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Subject: Animal Antics 027 (01/06)
Date: Sun, 02 Feb 1997 19:48:40 -0500
From: (Ken Nestle)
ANIMAL ANTICS 027
Chapter 1
Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school
class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself was a
pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would come over
while Staci was gone.
Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax him
into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table, anywhere to
break up the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town at a
business conference. All in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked
being alone once in a while and had little opportunity for it.
She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now. And even
though she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex was
still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do
it, she couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about the whole thing.
Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity
into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really
don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace
and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair. And maybe sip
a glass of wine and watch TV a little.
As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her
bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she
went into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for the
tub to fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and placed
a shower hat over it.
When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down
at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was that
it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body closely. At
other times Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was locked, somehow
made her nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow wrong or even
filthy to touch her own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the
moist folds of her cunt. She was afraid she might shudder or moan softly,
and Staci would overhear her. Not that she ever masturbated any more, of
course. No need for that what with Jeff fucking her ears off four or five
times a week.
All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked
body in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that
made men, all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff, for
instance, groan and twitch with lust from the moment he touched her naked
flesh until he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.
While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and
stood with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the
bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At
twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.
Her skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast
between tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept her
body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected
it from the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy, marvelously white and
tempting.
Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep
of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes
thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She had
large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones that
swelled out from her tits.
She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. The full
perky curve of her taut ass was amazing. Her firm round tits were just the
right size, her large nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly
down the silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the
deep puckered cup of her navel.
Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. One
side of the hand mirror gave back a magnified reflection, and she slipped
this side between her spread thighs. Fascinated, she gazed down at the
huge pink-lipped slash of her own pussy.
The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only half-blossomed
at this point. They revealed only hints of the fiery-red wet inner slit
they protected. The small heavenly button of her clit was half-hidden up
under its pinkish hood.
Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting
them farther. She inserted the finger all the way into the warm greasy
depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle.
Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated the finger, and with her
thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching
it in the mirror. The magnification made her cunt look huge, red and wet,
and her fingers enormous, probing it. She shut her eyes, whimpering
softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight.
Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two
fingers fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly, her breath came
so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-mirror in
place.
Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in
her flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering uncontrollably. In the
door mirror she noticed her glazed eyes. Her long nipples were tight and
erect.
Oh God, I think I'll do it! she said to herself. I think I will, I'm
going to do it!
"Ahhhhhhh ... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.
Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. She was so involved
with the decision she had made, to bring herself off, to make herself come
right there, that at first she didn't notice the water on the floor.
But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. She was shocked out of the
trembling hot sexuality that gripped her. Then the water poured over the
mirror itself. Fawn gasped, and turned her head. Water was spilling
rapidly over the edge of the tub.
"Oh shit--!" she cried out. "Goddamn it! Shit!"
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, then yanked up
the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was
submerged in water.
Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with tears at her own
foolishness, she snatched towels from every available rack and began
mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying tub,
then sopped up more water. She was so angry and busy at the task that at
first she failed to hear the doorbell.
Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew
angrier. "Goddamn it!" she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door,
finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still
totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. She slipped
into it, then tried to control her panting and her anger as she walked down
the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric
there when she opened it.
Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation.
But the look on his face told her that he felt even more down than she did
at the moment.
"Only me," he said, glumly. "Can I come in?"
"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind him.
But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into
the living room, nervous, jumpy.
"Have you got anything to drink around here?" he asked.
"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine."
Fawn pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back
over her shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got to
her bath.
"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.
"What's the matter, Eric?"
With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the
half-empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured
him a drink from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey
thirstily.
"Danika," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two
months. I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a
hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."
Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to
her. Fawn refilled it with the pale golden liquor.
"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to
get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending
toughness to mask his misery.
"I don't want you to get drunk at all."
But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her own
foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join him. Not
to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for
a little while. To help him forget.
She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do
this. And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she had
suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from the
beginning that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would never be
happy with only one man.
Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural
eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual allure
that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For her small
size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From the start
Fawn had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.
Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time for
Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I told
you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support. And it
would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.
"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of
party is this with only one drunk?"
Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."
She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then
clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into the
living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the easy
chairs.
Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn
listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right
moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she
began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than satin,
because it was so slippery.
It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees.
But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it
loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part of
the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more
and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.
Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of
the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly
across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her inner thighs
as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making an excuse to get
up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and tingly that she really
couldn't decide.
In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time
remarkably relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's
betrayal that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a while,
as he droned on about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't hear him any
more.
Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and
fell into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her
warm sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too
warm. She drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's
droning voice had stopped.
Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was
staring at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower, and
she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely
undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming.
The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to
the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair. Flushing with embarrassment,
Fawn pulled the robe shut.
"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.
"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the
robe over her body.
"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.
"Please don't."
"Eric, I'm your sister!"
Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He
grinned at her.
"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a
minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your
bikini top."
It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster,
when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost her
mini bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and splashing,
looking everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously, had jumped
into the pool and scooped it up before she could reach it.
He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool,
her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still
recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the angles
of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before taking
back the bra, feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her arms to her
sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her brother's eyes
had flashed as big as saucers.
Now she blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond
control.
"I'll never forget it," her brother said. "You were beautiful even
then, but now ..."
"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.
Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and
prickly. Her mind whirled confusingly. She felt so close to something
dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she
figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again.
They were both a little drunk, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than
she had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of her
robe, then stood up.
"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't you?"
"No," Eric said.
"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't
any chance of ..." but she couldn't go on.
"Of what?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.
"You know very well what."
She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it.
She was breathing so hard that her chest was heaving. That only made him
more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny
satin of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken ironies.
"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister,
and I'm your brother, then we're both the same flesh, right? We came from
the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."
He fell silent and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had not
budged a step since she had stood up.
"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match his
calm irony.
"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice was now getting thick, clotted
with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more before you
change? Just for family's sake."
"Why should I."
My God, what am I saying? she thought. I'm teasing him, for god's sake!
I'm just making it worse!
"Because I want to see you," her brother said solemnly. "You're lovely."
"Lovelier than Danika?" Fawn whispered softly, growing more ashamed of
herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the
crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.
"Lovelier than anybody," Eric whispered. "I swear."
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all.
"You won't touch?"
Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids
any more. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach trembling with
excitement. "I don't believe you for a minute. Not a minute."
But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging
it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body,
her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before
him as she had earlier posed for herself before the bathroom mirror.
She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was
almost overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe
and slip it off her shoulders she knew the step had been taken. There was
no going back now.
They would do it now. And she would let it happen, she would invite it.
And she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because they were
not supposed to let it happen even though her body seethed and ached for
him.
Eric's face froze with fascination and lust as he scrutinized her naked
body. Glowing and warm with the fires of her shame and excitement, Fawn
slowly pirouetted in front of him. She showed him the high pale globes of
her ass, bending gracefully as she completed her turn so that her firm tits
swayed outward and bobbled pertly. Her long puffy nipples were already
half-erect as they swirled before her brother's hypnotized gaze.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.
She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off
its finer points. Her fingers traced the soft curves of her ribs and her
flat sun-browned stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth curved
undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they jiggled and
quivered.
Eric's breath clawed its way out of his throat. The sound of it excited
Fawn even more. She went closer to him. His crazed eyes devoured her
succulent tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed
with surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her
thighs.
He pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed his
face into her naked stomach. She felt his wet tongue slithering into her
deep navel.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized. But
the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging urgently into
her ass had made her simply reel with hot thrills.
"Oh Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch!
You promised!"
"Couldn't help myself," her brother said hoarsely.
He managed a quick grin. He flexed his fingers suggestively, the ones
he had dug into her soaked ass.
"Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away.
Her heart skittered and jumped as he stood up from his chair. He had to
bend slightly because his cock was all crumpled up in his crotch. She
could still feel the impressions in her asscheeks where his fingers had
sunk, and a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God,
god, I should stop it now, she thought, before it's too late!
I can't let you fuck me. Oh, god, please, Eric stop it yourself, I
can't do it, I want it too much!
Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her.
"Fawn, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing
over her nakedness.
Fawn kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes. She
shook her head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth, but unable to make any
sounds come out.
"Eric, you know we can't."
"Yes, we can."
He backed her into the wall. The sharp gnash of his zipper sent hot
needles of excitement and anticipation through her trembling flesh. His
hands cupped her feverish face, and his mouth came down toward hers.
"No, Eric, no ... no!" she whimpered. "What about ... Staci?"
"Where is she?"
"She's at night school."
His lips found hers, curving into them. His tongue slipped between her
parting teeth. His hands dropped to her shoulders, then down to her tits.
He filled his palms with them.
Gently squeezing the round tit-globes, he kissed her cheek, her neck,
then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He
pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering to her.
"When does she get home?"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned.
Her body was totally pliant and yielding. Her cunt was wet and achy,
and as he frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid her
hands under the elastic of his shorts. She grasped his huge hot prick,
pulling it out, her fingers stroking it urgently.
She knew she didn't care anything about Staci, who wouldn't be home for
another two hours, anyway. I just want you to fuck me! she thought wildly.
Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or on
the bed, I don't care!
Eric's mouth trailed down her smooth tanned shoulder to her creamy left
tit. He licked her large rosy nipple thirstily.
"When does she get home?" he repeated, his voice half-strangled by his lust.
But before she could answer Fawn felt his lips close over her pulsing
nipple. She felt it stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened, and
her knees sagged. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing.
She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long gristly stalk
of his jumping prick pressing against her naked belly. Her breath whistled
past her clenched teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing
nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.
"Oh Eric," she murmured. "Eric, are you going to fuck me? Are you?
Are we going to fuck? Are you going to fuck me?"
Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom.
His hands stroked her long coppery back, her pale ass, her silky tanned
thighs. Fawn tore off his shirt and skimmed his pants and shorts down his
legs. She stooped and clumsily licked his twitchy red cock before he
pulled her to her feet.
He kissed her mouth again savagely, then laid her down on her back on
the bed, the way he wanted her to be. Shivering with excitement and lust,
Fawn yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her
feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge
of the mattress.
The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted and gaping, totally
vulnerable. Instinctively, she knew that if he wanted her this way it was
so he could stand on the floor himself. He would gain so much leverage
that she was in for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from the huge
pulsing purplish ramrod of flesh he was now lowering between her thighs.
She shuddered with the awful guilt of what they were doing. But she
submitted completely to his wishes. His hard tanned muscular body was so
desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all over him herself.
She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his enormous
prick into her mouth. And feel his hungry lips burrowing hungrily in her
simmering pussy. She wanted to do everything! Everything with him, before
they got down to the actual fucking!
But Eric's driving lust for her was so overwhelming that she had no
choice. She had to give her body to him instantly, and let him ravish her
and puncture her with his fierce cock until they both were shattered with
coming. Her body quivered out of control.
"Ohhhhh ... ah baby, oh Eric, we can't, we can't do this, unnghhhh! Oh
god, suck me, baby!" she panted.
His mouth dropped to her barely slackened tits and found her sensitive
nipples again, giving them long agonizing throat-sucks. Fawn's fingers
caressed his rock-hard cock where it bobbed in readiness between her spread
thighs. She pulled it toward her open cunt slit, aching to be filled by
it.
Eric stroked her trembling hips and steadied her crotch. He carefully
lodged the swollen head of his prick in her squinchy pussy-lips. Then he
gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of the burning cock
shaft into her.
"Ahhhhhh ... nunnnunn, oh shit, ohhh shiiit, oh Eric, baby! Oh yes ...
yes yessss!"
It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had ever felt
inside of her. It was sunk deep in the pit of her hot cunt, filling her up
totally. Eric did not pull it out immediately but instead left it buried
in her while he scooped her shoulders up in his arms and lowered his bare
hard chest down on her tits. He put his lips against her ear.
"Fawn ... Fawn!" he groaned in a husky whisper.
"Yessss, oh yessss!" she answered, her body undulating of its own accord
under him.
She knew he wanted to say more. But both of them were so overcome with
hot lust that they couldn't speak. All Fawn wanted to feel was the joy of
his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her.
"Fuck me, Eric," she murmured to him. "Unhhh! Oh god, yes! Fuck me,
baby, you can do anything to me, anything! Unhhh! Ohnngg! Yes, ungghh!
God, yes, unghhh!"
He brought long shuddering moans from her by drawing his long prick
slowly out of her smoldering cunt until the bulbous head of it escaped,
then sliding it slowly all the way in again. But the excitement and hot
fantastic guilt of what they were doing made it impossible for them to go
slowly for long. And Eric had placed her this way on the mattress for a
purpose, she knew.
Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, groaning and
whimpering, their striving bodies writhing together. Fawn clenched her
thigh muscles and flung her cunt up into her brother's hammering, piercing
prick. She gagged and squealed with delight as she felt the huge, ravaging
pole cram her throbbing pussy to the splitting point.
Oh Jesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it, never, never! she
thought over and over.
She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body
with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him, and
pushed her tits up into his grinding chest. She gobbled his mouth with her
own, whimpering against his teeth.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good!" she panted.
The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and her body
exploded into flames. She had never felt this way. She screeched and
clawed his back, moaning with guilty passion, knowing it was her very own
brother who was fucking her like this.
She couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing
cock, the biggest she had ever felt. Stuffed with the huge stalk, she
shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt-muscles. Eric
moaned with pleasure, and Fawn felt his strong fingers bite into the flesh
of her back.
"Ohhhhh, you're so good to me," she hummed, feeling the first distant
rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "Sooooo good
to me, so, good, so good, unngghh! Unh! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! Do it hard
to me, ohhh! Angghhhh!"
Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he
knew how to use it. But now that she hung trembling on the verge of
coming, he ripped his cock up into her with growing violence. God, how
could Danika ever give this up? Fawn wondered, delirious with hot
pleasure.
Stabbed to the quick by his hammering prick, she flung her juicy cunt
wildly up into his frantic thrusts, squealing and raking his shoulders.
Her whole body throbbed and ached with need. God, fuck me, big brother,
make me come. Now, now!
"Eric! Oh baby, oh I'm going to come!" she panted, pumping more and
more wildly with her hips. "Oh god, kiss me, please! I'm going to ... oh
kiss me, quick! Unhhhh ..."
She groped for his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton tongue
into it. She died with fresh pleasure each time the fierce spike of his
prick buried itself in her clenching fuckhole. She shrieked as it tore
into her, then stiffened, grunting helplessly as her body shuddered for
release.
Then she exploded in a hot blinding rush of coming. Everything was
obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of her climax. For a moment
it even knocked the breath out of her. Then she was screaming wildly.
