'Tween Sister's Hot Thighs by Ray Mills


Chapter 1


Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school 
class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself 
was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would 
come over while Staci was gone.

Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax 
him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table, 
anywhere to break up the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was 
out of town at a business conference. All in all it was just as well 
with Fawn. She liked being alone once in a while and had little 
opportunity for it.

She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now. And even 
though she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex 
was still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new 
places to do it, she couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about 
the whole thing.

Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity 
into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really 
don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace 
and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair. And maybe 
sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.

As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her 
bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she 
went into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for 
the tub to fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and 
placed a shower hat over it.

When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down 
at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was 
that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body 
closely. At other times Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was 
locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow 
wrong or even filthy to touch her own nipples or run a tender, tickling 
finger along the moist folds of her cunt. She was afraid she might 
shudder or moan softly, and Staci would overhear her. Not that she ever 
masturbated any more, of course. No need for that what with Jeff 
fucking her ears off four or five times a week.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked 
body in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries 
that made men, all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff, 
for instance, groan and twitch with lust from the moment he touched her 
naked flesh until he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.

While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and 
stood with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the 
bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At 
twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.

Her skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast 
between tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept 
her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra 
protected it from the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy, 
marvelously white and tempting.

Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep 
of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes 
thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She 
had large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones 
that swelled out from her tits.

She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. The full 
perky curve of her taut ass was amazing. Her firm round tits were just 
the right size, her large nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand 
lightly down the silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger 
playfully into the deep puckered cup of her navel.

Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. One 
side of the hand mirror gave back a magnified reflection, and she 
slipped this side between her spread thighs. Fascinated, she gazed down 
at the huge pink-lipped slash of her own pussy.

The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only half-
blossomed at this point. They revealed only hints of the fiery-red wet 
inner slit they protected. The small heavenly button of her clit was 
half-hidden up under its pinkish hood.

Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting 
them farther. She inserted the finger all the way into the warm greasy 
depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last 
knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated the finger, and 
with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching 
it in the mirror. The magnification made her cunt look huge, red and 
wet, and her fingers enormous, probing it. She shut her eyes, 
whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at 
the sight.

Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two 
fingers fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly, her breath 
came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-
mirror in place.

Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in 
her flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering uncontrollably. In the 
door mirror she noticed her glazed eyes. Her long nipples were tight 
and erect.

Oh God, I think I'll do it! she said to herself. I think I will, I'm 
going to do it!

"Ahhhhhhh ... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.

Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. She was so involved 
with the decision she had made, to bring herself off, to make herself 
come right there, that at first she didn't notice the water on the 
floor.

But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. She was shocked out of the 
trembling hot sexuality that gripped her. Then the water poured over 
the mirror itself. Fawn gasped, and turned her head. Water was spilling 
rapidly over the edge of the tub.

"Oh shit--!" she cried out. "Goddamn it! Shit!"

Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, then yanked up 
the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was 
submerged in water.

Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with tears at her own 
foolishness, she snatched towels from every available rack and began 
mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying 
tub, then sopped up more water. She was so angry and busy at the task 
that at first she failed to hear the doorbell.

Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew 
angrier. "Goddamn it!" she shrieked.

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

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

Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation. 
But the look on his face told her that he felt even more down than she 
did at the moment.

"Only me," he said, glumly. "Can I come in?"

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

But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into 
the living room, nervous, jumpy.

"Have you got anything to drink around here?" he asked.

"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine."

Fawn pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back 
over her shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got 
to her bath.

"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.

"What's the matter, Eric?"

With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-
empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured 
him a drink from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey 
thirstily.


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

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

Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to 
her. Fawn refilled it with the pale golden liquor.

"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to 
get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending 
toughness to mask his misery.

"I don't want you to get drunk at all."

But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her 
own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join 
him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about 
everything for a little while. To help him forget.

She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do 
this. And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she 
had suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from 
the beginning that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would 
never be happy with only one man.

Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural 
eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual 
allure that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For 
her small size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From 
the start Fawn had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.

Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time 
for Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I 
told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. 
And it would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.

"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of 
party is this with only one drunk?"

Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."

She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then 
clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into 
the living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the 
easy chairs.

Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn 
listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right 
moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she 
began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than 
satin, because it was so slippery.

It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees. 
But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it 
loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part 
of the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, 
revealing more and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.

Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of 
the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped 
softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her 
inner thighs as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making 
an excuse to get up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and 
tingly that she really couldn't decide.

In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time 
remarkably relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's 
betrayal that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a 
while, as he droned on about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't 
hear him any more.

Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and 
fell into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her 
warm sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too 
warm. She drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's 
droning voice had stopped.

Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was 
staring at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower, 
and she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come 
completely undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming.

The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to 
the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair. Flushing with 
embarrassment, Fawn pulled the robe shut.

"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.

"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the 
robe over her body.

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

"Please don't."

"Eric, I'm your sister!"

Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He 
grinned at her.

"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a 
minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your 
bikini top."

It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster, 
when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost 
her mini bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and 
splashing, looking everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously, 
had jumped into the pool and scooped it up before she could reach it.

He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool, 
her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still 
recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the 
angles of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before 
taking back the bra, feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her 
arms to her sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her 
brother's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.

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

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

"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.

Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and 
prickly. Her mind whirled confusingly. She felt so close to something 
dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she 
figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen 
again.

They were both a little drunk, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than 
she had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of 
her robe, then stood up.

"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't 
you?"

"No," Eric said.

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

"Of what?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.

"You know very well what."

She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. 
She was breathing so hard that her chest was heaving. That only made 
him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under 
the shiny satin of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken 
ironies.

"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister, 
and I'm your brother, then we're both the same flesh, right? We came 
from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."

He fell silent and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had not 
budged a step since she had stood up.

"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match 
his calm irony.

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

"Why should I."

My God, what am I saying? she thought. I'm teasing him, for god's sake! 
I'm just making it worse!

"Because I want to see you," her brother said solemnly. "You're 
lovely."

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

"Lovelier than anybody," Eric whispered. "I swear."

"All you want to do is see me?"

"That's all.

"You won't touch?"

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

"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach trembling with 
excitement. "I don't believe you for a minute. Not a minute."

But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging 
it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, 
her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose 
before him as she had earlier posed for herself before the bathroom 
mirror.

She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was 
almost overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the 
robe and slip it off her shoulders she knew the step had been taken. 
There was no going back now.

They would do it now. And she would let it happen, she would invite it. 
And she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because they 
were not supposed to let it happen even though her body seethed and 
ached for him.

Eric's face froze with fascination and lust as he scrutinized her naked 
body. Glowing and warm with the fires of her shame and excitement, Fawn 
slowly pirouetted in front of him. She showed him the high pale globes 
of her ass, bending gracefully as she completed her turn so that her 
firm tits swayed outward and bobbled pertly. Her long puffy nipples 
were already half-erect as they swirled before her brother's hypnotized 
gaze.

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

Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.

She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off 
its finer points. Her fingers traced the soft curves of her ribs and 
her flat sun-browned stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth 
curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they 
jiggled and quivered.

Eric's breath clawed its way out of his throat. The sound of it excited 
Fawn even more. She went closer to him. His crazed eyes devoured her 
succulent tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed 
with surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of 
her thighs.

He pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed 
his face into her naked stomach. She felt his wet tongue slithering 
into her deep navel.

"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.

She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized. But 
the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging urgently 
into her ass had made her simply reel with hot thrills.

"Oh Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't 
touch! You promised!"

"Couldn't help myself," her brother said hoarsely.

He managed a quick grin. He flexed his fingers suggestively, the ones 
he had dug into her soaked ass.

"Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away.

Her heart skittered and jumped as he stood up from his chair. He had to 
bend slightly because his cock was all crumpled up in his crotch. She 
could still feel the impressions in her asscheeks where his fingers had 
sunk, and a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God, 
god, I should stop it now, she thought, before it's too late!

I can't let you fuck me. Oh, god, please, Eric stop it yourself, I 
can't do it, I want it too much!

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

Fawn kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes. She 
shook her head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth, but unable to make any 
sounds come out.

"Eric, you know we can't."

"Yes, we can."

He backed her into the wall. The sharp gnash of his zipper sent hot 
needles of excitement and anticipation through her trembling flesh. His 
hands cupped her feverish face, and his mouth came down toward hers.

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

"Where is she?"

"She's at night school."

His lips found hers, curving into them. His tongue slipped between her 
parting teeth. His hands dropped to her shoulders, then down to her 
tits. He filled his palms with them.

Gently squeezing the round tit-globes, he kissed her cheek, her neck, 
then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He 
pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering to her.

"When does she get home?"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned.

Her body was totally pliant and yielding. Her cunt was wet and achy, 
and as he frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid 
her hands under the elastic of his shorts. She grasped his huge hot 
prick, pulling it out, her fingers stroking it urgently.

She knew she didn't care anything about Staci, who wouldn't be home for 
another two hours, anyway. I just want you to fuck me! she thought 
wildly. Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the 
floor, or on the bed, I don't care!

Eric's mouth trailed down her smooth tanned shoulder to her creamy left 
tit. He licked her large rosy nipple thirstily.

"When does she get home?" he repeated, his voice half-strangled by his 
lust.

But before she could answer Fawn felt his lips close over her pulsing 
nipple. She felt it stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened, and 
her knees sagged. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain 
standing.

She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long gristly 
stalk of his jumping prick pressing against her naked belly. Her breath 
whistled past her clenched teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her 
throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.

"Oh Eric," she murmured. "Eric, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are 
we going to fuck? Are you going to fuck me?"

Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the 
bedroom. His hands stroked her long coppery back, her pale ass, her 
silky tanned thighs. Fawn tore off his shirt and skimmed his pants and 
shorts down his legs. She stooped and clumsily licked his twitchy red 
cock before he pulled her to her feet.

He kissed her mouth again savagely, then laid her down on her back on 
the bed, the way he wanted her to be. Shivering with excitement and 
lust, Fawn yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so 
that her feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass 
perched on the edge of the mattress.

The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted and gaping, totally 
vulnerable. Instinctively, she knew that if he wanted her this way it 
was so he could stand on the floor himself. He would gain so much 
leverage that she was in for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from 
the huge pulsing purplish ramrod of flesh he was now lowering between 
her thighs.

She shuddered with the awful guilt of what they were doing. But she 
submitted completely to his wishes. His hard tanned muscular body was 
so desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all over him herself.

She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his enormous 
prick into her mouth. And feel his hungry lips burrowing hungrily in 
her simmering pussy. She wanted to do everything! Everything with him, 
before they got down to the actual fucking!

But Eric's driving lust for her was so overwhelming that she had no 
choice. She had to give her body to him instantly, and let him ravish 
her and puncture her with his fierce cock until they both were 
shattered with coming. Her body quivered out of control.

"Ohhhhh ... ah baby, oh Eric, we can't, we can't do this, unnghhhh! Oh 
god, suck me, baby!" she panted.

His mouth dropped to her barely slackened tits and found her sensitive 
nipples again, giving them long agonizing throat-sucks. Fawn's fingers 
caressed his rock-hard cock where it bobbed in readiness between her 
spread thighs. She pulled it toward her open cunt slit, aching to be 
filled by it.

Eric stroked her trembling hips and steadied her crotch. He carefully 
lodged the swollen head of his prick in her squinchy pussy-lips. Then 
he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of the burning 
cock shaft into her.

"Ahhhhhh ... nunnnunn, oh shit, ohhh shiiit, oh Eric, baby! Oh yes ... 
yes yessss!"

It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had ever felt 
inside of her. It was sunk deep in the pit of her hot cunt, filling her 
up totally. Eric did not pull it out immediately but instead left it 
buried in her while he scooped her shoulders up in his arms and lowered 
his bare hard chest down on her tits. He put his lips against her ear.

"Fawn ... Fawn!" he groaned in a husky whisper.

"Yessss, oh yessss!" she answered, her body undulating of its own 
accord under him.

She knew he wanted to say more. But both of them were so overcome with 
hot lust that they couldn't speak. All Fawn wanted to feel was the joy 
of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her.

"Fuck me, Eric," she murmured to him. "Unhhh! Oh god, yes! Fuck me, 
baby, you can do anything to me, anything! Unhhh! Ohnngg! Yes, ungghh! 
God, yes, unghhh!"

He brought long shuddering moans from her by drawing his long prick 
slowly out of her smoldering cunt until the bulbous head of it escaped, 
then sliding it slowly all the way in again. But the excitement and hot 
fantastic guilt of what they were doing made it impossible for them to 
go slowly for long. And Eric had placed her this way on the mattress 
for a purpose, she knew.

Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, groaning and 
whimpering, their striving bodies writhing together. Fawn clenched her 
thigh muscles and flung her cunt up into her brother's hammering, 
piercing prick. She gagged and squealed with delight as she felt the 
huge, ravaging pole cram her throbbing pussy to the splitting point.

Oh Jesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it, never, never! she 
thought over and over.

She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body 
with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him, 
and pushed her tits up into his grinding chest. She gobbled his mouth 
with her own, whimpering against his teeth.

"Ohhhhh, it's so good!" she panted.

The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and her body 
exploded into flames. She had never felt this way. She screeched and 
clawed his back, moaning with guilty passion, knowing it was her very 
own brother who was fucking her like this.

She couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing 
cock, the biggest she had ever felt. Stuffed with the huge stalk, she 
shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt-muscles. 
Eric moaned with pleasure, and Fawn felt his strong fingers bite into 
the flesh of her back.

"Ohhhhh, you're so good to me," she hummed, feeling the first distant 
rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "Sooooo 
good to me, so, good, so good, unngghh! Unh! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! Do it 
hard to me, ohhh! Angghhhh!"

Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he 
knew how to use it. But now that she hung trembling on the verge of 
coming, he ripped his cock up into her with growing violence. God, how 
could Danika ever give this up? Fawn wondered, delirious with hot 
pleasure.

Stabbed to the quick by his hammering prick, she flung her juicy cunt 
wildly up into his frantic thrusts, squealing and raking his shoulders. 
Her whole body throbbed and ached with need. God, fuck me, big brother, 
make me come. Now, now!

"Eric! Oh baby, oh I'm going to come!" she panted, pumping more and 
more wildly with her hips. "Oh god, kiss me, please! I'm going to ... 
oh kiss me, quick! Unhhhh ..."

She groped for his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton 
tongue into it. She died with fresh pleasure each time the fierce spike 
of his prick buried itself in her clenching fuckhole. She shrieked as 
it tore into her, then stiffened, grunting helplessly as her body 
shuddered for release.

Then she exploded in a hot blinding rush of coming. Everything was 
obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of her climax. For a 
moment it even knocked the breath out of her. Then she was screaming 
wildly.

