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.