Fawn stayed the night. Around midnight, when the two of them finally fell into exhausted sleep in one another's arms, neither she nor Danika could have counted the times they had each come. Fawn was simply flabbergasted by what they had done. Maybe that's the reason you're not supposed to do it with another woman, she thought. Because she knows how to fuck you so good, and she never gets tired. I mean, she can just go on doing it to you, and you can do it to her, until neither of you can lift a finger anymore. I mean, Eric fucked me better than any other man ever has, but it couldn't have been as good as this. Could it?
She couldn't decide, she didn't know. All she knew was that her body had never before been wracked by such an endless flow of joyous spasms in such a short space of time.
After the thrill of their first climaxes subsided, they did as Fawn suggested. Danika slipped back into her robe, found another one for Fawn in the closet, and they went back to the living room and drank another martini. By this time it was getting dark outside, so Danika pulled all the drapes tight and lit some candles and put on some music.
The music and the gin made Fawn feel so good that she stood up and started dancing in front of Danika. Her body under the borrowed robe felt warm and graceful, more sensual than ever, and she swayed in the soft candlelight before Danika's fascinated gaze, letting the robe swish open to expose her naked bronzed thighs, her long tapering calves. Then she turned her back to Danika and loosened the sash, then whirled around again, letting the soft flickering light bathe her breasts and flat smooth belly. She ran her hands over her body, and moaned softly, then shed the robe entirely and danced naked in front of the girl. Soon Danika, half-hypnotized by her martini and Fawn's murky, irresistible sensuality, stood and began to dance, too, and opened her robe, too, and slipped out of it and kicked it across the room. Like Fawn, she caressed her own body, and the two naked girls circled each other in the glowing candlelight, swaying in time with the music, yearning and swaying and teasing one another as their bare, excited bodies drew close together, then tantalizingly slipped away.
They danced until the record played itself out, and when Danika went to change it, Fawn whispered, "No."
"No?" Danika's lips quivered; she licked them. "No?"
"No." Fawn embraced her and felt the supple smooth curves of Danika's bare body pressing urgently into her own, and their hands raced over each other's naked flesh as if they had never felt it before, though only minutes ago they had been deliriously coming together in the bedroom.
Humming, moaning, panting, they slumped to the rug there in the center of the livingroom floor with the candlelight flickering golden shadows over their naked flesh. "I want to fuck with you, I'll just never get enough of you. Never!" Fawn murmured thickly, sliding her lips down Danika's body, devouring her sister-in-law's dark glimmering nipples.
Within seconds they had squirmed into position for sixty-nine, with Danika flat on her back on the rug and Fawn crouched over her, pushing her throbbing breasts into the girl's smooth heaving belly, and dipping her tongue lovingly into the tangy splayed seam of Danika's runny cunt.
She felt Danika's arms and hands encircling her own hips, clasping her ass, drawing her pussy down, felt the hot slithery tongue sliding into her own achy pussy, the hungry lips plucking at her swollen clit, and she writhed and dug her fingers into Danika's clenching asscheeks and buried her mouth in the girl's sopping wet slit. They squirmed heatedly together, groaning and thrashing with sweet need and bliss, their hot shuddering bodies welded together with coming, and more coming, more and more happy shattering spasms.
After that they fixed something to eat, then took a bath together. And in the bath they suddenly found themselves going at it again. They were both so insatiable that they seemed constantly to be steaming and sizzling with lust and desire for one another, and when Fawn began lathering Danika's sweet smooth voluptuous brown body with soap, she felt the need bubbling up in her again. One of her hands found Danika's mucousy vagina under the bath-water, while the other grasped and slid over the girl's slippery breasts, and she fingerfucked the girl until the echoing sobs of her orgasm were reverberating with deafening intensity off the bathroom tiles. While Danika was tenderly drying Fawn off with a towel after the bath, she stooped and pried apart Fawn's moist glowing buttocks and ran her skillful tongue up and down the crack of Fawn's ass until Fawn was shivering and whimpering with unaccustomed delights. At the same time Danika thrust two quick fingers into Fawn's cunt from the rear, and kept licking her ass-crack, and reaching up with one hand to tweak and scissor Fawn's damp, excited nipples, while her fingers plunged rapidly up and down in Fawn's boiling pussy. Fawn's knees grew so weak that she had to grab a towel rack to keep from falling, but she spread her feet and thighs, and pressed her cheek against the tiled wall, and sucked on her bottom lip as she gyrated her hips down into the fast-flying hand. She came standing up, gagging joyously on the sweet sharp sensations that fled through her trembling body.