"Annngghhiiieeee!" she cried out, swarming up into him, locking her 
thighs around his thrusting hips. "Unnghghhh! Oh god, yes, yes! 
Unnnngghgiiieeee! Ohhhhhhhhh!"

She couldn't stop coming, and she felt the hot spurts of Eric's cum 
flooding her pussy a second later. She heard his choked moans, and felt 
every hard muscle in his driving body tense into steel as he ploughed 
his erupting cock deep into her creaming cunt slit.

He crushed her body against his, squeezing her so roughly that it hurt. 
But she didn't want it to stop, ever! Don't let me go, don't stop 
fucking me! she wanted to beg him. She knew, once they let go of each 
other, how hard it would be to ever do this again. So they couldn't 
stop now.

"No, don't let me go!" she whimpered as he began to draw his cock out 
of her. "No!"

"Fawn, god, I've never had a fuck like that," he said, wiping the sweat 
off his forehead, still panting softly.

"Me neither," she said, kissing his cheek. "Don't take it out of me. 
Fuck me again."

He grinned. "What do you think I am, a miracle?"

"I mean rest a minute, then fuck me again. I didn't get enough the 
first time."

He kissed her, and their tongues coiled passionately together. "I 
didn't either," he said, running his mouth down her shoulder to her 
naked tits again. "I know I'll never get enough of you."

Fawn nearly went into a swoon as he began tenderly to suck her nipples 
again. She knew they would never have another chance like this one, and 
she gave herself up to it with total surrender.



Chapter 2


"Eric," she whispered, "it was never like that for me before. Never."

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

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

"How could anything so good be awful?" he grinned, stroking her 
throbbing tits until she began to squirm with growing desire.

She knew he was right. If it had thrilled her so much only because he 
was her brother, there might be something to worry about. But no, he 
had fucked her like no man had ever fucked her before. That was 
something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty.

Fawn realized that they had to fuck again, they had to fuck more than 
once. Because if they parted now, tomorrow their shame might overwhelm 
them. They might never have this moment again! She couldn't stand the 
thought of that.

Already she could feel his huge prick swelling and throbbing again in 
her fingers. She rubbed it and stroked it, feeling it grow stiff. She 
rolled over on top of him, dangling her swollen tits in his face.

"Do you like my body?" she murmured as he sucked her soft, bulbous left 
nipple into his mouth.

"Ummmmmm," he nodded, trying to swallow it.

Already Fawn was panting, writhing, pushing her upper body down into 
his face. He brought his hands up to her dangling tits, and hungrily 
devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her 
tits fill with heat, her nipples burst with throbbing as he pinched and 
twirled them in his fingers, and sucked and lip-mauled them roughly.

"Do you like my body better than Danika's?" she asked, feeling 
devilish.

"Better, much better!" Eric panted, feeding her swollen, hanging tits 
into his mouth.

He buried his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut pointing 
nipples. Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching tits down into his 
mouth. Tight helpless cawing sounds came from deep in her throat.

"Ohhhhh ... do you like to suck my tits?"

"Ummmmmm!"

He was trying to swallow them. Her cunt was hot and wet with juice 
again. She pushed it down into the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his 
long prick rising against the crack of her ass, feeling it swell and 
twitch.

"Ohhhhh ... Eric," she moaned. "This time I'm going to fuck you while 
you suck my tits, like this. Oh! Unh! Like this, ungh! Oh! Yes, yes!"

She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick 
twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit. Then she slid down 
on it, impaling herself on the stiff fucker. Giddy with animalistic 
heat, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips.

She squeezed his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her 
cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her 
dangling tits, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience. His 
lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples crazy.

Gasping, Fawn wriggled her saliva-wet tits down into his face. She 
pinched his long probing cock with her dripping, velvety pussy.

"Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnnh! Eric? Eric? Oh 
baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"

"God, yes!" Eric moaned.

He clenched his muscles and slammed his prick up into her. His fingers 
dug in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass. His lips tore at her bursting 
nipples.

"Am I ... ohhhhhh oh, Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I? 
Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good! I don't want it to ever stop! 
Unnggh! Tell me ... am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me 
again? Oh please, Eric! Oh! Oh! I'm coming, baby! Right now!"

The combination of his hungry mouth mauling her tits and the giant 
battering ram of his cock piercing her pussy had brought on a climax 
before she expected it. Shivering and whooping, she ground her cunt 
down on his upthrusting prick and held on for dear life.

Her body was ripped to pieces by wave after delicious, pummeling wave 
of hot coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop. It just dipped and rose 
and wrenched her with ferocious paroxysms, then subsided, then rose up 
again to bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.

She didn't know how long it took for Eric to come too. But he did, and 
he gripped her roughly, then tore up into her from the bed. He plunged 
his prick deeper into her than ever. For the first time she felt 
herself wincing with pain as the huge monster skewered her cunt.

"Ohhhhh owww! Ouch! Owwnnuugghhh!" she howled, her body suddenly 
gripped by an even fiercer seizure of coming.

She rode him and rode him, her body squirming and flipping out of 
control. But Eric held her tightly and buried his massive cock in her 
time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with 
it. Fawn felt like he was pumping every last drop of jism in his balls 
into her.

And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get 
back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky 
with sweat, glowing with spent lust. They gazed at each other, but no 
longer with guilt.

They were too tired for that, Fawn realized. She glanced at the bedroom 
clock and saw that they had been fucking this time for almost forty-
five minutes. Staci would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of 
there.

Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her slowly, 
stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's.

"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding 
her.

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

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

"Call me?"

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

But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that. And after 
her initial hurt passed, Fawn began to understand why. It wasn't so 
much the shame of what they had done. No, it was their raw, 
overpowering hunger for one another that they had to fear.

Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a burning, gasping, 
uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. They both sensed that if they 
gave in completely to this blind thirst for each other's bodies, they 
might burn one another up so quickly that the whole thing would be over 
before they knew it.

I couldn't stand that, Fawn thought. Never having him again? I just 
couldn't stand it. I'd die first.

But when a week had passed and still he had not tried to contact her, 
she grew restless. Part of it was that she felt horny all the time. She 
felt a kind of gnawing, aching horniness that was so persistent it was 
almost embarrassing.

She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men. She 
wondered if they could smell the thick odors of her need, or sense how 
wet and itchy her cunt always felt. Or how her nipples were now always 
half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra. I need him to suck me and 
fuck me, she thought.

When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and let 
him fuck her three times in rapid succession. She came each time, and 
was still not satisfied. This is just ridiculous, she thought, feeling 
her body crawl with slow fires.

I never felt like this before. I don't know what's come over me. But I 
need him, I need him to fuck me. Nobody else, just Eric. If this keeps 
up, I'm just going to go crazy.

She didn't want to phone him. The situation with Danika might still be 
delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself. She might blurt out over the 
phone that she needed him to fuck her.

And what if he had patched things up with his wife? That thought 
started a hot intolerable pinching in her gut. He would feel guilty, he 
would swear to himself never to go to bed with his sister again. Fawn 
could feel herself making fists with frustration as she thought of it.

But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from 
work had taken a short detour and was going through Eric's 
neighborhood, she couldn't help jumping up and getting off. Great! Now 
what are you going to do? she asked herself.

Resigning herself to the mad impulse, she walked directly to his house 
and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened 
to be in the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your 
big juicy cock, Eric. And have you do unimaginable things to every part 
of my body with it. But I can't say that.

Instead of Eric, it was Danika who answered the door. "Oh hi, Fawn," 
she said glumly, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of 
crying.

Fawn was shocked out of her reverie. "I ... I," she stammered.

Danika gave her a bleak smile. "I suppose you heard about everything."

"I ... Eric called me about a week ago and ... mentioned that you two 
..."

Danika shrugged and opened the door wider.

"Come on in." She saw Fawn's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. 
You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty fights."

Not seeing any polite way to refuse, Fawn followed her sister-in-law 
into the house.

"Where is he?" she asked, trying not to betray any quiver of 
disappointment.

Danika pursed her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with sadness. 
"Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."

They sat in the living room. Danika switched off the TV. Fawn saw a 
pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.

"Let me get you one," Danika said nervously, seeing Fawn's eyes on the 
pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."

"Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically.

She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so 
lonely. Sitting here drinking martinis by herself and watching TV at 
5:30 in the afternoon. And Danika seemed defensive about it too.

"I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she shouted from the kitchen. 
"I'm not just sitting here getting smashed all the time." She returned 
with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," 
she half-giggled, "I only had one. So far. And I waited till five 
o'clock. Just being a good girl. But I took a few days off from work, 
just because I was feeling so bad. Trying to get myself back together, 
you know. But around this time of day it gets a little hard. You 
understand, don't you?"

"Of course," Fawn said.

Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that 
she really didn't know much about the situation at all. She knew she 
had not listened very carefully to Eric. She had been too swept up in 
the mysterious urge to go to bed with him.

"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika said, briefly 
but genuinely embarrassed. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get 
dressed when you're not going anywhere all day."

Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over 
it. She had it buttoned up all the way to the throat. It was not a sexy 
garment at all, more like a little girl's fluffy robe. It completely 
concealed her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on her feet.

Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. Danika certainly 
didn't seem like some kind of sexpot right now. Instead she was shy, 
and anxious, and sad and lonely. Fawn found herself filling with 
sympathy for her instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.

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

"What's there to talk about?" Danika's eyes filled with quick tears, 
but she blinked them back. "I'm sure Eric told you what a bitch I am."

"Are you?"

"I don't know," Danika sobbed quietly. "I suppose I am."

"Eric said you went to bed with his best friend."

Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep 
sob. "I was. Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand. I'm crazy 
about your brother, not the other guy. But for some reason I just 
couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me, but I was just 
going crazy for this other guy all the time. I was just burning up for 
him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"

Fawn gulped down her martini, feeling her face grow hot. She felt 
herself blushing and saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa 
Danika was biting her fist, choking on her soft sobs. And Fawn knew 
that she herself was not blushing for Danika, but for what she heard 
her sister-in-law saying, which was so close to her own predicament.

I understand, Danika, she thought. I understand much more than you 
think.

"I couldn't stop myself!" Danika wept, her face streaked with tears.

"I know, I know," Fawn soothed her.

"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"

Fawn got up from her chair and went across the room. She sat next to 
Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shaking hands between her 
own and cradled it. Then she poured each of them a fresh martini from 
the pitcher.

"I know," she murmured to Danika. "I just know, that's all. You have to 
believe me."

Danika gazed at Fawn through her tear-glistening eyes. "You mean 
something like that has happened to you?

Fawn nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she 
thought. If you only knew. Danika smiled through her tears with 
temporary relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her head rested 
lightly on Fawn's shoulder. She cried softly again.

"Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better," she said in a small 
voice. "But it does, in a way."

Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on the moist smooth 
nape of Danika's neck, massaging her tenderly. She comforted the girl, 
drawing her even closer, until Danika was nestled against her, sobbing 
quietly now into her shoulder.

The salt smell of Danika's tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body 
made Fawn feel somehow good. She put her arms around Danika, feeling 
strange unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Danika's 
tear-strained cheek against her bare neck.

"It's okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her back through 
the quilted bathrobe. "Sometimes these things just happen."

Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn. Her eyes were strangely 
murky with unmasked questions through the film of hot tears. Fawn 
pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a 
lingering, reassuring kiss there. Then, without really knowing what she 
was doing, she lowered her lips to Danika's eyes, kissing away the 
tears.

Then her lips fell to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. And when Danika 
raised her mouth slightly, and Fawn's lips found it, everything seemed 
so warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of 
them knew it. Danika's lips parted as Fawn's tongue slipped into her 
mouth.

Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own. She sizzled with 
excitement and desire as their embrace grew tighter. Their hands groped 
urgently for each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes. 
When their mouths finally came apart, Fawn found Danika's big dark eyes 
shining, staring at her.

"What are we doing?" Danika asked in a whisper.

"I don't know," Fawn shook her head.

But this time she shut her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure as Danika's 
lips touched hers again. She held the girl's body tightly, feeling 
Danika's hands rubbing her back through her thin blouse.

This time they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When 
the kiss broke off they were both gasping. They gazed at each other, 
their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous.

"I've never done that," Danika said, looking down bashfully. "I mean, 
never kissed a woman."

"Neither have I," Fawn whispered back.

"I want to do it again."

"I do too. But ... what if we don't stop?"

We might as well face it right now, Fawn thought. We know where we're 
heading. We shouldn't be cute about it. God, she thought, god! I never 
thought anything like this would ever happen to me!

"Do you want to stop?" Danika asked shyly.

Fawn shook her head.

She closed her eyes and felt Danika's lips on her neck, dipping down to 
her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth again. This time instead 
of merely kissing they devoured each other, their mouths and tongues 
thirsty with passion, their bodies squirming together on the sofa.

Fawn knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Eric, was 
her and Danika. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing, 
snaking wet tongue drove her wild with excitement. But I don't care! 
she thought. I don't care about anything! I just want her! I want her 
so bad!

She slipped one hand between the buttons of Danika's robe and found her 
loose tits. They were warm and smooth and spongy against her rubbing 
palm. Danika's nipples were tantalizingly soft and swollen as she 
cupped them gently with her fingers.

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

Instead of answering her, Fawn withdrew her hand and rapidly began to 
unbutton the robe. She exposed Danika's firm lovely round tits, 
lowering her mouth to the first wide brownish nipple that popped into 
view. She flicked it with her tongue, and licked the soft bud that was 
already flecked with tiny excited bumps.

Then she sucked the whole thing between her lips, swirling her tongue 
around it, feeling it stiffen and point. She had never had her mouth on 
a woman's tit before, but she felt no shame or guilt, only warmth and 
passion.

She cupped Danika's firm luscious tits in her hands, admiring their 
almost perfect roundness. She filled her palms with the smooth globes, 
feeling the blood bead in her throat as she closed her lips again and 
again over the erect, throbbing nipples.

Danika sank into the sofa cushions, tossing her head, mewling, smiling 
dreamily and moaning. Fawn's lips and tongue and teeth plucked and 
pulled at her taut pulsing nipples. Hers must be more sensitive than 
mine, Fawn thought, excited by the way Danika squirmed and moaned under 
her mouth.

And baby, your tits are so beautiful! she thought. I don't even want to 
go anywhere else, I just want to stay here and suck you and drive you 
crazy like this. Fawn twisted and pinched the thick springy wet nipples 
with her fingers, and Danika writhed, and cried out, her lovely face 
contorted with pleasure.

"Oh Jesus! Ohhhhhhh, Fawn, it's never been so good," Danika gasped. She 
opened her eyes and stared hotly at Fawn. "I want to take your clothes 
off."

Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton Fawn's 
blouse faster than it could be done.

