Fawn made her brother leave before Kelley returned from night school.
She didn't trust either of them to ever be able to look at each other any more without instantly revealing the hot shame and thrilling urgency of their mutual lust. By the time her roommate returned, she herself was in the bathroom again, merrily washing her hair under the shower as if nothing unusual had happened. But there was no way she could get it out of her mind, or wash the feel of him off her stilltingling body.
The stormy passion of their shameful, wonderful, forbidden fuck had caught them both by surprise, and had spent itself more quickly than they realized. When they regained their breath and their senses, and Eric rolled off her with a happy moan, Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock and knew that Kelley would not be home for over an hour yet.
Somehow she was both horrified and elated by this realization. It meant that nothing outside themselves would save them, not the clock, not Kelley, not anything. Being fucked by her own brother once, and loving it the way she had, all that was bad enough. But if they did it again …
Fawn knew the guilt would be even worse, but paradoxically doing it with him again would somehow make it okay, too. It would make them lovers in a way one spontaneous fuck could never do. And yet she couldn't restrain herself, couldn't hold herself back from him, but swarmed over him as he lay contentedly sprawled across her bed, nibbling his lower lip, licking the sweat from his hard shoulder. "Eric … Eric, it was never like that for me, never before," she whispered.
He kissed her and sighed as her hand found his long limp cock and squeezed it gently. "Never for me either," he said.
"But it's wrong," she whimpered meekly, "so wrong… I don't know what got into us. I just couldn't help myself, I wanted you so badly, I still do. I still want you. Isn't that awful?"
He grinned, propping himself up on one elbow and running his other hand over her dangling breasts. "How could anything so good be awful?"
And she knew he was right, she knew no one should be able to tell her she was sinful or dirty to have yielded to the sweet joys she had just experienced. If it had thrilled her only because he was her brother, that might be something to worry about. But no, no, she felt this way because he had fucked her like no man ever fucked her before, and that was something you had to feel grateful for, not guilty! With a sharp wince of desperation, she understood that they must fuck again, they must, before he had to leave. Because if they parted now, tomorrow their shame might overwhelm their desire. They might never have this moment again! Fawn couldn't stand the thought of that. If she might never have him again, at least she had him now. He had to fuck her again, right now, he had to know that the first time was not an accident. She had to leave him with something that would tempt him back to her.
So, hoping he was not too exhausted to get it up again, she pushed him onto his back and straddled his waist and dangled her breasts above his face, sweeping her soft thick nipples over his nose and lips. "Eric…
Eric, baby," she murmured throatily, "Kelley won't be home for another hour… a whole hour."
His tongue flicked up at her nipples, making her shiver. "You don't say?" he said, between licks.
"Do you like my body?"
"Ummmmm," Eric nodded, sucking her left nipple into his mouth, trying to swallow it.
Already she was panting, writhing her upper body slowly down into his face. He brought his hands up to her dangling breasts, and hungrily devoured them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her breasts course with heat, her nipples seethe and burst with throbbing as he pinched and twirled them in his fingers, and sucked and lipmauled them roughly. "Do you like my body better than Danika's?"
"Better, much better!" he groaned, feeding her swollen, hanging breasts into his mouth, burying his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut pointing nipples.
Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching breasts down into his mouth, opening her mouth and making tight cawing sounds from deep in her throat. "Nnnngggh… annnnggghhh," she moaned. "Do you like to suck my boobs?"
"Ummmmmm!"
Her cunt was hot and wet with juice again, and she pushed it down into the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his long prick rising against the crack of her ass, feeling it swell and twitch. "Ohhhh… Eric, oh Eric, this time I'm going to fuck you while you suck my tits, like this … aaowwnnggg, oh like this, like this!"
She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit, then slid down on it, impaling herself on the stiff prong of flesh. Giddy with wanton animalistic joy, she fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips, squeezing his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her dangling breasts, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience while his lips and teeth and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples crazy.
