'Tween Sister's Hot Thighs by Ray Mills

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 halfblossomed 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 handmirror 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 halfempty 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
its finer points. Her fingers traced the
her flat sun-browned stomach. She raised
curved undersides of her creamy tits and
jiggled and quivered.

fingertips, as if to show off

soft curves of her ribs and
her knuckles to the smooth
nudged them so that they

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 fortyfive 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 cuntlips, 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-inlaw'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
her again. It pinned her knees
aching tits, squashing the air
to the bottom of her exploding

his hard, driving body slammed down onto

back against her shoulders, mashing her
from her lungs. His fiery prick pierced
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."

Chapter 4
The wild intensity of her fuck with Jeff encouraged Fawn. Somehow, she
felt, it took most of the pressure of her guilt off her. After being
fucked by her brother Eric, she had wondered if another man would ever
be able to satisfy her again.
That confusion had made it easier for her to go to bed with Danika, her
first and only lesbian experience. And the shattering ecstasies of
their fucking had scared her even more than screwing Eric had. But now,
with Jeff, she had learned that her body was capable of excruciating
pleasures that had nothing to do with the shame she felt over going to
bed with her brother and sister-in-law.
The only thing that still disturbed her was that she seemed to have
reached a new level of sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But
after she let her brother fuck her, everything changed. She had to have
it. She hated even to think of the word "nymphomaniac" in relation to
herself. But sometimes it was almost impossible to avoid.
Could I really be one? she wondered. She found herself craving sex all
the time. She wanted to be fucked all the time. It was a hot,
throbbing, aching need in her. She knew others must be able to see the
hunger in her eyes.
She was afraid to look at them for fear they would think she was a
nympho, as she was beginning to fear she was. How can I be that? she
asked herself. I never was one before. You can't just turn into one
over night, can you?
In bed with Jeff she began to swarm over him, biting and scratching
him, shrieking with passion as the orgasm shattered her. He even tried
to act like he loved it. And he probably did love it most of the time.
Still, she knew it scared him, this writhing, half-demented intensity
that suddenly overcame her every time she fucked.
As a way
wasn't a
to Jeff,
working,

of controlling herself, to prove to herself that she really

nympho after all, she tried self-discipline. She made excuses
who was only too glad to get a little rest. She kept busy
writing letters, cleaning house, washing dishes, swimming.

But whenever Staci was gone from the apartment, Fawn would lie down on
the sofa or the bed and quickly finger-fuck herself into hot gasping
tremors of coming. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready. Her clit
was always so swollen and tender. She never failed to come like a

string of firecrackers going off the moment she plunged her hand into
her tingling wet crack.
Almost a month had passed. She had heard nothing from Eric or Danika.
She had not been disturbed by it at first. She knew they could not
avoid feeling the same guilt she had felt, and the confusion. But as
time went on, she began to wonder why neither of them had tried to
contact her.
Could they have gotten back together? If so, that should, as part of
the family, make her happy. But it didn't. She knew she didn't want
them to get back together. She wanted them apart. She wanted to fuck
with each of them again. The desire was overwhelming.
Coming home early from work one day, mulling all this over in her mind,
she found herself unaccountably thinking of Danika. Her body grew hot
and her cunt wet as she was climbing the stairs to her apartment. God,
I want to feel her eating me again! she realized. I want to fuck with
her so bad! I miss it!
Well, maybe I can just get inside quick and make myself come. Then
maybe it'll go away. Her head was swimming so fast with sexual
anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened when she
unlocked the door. The chain lock was fastened from the inside.
The door wouldn't open more than about three inches before the chain
stopped it. That meant Staci was home, even though she too was supposed
to be at work. Fawn almost called out to have her unfasten the lock,
when suddenly she overheard a soft quivery moan, coming from inside the
apartment.
Was it Staci? Fawn flushed, growing embarrassed. Staci was screwing
some guy, taking advantage of Fawn's absence. Fawn knew she should shut
the door tight then, go away, come back later. But her fascination was
so intense that she couldn't help listening even harder.
"Ummmm," Staci hummed in a throaty, sultry voice. "Just my bra?" she
murmured. "Are you sure? You promise ... you won't go any further?"
Whoever was with Staci only whispered something, soft and low. Fawn
peered through the open crack in the door, trying to glimpse something.
But the two of them were obviously sitting on the sofa, which was
around the corner from the door. This made it possible for Fawn to hear
them clearly, but not to see anything.
"Ohhhhh," Staci sighed. "You know, I've never done anything like this.
Why am I letting you do this? Does Fawn do this with you?"
Fawn's curiosity jumped a notch higher. Could it be Jeff? She could
feel her face begin to redden with anger. But then she heard the voice
clearly. It was Danika's!
"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Danika
murmured, ignoring Staci's question about Fawn.
"It just ... took me by surprise. I mean, I was only kind of curious
when you first kissed me like that. But then when you took off your
sweater and ... you weren't even wearing a bra, I just couldn't help
myself. Your tits are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just ..."