"Not so fast," Fawn said, helping with the buttons herself.

"I want it fast," Danika panted.

Fawn slipped her blouse off her shoulders and reached behind to 
unfasten her bra. "But we can have it slow," she whispered. "As slow as 
we like."

But Danika's eyes were swimming with lust. "I want it fast! I want you 
quick, before we change our minds."

Fawn watched Danika's eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off her 
arms and her naked tits came into view. She sighed as the girl reached 
out to touch them.

"They're so white against your tan," Danika murmured, squeezing Fawn's 
tingling nipples with her fingers. "Oh Fawn, I thought that thing I did 
with Eric's friend was the most exciting thing that ever happened to 
me, but it wasn't. This is! I've never felt anything like this!"

"Oh baby, I haven't either, I never have," Fawn sighed. "Ohhhhh ... 
ohhhhhh!"

She couldn't restrain the moans that came from her throat as Danika 
lowered her head and began softly licking and sucking her sensitive 
nipples. Now it was Fawn's turn to shut her eyes and enjoy for the 
first time another woman's ingenious mouth on her tits. They ached and 
pulsed as Danika rubbed and squeezed, and pulled with her soft wet lips 
on Fawn's thick rosy nipples.

Both of them were now gasping, writhing, hot with lust. Fawn slipped 
her arms around Danika's bare back and pulled the panting girl against 
her. Their firm naked tits mashed and squirmed together, her own tight 
nipples still wet with Danika's warm saliva.

She burrowed her searching tongue into Danika's ear. She stroked the 
smooth silky flesh of the girl's back, kissed and gently bit her long 
creamy neck, humming low senseless husky sounds, murmuring into her 
sister-in-law's hair.

"I want to fuck you," she murmured. "I want to fuck you, ohhhhh I want 
to fuck you ..."

Danika, almost breathless with lust, slid down Fawn's trembling body. 
She tore at the belt of Fawn's skirt, then reached behind and unzipped 
it.

"Fawn, I want all of you," she gasped. "All of you, quick!"

She peeled Fawn's skirt down her long golden legs in one rapid 
movement. Next came her panties. Now Fawn was completely naked, 
shivering with anticipation. Trying to control her shaking body, she 
watched Danika slip out of her half-open bathrobe and skim her lace 
panties down her tawny thighs.

Then she took the girl back into her arms. Both of them were keening 
and moaning now as their smooth supple bodies coiled together. Fawn ran 
her hands down Danika's silky back to her ass, squeezing her asscheeks 
and running her finger up and down the warm crack between them.

Hot tremors seized her body as she tried to relax, to yield herself to 
the pleasure of Danika's mouth and hands, which were exploring every 
inch of her naked flesh. Danika's mouth descended, kissing her ribs and 
her flat satiny stomach.

"Ohhhhhhhh god, let's go in on the bed, baby!" she moaned. "I can't 
move enough here."

"Okay, but hurry," Danika nodded.

They got up from the sofa and went quickly to the bedroom. Fawn shut 
the door behind them while Danika went to the bed and stripped off the 
covers. Fawn embraced her again, standing at the edge of the bed. They 
stroked each other, then sank slowly down onto the cool sheet, coiling 
together with smoldering sensuality.

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

"I've never done this, Fawn," Danika said, staring at her solemnly.

"Neither have I," Fawn said.

She scooped up Danika's round tits and slurped the wide brown nipples 
again with her tongue. Danika swarmed all over her with hot lust. They 
were clumsy and awkward, but full of aching need. But Danika quickly 
dipped her face between Fawn's spread thighs. Fawn was convulsed with 
pleasure as she felt the girl's lips on her wet crack.

"Unnhhhh oh! Oh God, ahhhhhhh!" she gasped, her hips jumping and 
gyrating as Danika's tongue rooted in her fuck slit.

At first she groped for Danika's head feverishly, but soon she yielded 
her body totally to the girl. Her flesh shuddered and rippled with 
flame as Danika's mouth searched and probed her hot, wet pussy. When 
Danika's tongue rasped against her swollen clit she could only writhe 
and pant, bucking her hips uncontrollably, thrusting her soupy cunt up 
into the invading mouth of her sister-in-law.

She clamped Danika's head in her churning thighs and squeezed it, 
trying to bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that ripped 
through her quaking body. Danika's tongue stabbed her aching, dripping 
pit, and Fawn rolled helplessly on her back, groaning as her climax 
approached.

It happened more quickly than she had expected. Suddenly it welled up 
inside her and broke.

"Oh honey ... Danika, oh! God, I'm going to come! Oh!" The spasms 
wracked her. "Unnhhiieeeeee!" she screamed.

The orgasm ripped her apart. Shuddering and panting uncontrollably, she 
tossed on the sheet as it wrenched her with shock after shock.

Only seconds after the explosion of her own climax she was devouring 
Danika too. Nestled between the girl's thighs, she licked Danika's 
puffy slick cunt-lips and slipped her tongue into the girl's puckered 
pussy.

"Aauuunnghhhh ... oh do it fast, Fawn! Fast, please!" Danika gasped 
wildly. "Hard and fast, please!"

Danika's splayed pussy was shiny with juice. Her cunt-lips were swollen 
and engorged with hot blood. Her hips rose and flipped and bounced 
spasmodically. Fawn pressed her mouth into the girl's creaming cunt 
slit, jabbing her tongue deep into the tangy wet fuck channel.

She had never had her mouth on a woman's cunt before, but she rooted in 
Danika's delicious pussy with her tongue, bringing yelps of pleasure 
from Danika's throat. Danika's mewling and whimpering, and the helpless 
writhing and rolling of her lovely body, jacked up Fawn's lust to 
higher and higher levels.

Moaning with crazy lust, she devoured Danika's shimmering red cunt-
lips, licking the delectable mushy, wet folds from top to bottom, 
sucking Danika's pussy-lips into her mouth. She tongue-jabbed the girl 
wildly, and sucked Danika's swollen clit until Danika thrashed madly, 
her hips bucking and surging.

"Unnnnn ... nnnunnn!" Danika groaned, delirious with need.

Fawn sucked and tongue-raped the girl's flooding pussy, swallowing the 
buttery juices. Danika's small curvy body flipped and writhed out of 
control. Fawn grasped at her flexing thighs, at her gyrating, jerking 
hips, trying to hold her steady. She dug her fingers into Danika's 
round asscheeks, and Danika whinnied with pleasure.

"Oh god, god yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth. "Squeeze me, 
squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits! Aunngghhhh! God, it drives me crazy!"

Her strong thighs clamped Fawn's head tightly in her wet crotch. She 
moaned and pumped, shoving her pussy up into Fawn's mouth. Fawn slid 
her hands up to the girl's jiggling, hard-nippled tits and caught them, 
squeezing them hard.

Danika began to come. Her body strained and flipped as the hot spasms 
wrenched her.

"Annnugghhh! Yaiieeee!" she screamed, her hips jerking crazily as the 
climax poured through her. "Annghiieeee!"

When it was over, Fawn slid up her moist body and kissed her mouth 
again. She held Danika's body tightly against hers, rubbing their naked 
tits together, still stroking Danika's throbbing cunt with one hand. 
Danika's hand dropped to Fawn's crotch and caressed her wet pussy too.

"You know what we've done," she murmured to Fawn. "We'll never be able 
to stop now."

"Do you want to stop?" Fawn asked, scissoring Danika's clit between two 
fingers, giving it a twist.

"Ahhhhh!" Danika sighed, her eyes rolling up. "No, no never!" she said.

"Is anybody coming over tonight? Do you have plans?"

"No," Danika panted, becoming aroused again.

"Then why don't we have another martini, and eat a little something, 
then settle back for an all-night fuck," Fawn suggested. "How does that 
sound?"

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



Chapter 3


Fawn stayed the night. She and Danika didn't fall asleep until 
midnight. By that time they were so exhausted and sore from fucking 
that they could barely drag themselves into the bedroom.

They had done as Fawn had suggested, having another martini, then 
dinner. Then they had put on some music and danced naked for one 
another, but quickly fell to hot, feverish fucking again on the living 
room carpet. It didn't seem that either one could get enough of the 
other.

Each girl knew how to make the other come, either in quick, explosive 
bursts, or in long shimmering undulations that left them each gasping 
with bliss. Humming, panting, moaning, they slumped to the carpet in 
the center of the living room floor with the candlelight flickering 
golden shadows over their naked flesh.

"I'll just never get enough of your gorgeous body," Fawn murmured, 
sliding her lips down Danika's smooth flesh, devouring her sister-in-
law's dark glimmering nipples.

Within seconds, they had squirmed into position for sixty-nine. Danika 
was flat on her back on the carpet with Fawn crouched over her, pushing 
her throbbing tits into the girl's smooth heaving belly. She dipped her 
tongue eagerly into the tangy splayed seam of Danika's runny cunt.

She could feel Danika's arms encircling her hips, clasping her ass, 
drawing her pussy down. Danika's hot slithery tongue slid up into her 
own aching pussy. Danika's hungry lips plucked at her swollen clit.

She writhed and dug her fingers into Danika's clenching asscheeks, 
burying her mouth in the girl's sopping wet slit. They squirmed hotly 
together, groaning and thrashing with need. Their hot shuddering bodies 
were welded together with coming, and the shattering spasms wracked 
them again and again.

After dinner they took a bath together, and while Fawn was lathering 
Danika's voluptuous tawny body she dropped one hand underwater and 
found the girl's tender pussy slit. Her other hand slid over Danika's 
slippery tits, and she finger-fucked her moaning sister-in-law until 
the sobs of Danika's orgasm were reverberating off the bathroom tiles.

Drying off Fawn's body after the bath, Danika stooped and pried apart 
Fawn's moist asscheeks and ran her tongue up and down the crack of 
Fawn's ass until Fawn was shivering and whimpering with unaccustomed 
delights. At the same time, Danika slid two fingers up into Fawn's 
cunt. She kept licking Fawn's asscrack, and reaching up with one hand 
to tweak Fawn's damp, excited nipples, while her fingers plunged 
quickly up and down in Fawn's boiling pussy.

Fawn's knees grew so weak that she had to grab a towel rack to keep 
from falling. But she spread her feet and thighs, and pressed her cheek 
against the tiled wall. She sucked her bottom lip as she gyrated her 
hips down into Danika's fast-flying hand. And she came standing up, 
gagging joyously on the sharp sensations that gripped her trembling 
body.

After that they returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, 
sharing a joint. This time when their lust returned it was languorous 
and slow. They calmly stroked and nibbled one another, and sucked and 
kissed one another's bodies. The joy came from bleeding slow 
excruciating orgasms out of each other.

At times they dozed, coiling together, letting their exhausted bodies 
rest. But soon they would find themselves kissing again lazily, then 
not so lazily. Soon Fawn would find herself whooping through still 
another killer climax. She would swarm over Danika's palpitating flesh 
until she too was whimpering again in the throes of another hot, 
throbbing orgasm.

By midnight there was nothing they could do but sleep, they were so 
tired. But in the morning when they awoke it was the same thing all 
over again. They each climaxed twice before even getting out of bed.

"My god," Fawn sighed against Danika's naked swollen tits, "we've got 
to stop this."

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

In the kitchen Danika made her a cup of coffee, since Fawn had to go to 
work. But even after all the fucking they had done, they still didn't 
want to part.

"You could ... call in sick," Danika said, licking her sensual lower 
lip.

Fawn shook her head. "We can't let it get control of us like this."

"No, I guess you're right," Danika said glumly. She went over to Fawn 
and took the coffee cup out of her hand, kissing Fawn's mouth 
thirstily. "But you have to promise me something."

She slipped one hand under Fawn's skirt, caressing her inner thighs. 
Her fingers came up and pressed against the gauzy fabric of Fawn's 
panties, already wet with pussy-juice.

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

"We have to do it again," Danika breathed. "I don't think I could stand 
it if I never got to suck with you again."

"I know. I feel that way too," Fawn whispered. "But what about Eric?"

Fawn was gripped by a sudden shock of guilt. She had not only fucked 
her own brother, but her brother's wife too.

"Screw Eric," Danika said. "Just let me fuck you and suck you and I'll 
never think about him again."

Fawn was late for work. She disengaged herself gently from Danika.

"I have to go. Oh baby, I have to go. But soon, soon. I'll call you. 
We'll do it again, soon. I promise."

But in the coming days Fawn thought it over carefully. Only now that 
she was away from them both could she see how totally wrong it had 
been. All right, so it had been fantastic. She had never experienced 
anything as good as fucking with Eric, then with Danika.

God help me, she thought, just think what it would be like to be in bed 
with them both at the same time! I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd go 
crazy. It would just be one killing orgasm after another. Oh god, I 
can't let myself think that way, I just can't!

Sure, it had been fantastic. But that was nothing compared to the fear 
she suddenly had of this insatiable hunger in her body. Never before 
had she felt such hot, continuous lust as she felt for those two. Never 
before had she had so many wild orgasms as she had gone through in 
their arms.

She knew that merely being in a room with either of them now would make 
her willpower totally evaporate. She would become a hot whimpering 
jelly of uncontrollable fuck-hunger. It was dangerous, and humiliating. 
It was like being in their power, and not having anything to say about 
it herself.

They could fuck her, rape her, do anything to her, and all she would 
want was more, more, more! She couldn't let that happen. So for nearly 
two weeks she went without any sex at all. And during that time she 
tried to put both Eric and Danika completely out of her mind.

She even tried to put her boyfriend Jeff out of her mind too, even 
though he was obviously hurt and bewildered by her coolness. To her, he 
was just an irrelevance since he could never be for her the lover that 
Eric and Danika had been.

But Jeff was persistent. He wouldn't give up easily. He demanded that 
she explain her rejection of him.

"It has nothing to do with you," she said to him one evening when he 
dropped her home from work.

"It doesn't?" he snapped. "Then I'd sure like to know what it has to do 
with."

"Never mind. It's just not you, that's all. You'll just have to trust 
me. I'm telling the truth."

Her roommate Staci was home too, bustling around the kitchen. Fawn 
didn't want to discuss it in her presence.

"I guess I'll have to," Jeff snapped again. "I'm sure not getting 
satisfied in any other way."

"Oh Jeff, all you think about is screwing," Fawn said. "It won't hurt 
you to take a little rest from it for a while."

"That sounds easy for you to say," he said. "Are you sure you're not 
getting it somewhere else? If you're going to be so honest ..."

"I'm telling the truth! Are you calling me a liar?"

Staci came into the room, and that made them both twice as nervous and 
irritable. Fawn's roommate was very attractive, tall and red-headed, 
with pale translucent skin and a high perky ass that never failed to 
draw men's glances. Fawn knew Jeff would like to screw her. Any man 
would.

