The following day Eric phoned Fawn at work. "She says she doesn't want to see me," he said. "She never wants to see me again, she said. She doesn't need me."
Fawn had thought something like this might happen. She herself thought anyone who would turn away Eric had to be crazy. She even suspected she was half-crazy for having come up with this scheme to straighten out Danika and make her own life more healthy at the same time. But now that the plan was in motion she really couldn't just say, "Oh well, let's just forget about it, then. Come over tonight, big brother, and fuck me till I die with coming." She couldn't say that because it would put them right back where all the mess had started in the first place.
"Look, Eric," she said, "it's natural for her to act a little snippy about it like that. She hasn't seen you for a month and a half. She's probably hurt and guilty and sorry and all sorts of things, and she doesn't know how to tell you."
"She didn't sound very confused to me," Eric said.
"Believe me, she is, she is." Fawn realized that Danika was taking this new-found lesbian stuff very seriously. But then, she realized, she had known that all along; it had been one of the central reasons behind her scheme to bring them together again, for how could Danika, after a good ripping reunion fuck by Eric, ever again deceive herself that she was only hungry for other cunts, not pricks? Again Fawn's jealousy made her wince slightly at this realization, but again she pushed it down and tried to forget it. "Look, Eric," she said, "let's try it this way.
Tonight after work I'll drop by there and kind of soften her up, have a talk with her, get her in a good mood. Maybe I'll get her to talk about you. Then you just drop by yourself about twenty minutes later, and we'll see what happens."
"I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Eric said.
"I know how much she needs you," Fawn repeated. I know how much she needs to be crammed full of your beautiful, incredible cock, she said to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs it even more than I do.
Fawn realized the truth of her words even more when she got to Danika's house that evening after work. Her sister-in-law answered the door slightly tipsy, and completely nude. Not only that. When she glanced past Danika into the livingroom, Fawn glimpsed another naked girl-raven-haired, dark-skinned,-struggling hurriedly into her clothes, which were scattered on the floor.
"Fawn, what a surprise!" Danika giggled.
As usual, it was very hard for Fawn to take her eyes off Danika's beautiful naked body, and for that matter she was mesmerized by the sight of the other girl too. But she quickly regained control, and whispered harshly at her sister-in-law. "Danika! What are you doing here!"
"Just having a little party," Danika smiled. "Come on in, join the party. How about a martooni? I've already had tee martoonies myself."
"Close the door! Everyone in the neighborhood's going to see you."
Quickly Fawn pushed past her and shut the door behind her. "Who the hell is that?" she asked Danika, nodding at the other girl, who had dressed with such embarrassed speed that she was nearly finished.
"That's Maria. Would you like to meet Maria?" She leaned close and whispered in Fawn's ear, her breath hot and smoky with gin and sex.
"She's really good in bed. Only she bites and scratches."
"Get her out of here!" Fawn hissed under her breath. In spite of herself, she felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening, and she knew that a part of her now regretted that Eric would be arriving soon. The thought of another three-way girl fuck with Danika and this lovely dark Maria who bit and scratched made her head reel, and her blood gush. But that was only another of the messy impulses she was trying to overcome by her plan.
Danika, however, misinterpreted her. "Oh, are you jealous, Fawn?" she said, obviously delighted. "You want me all to yourself?"
"I want to talk to you about something," Fawn said. "Please put some clothes on and get that girl out of here."
"Shhhhh!" Danika bent close to Fawn's ear, hushing her. "You might hurt Maria's feelings. "This is only our second time, and believe me I need her. You've got Kelley, you know. And now that you two have gotten so thick that you don't need me any more, I just…"
"Danika, Danika, calm down. Please calm down." Fawn stroked her cheek, trying to soothe her sister-in-law, who was on the verge of some sort of tipsy hysteria.
Maria stood behind them, glancing nervously at the front door, her escape. Fawn saw that she was truly lovely. Her dark eyes flashed with dazzling Latin fires, and she had a full-lipped sensual mouth that was so incredibly succulent that Fawn felt her cunt flushing again with juice against her will. But she pulled Danika aside, and stepped away herself, clearing the way to the door.