Danika's whispery voice was thick with a lust familiar to Fawn. "Can I
touch yours too? And kiss them?"
"You promise you won't go any farther?"
"I promise. I wouldn't do anything you don't want."
"I've never done anything like this before."
"Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with it."
"But there's supposed to be."
"Here, just turn around this way and let me take it off."
"I can take it off for you."
"I want to take it off myself."
"Ohhhhhhh ..."
"You're shivering. Ummmm, your skin tastes so good. There, there we
go."
Now there was silence, then fast sibilant breathing. Then Staci's soft
sighing and moaning. "Ohhhhhh, oh god, it feels so good!"
Fawn's hand trembled on the doorknob. She snatched it back, fearing to
make a noise that would alert them to her eavesdropping. Her face was
hot and flushed, her blood pounding. She could hear Danika's familiar
humming. She could even hear the wet sounds her working lips made as
she sucked Staci's nipples.
And Staci's excited whimpering nearly drove her crazy. She was
paralyzed by curiosity, envy, jealousy. For over a year she and Staci
had shared the same apartment, yet never had they seen one another
naked.
Still, Fawn knew that Staci had a gorgeous body, with firm high tits,
and a small waist, and long shapely legs. She had never thought of her
sexually until this moment, but now ...
She didn't know what to do. Part of her hated Staci for getting what
she herself wanted. Part of her hated Danika for giving it to Staci
instead of to her. But also part of her wanted to keep listening to the
incredibly exciting sounds they were making.
She knew they wouldn't be able to stop. Who could? They would have to
go on, and she wanted to overhear them fuck. She wanted to see them
too, but there was no way she could do it. She even wanted to join
them! But of course it was impossible.
"Ohhhh baby," Danika sighed "your nipples taste so good. They're so big
and springy and dark red. I want to swallow them."
Staci's breath hissed as she sucked it past her clenched teeth. "You're
making me want to come," she hissed. "We've got to stop this! Ohhhh, we
have to stop!"
"No, oh noooo," Danika soothed her softly. "Now could we stop? Don't