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

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

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

"Look, you two, this is idiotic," Staci said. She grabbed her purse and 
her coat from the armchair by the door. "I'm going out. I have a few 
things to do. I'll probably be gone about an hour."

"You don't have to leave, Staci," Fawn said nervously.

For a brief moment she felt as if she would rather have the fight that 
was going on than the sex that was probably inevitable if Staci left.

"Oh yes I do," Staci smiled. "Yes. Yes I do."

She shut the door behind her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.

With Staci gone, Fawn became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck 
her, then she would let him fuck her. After all, she couldn't deny that 
she liked him. She'd been going with him a long time. They'd had good 
moments together.

Certainly Jeff couldn't help it if Eric and Danika had somehow got into 
her life and screwed up all her feelings, making her realize things 
about her body she had never known before. Besides, she had to admit to 
herself that she was a little horny, too. It had been a while.

Suddenly she found herself thinking of his cock. During the past two 
weeks she had been mostly thinking about Danika, and the hot lesbian 
fucking they had done. The fuck with Eric was always in the back of her 
mind too, but more worrisome to her was the wild intensity of her night 
with her sister-in-law.

She worried about what it might mean. It was not pleasant to think she 
might really be a lesbian at heart. Could that be true? She refused to 
think it. Now, as she found herself thinking about Jeff's cock for the 
first time in weeks, she realized that here was a way to test herself. 
She walked over to him, suddenly all pliant and warm, and offered him 
her mouth. She even slithered her tongue between his teeth almost 
before he could embrace her. He kissed her back, and dug his fingers 
into her springy ass through her skirt. He mumbled against her 
searching, moving lips.

"I don't know what's going on with you, baby."

"Ohhhhh, do you have to? Do you have to?" she murmured back, quickly 
reaching down and unzipping his fly.

She could feel the thick gristly stalk of his hot prick thumping 
against her fingers through the thin cotton of his shorts.

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

"What else would you like to do?"

Swiftly she dipped both hands under the elastic band of his shorts and 
dug deep. She twirled his big soft balls gently in her fingers, then 
stroked the hot pulsing shaft of his cock.

"Never mind, don't answer that," she murmured.

She sank to her knees and groped with his belt buckle. In one swift 
motion Jeff pulled her sweater over her head. His eager hands found the 
bare tanned skin of her back and shoulders, his fingers scrabbling for 
the catch of her bra. But before he could unfasten it she had pulled 
his pants and his shorts down around his ankles. Her fast hungry mouth 
was all over his red twitching prick.

"Right here?" Jeff gasped.

"Right here."

Fawn clasped his hips and pulled him down onto the living room floor. 
She took his fat prick all the way into her mouth until the swollen 
bulb on the end of it nudged the back of her throat. Then she drew her 
lips slowly up the throbbing ripply fuck-stalk until she got to the 
ridge below his flaring cockhead. She lip-pinched it, and stroked the 
sensitive skin with her tongue.

Jeff's whole body strained with pleasure. He groaned, holding her head 
in both hands. Fawn took his pulsing cock out of her mouth and licked 
it, bathing it in warm spit.

"Ohhhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I, baby," she cooed. "So mean, 
so mean. But I won't be mean now. Do you want me to drink your cum?"

"Unnngghh," Jeff grunted softly, too aroused to speak.

He still had on his shirt, and his shoes. His ankles were trapped in 
the crumpled cloth of his pants, so that only his tense legs and hips 
and his big blood-thundering cock were exposed to her. And that was 
just what Fawn wanted.

She wanted to mouth-rape him. She wanted his prick. She wanted to 
cradle it in her hands and lick it and swallow it. His fingers clasped 
at her bare neck and shoulders, tugging frantically at the straps of 
her bra. But she squirmed away and devoured his stiff hot fuck-rod so 
eagerly that he could do nothing but fall back and moan and thrust up 
into her busy mouth.

His wet prick pulsed with crazy hot urgent life in her hands. She 
stroked it from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked his balls 
into her mouth, first one, then the other, swirling her lips over them.

"Oh, I'm going to find out if you've been a naughty boy," she murmured, 
slurping and swallowing the juice that leaked from the purplish head of 
his cock. "How close are you, baby? Close?" She dove on his jumping 
fuck-shaft. "Have you been sticking it in someone else?"

"Oh Jesus, Fawn" Jeff moaned. "You're so good!"

His firm strong hands held her by the sides of the head now, holding 
her mouth steady. He drove his raging cock up into her throat, making 
Fawn gag and sputter with eager lust.

She loved doing it to him. Her own body flushed with coursing waves of 
heat. She could feel the juices of her sizzling cunt wetting her 
panties, feel her thighs shaking and clenching involuntarily. Her 
nipples were erect inside the cups of her bra. She sighed and 
whimpered, pushing her naked midriff against his jerking, hairy knees.

Oh Jeff! Squirt it into me, feed me with it! After you come you have to 
fuck me, you have to rape me! You can do anything you want to me, baby! 
But right now I'm going to suck it out of you! Oh yes, oh yes! Are you 
ready? Have you been saving a big load just for me? Let me have it, 
then! Now, baby, now!

She laced her fingers around the pumping red stalk of his prick, 
sucking him wildly. His cock grew even stiffer, hard as granite. She 
felt it extend and point, felt his whole body grow painfully taut. She 
felt the rough strength of his hands shoving her head down. His prick 
rammed viciously into her throat, and Fawn gobbled it insanely, sucking 
it with rabid intensity.

"Aaowwnngg! Unngg." Jeff cried out as the cum exploded into Fawn's 
mouth.

She drank the warm viscous river of his cum as it poured down her 
throat, and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers. She 
squeezed his balls and sucked again and again the spurting head of his 
jerking prick. Jeff groaned and thrashed around on his back, up-fucking 
into her throat, wincing and trembling as the last ounce of his jism 
hurtled up to sluice her waiting tongue.

When he was finished, and his cock began to go limp in her mouth, she 
slithered up his body to kiss his cheek. "Was it worth waiting for?" 
she asked coyly.

"That was worth anything," he gasped.

"I don't know what came over me."

"I don't either, but I hope it comes over you again."

"I've been feeling so sexy, so horny lately. That's why I was so 
reluctant, I guess ..."

"You don't have to explain, Fawn," Jeff said, sitting up and reaching 
around her back to unfasten her bra.

"No," she said, still coy, pulling away before he could unclasp it.

"What do you mean, no?"

"Let's do it on the bed."

He grinned. "I don't care where we do it, as long as we do it."

She jumped up and did a seductive pirouette in front of him, showing 
him her long, bronzed, shapely legs. She smiled, grinding her hips 
suggestively.

"I want you to fuck me in a special way."

She pranced off toward the bedroom. Jeff scrambled to his feet, 
disengaging them from his crumpled trousers. His limp ropy prick began 
to thicken and swell again between his thighs. He stripped off his 
shirt and followed her.

"What do you mean, in a special way?"

"You'll see," Fawn said.

She shut the bedroom door and submissively turned her back to him, 
finally presenting the clasp of her bra. An idea had occurred to her. 
She knew that Jeff's prick wasn't as big as Eric's. Not many were that 
gigantic. So maybe the glorious fucking that Eric had given her hadn't 
been caused by the hot shame and delicious guilt they both had felt?

She wanted Jeff to fuck her in the same way Eric had, with her ass 
perched on the edge of the bed and their feet on the floor. Then she 
could get the same sensation of being absolutely split open and ripped 
to pieces by his hammering, driving prick. She was already pulsing with 
lust from drinking Jeff's cum, hot with fuck-need. If only he would 
fuck her with as much authority as Eric had done, half her problems 
would be solved.

She was hot and trembling with anticipation and she mewled and shivered 
as Jeff removed her bra. He cupped her smooth, excited tits with his 
hands from behind. He kissed the nape of her neck and the skin along 
her shoulders. Goosebumps broke out all over Fawn.

Her cunt was wet with warm, buttery fluids. "Jeff, honey, you can do 
anything to me," she moaned, feeling his hungry lips on her neck, his 
fingers tugging her aching nipples.

"I will, I will," he panted.

Soft and pliant, she let him turn her around. He unzipped her skirt and 
slid his hands under the gauze of her panties, squeezing her ass. Fawn 
moaned, shuddering softly. It was going to be like it had been before, 
she knew it! She wanted to be fucked like that again.

Her eager hands raced to his cock, grasping and squeezing it. But he 
was in control now, not her, and he skimmed her panties off and placed 
her on her back on the bed. His hands and mouth went to her throbbing, 
swollen nipples, then down her long sleek belly, down farther, sliding 
into the wet pit of her crotch.

With his fingers, he drew open the slick outer lips of her flowing 
pussy. He kissed it hotly, then stabbed his tongue into her burning 
cunt until she was nearly climbing the walls with need.

Fawn was writhing and seething with uncontrollable lust. But she had to 
make him fuck her in the same way, Eric's way. She had to!

"Ohhhhhh, god, oh yes, Jeff!" she panted. "Unhhhh! God, it's good, 
yessss!"

She writhed and moaned, rubbing her hot quivering body all over with 
her hands, loving every delicious sensation he tongued to life in her 
wet pussy. Rolling and tossing wildly on the bed, she clasped his head 
between her silky thighs. Her own frantic hands squeezed her aching 
tits and nipples.

She was already coming in light fast skimming tremors as he tongued and 
sucked her clit. Delirious with pleasure, she lost all thought of 
having him fuck her the way Eric had. Her body ran with fire. When Jeff 
finally loomed up over her she stared deep into his eyes.

He hooked one of her legs in each of his arms and pressed them back so 
that her knees nearly touched her shoulders. Fawn shivered with 
excitement. Her body was bent almost in half. Her heels flailed 
helplessly in the air above his head. The whole wet glistening red seam 
of cunt-flesh in her crotch was splayed and puckering.

She had never been fucked this way. Arrows of fear zipped through her 
as she felt her body cramped, bent double, so that she could barely 
breathe. The tops of her thighs mashed into her own spiky nipples and 
crushed down on her tits as Jeff rose over her. He plunged the shaft of 
his prick so deep into her slippery channel that she squealed with hot 
shocks of surprise.

"Aaieeeeee!" she screamed. "Ohhhh! Unhhh! Oh god, yessss! Unh! Unh!"

Her bent body acted like a living spring as he rammed his cock fiercely 
in and out of her. Jeff fucked her so furiously that Fawn thought the 
bed might break under them. It rocked and shook and creaked. She gasped 
for breath each time he rose off her, then felt the air squeezed out of 
her lungs again with the down-thrusting hard spike of his cock.

Jeff locked his strong arms behind her neck, grunting and ramming her 
full of his prick. He rose even higher up over her, lifting his knees 
off the mattress and digging his feet into it. Then he bounced up and 
down on the resilient spring her body made, drilling his cock deep into 
her burbling pussy.

He had never fucked Fawn with such grinding, merciless fury. He ripped 
her creaming pussy, reaming and piercing her into a torment of wild 
pleasure with his savage thrusts. He dug it into her and she squealed 
with bliss.

Then he lifted his hips and jabbed it into her again. Again she 
squealed. She found that she could flex her thighs and hips in rhythm 
with his sharp, hammering plunges. Jeff rose up out of her, and Fawn 
clenched her legs muscles and wiggled her ass in a wild frenzy, 
pinching the head of his cock with her wet clasping cunt.

Then she yielded and moaned as his hard, driving body slammed down onto 
her again. It pinned her knees back against her shoulders, mashing her 
aching tits, squashing the air from her lungs. His fiery prick pierced 
to the bottom of her exploding fuck slit.

Fawn began to come in gigantic rolling bursts. The wrenching explosions 
tore through her thrashing body.

"Unnowwnnnggg! Oongghh!" she howled, clawing his back as he continued 
to dig in her spasming fuckhole with his stabbing prick. "Unngghh! 
Unnoowwnnggg! Ahhhiieee!"

Suddenly the fierce iron drill of his prick began to erupt too. 
"Unggungghhh! Aggggh!" Jeff grunted, almost splitting her cunt with 
new, savage, jerking thrusts.

The hot thick jets of his jism spewed into her spasming pit, bathing it 
with hot sharp squirts of cum. Gasping and trembling with fatigue, they 
finally came to rest. Fawn was still pinned and bent double under him. 
Jeff's still-twitching prick was still sunk deep inside her tingling 
cunt.

She held his head in her quivering hands, kissing him feverishly as the 
intense ecstasies subsided.

"Jeff, why didn't you ever do that to me before?" she gasped.

In the back of her mind she was thinking that if only he'd fucked her 
that way long ago she might never have got involved in fucking with her 
own brother. Jeff withdrew his sagging cock from her dripping pussy and 
climbed off her.

"Live and learn," he grinned. "I never knew you'd like it."

Fawn drew him down on the bed beside her and held him, stroking the 
shredded flesh of his shoulders where her fingernails had torn the 
skin.

"I thought your prick was going to go all the way through me and come 
out the other side," she said.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Not at all. I loved it. I have half a mind to hold out on you again, 
just so I can get you to rape me that way every time."

"Every time?" Jeff laughed. "Jesus, we'll kill each other."

She coiled her body around his, feeling kittenish, nuzzling his neck 
with her warm lips. "Ummmmm, but what a lovely way to go."



Chapter 4


The wild intensity of her fuck with Jeff encouraged Fawn. Somehow, she 
felt, it took most of the pressure of her guilt off her. After being 
fucked by her brother Eric, she had wondered if another man would ever 
be able to satisfy her again.

That confusion had made it easier for her to go to bed with Danika, her 
first and only lesbian experience. And the shattering ecstasies of 
their fucking had scared her even more than screwing Eric had. But now, 
with Jeff, she had learned that her body was capable of excruciating 
pleasures that had nothing to do with the shame she felt over going to 
bed with her brother and sister-in-law.

The only thing that still disturbed her was that she seemed to have 
reached a new level of sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But 
after she let her brother fuck her, everything changed. She had to have 
it. She hated even to think of the word "nymphomaniac" in relation to 
herself. But sometimes it was almost impossible to avoid.

Could I really be one? she wondered. She found herself craving sex all 
the time. She wanted to be fucked all the time. It was a hot, 
throbbing, aching need in her. She knew others must be able to see the 
hunger in her eyes.

She was afraid to look at them for fear they would think she was a 
nympho, as she was beginning to fear she was. How can I be that? she 
asked herself. I never was one before. You can't just turn into one 
over night, can you?

In bed with Jeff she began to swarm over him, biting and scratching 
him, shrieking with passion as the orgasm shattered her. He even tried 
to act like he loved it. And he probably did love it most of the time. 
Still, she knew it scared him, this writhing, half-demented intensity 
that suddenly overcame her every time she fucked.