Gasping, she wriggled her saliva-wet breasts down into his face and pinched his long lovely cock with her dripping pussy. "Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnh! Eric? Eric? Oh baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"
"Oh yes, yes!" Eric moaned. He clenched the muscles of his pelvis and slammed his prick up into her, his fingers now digging in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass.
"Am I… ohhnnnn oh Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I?
Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good, I don't want it to ever stop!
Unnggh! Tell me… am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me again? Oh please, Eric! OH BABY, I'M ALREADY COMING!!"
The wonderful combination of his hungry mouth mauling her breasts and the huge battering ram of his prick piercing the hot spasming depths of her pussy had brought on her climax before she had even expected it.
Shivering and whooping, she ground her body into his and held onto him for dear life, and felt her body being ripped to pieces with wave after delicious, pummeling wave of coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop, but just dipped and rose and clenched her with fearful hot paroxysms, then subsided, then rose again to bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.
She didn't know if it was soon or long after her first sharp spasm that Eric began to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, and tore up into her from the bed, plunging his prick into her deeper than ever, so that for the first time she felt herself happily wincing with the pain of the huge thing that battered the deep secret mouth of her womb. "Ohhhnn owww! ouch! owwwnnnnnuunnngghh!" she yowled, her body gripped by an even more fierce seizure of coming.
She rode him, and rode him, her body flipping out of control, but he held her strongly and buried his cock in her time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it, pumping every last drop of jism he had in his balls into her.
And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky with sweat, glowing with happily spent lust, gazing at each other with awe, but no longer with guilt. Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock again and saw that they'd been fucking this time for almost forty-five minutes. Kelley would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.
Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her ardently, stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's.
"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding her.
"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth dipped to her breasts for one last thrilling suck at each long nipple.
"Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.
"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.
"Call me?"
"Tomorrow." he said. "If I can wait that long."
But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that. And after her initial hurt passed, she began to understand why. It wasn't so much the shame of what they had done as it was their awesome, overpowering hunger for each other that they had to fear. Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a blistering, burning, pulverizing, wholly uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. Somehow they both sensed that if they gave in completely to this blind, blazing thirst for each other's bodies, they might burn one another up so quickly in the furious holocaust that the whole thing would be over before they knew it. Even though she desperately wanted to see him, wanted to feel his body moving against hers, his hands racing over her bare skin, wanted to take his large pulsing cock into her mouth where it had never been, and devour him, and make him groan and spurt helplessly into her throat, she knew she still had to respect his judgment.
Nevertheless, when a week had passed and still he had not tried to contact her, she grew restless. Part of it was that she felt horny all the time, a kind of gnawing, aching, blood-bubbling horniness that was so persistent it was almost embarrassing. She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men, wondering if they could smell the thick odors of her need, or sense how wet and itchy her cunt always felt, or how her nipples were now always half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra.
When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and exultantly let him fuck her three times in rapid succession, and she came each time and was still not satisfied. This is just ridiculous, she thought, feeling her body crawl with slow fires. I never felt like this before. I don't know what's come over me, but it's got something to do with Eric. I have to see him again. If this keeps up, I'm just going to go crazy.
She didn't want to phone him because she knew the situation with Danika still might be delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself not to blurt out something over the phone about how much she needed him to fuck her, all of a sudden. The thought occurred to her that Eric might somehow have patched up things with his wife, and was afraid to call Fawn because he knew how that would upset the balance. But Fawn wanted to tell him it didn't matter, she wasn't jealous of his wife; she just needed him, she needed him so badly, he would have to understand how much she suddenly needed him, how curiously insatiable she had become.
But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from work had taken a short detour, and was going through Eric's neighborhood, she couldn't resist jumping up and getting off. She knew it was a mad impulse. But she walked directly to his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened to be in the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your big juicy cock, Eric, and have you do unimaginable things to every part of my body with it, but I can't say that, I can't just…
But it was Danika who answered the door. "Oh hi, Fawn," she said glumly, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of crying.
Fawn was shocked out of her reverie. "I… I," she stammered.
Danika gave her a bleak smile. "I suppose you heard about everything."
"I… Eric called about a week ago and… mentioned that you two…"
Danika shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Fawn's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty fights."