you like me to suck you like this? And lick you here? And pinch them a
little, like this?"
"Unnnnnhhhhh, oh god! Yessss, I love it!"
"Oh good. And what about this? How does that feel?"
Staci gasped sharply, repeatedly. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Fawn raised her fist to her mouth and bit into it. What were they
doing? She wanted to die from not being able to see it. What was Danika
doing to her?
"And this? And this?" Danika murmured playfully.
"Oh god ... oh god. I'm going to explode!" Staci whimpered.
"Relax, just relax," Danika purred. "I only want to make love to you,
Staci."
"You ... you promised," Staci gasped.
All Fawn could hear was the wet sucking of Danika's lips.
"Oh god ... you promised!" Staci quivering voice moaned.
"Don't worry," Danika murmured. "I'm not going to do anything you don't
want. I promise."
"Oh please, please," Staci was panting, her voice trembling with
excitement.
"Why don't you touch my body?" Danika asked softly. "Here, let me take
these off." Fawn could hear the gnash of a zipper, then the quick
sounds of Danika shedding the rest of her clothes. "There," Danika
breathed. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, Staci?
Please. Anywhere."
"Oh Danika, you're so beautiful," Staci sighed.
"You can do anything to me."
"I ... don't know what to do."
"Touch me," Danika's soft sultry voice beckoned. "Touch me here. And
here."
"Ohhhh, you're so warm. And so smooth."
"Here, put your hands on my ass. Squeeze me like that, ohhhh! Yes, like
that! Squeeze them hard."
"I want to put my mouth on them," Staci whispered shyly. "I want to
kiss them."
"Ohhhhhhh, go ahead, baby."
Fawn was gripped by such violent hot shivering that she had to cling to
the wall next to the door. Her own breath was wheezing in and out of
her throat. Her crotch was a soupy mess of juice. She knew from the

throaty sounds of pleasure Danika made that Staci was kissing and
kneading Danika's ass. The sensations were driving Danika mad with
delight.
"Ohhhhh Danika ... you're so wet. Your cunt ..."
"My cunt, yes my cunt!" Danika sighed.
Staci said the word as if it were forbidden, a bewitchingly exciting
thing to say. "It's so wet, and puffy, and shiny."
"Kiss it, baby," Danika begged, her voice thick with lust. "Kiss my
cunt, please kiss it!"
"Ohhhh, I can't. I just can't," Staci said.
Danika changed her approach. Her voice betrayed only a faint twinge of
disappointment. She was patient. She knew--as Fawn also knew--that
Staci was only minutes away from yielding completely to the lesbian
fucking that Danika wanted to give her.
Danika had worked the girl into such a pitch of feverish excitement
that there was no way she could lose her now, if she was only patient.
"Here, here," Danika soothed. "Let me turn around and hold you like
this. Feel my tits against yours. Put your hands on my ass again, oh
that's right, like that, and squeeze them and rub them. Oh god, it
feels so good!"
"Danika," Staci whispered, "I really wanted to. I really wanted to kiss
your cunt, but I--"
"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about. Don't you like
the feel of our bodies rubbing together like this?"
"Oh, I love it, I just love it!"
"But don't you think it would feel even better if you took off your
jeans so I could feel your bare legs? You could leave your panties on."
"Danika," Staci whispered shyly, "you just want to get into my pants."
There was silence that drove Fawn crazy. She knew they were looking
deeply at each other. All she could hear was the wild pounding of her
own blood. Finally Danika murmured, her voice thick with passion. "I
want to eat your cunt," she said softly.
"And I want you to," Staci replied softly too. "I've never felt like
this before."
Fawn could hear them kissing. Staci whimpered softly as Danika slowly
unzipped her jeans and peeled them off.
"Your panties are so wet," Danika whispered.
"I'm so close! Staci moaned. "You don't know how close I am. Ever since
you first touched me I've felt like coming."
"Here, let's get these off your ankles. God, Staci, you have such
beautiful long legs."

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Staci gasped.

