolts, driven crazy by the half-tortured beauty of 
Danika's come-shattered face. For Danika simply began to explode 
visibly with orgasms, and she slumped forward yowling with joy, 
writhing insanely into the mattress and biting the sheet, while Eric 
pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgent fury as he, too, 
began to come.

The strangled but earsplitting cries that both of them made were 
deafening to Fawn. Danika flipped and shuddered out of control beneath 
her husband's powerful body, and Eric reared up like a lust-crazed 
horse and buried his huge prick in his wife's rectum, his face nearly 
pulverized with joys as the hot spasms of his squirting organ gripped 
him.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself murmuring desperately, her whole body 
trembling, bathed in feathery fires, streaming with come-need. 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 had together, she wanted to be simply murdered and split and 
pierced and shattered with orgasms, and she stroked and finger-raped 
herself trying to bring on the big ones.

Nevertheless, it was a temporary relief to her. She felt somehow 
slightly cheated, but not terribly angry about it. She lay next to the 
two exhausted lovers and whimpered with them, caressing them, kissing 
their still-feverish flesh, knowing there would be more, more for her, 
if she refused to be impatient.

Eric's prick finally grew limp and was ejected by the tight, violated 
muscles of Danika's rectum, and he rolled off her and turned her around 
to his face and kissed her. Then Fawn kissed her, and none of them 
spoke because the experience had been so supreme--especially for Eric 
and Danika--that words would only ruin it.



Chapter 7


Later, when Eric got up to go to the bathroom, Fawn squirmed against 
her sister-in-law, delighting in the feel of their breasts pressing 
together, their soft puffy nipples brushing, luxuriating in the thrill 
of Danika's warm, silky, relaxed body against hers. She kissed Danika's 
ear and breathed in it, and stuck her tongue into the secret whorls. 
"You loved it, didn't you?" she whispered.

Danika nodded slowly, her full lips curving in a half-smile as she 
recalled the intense joy. "I've never been fucked like that," she 
whispered back.

"I haven't either." Fawn's brain still bubbled and simmered with 
dazzling images of Eric's stiff, rigid red cock drilling mercilessly 
into Danika's ass, surging into her, splitting her open with its fierce 
ravaging power. She could still see the vast, unbearably sublime 
torment that passed over Danika's face, still hear the gurgled cries of 
agony and passion that fought their way out of her sister-in-law's 
throat. She herself had never been fucked in the ass, she had always 
been terrified of it, of the pain, of the horrible sense of submission 
it required, of the total violation it involved. Even now, the thought 
of it, the recollection of what she had seen, made her guts clench, her 
rectum pinch tightly shut in fear, but she also recognized the flutter 
in the pit of her stomach, and the wash of fire in her cunt and her ass 
as she contemplated it. "How did it feel?" she asked Danika.

"It hurt at first. Then it was terrific," Danika gasped. "But now it 
hurts a little again."

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, 
feeling somehow that it was her responsibility to remind Danika what it 
had all been about. But now it sounded hollow and stupid to her. She 
didn't know whether she wanted to have the same thing done to her, and 
she doubted whether any of them, especially Eric, would feel like going 
through it again this soon. Oh she wanted to have something done to 
her. She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, french kissing her and 
drawing Danika's hand down to her trembling belly, to her moist thatch. 
"I want you to fuck me, baby, I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, 
I'm burning up," she breathed huskily into Danika's ear.

But Danika responded listlessly, her hand limp, her tongue restrained 
as Fawn flicked at it with her own. "Fawn ... Fawn," she murmured 
lazily, "I want to be alone with him."

Fawn's heart dipped. She shivered. Oh no! she thought.

"You ... you understand, don't you?" Danika stroked Fawn's naked 
buttocks lovingly, but without sensuality.

"I ... I suppose I do." After all, that's what I wanted, isn't it? she 
thought. I never counted on being here beside you. But suddenly Fawn 
grew angry. If it were not for Danika, she would have been out the door 
before the whole thing started. "It's your fault I'm here, though," she 
whispered. "You wanted me to stay. I didn't ... I didn't even ..." 
Uncontrollable tears welled up in her eyes, and she sucked them back. 
She wanted to say that she hadn't even come. While the two of them had 
nearly incinerated one another with hot, blind, murderously sweet 
coming, she had been forced into the role of a mere observer. Actually 
she knew she had come, but only by helping herself get there, and only 
in the way that was no good at all when compared with the blazing, 
erupting firestorms she had witnessed in them.

Danika's eyes blurred with tears, too. She kissed Fawn warmly, sweetly. 
"I know it's not fair," she whispered. "But I can't help wanting it. 
You wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you? What if he came back 
from the bathroom and saw us making it like that? That's one of the 
reasons he was so vicious to me, because of what I told him about us. 
That's why he--"

"But you loved it!" Fawn said.

Danika grinned. "I know, but I don't want it again this quick."

Then let him do it to me! Fawn thought, trying to control her panic at 
the thought that she was going to be sent away. Let him do it to me! Oh 
no, no, I don't mean that. Oh god, yes I do! I don't know what I mean! 
She pulled away from her sister-in-law. "If you don't want to, then 
just let him fuck me," she whispered, desperate but trying not to seem 
that way. "I'm so close, baby, so close! It would be very quick. Then 
I'll go home and you can have him all to yourself."

Danika looked solemnly at Fawn, her eyes suddenly very knowing. "If he 
does that, then he won't have enough energy left over for me, for the 
rest of the night."

Increasingly desperate, hating herself for it, Fawn begged her. "He 
doesn't even have to come. All he has to do is ..." Oh god, oh Jesus, 
Fawn thought, I want him to stick that huge beautiful prick in me, I'll 
come in two seconds, I'll just explode, I know I will! The thought 
flashed through her mind that Eric had only fucked her once, that it 
had been the best ever in her life, but that now she might have ruined 
things forever, she might never have him again! What a fool, what a 
fool! she thought. It was all a mistake.

Very cool and serious, Danika said, "You've done it before with him, 
haven't you."

Fawn gulped, and tried not to blush.

"And here I thought I was the one who ought to be so ashamed," Danika 
said. She rolled onto her back beside Fawn, stretching, languid, 
voluptuous, stroking her own naked supple body with her delicate 
fingers, incredibly sexy in this moment of her small triumph. "I don't 
know what'll happen in the future," she murmured, rubbing her thick 
mouth-watering brown nipples alive with her fingertips, "but for now 
he's my husband. And I want him to fuck me all night, and maybe all day 
tomorrow too, and believe me, I know how to keep him here. I thank you 
for getting us back together."

Now Fawn was really angry. "I'll tell you one thing," she snapped, 
getting up and starting for the livingroom to get her clothes. "You're 
one of the quickest switchers I've ever heard of. Half an hour ago you 
were a confirmed lesbian, and now look at you!"

Danika grinned wickedly and arched her back so that her whole luscious 
body undulated and her breasts thrusted upward, quivering. She was 
astonishingly desirable, and Fawn's breath caught in her throat. "What 
do you mean," she murmured, "don't you think I look good?"

Fawn didn't trust herself to speak. Instead she whirled, tears flooding 
her eyes again, and ran down the hall to the living room, where she 
dressed with lightning speed. Eric appeared in the hallway just as she 
was slipping out the front door, crying soundlessly.

"Fawn!" he shouted. "Fawn, where are you going? Come back, come here, 
Fawn!"

Through the prisms of her tears she saw him standing there, bronzed and 
muscular and naked, the long thick ropey tube of his cock swinging 
between his thighs, the cock she wanted so badly to have buried in her, 
cramming her and splitting her with joy at that very moment. She shook 
her head, weeping aloud. "No. No, no, no!" she wept. "Go back to your 
wife, she wants you! I told you that, I told you. She needs you!"

"Faw--" he said, but she shut the door, and ran down the walk to the 
street.

Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. She sat in 
the back seat of the cab feeling angry, guilty, ashamed, betrayed, one 
after the other, weeping in confusion. At the same time she wished the 
awful flux of emotion would somehow blot out the seething urgency of 
her body, the hot hungry itchiness of her still-gripping cunt, the 
endless throbbing of her blood. She was wound tight as a wire, drawn up 
to a fever-pitch of sexual need, and she didn't know who to blame for 
it--them or her? She needed violent release, but she didn't know what 
to do about it. Maybe Kelley would be at home. But that was the last 
thing she wanted, to get even deeper into the sick network of 
relationships that were connected to the scene she had just left.

Jeff, she knew, was also a possibility. And she knew he would be 
willing, he would ask no questions, he would give her what she needed. 
But it would not be what she really needed, whatever that was. And she 
would not be able to keep herself, this time, from making comparisons 
with Eric, whose rampaging, rearing, piercing, cunt-splitting, ass-
reaming, gargantuan cock was the only thing she wanted to feel inside 
her, probing and slicing and skewering her into the guilty ecstasies 
she craved so wantonly.

What's coming over me? she thought. Why won't it go away? I'm right 
back where I started from, I really am a nympho after all, just 
seething and boiling with it, when really I should just be so mad at 
everybody that I wouldn't want to be touched.

She thought briefly of going home and masturbating, but she quickly 
dismissed that, knowing it was no good, knowing she had already done 
it, only minutes ago, and it had solved nothing. While she was turning 
all this over in her head, and trying to suppress or ignore the gushing 
tumult of her blood and the hot unsatisfied yearnings in her burning 
pussy, 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, and a mouth with a vicious, 
sarcastic twist. And she suddenly knew that there must be something 
about her he could smell. In some way she must be advertising herself 
like a bitch in heat, and that embarrassed her further. Still, she 
briefly entertained the idea. He was a total stranger, and maybe that 
was just what she needed at the moment like this, someone she would 
never see again, someone she had never seen before, who she could take 
upstairs with her. The guilt, the shame, the betrayal, the humiliation 
that she felt, maybe they could all be blasted out of her by taking 
this cab driver with the vicious mouth up to her apartment with her and 
inviting him to do anything he liked to her. Preferably something 
sweetly brutal, something tenderly cruel, the way Eric had screwed 
Danika in the ass. Did that make sense?