Not seeing any way to politely refuse, Fawn followed her sister-in-law into the house. "Where… is he?" she asked, trying not to betray any quiver of disappointment.
Danika pursed her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with sadness.
"Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."
They sat in the livingroom. Danika switched off the TV. Fawn saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.
"Let me get you one," Danika said nervously, seeing Fawn's eyes on the pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."
"Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically. She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely, sitting here drinking a martini by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon.
And Danika seemed defensive about it, too. From the kitchen she shouted, "I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I'm not just sitting here getting soused all the time." She returned with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," she half-giggled, "I only had one. So far. And I waited till five o'clock. Just being a good girl. But I took a few days off from work, just because I was feeling so bad. Trying to get myself back together, you know. But around this time of day it gets a little hard. You understand, don't you?"
"Sure," Fawn said. Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that she really didn't know much about the situation at all. She knew she had not listened very carefully to Eric, being first so involved in her sexy childish memories, then swept up by her mysterious urge to go to bed with him.
"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika said, briefly but genuinely embarrassed. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day. So I…"
Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over it. She had it buttoned all the way to the throat, and it was not a sexy garment at all, but more like a little girl's fluffy robe, completely concealing her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on her feet. Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. She really couldn't doubt Eric's word, or her own earlier suspicions of the girl, but Danika certainly didn't seem like any kind of sexpot right now.
Instead she was shy, and anxious, and pretty, and sad, and lonely, and Fawn found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Danika, timidly.
"What's there to talk about?" Danika's eyes filled with quick tears, but she blinked them back. "I'm sure Eric told you what a bitch I am."
"Are you?" Fawn said calmly.
But Danika couldn't hold back the tears. She began to weep softly, her lovely face flushing with sadness. "I don't know," she sobbed quietly,
"I just don't know. I suppose I am."
"Eric said you were having an affair with his best friend."
Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep sob. "I was. Oh Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand! I wish even I could understand! I love Eric, not the other guy, but somehow I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me, but I was just going crazy for this other guy all the time." She shook her head wildly, seized by a torment of weeping. "I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"
Fawn gulped her martini, and felt her face grow hot, felt herself blushing, saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa, Danika was wracked with sobs, biting her fist, choking on her tears. Having someone to listen to her had brought up all her pain and confusion. And Fawn knew that she herself was not blushing for Danika, but for what she heard her sister-in-law saying, which was so close to her own predicament. Oh, I understand, Danika! she thought. I understand more than you think.
"I knew it was wrong… but there was nothing I could do!" Danika wept. "I couldn't stop myself!"
"I know, I know," Fawn soothed her.
"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"
Fawn got up from her chair, went across the room, and sat next to Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shuddering hands between her own and cradled it and soothed it. Then she poured each of them a fresh martini from the pitcher. "I know," she murmured to Danika. "I just know, that's all. You have to believe me."
Danika gazed at Fawn through her tear-glistening eyes. "You mean something like that has happened to you?"
Fawn nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she thought, feeling very sad. If you only knew.
Danika smiled through her tears with temporary relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her head rested on Fawn's shoulder. She began crying softly again. "Oh… I don't know why that makes me feel better. But it does… in a way."
Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on Danika's moist nape, massaging her tenderly, comforting the girl, drawing her ever closer, until Danika was nestled against her, sobbing quietly now into her shoulder. The salt smell of Danika's tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body made Fawn feel curiously sad, too, and she put her arms around Danika and embraced her, feeling strange soft unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Danika's tear-stained cheek against her bare neck.
"It's okay, okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her back through the quilted bathrobe. "We can't explain it, sometimes we just have to give into it…"
Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn her eyes strangely murky with unmasked questions through the film of hot tears. And Fawn pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a lingering, reassuring kiss there. Then, without really knowing what she was doing, she lowered her lips to Danika's eyes, kissing away the tears, then to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. And when Danika raised her mouth slightly, and Fawn's lips found it, everything seemed so warm and natural and throbbing with strong emotion that they were deep into the kiss before either of them knew it. Their lips curved together with aching tenderness, and the slow lingering beauty of their kiss went on and on until Danika's lips imperceptibly parted as Fawn's tongue slipped into her mouth. Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own, felt herself sizzling with excitement and desire as their embrace grew tighter, their hands more urgent as they groped for each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes.