"Just relax, relax, honey. I'm going to make you come."
"Ahh! Ahhhh! Aaauunngghhhh!" Staci cried out, panting and groaning with
pleasure.
Fawn knew Danika was eating Staci's pussy, tongue-fucking the girl with
the feverish lust she herself had experienced and craved so much. All
she could hear was the wild squirming of their bodies on the sofa. She
shut her eyes, trying to control her own breathing.
She pushed the heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt
through the cloth of her skirt. Staci moaned, her voice keening with
animalistic urgency that drove Fawn wild. Staci was coming. Delirious,
helpless sighs of ecstasy came from her panting mouth.
"Unhhhh! Oh Jesus, now, Danika! Nowwww! Unghghiiieeeee! Oh!
Unghhiieeeee!"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned softly herself, sagging against the door.
She hardly knew what she was doing as she staggered down the hallway,
then down the stairs. She walked the streets for hours, it seemed,
trying to get control of herself. The welter of jealousy and sexual
arousal that gripped her was almost overpowering.
She didn't know what to do, and she was almost afraid to go home. What
if she caught them still doing it? After all, she and Danika had gone
on for hours their first time. On the other hand, Staci knew she would
be coming home after work. She probably would call a halt to it before
then.
They'll probably just go back to Danika's place and do it some more,
she thought, steaming with jealousy and resentment. By six o'clock she
was back trying the door again. This time it opened easily to her key.
No one was home, as she had expected.
Trying not to imagine Staci and Danika lying in one another's arms,
groaning with ecstasy as they made each other come repeatedly, she put
on her bathrobe and brewed a cup of tea. When the doorbell rang she
went wearily to answer it.
"Eric," she said, startled to see him standing there.
She let him in without another word. Now her feelings were more stirred
up than ever. She got a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two
glasses, still without speaking, and rejoined him in the living room.
She poured them each a glass.
"I thought I'd hear from you sooner," she said hesitantly.
Eric nodded and sipped his wine. "I thought you would too," he said. "I
really wanted to call. I almost called you a thousand times, Fawn. But
each time I stopped. I thought you'd probably turn me down because
you'd feel the same way I did."
"How was that?"

"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of
my mind."
Fawn could feel her blood beginning to heat up. But she remained calm.
"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?" she
asked.
He shook his head, his handsome face grinning sardonically. His rugged
jaw and strong, even teeth made her yearn involuntarily to feel his
mouth everywhere on her body.
"No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole
line of them, just trying to find one that could make me forget you."
"And Danika?"
"I haven't seen her since I last saw you." Somehow that made Fawn feel
very good. "Did you find anyone who could make you forget?"
He shook his head again. "There isn't anyone."
This is getting out of control already, Fawn thought. Though
considering what I've been through today, I can hardly blame myself for
letting it. But I promised myself I wouldn't let it happen again. And
yet here it goes anyway.
"Look, Eric," she said, trying to grasp the conversation forcibly and
get it back on the track where it belonged. "I know how you feel. I've
been feeling that way too, believe me. But we can't let it get the
better of us. You know as well as I do that it's wrong. That's why we
kept away from each other as long as we did. I'm your sister."
He glared at her. "You know that doesn't matter."
"I've decided I can't do it any more," she said, looking down at the
floor. "It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing
me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy.
Normal, you know what I mean?"
"What things!" Eric asked, faintly jealous.
"Never mind what things," Fawn replied, embarrassed. She couldn't dare
tell him. "Look, for one thing I'm worried about Danika. She's acting a
little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her enough
in return by now. Why don't you two ...?"
"You've been talking to her?"
"I ... saw her a few times." Again Fawn looked down. "I think she needs
you very much."
She seems to like girl-fucking a little more than I think she should,
she wanted to tell him. But that would be dangerous, and way out of
line.
Eric glared at Fawn, his eyes now flickering with obvious passion, and
determination. "I don't want her," he said. "I want you."
She shook her head, still looking away from him. She tried to keep the