As a way of controlling herself, to prove to herself that she really 
wasn't a nympho after all, she tried self-discipline. She made excuses 
to Jeff, who was only too glad to get a little rest. She kept busy 
working, writing letters, cleaning house, washing dishes, swimming.

But whenever Staci was gone from the apartment, Fawn would lie down on 
the sofa or the bed and quickly finger-fuck herself into hot gasping 
tremors of coming. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready. Her clit 
was always so swollen and tender. She never failed to come like a 
string of firecrackers going off the moment she plunged her hand into 
her tingling wet crack.

Almost a month had passed. She had heard nothing from Eric or Danika. 
She had not been disturbed by it at first. She knew they could not 
avoid feeling the same guilt she had felt, and the confusion. But as 
time went on, she began to wonder why neither of them had tried to 
contact her.

Could they have gotten back together? If so, that should, as part of 
the family, make her happy. But it didn't. She knew she didn't want 
them to get back together. She wanted them apart. She wanted to fuck 
with each of them again. The desire was overwhelming.

Coming home early from work one day, mulling all this over in her mind, 
she found herself unaccountably thinking of Danika. Her body grew hot 
and her cunt wet as she was climbing the stairs to her apartment. God, 
I want to feel her eating me again! she realized. I want to fuck with 
her so bad! I miss it!

Well, maybe I can just get inside quick and make myself come. Then 
maybe it'll go away. Her head was swimming so fast with sexual 
anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened when she 
unlocked the door. The chain lock was fastened from the inside.

The door wouldn't open more than about three inches before the chain 
stopped it. That meant Staci was home, even though she too was supposed 
to be at work. Fawn almost called out to have her unfasten the lock, 
when suddenly she overheard a soft quivery moan, coming from inside the 
apartment.

Was it Staci? Fawn flushed, growing embarrassed. Staci was screwing 
some guy, taking advantage of Fawn's absence. Fawn knew she should shut 
the door tight then, go away, come back later. But her fascination was 
so intense that she couldn't help listening even harder.

"Ummmm," Staci hummed in a throaty, sultry voice. "Just my bra?" she 
murmured. "Are you sure? You promise ... you won't go any further?"

Whoever was with Staci only whispered something, soft and low. Fawn 
peered through the open crack in the door, trying to glimpse something. 
But the two of them were obviously sitting on the sofa, which was 
around the corner from the door. This made it possible for Fawn to hear 
them clearly, but not to see anything.

"Ohhhhh," Staci sighed. "You know, I've never done anything like this. 
Why am I letting you do this? Does Fawn do this with you?"

Fawn's curiosity jumped a notch higher. Could it be Jeff? She could 
feel her face begin to redden with anger. But then she heard the voice 
clearly. It was Danika's!

"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Danika 
murmured, ignoring Staci's question about Fawn.

"It just ... took me by surprise. I mean, I was only kind of curious 
when you first kissed me like that. But then when you took off your 
sweater and ... you weren't even wearing a bra, I just couldn't help 
myself. Your tits are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just ..."

Danika's whispery voice was thick with a lust familiar to Fawn. "Can I 
touch yours too? And kiss them?"

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

"I promise. I wouldn't do anything you don't want."

"I've never done anything like this before."

"Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with it."

"But there's supposed to be."

"Here, just turn around this way and let me take it off."

"I can take it off for you."

"I want to take it off myself."

"Ohhhhhhh ..."

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

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

Fawn's hand trembled on the doorknob. She snatched it back, fearing to 
make a noise that would alert them to her eavesdropping. Her face was 
hot and flushed, her blood pounding. She could hear Danika's familiar 
humming. She could even hear the wet sounds her working lips made as 
she sucked Staci's nipples.

And Staci's excited whimpering nearly drove her crazy. She was 
paralyzed by curiosity, envy, jealousy. For over a year she and Staci 
had shared the same apartment, yet never had they seen one another 
naked.

Still, Fawn knew that Staci had a gorgeous body, with firm high tits, 
and a small waist, and long shapely legs. She had never thought of her 
sexually until this moment, but now ...

She didn't know what to do. Part of her hated Staci for getting what 
she herself wanted. Part of her hated Danika for giving it to Staci 
instead of to her. But also part of her wanted to keep listening to the 
incredibly exciting sounds they were making.

She knew they wouldn't be able to stop. Who could? They would have to 
go on, and she wanted to overhear them fuck. She wanted to see them 
too, but there was no way she could do it. She even wanted to join 
them! But of course it was impossible.

"Ohhhh baby," Danika sighed "your nipples taste so good. They're so big 
and springy and dark red. I want to swallow them."

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

"No, oh noooo," Danika soothed her softly. "Now could we stop? Don't 
you like me to suck you like this? And lick you here? And pinch them a 
little, like this?"

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

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

Staci gasped sharply, repeatedly. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"

Fawn raised her fist to her mouth and bit into it. What were they 
doing? She wanted to die from not being able to see it. What was Danika 
doing to her?

"And this? And this?" Danika murmured playfully.

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

"Relax, just relax," Danika purred. "I only want to make love to you, 
Staci."

"You ... you promised," Staci gasped.

All Fawn could hear was the wet sucking of Danika's lips.

"Oh god ... you promised!" Staci quivering voice moaned.

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

"Oh please, please," Staci was panting, her voice trembling with 
excitement.

"Why don't you touch my body?" Danika asked softly. "Here, let me take 
these off." Fawn could hear the gnash of a zipper, then the quick 
sounds of Danika shedding the rest of her clothes. "There," Danika 
breathed. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, Staci? 
Please. Anywhere."

"Oh Danika, you're so beautiful," Staci sighed.

"You can do anything to me."

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

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

"Ohhhh, you're so warm. And so smooth."

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

"I want to put my mouth on them," Staci whispered shyly. "I want to 
kiss them."

"Ohhhhhhh, go ahead, baby."

Fawn was gripped by such violent hot shivering that she had to cling to 
the wall next to the door. Her own breath was wheezing in and out of 
her throat. Her crotch was a soupy mess of juice. She knew from the 
throaty sounds of pleasure Danika made that Staci was kissing and 
kneading Danika's ass. The sensations were driving Danika mad with 
delight.

"Ohhhhh Danika ... you're so wet. Your cunt ..."

"My cunt, yes my cunt!" Danika sighed.

Staci said the word as if it were forbidden, a bewitchingly exciting 
thing to say. "It's so wet, and puffy, and shiny."

"Kiss it, baby," Danika begged, her voice thick with lust. "Kiss my 
cunt, please kiss it!"

"Ohhhh, I can't. I just can't," Staci said.

Danika changed her approach. Her voice betrayed only a faint twinge of 
disappointment. She was patient. She knew--as Fawn also knew--that 
Staci was only minutes away from yielding completely to the lesbian 
fucking that Danika wanted to give her.

Danika had worked the girl into such a pitch of feverish excitement 
that there was no way she could lose her now, if she was only patient.

"Here, here," Danika soothed. "Let me turn around and hold you like 
this. Feel my tits against yours. Put your hands on my ass again, oh 
that's right, like that, and squeeze them and rub them. Oh god, it 
feels so good!"

"Danika," Staci whispered, "I really wanted to. I really wanted to kiss 
your cunt, but I--"

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about. Don't you like 
the feel of our bodies rubbing together like this?"

"Oh, I love it, I just love it!"

"But don't you think it would feel even better if you took off your 
jeans so I could feel your bare legs? You could leave your panties on."

"Danika," Staci whispered shyly, "you just want to get into my pants."

There was silence that drove Fawn crazy. She knew they were looking 
deeply at each other. All she could hear was the wild pounding of her 
own blood. Finally Danika murmured, her voice thick with passion. "I 
want to eat your cunt," she said softly.

"And I want you to," Staci replied softly too. "I've never felt like 
this before."

Fawn could hear them kissing. Staci whimpered softly as Danika slowly 
unzipped her jeans and peeled them off.

"Your panties are so wet," Danika whispered.

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

"Here, let's get these off your ankles. God, Staci, you have such 
beautiful long legs."

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Staci gasped.

"Just relax, relax, honey. I'm going to make you come."

"Ahh! Ahhhh! Aaauunngghhhh!" Staci cried out, panting and groaning with 
pleasure.

Fawn knew Danika was eating Staci's pussy, tongue-fucking the girl with 
the feverish lust she herself had experienced and craved so much. All 
she could hear was the wild squirming of their bodies on the sofa. She 
shut her eyes, trying to control her own breathing.

She pushed the heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt 
through the cloth of her skirt. Staci moaned, her voice keening with 
animalistic urgency that drove Fawn wild. Staci was coming. Delirious, 
helpless sighs of ecstasy came from her panting mouth.

"Unhhhh! Oh Jesus, now, Danika! Nowwww! Unghghiiieeeee! Oh! 
Unghhiieeeee!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned softly herself, sagging against the door.

She hardly knew what she was doing as she staggered down the hallway, 
then down the stairs. She walked the streets for hours, it seemed, 
trying to get control of herself. The welter of jealousy and sexual 
arousal that gripped her was almost overpowering.

She didn't know what to do, and she was almost afraid to go home. What 
if she caught them still doing it? After all, she and Danika had gone 
on for hours their first time. On the other hand, Staci knew she would 
be coming home after work. She probably would call a halt to it before 
then.

They'll probably just go back to Danika's place and do it some more, 
she thought, steaming with jealousy and resentment. By six o'clock she 
was back trying the door again. This time it opened easily to her key. 
No one was home, as she had expected.

Trying not to imagine Staci and Danika lying in one another's arms, 
groaning with ecstasy as they made each other come repeatedly, she put 
on her bathrobe and brewed a cup of tea. When the doorbell rang she 
went wearily to answer it.

"Eric," she said, startled to see him standing there.

She let him in without another word. Now her feelings were more stirred 
up than ever. She got a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two 
glasses, still without speaking, and rejoined him in the living room. 
She poured them each a glass.

"I thought I'd hear from you sooner," she said hesitantly.

Eric nodded and sipped his wine. "I thought you would too," he said. "I 
really wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Fawn. But 
each time I stopped. I thought you'd probably turn me down because 
you'd feel the same way I did."

"How was that?"

"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of 
my mind."

Fawn could feel her blood beginning to heat up. But she remained calm.

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

He shook his head, his handsome face grinning sardonically. His rugged 
jaw and strong, even teeth made her yearn involuntarily to feel his 
mouth everywhere on her body.

"No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole 
line of them, just trying to find one that could make me forget you."

"And Danika?"

"I haven't seen her since I last saw you." Somehow that made Fawn feel 
very good. "Did you find anyone who could make you forget?"

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

This is getting out of control already, Fawn thought. Though 
considering what I've been through today, I can hardly blame myself for 
letting it. But I promised myself I wouldn't let it happen again. And 
yet here it goes anyway.

"Look, Eric," she said, trying to grasp the conversation forcibly and 
get it back on the track where it belonged. "I know how you feel. I've 
been feeling that way too, believe me. But we can't let it get the 
better of us. You know as well as I do that it's wrong. That's why we 
kept away from each other as long as we did. I'm your sister."

He glared at her. "You know that doesn't matter."

"I've decided I can't do it any more," she said, looking down at the 
floor. "It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing 
me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. 
Normal, you know what I mean?"

"What things!" Eric asked, faintly jealous.

"Never mind what things," Fawn replied, embarrassed. She couldn't dare 
tell him. "Look, for one thing I'm worried about Danika. She's acting a 
little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her enough 
in return by now. Why don't you two ...?"

"You've been talking to her?"

"I ... saw her a few times." Again Fawn looked down. "I think she needs 
you very much."

She seems to like girl-fucking a little more than I think she should, 
she wanted to tell him. But that would be dangerous, and way out of 
line.

Eric glared at Fawn, his eyes now flickering with obvious passion, and 
determination. "I don't want her," he said. "I want you."

She shook her head, still looking away from him. She tried to keep the 
yearning of her own body under control. I don't want him to fuck me, 
she repeated to herself. I don't want him to fuck me. Of course not.

"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it, trying to make 
him see she meant it, whether she did or not. "Not any more. I think 
you should go back to your wife. We had something good. We can always 
remember it." Still staring at the floor, she felt her eyes brim with 
tears. It hurt. She wanted him too. She didn't see him rise from his 
chair, but only felt him coming around the coffee table. She felt his 
arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down on hers.

She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue. Her whole 
quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into 
her flesh through her robe. Ohhhhh god, Eric, I want you to fuck me and 
fuck me forever! she wanted to tell him. But she pulled away from him, 
wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"We can't, Eric, we can't," she said. "I told you that."

But Eric was not to be put off so easily. He clasped her face again in 
his rough, masculine hands, and bruised her swollen lips with his 
mouth. His hands slid under her backbone as he kissed her, and found 
her naked tits. He squeezed them urgently.

"I want you, Fawn," he panted against her cheek. "I want to fuck you."

"I know ... ohhh, I know," she breathed. "But we can't."

She could feel the huge lump of Eric's cock pushing against her thigh 
as she squirmed in his grasp. He kissed her neck, her throat, digging 
his fingers into her springy tits, twisting her soft nipples in his 
fingers.

"I haven't been able to think of anything but you," he panted. "You 
know it's been the same for you, you know it."

You and your wife, Fawn thought, guiltily. "But we can't! We can't!"

She knew he could tell she didn't mean it. But feeling temporarily 
desperate, she wriggled free of him and walked across the room. She 
turned and saw him staring down at her body, where her bathrobe had 
come open. Her naked tits were clearly visible, her nipples erect and 
hard from the caresses he had given them.

Quickly she pulled her robe shut. "Maybe ... you should go back to her, 
Eric," she suggested hesitantly.

It sounded just as strange to her as it obviously did to him. Am I 
crazy, suggesting it? she wondered. But maybe it would work. Maybe it 
would save all three of them. Maybe it would make this horrible craving 
to fuck with them both go away.

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

Fawn gulped softly. It did sound ridiculous. "Why not?" she said.

For an answer Eric came over and took each lapel of her bathrobe in one 
hand. He ripped it open, and literally tore it off her quivering body 
in one motion.

"I want you, Fawn," he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you. I've 
been waiting so long, but I've got to!"

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned, going limp as he held her.

She was close to giving in. What did it matter? Would it make things 
better to refuse? Her body needed him. Her cunt was wet and seething. 
She wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging stalk of his huge cock.

Eric's hands dropped from her tits, caressing her smooth flat belly. 
They slid down to her damp thatch, his fingers probing lower, finding 
the soupy aching lips of her throbbing pussy. Fawn hissed with pleasure 
as his fingers slid up into her slippery channel.

"Nooooo, oh no, we can't."

Quickly an idea came to her. It might save them both. If the three of 
them were ever to have a hope for a healthy and normal life, she had to 
overcome this lust for her brother. She had to stop this now, not let 
him fuck her either. It was for the good of them both.