When their lips finally came apart, Fawn found her own eyes filling with warm tears she didn't understand.
"You're crying," Danika murmured, brushing Fawn's cheeks with her lips.
"I know."
"Why are you crying?"
"I don't know," Fawn shook her head. But this time she shut her eyes with happiness when Danika's mouth found hers again, and held the girl's body tightly, feeling Danika's hands rubbing her back through her thin blouse.
This time they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency, and when the kiss broke off they were both gasping. They gazed at each other, their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous. "I…
I've never done that," Danika said. "I mean, never kissed a woman." Her face was flushed, but her eyes still murky.
"Neither have I," Fawn whispered.
"I want to do it again."
"I… do, too. But… what if we don't stop?" We might as well face it right now, Fawn thought wildly. We know where we're heading, we shouldn't play cute about it. God, she thought, god! I never thought anything like this would happen to me!
"Do you want to stop?" Danika asked shyly.
Fawn shook her head. She closed her eyes and felt Danika's lips on her neck, dipping down to her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth again. This time instead of simply kissing they drank each other, their mouths and tongues thirsty with passion, their bodies squirming together on the sofa.
Fawn knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Eric, it was her and Danika. but her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing, snaking wet tongue drove her nearly wild with excitement. I don't care! she thought. I don't care about anything, I just want her, I want her so bad! She slipped one hand between the buttons of Danika's robe and found her loose breasts, warm and smooth and spongy against her rubbing palm, the nipples tantalizingly soft and swollen as she clipped them gently with her fingers.
Danika sighed, and moaned against Fawn's teeth, and sucked her lower lip. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whispered huskily, "Are we going to fuck? Are we really going to do it?"
Instead of answering her, Fawn withdrew her hand and rapidly began to unbutton the robe, exposing Danika's firm lovely round breasts, lowering her mouth to the first wide brownish nipple that popped into view. She flicked it with her tongue, and licked the soft areola that was already flecked with tiny excited bumps, then sucked the springy center bud between her lips, sucking, sucking gently, sucking the whole large nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, feeling it stiffen and point. She had never had her mouth on a woman's breast before, but strangely enough she felt no shame or guilt, only a joyful surge of warmth and passion. She cupped Danika's firm beautiful breasts in her hands, admiring their almost perfect roundness, filling her palms with their warm smoothness, feeling the blood beat in her throat as she closed her lips again and again over the erect, blood-engorged nipples.
Danika sank into the back of the sofa, and tossed her head, mewling, whimpering, smiling dreamily and moaning as Fawn's lips and tongue and teeth plucked and pulled at her taut pulsing nipples. Hers must be even more sensitive than mine, Fawn thought, excited by the way Danika squirmed and moaned under her mouth. And baby, oh baby, your tits are so beautiful, they're so beautiful, I almost can't believe it. I don't even want to go anywhere else, I just want to stay here and suck you and drive you crazy. Fawn twisted and pinched the thick springy wet nipples with her fingers, and Danika writhed, and cried out, her lovely face torn with sweet pleasures.
"Oh Jesus God Jesus it's never been so good, never!" Danika groaned.
She opened her eyes and stared hotly at Fawn. "I want to take your clothes off." Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton Fawn's blouse faster than it could be done.
"Not so fast," Fawn calmed her, helping with the buttons herself.
"I want it fast," Danika panted.
Fawn slipped her blouse off her shoulders and reached behind to unfasten her bra. "But we can have it slow," she whispered. "As slow as we like."
But Danika's eyes were swimming with desire. "I want it fast! Fast, I want you fast, quick, before we change our minds."
"Oh, we won't, we won't, how could we?" she murmured, watching Danika's eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off her arms and her naked breasts came into view. She sighed as the girl reached out to touch them.