She didn't know, but the mere thought made her shiver. She glanced at 
the cabbie's eyes in the mirror and knew she couldn't go through with 
it. For one thing, he was too handsome, and the slight hint she gave 
that she might be interested in him had made his body take on a kind of 
aggressive magnetism that attracted her so powerfully, she feared that 
neither of them might be able to settle for the sort of one-shot ships-
in-the-night blistering fuck she had in mind. No, she needed someone 
far more repulsive, someone who would scour her clean of these crazy 
compulsions, someone who could cleanse her of these consuming guilts 
entirely by taking her to the very bottom of them and rubbing her face 
in the foulest dirt, so that she might never have to go back there 
again.

Still, the way he kept looking at her gave her goose-bumps. His dark 
bold eyes riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was 
afraid he might have a wreck. And Fawn herself was aware suddenly that 
her mouth was half-open, and she had placed the tip of her tongue 
against the ridge of her upper teeth as she stared back murkily at him. 
Her eyes were saying to him, You can fuck me if you want to, and she 
knew her body was saying it too, it was smoking with invitations that 
only a stone could have failed to notice.

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 fastened to the sunvisor. She 
didn't want to know his name, she wanted him to be totally anonymous. 
She also wanted him to make the first advance. She was willing to 
provoke him as much as possible, and she knew by now, as the cab drew 
closer and closer to her apartment, that she would not let him get away 
without making it plain to him what she wanted; but she didn't want to 
be explicitly brazen about it.

Finally he pulled the cab up in front of her building and 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 breasts that 
rose and fell in her excitement beneath her thin blouse. She had 
dressed in such a hurry when leaving Eric's and Danika's house that she 
had merely stuffed her bra in her handbag.

When she said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes again saying, 
Fuck me, fuck me, you can fuck me, you can fuck me, he repeated softly, 
"Isn't this it?"

"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered, trying not to 
sound nervous or uncertain, half-angry at him for forcing her to begin 
it.

His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers twisted into 
a mocking grin of appraisal, and 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 grinned, staring boldly at her 
breasts.

"I want to go crazy," she whispered. She shifted her shoulders slightly 
so that the firm out-thrusting 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, menacing, slightly threatening, but 
still flickering with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me," he said, his 
voice deep, hoarse, deadly serious.

He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced with fear 
of him. What am I doing? What am I doing? a whirling, reeling voice in 
her head asked over and over. But at the same time his rough, daring 
manner excited and even thrilled her. "Because you already know," she 
said, terrified of herself and what she was doing, but unable to resist 
the excitement of the moment.

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 stammered, unable to say anything else, 
glancing down at her shaking fingers.

Still caressing her face, her chin, her forehead, her other cheek, 
running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke 
softly. "Is it hard?"

Struck by his words, she giggled shyly and looked up from her nervous 
hands, staring 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 her chest to the top buttons of her 
blouse. Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her 
eyes with his own, and slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one 
of her breasts and scissoring the tender swollen nipple with two rough-
skinned fingers. Fawn gasped. "I can't take you anywhere," he 
whispered, fondling and squeezing her warm, aching breast with his 
hand. "It's like kidnapping, and rape, if you change your mind later."

"I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing her body 
forward, mashing her tingly breast into his rough hand.

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building with his 
head.

"I have a roommate," she said. His hands roamed curiously over her 
breasts, squeezing and cupping them, pulling the long thick nipples, 
rolling them in his fingers. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, 
enjoying the wonderful feel of it. But she knew they couldn't just sit 
here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them.

"Maybe she's not home," he said. Now her nipples were erect and 
rubbery, and he gently pinched each one, drawing new 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, 
Kelley! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long 
enough for her to go upstairs and check. And she was also seized by a 
small panic, the fear that he would not stay, not wait for her return. 
"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"

"For you," he chuckled softly. "For you I can do anything."

For some reason, the word 'anything' made Fawn's blood boil and race, 
made her cunt gush and throb. Oh god, if Kelley was home, what would 
she do!

She waited while he parked the cab in a relatively secluded spot. Then 
she rebuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, and took him upstairs 
with her to the apartment. They went inside. Kelley was not home. On 
the coffee table was a note she had left. Fawn began to think, as she 
read the note, that fate must be real after all, that fortune somehow 
must have conspired to make this moment possible. For Kelley had gone 
to the mountains for the weekend with a new boy friend; she would not 
be back till Monday.

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands 
hanging at his side, grinning at her as broadly as ever, while she read 
the note. "She ... she won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her 
voice choked up with fear and excitement.

She didn't dare tell him how long Kelley would be gone, as if somehow 
that would make her even more vulnerable to him than she had already 
made herself. Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him 
more attractive and more terrifying, both at the same time, than she 
had earlier. 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, his teeth strong and white and even as he grinned 
sarcastically, half-menacingly, at her. She both wanted him and feared 
him, and the combination of the two made her absolutely sizzle and 
smolder with contradictory feelings.

She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain 
and the bolt lock, so that nothing like her interruption of Kelley and 
Danika could happen. She knew it couldn't, if Kelley was in the 
mountains, but somehow she had to be as secure as possible. She had no 
idea what she and the cab driver would get involved in, but she had a 
feeling, a dangerous, thrilling feeling, that it wouldn't be something 
she would like anyone else ever to know about. She turned her face back 
to him, smiling nervously.

He stood in the center of the room, his large rough hands still hanging 
loosely at his sides, grinning at her with his perpetual amusement. 
"What's your name?" he asked.

"It's ... Ca ... Carol," she said. "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." Nervously, Fawn smoothed her miniskirt against 
her thighs with the palms of her hands.

"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled softly.

"I ... I really don't know," Fawn murmured, though she did know, in a 
way, but was far too shy and embarrassed and frightened at the moment 
to say it aloud. "What ... would you like to do to me?" she asked, 
looking away from his eyes.

"Silly question," he chuckled again.

"No ... I mean besides that. I mean, how would you like to ... go about 
it?" She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit 
into the fleshy bottom of her thumb in order to get control of herself.

He cocked his head to one side and regarded her as if she were a 
genuine kook, perhaps a true kinky, but a beautiful one, a stunning 
woman who was tempting him more than she ought to. He pondered her 
question for a moment, then answered forth-rightly. "I'd like to tie 
you up."

Fawn's heart thundered suddenly, then fluttered, then took a rapid dip. 
She gulped. "And then what?"

His voice was serious, even briefly 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 as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're 
the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so 
you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy," he said, his eyes 
burning into her, tempting her now.

Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat with a 
maddening intensity in her throat, and hammer behind her ears. 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 ... 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, and she knew with a wince of horror that it really didn't 
matter. She would surrender herself to him no matter what, and that 
horrified her.

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, maybe too eagerly. "You can 
..." She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything 
like this in her life, had never thought herself capable of it. "You 
can ... tie me up. if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt 
me."

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 thick hands and tilted her 
lips up and kissed her with a kind of raw authority that made her 
almost giddy with delight. And while he was kissing her he slid his 
hands down to her buttons again, and within seconds he had her blouse 
off and his hands on her naked breasts, kneading them firmly, cupping 
the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pointing, 
pulsing nipples.

He bit her neck gently, then slid his mouth down the smooth flesh 
toward her shoulder and sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through 
Fawn. "Aii!" she yelped, "oh! ooooohh!"

His hands were rough and weathered, his lips chapped and cracked, and 
his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bare 
gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her 
breasts so hard that it hurt her, but she was growing so weak and dizzy 
with passion that she didn't care. His chapped, rasping lips found her 
aching nipples and tore at them, and waves of heat shimmered through 
her breasts. He held them in his palms and milked them fiercely from 
beneath, digging his fingers into the springy round globes, hurting her 
again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and 
sucked them between his strong teeth.

Fawn put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance, and 
shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, 
pushing her hot aching breasts into his face. As if he had read her 
mind, or sensed the urgent, dangerous desires of her body, he was 
already giving her the tender cruelty and the sweet, controlled 
brutality she wanted. She was already moaning in low animalistic 
guttural sounds, bursting and burbling all over with lust, crying out 
softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and his rough, grasping 
fingers caused to her sensitive breasts and her flaming, 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," she said.

He nodded, and grinned, and put his rough weathered hands back on her 
breasts. "You're beautiful, just beautiful," he said.

"Thank you." Fawn looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her 
stiff wet nipples in his fingers.

"What'll we tie you with? Do you have any rope?"

"I don't think so. Ohhhh, oh god that feels good! Quick, let's find 
something."

The two of them rapidly searched the apartment. Fawn found a discarded 
pair of Kelley's pantyhose in the bathroom wastebasket which made a 
very strong rope when twisted. She stood there with them hanging from 
her hand, staring at them, hearing the cab driver in the living room 
and kitchen, searching for similar things, and she thought, shivering 
with panic and wild anticipation: My god, he's going to tie me up and 
fuck me, he's going to rape me and hurt me, and I want him to, I want 
it! What am I doing?

But she didn't have much time to think about it because he appeared in 
the bathroom doorway, grinning, glaring hungrily at her naked breasts 
as if he could never get enough of them, and clutching in one hand two 
electrical extension cords. A hot tremor shot up the squinchy tingling 
channel of her cunt as she saw them dangling from his fist. She almost 
gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into 
this every second. The sight of the rubberized cords in his hand made 
it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of exciting 
fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it 
quickly.

He saw her fear, and he went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her 
hot breasts with his free hand. "What's the matter, you lose your 
nerve?" he said.

"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whimpered into his shirt.

"I won't ... I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her. 
"This is probably enough. Let me see your bed."

She took him to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. Together 
they peeled the bedclothes off the bed and he tested the strength of 
the brass headboard with his hands. "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 alive with gooseflesh and tremors of 
anticipation. Whey she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauzy 
bikini-style panty and began to peel them down her golden thighs, he 
shook his head. His eyes burned into the white band of skin at her 
groin where her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her bare shoulder 
and turned her around, gazing down at the pale upper slopes of her high 
buttocks, just above the half-lowered elastic band of her panties. He 
touched the pale skin with his fingers, then moved them up her back to 
the other pale band of flesh left by her bra. "You're striped here ... 
and here," he said, lowering his fingers to the white skin of her ass.