After the bath, they went back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. They shared a joint, which somehow lit the fires of their lust again, but this time they were no longer urgent and driven by fierce, quick hunger for each other. Instead they moved languorously together, and calmly stroked and nibbled and sucked and kissed one another's bodies, taking a smoldering, fantastic joy in pleasuring each other, in bleeding long slow dynamite orgasms out of each other. Just when it seemed to Fawn that neither of them would ever be able to come again if they didn't stop soon, she would feel Danika's body clench and grow taut, and hear the soft splendid cawing in her throat, feel the hot tremors roll through her as she shimmered through yet another climax.
She herself would be surprised by them, as she lay on her back in a warm smoky haze of sensual delight, feeling Danika's loving lips curving into the wet tingly folds of her cunt, feeling the soft rolling waves of honeyfire, then groaning, wailing, digging spastic fingers into the bedsheet as the explosions burst again within her and wrenched her with coming.
At times they dozed, coiling together, letting their exhausted bodies rest, but soon they would find themselves kissing again lazily, then not so lazily. Soon Fawn would find herself whooping and flashing through still another climax. She would swarm over Danika's palpitating flesh until she too was whimpering again in the throes of a hot, throbbing orgasm. By midnight there was nothing they could do but sleep a dreamless sleep, but in the morning when they awoke it was the same thing all over again, and they each climaxed twice before even getting out of bed.
"My god," Fawn sighed against Danika's bare shoulder, "we've got to stop this." Her body felt deliciously raw and achy, but she knew that if she didn't have to go to work she would stay in Danika's arms all day, lesbian-fucking until her brains melted and she went blind and deaf from repeated coming.
"I know, I know," Danika sighed back, shyly. "I never knew anything like this was possible."
Quickly Fawn dressed while Danika made her a fast cup of coffee in the kitchen. They gazed murkily at each other while Fawn drank it. "I can't believe it!" Fawn said to her sister-in-law. "I still want you. I still do!"
"You could… call in sick," Danika said tentatively, but smiling suggestively, licking her sensual lower lip.
Fawn shook her head. "We can't let it get control of us like this."
"No. I guess you're right." Danika went over to her and took the coffee cup out of her hand and kissed her mouth. "But you have to promise me something." She slid one hand beneath Fawn's miniskirt, caressing her silky inner thighs, pressing it against the gauzy fabric of Fawn's panties, already wet again with cunt-juice.
"Ohhhnn!" Fawn moaned. "What do you want me to promise?"
"We have to do it again. I mean… at first I was scared to death, but now I don't think I could stand it if I never got to fuck with you again."
"I know. I feel that way too. But what about Eric?" Suddenly Fawn felt gripped by an exciting and horrifying double-shock of guilt.
Danika panted into her ear. "Screw Eric!" she said. "Just let me fuck you and fuck you forever, and I'll never think about Eric again."
Fawn was late for work. She disengaged herself gently from Danika. "I have to go. Oh baby, I have to go. But soon, soon. I'll call you, we'll do it again. Soon. I promise."
But in the coming days, as Fawn began to think over the appalling things she had done, she began to realize more and more not only that it was totally wrong, but also that she shouldn't let herself be tempted to do it again. All right, so it had been fantastic. She had never experienced anything in her life so good as fucking with first Eric, then Danika. (God in heaven, she thought half-hysterically, think of what it would be like to be in bed with both of them at once! I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd go crazy with happiness. Oh god, I can't let myself think that way, I just can't!) The fact that it had been fantastic was nothing compared to the fear she suddenly had of the absolutely insatiable hunger of her body. Never before had she felt such hot, continuous, crackling lust as she felt for those two. Never before had she been able to come so splendidly, so many times, as in their arms. She feared now that merely being in a room with one of them would make her will power completely evaporate.
She would become a hot whimpering jelly of uncontrollable fuck-hunger.