"They're so white against your tan," Danika murmured, almost awestruck, squeezing Fawn's warm tingling nipples. "Oh, Fawn, I thought what I did with Eric's friend was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me, but it wasn't. This is! I've never felt anything like this!"
"Oh baby, I haven't either, I never have, ohhhh… ohhhhh!" She couldn't restrain the moans that came from her throat as Danika lowered her head and began softly licking and sucking her sensitive nipples.
Now it was Fawn's turn to shut her eyes, lie back, and enjoy for the first time the sweet sensations of another woman's mouth and hands on her breasts, to feel them ache and pulse as Danika rubbed and squeezed them. Danika pulled with her soft wet lips on Fawn's thick rosy nipples until they burned delightfully and grew tall and spiky. Then she scissored them with her fingers, and rolled and plucked and pinched them lovingly, and sucked them again, more sharply this time, driving Fawn absolutely crazy with sweet pleasure.
Both of them now were gasping, writhing, driven by urgent desires, and Fawn slipped her arms around Danika's bare back and pulled the panting girl against her, feeling their firm naked breasts mash and squirm together, her own tight nipples still wet with Danika's warm spittle.
She burrowed her searching tongue into Danika's ear, and stroked the smooth silky flesh of her back, kissed and gently bit her long creamy neck, humming low senseless husky sounds, murmuring into her sister-inlaw's hair. "I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you, ohhh I want to fuck you…"
Danika, almost breathless with lust, slid down Fawn's trembling body and tore at the belt of her miniskirt, then reach behind and unzipped it. "Ohhh baby," she moaned, "I want all of you, all of you, quick, I want you quick" She peeled Fawn's miniskirt and her panties down Fawn's long golden legs in one rapid movement.
Now Fawn was completely naked, and shivering with anticipation. Trying to control the shaking of her body, she watched Danika slip out of her half-open bathrobe and skim her lace panties down her tawny thighs.
Then she took the girl back into her arms, both of them keening and moaning with deep emotion now as their smooth supple bodies coiled together. She ran her hands down Danika's long lovely back to her buttocks, and squeezed them, and ran her finger up and down the warm crack between them.
Gazing into Danika's flushed, passionate face, digging her fingers into the springy round flesh of her quivering ass, Fawn was gripped for the first time by the reality of what they were doing, what they were about to do. In a few seconds I'll be sticking my tongue into this beautiful girl's cunt! she thought. The hot sweep of her blood rushed even faster as she realized it.
Hot tight tremors seized her body as she tried to relax, to yield herself to the pleasure of Danika's mouth and hands, which were exploring every inch of her naked flesh, and descending, kissing her ribs and her flat silken stomach. "Ohhnnnn… ohhnnnn, god!" she moaned. "Let's do it on the bed, baby, on the bed. I can't move enough here."
She wanted to have Danika at the same moment that Danika had her, and yet the feel of Danika's firm, insistent hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart, and Danika's mouth on her panting belly, on her twisting hips, was almost too lovely to bear, and too good to stop. Her pussy was dripping with juice, burbling with fire. But the sofa was too small to hold their two trembling, squirming bodies with any comfort.
Fawn felt cramped, but Danika was blazing with urgency, sliding between Fawn's spread thighs, her tiny sharp teeth nibbling the soft secret flesh.
Fawn struggled up to a half-sitting position. She jostled Danika's head until the girl glanced up at her. "On the bed, honey, on the bed!"
"I want you!" Danika gasped.
"I want you, too!"
Her eyes glazed and pulsing with lust for Fawn, Danika nodded. "Okay.
Hurry."
They got up from the sofa and went quickly to the bedroom. Fawn shut the door behind them while Danika went to the bed and stripped off the covers. Fawn embraced her again, standing at the edge of the bed, and they stroked each other and sank slowly down onto the cool sheet, coiling together with slow smoldering sensuality, now free to move in whatever way they wished.
"Ohhh now nowwww," Fawn murmured, running her hands all over the sweet trembling smoothness of Danika's curvy body. "Ohhh I love your body, I love it. You're so beautiful. Now we can fuck, now we… nowwwww, oh yes now."