She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her.

"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 smooth cheek, a gesture 
with a curious harsh tenderness in it that made her 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 of the extension cords. She watched the thick 
rippling muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands. "Why don't 
you ... take off your clothes too before ... you tie me," she suggested 
shyly, in a tiny voice. She wanted to watch his body while he did this 
to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles shifting and clenching, to 
see his stiff penis twitching and jerking with desire for her. She 
looked in his eyes, then stared boldly at the swollen, gristly hump of 
his crotch.

"Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still-untied cord go 
slack around her extended wrists. Quickly he removed his shirt, and she 
devoured his powerful, athletic torso with her eyes, relishing 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 briefs down his strong legs in one motion. His 
huge red prick sprang up, swelling and bobbing and jumping, and Fawn 
gasped as she stared at it, because if anything it was even bigger than 
Eric's, fatter and longer by at least an inch, it's shiny purplish head 
an angry pulsing balloon of hot flesh. Half-terrified, but also half-
starved with hunger for it, she stared at the massive thundering cock 
and knew suddenly that she had got more than she had bargained for, but 
that there was no way to turn back now. What she had had in mind would 
have been excruciating enough without this immense fucktool giving it 
to her, but now ... now ...

He saw both the terror and the hunger in her eves, and he stepped close 
to her again, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches 
from her nose.

"Oh my god!" she murmured, "oh my god!" She stroked its fiercely ridged 
stalk with her shaking fingers, then bent forward and took the bulbous, 
flaring head of it into her mouth and sucked it, first softly, then 
more urgently, even maniacally. And he allowed himself a few moments of 
the pleasure her mouth gave him, and gently pitched his hips upward, 
fucking up into her soft palate. But then he pulled back, pulled his 
prick free of her slurping, clasping lips.

Again he caressed her soft cheek with his rough knuckles, then pulled 
her wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the extension 
cord. Fawn felt all of her flesh turn instantly to hot jelly, and 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 
surging stiff penis, the ballooning purple head of it still wet with 
her own spittle.

Gently he pushed her back on the mattress, drawing her bound wrists up 
to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the 
bars and tied it, she squirmed over onto her stomach, nestling her head 
between her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip. Oh god, oh god! 
she moaned to herself, it's happening, it's happening! I can't wait! 
I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop shaking! 
Just do it to me, quick, quick!

Before moving to the foot of the bed to tie her ankles, he gently 
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.

Again the contrast of his rough, chapped, almost brutal hand gently 
cupping her chin made her shiver with excitement. She shook her head, 
shook it rapidly, nervously, but with determination. "I want it this 
way," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh 
god, do it to me, do it to me, I'm dying, 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 quivering buttocks, 
still half-concealed by the gauzy fabric of her panties. "Whatever you 
say, little darling," he said. "Whatever you want, you can have."

Quickly he moved down to her feet. He caressed and stroked each foot 
with his harsh lips and rasping fingers, kissing her, rubbing her 
ankles and insteps, even her soles, sending spurting hot showers of 
sparks traveling up both of her legs, and making her wet pussy wince 
and flame with wild spasms. He made love to each foot and drove her 
crazy, before looping one securely with the twisted pantyhose, the 
other with the second extension cord, then splaying her legs widely and 
tying each ankle to the opposite corner of the bed.

By this time Fawn was simply a writhing, wriggling, squirming mass of 
hot voluptuous jellied flesh. Whimpering and moaning with fear and 
desire, she pushed her face into the sheet and mashed her throbbing 
breasts into the mattress, feeling the linen scrape across her 
sensitive pointed nipples. Her cunt steamed and simmered and flowed 
with juice, and she ground down her hips, gyrating them, pushing her 
aching pussy into the bed, feeling the lacy cloth of her thin panties 
chafe against her soupy blossoming cuntlip.

Her legs completely spread-eagled and fastened securely to the foot of 
the bed, her wrists tightly bound together and cinched to the brass 
headboard, she was more vulnerable than she had ever been in her life. 
She was crazy both with terror and with lust, and she felt her body 
growing totally pliant and yielding. She felt him crouching between her 
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?"

"Yessssss! Yessssss!" she hissed. "Please! Pleeeease!"

"Where's the Vaseline?" he whispered.

"In the medicine cabinet. Oh hurry, please, hurry!"

She felt the bed sink and rise as he left it, and while he was gone she 
tried to control her feverish panting, tried to let her body relax, 
tried to give herself over completely to the feelings of surrender she 
felt sweeping through her. She had yielded to this man so totally that 
it horrified her. She wriggled on the bed, feeling her stiff nipples 
flare and ache as the sheet scraped across them, feeling the cords bite 
into her wrists and ankles. There was no way to get free, she was at 
his mercy. God, let him be gentle! she groaned to herself, god, let him 
be gentle! But she knew that what she had invited him to do could not 
be done gently, and the mere thought of it made her body blaze and 
pulse with new fears and hotter fires.

She felt the bed sink again as he returned. Again he crawled up between 
her splayed knees, and she immediately felt his rough raspy hands on 
her lower back, caressing the smooth curve of her sacrum, grasping her 
supple waist, his thick-fingers digging into the trembling flesh of her 
stomach. He held her twisting hips steady, his chapped, sandpapery lips 
burrowing in the wide shallow dimples above each of her buttocks. Fawn 
moaned with low husky delight as she felt the ripples of warm pleasure 
flow up and down her back. "Ohhhnnn ... ohhnnnnn," she moaned dreamily, 
twisting languidly in his firm grasp.

"Oh, you like that, do you?" he murmured. His hands slid down her waist 
to her thighs, and squeezed the resilient outside muscles, then dipped 
inside to stroke the silky sensitive inner skin.

She felt his tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs met 
the bulging flesh of her buttocks. He nipped at her panties with his 
teeth. She shuddered and squirmed and whimpered, now realizing why he 
had told her to leave her panties on. His strong teeth nipped at the 
quivery flesh of her ass through the thin gauzy cloth. Fawn went wild 
with delight. She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her flimsy 
panties with his teeth, his firm fingers digging into her hips as he 
grew more aroused and passionate. Her cunt burned and ached and flowed, 
and she couldn't keep her body still. Her ass bucked and undulated up 
into his attacking teeth, she mewled and gasped, feeling his urgent 
teeth and fingers tearing at her panties. Ohhhh! Get them off, get them 
off! she groaned to herself. Chew them off me, ohhhh yessss!

He managed to rip a hole in them, and he slipped his tongue through it 
deep into the crack of her ass, making her yelp and shudder with 
surprise. "Oh! Unneeee!" she gasped with shock, her wildly flipping ass 
suddenly flying out of his grasp as she writhed helplessly with 
unexpected pleasures.

Her uncontrollable wriggling and squirming apparently drove him crazy 
with passion, for he wasted no more time tearing at the tough elastic 
with his teeth. Instead he grasped it with his strong hands and tore it 
viciously apart, yanking it so hard that the thin strip of it bit into 
her belly and the skin of her quaking hips as it gave way. Her panties 
disintegrated into shreds of cloth, and he clawed at them with his 
rough raspy fingers, baring her ass cheeks and the puffy wet blossom of 
her runny cunt below them. She felt his breath on her buttocks, his 
tongue stabbing the hard nub of her smooth tailbone. Then his tongue 
went lower, lower, down into the long secret crack of her ass, and she 
squealed as it tickled the tightly shut ring of her rectum, then sank 
and slithered lower again. She squealed again as it reached her achy, 
squirmy, soupy quim, and she felt his chapped eager lips on her greasy 
vulva, felt him suck her cuntlips into his mouth, and jab his long 
tongue up the slimy tingling slit of her pussy.

Moaning and whinnying softly and going half-insane from the madly hot 
and sweet sensations, Fawn scrunched her face into the sheet and 
uptilted her ass to his invading mouth and hands, making her wet, 
desire-flashing pussy more available to his mauling lips, shrieking 
with delight as his harsh tongue scraped against the raw, flaming 
nerve-bundle of her erect clitoris. "Aannngghhh!" she gagged with joy, 
feeling spurts of honeyfire bathe her feverish dripping cunt. "Unnnn 
... unnnn," she moaned deliriously.

His fierce, clawing fingers were sunk brutally in the flesh of her 
thighs, and he drew them up to her quivering buttocks and dug apart the 
firm creamy moons, raising his mouth up from her cunt and wriggling his 
tongue into her clenched asshole for the first time. The shock and 
pleasure of it made Fawn tremble and explode with desire. She gasped 
and bit the sheet and thrashed helplessly, feeling the worm of his 
invading tongue slither into her. It was like nothing she had ever felt 
before. The sensations were so sweet, hot, intense, that she didn't 
know how she would survive until the moment he put his cock where his 
tongue now was.

Already she was so close to coming that she was just a writhing, 
moaning mass of beautiful flesh. She had never surrendered her body to 
anything so completely in her life, but now she was simply mad with 
desire for fulfillment. Gurgling with lust, she hummed and groaned, 
"Get it in me, pleeease! Do it to me, do it to meeeee! Unnnnn ... oh! I 
can't stand it, it's so good!"

She felt him rise up behind her, felt him part her buttocks again with 
his hands, felt the thick gristly stalk of his hug erect penis swing up 
and down in the moist crack of her ass. It would never fit, she knew it 
would never fit into the tight fear-pinched passage where he had only 
moments ago had his long wriggly tongue. She felt his massive prick 
wedged between the cheeks of her ass, riding up and down, bursting and 
throbbing with insane power, and again she gulped with terror. She 
began to shake with sharp continuous tremors, shivers that seized every 
inch of her flesh and shook her, and shook her, so that she could do 
nothing but moan for him to do it, to do it quick. She implored him, 
she begged him, going suddenly giddy and maniacal with fear and joyful 
anticipation as she felt him swabbing her asscrack with large clammy 
gobs of Vaseline.

Panting, gnawing on her lower lip, she tried to calm down and hold her 
hips steady for him, humming to herself that now it was going to 
happen. Oh this is what I wanted! she hummed, this is it! Fuck me, rape 
me, oh shit, kill me with it, plough me, ravage me, oh god make it the 
worst and the best ever ...!