"Maria, this is Fawn," Danika said, her voice quavering, shy.
"Hello, Maria," Fawn said. She knew her eyes were saying, I want to fuck you too, I really do, and you can bite and scratch me too, all you want, but right now we can't, sorry, sorry, sorry…
"Hi," Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly she went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut.
Now Fawn and Danika were alone. "Put something on," Fawn said to her sister-in-law, trying to keep her eyes off the lovely body that had always given her so much pleasure.
But Danika resisted. She cupped her full tawny breasts in her hands, raising them, offering them to Fawn, squeezing the ripe firm globes so that her long dark nipples flared and swelled. "You mean you don't want me?" she said coyly. "I can't believe that, Fawn. I can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at me, why won't you look at me? You can't just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take her place.
Come in here and let me give you a drink." She went into the livingroom, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoning Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew huskier. "Sit here and have a drink, and while you're drinking it I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt softly until you explode. How does that sound?"
Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. In fact, it sounded absolutely great to her, and it was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in. "Put something on, Danika. Please."
Danika turned her face to Fawn, smirking flirtatiously. "Oh, I get it," she grinned. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then sort of peel each other, right?"
"I don't think you need another drink."
"I'll put on my peignoir, how's that?"
Fawn had to go along with her. Any way she could get Danika to cover her nakedness would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank off half of the martini Danika had poured her in one gulp, something to steady her nerves. Danika went to the bedroom and returned moments later wearing a sheer peach peignoir that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had been when naked. The filmy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body and concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to make them more tempting than ever.
But at least she had on a semblance of clothing. She sat on the sofa across from Fawn, stretching out her long sleek legs in full view, and poured herself another martini.
Fawn gritted her teeth briefly and decided to plunge right into it.
"Danika, Eric called me," she said.
"He called me too," Danika said. "Big so what."
"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to him."
"That's right."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. I almost told him that over the phone, only I thought it might hurt his feelings. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that, since you're his sister and all that, but anyway it's true, what the hell. That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me, the thing that started this whole business. Just to teach him a lesson. You've got to have more than a big dong to be a good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. I guess that's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that, you must feel the same way."
"No. I don't."
"You like fucking with me, and with Kelley. You can't deny that. I saw the way you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. It's a pity. You shouldn't have scared her away. We could've had such a good time together. She's a wild woman, you wouldn't believe it. I've still got scabs on my back where she scratched me the first time. I came so hard I thought I was going to die. You love it, you don't have to lie to me."
"But I love fucking with… Jeff, too," Fawn said, almost slipping.
"Oh sure, but it's never as good as-"
"Yes it is," Fawn interrupted. "Look, Danika, didn't you ever stop to think that if you had Eric, you could still have Maria too, or me, once in a while?" This was Fawn's pet theory about herself, and she wasn't altogether sure it was true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, testing it to see if it sounded any better.
"That's sick," Danika giggled.
Fawn couldn't help laughing too. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess."
Danika put her empty martini glass down decisively on the table.
"Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about it any more. Come into the bedroom with me and let me rape you slow and good."
Fawn shook her head and saw Danika frown with puzzlement, but at that moment everything was settled by the ringing of the doorbell.
"Shit!" Danika snapped. "Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know," Fawn said. "But you better put something on over that sexy nighty before you answer it."
"Shit on them, I don't care," Danika said, half-stumbling toward the door. She opened it and saw her husband. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my own runaway hubby. Hello, runaway hubby. Did you come back to get the rest of your socks?"
Eric said nothing, but glanced over his wife's shoulder at Fawn, who shrugged. "Can I come in?"
Danika stepped aside. "It's part your house too, isn't it?"
Eric came into the livingroom, looking very uncertain and nervous.
Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence of too many martinis. But strangely enough, her graceless stumbling only enhanced the amazing beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full breasts swayed wonderfully from side to side, and the gauzy cloth slithered over her high buttocks, and swished up around her golden thighs. Both Fawn and Eric caught themselves staring at her bare flesh.
Fawn turned her eyes away, not willing to reveal herself too much, thinking, now's about the time I ought to go.
But Eric kept staring at his wife, obviously undergoing a reawakening of his desire for her.
"Here." Danika bubbled, "let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh silly me, I'm too drunk to do it. Fawn, why don't you pour big brother a drink, okay?"
"Okay." Fawn poured Eric a martini, trying to ignore the questions his eyes were asking her.
Danika seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead she was brash, bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get away with them. She flaunted her tantalizing half-nakedness at both of them. "God, Eric," she said, "you're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't tell me you haven't had another woman, hundreds of women, in all this time."
Eric grinned ambiguously, and shrugged.
"I think… I'd better go now," Fawn said, setting down her empty martini glass and standing up.
"No, don't go," Danika said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone."
Suddenly she hopped up from the sofa and fluttered over to Eric, and kissed him full on the lips, hard and passionately. Eric was very surprised, but he kissed her back warmly, and instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling breasts through the filmy peignoir.
Danika broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach. "See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?" She looked at Fawn, her eyes flickering with clever spite.
Fawn stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now. "No, I'm going," she said, trembling with nerves and hoping it didn't show. But at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited, and she didn't want to leave at all; she wanted to stay and see what happened.
She didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Danika had slumped to her knees on the floor between Eric's knees and was clawing at his belt buckle. "Fawn's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she muttered half-crazily,
"and I was telling her what a big one you have, that's why I call you big brother, get it? Here, let me get it out where she can see it…"
Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move, both appalled and excited by Danika's unpredictable wildness. Eric was obviously stunned, too. He grabbed Danika by the shoulders and shook her. "What the hell are you doing!" he shouted.
Danika smiled kittenishly. Her hands crawled back into his crotch and she squeezed it. Eric winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and anger. "What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred, unzipping his fly, tugging his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under the elastic of his briefs and grasping his bare, bulging cock.
"I… I'm going now," Fawn panted desperately, feeling her pulse hammer. But she was still unable to move, unable to stop looking.
"Oh don't go, don't go," Danika laughed brightly, quickly dipping her head into her husband's groin before he could prevent it, and scooping his long ropey veined penis out with her hands, kissing and licking the thick pulsing tube of flesh. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, and began to jump and rise. Fascinated, Fawn stared at it from across the room, watching Danika playfully squeeze and pump it, then close her sensual mouth over the head of it and give Eric a sharp passionate suck. Again Eric winced, gasping with pleasure.
"Come over here and see it, Fawn dear," Danika chattered on, stroking Eric's magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so much, so come here and see this one. It's a beauty, I have to admit that, yummmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty." She swallowed the flaring purplish head of his rigid cock again, rotating her mouth on it.
Eric had initially been as shocked as Fawn, but now he seemed to be willing to let events take their course. Little could happen that was more bizarre than what had already happened, and while Danika sucked and toyed with his huge stiff cock he glowered hotly at Fawn, challenging her, inviting her, daring her.
Fawn was rooted to the spot, her body trembling and surging with strange hot desires, and she began to move slowly toward them, as if drawn by the mysterious hypnotic power of Eric's murky gaze, and the spectacle of Danika devouring his red, rigid, throbbing prick. It was wet and glistening and ridged with bulging veins, thick and long and jumping with a life of its own, and she remembered having it in her mouth just yesterday, and gulping down the fluids that had burst from its striving head into her thirsty throat. And Danika now was no longer playfully pretending to enjoy it, she was really enjoying it, diving on his cock, gobbling it, squeezing the fat stiff shaft of it with her fingers.