Suddenly, surprisingly, she turned into a tornado of passion herself. 
She swarmed over Eric, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt 
buckle.

"Oh Eric, baby," she gasped, pulling at his zipper. "Let me suck you, 
oh let me suck you, and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. 
Last time you didn't let me drink your cum. Let me do it now, please!"

Eric was taken by surprise. Here she had been resisting him, though 
yielding at the same time. And now she was nearly devouring his crotch, 
tugging at his pants, trying to free his fiery, aching prick. She 
pulled him down beside her on the floor, yanking his pants and his 
shorts down to his ankles. Then she ran her wet lips all over his hot 
blood-thundering prick.

"God, Eric," she said, snaking her tongue over his beautiful stiff 
cock. "It's so big! I'd almost forgotten how huge it is. I want to eat 
it, I want to swallow it!"

She held the massive ridged shaft of her brother's cock in her hands 
and licked it up and down. It was true, she had forgotten how gigantic 
it was, and her pussy pulsed and itched with the desire to be filled up 
with it.

But she got control of herself. She closed her thirsty mouth over the 
flaring purplish head of his prick and sucked him eagerly. She was wild 
with passion, wilder than she had ever felt, giddy with the expectation 
of swallowing the hot jets of his climax.

Eric was surprised by the sudden, voracious appetite she had for his 
cock. But he wasn't going to refuse the pleasure she was offering him. 
He lay back on the floor, bucking his hips up gently into her down-
thrusting mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, panting softly as he 
felt the juices rise up.

"Oh god, I want you to fill me with it," she panted, rubbing his iron-
hard prick with both hands, kneading his balls, then diving on him 
again crazily. "Come, baby, come!"

She was wildly in need of an orgasm herself. Her cunt ached with 
insatiable need. But she drove everything else out of her mind and 
relentlessly sucked her brother's prick. You've got to see it my way. 
You've got to, she thought, humming deliriously as the first salty 
juices of Eric's climax began to enter her mouth.

I know you're close, she thought. I know I can make you come! You're 
going to shoot it into me, Eric!

She rolled his big soft balls in her fingers, dripping warm spittle on 
the ballooning head of his enormous prick, stabbing it with her tongue, 
then sucking it nearly down her throat. She heard her brother groan 
with pleasure. Come, baby, come! she keened to herself. Let me drink 
you! Yes, yes! Let me drink you, baby!

Suddenly, without warning, Eric's hips jumped off the floor. The huge 
twitching pole of his cock pushed up into her mouth. He jammed it into 
her throat with such power that she coughed and choked. She had been 
sucking his cock, but now he was fiercely fucking her throat.

Fawn gagged deliriously and let him do it, feeling the warm milky 
rockets of his jism erupt deep in her mouth. His prick squirted and 
spurted into her throat, and she gulped down his cum wantonly, 
swallowing it and sucking for more, gurgling and humming with happy 
lust.

When it was over, Eric slumped back exhausted. Fawn caressed his limp 
cock, still burning with a prairie fire of sex need herself, but 
determined not to give into it. She was feverish with the need to have 
him fuck her, but she tried to control her trembling body. Maybe after 
he got back together with Danika. Maybe then, once in a while, they 
could ...

But for the present she had to sacrifice her own selfish urges. She 
reached across the floor and pulled her bathrobe over, slipping quickly 
into it. Then she kissed her brother and whispered to him.

"You see what I mean, don't you, baby?" she said. "If we go on this way 
it's just too dangerous. Sooner or later one of us will have to end it. 
But if you're with Danika, then once in a while we might ..."

Eric nodded, still grinning from the great pleasure she had given him. 
"I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why 
you're so interested in Danika's well-being."

"I ... think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say," Fawn 
said, knowing that she didn't sound very convincing.

"What about you?"

"I need you too. But you're my brother. You know there's something 
wrong about that, Eric."

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

Fawn felt a faint jealousy again. She trailed her fingers seductively 
down his bare chest.

"She's very lovely," she whispered. "Promise you won't enjoy fucking 
her so much that you never come back to me just once in a while?"

Eric pulled her down on top of him and kissed her mouth roughly. She 
could feel his massive prick throbbing to life again, pressed into the 
naked flesh of her thigh.

"Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass 
trough the cloth of her bathrobe.

Fawn knew she had to get rid of him right now. Before she threw caution 
to the winds and just surrendered to him completely, begging him to 
fuck her. She hopped up out of his grasp, and shook her head.

"Not until afterward," she said, smiling.

Eric stood up glumly and pulled up his pants. "I guess that gives me an 
extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he grinned.

She nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut 
the door behind him she went into her room and slipped out of the robe 
again. She lay on the bed, parting her thighs, rubbing her wet sizzling 
cunt with both hands. Within seconds she was thrashing about and biting 
back her screams, pulverized by molten shock waves of coming.

She came and came, having hot gagging climax after climax, but all the 
time she was wishing she had let him fuck her.



Chapter 5


The following day Eric phoned Fawn at work. "She says she doesn't want 
to see me," he said. "She never wants to see me again, she said. She 
doesn't need me."

Fawn had thought something like this might happen. She herself thought 
anyone who would turn Eric away had to be crazy. She even suspected 
that she was half-crazy herself for having come up with this scheme to 
straighten out Danika and to make her own life more normal at the same 
time.

But now that the plan was in motion she really just couldn't say, "Oh 
well, let's just forget about it, then. Come over tonight, big brother, 
and fuck me till I die of coming." She couldn't say that because it 
would put them right back where all the mess had started in the first 
place.

"Look, Eric," she said, "it's natural for her to act a little snippy 
about it like that. She hasn't seen you for a month and a half. She's 
probably feeling hurt and guilty and sorry and all sorts of things, and 
she doesn't know how to tell you."

"She didn't sound very confused to me," Eric said.

"Believe me she is," Fawn said.

She realized that her sister-in-law was taking this lesbian fucking 
very seriously. But of course, she had known that all along, ever since 
she caught her with Staci. It had been the main reason behind her 
scheme to get Eric and her back together. How could Danika, after a 
ripping good reunion fuck with Eric, ever again deceive herself that 
she was only hungry for other cunts, not big pricks like her husband's?

"Look Eric," she said, trying to ignore her jealousy at the idea of 
them fucking. "Let's try it this way. Tonight after work I'll drop by 
there and kind of soften her up. I'll have a talk with her, get her in 
a good mood. Maybe I'll get her to talk about you. Then you just drop 
by yourself about twenty minutes later, and we'll see what happens."

"I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Eric said.

"I know how much she needs you," Fawn repeated.

I know how much she needs to be crammed full of your huge, incredible 
cock, she said to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs 
it even more than I do.

She realized the truth of her words even more when she got to Danika's 
house that evening after work. Her sister-in-law answered the door 
slightly tipsy, and completely naked. Not only that. When Fawn glanced 
past Danika into the livingroom, she glimpsed another naked girl--
raven-haired, dark-skinned--struggling hurriedly into her clothes, 
which were scattered on the floor.

"Fawn, what a surprise!" Danika giggled.

As usual, it was very hard for Fawn to take her eyes off Danika's 
beautiful naked body. And for that matter, she was also mesmerized by 
the sight of the other girl. But she quickly regained control, and 
whispered harshly to Danika.

"Danika! What's going on here?"

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

"Close the door!" Fawn snapped. "Everyone in the neighborhood's going 
to see you!" Quickly Fawn pushed past her and shut the door behind 
them. "Who the hell is that?" she asked Danika, nodding at the other 
girl, who had dressed with such embarrassed speed that she was nearly 
finished.

"That's Maria. Would you like to meet Maria?" She leaned close and 
whispered in Fawn's ear, her breath hot and smoky with gin and sex. 
"She's really good in bed. Only she bites and scratches."

"Get her out of here!" Fawn hissed under her breath.

She felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening. She knew that part of 
her now regretted that Eric would be arriving soon. The thought of a 
three-way girl fuck with Danika and this lovely dark Maria who bit and 
scratched made her head reel and her blood gush through her veins. But 
that was only another of the messy impulses she was trying to overcome 
by her plan.

Danika, however, misinterpreted her. "Oh, are you jealous, Fawn?" she 
said, obviously delighted. "You want me all to yourself?"

"I want to talk to you about something," Fawn said. "Please put some 
clothes on and get that girl out of here."

"Shhhh!" Danika bent close to Fawn's ear, hushing her. "You might hurt 
Maria's feelings. This is only our second time. And believe me, I love 
to fuck with her."

"Danika, calm down," Fawn said, reaching out to touch her sister-in-
law's cheek.

Maria stood behind them, glancing at the front door, her escape. Fawn 
saw that she was truly lovely. Her dark eyes flashed with dazzling 
latin fires, and she had a full-lipped sensual mouth that was so 
succulent that Fawn felt her cunt oozing again with juices against her 
will. But she pulled Danika aside, and stepped away herself, clearing 
the way to the door.

"Maria, this is Fawn," Danika said, her voice sultry.

"Hello, Maria," Fawn said.

She knew her eyes were saying: I want to fuck you too, I really do, and 
you can bite and scratch me too, all you want, but right now we can't, 
sorry ...

"Hi," Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly she 
went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut.

Now Fawn and Danika were alone. "Put something on," Fawn said to her 
sister-in-law, trying to keep her eyes off the lovely body that had 
given her so much pleasure. But Danika resisted. She cupped her full 
tawny tits in her hands, raising them, offering them to Fawn.

She squeezed the firm tit-globes so that her long dark nipples flared 
and swelled. "You mean you don't want me?" she said coyly. "I can't 
believe that, Fawn. Can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at 
me, why won't you look at me? You can't just come here and chase Maria 
away and then refuse to take her place. Come here and let me give you a 
drink." She went into the living room, her long smooth back and her 
round delectable ass beckoning Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew 
huskier.

"Sit here and have a drink," she said. "And while you're drinking it, 
I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt 
softly until you explode. Remember how I can do that? How does that 
sound?"

Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of lust. In fact, it sounded 
absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge 
to give in.

"Put something on, Danika. Please."

Danika turned her face to Fawn, smirking flirtatiously. "Oh, I get it," 
she grinned. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I 
mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then sort of peel each 
other, right?"

"I don't think you need another drink."

"I'll put on my see-through nightie, how's that?"

Fawn had to go along with her. Any way she could get Danika to cover 
her nakedness would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank off half 
of the martini in one gulp, something to steady her nerves. Danika went 
to the bedroom and returned moments later wearing a sheer peach 
peignoir that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had 
been when naked.

The flimsy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body and 
concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to make 
them more tempting than ever. But at least she had on a semblance of 
clothing. She sat on the sofa across from Fawn, stretching out her long 
sleek legs in full view, and poured herself another martini.

Fawn gritted her teeth briefly and decided to plunge right into it. 
"Danika, Eric called me," she said.

"He called me too," Danika said. "Big deal, so what?"

"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to 
him."

"That's right."

"Why not?"

"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. I almost told him that 
over the phone. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big 
cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that since you're 
his sister and all, but anyway it's true, what the hell."

Fawn tried not to blush. She raised an eyebrow, as if mildly 
interested.

"That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me, the thing that 
started this whole business. Just to teach him a lesson. You've got to 
have more than a big prick to be a good lover. You've got to really 
care about the other person. That's why I've come to like women so much 
better than men. They understand, they care. You know that."

"No, I don't."

"You like fucking with me. You can't deny that. I saw the way you were 
looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. It's a pity. You 
shouldn't have scared her away. We could've had such a good time 
together. She's a wild woman, you wouldn't believe it. I've still got 
scabs on my back from where she scratched me the first time. I came so 
hard I thought I was going to die. You love it, you know you don't have 
to lie to me."

"But I love fucking with ... Jeff too," Fawn said, almost slipping.

"Oh sure, but it's never as good as--"

"Yes it is," Fawn interrupted. "Look Danika, didn't you ever stop to 
think that if you had Eric, you could still have Maria too, or me, once 
in a while?"

This was Fawn's pet theory about it, and she wasn't altogether sure it 
was true. But she had to keep trying it out anyway, to see if it 
sounded any better.

"That's sick," Danika giggled.

Fawn couldn't help laughing too. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I 
guess."

Danika put her empty martini glass down decisively on the table. 
"Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry 
about it any more. Come into the bedroom with me and let me rape you 
slow and good."

Fawn shook her head and saw Danika frown with puzzlement. But at that 
moment everything was settled by the ringing of the doorbell.

"Shit!" Danika snapped. "Who the hell is that?"

"I don't know," Fawn said. "But you'd better put on something over that 
sexy nightie before you answer it."

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

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

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

He came into the living room, looking very uncertain and nervous. 
Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence of too many 
martinis. But her gracious stumbling somehow only enhanced the beauty 
of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full tits swayed from side 
to side. The gauzy cloth slithered over her high ass, and swished up 
around her golden thighs.

Both Fawn and Eric caught themselves staring at her bare flesh. Fawn 
turned her eyes away, not willing to reveal herself too much. Now's 
about time for me to go, she thought. But Eric kept staring at his 
wife, obviously feeling strong lust for her.

"I think I'd better go now," Fawn said, standing up.

"No, don't go," Danika said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone."

Suddenly she hopped up from the sofa and fluttered over to Eric. She 
kissed him full on the mouth, hard and passionately. Eric was very 
surprised, but he kissed her back hotly. Instinctively his hands rose 
and clasped her dangling tits through the filmy peignoir. Danika broke 
off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach.

"See what he wants to do?" she said. "Your big brother wants to fuck 
me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me or something. Wouldn't 
that make you jealous?"

She looked at Fawn, her eyes flickering with clever spite. Fawn stared 
at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. 
She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. 
Both of them were staring at her now.

"No, I'm going," she said.

But at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited. She didn't 
want to leave at all. She wanted to stay and see what happened. She 
didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the 
front door, Danika had slumped to her knees on the floor between Eric's 
thighs and was clawing at his belt buckle.

"Fawn's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she 
muttered half-crazily. "And I was telling her what a big one you have. 
Here, let me get it out where she can see it."

Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move. She was 
appalled by Danika's unpredictable wildness. Eric was obviously 
stunned, too. He grabbed Danika by the shoulders and shook her.

"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted.

Danika smiled kittenishly. Her hands crawled back into his crotch and 
she squeezed it. Eric winced with pleasure in spite of his shock.

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Danika purred, unzipping his fly.

She tugged his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under the 
elastic of his shorts and grasping his naked, bulging cock.

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

"Oh, don't go, don't go," Danika laughed.

Eric's cock began to swell and rise in her hands. Fascinated, Fawn 
stared at it from across the room, watching as Danika playfully 
squeezed and pumped it. Then she closed her sensual mouth over the head 
of it and gave Eric a sharp passionate suck. Again he winced, gasping 
with pleasure.