She gritted her teeth. She could hear his harsh rapid panting and feel 
the hot urgent haste of his body, the surging of his fierce need, as he 
slipped his thick thumbs into her well-greased asscrack and found the 
edges of her tight anus with them, sparking the hot raw nerves alive. 
She held her breath as he lodged the huge bulb of his prick's head in 
the small mouth of her rectum, holding her buttocks apart with his 
hands, inching his cock into her.

He strove and pushed and grunted, but it would not go in. At first Fawn 
thought she had been right, he was just too big. It's too big, it won't 
fit! she thought. Oh please, please, shove it in meee! But she had not 
counted on his determination. His thumbs dug even more fiercely into 
the edges of her pinched-shut rectum, which flamed with razory spasms 
of pain, and he lunged up and forward, and she felt the head of his 
cock slide into her ass. "AAGGGHHIIIEEEE!" she howled suddenly. "OHHH! 
OWWWWCH! UNNNGH OW OWWCH! ANNGGGGHH!"

Tears squirted from her tightly shut eyes, and she bit through the 
bedsheet into the mattress, her whole body erupting in sizzling bolts 
of incandescent pain, pain that rolled and ripped and poured through 
her body as the advance wave of the excruciating torment of pleasure 
that followed quickly after it. She coughed and choked with helpless 
delight through the shocks of molten pain-pleasure that jolted her, 
that tore at her every pulsing nerve, as his fiendishly huge cock slid 
deeper and deeper into her asshole, lubricated by the greasy jelly and 
powered by the firm passionate thrust of his hips.

She was skewered and spitted on it, on his huge spiky pole of ass-
reaming gristle, and her eyes behind her tightly shut lids flashed with 
red and blinding white as he bent forward over her and grasped her bare 
shoulders with his hands and lunged savagely into her for the first 
time, burying his gigantic rockhard cock as deep as it would go in the 
warm flaming cavern of her clenching bowel.

Fawn felt every hidden nerve in her body flutter and spurt and pop and 
burst again and again. Tense with the agony of pain-pleasure that came 
from being completely impaled in the ass by the merciless slicing sword 
of this unknown man's beautiful stupendous prick, she squirmed into the 
bed, face down, feeling her hard throbbing nipples burn into the sheet, 
grunting mindlessly with lust and impatience, lifting her ass to him, 
wanting him to rape and ravish her brutally. Some part of her brain 
knew he had gone briefly crazy, but it was okay with her, she wanted 
more, and more! He had embedded his fantastic prick deep within her and 
now lay slumped on her naked back, his teeth roaming and nipping the 
flesh of her coppery shoulders as he enjoyed the intensity of pleasure 
that came from her tight ass muscles pinching his burning shaft. But 
Fawn was delirious with impatience. She tilted her ass up to him, 
begged him in incoherent gasps and pleasure.

"Fuck me, man, fuck me! Unngghhhh! Oh Jesus it's good, good, so soooo 
good! What's the matter, can't you ... unh oh! can't you fuck me? Rape 
me! RAPE ME!" she shrieked, imploring him, egging him on, bucking her 
hips back into him, her whole twitching body washed with flashing heat 
as she felt the huge monster that was sunk in her.

And whether it was her words or the frantic undulations of her pelvis 
that whipped him into a frenzy, he suddenly began to give her what she 
wanted. He reared up behind her, pulling his prick out to the edge of 
her anus, grasping her thighs with his strong steady hands, and plunged 
it into her so brutally that she squealed with shock and joy, thrashing 
and squirming so wildly that the bonds on her wrists and ankles bit 
into her skin. Again he slammed his cruel, piercing, punishing cock 
into her, and again, and again!

Blood came from Fawn's lower lip where she bit it in the mad whooping 
gurgling intensity of her lust and joy. "Unh! Unh!" she grunted as his 
cock drove into her, rearing and surging into the spasming depths of 
her belly. His hard lower belly slammed and slapped into her jouncing, 
quivering buttocks as he hammered his ass-splitting prick deeply into 
her, and she thrusted back and up into him with her shuddering hips, 
taking the full piercing penetration of his brutal shaft, pinching it 
and wrenching it with her ass muscles, driving him crazier still.

Already she was coming, she felt the hot arrowing rockets of honeyfire 
squirting through her, but it was only the beginning, the first popping 
explosions of the holocaust she could sense was coming. "UNNHH! UNNHH! 
AAGGGHHNNNNIIIEEE!" she screeched. "UNNNNEEEE!"

But it wasn't enough for her, she needed more, and more! The more he 
tore into her, the more she shimmered and swelled and stiffened and 
erupted with hot blinding flashes of coming. And the more the pitch of 
her shattering orgasms grew, the more excited and brutal he became, 
which was just what she wanted! They fed each other's wild insatiable 
lusts, and he ripped and raped and skewered and pierced her 
unmercifully, slumping over her back and sliding his hands beneath her 
sweat-drenched squirming body to clutch her breasts, squeezing and 
mauling them cruelly with his clawing fingers, pinching her hot spiky 
nipples till they became nubs of unbearable fire.

His hard, heavy body crushing her from above, his savage hands mashed 
between her hot breasts and the sheet, squeezing them brutally, his 
fingers twisting and pinching her pain-screaming nipples till she was 
shrieking and cawing mindlessly with agony, she nevertheless swooped 
her ass up again and again to the pounding, hammering, relentless 
penetration of his amazingly stiff and tireless cock. She dug her 
elbows and her knees into the mattress and tilted her ass up to him, 
swirling it in small circles, twitching it back into his plunging tool, 
grunting as he slammed forward and crammed her asshole with it.

The bed shimmied and creaked and swayed like a ship in a hurricane as 
their wet straining flesh clapped together. Wheezing and groaning, her 
body taut as a stretched wire and burning everywhere with a torment of 
honeyfire, Fawn could not tell where the blazing, whooping rockets of 
her pain fled and melted into the stupendous red-and-purple manias of 
the violent killing paroxysms of her growing, expanding bombshell 
orgasms. She came and came, and still the fiery cluster of nerves in 
the clenching ring of her splitting rectum spurted with hotter and 
hotter flames.

Suddenly she felt his massive plunging penis grow even bigger inside of 
her. She felt it swell and elongate and grow harder still, harder than 
rock, harder than steel. She thought she had taken as much as she 
could, as much as anybody could, but now she had to take even more as 
he swarmed over her back, sinking his teeth savagely into the flesh of 
her shoulders, clawing her breasts with his hands, and lifting the 
lower part of her shuddering body off the bed completely with each 
brutal piercing lunge of his cock. Now instead of ploughing and probing 
her with it, however fiercely, he was drilling her, sinking the huge 
shaft so far into her ass that she feared he would actually tear her 
apart.

He bit her shoulder cruelly, and she screeched, throbbing and twisting 
and thrashing with nqw blinding bursts of coming. "AAGGIIIEEE! 
OOOOWWWCHH! OHHHH GOD! ANNGGGG! UNN! OH SHIT UNNHH!" she cried.

But even now, as she knew he was only a second away from coming, she 
felt the power of the climax that had been building in her. He roared 
and ripped into her, and she dissolved, her body flying to pieces in 
pulsing tornadoes of pulverizing spasms. They seized her and wrenched 
her, and bled and pummeled and stomped and squeezed every last crashing 
throbbing pulsation of pleasure out of her flesh. She was nothing but a 
shuddering, gagging mass of joy-burning flesh under him as she felt the 
long ass-murdering rocket of his prick explode deep within her, 
squirting hot strings of jism into her, the wild animalistic cries 
tearing themselves out of his throat as he crushed her beneath him and 
pumped his endless fiery gobs of seed deep into her ass.

Locked together in the immense holocaust of the fuckstorm they had 
created, they quivered and shuddered, and groaned and gasped, dying 
through the violent beauty of the incredible spasms that tore through 
them. Time was obliterated, and it seemed to Fawn that the huge, 
shattering bomb of their mutual orgasm kept on exploding forever. 
"Ohhhhh god, ohhhh god!" she moaned to herself, to him, to no one at 
all, "ohhhhh I've never felt anything ... anything like that!"

She heard him still puffing and gasping as he raised himself up off her 
and slid his still-stiff prick out of her wounded, flaming asshole. 
Again he caressed her lower back and the high creamy moons of her 
sweat-glistening buttocks with his rough hands. "Carol, Carol baby," he 
gasped, "you're the top. You're absolutely the top."

Fawn was in a state of collapsed exhaustion, lying face down on the 
sheet, her wrists and ankles now aching from the absurd bonds that 
still fastened them securely to the bed. His using the name 'Carol' to 
address her now shocked her back to her senses, made her realize the 
bizarre nature of the moment. She wouldn't have traded the experience 
for anything, the shattering, killing beauty and power of the orgasms 
she could never have imagined or dreamed of, but now she felt shame, 
now that it was over. She felt shame and guilt, and she also felt like 
laughing at the strange sickness of it, the absolute kinky weirdness, 
all of it brought home to her suddenly by the name 'Carol'. She was 
tied up, for Christ's sake! She glanced up her sweat-damp arms at the 
electrical cord that bit into her wrists, and she felt the bonds that 
secured her ankles. How horrifying! How stupid! How oddly funny! Let me 
out of here! she thought crazily to herself. Untie me, let me get up! 
Oh Jesus, did I actually let somebody do this to me?

"Untie me?" she whimpered, somehow still so confused that she couldn't 
demand it, but only request it. Her asshole burned and hurt, but the 
rest of her body still pulsed with the delicious sweet aftershocks of 
her tumultuous coming.

He lay down beside her, face to face, and stroked her back and kissed 
her forehead, her cheek. "Untie you?" he asked, bemused, mocking her.

She nodded. "Untie me."

He shook his head. "But we're not finished."

"Not finished?" She tried not to panic. "Look, you untie me! I asked 
you up here, and now I'm asking you to untie me. You did it to me 
beautifully, I mean it, but now I'm through. I don't want any more. 
Please. Please untie me."