She glanced up at Fawn, who was now standing just over her. "See, see," she whooped, breathless, half-mocking and half-delirious with passion,
"see big brother's thing, isn't it big, like I said? Do you want to kiss it and suck it, too? Here, get down beside me and we'll both kiss it together. Won't you like that, Eric? Or better yet, why don't you fuck her, why don't we both fuck her together? Oh, Fawn baby, let us do that! Please! Let us both fuck you!"
Fawn's mouth was dry, her cunt flooding and gushing with juice, her blood thundering, but she could do nothing but stand there over them and stare, helpless, quivering with fear and shame and desire.
Everything had gone completely crazy, but she couldn't flee, as she knew she ought to do. Something held her there.
While Danika appealed to her, Eric had grasped his wife's peach peignoir in both hands at the back of her neck, and now with a deliberate, fierce, methodical gesture he ripped it in two, the tear in the cloth opening down her naked back, the gauzy gown falling in soft rags around her arms, leaving her totally naked. He stood up, yanked Danika roughly to her feet, embraced her, pressing her body fiercely against his, and dug his fingers into her bare buttocks.
"Eric, no. Eric, no!" Danika whimpered, shaking her head against his shoulder, trying to wriggle out of his grasp as she felt his feverish, urgent hands racing over her naked back and hips and ass.
"You're my wife and I want to fuck you," Eric growled. "I don't know what's going on here, everybody seems nuts, but I know I want you, baby, and nothing is going to stop me. I'm going to fuck you."
Danika kept wriggling to free herself from his strong embrace, hissing at him, shaking her head. "No, no, no! I don't want you to fuck me. I want her to fuck me! I want Fawn!"
"What?" Eric said, his voice torn with lust, but tinged now with puzzlement. For a brief second he relaxed his grip on his wife, and she jumped free of him.
Danika stared solemnly at him, and suddenly Fawn knew she was going to say something dreadful. "She's done it before," Danika said. "We've done it a lot," she whispered, enjoying the bewilderment that suddenly spread over his face.
Oh god! Fawn thought, panicking. Oh god! Eric stared at her, asking her with his eyes if it was true. And she knew her face gave her away. Her lower lip trembled, her eyes watered, and she nodded. But at the same time she was furious with Danika, because she couldn't understand her sister-in-law's motives at all. She had seen Danika devouring Eric's wonderful massive erect prick only moments ago, and she had known the girl wasn't faking. Danika had said this only to cause more trouble, and the situation now felt more dangerous than ever.
But oddly enough, the bewilderment on Eric's face seemed to pass away quickly, replaced by a hard, half-amused glint of determination in his eyes, and a snarly acceptance in his mouth. His huge prick was as stiff and tall and gigantic as ever, jumping and thundering, and he nodded, nodded crisply at both girls. "All right," he said. "All right." He glared at Fawn, both with contempt and desire. "Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You heard her," he said, indicating Danika with his head. "She wants you to fuck her."
"But that's why I got you over here," Fawn whispered shyly, nervously.
"To cure her of that. She needs you, Eric, you!"
He grinned, stripping off what remained of his own clothes. The sight of his hard, tanned, muscular body made her blood rush and reel through her. "But she wants you," he said, still grinning.
Pleased with herself, Danika smirked at them as she stood back and watched the whole twisted drama unfolding.
"I… I," Fawn stammered, now knowing for certain that she could never leave. Her body was burbling and boiling and seething and reeling with fuck-hunger, steaming desire for them both, and she wanted to tear off her clothes and melt against them and feel them ravaging her. Without speaking, she began nodding at them, her mouth trembling as she gazed hotly at their two naked bodies, at Danika's full swollen breasts and sleek smooth stomach, and at Eric's stiff rearing cock. With trembling fingers she began to unbutton her blouse, and when they saw her doing it they both approached her, and began helping her, and before she knew it they were frantically peeling her clothes off, and their mouths were on her naked flesh, their hands groping and probing, squeezing her throbbing breasts, digging in her dripping crotch. She nearly swooned on her feet, gasping, moaning, yielding and pliant between them.
When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly down the hall to the bedroom, and lay down on the bed, squirming together.