"Annngghhiiieeee!" she cried out, swarming up into him, locking her
thighs around his thrusting hips. "Unnghghhh! Oh god, yes, yes!
Unnnngghgiiieeee! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
She couldn't stop coming, and she felt the hot spurts of Eric's cum
flooding her pussy a second later. She heard his choked moans, and felt
every hard muscle in his driving body tense into steel as he ploughed his
erupting cock deep into her creaming cunt slit.
He crushed her body against his, squeezing her so roughly that it hurt.
But she didn't want it to stop, ever! Don't let me go, don't stop fucking
me! she wanted to beg him. She knew, once they let go of each other, how
hard it would be to ever do this again. So they couldn't stop now.
"No, don't let me go!" she whimpered as he began to draw his cock out of
her. "No!"
"Fawn, god, I've never had a fuck like that," he said, wiping the sweat
off his forehead, still panting softly.
"Me neither," she said, kissing his cheek. "Don't take it out of me.
Fuck me again."
He grinned. "What do you think I am, a miracle?"
"I mean rest a minute, then fuck me again. I didn't get enough the
first time."
He kissed her, and their tongues coiled passionately together. "I
didn't either," he said, running his mouth down her shoulder to her naked
tits again. "I know I'll never get enough of you."
Fawn nearly went into a swoon as he began tenderly to suck her nipples
again. She knew they would never have another chance like this one, and
she gave herself up to it with total surrender.
Chapter 2
"Eric," she whispered, "it was never like that for me before. Never."
He kissed her mouth and sighed as her hand found his long limp cock and
squeezed it gently. "Never for me, either," he said.
"But it's wrong," she whispered shyly. "So wrong. I don't know what
got into us. I just couldn't help myself. I wanted you so badly. I still
want you so much. Isn't that awful?"
"How could anything so good be awful?" he grinned, stroking her
throbbing tits until she began to squirm with growing desire.
She knew he was right. If it had thrilled her so much only because he
was her brother, there might be something to worry about. But no, he had
fucked her like no man had ever fucked her before. That was something you
had to feel grateful for, not guilty.
Fawn realized that they had to fuck again, they had to fuck more than
once. Because if they parted now, tomorrow their shame might overwhelm
them. They might never have this moment again! She couldn't stand the
thought of that.
Already she could feel his huge prick swelling and throbbing again in
her fingers. She rubbed it and stroked it, feeling it grow stiff. She
rolled over on top of him, dangling her swollen tits in his face.
"Do you like my body?" she murmured as he sucked her soft, bulbous left
nipple into his mouth.
"Ummmmmm," he nodded, trying to swallow it.
Already Fawn was panting, writhing, pushing her upper body down into his
face. He brought his hands up to her dangling tits, and hungrily devoured
them with his lips and teeth. Fawn moaned loudly, feeling her tits fill
with heat, her nipples burst with throbbing as he pinched and twirled them
in his fingers, and sucked and lip-mauled them roughly.
"Do you like my body better than Danika's?" she asked, feeling devilish.
"Better, much better!" Eric panted, feeding her swollen, hanging tits
into his mouth.
He buried his face between them, wildly gobbling the taut pointing
nipples. Fawn shut her eyes and pushed her aching tits down into his
mouth. Tight helpless cawing sounds came from deep in her throat.
"Ohhhhh ... do you like to suck my tits?"
"Ummmmmm!"
He was trying to swallow them. Her cunt was hot and wet with juice
again. She pushed it down into the hard flesh of his belly, feeling his
long prick rising against the crack of her ass, feeling it swell and
twitch.
"Ohhhhh ... Eric," she moaned. "This time I'm going to fuck you while
you suck my tits, like this. Oh! Unh! Like this, ungh! Oh! Yes, yes!"
She reached back with one hand and easily slipped the head of his thick
twitching cock into the squishy wetness of her slit. Then she slid down on
it, impaling herself on the stiff fucker. Giddy with animalistic heat, she
fucked down on his prick, gyrating her hips.
She squeezed his cock sharply again and again with the muscles of her
cunt, writhing and whinnying with delight as he held her by her dangling
tits, his fingers sinking into their spongy resilience. His lips and teeth
and tongue drove her tight fiery nipples crazy.
Gasping, Fawn wriggled her saliva-wet tits down into his face. She
pinched his long probing cock with her dripping, velvety pussy.
"Do you like to fuck me this way?" she gasped. "Unnnh! Eric? Eric?
Oh baby, do you like it, do you like fucking me?"
"God, yes!" Eric moaned.
He clenched his muscles and slammed his prick up into her. His fingers
dug in the jouncy firm flesh of her ass. His lips tore at her bursting
nipples.
"Am I ... ohhhhhh oh, Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I?
Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good! I don't want it to ever stop!
Unnggh! Tell me ... am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me
again? Oh please, Eric! Oh! Oh! I'm coming, baby! Right now!"
The combination of his hungry mouth mauling her tits and the giant
battering ram of his cock piercing her pussy had brought on a climax before
she expected it. Shivering and whooping, she ground her cunt down on his
upthrusting prick and held on for dear life.
Her body was ripped to pieces by wave after delicious, pummeling wave of
hot coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop. It just dipped and rose and
wrenched her with ferocious paroxysms, then subsided, then rose up again to
bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.
She didn't know how long it took for Eric to come too. But he did, and
he gripped her roughly, then tore up into her from the bed. He plunged his
prick deeper into her than ever. For the first time she felt herself
wincing with pain as the huge monster skewered her cunt.
"Ohhhhh owww! Ouch! Owwnnuugghhh!" she howled, her body suddenly
gripped by an even fiercer seizure of coming.
She rode him and rode him, her body squirming and flipping out of
control. But Eric held her tightly and buried his massive cock in her time
after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it. Fawn
felt like he was pumping every last drop of jism in his balls into her.
And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get
back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky with
sweat, glowing with spent lust. They gazed at each other, but no longer
with guilt.
They were too tired for that, Fawn realized. She glanced at the bedroom
clock and saw that they had been fucking this time for almost forty-five
minutes. Staci would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.
Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her slowly,
stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's.
"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding her.
"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth
dipped to her swelling tits for one last thrilling suck at each long
nipple. "Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.
"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.
"Call me?"
"Tomorrow," he said. "If I can wait that long."
But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that. And after
her initial hurt passed, Fawn began to understand why. It wasn't so much
the shame of what they had done. No, it was their raw, overpowering hunger
for one another that they had to fear.
Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a burning, gasping,
uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. They both sensed that if they gave
in completely to this blind thirst for each other's bodies, they might burn
one another up so quickly that the whole thing would be over before they
knew it.
I couldn't stand that, Fawn thought. Never having him again? I just
couldn't stand it. I'd die first.
But when a week had passed and still he had not tried to contact her,
she grew restless. Part of it was that she felt horny all the time. She
felt a kind of gnawing, aching horniness that was so persistent it was
almost embarrassing.
She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men. She
wondered if they could smell the thick odors of her need, or sense how wet
and itchy her cunt always felt. Or how her nipples were now always
half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra. I need him to suck me and
fuck me, she thought.
When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and let
him fuck her three times in rapid succession. She came each time, and was
still not satisfied. This is just ridiculous, she thought, feeling her
body crawl with slow fires.
I never felt like this before. I don't know what's come over me. But I
need him, I need him to fuck me. Nobody else, just Eric. If this keeps
up, I'm just going to go crazy.