But he merely grinned and paid no attention to her. He lit a cigarette 
and shared it with her. She kept begging him to free her. But he only 
shook his head and smiled, and from that moment on refused to speak. He 
showed her his massive penis, which had never gone entirely slack after 
he took it out of her asshole, but still remained half-stiff, pulsing, 
terrifyingly lovely and tireless. And when the cigarette was finished, 
he slid down her body and kissed and stroked the full globes of her 
buttocks again, then put his mouth on her cunt and gently, patiently 
tongue-fucked and clit-sucked her hot juice-burbling pussy until she 
was again coming in spite of herself. And by that time his amazing 
prick was ready again, as stiff and fierce as if it had not come for 
days, and he sank it into her cunt and fucked her slowly, with 
grinding, relentless determination for about twenty minutes, then 
stopped and smoked another cigarette with her, then went back to 
fucking her again.

Fawn realized that she deserved whatever she was getting, since she had 
initiated the whole business, and so she mastered her panic and found a 
horrible kind of joy in submitting and surrendering to him completely. 
He fucked her another half hour before he came again. Then they rested 
and dozed, and awoke, and he invited her to suck the massive rearing 
pole of his cock, which she did, having no choice. But before she could 
make him come with her mouth, he got behind her again and slipped his 
prick into her pussy, and this time he fucked her so long and 
skillfully, bringing her along with him each step of the way, that soon 
she was coming again too, coming with him, coming so beautifully and 
softly and sweetly and continuously that when it was over, when the 
evening was over, she wondered if she would ever be able to come again 
in her whole life. He had depleted her, he had coaxed or torn from her 
every sensation her body was capable of.

About two o'clock in the morning he untied her, still not speaking. 
Then he dressed and bent to kiss her, and whispered, "I'll leave my 
phone number on the coffee table. And thanks for the ride, Carol."



Chapter 8


Fawn's body felt flayed and hammered, torn and bruised, and it ached 
for days after the episode with the cab driver, whose name and phone 
number she had torn up immediately the same night, after he had left. 
But it wasn't as easy as feeling plundered and used and dirtied, 
because for one thing the aches and bruises and welts and teethmarks on 
her body were not only painful, they were also sweet reminders of the 
unbelievable, tortuous ecstasies she had gone through. For another 
thing, no matter how sore, raw, and brutalized her body felt, they were 
nothing compared to the welter of shame and guilt and self-scorn and 
even self-hatred she felt. She was now certain that the strange, 
uncontrollable, murky, insatiable desires of her body were something 
she had to fear as never before, because whenever she gave in to them--
as she had been doing more and more these days--they merely plunged her 
deeper into dark, twisted jungles of complicated shames.

After all, she knew she couldn't blame the cab driver for anything that 
had happened. She had more or less invited him to do whatever he wanted 
with her, and his only crime had been to take her at her word. She knew 
that somehow she had wanted him to administer to her a sexual 
punishment so harsh and severe that in the process of going down to the 
very bottom of her needs she would mysteriously scour them away so that 
they would not return to trouble her again. But all that had backfired. 
She had wanted him to rape her and ravage her and fuck her in the ass, 
the thing she had most feared, and being tied down while he did it, all 
to her had seemed at the time, though terrifying, somehow very much in 
harmony with her needs. But instead of being released and cleansed by 
the fearfully beautiful punishment she had sought, she had loved every 
minute of it, even the minutes she knew she ought to have hated. Even 
though her body ached and throbbed for days, even though her mind 
swirled and crackled with guilt and horrible shame, she knew she wanted 
it again. Right now! I'd do it right now, again! she thought.

She decided that the only solution was to give it up entirely, as 
alcoholics rigidly denied themselves even the first, smallest drink. 
Living without sex of any kind seemed unbearable, but she tried to get 
her bearings and stabilize the mad hungry swirl of her brain by 
recalling that she had never been this way until the day when she had 
first let her brother fuck her. That had been the start of it. Before 
doing it with Eric her needs had been normal, simple, easy to 
understand and fulfill. It was only since then that she had embarked on 
this frightening detour into shameful perversions, and seemingly 
unquenchable lusts.

The only way to stop that was simply to stop it, she told herself. And 
by that she meant stop it completely, entirely. She would have no sex 
at all, with anybody, and she would force herself not to think about 
it, and she would do everything possible to remove temptation from her 
path. She would stick to this plan as if it were a life or death 
matter--which she almost felt it was--until she began to feel some 
semblance of normality creeping back into the way she felt about it.

Having made this ironclad decision, and having convinced herself that 
there could be no escape from it, she found she was very glad that 
Kelley would be away for the week. By the time her roommate returned, 
all the marks and bruises on Fawn's body would have disappeared. It 
would also give her time to be alone and to adjust herself to the 
decision. If Kelley were there, Fawn knew, it would only be an added 
temptation. Fawn would want to fuck with her, and the desire would be 
almost impossible to withstand.

The only problem she had that week was with Jeff, whom she again had to 
keep at a distance, this time for different reasons. He kept phoning 
her, trying to coax out of her an explanation for her coldness, but she 
fended him off by telling him she was tired, or she had got her period, 
or she was going through a strange but temporary phase and wanted to be 
alone. He didn't like it, but he had recently grown accustomed to her 
moods and was less disgruntled than before.

Another minor problem arose from time to time, especially when she was 
lying alone in bed at night, when the urge to masturbate came over her. 
After all, she would then reason, bothered by the soft feathery 
tinglings in her body, it was such a small thing to make herself come. 
She could do it so easily, so quickly, if only she would let herself. 
It wasn't the same thing as the dangerously neurotic sex she was trying 
to avoid. It was just a healthy release, a way to make her feel better, 
a way to quench in advance the crazy desires that would afflict her all 
the next day if she let the pressure in her blood remain at that pitch. 
But she gritted her teeth and refused to give in. If her decision was 
to have any effect, it had to be total. She had to subjugate the wild 
lusts of her body completely to the force of her will. Otherwise she 
would be just like that alcoholic again, taking a first small drink and 
swearing it would stop there.

She got through the week pretty well. The real trouble began when 
Kelley arrived home from her week in the mountains. Somehow, for Fawn, 
it was like seeing a past lover again after a year's absence, a lover 
in whose arms she had spent so many sweet moments. As soon as Kelley 
got inside the door and set down her suitcases, Fawn was conscious of 
the desire to run over to her roommate and embrace her, and kiss her 
and stroke her, and take her to bed. The desire was so strong that she 
quickly made up an excuse to go to the store, and she left the 
apartment immediately and took a long exhausting walk, not returning 
for two hours.

But when she did get back it was no better, because Kelley was taking a 
bath, soaking luxuriously in the tub, and she had left the bathroom 
door open. "Fawn? Is that you?" she asked.

"Who do you think?" Fawn said. "The bogey man?" She went nowhere near 
the open bathroom door but instead busied herself in the kitchen, 
deciding that she would wash up the few dirty dishes. Anything to 
deceive herself that she was occupied.

"Come on in here," Kelley said. "I want to talk to you."

"I'm busy."

"Can't it wait? I want to tell you about this guy I went skiing with. 
What a creepo. I couldn't wait to get home."

"I can hear you," Fawn said. "Go ahead."

"I don't like shouting!" Kelley shouted. "Come in here for a minute. 
You don't have to be so nervous about it, you've seen my body before."

I know, I know! Fawn thought. Already Kelley's familiar voice and the 
occasional sounds of splashing water had brought images of her 
roommate's lovely pale naked body into her head. In her mind's eye she 
could see the bath water beading Kelley's white round shoulders and 
glistening on the swelling firm mounds of her uptilting breasts, 
sparkling on the wide deep red nipples. It made her thighs quiver and 
her cunt gush and itch. And that was only from remembering Kelley's 
body. Think of what it would be like to actually go into the bathroom 
and look down at the irresistible naked girl lying voluptuously in the 
water. Fawn couldn't allow herself to do it. "I know I have," she said. 
"But I'm busy, I really am. Go ahead, I can hear you."

Kelley didn't respond this time, but Fawn could hear the water 
splashing more noisily now in the tub. Then she heard the water being 
sucked down the drain, and heard Kelley's feet hit the floor as she got 
out of the bath. Quickly Fawn ran the kitchen sink full of soapy water 
and rapidly began washing the dishes, though there were only four or 
five.

But in less than three seconds she felt Kelley's presence, and she 
glanced over her shoulder to see her roommate standing in the kitchen 
doorway, wrapped only in a towel, her bare shoulders damp and flushed, 
her long curvy bare legs a breathtaking sight. Kelley was smirking 
skeptically. Quickly Fawn looked away, back into the sink.

"Goodness," Kelley mocked, "I've never known you to be so crazy about 
doing the dishes before." When Fawn didn't reply, Kelley came over to 
her and peered down into the sink. "Yes, dear," she continued with 
sarcasm, "be sure to get both of those cups clean. And that fork, don't 
forget that fork."

One of Kelley's round springy breasts nudged Fawn's forearm through the 
towel, and Fawn briefly shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to 
maintain control.

But Kelley saw her doing it, and that only incited her further. She 
pushed her breast harder into Fawn's arm, and bent her head close, 
breathing in Fawn's ear. "You don't know how I've been dying to get 
home so you could fuck me," she breathed. She rubbed her body into Fawn 
and the towel slipped.

Fawn felt her knees trembling, and she pulled away from Kelley, and the 
towel slipped further, then dropped to the floor completely, leaving 
Kelley totally naked. Fawn felt her own body seething and coursing with 
desire. It seemed like the hardest thing she had ever done in her life 
to turn her back on the beautiful naked girl. She shook her head, 
looking at the wall, trying to forget the long pale sweep of Kelley's 
silky midriff, the creamy outthrust breasts and succulent, swollen, 
plumlike nipples, the reddish hair of Kelley's thatch, still dewy with 
bathwater. She knew what the long puffy-lipped gash between Kelley's 
thighs looked like, how it tasted, how fiery red it grew, how wet and 
shiny and inflamed it became when she herself made love to it with her 
mouth, and it was impossible to blot out the image of it in her brain. 
Oh god, oh god, you're making it so hard on me, Kelley baby! Fawn 
moaned to herself. You know how I want you! Please don't make it so 
hard!

Kelley reached out and touched the back of Fawn's shoulder, massaging 
her with one hand. "Fawn, what's the matter?" she asked softly. "Did 
something happen while I was gone?"