Somehow that was not only dangerous, it was also humiliating. It was like being in their power, and not having anything to say about it herself. They could fuck her, rape her, do anything to her, and all she would want is more, more, more!
She couldn't let that happen. So for nearly two weeks she went without any sex at all. And during that time she tried to put both Eric and Danika completely out of her mind. She even tried to put her boyfriend Jeff out of her mind, too, even though he was obviously hurt and bewildered by her coolness. To her he was more or less an irrelevance, since all the skill in the world would never make him the kind of lover Eric or Danika had been to her.
But Jeff was persistent. He wouldn't give up easily, and he demanded that she explain her rejection of him.
"It has nothing to do with you," she said to him one evening when he dropped her home from work.
"It doesn't?" he snapped. "Then I'd sure like to know what it has to do with."
"Never mind. It's just not you, that's all. You'll just have to be satisfied that I'm telling the truth." Her roommate Kelley was home too, bustling around in the kitchen, and Fawn didn't want to discuss it in her presence.
"I guess I'll have to," Jeff snapped again. "I'm sure not getting satisfied in any other way."
"Oh Jeff, all you think about is balling. It won't hurt you to take a little rest from it for a while."
"That sounds so easy for you to say. Are you sure you're not getting it somewhere else? If you're going to be so honest…"
"I'm telling the truth! Are you calling me a liar?" She realized that by shouting at him this way she was sounding extremely defensive. But she was telling the truth, at least from a strict point of view. During the two weeks she had been refusing Jeff she actually had not fucked with anyone else.
Her roommate Kelley came into the room, and that made them both twice as nervous and irritable. Kelley was a lovely red-haired girl with a nice compact figure and extraordinary long milk-white legs. She was more shy, less outgoing than Fawn, and that made it possible for them to get along well, especially since it turned out that the men who were attracted to Kelley usually preferred her type over Fawn, and vice versa. But for some time now Fawn had been aware that Jeff found Kelley attractive. Her own actions over the past two weeks had now given him a chance to exploit her awareness.
"You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Kelley said, with an impertinent smile. "Would you like me to leave or something, so you can kiss and make up?"
"Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Kelley," Jeff said. "Then Fawn can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice cubes and finally be happy."
"I don't care," Fawn snipped, acting aloof, but sulking and smoldering with jealousy. "Go ahead, I don't care."
"Look, you two, this is idiotic," Kelley said. She grabbed her purse and her coat from the armchair by the, door. "I'm going out. I have a few things to do, I'll probably be gone about an hour."
"You don't have to leave, Kelley," Fawn said nervously. For a brief moment she felt as if she'd rather have the fight that was going on than the sex that was probably inevitable if Kelley left.
"Oh yes I do," Kelley smiled. "Yes, yes I do." She shut the door behind her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.
With Kelley gone, Fawn became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck her, then she would let him fuck her. She couldn't deny, after all, that she liked him. She'd been going with him a long time. They'd had good moments together. Certainly Jeff couldn't help it if Eric and Danika had somehow got into her life and screwed up all her feelings, making her realize things about her body she had never known before.
Besides, she had to admit to herself that she was a little horny, too.
It had been a while.
Suddenly she found herself thinking of his cock. During the past two weeks she had been mostly thinking and worrying about her amazing and appalling lesbian adventure with Danika. The Eric thing was always in the back of her mind too, but more worrisome to her was the bewitching intensity of her night with her sister-in-law, and what it must mean.
It was not pleasant to think you really might be a lesbian at heart.
She refused to think it. Now, as she found herself thinking about Jeff's cock for the first time in weeks, she realized that here was a way to test herself.
She walked over to him, suddenly all pliant and warm, and offered him her mouth, slithering her tongue between his teeth almost before he could embrace her. He kissed her back, and dug his fingers into her springy ass through her skirt, and mumbled against her ardent, moving lips. "I don't know what's going on with you, baby."
"Oh, do you have to, do you have to?" she murmured back, quickly unzippering his fly, feeling the thick gristly stalk of his penis thump against her fingers through his cotton briefs.
"I don't have to, but I'd like to," he panted.
"What else would you like to do?" Swiftly she dipped both hands under the elastic band of his briefs and dug deep, twirling his big soft balls gently in her fingers, stroking the hot pulsing shaft of his cock. "Never mind, don't answer that," she murmured.