"See! See!" Danika whooped, half-delirious with lust as she sucked his 
throbbing prick. "See big brother's thing? Isn't it big, like I said? 
Do you want to kiss it and suck it too? Here, Fawn, get down beside me 
and we'll kiss it together. Won't you like that, Eric? Or better yet, 
why don't you fuck her? Why don't we both fuck her together? Fawn, let 
us do that. Let us both fuck you."

Fawn's mouth was dry. Her cunt flowed with juice, her blood thundered. 
Still, she could do nothing but stand there, quivering with confusion 
and lust. I want to! she realized. I want to!

While Danika was trying to tempt Fawn, Eric had grasped her peach 
peignoir in both hands at the back of her neck. Now he suddenly ripped 
it open down her naked back. The filmy nightie fell in soft rags around 
her arms, leaving her totally naked.

He stood up and yanked her to her feet. Then he grabbed her roughly, 
digging his fingers into the round moons of her naked ass.

"Eric, no. Eric, please, no!" Danika whimpered softly, trying to 
struggle free.

"You're my wife and I want to fuck you," Eric panted. "Let Fawn go, if 
she wants to. I'm going to fuck you, Danika."

Danika kept wriggling, trying to free herself. She hissed at him, 
shaking her head.

"No, no, no! I don't want you to fuck me. I want her to fuck me! I want 
Fawn!"

"What?" Eric said, his voice now tinged with puzzlement. For a brief 
second he relaxed his grip and Danika jumped free.

Danika stared solemnly at him. Fawn knew she was going to say something 
dreadful. "She's done it before," Danika said. "We've done it a lot, in 
fact."

Oh god! Fawn thought, panicking completely. Eric stared at her, asking 
with his eyes if it was true. And she knew her face gave her away.

"All right," he suddenly said, glaring at Fawn with a mixture of 
contempt and lust. "All right, take off your clothes."

"What?" Fawn asked softly.

"You heard her," he said, indicating Danika with his head. "She wants 
you to fuck her, not me."

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

He grinned, then stripped off what remained of his own clothes. The 
sight of his hard, muscular body made her blood rush hotly through her 
veins. "But she wants you," he said, staring at her.

Fawn could not speak. She knew now that she couldn't leave. Her body 
was seething with fuck-hunger. Looking at their two naked bodies made 
her blood hammer with need. She gazed hungrily at Danika's full swollen 
tits and sleek smooth stomach, and at Eric's stiff rearing cock.

With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her blouse. And when they 
saw her doing it, they both came over to her. Before she knew it they 
were frantically peeling off her clothes. Their mouths were on her 
naked flesh, their hands groping and probing.

When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly down the 
hall to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed, squirming together. 
Danika became caught between Fawn and Eric, and she was the focus of 
their caresses. They swarmed over her, and she surrendered to them 
totally. She rolled onto her back, splaying her thighs, revealing the 
slick red gash of her open cunt.

Danika's naked writhing body had always driven Fawn wild with lust, and 
now was no different. She ran her hands down the silky skin of the 
girl's legs, crouching between them. She pressed her lips to the soft 
smooth skin of Danika's inner thighs, holding them steady as Danika 
moaned and squirmed.

Glancing up the girl's wriggling body, she saw Eric scooping up the 
firm globes of Danika's tits in his hands. He mauled the stiff large 
nipples with his lips, bringing shuddering moans of pleasure from 
Danika's throat. His rough masculine hands and mouth all over her body 
seemed to drive her wild. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her 
tits up into his face.

Fawn ran her tongue up and down the puffy inflamed wet crease of 
Danika's pussy, then pressed her lips against it and frenched it 
passionately. She stabbed her tongue deep into the clenching fuck 
channel, slurping and lapping it, gobbling it.

"Unnghhhhunnghh!" Danika groaned, moaning and thrashing, her cunt 
jerking up into Fawn's devouring mouth. "Ohhhhh! Ungghhh!"

Fawn felt the bed shift under Eric's weight. He manipulated Danika's 
supple body into another position, getting behind her. That made it 
harder for Fawn to suck and lick the girl's hot pussy, so she began 
kissing Danika's smooth belly, moving up her quivering body to her 
jiggling tits.

The tall dark nipples were still wrinkled and erect with excitement, 
still wet from Eric's mouth. Fawn's own wet cunt was burbling with 
prickly fires but somehow she didn't mind postponing her own 
satisfaction. She knew it would come. For the moment it was Danika's 
squirming, sweat-damp naked body that consumed her.

She kneaded the girl's firm round tits with her fingers and tongue-
raped the stiff sensitive nipples. She sucked them down almost into her 
throat, making Danika howl with pleasurable agony. At the same time, 
she realized that she was only a third party to what was actually going 
on between Eric and Danika.

They were communicating to each other, not so much with words but by 
the touch of their bodies, and the involuntary moans and murmurs they 
made. Danika tossed her head from side to side, mewling softly, biting 
her lower lip, hissing as she sucked breath past her clenched teeth.

"Noooo ... noooo!" she moaned, her face a strange mixture of agony and 
pleasure.

Eric had already turned the girl onto her side. But now Fawn felt 
herself being half-pinned beneath both of them as he pushed Danika over 
farther.

"Oh yesss!" he grunted softly at Danika. "Oh yes!"

"Eric, please!" Danika begged.

"Ungg!" Eric grunted, panting, struggling.

"Ohn! Owwwchh! Unggh! Unh! Owwchhh! God, no! Ung!" Danika suddenly 
cried out.

Her whole body stiffened. Tears sprung out of her tightly shut eyes. 
Fawn squirmed out from beneath her shuddering body. Only now did she 
realize what was happening. Eric's whole body was a bronzed clenched 
hunk of rippling muscle. His face was contorted with fierce lust as he 
ripped his huge prick up into his wife's uptilted ass.

Half of the massive fucker was already sunk in the poor girl's asshole. 
With his hands he pulled apart her asscheeks and inched it in further. 
Danika's helpless screams were muffled by the sheet. She was completely 
impaled, pierced, skewered on his enormous, rigid cock. And now he 
started driving it into her ass again and again, like a spike.

Stunned by awe and fantastic sexual excitement, Fawn could do nothing 
but watch as Eric viciously ripped and reamed his wife's asshole. She 
could feel her own assbud throb and burn in sympathy. Danika's spastic, 
clutching fingers grabbed and crumpled the sheet. She burrowed her face 
into it, whooping and moaning and pleading soundlessly.

Her cheeks were wet with tears, her face pale with shock. But at the 
same time her expression showed an excruciatingly intense pleasure that 
fascinated Fawn.

"Unnnn ... unnnn," Danika moaned mindlessly, slumping forward with each 
powerful, ripping thrust of Eric's ferocious cock slamming into the 
depths of her ass.

When she fell forward limply onto the bed, Eric's firm hands grasped 
her hips again and roughly pulled her ass back up. He tilted it at the 
angle he wanted, then drilled it again with his thick fierce shaft. He 
sank his long cock so far into the girl that Fawn thought no one could 
possibly stand it.

Each time he dug his cock into Danika's ass Fawn's own streaming cunt 
felt sprayed with stinging sparks. She reached down and stroked the wet 
slit, feeling her buttery itching cunt-lips greasy with hot sex-slime 
against her fingers.

Finger-fucking herself into pulsing flashes of pleasure, she watched 
Danika suddenly change. The girl began bucking her ass back into Eric's 
piercing thrusts, grinding her hips, and gritting her teeth. She moaned 
in a low, gasping, guttural voice at him.

"Ohhhhhh yes, Eric! Fuck me like that, unghghh! Yes, do it to me, make 
me sorry, fuck my ass, unghgh! Owwncchh! Unghgh, yes!"

The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Fawn could 
barely stay on it. She crouched beside them, moaning and digging in her 
seething pussy with two fingers. She pinched her erect clit and was 
already coming in soft preliminary jolts when Danika began to explode 
with excruciating orgasms.

"Unnggghh! Yaannghgiiieeee!" she shrieked, slumping forward on the bed, 
writhing insanely into the mattress and biting the sheet.

Eric pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgency as he too 
began to come. Danika flipped and shuddered out of control under his 
powerful body. Eric reared up like a lust-crazed stallion, burying his 
huge prick in his wife's asshole. He growled helplessly as the cum 
squirted out of his cock into her ass.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself moaning desperately.

Her whole body shook with the need for a climax. She plunged her 
fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, and she came, but it was not 
the way she wanted to come. She lay there beside them, rippling with 
small waves of self-induced coming. But she wanted what they had. She 
wanted to be split and pierced and shattered with orgasms.

But no matter how frantically she pumped her hand in and out of her 
throbbing cunt, the big ones wouldn't come.



Chapter 6


When Eric left briefly to use the bathroom, Fawn squirmed against her 
sister-in-law, loving the feel of their warm naked bodies sliding 
together. Now it will be my turn, she thought. Now they'll fuck me, and 
I can come like that.

"You loved it, didn't you," she whispered to Danika.

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

"I haven't either," Fawn admitted.

She could almost still see Eric's huge rigid cock drilling mercilessly 
into Danika's ass. And the wild look that had passed over Danika's face 
each time it penetrated her. She herself had never been fucked in the 
ass. She had always been terrified of it.

The pain. The horrible submission it required. The total violation. 
Even now the thought of it made her guts clench, and her asshole pinch 
tightly shut in fear. But she could also feel a fluttering in the pit 
of her stomach, and a spurt of fire in her cunt as she contemplated it.

"How did it feel?" she asked Danika.

"It hurt at first," Danika said softly. "Then it was terrific."

Fawn kissed her and squirmed against her more heatedly. "But you have 
to admit a woman could never make you feel like that," she said.

She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, wanting her to know that she 
herself was still aroused, unsatisfied. She drew Danika's hand down her 
smooth belly to her moist thatch.

"I want you to fuck me, baby," she whispered hotly into Danika's ear. 
"I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, I'm burning up."

But Danika responded listlessly. Her hand was limp, and her tongue 
restrained at Fawn flicked at it with her own. "Fawn," she said softly, 
"I want to be alone with him."

Fawn froze. She could feel it coming.

"You understand, don't you?" Danika continued.

"I ... suppose I do."

"I know it's not fair," Danika said. "But I can't help wanting it. You 
wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you?"

Fawn shook her head, biting back tears she hated herself for. It was 
what she had wanted, after all. For them to get back together. The fact 
that she was still seething with fuck-need had nothing to do with it.

Pride made her get up from the bed before Eric returned, and head for 
the bedroom door. I've got to get out of here, she thought, almost 
desperate in her haste. This is crazy, insane. I've got to get out of 
here, quick.

"Fawn ... ?" Danika's voice followed her down the hall.

She dressed with lightning speed and was going out the front door just 
as her brother appeared, having figured out where she was. She could 
hardly tear her eyes from his naked body, especially the long swinging 
hunk of his cock, which she wanted so much to feel inside of her.

"Fawn, where are you going?" Eric asked.

But before he could say anything else, she was out the door and fled 
down the path to the street. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed 
a passing cab. Her thoughts were in a turmoil as she sat in the back 
seat of the cab, wondering what to do next.

I've got to get control of myself, she thought. She caught the cab 
driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror. He stared at her 
brazenly, eating her with his eyes, promising to deliver anything she 
might request.

He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and shaggy black 
hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist. Fawn knew that there 
must be something about her he could smell, some sex odor she had 
absorbed from her experience with Eric and Danika.

The way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark bold eyes 
riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid he 
might have a wreck. During the moments when he took his eyes away from 
hers to watch the traffic, she tried deliberately not to glance up at 
his name and picture on the cab license that was attached to the 
sunvisor.

She didn't want to know his name. She also wanted him to make the first 
advance. Finally the cab pulled up in front of her building, and he 
shut off the motor. They still had not spoken a word to one another. 
Fawn stared at him in the mirror, making no effort to get out. He 
turned his head and glared at her over his shoulder.

"Isn't this it?" he said, staring suggestively first at her mouth, then 
down at her loose tits that rose and fell in excitement under her thin 
blouse.

She had dressed in such a hurry that she had merely stuffed her bra 
into her handbag. When she said nothing, but simply stared at him, her 
eyes saying, You can fuck me, you can fuck me, please, he repeated his 
words.

"Isn't this it?"

"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered, angry with him 
for forcing her to begin it.

His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers twisted into 
a grin. His eyes drifted again down to the visible bumps her nipples 
made in the fabric of her blouse.

"That depends on where you want to go," he said, staring boldly at her 
tits.

"I want to go crazy," Fawn whispered. She shifted her shoulders 
slightly so that the out-thrusting tit-globes swayed beneath the cloth.

"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"

"I'll bet you can figure that out."

His eyes came back up to her face, slightly threatening, but still 
flickering with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me?"

He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced inwardly 
with fear of him. What am I doing? she asked herself. But at the same 
time his rough, bold manner excited her.

"Because you already know," she said.

Suddenly he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough 
callused fingers along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and smoky. 
"But I want to hear it from you."

Fawn's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against 
her cheek. "I ... I," she tried to speak, glancing down at her shaking 
hands.

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

Struck by his words, Fawn giggled shyly and stared straight into his 
bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.

He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her 
face to her neck, her throat, down to the top button of her blouse. 
Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her eyes with 
his own.

He slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her tits and 
scissoring the tender, swollen nipple with two rough-skinned fingers. 
Fawn gasped.

"I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling her warm aching 
tit. "It's like kidnapping, if you changed your mind later."

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

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her apartment building.

"I have a roommate."

"Maybe she's not home." Now her nipples were erect and throbbing. He 
gently pinched each one, drawing fresh gasps of pleasure from her. "Why 
don't you go up and check?"

Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh god, she prayed, don't be home, 
Staci! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long 
enough for her to go upstairs and check.

"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"

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

She waited while he parked the cab. Then she rebuttoned her two top 
buttons and took him upstairs with her to the apartment. On the coffee 
table was a note from Staci, and Fawn began to think that there must be 
fate after all. Staci had gone to the mountains for the weekend with a 
new boyfriend.

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands 
hanging at his sides, grinning at her as broadly as before.

"She won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice nearly 
choked off with fear and excitement.

Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more attractive 
and more terrifying. He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body, 
with strong hairy forearms and thick humps of muscle in his shoulders. 
His jaw was large and sharp, his dark eyes glittery now with obvious 
lust for her.

She went back and fastened the bolt and chain on the door, so that 
nothing like her interruption of Staci and Danika could happen, even 
though she knew it was impossible. When she turned back to him his dark 
eyes bored into her. "What's your name?" he asked. "It's Ca ... Carol," 
she stumbled. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."

"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you 
mentioned?"

"You could say that."

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

"I really don't know." She looked away. "What would you like ... to do 
to me?"

"Silly question," he chuckled again.