"I ... can't talk about it," Fawn murmured.

Kelley moved up behind her, pressing her body against Fawn so that Fawn 
could feel the girl's full breasts squashing into her back through the 
cloth of her own blouse. Kelley grasped one of Fawn's hands and drew it 
back into the moist patch of her pubic hair, gyrating her hips and 
thrusting them upward so that her venus mound pushed into Fawn's palm. 
At the same time she kissed the nape of Fawn's neck, and licked it with 
her warm sensual tongue. "I don't know what happened," she whispered, 
"but I know how to make it better." She slid her free hand down to the 
hem of Fawn's short skirt and drew it up the inside of her thigh to 
Fawn's wet crotch, pushing one long finger against Fawn's silk panties 
until the damp cloth sank into the tingling, juicing groove of Fawn's 
cunt. Kelley drew the finger back and forth until Fawn shuddered and 
gasped, and clasped her thighs tight on the invading hand. "You're so 
wet," Kelley whispered, pushing her breasts into Fawn's back. "So wet. 
Don't you want me to put my tongue where my finger is?"

"Kelley, please. You'll have to understand, I just can't." But she was 
very close to giving in. The damp silky filaments of Kelley's crotch 
hair against her fingers aroused her terrifically, and Kelley's warm 
wet lips on the back of her neck and Kelley's finger pressing up into 
her cunt and sawing, sawing between her squinchy, buttery vulva through 
the thin panties nearly drove her crazy with desire. Gently but firmly, 
she disengaged herself from her roommate, and turned, and pecked Kelley 
with an old-maidish kiss on the cheek. Her body trembled and boiled and 
seethed, but she overpowered her needs, her half-yielding sexual 
giddiness. "I ... just can't, baby. You'll have to understand," she 
said, hoping Kelley wouldn't push it any further.

But Kelley's eyes were glazed, her breath rapid. She was naked, and she 
knew that gave her an advantage, she knew her body was desirable, 
delectable, irresistible, she knew how Fawn had craved it in the past. 
She skimmed her hands up and down her tapering ribs, her swelling hips, 
and raised them to her full breasts, lifting the round globes, 
squeezing them ever so gently, making the long thick nipples flare. 
"The guy I went skiing with didn't know how to fuck me good," she 
whispered, her face suffused with solemn sex heat. As she spoke, she 
kept rubbing her body with her hands. "He didn't know how to make me 
feel the way you make me feel. Half the time he couldn't even get it up 
unless I sucked his dong for about an hour." She slid her hands between 
her thighs, digging her fingers into the creamy satin flesh, rolling 
her eyes up behind her lids and gasping. "Then, when he was ready, he 
just stuck it in me and popped. Then he got up and put on his skiis. 
Ohhhhhh," she sighed, her tantalizing naked breasts quivering as her 
body shook with small tremors brought on by the things she was doing to 
herself with her own hands.

Fawn was unable to take her eyes from Kelley's trembling body. The 
desire and the temptation she felt were unbelievable. It seemed to her 
that she wanted the girl more than she had ever wanted anything, though 
she knew that wasn't true. She knew she had wanted Eric, Danika, the 
cab driver, even Jeff, like this in the past months. But at this 
moment, it was only Kelley she wanted, and the passion was so strong 
that her hungry wet cunt was popping and burbling with the juice of it, 
and she caught her body yearning, leaning forward toward her roommate, 
felt her mouth watering for Kelley's glossy, swollen red nipples.

Worst of all, part of her felt the danger of Kelley's words, the same 
old thing she had heard before. With this talk about the guy who didn't 
fuck her good, Kelley reminded her of Danika. "Ohhh ..." she gasped, 
trying to maintain control, "Oh! well, I guess you should have thought 
of that before you went with him." Fawn laughed lightly, falsely.

"You know what I want?" Kelley asked coyly, smiling with a sweet 
kittenish appeal, still rubbing her body passionately, circling each of 
her puffy red nipples with her forefingers and enjoying Fawn's 
helplessly thirsty eyes on them. "I want you to stick that vibrator you 
have into my ass while you're eating my cunt at the same time." Even 
Kelley blushed as she said it aloud. "Ohhhhh, oh god, doesn't that 
sound divine? Oh baby, oh Fawn, I want it, I want it so bad! I want it 
with you ..."

Stifling an uncontrollable sob, Fawn raised her fist to her mouth and 
shook her head violently, then broke from the kitchen and ran quickly 
to her room, shutting the door behind her. It just gets worse and 
worse! she howled to herself. What am I going to do? She knew that by 
'worse and worse' she also meant 'better and better.' Kelley's words 
inflamed her. She lay on her bed and cried and whimpered in confusion, 
but her body coursed with heat, her panties prickled against the wet 
raw blossom of her open, burbling pussy, and her sensitive nipples 
throbbed and sprang erect, rubbed by the cloth of her thin shirt.

For a long time she lay crying and thinking on her bed, forcing herself 
to be strong. Kelley did not bother her, did not knock on her closed 
door, did not speak to her. Somehow the evening passed, and Fawn 
undressed and went to bed, hoping that sleep would release her from 
this horrible torment of desire and temptation. But some time during 
the night while still asleep she began to squirm and moan, dreaming of 
hands all over her body, millions of hands, and wet sucking mouths, 
mouths everywhere on her. She felt like a hot quivering wire tautly 
stretched, jangling and singing with urgent feathery flashes of lovely 
lust, her body yielding and opening everywhere, her flesh bathed in 
sweet swooping honeyfires of pleasure. Moaning and twisting under the 
sheets, she awoke into a drowsy trance, suspecting that she had been 
masturbating in her sleep, awoke to the feel of hands on her thighs, 
and soft lips on the warm skin of her flat belly. She didn't know how 
that could be happening if she were truly awake now, but the blissful 
sensations were so beautiful that for a few seconds she simply 
surrendered to them.

But then she heard her own soft mewling moans being answered, and felt 
the bed sway and creak as it never did with merely the pressure of her 
own body on it, and suddenly she felt a stiff prick graze her naked 
thigh--and she opened her eyes with shock. Oh god! Oh god! she thought, 
whooping inwardly with fear and delight. Both Jeff and Kelley were in 
the bed with her, both of them naked, swarming over her supine, 
writhing body, kissing and stroking her with slow, soft, aching 
tenderness. "Ohhnnnnn!" she moaned, "ohhhnnnn what are you doing? 
Kelley, Jeff! Oh, what are you doing here, aannnhhh! Oh yes, oh god, 
please, it feels so good!"

"Baby, baby ..." Kelley crooned to her, scooping up one of Fawn's hot 
breasts with two hands and stabbing the thick nipple with her strong 
abrasive tongue.

"Jeff, ohhhh Je ..." she tried to speak, gasping, panting from the 
surprise and the lovely sweetness of their caresses, but Jeff's lips 
covered her own, and she felt his hard masculine body pushing against 
her from one side, his stiff twitching cock pressing into her hip, and 
she gave her mouth up to his loving kiss, slithering her hand down 
between their bodies and grasping his hot surging prick and giving it a 
squeeze.

"Unnnnn ... unnnnunnnn," Kelley groaned passionately, slurping both 
Fawn's breasts and nipples with her tongue, kneading the throbbing 
flesh with her fingers.

In a quick flash of acceptance, Fawn realized that there was no sense 
in fighting it now, she was so close, she craved it so much. She didn't 
know how they had both got into her bed without her knowing it, or why 
Jeff was there, naked, swarming over her, but there was no sense in 
resisting, resistance would do no good--and besides, she didn't want to 
resist at all! I need it, I need it! she hummed over and over to 
herself. "Ohhhhnnn god, I need it! Fuck me, please fuck me! Do 
everything to me, everything!" Just saying the words aloud seemed to 
act as some kind of magical release for her, for now all her resistance 
vanished, and she gave in completely to the pulsing, seething demands 
of her body. The sensations that fluttered through her palpitating 
flesh were so sweet and intense that she forgot why she had ever wanted 
to deny them to herself. She writhed and twisted and shimmied her 
vibrant, shuddering body beneath their stroking, grasping hands and 
voracious, sucking lips. Jeff's strong hands spread her quaking thighs 
and he nestled between them and lodged the bulbous swollen head of his 
cock in the warm tingling groove of her wet cunt-lips. Kelley kissed 
her lips and her neck, her shoulders, her throat, her upper arms, her 
breasts, sucking and nearly swallowing her aching nipples with thirsty 
passion, while Jeff gently rode into her slick greasy juice pit with 
his long probing prick, sinking it slowly into her until she was 
crammed and filled and joyously gagging with delight.

What had seemed so unnatural to her at first was now completely 
natural, there could be nothing more beautiful and effortless than 
this, simply yielding to them both, two good lovers who wanted her, who 
wanted to do everything to her. All she had to do was let them, and she 
did, whimpering, mewling with pleasure as Jeff fucked gently in and out 
of her flowing, creaming trench, and Kelley made love to her throbbing, 
bursting breasts. She was so horny and teeming with hot pressures that 
she began erupting almost immediately, dazzled with hot spasms each 
time she felt the gristly stalk of Jeff's plunging prick scrape along 
the fiery distended berry of her singing, screaming clit. She twisted 
and moaned under them, feeling the lovely hot orgasms burst and roll 
and swoop through her, feeling her body melt and stream with 
unbelievable long groaning spasms of pleasure.

The hot spurting joys in her body grew fiercer and fiercer, and she 
bucked with her jerking hips, throwing one arm around Kelley's neck, 
the other around Jeff's, striving up into their bodies, whimpering 
wildly with pleasure and pushing her breasts up into Kelley's mouth, 
her runny come-exploding cunt up into Jeff's surging, pumping cock. 
"UNH! UNH! UNH! AOOWWWNNNGGGH! UNH! UNH!" she grunted and wheezed with 
mad delight, simply shattered and wrenched into a hot throbbing jelly 
of smoldering spasming flesh as the peak of her climax crashed through 
her.