She sank to her knees and groped at his belt buckle, while in one skillful motion he pulled off her pullover sweater, over her head, off her arms. His eager hands found the bare tanned skin of her back and shoulders, his fingers scrabbling for the catch of her bra, but before he could unfasten it she had stripped his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Her fast hungry mouth was all over his red twitching prick. He gasped. "Right here?" he panted.
"Right here." She clasped his hips and pulled him down onto the living room floor, and took his fat blood-jumping prick all the way into her mouth until the swollen bulb on the end of it nudged the uvula at the back of her throat. Then she drew her lips slowly up and throbbing ripply stalk until she got to the ridge below the flaring head, and lip-pinched it, and stroked the velvety, sensitive prick-head skin with her tongue, feeling his whole body wince with pleasure, hearing his delighted groans. She took it out of her mouth, holding the shaft firmly with her fingers, and licked it and bathed it in warm spit.
"Ohhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I baby. So mean, so mean. But I won't be mean now. Do you want me to drink your come?"
"Unnggh," Jeff groaned, too aroused to speak, his thick red prick twitching and pulsing with urgent need.
He still had his shirt on, and his shoes, and his ankles were trapped in the crumpled cloth of his pants, so that only his tense legs and hips and his big blood-thundering cock were exposed to her. And that was just what she wanted. She wanted to feel like she was love-raping him, she wanted his prick, she wanted to cradle it in her hands and lick it and swallow it. His fingers clasped at her bare neck and shoulders, tugging spastically at the straps of her bra, but she squirmed away and devoured his stiff penis so eagerly that he could do nothing but fall back and moan and thrust up into her busy mouth.
His wet prick pulsed with crazy hot urgent life in her hands. She stroked it from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked his balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, swirling her lips over them.
"Oh, I'm going to find out if you've been a naughty boy," she murmured, slurping and swallowing the clear warm juice that leaked from the purplish head. "How close are you, baby? Ommm wommm wommm," she dove on his jumping shaft. "Have you been sticking this beauty in someone else?
Or have you been pulling him off, just waiting for me?"
"Oh Jesus, Fawn!" he moaned. "You so good, so good!" His firm strong hands held her by the sides of the head now, held her steady, and he drove his raging cock up into her throat, making her gag and splutter with delirious delight.
Fawn loved it. She loved it with a whooping, flashing, soaring inner joy that completely obliterated all her earlier fears. In the giddy flood of her desire to suck off this big wet twitching prick, she forgot about everything else, about Eric, about Danika. Her own body flushed with coursing waves of heat. She could feel the juices of her sizzling, flowering cunt wetting her panties, feel her thighs shaking and clenching involuntarily. Her nipples were already erect inside the cups of her bra, and she sighed and whimpered and squirmed her naked midriff against his jerking, hairy knees and thighs, and sucked the head of his rearing prick so fiercely that he cried out.
Oh Jeff! she keened to herself. Oh Jeff, squirt it into me, feed me with it, feed me! Stick it in me everywhere, keep it hard, please, please make it stay hard! After you come you have to fuck me, you have to rape me! You can do anything you want to me, baby! But right now I'm going to pull it out of you. Oh yes, oh yes! Are you ready? Have you been saving a big load just for me? Oh, feed me with it, baby. Feed me!
She laced her fingers around his pumping red stalk of meat and felt it grow even stiffer, hard as granite, fierce with power against her lips and tongue, felt it extend and point, felt his whole body grow painfully taut, felt the rough strength of his hands shoving her head down, down, down. His prick rammed viciously into her throat, and she dove on it, and gobbled it insanely, groaning and sucking with a sharp rabid intensity.
"Aaowwnngg! Unngg!" Jeff wailed aloud, cramming her mouth with so much of his jism-bursting cock that she thought he might split her face open. But she went crazy with happiness as he exploded into her. She drank the warm viscous rivers of his come as they poured down her throat, and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers, and squeezed his balls, and sucked the flaring head of his spurting penis.
The hot jets of his semen jumped into her mouth again, and again, and he groaned and thrashed on his back, up-fucking into her throat, wheezing and trembling as the last ounce of seed came hurtling up to sluice her waiting tongue.