She scooped up Danika's round breasts and slurped the wide brown nipples again with her tongue, but Danika swarmed over her so intensely that she could not hold onto the girl. Fawn realized that neither of them had ever done this before, and they were a little clumsy at going about it. She wanted to eat Danika's cunt just as much as Danika wanted to eat hers, but before she could squirm around into a good position for it-her whole body convulsed with joy as she felt Danika's mouth passionately kissing her wet crack!
"Unnnnhhh… ohhhnnnnohhhhnnn ohhh god! ahhhhhhh!" she cried out, her hips jumping and gyrating helplessly as sensations of honeyfire unlike anything she'd ever felt shot through her flowing, hungry pussy.
Feverishly her fingers grasped and stroked Danika's body, her waist, her long silky back, her smooth high ass, but when Danika's tongue slithered into the depths of her aching cunt she nearly gagged with joy, and dropped her hands, and yielded her body completely to the girl. She wanted to fuck Danika too, but for the moment there was nothing she could do about it. Her own body shuddered and rippled with flame, she was delirious with desire. Danika's tongue searched and probed the squinchy wet meat of her burning slit. She felt it rasp against the taut, shrieking bundle of nerves in her dilated clit, and made crazy cawing sounds in her throat, writhing and moaning, rotating her quivering pelvis instinctively, thrusting her soupy cunt up into the invading mouth of her sister-in-law.
Weak and trembling with hot delight, Fawn whimpered and moaned and surrendered totally. Fuck me, eat me, I don't care, do anything to me, honey, Danika honey, anything you want! It's so fucking good, it's never been like this! She heard the quick lip-smacking sounds Danika's mouth made as the girl thirstily gobbled her seething, juicing pit, heard Danika's low humming moans and grunts, felt the girl's fingernails biting into the flesh of her thighs and buttocks, and it all whipped her lust into a more fiery whirl. Her fingers found Danika's bobbing head, and feathered her hair spastically, and grasped through to her scalp. She pulled Danika's mouth into her juicy cunt, clamped Danika's head in her bucking thighs and squeezed it, trying to bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that ripped through her quaking body. They were like one writhing, flipping, striving, whooping body, with Danika's tongue stabbing her clasping wet furrow, and Fawn rolling helplessly on her back, groaning the sweet torment of her fuckjoy at the ceiling.
She knew she would come, any second now she would come, but she didn't want to, she wanted it to go on forever. Ohhhh, make it last, make it go on and on! "Ohhhnnnn Jesus honey… Danik… Dan oh Danika unh! unhhhh! Ahhhhhgggg! Oh! Yes, I'm going to… come, come, come… ohhhhh I'm going to-"
And Danika had wanted to go on forever too, but when she sensed Fawn was close she went for the hard burning berry of Fawn's clit, and nearly swallowed it. Fawn exploded. She screamed and knew she was dying. "UNNNEEEEE! OHHHH! AIIEEEEE!" she screeched, her body roasted and pulverized by hot clenching spasms. Her climax ripped her apart, tore at every tender raw nerve, and she lay burning and shuddering and sobbing uncontrollably as it wrenched her with shock after shock.
Somehow she lost control of everything, blacking out in the torrents of coming that gripped her, for when her mind cleared she found herself staring into the long red wet gash of Danika's cunt, not knowing how she got there, her head filled with the thick musky odors of Danika's overflowing cuntjuice.
Surprised that the power of her still-throbbing orgasm had done nothing to diminish her desire, she felt the hot blood beating behind her eyes, in her eardrums, and stared with fascination at the lovely glistening red wound that blossomed in readiness for her kiss. She licked the puffy slick cuntlips on each side of the gaping red hole in the center, and Danika's hips suddenly flipped into quick bucking motions, her ass wriggling, her thigh muscles flexing as she groaned and whinnied, digging her frenzied fingers into the rumpled sheet. "Aauunngghh… uunngg!" she grunted. "Fast. Do it fast. Hard! Do it fast and hard, baby! Oh yesssss, like that, agggghh!"