Vaguely she realized that the doorbell was ringing insistently as she 
wept and thrashed through this blindingly fierce hurricane of an 
orgasm, but everything was blotted out by the shrieking of her happy 
nerves, and the jolts of lightning that squirted through her sloshy, 
clasping pussy. She felt the bed bounce as Kelley cursed and slipped 
away from her and Jeff. But Jeff had not come yet, and he kept fucking 
her steadily, firmly, tenderly, his prick sliding in and out as he bled 
every last paroxysm of joy from her jangling clit.

Limp and temporarily exhausted, but not wanting him to stop, Fawn 
blinked and gazed up into his face, smiling dreamily, gasping softly 
each time his slow relentless prick dug into the depths of her still-
simmering cunt. "How did you get here?" she whispered, smiling, slowly 
rolling her hips under his thrust to intensify his pleasure.

Jeff smiled back, and gasped. "I drove," he murmured. His strong hands 
dug into the flesh of her hips, and he lunged forward, sinking his 
stiff prick deep into her, mock-growling, "Like this!"

"Unh!" she gasped. She felt deliciously crammed full of the thick jerky 
shaft.

"And this!" he repeated, grinning, ramming her with it again.

"Unh! Unh! Ohhh, it's wonderful!" she moaned. She snatched his face 
with her hands and kissed his mouth as he fucked in and out of her, 
totally ignoring Kelley's absence, enjoying this moment of soft 
intimacy with Jeff. "You're going to make me come again unh! unh! if 
you keep unh! ahhhnnn! if you keep that up. And you haven't even come 
yet yourself, baby."

"I will," he panted.

"I didn't mean how did you get here," she whispered. "I meant why are 
you here?"

"I decided I had to talk to you in person."

Fawn smiled and bit his lower lip gently. "Like this? Ohhn! Oh god 
yesssss, do it to me like that! Unh!"

Jeff fucked her slowly, relentlessly, speaking in half-whispers between 
his gasps and thrusts. "Kelley said you were in a funny mood. She said 
she thought you were horny. She said she thought we ought to surprise 
you like this, and fuck you and make you feel better. At first I 
thought she was crazy. Then I thought, Why not?"

"Ummmmm, I'm glad that you did," Fawn murmured, twisting her body 
beneath him, feeling it crawl again and reawaken tremors and twinges of 
hot feathery lust. She knew she could come again within seconds, if she 
wanted to, and she was so enraptured and entranced by the delightful 
feel of his thick, driving, probing penis filling her mushy slit that 
she forgot everything else, and she wanted him to come, too, she wanted 
to feel the hot powerful shuddering of his body as the rocketing, 
squirting fireballs of his seed gushed into her. She tossed and 
squirmed under him, whimpering, clenching her teeth and hissing with 
pleasure, clawing his bare shoulders with her nails. She pinched his 
surging prick with her cunt muscles and heard him gasp, but ... 
suddenly she felt the bed dip, and Kelley was pressing against them 
again, whispering excitedly.

"We have visitors!" Kelley whispered, kissing Fawn's ear, grasping both 
Fawn and Jeff with her urgent hands as Jeff rammed his cock deep into 
Fawn's clenching pussy and brought gurgling sounds of passion from her 
tight throat.

"Ohhhh! Ohhhhh!" Fawn moaned, giddy with joy. Still, her eyelids 
fluttered open briefly, she turned her head to see what Kelley was 
talking about, and there beside the bed, gazing down at their three 
tangled, striving bodies, were Eric and Danika. Oh god, oh god! Fawn 
thought, unable to do anything but yield to the singing, passion-
whooping, fuckstorm pleasures that sped through her quivering body. Oh 
god! It just gets worse and worse! And better and better!

Eric stared down at them as if he were stuck to one spot, for the 
moment paralyzed with fascination, but Danika, her dark eyes glazed and 
glittering with fires, was already undressing. Fawn caught her sister-
in-law's eye and licked her lips in invitation. As long as we're this 
far, she thought, her body reeling and pulsing each time Jeff dug his 
raging cock into her, we might as well go all the way, we might as well 
do the whole thing! Whatever it is! Whatever it turns out to be! Ohhh, 
fuck me, fuck me! Let it go on forever, let me fuck all of you, we'll 
do it all night!

Jeff became aware of the intruders, and he glanced briefly up at them, 
but the closeness of his orgasm plus the fierce consuming intensity of 
his need to fuck Fawn through to the end of it blotted out everything 
for him but his urgent passion. He crammed her with his prick until she 
yelped with joy, and writhed and tossed and threw her creaming cunt up 
into his hammering thrusts.

The two of them were so close that nothing could interfere with the 
ballooning surge of their approaching climax. Fawn was almost blinded 
by the hot fury of it. Jeff seized her savagely, clasping her pliant, 
sweaty, come-flashing body tightly to him, and pumped into her in wild 
jerky plunges, and she squealed and groaned, blasted with sharp 
beautiful spasms. "Annngghhiieee!" she yelled, wheezing and coming 
through brilliant sunbursts of pulverizing lust bombs.

And Jeff grunted and moaned crazily, splitting her with the bursting, 
exploding pipe of his down-drilling cock. "Unngh!" he groaned, 
shuddering and squirting gobs of liquid fire into her depths, pumping 
and pumping, sluicing her with jism, and wracking her joyful shimmering 
body with the hard muscular surge of his blistering passion.

Exhausted, they slumped together, kissing and throbbing through winces 
of sweet aftershock.

Meanwhile, Kelley had rolled away from them, and now she was sitting on 
the edge of the bed, her feverish fingers quickly unzipping Eric's fly, 
tearing at his belt buckle. Eric took his eyes from Fawn and Jeff, and 
he glanced down at Kelley. He still seemed faintly mesmerized by all 
that was going on, but a grin spread over his mouth as Kelley got his 
pants open and pulled them down to his ankles. Danika now was 
completely naked, and since she was, as usual, totally unable to 
control her desires for very long, she crawled onto the bed behind 
Kelley and embraced her from behind, pushing her lovely firm naked 
breasts into Kelley's bare back, locking her legs around Kelley's hips, 
encircling the girl from behind with her arms and grasping Kelley's 
breasts in both hands. Kelley trembled and whimpered softly as she felt 
Danika coiling around her, and felt Danika's sharp little teeth nipping 
the back of her neck, but she pulled Eric's briefs down his thighs too, 
her face suddenly startled and dreamy with awe as his huge half-swollen 
penis plopped out into view.

Shaking her head as if unable to believe her eyes, she cradled his 
still half-limp cock on one palm like some sacred object, and bent to 
kiss it with her lips as it grew, and pulsed, and jerked more and more 
erect, stiffening and swelling, filling with hot blood, its large 
bulbous head growing purplish and shiny as finally it jumped up 
straight, flying out of her hand and standing like a fierce thundering 
pole of hungry meat against his hard flat belly. "Oh, I've never seen 
anything like it!" Kelley gasped. "Oh, it's beautiful, it's huge!" She 
clasped the stiff fiery shaft in both hands and peppered the bulging 
head of his jumping cock with fervid, thirsty kisses. Eric winced with 
delight and put his hands in her shiny red hair and grasped her head, 
moving closer, pushing his hard prick against her eager lips. "Oh, it's 
so big!" Kelley gasped, her wet tongue swirling out and stroking the 
livid thumping pole feverishly. "I've never seen one so big, never!"

Meanwhile, Danika's rapid hands were all over Kelley's body, squeezing 
and clasping and stroking her warm silky flesh, dipping to her crotch 
and finding the dripping folds of her wet open pussy. Kelley sucked the 
head of Eric's gigantic cock into her mouth and dove on it crazily, 
squeezing and pumping the fat bulging stalk of flesh with her hands. 
She moaned and hissed deliriously as Danika's fingers slid up into her 
flowing cunt.

Fawn and Jeff watched entranced. Fawn knew exactly how Kelley felt, the 
wild whoop of crazy anticipation and joy she felt at discovering for 
the first time this massive thundering fucktool of Eric's. She recalled 
that she herself had been raped in the ass by one even bigger than this 
one only a week ago, but that didn't detract from her fascination as 
she watched Kelley slurping the gargantuan stiff member, bathing it in 
warm spittle and sucking the pulsing, ballooning head of it deep into 
her throat. And Eric obliged Kelley by stuffing her mouth with it, 
pushing down on her bobbing head with his strong hands and fucking up 
vigorously into her throat.

Fawn and Jeff scooted to the side of the bed as the tempest of fuck 
hunger that was engulfing the other three grew more urgent, more heated 
and violent. Danika tugged Kelley's trembling body back onto the 
mattress, moaning and cooing with lust as her mouth found Kelley's big 
pointed red nipples and devoured them. Kelley was forced to release 
Eric's throbbing, twitching wet cock from her mouth as she tumbled and 
squirmed backwards onto the mattress. But her creamy white thighs 
splayed apart, and she gazed passionately at his fierce cock, begging 
with him, pleading. "Ohhh, stick it in me, pleeease, pleeease put it in 
meeeee, shove it in meeeee!"

Eric quickly shed the rest of his clothes and crawled onto the bed. 
Slipping an arm beneath each of Kelley's knees, he locked her long legs 
in his arms and swooped them upward, pinning her thighs back against 
her shoulders and completely baring the long wet seam of her crotch. He 
leaned over her that way, his red twitching cock bobbing only inches 
from the slick open blossom of her runny red cunt, and smiled, and put 
his fingers on her tight nipples, pulling and softly pinching them. 
Danika had squirmed out of the way too, but instead of leaving Kelley 
she slithered down the girl's body to her thighs, to her ass, kneading 
Kelley's uptilted taut buttocks with her hands, kissing Kelley's ass 
everywhere and rubbing the knuckle of her forefinger against Kelley's 
tight pinched-shut rectum. Kelley stared up into Eric's lust-torn face, 
her eyes wide and shiny, half with terror, half with crackling 
excitement, and she gasped and whimpered, "Ohhhh, it'll hurt me this 
way, you're going to hurt me, it's too big! Oh please, oh please ... 
unnnnn!" She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt him lower 
his hips and place the flaring head of his long thick prick in the 
puffy, wet, inflamed outer lips of her cunt. Her body tensed, she 
stopped breathing, then cried out. "AAGGNNNNHHIEEEE!" she howled. Eric 
had unleashed the full force of his strength and driven his massive 
cock down to the very bottom of her spasming channel in one violent 
forward plunge.