She didn't want to phone him. The situation with Danika might still be
delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself. She might blurt out over the
phone that she needed him to fuck her.
And what if he had patched things up with his wife? That thought
started a hot intolerable pinching in her gut. He would feel guilty, he
would swear to himself never to go to bed with his sister again. Fawn
could feel herself making fists with frustration as she thought of it.
But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from
work had taken a short detour and was going through Eric's neighborhood,
she couldn't help jumping up and getting off. Great! Now what are you
going to do? she asked herself.
Resigning herself to the mad impulse, she walked directly to his house
and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened to
be in the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your big
juicy cock, Eric. And have you do unimaginable things to every part of my
body with it. But I can't say that.
Instead of Eric, it was Danika who answered the door. "Oh hi, Fawn,"
she said glumly, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of crying.
Fawn was shocked out of her reverie. "I ... I," she stammered.
Danika gave her a bleak smile. "I suppose you heard about everything."
"I ... Eric called me about a week ago and ... mentioned that you two ..."
Danika shrugged and opened the door wider.
"Come on in." She saw Fawn's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here.
You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty fights."
Not seeing any polite way to refuse, Fawn followed her sister-in-law
into the house.
"Where is he?" she asked, trying not to betray any quiver of disappointment.
Danika pursed her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with sadness.
"Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."
They sat in the living room. Danika switched off the TV. Fawn saw a
pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.
"Let me get you one," Danika said nervously, seeing Fawn's eyes on the
pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."
"Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically.
She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so
lonely. Sitting here drinking martinis by herself and watching TV at 5:30
in the afternoon. And Danika seemed defensive about it too.
"I hope you don't get the wrong idea," she shouted from the kitchen.
"I'm not just sitting here getting smashed all the time." She returned
with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," she
half-giggled, "I only had one. So far. And I waited till five o'clock.
Just being a good girl. But I took a few days off from work, just because
I was feeling so bad. Trying to get myself back together, you know. But
around this time of day it gets a little hard. You understand, don't you?"
"Of course," Fawn said.
Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that she
really didn't know much about the situation at all. She knew she had not
listened very carefully to Eric. She had been too swept up in the
mysterious urge to go to bed with him.
"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika said, briefly
but genuinely embarrassed. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get dressed
when you're not going anywhere all day."
Danika wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over
it. She had it buttoned up all the way to the throat. It was not a sexy
garment at all, more like a little girl's fluffy robe. It completely
concealed her body down to the furry bedroom slippers on her feet.
Fawn began to wonder if she might have been wrong. Danika certainly
didn't seem like some kind of sexpot right now. Instead she was shy, and
anxious, and sad and lonely. Fawn found herself filling with sympathy for
her instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Danika softly.
"What's there to talk about?" Danika's eyes filled with quick tears, but
she blinked them back. "I'm sure Eric told you what a bitch I am."
"Are you?"
"I don't know," Danika sobbed quietly. "I suppose I am."
"Eric said you went to bed with his best friend."
Danika nodded, biting her full lower lip, which quivered with each deep
sob. "I was. Fawn, I wish I could make somebody understand. I'm crazy
about your brother, not the other guy. But for some reason I just couldn't
help myself. I don't know what came over me, but I was just going crazy
for this other guy all the time. I was just burning up for him, and
nothing helped. Nothing!"
Fawn gulped down her martini, feeling her face grow hot. She felt
herself blushing and saw her hands shaking. Across from her on the sofa
Danika was biting her fist, choking on her soft sobs. And Fawn knew that
she herself was not blushing for Danika, but for what she heard her
sister-in-law saying, which was so close to her own predicament.
I understand, Danika, she thought. I understand much more than you think.
"I couldn't stop myself!" Danika wept, her face streaked with tears.
"I know, I know," Fawn soothed her.
"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"
Fawn got up from her chair and went across the room. She sat next to
Danika on the sofa. She took one of Danika's shaking hands between her own
and cradled it. Then she poured each of them a fresh martini from the
pitcher.
"I know," she murmured to Danika. "I just know, that's all. You have
to believe me."
Danika gazed at Fawn through her tear-glistening eyes. "You mean
something like that has happened to you?
Fawn nodded, trying to control her shame. If you only knew, she
thought. If you only knew. Danika smiled through her tears with temporary
relief, sighing and bending her neck so that her head rested lightly on
Fawn's shoulder. She cried softly again.
"Oh, I don't know why that makes me feel better," she said in a small
voice. "But it does, in a way."
Fawn put her hand under the collar of the robe, on the moist smooth nape
of Danika's neck, massaging her tenderly. She comforted the girl, drawing
her even closer, until Danika was nestled against her, sobbing quietly now
into her shoulder.
The salt smell of Danika's tears and the vulnerable warmth of her body
made Fawn feel somehow good. She put her arms around Danika, feeling
strange unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Danika's
tear-strained cheek against her bare neck.
"It's okay," she murmured softly to the girl, stroking her back through
the quilted bathrobe. "Sometimes these things just happen."
Danika turned her head and smiled up at Fawn. Her eyes were strangely
murky with unmasked questions through the film of hot tears. Fawn pressed
her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a lingering,
reassuring kiss there. Then, without really knowing what she was doing,
she lowered her lips to Danika's eyes, kissing away the tears.
Then her lips fell to the girl's tear-wet cheeks. And when Danika
raised her mouth slightly, and Fawn's lips found it, everything seemed so
warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of them
knew it. Danika's lips parted as Fawn's tongue slipped into her mouth.
Fawn felt Danika's tongue curling around her own. She sizzled with
excitement and desire as their embrace grew tighter. Their hands groped
urgently for each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes. When
their mouths finally came apart, Fawn found Danika's big dark eyes shining,
staring at her.
"What are we doing?" Danika asked in a whisper.
"I don't know," Fawn shook her head.
But this time she shut her eyes and enjoyed the pleasure as Danika's
lips touched hers again. She held the girl's body tightly, feeling
Danika's hands rubbing her back through her thin blouse.
This time they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When
the kiss broke off they were both gasping. They gazed at each other, their
eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous.
"I've never done that," Danika said, looking down bashfully. "I mean,
never kissed a woman."
"Neither have I," Fawn whispered back.
"I want to do it again."
"I do too. But ... what if we don't stop?"
We might as well face it right now, Fawn thought. We know where we're
heading. We shouldn't be cute about it. God, she thought, god! I never
thought anything like this would ever happen to me!
"Do you want to stop?" Danika asked shyly.
Fawn shook her head.
She closed her eyes and felt Danika's lips on her neck, dipping down to
her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth again. This time instead of
merely kissing they devoured each other, their mouths and tongues thirsty
with passion, their bodies squirming together on the sofa.
Fawn knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Eric, was
her and Danika. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing,
snaking wet tongue drove her wild with excitement. But I don't care! she
thought. I don't care about anything! I just want her! I want her so
bad!
She slipped one hand between the buttons of Danika's robe and found her
loose tits. They were warm and smooth and spongy against her rubbing palm.
Danika's nipples were tantalizingly soft and swollen as she cupped them
gently with her fingers.
Danika sighed. She moaned against Fawn's teeth, and sucked her lower
lip. Her eyelids fluttered, and she whispered huskily, "Are we going to do
it? Are we really going to?"
Instead of answering her, Fawn withdrew her hand and rapidly began to
unbutton the robe. She exposed Danika's firm lovely round tits, lowering
her mouth to the first wide brownish nipple that popped into view. She
flicked it with her tongue, and licked the soft bud that was already
flecked with tiny excited bumps.