When he had no more to give her, and his lovely prick began to go limp in her mouth, she let it go and slithered up his body to kiss his cheek. "Was it worth waiting for?" she asked coyly.
Jeff seemed still stunned by the surprising mouth-rape she had administered to his damp tingling prick. "That was worth anything," he gasped.
"I don't know what came over me."
"I don't either, but I hope it comes over you again."
"I've been feeling so sexy, so horny lately. That's why I was so afraid of it. That's why…"
"You don't have to explain, Fawn," Jeff said, siting up and reaching around her back to unfasten her bra.
"No," she said still coy, pulling away before he could unclasp it.
"What do you mean, no?"
"Let's do it on the bed."
He grinned. "I don't care where we do it, as long as we do it."
She jumped up and did a seductive pivot in front of him, showing him her long, bronzed, shapely legs, grinding her hips playfully, suggestively. "I want you to fuck me in a special way." She pranced off toward the bedroom.
Jeff scrambled to his feet, disengaging them from his crumpled trousers, his limp ropey prick beginning to thicken and swell again between his thighs. He stripped off his shirt as he followed her. "What do you mean, a special way?"
"You'll see." She shut the door and submissively turned her back to him, finally presenting the clasp of her brassiere to his fingers.
An idea had occurred to her. While sucking Jeff's prick, she had realized that it wasn't as long or fat as Eric's, but she hadn't cared.
It had been so good in her mouth that nothing had been more important than its driving, pulsing, squirting power. Anyway, a few men in the world could have a cock as huge as her brother's. Maybe the glorious fucking Eric had given her had been caused by the hot shame and delicious guilt they both felt while they were doing it. She wanted Jeff to fuck her, in the same way Eric had, with her ass perched on the edge of the bed and their feet on the floor, so that she could get the same sensation of being absolutely split open and ripped to pieces by his hammering, driving prick. Half-reeling as she already was with the smoldering lust that drinking Jeff's come had whipped up in her body, she persuaded herself that half of her problems would be solved if only she could get him to fuck her with as much fierce authority as her brother had.
She was so hot and trembling with anticipation that she was already mewling and shivering and weak-kneed as Jeff removed her bra and cupped her smooth, excited breasts with his hands from behind. He kissed the nape of neck and the skin along her shoulders, and goosebumps broke out all over her. Her cunt was absolutely squinchy with warm buttery fluids. "Jeff, oh Jeff, you can do anything to me!" she moaned, feeling his hungry lips on her neck, his fingers pulling and tugging her aching nipples.
"I will, I will!" he panted.
Soft and pliant and melting with desire, she let him turn her around and enfold her in his arms. He unzippered her skirt and slid his hands under the gauze of her panties to squeeze and grasp her buttocks. She moaned, and shuddered. It was going to be like it had been before, she knew it! She wanted to be fucked like that again, but she also knew the blistering intensity of it was so great, she feared she might not be able to stand it.
Jeff's cock was already huge and thundering with blood again, and her eager fingers raced to it and grasped and squeezed it, but Jeff was in control now, not her, and he skimmed her panties off and placed her on her back on the bed. His hands and mouth went to her throbbing, swollen nipples, then down her long sleek belly, down further, sliding into the wet pit of her crotch. With his fingers he drew open the slick outer lips of her flowing pussy, and he kissed it lovingly, then thirstily, stabbing his tongue into her burning slit until she was going mad with flaming need.
She was bursting and seething with uncontrollable desire, but she had to make him fuck her in the same way, she had to! "Ohhnnn, ohnn god, Jeff, oh it's so good, yeasssss!"
She writhed and moaned, and rubbed her hot quivering body all over with her hands, loving every delicious sensation he licked and sucked to life in her wet pussy. Rolling and tossing and bucking wildly on the bed, his head clasped between her thighs, her own frantic hands squeezing her aching breasts and nipples, she was already coming in light fast skimming tremors, and she lost all thought of her plan to have him fuck her the way Eric had. Her body crawled with fire, and when Jeff finally loomed up over her, hooking one of her legs in each of his arms and pressing them back so that her knees nearly touched her shoulders, she could only shiver with excitement as she gazed up into his determined lust-torn face. Her body was bent almost in half, her heels flailing helplessly in the air above his head, and the whole wet glistening red seam of flesh in her crotch was splayed and puckering.