Kelley gagged and shivered, and Fawn could see the whites of her eyes 
beneath the feverish fluttering of her eyelids. Fawn could almost feel 
the fiery, stabbing, piercing tip of the immense steelhard penis 
digging unbelievably deep up into her own belly, and she whimpered in 
sympathy and envy as she saw Eric pull it halfway out and slam it home 
again, bringing new shrieks and squeals of insane delight from Kelley's 
cawing throat.

Pinning her knees back against her shoulders and bending her body 
double, Eric rode Kelley's ass up off the bed and pumped sharp rapid 
jabs of raging prick into her, and she wriggled the smooth taut moons 
of her buttocks and squealed and bucked up into his thrust. Danika 
managed to slip her hand between Eric's heavy, dangling balls and 
Kelley's ass, and she inserted her finger into Kelley's rectum. Kelley 
whooped and coughed with surprise. "Ohh! Ooooonnnhh!"

The sounds Kelley made in her sweet torment seemed to whip Danika's 
lust to a higher pitch, and she swarmed against the jouncing, 
thrashing, whinnying pair, sinking her teeth into the flesh of Kelley's 
white flexing thigh, stabbing her finger in and out of Kelley's 
asshole, finding her way with the other hand through twisted legs and 
arms to Kelley's breasts and finger-raping the girl's stiff flaring 
nipples.

And Fawn knew exactly what had aroused Danika so much, for the sight 
and the sounds of the blistering, yowling, squirming fuckstorm that had 
engulfed Eric and Kelley had worked the same magic on her. She felt her 
body pulsing and shivering with excitement, felt the sparks of 
reawakened desire speeding through her hot blood, felt her cunt 
moistening, gushing, flooding, itching like crazy. She and Jeff still 
lay tangled together on the side of the bed, watching the crackling, 
steaming, sizzling lust of the other three, and Fawn felt Jeff's limp 
penis swelling against her thigh, rising and jumping again, and she 
knew he was feeling the same way she was. She glanced at him and saw 
that he was staring chiefly at Danika as she swarmed with savage 
passion over whatever parts of Kelley's thrashing body she could reach 
with her hands and mouth, raping Kelley's anus with her long finger, 
and biting the girl's uptilted squirmy buttocks with her sharp teeth, 
humming and moaning wildly.

Fawn realized that Jeff had never seen Danika before, and as she looked 
at her sister-in-law's urgent, groping, twisting naked body, she knew 
exactly what he wanted. Even to her Danika's body seemed more beautiful 
than ever, a breathtaking thing, and she even wanted the girl herself. 
The blood beat in her throat, and she whispered hoarsely to Jeff, "Go 
ahead, go ahead and fuck her, she'll love it."

Jeff turned his face to look at Fawn, as if to ask if it was all right 
with her, but Fawn could see in his glazed eyes that whatever she 
answered wouldn't make any difference. Anyway, she had already 
answered. She could feel his thick jumping hot cock leaping against the 
damp flesh of her thigh, and she could see the thick, puffy, wet, 
swollen lips of Danika's ripe pussy like a large blooming red flower 
between her thighs where she crouched on her knees on the mattress, 
grasping and chewing and sucking every part of Kelley's sweet 
vulnerable body she could find.

She nodded at Jeff. "Go ahead, hurry!"

Jeff crawled over behind Danika, his stiff swollen prick bobbing and 
twitching. He grabbed her hips from behind, and she glanced briefly 
back over her shoulder and saw him. She shut her eyes and moaned. 
"Ohhnnnn yessss! Yesss fuck me, please, do it! DO IT! ANNGGHH! 
OOOOOHHNN!"

Danika swooned and trembled and squealed with delight as Jeff hurled 
himself forward and planted his cock deep in her squinchy cunt from the 
rear, steadying her hips and pulling her groin down into his 
upthrusting lunge. She moaned and wheezed and fell away from Kelley and 
Eric, burying her face in the sheet, her body crouched and clenching 
and shuddering as he drove into her again and again.

Watching the four of them fucking nearly drove Fawn crazy with hot 
incredible desire. She wanted to join them, but she didn't know 
precisely how. Suddenly she recalled the vibrator in the drawer, the 
one Kelley had begged her to use on her. She hopped off the bed and 
quickly got it, then ran quickly back to the bed, not knowing what to 
do with it, but knowing she had to think of something. She was 
positively dying with fuck-hunger. She wanted to fuck all four of them, 
and be fucked back by them, and without thinking she simply plunged 
into the middle of their wriggling, whimpering bodies.

Almost immediately, before Fawn could do anything but luxuriate in the 
hot witchy odors and the crazy wailing sounds of this sexual tempest, 
she heard Kelley coming. Eric drilled the poor girl's cunt so viciously 
that she was simply shattered by the mad explosion of her climax, which 
ripped and tore through her wincing, screaming body like a thousand 
bolts of hot lightning. "AAIIIEEEEEENNNNGGGG!" she wailed, wracked with 
joyful spasms that threatened to squeeze the very life out of her fuck-
flayed, doubled-up body. Fawn shuddered and moaned with sharply 
physical envy and sympathy for her roommate, but at the same time she 
somehow knew that Eric was not coming along with Kelley. For whatever 
reason, probably because he wanted to go on and on, Eric had not 
surrendered his seed. And her awareness of this made Fawn tremble and 
quiver with even more hot feverish urgency than before. Oh god, make it 
go on and on, all night, forever! she moaned to herself. Yessss! 
Yessss! Worse and worse, and better and better! Fuck me, Eric, fuck me 
now!

And she knew that was what he had in mind, for he pulled his wet prick 
out of Kelley's tortured, still-spasming pussy, and he grabbed Fawn and 
flung her down on her back. Fawn thought she was finally going insane, 
she was now going absolutely crazy for all time under the influence of 
the horrible, uncontrollable, nymphomaniacal lust she felt to have 
everyone on the bed fuck her at once, plunder her and ravish her and 
make her die with a thousand jolts and shocks and murderous spasms of 
sweet coming. She glared up into her brother's tender but still lust-
maddened eyes, and begged him huskily, hoarsely. "Fuck me, big 
brother," she said, "fuck me, big brother, fuck me till I melt, fuck me 
till I explode, yesssss, fuck me, Eric ... oh! oh! OOOHHHHHHH!"

He put his hands on her breasts, scooping them up to his lips as he 
bent down over her, and at the same moment he lodged the fierce head of 
his phenomenally long cock in her gushing slit. He sucked her flaming 
nipples and slid his prick into her, deeply into her, and she knew she 
was back where it had all started, back with her brother's lovely huge 
prick sunk in her hottest, hungriest depths, moaning and writhing with 
helpless feathery joys, so completely hypnotized with sweet agonizing 
delights that her awareness of everything else around her simply melted 
away, and she was conscious of nothing but the massive pole of flesh 
cramming her cunt to the heavenly splitting point.

Fawn was so oblivious that she merely went limp and surrendered to 
Eric's hard thrusting body, whimpering and mewling incoherently, 
dropping the vibrator out of her slack hand, ignoring the rising 
crescendo of fucking that Jeff was giving Danika next to her. Fawn felt 
and heard and saw nothing, nothing but the blazing fuck she was getting 
from her brother, and when she finally noticed that even more was 
happening to her, she only yielded to that too. Do anything to me! 
Anything, anything!

Eric had rolled her onto her side as he fucked furiously into her, and 
she suddenly felt Kelley's hands kneading and parting her clenching 
asscheeks, and felt the cold plastic nub of the vibrator's tip nudging 
the crack of her ass, felt it jabbing her asshole, felt it enter her! 
She groaned and wailed and whinnied loudly, screeching as it slid up 
into her ass inch by inch, and coughing and gagging with fear and shock 
as Kelley switched it on, and it began to buzz like crazy deep in her 
anus. Immediately she was torn apart by ripping, screaming jolts of the 
wildest orgasm she had ever felt. "UUNNNGGGH! OH! OH! 
AAAANNGGRRRIIEEEE!" she howled, feeling her body fly apart and melt 
back together, only to be ripped and sundered again as it was blasted 
by sharp paroxysms of joy.

And somehow she still know that it was only the beginning. Still Eric 
had refused to unleash his own hot rockets of jism, still he plunged 
and lunged into her, and reamed her out with his immense, violent 
prick. Still Kelley feverishly jammed the insanely buzzing vibrator 
deep into her ass. And now somehow all five of their bodies were 
coiling and writhing and striving together. Jeff was still fiercely 
fucking Danika from the rear, but Danika had squirmed around so that 
she could get her face into Kelley's streaming juice-pit, and she was 
sucking Kelley's cunt wantonly, like a woman dying of thirst, while 
Kelley passionately kissed Fawn's quivering ass and crammed her ass 
with the fiendish machine.

All of their straining, gasping, shuddering bodies were yoked together, 
all of them pulsing and moaning and pumping and sucking furiously, and 
when they began to come it was like a chain of bombs, each link 
igniting the fuse of the next one. Fawn coughed and erupted with 
shattering, spurting orgasms again and again, and she felt Eric squirt 
into her, felt Danika tremble and screech as her climax tore its way 
through her exploding cunt. Jeff came with a savage roar, and Kelley 
moaned and sobbed through spasm after spasm. And Fawn throbbed and 
whimpered and felt the joy coursing through her body and everyone 
else's body, and she wondered what had become of all that proud 
willpower she had been so intent on maintaining. She still couldn't 
help feeling that what they were doing was perfectly horrible, and yet 
her body told her it was the most beautiful thing she had ever done in 
her life. How would she ever get it straight? Was it even possible? Oh 
god, she thought, I don't know, I don't even care! Right now I only 
want this to go on and on! She clamped Eric's still-hard cock with her 
passionate cunt muscles and heard his happy sigh, and felt the warm 
tinglings spread throughout her own half-satisfied but still-hungry 
body.

And she thought, There's always tomorrow. Tomorrow, and then another 
tomorrow. Plenty of time to worry about it then. But right now I don't 
care about tomorrow. I just want more! More! More!


The End