Then she sucked the whole thing between her lips, swirling her tongue
around it, feeling it stiffen and point. She had never had her mouth on a
woman's tit before, but she felt no shame or guilt, only warmth and
passion.
She cupped Danika's firm luscious tits in her hands, admiring their
almost perfect roundness. She filled her palms with the smooth globes,
feeling the blood bead in her throat as she closed her lips again and again
over the erect, throbbing nipples.
Danika sank into the sofa cushions, tossing her head, mewling, smiling
dreamily and moaning. Fawn's lips and tongue and teeth plucked and pulled
at her taut pulsing nipples. Hers must be more sensitive than mine, Fawn
thought, excited by the way Danika squirmed and moaned under her mouth.
And baby, your tits are so beautiful! she thought. I don't even want to
go anywhere else, I just want to stay here and suck you and drive you crazy
like this. Fawn twisted and pinched the thick springy wet nipples with her
fingers, and Danika writhed, and cried out, her lovely face contorted with
pleasure.
"Oh Jesus! Ohhhhhhh, Fawn, it's never been so good," Danika gasped.
She opened her eyes and stared hotly at Fawn. "I want to take your clothes
off."
Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton Fawn's blouse
faster than it could be done.
"Not so fast," Fawn said, helping with the buttons herself.
"I want it fast," Danika panted.
Fawn slipped her blouse off her shoulders and reached behind to unfasten
her bra. "But we can have it slow," she whispered. "As slow as we like."
But Danika's eyes were swimming with lust. "I want it fast! I want you
quick, before we change our minds."
Fawn watched Danika's eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off her
arms and her naked tits came into view. She sighed as the girl reached out
to touch them.
"They're so white against your tan," Danika murmured, squeezing Fawn's
tingling nipples with her fingers. "Oh Fawn, I thought that thing I did
with Eric's friend was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me,
but it wasn't. This is! I've never felt anything like this!"
"Oh baby, I haven't either, I never have," Fawn sighed. "Ohhhhh ...
ohhhhhh!"
She couldn't restrain the moans that came from her throat as Danika
lowered her head and began softly licking and sucking her sensitive
nipples. Now it was Fawn's turn to shut her eyes and enjoy for the first
time another woman's ingenious mouth on her tits. They ached and pulsed as
Danika rubbed and squeezed, and pulled with her soft wet lips on Fawn's
thick rosy nipples.
Both of them were now gasping, writhing, hot with lust. Fawn slipped
her arms around Danika's bare back and pulled the panting girl against her.
Their firm naked tits mashed and squirmed together, her own tight nipples
still wet with Danika's warm saliva.
She burrowed her searching tongue into Danika's ear. She stroked the
smooth silky flesh of the girl's back, kissed and gently bit her long
creamy neck, humming low senseless husky sounds, murmuring into her
sister-in-law's hair.
"I want to fuck you," she murmured. "I want to fuck you, ohhhhh I want
to fuck you ..."
Danika, almost breathless with lust, slid down Fawn's trembling body.
She tore at the belt of Fawn's skirt, then reached behind and unzipped it.
"Fawn, I want all of you," she gasped. "All of you, quick!"
She peeled Fawn's skirt down her long golden legs in one rapid movement.
Next came her panties. Now Fawn was completely naked, shivering with
anticipation. Trying to control her shaking body, she watched Danika slip
out of her half-open bathrobe and skim her lace panties down her tawny
thighs.
Then she took the girl back into her arms. Both of them were keening
and moaning now as their smooth supple bodies coiled together. Fawn ran
her hands down Danika's silky back to her ass, squeezing her asscheeks and
running her finger up and down the warm crack between them.
Hot tremors seized her body as she tried to relax, to yield herself to
the pleasure of Danika's mouth and hands, which were exploring every inch
of her naked flesh. Danika's mouth descended, kissing her ribs and her
flat satiny stomach.
"Ohhhhhhhh god, let's go in on the bed, baby!" she moaned. "I can't
move enough here."
"Okay, but hurry," Danika nodded.
They got up from the sofa and went quickly to the bedroom. Fawn shut
the door behind them while Danika went to the bed and stripped off the
covers. Fawn embraced her again, standing at the edge of the bed. They
stroked each other, then sank slowly down onto the cool sheet, coiling
together with smoldering sensuality.
"Ohhhhh now ... now," Fawn murmured, running her hands all over the warm
trembling smoothness of Danika's curvy body. "I love your body, I love it.
You're so beautiful. Now we can fuck ..."
"I've never done this, Fawn," Danika said, staring at her solemnly.
"Neither have I," Fawn said.
She scooped up Danika's round tits and slurped the wide brown nipples
again with her tongue. Danika swarmed all over her with hot lust. They
were clumsy and awkward, but full of aching need. But Danika quickly
dipped her face between Fawn's spread thighs. Fawn was convulsed with
pleasure as she felt the girl's lips on her wet crack.
"Unnhhhh oh! Oh God, ahhhhhhh!" she gasped, her hips jumping and
gyrating as Danika's tongue rooted in her fuck slit.
At first she groped for Danika's head feverishly, but soon she yielded
her body totally to the girl. Her flesh shuddered and rippled with flame
as Danika's mouth searched and probed her hot, wet pussy. When Danika's
tongue rasped against her swollen clit she could only writhe and pant,
bucking her hips uncontrollably, thrusting her soupy cunt up into the
invading mouth of her sister-in-law.
She clamped Danika's head in her churning thighs and squeezed it, trying
to bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that ripped through her
quaking body. Danika's tongue stabbed her aching, dripping pit, and Fawn
rolled helplessly on her back, groaning as her climax approached.
It happened more quickly than she had expected. Suddenly it welled up
inside her and broke.
"Oh honey ... Danika, oh! God, I'm going to come! Oh!" The spasms
wracked her. "Unnhhiieeeeee!" she screamed.
The orgasm ripped her apart. Shuddering and panting uncontrollably, she
tossed on the sheet as it wrenched her with shock after shock.
Only seconds after the explosion of her own climax she was devouring
Danika too. Nestled between the girl's thighs, she licked Danika's puffy
slick cunt-lips and slipped her tongue into the girl's puckered pussy.
"Aauuunnghhhh ... oh do it fast, Fawn! Fast, please!" Danika gasped
wildly. "Hard and fast, please!"
Danika's splayed pussy was shiny with juice. Her cunt-lips were swollen
and engorged with hot blood. Her hips rose and flipped and bounced
spasmodically. Fawn pressed her mouth into the girl's creaming cunt slit,
jabbing her tongue deep into the tangy wet fuck channel.
She had never had her mouth on a woman's cunt before, but she rooted in
Danika's delicious pussy with her tongue, bringing yelps of pleasure from
Danika's throat. Danika's mewling and whimpering, and the helpless
writhing and rolling of her lovely body, jacked up Fawn's lust to higher
and higher levels.
Moaning with crazy lust, she devoured Danika's shimmering red cunt-lips,
licking the delectable mushy, wet folds from top to bottom, sucking
Danika's pussy-lips into her mouth. She tongue-jabbed the girl wildly, and
sucked Danika's swollen clit until Danika thrashed madly, her hips bucking
and surging.
"Unnnnn ... nnnunnn!" Danika groaned, delirious with need.