She had never been fucked that way, and arrows of fear zipped through her as she felt her body cramped, bent double, so that she could barely breathe, felt the tops of her thighs mashing into her own spiky nipples and crushing down on her breasts as Jeff rose over her and plunged the shaft of his prick so deep into her slippery channel that she squealed with hot shocks of surprise. "AAIIEEEEE!!" she screamed. "Ohh! Unhh! Oh god yessss! Unh! Unh!"
Her bent body acted like a living spring as he rammed his cock fiercely in and out of her. He fucked her so furiously that she thought the bed might break under them. It rocked and shook and creaked, and she gasped for breath each time he rose off her, then felt the air forcibly squeezed out of her lungs as he pierced her again with the downthrusting hard pipe of his penis. Jeff locked his strong arms behind her neck, grunting and ramming her full of his prick, rising even higher up over her, lifting his knees off the mattress and digging his feet into it, jumping up and down on the resilient spring her buckled body made, digging so deep into her fire-burbling cunt that she thought the head of his surging cock might burst through her battered cervix.
Never before had he fucked her with such grinding, merciless passion.
Just as she had love-raped his cock minutes earlier with her mouth, now he was love-raping her creaming pussy, reaming it, ripping into it, piercing and skewering her into a torment of bliss with his ravaging thrusts. He dug it into her and she squealed with joy. Then he lifted his hips and jabbed it to her again. Again she squealed. She loved it, she wanted it to go on forever! Now that she was used to her body being bent double, she found she could flex her thighs and hips in rhythm with his sharp, hammering plunges. Panting and growling with crazy desire, Jeff rose out of her, and she clenched the muscles of her legs and wiggled her ass in a wild frenzy, pinching the head of his cock with her wet clasping pussy. Then she yielded and moaned as his hard, driving body slammed down onto her again, pinning her knees against her shoulders, squashing the air from her lungs, his fiery prick drilling to the bottom of her exploding cunt.
Whooping and gasping for air, she began to come in gigantic rolling bursts of fire. The hot honey sped and flashed through her, raking her nerves, burning her throbbing flesh, turning her juicing plundered pussy into a sizzling trench of sharp, shattering explosions.
"UNNOWWNNNGGG! OOOGH! UNNGGH! UNNOWWNNNGGG!" she howled as the spasms tore through her flayed, writhing flesh.
She was being drilled, not fucked. He was drilling her, drilling her, drilling her, his cock a huge iron tool that riveted her squirming ass to the bed. She coughed and gasped for breath, and tore at his shoulders with her nails, gagging with each hot burst of fuck-joy that raced through her helpless shuddering body. Suddenly the fierce hot iron drill his prick had become began to erupt too. "Ungggunnggghh!
Agggh!" he grunted, splitting her cunt into pieces with new, savage, jerking thrusts. The hot thick jets of his sperm spewed into her squishy, spasming pit, sluicing it, bathing it with hot sharp squirts of boiling jism.
Gasping, sighing, trembling with fatigue, they finally came to rest.
Fawn was still pinned and bent double under him, his still-twitching prick still sunk deep inside her tingling cunt. She held his head in her quivering hands, and loved the sound of his gasping, and bit her lower lip, feeling soft uncontrollable tears spill past her eyelids now that the frightening intensity of their fuck was settling out into sheer amazement, the warm flow of happiness that came with the release of tension.
"Jeff!" she gasped, kissing him passionately. "Why didn't you ever do that to me before?" In the back of her mind she was thinking that if only he'd fucked her that way long ago she might never have got involved in fucking with her own brother.
He withdrew his sagging cock from her dripping pussy and climbed off her. "Live and learn," he grinned.
She drew him down on the bed beside her and embraced him, stroking the shredded flesh of his shoulders where her fingernails had torn the skin. "I thought your prick was going to go all the way through me and come out the other side," she said.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all, not at all. I loved it! I have half a mind to hold out on you again, just so I can get you to rape me that way every time."
"Every time? Jesus, we'll kill each other."
She coiled around him, feeling kittenish, and nuzzled his neck with her warm lips. "Ummm, but what a lovely way to go."