Somehow as they settled onto the mattress Danika became caught between Fawn and Eric, and now she became the focus of their most passionate caresses, their hungry striving flesh, their hands, their sucking, kissing mouths. Fawn and Eric swarmed over her, and she surrendered to them totally, rolling onto her back, splaying her thighs, revealing the slick squishy red wound of her cunt.
Danika's naked writhing body always drove Fawn absolutely wild with desire, and this time was no different. She ran her hands down the silky skin of Danika's legs, and crouched between them, pressing her lips to the soft smooth skin of Danika's inner thighs, grasping her sister-in-law's legs and holding them steady as Danika moaned and squirmed. Fawn glanced up the girl's pitching, wriggling body and saw Eric scooping up the firm flesh of his wife's breasts in his hands, mauling the stiff large nipples with his lips, bringing shuddering sobs of joy from Danika's constricted throat. His rough masculine hands and mouth all over her upper body seemed to drive her wild with delight, and she groaned and murmured senseless sounds to him, scrabbling in his hair with her fingers, arching her back as if to throw her flushed breasts up into his face.
Bursting, blinding flashes of hot excitement and sex hunger gripped Fawn in the stomach, raced through her body, burned in her gushing pussy. She had never been as aroused as this in her life! Her body trembled nearly as much as Danika's, and she began to moan almost as loudly as she ran her extended tongue up and down the puffy inflamed wet meat of Danika's vulva, then pressed her lips fully against the greasy sopping-wet pussy and frenched it unmercifully, stabbing deep into the tangy clenching channel, slurping and lapping it, gobbling it, lip-chewing the delectable slimy cuntlips and wantonly gulping down the copious flow of warm buttery juice.
"Unngghhuunngghhhh!" Danika grunted and moaned, thrashing, her pelvis jerking up into Fawn's devouring mouth. "Ohhhhnnnnn! Ooooh! Ooooh!"
Fawn felt the bed shift under Eric's weight as he manipulated Danika's pliant, supple body, turning her onto her side, getting behind her.
Danika's flexing thighs scissored together against Fawn's head, making it harder to get at the steaming, sizzling wet pussy she was so hungry for, so she began kissing Danika's smooth palpitating belly and her flat sleek stomach, moving up the girl's helplessly quivering body to her jiggling breasts, the tall dark nipples wrinkled and erect with passion, still wet from Eric's saliva.
Her own wet cunt was coursing and burbling with prickly fires, but somehow she didn't mind postponing her own satisfaction, because she knew it would come. For the moment it was Danika's squirming sweat-damp naked body that consumed her, and kneaded the girl's firm round beautiful breasts with her fingers and tongue-raped the stiff sensitive nipples and sucked them down into her throat, making Danika howl and groan with pleasurable agony. At the same time, Fawn somehow realized that she was only a third party to what was actually going on between Eric and Danika. She had been so consumed with lust for the girl that for a while everything had been blotted out but the achingly beautiful feel of Danika's vibrant, responsive flesh under her mouth and hands.
But now she became aware that they were communicating to each other, not so much with words but by the touch of their bodies and the involuntary moans and murmurs they made.
Danika tossed her head from side to side, wincing, mewling softly, biting her lower lip, hissing as she sucked the breath past her clenched teeth. "Nooooo… nooooo," she moaned, but half-dreamily, her face transfixed by mingled fear and desire, agony and joy.
Eric had already turned his wife onto her side, but now Fawn felt herself being half-pinned beneath both of them as he pushed Danika over farther. "Oh yessss!" he grunted softly at Danika. "Oh yessss!"
"Eric, please!" Danika begged.
"Ungg!" Eric grunted, panting, struggling.
"OH! OWWWCH UNNHHH! UNH! OOOOOOOH!" Danika shrieked as her whole body suddenly stiffened, and tears sprung out of her tightly shut eyes. "Oh Eric! ERIC! NO NO NO! AAGHHHHIIEEEE!"