Fawn sucked and tongue-raped the girl's flooding pussy, swallowing the
buttery juices. Danika's small curvy body flipped and writhed out of
control. Fawn grasped at her flexing thighs, at her gyrating, jerking
hips, trying to hold her steady. She dug her fingers into Danika's round
asscheeks, and Danika whinnied with pleasure.
"Oh god, god yesssss!" she hissed through her teeth. "Squeeze me,
squeeze my ass, squeeze my tits! Aunngghhhh! God, it drives me crazy!"
Her strong thighs clamped Fawn's head tightly in her wet crotch. She
moaned and pumped, shoving her pussy up into Fawn's mouth. Fawn slid her
hands up to the girl's jiggling, hard-nippled tits and caught them,
squeezing them hard.
Danika began to come. Her body strained and flipped as the hot spasms
wrenched her.
"Annnugghhh! Yaiieeee!" she screamed, her hips jerking crazily as the
climax poured through her. "Annghiieeee!"
When it was over, Fawn slid up her moist body and kissed her mouth
again. She held Danika's body tightly against hers, rubbing their naked
tits together, still stroking Danika's throbbing cunt with one hand.
Danika's hand dropped to Fawn's crotch and caressed her wet pussy too.
"You know what we've done," she murmured to Fawn. "We'll never be able
to stop now."
"Do you want to stop?" Fawn asked, scissoring Danika's clit between two
fingers, giving it a twist.
"Ahhhhh!" Danika sighed, her eyes rolling up. "No, no never!" she said.
"Is anybody coming over tonight? Do you have plans?"
"No," Danika panted, becoming aroused again.
"Then why don't we have another martini, and eat a little something,
then settle back for an all-night fuck," Fawn suggested. "How does that
sound?"
Danika bit her lower lip. Her eyes were flooding again with fresh
desire. "God, I don't know if I can wait that long," she said.
Chapter 3
Fawn stayed the night. She and Danika didn't fall asleep until
midnight. By that time they were so exhausted and sore from fucking that
they could barely drag themselves into the bedroom.
They had done as Fawn had suggested, having another martini, then
dinner. Then they had put on some music and danced naked for one another,
but quickly fell to hot, feverish fucking again on the living room carpet.
It didn't seem that either one could get enough of the other.
Each girl knew how to make the other come, either in quick, explosive
bursts, or in long shimmering undulations that left them each gasping with
bliss. Humming, panting, moaning, they slumped to the carpet in the center
of the living room floor with the candlelight flickering golden shadows
over their naked flesh.
"I'll just never get enough of your gorgeous body," Fawn murmured,
sliding her lips down Danika's smooth flesh, devouring her sister-in-law's
dark glimmering nipples.
Within seconds, they had squirmed into position for sixty-nine. Danika
was flat on her back on the carpet with Fawn crouched over her, pushing her
throbbing tits into the girl's smooth heaving belly. She dipped her tongue
eagerly into the tangy splayed seam of Danika's runny cunt.
She could feel Danika's arms encircling her hips, clasping her ass,
drawing her pussy down. Danika's hot slithery tongue slid up into her own
aching pussy. Danika's hungry lips plucked at her swollen clit.
She writhed and dug her fingers into Danika's clenching asscheeks,
burying her mouth in the girl's sopping wet slit. They squirmed hotly
together, groaning and thrashing with need. Their hot shuddering bodies
were welded together with coming, and the shattering spasms wracked them
again and again.
After dinner they took a bath together, and while Fawn was lathering
Danika's voluptuous tawny body she dropped one hand underwater and found
the girl's tender pussy slit. Her other hand slid over Danika's slippery
tits, and she finger-fucked her moaning sister-in-law until the sobs of
Danika's orgasm were reverberating off the bathroom tiles.
Drying off Fawn's body after the bath, Danika stooped and pried apart
Fawn's moist asscheeks and ran her tongue up and down the crack of Fawn's
ass until Fawn was shivering and whimpering with unaccustomed delights. At
the same time, Danika slid two fingers up into Fawn's cunt. She kept
licking Fawn's asscrack, and reaching up with one hand to tweak Fawn's
damp, excited nipples, while her fingers plunged quickly up and down in
Fawn's boiling pussy.
Fawn's knees grew so weak that she had to grab a towel rack to keep from
falling. But she spread her feet and thighs, and pressed her cheek against
the tiled wall. She sucked her bottom lip as she gyrated her hips down
into Danika's fast-flying hand. And she came standing up, gagging joyously
on the sharp sensations that gripped her trembling body.
After that they returned to the bedroom and lay down on the bed, sharing
a joint. This time when their lust returned it was languorous and slow.
They calmly stroked and nibbled one another, and sucked and kissed one
another's bodies. The joy came from bleeding slow excruciating orgasms out
of each other.
At times they dozed, coiling together, letting their exhausted bodies
rest. But soon they would find themselves kissing again lazily, then not
so lazily. Soon Fawn would find herself whooping through still another
killer climax. She would swarm over Danika's palpitating flesh until she
too was whimpering again in the throes of another hot, throbbing orgasm.
By midnight there was nothing they could do but sleep, they were so
tired. But in the morning when they awoke it was the same thing all over
again. They each climaxed twice before even getting out of bed.
"My god," Fawn sighed against Danika's naked swollen tits, "we've got to
stop this."
"I know, I know," Danika sighed back. "I never knew anything like this
was possible."
In the kitchen Danika made her a cup of coffee, since Fawn had to go to
work. But even after all the fucking they had done, they still didn't want
to part.
"You could ... call in sick," Danika said, licking her sensual lower lip.
Fawn shook her head. "We can't let it get control of us like this."
"No, I guess you're right," Danika said glumly. She went over to Fawn
and took the coffee cup out of her hand, kissing Fawn's mouth thirstily.
"But you have to promise me something."
She slipped one hand under Fawn's skirt, caressing her inner thighs.
Her fingers came up and pressed against the gauzy fabric of Fawn's panties,
already wet with pussy-juice.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned. "What do want me to promise?"
"We have to do it again," Danika breathed. "I don't think I could stand
it if I never got to suck with you again."
"I know. I feel that way too," Fawn whispered. "But what about Eric?"
Fawn was gripped by a sudden shock of guilt. She had not only fucked
her own brother, but her brother's wife too.
"Screw Eric," Danika said. "Just let me fuck you and suck you and I'll
never think about him again."
Fawn was late for work. She disengaged herself gently from Danika.
"I have to go. Oh baby, I have to go. But soon, soon. I'll call you.
We'll do it again, soon. I promise."
But in the coming days Fawn thought it over carefully. Only now that
she was away from them both could she see how totally wrong it had been.
All right, so it had been fantastic. She had never experienced anything as
good as fucking with Eric, then with Danika.
God help me, she thought, just think what it would be like to be in bed
with them both at the same time! I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd go
crazy. It would just be one killing orgasm after another. Oh god, I can't
let myself think that way, I just can't!
Sure, it had been fantastic. But that was nothing compared to the fear
she suddenly had of this insatiable hunger in her body. Never before had
she felt such hot, continuous lust as she felt for those two. Never before
had she had so many wild orgasms as she had gone through in their arms.
She knew that merely being in a room with either of them now would make
her willpower totally evaporate. She would become a hot whimpering jelly
of uncontrollable fuck-hunger. It was dangerous, and humiliating. It was
like being in their power, and not having anything to say about it herself.