"No, I mean besides that," she said, blushing hotly. "I mean, how would 
you like to ... go about it?"

He cocked his head to one side as if she were a genuine pervert, but a 
beautiful one of course. He pondered her question for a moment, then 
answered forthrightly.

"I'd like to tie you up."

Fawn gulped. God, what have I got myself into? she wondered. "And then 
what?" she asked, feeling her pulse hammer.

His voice was serious, even tender. "Oh, I wouldn't beat you or 
anything, don't worry." He stared at her for a moment as if to say that 
not everyone was a kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the 
one who wants to go crazy. I just want to make sure you can't get away 
while I'm driving you crazy."

Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat crazily in 
her flowing pussy. It's all coming true. I couldn't have imagined it 
any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth?

"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.

"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.

"I don't know. Maybe you would."

Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a wince of 
terror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender to him no 
matter what, and that horrified her. But it would obliterate Eric and 
Danika, everything ...

He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to 
trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just 
want a regular little--"

"No, no," Fawn interrupted him eagerly. "You can ..." She had a hard 
time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life. 
"You can ... tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to 
hurt."

He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room to her and 
again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her cheek. "Only as 
much as you want," he said. "I promise."

"Really?"

"Really."

He took her face in his strong, rough hands and kissed her with a raw 
authority that made Fawn giddy. And while he was kissing her he slid 
his hands down to her buttons again. Within seconds he had her blouse 
off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded them firmly, cupping 
the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing 
nipples.

His lips were chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on 
her tender skin. He kissed her bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper 
chest, and squeezed her tits so hard that it hurt her. But she was so 
weak and dizzy with lust that she didn't care.

His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. 
Waves of heat shimmered through her tits. He held them in his palms and 
dug his fingers into them, lip-pinching her tight nipples and sucking 
them between his teeth.

Fawn put her hands on his shoulder in order to keep her balance. She 
shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, 
pushing her aching tits into his face. She moaned in low animalistic 
sounds from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and rough, grasping fingers 
caused in her sensitive tits and teeth-tortured nipples.

Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling, 
biting her lip, she pushed him away. "I ... I thought you wanted to tie 
me up."

He nodded, and grinned. "You're so beautiful, Carol," her said.

"Thank you."

It was almost comic, she thought, how formal and polite they were. 
Quickly she took him into her bedroom. She pulled down the bed-covers, 
then fished in the waste basket and found a couple of discarded pairs 
of pantyhose. She handed them to him.

He tested them for strength, then nodded. "Perfect," he said. "Take off 
your skirt and lie down."

Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. 
But she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with tremors of 
anticipation. When she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her 
bikini panties and began to peel them down her tawny thighs, he shook 
his head.

"Leave them on," he said decisively.

"But you--"

"Leave them on."

She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again he 
rubbed his rough knuckles against her cheek, a gesture of curiously 
harsh tenderness that made Fawn's cunt gush and itch anew each time he 
did it.

"Give me your wrists," he said.

She stuck out her arms with her wrists pressed together, and he began 
to bind them with one pair of pantyhose. She watched the thick rippling 
muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands.

"Why don't you take off your clothes too," she murmured shyly.

"Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still untied makeshift 
rope go slack around her wrists.

He removed his shirt and Fawn devoured his powerful, athletic torso. 
She loved the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and stomach, 
and the thinner fur on the backs of his shoulders. He unbuckled his 
belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his strong legs in one 
motion.

Fawn gasped softly as his gigantic red prick sprang up, bobbing and 
jumping. It was even bigger than Eric's! A huge monster of stiff 
jerking fuck-meat, its shiny purplish head an angry pulsing balloon of 
flesh. She stared at his massive thundering cock and suddenly knew she 
had got more than she had bargained for.

He stepped forward and pulled her wrists up again, cinching them tight. 
Fawn's flesh turned to hot jelly. She trembled so hard that she could 
barely stay seated on the edge of the mattress. She whimpered with 
fear, unable to take her eyes off his twitching cock.

"God, it's so big!" she murmured.

Gently he pushed her down on the mattress, drawing her bound wrists up 
to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the corded nylon 
through the bars and tied it, she squirmed over onto her stomach, 
shutting her eyes and biting her lip.

Before moving to the end of the bed to tie her ankles, he scooped his 
hand beneath her chin and lifted her face up from between her arms. 
"Don't you want to ... ?" he hinted with his head, indicating that she 
should roll over onto her back.

Fawn shook her head rapidly, with fierce determination. "I want it this 
way," she panted. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh Jesus, do it to 
me, please I want it, I want it!"

He smiled and shrugged, glancing down the smooth bronze expanse of her 
naked back to the high, upcurving globes of her ass, still half-
concealed by the gauzy fabric of her panties. "Whatever you want, you 
can have," he said.

Quickly he moved down to her feet. He ripped the second pair of 
pantyhose in two and tied each of her ankles to an opposite corner of 
the bed, splaying her legs widely. By this time Fawn was nearly 
delirious with need, writhing and moaning with incredible sexual 
excitement.

She felt him crouching between her spread-eagled legs on the bed, felt 
his gargantuan, hot, throbbing cock against the bare back of her left 
thigh as he leaned down over her back and whispered hotly in her ear.

"You're serious? You want it in the ass?"

"Yessss!" she hissed. "Pleeease!"

"Got any vaseline, cooking oil?"

"There's olive oil in the kitchen," she panted, almost out of control.

She felt the bed sink and rise as he left it.

While he was gone she tried to control her feverish panting, tried to 
make her shivering body relax. She wriggled on the bed, feeling her 
stiff nipples ache as the sheet scraped across them, feeling the corded 
pantyhose bite into her wrists and ankles.

She felt the bed sink again as he returned. Suddenly she felt his 
tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs met the bulging 
flesh of her asscheeks. He nipped at her panties, with his teeth. Fawn 
shuddered, whimpering with excitement. Now she realized why he had told 
her to leave them on.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as his teeth nipped at the quivery flesh of 
her ass through the thin cloth.

She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her flimsy panties with his 
teeth. Her pussy burned and flowed. She couldn't keep her body still. 
Her ass bucked and undulated up into his attacking teeth. Oh Jesus, get 
them off! Tear them off, yes!

He managed to rip a hole in them. His tongue slipped through it deep 
into the crack of her ass. Fawn yelped and shivered with surprise.

"Oh! Unneeee! Oh!" she cried out, her flipping ass wiggling out of his 
grip as she writhed helplessly with unexpected pleasure.

Apparently her writhing excited him. He wasted no more time tearing at 
her panties with his teeth. Instead he grabbed the cloth with his hands 
and ripped it apart. Her panties disintegrated into shreds of cloth. He 
clawed at them, baring her asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her 
runny cunt below them.

She felt his breath on her ass, then his tongue dipping into the long 
secret crack of her ass. She squealed sharply as it tickled the tightly 
shut ring of her asshole, then slithered lower. When it reached her 
achy, soupy pussy-lips she really came unglued.

"Unnhhh! Oh yes! Unnnhhh!" she groaned.

He sucked her pussy-lips and jabbed his long tongue up into the 
tingling wet slit of her cunt. She scrunched her face into the sheet 
and up-tilted her ass to his invading mouth and hands, shrieking with 
delight as his harsh tongue scraped the raw bud of her throbbing clit.

Moaning deliriously, she felt him sawing his monstrous cock up and down 
between her cheeks. It would never fit, she knew it! It could never fit 
into the tiny fear-pinched passage where he had only moments ago had 
his long wriggly tongue. She felt the massive fuck-stalk wedged between 
the cheeks of her ass, bursting and throbbing with insane power, and 
gulped with terror.

Then he began to grease her ass-crack with the olive oil. Fawn began to 
shake uncontrollably. Her body shivered with hot tremors, and she 
pleaded with him shamelessly.

"Ohhhhhhh yes fuck me," she moaned, tossing her head frantically. "Fuck 
me, fuck me, pleeeeease!"

"I will, honey, I will," he said calmly, inserting first one, then two 
well-greased fingers into her asshole to open it up.

"Ungghh!" Fawn grunted softly, feeling pain and a wild unfamiliar 
pleasure at the same time.

She gritted her teeth and sucked in her breath. She could hear his own 
harsh panting and knew he was just as aroused as she was. He finger-
fucked her tight asshole for a few minutes, getting it used to the 
idea. Then Fawn held her breath, knowing there was no escape now.

She quit breathing entirely as he lodged the huge bulb of his cock in 
the small opening of her asshole. He held her asscheeks apart and tried 
to inch it slowly into her. At first it wouldn't go in. But he was 
strong, and he pushed and grunted.

"Ohhhh noooo!" she sobbed, feeling unexpected tears squirt from the 
sides of her tightly shut eyes. "Aaaaggghhhiiieeee!" she howled 
suddenly as it popped inside. "Ohhhh! Owwchh! Unngghh! Oh owwwchhh!"

Her whole body erupted in sizzling bolts of electrifying pain. The hot 
pain poured through her body, throbbing and changing into a fierce, 
excruciating pleasure as he slid the rest of his fiendishly huge cock 
into her ass. She was skewered on his massive spiky pole of ass-reaming 
prick.

The pain and pleasure were so intense and intermingled that she thought 
she was going to black out. And it got even worse as he bent forward 
over her, grasping her bare shoulders with his hands. He lunged forward 
into her, burying his gigantic rock-hard cock as deep as it would go in 
the tight flaming channel of her shitter.

Tense with agony and unbearable pleasure, totally impaled on his 
merciless cock, she squirmed down into the mattress, feeling her hard 
throbbing nipples burn into the sheet. She grunted mindlessly with lust 
and impatience, lifting her ass to him, wanting him to rape and ravish 
her brutally.

He now lay slumped on her naked back, his teeth roaming and nipping the 
flesh of her coppery shoulders as he enjoyed the intense pleasure that 
came from her tight ass pinching his burning prick-shaft. But Fawn was 
delirious with need. Fuck me! she wanted to scream at him. Make 
everything else disappear! Just fuck me! She tilted her ass up to him 
and begged him in incoherent gasps and pleas.

"Fuck me, please, fuck me!" she implored. "Unnngghhhh! Ohhh, it's so 
good! Sooo good, unnghhhh! Yesss! Fuck me hard, fuck my ass hard, 
please! Rape me, yes, unghh! Ungh! Ungh! Owwnnch! Oh god! Ungh!"

She egged him on, bucking her hips back into him. Her wildly-twitching 
body flashed with sexual heat as she felt the huge monster sink into 
her ass again and again. And whether it was her words or the frantic 
undulations of her body that drove him into a frenzy, he suddenly began 
to give her what she wanted.

He reared up over her, pulling his prick out to the edge of her 
asshole, grasping her thighs with his rough, strong hands. Then he 
plunged it back into her so brutally that she squealed and whimpered 
with shock, her body erupting in wild shivers of bliss.

She thrashed and wriggled so wildly that the coiled pantyhose on her 
ankles and wrists bit into her skin. Again he slammed his piercing, 
punishing cock into her, and again!

"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned helplessly, her body pliant and submissive. 
"Unnhhh ... Oohhhhhh!"

His hard lower belly slapped into her jouncing, quivering ass as he 
hammered his ass-splitting prick deeply into her. Fawn thrust back and 
up into him with her shuddering hips, taking the full penetration of 
his brutal cock. She pinched and wrenched it with her ass muscles, 
driving him wilder still.

Already she was coming. The hot surging waves of honey-fire poured 
through her writhing body, and she cried out with sobbing ecstasy.

"Unngghh! Oh god, I'm coming! Unngghiiiieeee!" she wailed.

But it wasn't enough for her. She wanted to drown completely in it. She 
wanted a fuck that would totally destroy her, so that nothing in the 
past had any reality, ever again. His hard body crushed her from above. 
His savage hands mashed between her hot tits and the sheet, squeezing 
them brutally, his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples until she 
was shrieking and crying with pain.

Still she swooped her ass up again and again to the pounding 
penetration of his tireless cock. She dug her elbows and knees into the 
mattress and tilted her ass up to him, swirling it in small circles, 
twitching it back into his plunging fucker, grunting as he slammed 
forward and crammed her flaming asshole with it.

The bed shimmied and creaked and swayed like a ship in a hurricane as 
their wet straining bodies clapped together. She felt his massive 
plunging cock grow even bigger inside of her. Now he's going to come! 
she thought. He's going to come too!

She could feel a bigger climax hurtling toward her too. He swarmed over 
her back, sinking his teeth crazily into the flesh of her shoulders, 
clawing her tits with his hands. Each brutal piercing thrust of his 
cock lifted the lower part of her body off the bed completely.

Fawn screeched helplessly, twisting and thrashing as hot whirlwind 
tornadoes of coming wrenched her body. The long ass-murdering rocket of 
his prick exploded deep inside her ass, squirting hot strings of jism 
into her. And Fawn thought she would pass out from the firestorm of 
ecstasy that throttled her.

"Aaggnnhiieeee!" she screamed. "Owwnncchhh! Oh! Unghh! Oggghhh god, 
god! Oh shit, yes, unghhh! Anngghiiieeeee! Aiieeeee!"

Everything disappeared but the killing pleasure of the moment. It was 
what she had wanted, a fuck so fierce and brutal that nothing before or 
after it would ever be the same. They lay still for a long while with 
his cock still embedded deep in her throbbing asshole, both of them 
stunned by the blinding fury of their climax.

She was in a state of collapsed exhaustion when she felt him finally 
slide his prick out of her wounded asshole. He caressed the high creamy 
moons of her sweat-glistening asscheeks with his rough hands, and Fawn 
could feel a twinge of new pleasure inside her cunt, as if she might 
come again, just from the feel of his rough fingers on her ass.

"God, that was good!" she gasped, smiling up at him with gratitude.

He was busy untying her hands and feet, freeing her as quickly as 
possible. When he had finished, she drew him down beside her on the 
bed. Thoughts of Danika and Eric were never farther from her mind as 
she nuzzled his rough cheek and let her hand trail down his body to his 
limp cock.

"Ummmm, I'll bet you rape all your attractive passengers in the ass 
that way, don't you," she purred playfully, giving his enormous cock a 
gentle squeeze.

"Only when they want to go crazy," he replied, now beginning to caress 
her body more tenderly.

In only a few minutes, his cock began to swell and throb again. Fawn's 
body came to life quickly under his hands and mouth. "Why don't we go 
crazy the regular way this time?" she asked him softly, pumping his 
newly stiff prick up toward her wet pussy slit.

"Sounds like a good idea to me," he said.

"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "there never was a better one, honey. Just get 
it in me, quick. I want you to fuck me all night."

She rolled onto her back, her thighs yawning apart to receive him, and 
everything she had worried about before vanished in a hot new surge of 
passion and wild bliss.


The End




  
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