yearning of her own body under control. I don't want him to fuck me,
she repeated to herself. I don't want him to fuck me. Of course not.
"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it, trying to make
him see she meant it, whether she did or not. "Not any more. I think
you should go back to your wife. We had something good. We can always
remember it." Still staring at the floor, she felt her eyes brim with
tears. It hurt. She wanted him too. She didn't see him rise from his
chair, but only felt him coming around the coffee table. She felt his
arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down on hers.
She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue. Her whole
quivering body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into
her flesh through her robe. Ohhhhh god, Eric, I want you to fuck me and
fuck me forever! she wanted to tell him. But she pulled away from him,
wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes.
"We can't, Eric, we can't," she said. "I told you that."
But Eric was not to be put off so easily. He clasped her face again in
his rough, masculine hands, and bruised her swollen lips with his
mouth. His hands slid under her backbone as he kissed her, and found
her naked tits. He squeezed them urgently.
"I want you, Fawn," he panted against her cheek. "I want to fuck you."
"I know ... ohhh, I know," she breathed. "But we can't."
She could feel the huge lump of Eric's cock pushing against her thigh
as she squirmed in his grasp. He kissed her neck, her throat, digging
his fingers into her springy tits, twisting her soft nipples in his
fingers.
"I haven't been able to think of anything but you," he panted. "You
know it's been the same for you, you know it."
You and your wife, Fawn thought, guiltily. "But we can't! We can't!"
She knew he could tell she didn't mean it. But feeling temporarily
desperate, she wriggled free of him and walked across the room. She
turned and saw him staring down at her body, where her bathrobe had
come open. Her naked tits were clearly visible, her nipples erect and
hard from the caresses he had given them.
Quickly she pulled her robe shut. "Maybe ... you should go back to her,
Eric," she suggested hesitantly.
It sounded just as strange to her as it obviously did to him. Am I
crazy, suggesting it? she wondered. But maybe it would work. Maybe it
would save all three of them. Maybe it would make this horrible craving
to fuck with them both go away.
"You mean once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Eric
asked her, incredulous.
Fawn gulped softly. It did sound ridiculous. "Why not?" she said.
For an answer Eric came over and took each lapel of her bathrobe in one
hand. He ripped it open, and literally tore it off her quivering body
in one motion.

"I want you, Fawn," he breathed into her ear. "I want to fuck you. I've
been waiting so long, but I've got to!"
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned, going limp as he held her.
She was close to giving in. What did it matter? Would it make things
better to refuse? Her body needed him. Her cunt was wet and seething.
She wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging stalk of his huge cock.
Eric's hands dropped from her tits, caressing her smooth flat belly.
They slid down to her damp thatch, his fingers probing lower, finding
the soupy aching lips of her throbbing pussy. Fawn hissed with pleasure
as his fingers slid up into her slippery channel.
"Nooooo, oh no, we can't."
Quickly an idea came to her. It might save them both. If the three of
them were ever to have a hope for a healthy and normal life, she had to
overcome this lust for her brother. She had to stop this now, not let
him fuck her either. It was for the good of them both.
Suddenly, surprisingly, she turned into a tornado of passion herself.
She swarmed over Eric, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt
buckle.
"Oh Eric, baby," she gasped, pulling at his zipper. "Let me suck you,
oh let me suck you, and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth.
Last time you didn't let me drink your cum. Let me do it now, please!"
Eric was taken by surprise. Here she had been resisting him, though
yielding at the same time. And now she was nearly devouring his crotch,
tugging at his pants, trying to free his fiery, aching prick. She
pulled him down beside her on the floor, yanking his pants and his
shorts down to his ankles. Then she ran her wet lips all over his hot
blood-thundering prick.
"God, Eric," she said, snaking her tongue over his beautiful stiff
cock. "It's so big! I'd almost forgotten how huge it is. I want to eat
it, I want to swallow it!"
She held the massive ridged shaft of her brother's cock in her hands
and licked it up and down. It was true, she had forgotten how gigantic
it was, and her pussy pulsed and itched with the desire to be filled up
with it.
But she got control of herself. She closed her thirsty mouth over the
flaring purplish head of his prick and sucked him eagerly. She was wild
with passion, wilder than she had ever felt, giddy with the expectation
of swallowing the hot jets of his climax.
Eric was surprised by the sudden, voracious appetite she had for his
cock. But he wasn't going to refuse the pleasure she was offering him.
He lay back on the floor, bucking his hips up gently into her downthrusting mouth. He dug his fingers into her hair, panting softly as he
felt the juices rise up.
"Oh god, I want you to fill me with it," she panted, rubbing his ironhard prick with both hands, kneading his balls, then diving on him
again crazily. "Come, baby, come!"