They could fuck her, rape her, do anything to her, and all she would
want was more, more, more! She couldn't let that happen. So for nearly
two weeks she went without any sex at all. And during that time she tried
to put both Eric and Danika completely out of her mind.
She even tried to put her boyfriend Jeff out of her mind too, even
though he was obviously hurt and bewildered by her coolness. To her, he
was just an irrelevance since he could never be for her the lover that Eric
and Danika had been.
But Jeff was persistent. He wouldn't give up easily. He demanded that
she explain her rejection of him.
"It has nothing to do with you," she said to him one evening when he
dropped her home from work.
"It doesn't?" he snapped. "Then I'd sure like to know what it has to do
with."
"Never mind. It's just not you, that's all. You'll just have to trust
me. I'm telling the truth."
Her roommate Staci was home too, bustling around the kitchen. Fawn
didn't want to discuss it in her presence.
"I guess I'll have to," Jeff snapped again. "I'm sure not getting
satisfied in any other way."
"Oh Jeff, all you think about is screwing," Fawn said. "It won't hurt
you to take a little rest from it for a while."
"That sounds easy for you to say," he said. "Are you sure you're not
getting it somewhere else? If you're going to be so honest ..."
"I'm telling the truth! Are you calling me a liar?"
Staci came into the room, and that made them both twice as nervous and
irritable. Fawn's roommate was very attractive, tall and red-headed, with
pale translucent skin and a high perky ass that never failed to draw men's
glances. Fawn knew Jeff would like to screw her. Any man would.
"You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Staci said, with a
mischievous smile. "Would you like me to leave or something, so you can
kiss and make up?"
"Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Staci," Jeff said. "Then Fawn
can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice cubes and finally be
happy."
"I don't care," Fawn sniffed, acting aloof, but sulking and smoldering
with jealousy. "Go ahead, I don't care."
"Look, you two, this is idiotic," Staci said. She grabbed her purse and
her coat from the armchair by the door. "I'm going out. I have a few
things to do. I'll probably be gone about an hour."
"You don't have to leave, Staci," Fawn said nervously.
For a brief moment she felt as if she would rather have the fight that
was going on than the sex that was probably inevitable if Staci left.
"Oh yes I do," Staci smiled. "Yes. Yes I do."
She shut the door behind her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.
With Staci gone, Fawn became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck
her, then she would let him fuck her. After all, she couldn't deny that
she liked him. She'd been going with him a long time. They'd had good
moments together.
Certainly Jeff couldn't help it if Eric and Danika had somehow got into
her life and screwed up all her feelings, making her realize things about
her body she had never known before. Besides, she had to admit to herself
that she was a little horny, too. It had been a while.
Suddenly she found herself thinking of his cock. During the past two
weeks she had been mostly thinking about Danika, and the hot lesbian
fucking they had done. The fuck with Eric was always in the back of her
mind too, but more worrisome to her was the wild intensity of her night
with her sister-in-law.
She worried about what it might mean. It was not pleasant to think she
might really be a lesbian at heart. Could that be true? She refused to
think it. Now, as she found herself thinking about Jeff's cock for the
first time in weeks, she realized that here was a way to test herself. She
walked over to him, suddenly all pliant and warm, and offered him her
mouth. She even slithered her tongue between his teeth almost before he
could embrace her. He kissed her back, and dug his fingers into her
springy ass through her skirt. He mumbled against her searching, moving
lips.
"I don't know what's going on with you, baby."
"Ohhhhh, do you have to? Do you have to?" she murmured back, quickly
reaching down and unzipping his fly.
She could feel the thick gristly stalk of his hot prick thumping against
her fingers through the thin cotton of his shorts.
"I don't have to, but I'd like to," Jeff panted.
"What else would you like to do?"
Swiftly she dipped both hands under the elastic band of his shorts and
dug deep. She twirled his big soft balls gently in her fingers, then
stroked the hot pulsing shaft of his cock.
"Never mind, don't answer that," she murmured.
She sank to her knees and groped with his belt buckle. In one swift
motion Jeff pulled her sweater over her head. His eager hands found the
bare tanned skin of her back and shoulders, his fingers scrabbling for the
catch of her bra. But before he could unfasten it she had pulled his pants
and his shorts down around his ankles. Her fast hungry mouth was all over
his red twitching prick.
"Right here?" Jeff gasped.
"Right here."
Fawn clasped his hips and pulled him down onto the living room floor.
She took his fat prick all the way into her mouth until the swollen bulb on
the end of it nudged the back of her throat. Then she drew her lips slowly
up the throbbing ripply fuck-stalk until she got to the ridge below his
flaring cockhead. She lip-pinched it, and stroked the sensitive skin with
her tongue.
Jeff's whole body strained with pleasure. He groaned, holding her head
in both hands. Fawn took his pulsing cock out of her mouth and licked it,
bathing it in warm spit.
"Ohhhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I, baby," she cooed. "So mean,
so mean. But I won't be mean now. Do you want me to drink your cum?"
"Unnngghh," Jeff grunted softly, too aroused to speak.
He still had on his shirt, and his shoes. His ankles were trapped in
the crumpled cloth of his pants, so that only his tense legs and hips and
his big blood-thundering cock were exposed to her. And that was just what
Fawn wanted.
She wanted to mouth-rape him. She wanted his prick. She wanted to
cradle it in her hands and lick it and swallow it. His fingers clasped at
her bare neck and shoulders, tugging frantically at the straps of her bra.
But she squirmed away and devoured his stiff hot fuck-rod so eagerly that
he could do nothing but fall back and moan and thrust up into her busy
mouth.
His wet prick pulsed with crazy hot urgent life in her hands. She
stroked it from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked his balls into
her mouth, first one, then the other, swirling her lips over them.
"Oh, I'm going to find out if you've been a naughty boy," she murmured,
slurping and swallowing the juice that leaked from the purplish head of his
cock. "How close are you, baby? Close?" She dove on his jumping
fuck-shaft. "Have you been sticking it in someone else?"
"Oh Jesus, Fawn" Jeff moaned. "You're so good!"
His firm strong hands held her by the sides of the head now, holding her
mouth steady. He drove his raging cock up into her throat, making Fawn gag
and sputter with eager lust.
She loved doing it to him. Her own body flushed with coursing waves of
heat. She could feel the juices of her sizzling cunt wetting her panties,
feel her thighs shaking and clenching involuntarily. Her nipples were
erect inside the cups of her bra. She sighed and whimpered, pushing her
naked midriff against his jerking, hairy knees.
Oh Jeff! Squirt it into me, feed me with it! After you come you have
to fuck me, you have to rape me! You can do anything you want to me, baby!
But right now I'm going to suck it out of you! Oh yes, oh yes! Are you
ready? Have you been saving a big load just for me? Let me have it, then!
Now, baby, now!
She laced her fingers around the pumping red stalk of his prick, sucking
him wildly. His cock grew even stiffer, hard as granite. She felt it
extend and point, felt his whole body grow painfully taut. She felt the
rough strength of his hands shoving her head down. His prick rammed
viciously into her throat, and Fawn gobbled it insanely, sucking it with
rabid intensity.
"Aaowwnngg! Unngg." Jeff cried out as the cum exploded into Fawn's mouth.
She drank the warm viscous river of his cum as it poured down her
throat, and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers. She
squeezed his balls and sucked again and again the spurting head of his
jerking prick. Jeff groaned and thrashed around on his back, up-fucking
into her throat, wincing and trembling as the last ounce of his jism
hurtled up to sluice her waiting tongue.