Fawn squirmed out from underneath Danika, whose body suddenly grew tense and spasm-ripped beyond belief as Eric flung her flat onto her stomach and reared up over her. Fawn looked up and bit her fist with shock and awe. Eric's whole body was a bronzed clenched hunk of rippling muscle, his face torn with unbelievably fierce desire and savagery as he ripped his huge prick into his wife's uptilted ass. Half of the massive gristly stalk was already sunk in Danika's rectum, and his strong thumbs parted her glowing buttocks and he slammed into her again, and again! Incoherent sounds of pleasure-pain were smashed to pieces in Danika's throat before they could escape. She was completely impaled, pierced and skewered on his fierce, rigid pole, and he drove it into her like a steel spike, over and over again.
Stunned by awe and fear and fantastic excitement, Fawn could do nothing but watch as Eric viciously ripped and reamed his wife's asshole.
Danika's spastic, clutching fingers grabbed and crumpled the sheet, and tore it, and she burrowed her face into the bed and whooped and pleaded soundlessly. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her face pale with shock, but at the same time her expression was still suffused with an oddly sublime and dreamy sort of joy, and her moans were not only those of pain but also of deep animalistic longing. "Unnnnn… unnnnn," she groaned mindlessly, slumping forward with each killing, powerful, ripping thrust of Eric's ferocious cock slamming into the depths of her ass.
When she fell forward limply onto the bed, Eric's firm hands grasped her hips again and roughly pulled her ass back up, tilting it at the angle he wanted. Then he drilled it viciously again with his thick fiery shaft, sinking his long penis so far into the girl that Fawn thought no one could possibly stand it. Her own asshole clenched tight in sharp nervous spasms of sympathy each time he dug his cock into Danika's ass, and her drippy cunt felt sprayed with singing sparks. She reached down and stroked her wetness, feeling her buttery itching cuntlips greasy with hot sex-slime against her fingers.
Fingerfucking herself into pulsing flashes of sex-fire, she watched Danika suddenly change and begin bucking her ass back into Eric's piercing thrusts, and grinding her hips, gritting her teeth and moaning in a low, gasping, guttural voice at him, "Ohhh fuck me, yesss! LIKE THAT, unnhhhh! oh god! god, Eric baby! Fuck me in my… ohn! ohhhhh Jeesussss! fuce me in the ass, oh yes! oh yes! Anngghh! Unh! Unh!"
The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Fawn could barely stay on it. She crouched beside the two locked lovers, shuddering and moaning along with them, digging in her seething crack with two fingers, pinching her erect clit until she was already coming in soft preliminary jolts, driven crazy by the half-tortured beauty of Danika's come-shattered face. For Danika simply began to explode visibly with orgasms, and she slumped forward yowling with joy, writhing insanely into the mattress and biting the sheet, while Eric pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgent fury as he, too, began to come.
The strangled but earsplitting cries that both of them made were deafening to Fawn. Danika flipped and shuddered out of control beneath her husband's powerful body, and Eric reared up like a lust-crazed horse and buried his huge prick in his wife's rectum, his face nearly pulverized with joys as the hot spasms of his squirting organ gripped him.
"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself murmuring desperately, her whole body trembling, bathed in feathery fires, streaming with come-need. She plunged her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, and she came, but it was not the way she wanted to come. She lay there beside them rippling with small waves of self-induced coming, but she wanted what they had had together, she wanted to be simply murdered and split and pierced and shattered with orgasms, and she stroked and finger-raped herself trying to bring on the big ones.
Nevertheless, it was a temporary relief to her. She felt somehow slightly cheated, but not terribly angry about it. She lay next to the two exhausted lovers and whimpered with them, caressing them, kissing their still-feverish flesh, knowing there would be more, more for her, if she refused to be impatient.
Eric's prick finally grew limp and was ejected by the tight, violated muscles of Danika's rectum, and he rolled off her and turned her around to his face and kissed her. Then Fawn kissed her, and none of them spoke because the experience had been so supreme-especially for Eric and Danika-that words would only ruin it.