Danika's splayed pussy was shiny with juice, her cuntlips swollen and engorged with hot blood. Her hips rose and flipped and bounced so spasmodically that Fawn could hardly get her mouth on the lovely creaming slit. Still, she pressed her face into it and jabbed her tongue deep into the tangy clasping channel, poking and piercing and tongue-fucking the girl for all she was worth, slurping and gobbling the juicy feast of Danika's sizzling pussy.
Fawn had never put her mouth on another woman's sopping wet, gloriously blooming quim before, but she dug and rooted in Danika's slimy, delicious trench with her tongue, bringing gargled yelps of joy from her sister-in-law's passion-clotted throat. The mewling and whimpering sounds Danika made, and the helpless rolling and writhing of her lovely body, jacked up Fawn's giddy lust to higher and higher levels. Moaning and humming with crazy seething hunger, she devoured Danika's shimmering red gash, licking the delectable mushy wet folds from top to bottom, sucking the swollen vulva between her lips, lip-mauling Danika's clenching, juice-streaming pit, and tongue-jabbing the girl to death, sucking the pulsating wet string of the girl's distended clitoris till Danika screamed and thrashed wildly, her hips bucking and surging, her body tensing and flexing and flashing toward her orgasm.
"Unnnn… nnuuunnnnn," Danika groaned, demented with frenzied need.
Fawn sucked and tongue-raped the girl's flooding tasty pussy, thirstily swallowing the buttery juices, reeling as she inhaled the thick witchy odors, but it was all she could do to hold the flipping, squirming girl down. Though small, Danika was strong, and her hips quivered and bucked off the bed, flinging her cunt up into Fawn's rapacious mouth. Fawn grasped at Danika's flexing thighs, at the gyrating bones of her flipping, jerking pelvis, trying to hold her steady. She dug her fingers into Danika's round clenching buttocks, and Danika whooped with joy. "Oh god oh god yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth. "Squeeze me, squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits! Aauunnnnnnn!"
Her strong thighs clamped Fawn's head tightly in her wet crotch. She wheezed and pumped, ground her pussy into Fawn's mouth, and Fawn slid her hands up to the girl's rolling hard-nippled breasts and caught them and squeezed them, hanging on as if she were only there for the ride, her lips tightly fastened around the slick swollen nub of Danika's clit, as Danika began to come in great rolling waves of spasming honeyshocks. "Ohh! Ohh!" Danika half-screamed. Her body was a fury of wrenching, undulating tremors. "YAIIIEEEEE! UNH! YAIIIEEEEE!" she screamed, coming and coming with terrifying, murderous intensity.
Danika moaned and writhed and came forever, it seemed, but Fawn hung on to her, burying her tongue in the hot creaming depths of her sister-inlaw's come-shattered pussy, milking delightful hot throbs out of Danika's swollen aching breasts with her hands. When the shocks subsided, Danika was still gasping, her lovely face torn with the beautiful agony of her climax. Fawn slid up her moist body and kissed her mouth, and stroked her, and noticed new tears in Danika's eyes, tears of overpowering emotion, and kissed them away. This is how we started, she murmured to herself, this way, by me kissing away your tears. But now they're different tears, aren't they? Because we didn't realize we could give each other this.
"Fawn…" Danika wept softly, still startled, it seemed, by the ferocious intensity of the orgasm she had just experienced. "Oh baby, oh Fawn, you know what we've done. We'll never be able to stop now."
"Do you want to stop?" Fawn licked Danika's earlobe. She reached down with her hand and gently rubbed the puffed tender cuntlips she had just been so happily and busily half-swallowing.
Danika winced with pleasure, and gasped again. "Oh no, oh no, never!"
"Is anybody coming over tonight? Have you got anything planned?" Fawn whispered urgently into the ear she was kissing.
"No," Danika's voice quavered.
"Then why don't we go drink another martini, and have a bit to eat, and settle down to a long slow all-night fuck? How does that sound?" She smiled as she felt Danika's cunt already moistening again, her hips involuntarily rolling up into Fawn's softly stroking hand.
Danika bit her lower lip. Her eyes were flooding again with renewed desire. "God, I just don't know if I can wait even that long."