When he was finished, and his cock began to go limp in her mouth, she
slithered up his body to kiss his cheek. "Was it worth waiting for?" she
asked coyly.
"That was worth anything," he gasped.
"I don't know what came over me."
"I don't either, but I hope it comes over you again."
"I've been feeling so sexy, so horny lately. That's why I was so
reluctant, I guess ..."
"You don't have to explain, Fawn," Jeff said, sitting up and reaching
around her back to unfasten her bra.
"No," she said, still coy, pulling away before he could unclasp it.
"What do you mean, no?"
"Let's do it on the bed."
He grinned. "I don't care where we do it, as long as we do it."
She jumped up and did a seductive pirouette in front of him, showing him
her long, bronzed, shapely legs. She smiled, grinding her hips
suggestively.
"I want you to fuck me in a special way."
She pranced off toward the bedroom. Jeff scrambled to his feet,
disengaging them from his crumpled trousers. His limp ropy prick began to
thicken and swell again between his thighs. He stripped off his shirt and
followed her.
"What do you mean, in a special way?"
"You'll see," Fawn said.
She shut the bedroom door and submissively turned her back to him,
finally presenting the clasp of her bra. An idea had occurred to her. She
knew that Jeff's prick wasn't as big as Eric's. Not many were that
gigantic. So maybe the glorious fucking that Eric had given her hadn't
been caused by the hot shame and delicious guilt they both had felt?
She wanted Jeff to fuck her in the same way Eric had, with her ass
perched on the edge of the bed and their feet on the floor. Then she could
get the same sensation of being absolutely split open and ripped to pieces
by his hammering, driving prick. She was already pulsing with lust from
drinking Jeff's cum, hot with fuck-need. If only he would fuck her with as
much authority as Eric had done, half her problems would be solved.
She was hot and trembling with anticipation and she mewled and shivered
as Jeff removed her bra. He cupped her smooth, excited tits with his hands
from behind. He kissed the nape of her neck and the skin along her
shoulders. Goosebumps broke out all over Fawn.
Her cunt was wet with warm, buttery fluids. "Jeff, honey, you can do
anything to me," she moaned, feeling his hungry lips on her neck, his
fingers tugging her aching nipples.
"I will, I will," he panted.
Soft and pliant, she let him turn her around. He unzipped her skirt and
slid his hands under the gauze of her panties, squeezing her ass. Fawn
moaned, shuddering softly. It was going to be like it had been before, she
knew it! She wanted to be fucked like that again.
Her eager hands raced to his cock, grasping and squeezing it. But he
was in control now, not her, and he skimmed her panties off and placed her
on her back on the bed. His hands and mouth went to her throbbing, swollen
nipples, then down her long sleek belly, down farther, sliding into the wet
pit of her crotch.
With his fingers, he drew open the slick outer lips of her flowing
pussy. He kissed it hotly, then stabbed his tongue into her burning cunt
until she was nearly climbing the walls with need.
Fawn was writhing and seething with uncontrollable lust. But she had to
make him fuck her in the same way, Eric's way. She had to!
"Ohhhhhh, god, oh yes, Jeff!" she panted. "Unhhhh! God, it's good, yessss!"
She writhed and moaned, rubbing her hot quivering body all over with her
hands, loving every delicious sensation he tongued to life in her wet
pussy. Rolling and tossing wildly on the bed, she clasped his head between
her silky thighs. Her own frantic hands squeezed her aching tits and
nipples.
She was already coming in light fast skimming tremors as he tongued and
sucked her clit. Delirious with pleasure, she lost all thought of having
him fuck her the way Eric had. Her body ran with fire. When Jeff finally
loomed up over her she stared deep into his eyes.
He hooked one of her legs in each of his arms and pressed them back so
that her knees nearly touched her shoulders. Fawn shivered with
excitement. Her body was bent almost in half. Her heels flailed
helplessly in the air above his head. The whole wet glistening red seam of
cunt-flesh in her crotch was splayed and puckering.
She had never been fucked this way. Arrows of fear zipped through her
as she felt her body cramped, bent double, so that she could barely
breathe. The tops of her thighs mashed into her own spiky nipples and
crushed down on her tits as Jeff rose over her. He plunged the shaft of
his prick so deep into her slippery channel that she squealed with hot
shocks of surprise.
"Aaieeeeee!" she screamed. "Ohhhh! Unhhh! Oh god, yessss! Unh! Unh!"
Her bent body acted like a living spring as he rammed his cock fiercely
in and out of her. Jeff fucked her so furiously that Fawn thought the bed
might break under them. It rocked and shook and creaked. She gasped for
breath each time he rose off her, then felt the air squeezed out of her
lungs again with the down-thrusting hard spike of his cock.
Jeff locked his strong arms behind her neck, grunting and ramming her
full of his prick. He rose even higher up over her, lifting his knees off
the mattress and digging his feet into it. Then he bounced up and down on
the resilient spring her body made, drilling his cock deep into her
burbling pussy.
He had never fucked Fawn with such grinding, merciless fury. He ripped
her creaming pussy, reaming and piercing her into a torment of wild
pleasure with his savage thrusts. He dug it into her and she squealed with
bliss.
Then he lifted his hips and jabbed it into her again. Again she
squealed. She found that she could flex her thighs and hips in rhythm with
his sharp, hammering plunges. Jeff rose up out of her, and Fawn clenched
her legs muscles and wiggled her ass in a wild frenzy, pinching the head of
his cock with her wet clasping cunt.
Then she yielded and moaned as his hard, driving body slammed down onto
her again. It pinned her knees back against her shoulders, mashing her
aching tits, squashing the air from her lungs. His fiery prick pierced to
the bottom of her exploding fuck slit.
Fawn began to come in gigantic rolling bursts. The wrenching explosions
tore through her thrashing body.
"Unnowwnnnggg! Oongghh!" she howled, clawing his back as he continued
to dig in her spasming fuckhole with his stabbing prick. "Unngghh!
Unnoowwnnggg! Ahhhiieee!"
Suddenly the fierce iron drill of his prick began to erupt too.
"Unggungghhh! Aggggh!" Jeff grunted, almost splitting her cunt with new,
savage, jerking thrusts.
The hot thick jets of his jism spewed into her spasming pit, bathing it
with hot sharp squirts of cum. Gasping and trembling with fatigue, they
finally came to rest. Fawn was still pinned and bent double under him.
Jeff's still-twitching prick was still sunk deep inside her tingling cunt.
She held his head in her quivering hands, kissing him feverishly as the
intense ecstasies subsided.
"Jeff, why didn't you ever do that to me before?" she gasped.
In the back of her mind she was thinking that if only he'd fucked her
that way long ago she might never have got involved in fucking with her own
brother. Jeff withdrew his sagging cock from her dripping pussy and
climbed off her.
"Live and learn," he grinned. "I never knew you'd like it."
Fawn drew him down on the bed beside her and held him, stroking the
shredded flesh of his shoulders where her fingernails had torn the skin.
"I thought your prick was going to go all the way through me and come
out the other side," she said.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all. I loved it. I have half a mind to hold out on you again,
just so I can get you to rape me that way every time."
"Every time?" Jeff laughed. "Jesus, we'll kill each other."
She coiled her body around his, feeling kittenish, nuzzling his neck
with her warm lips. "Ummmmm, but what a lovely way to go."--
If you love something, set it free
If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and kill it
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