She was wildly in need of an orgasm herself. Her cunt ached with
insatiable need. But she drove everything else out of her mind and
relentlessly sucked her brother's prick. You've got to see it my way.
You've got to, she thought, humming deliriously as the first salty
juices of Eric's climax began to enter her mouth.
I know you're close, she thought. I know I can make you come! You're
going to shoot it into me, Eric!
She rolled his big soft balls in her fingers, dripping warm spittle on
the ballooning head of his enormous prick, stabbing it with her tongue,
then sucking it nearly down her throat. She heard her brother groan
with pleasure. Come, baby, come! she keened to herself. Let me drink
you! Yes, yes! Let me drink you, baby!
Suddenly, without warning, Eric's hips jumped off the floor. The huge
twitching pole of his cock pushed up into her mouth. He jammed it into
her throat with such power that she coughed and choked. She had been
sucking his cock, but now he was fiercely fucking her throat.
Fawn gagged deliriously and let him do it, feeling the warm milky
rockets of his jism erupt deep in her mouth. His prick squirted and
spurted into her throat, and she gulped down his cum wantonly,
swallowing it and sucking for more, gurgling and humming with happy
lust.
When it was over, Eric slumped back exhausted. Fawn caressed his limp
cock, still burning with a prairie fire of sex need herself, but
determined not to give into it. She was feverish with the need to have
him fuck her, but she tried to control her trembling body. Maybe after
he got back together with Danika. Maybe then, once in a while, they
could ...
But for the present she had to sacrifice her own selfish urges. She
reached across the floor and pulled her bathrobe over, slipping quickly
into it. Then she kissed her brother and whispered to him.
"You see what I mean, don't you, baby?" she said. "If we go on this way
it's just too dangerous. Sooner or later one of us will have to end it.
But if you're with Danika, then once in a while we might ..."
Eric nodded, still grinning from the great pleasure she had given him.
"I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why
you're so interested in Danika's well-being."
"I ... think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say," Fawn
said, knowing that she didn't sound very convincing.
"What about you?"
"I need you too. But you're my brother. You know there's something
wrong about that, Eric."
He nodded again. "Maybe you're right. I guess I should give her a
call."
Fawn felt a faint jealousy again. She trailed her fingers seductively
down his bare chest.

"She's very lovely," she whispered. "Promise you won't enjoy fucking
her so much that you never come back to me just once in a while?"
Eric pulled her down on top of him and kissed her mouth roughly. She
could feel his massive prick throbbing to life again, pressed into the
naked flesh of her thigh.
"Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass
trough the cloth of her bathrobe.
Fawn knew she had to get rid of him right now. Before she threw caution
to the winds and just surrendered to him completely, begging him to
fuck her. She hopped up out of his grasp, and shook her head.
"Not until afterward," she said, smiling.
Eric stood up glumly and pulled up his pants. "I guess that gives me an
extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he grinned.
She nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut
the door behind him she went into her room and slipped out of the robe
again. She lay on the bed, parting her thighs, rubbing her wet sizzling
cunt with both hands. Within seconds she was thrashing about and biting
back her screams, pulverized by molten shock waves of coming.
She came and came, having hot gagging climax after climax, but all the
time she was wishing she had let him fuck her.

Chapter 5
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 Eric away had to be crazy. She even suspected
that she was half-crazy herself for having come up with this scheme to
straighten out Danika and to make her own life more normal at the same
time.
But now that the plan was in motion she really just couldn't say, "Oh
well, let's just forget about it, then. Come over tonight, big brother,
and fuck me till I die of 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 feeling 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," Fawn said.
She realized that her sister-in-law was taking this lesbian fucking
very seriously. But of course, she had known that all along, ever since

she caught her with Staci. It had been the main reason behind her
scheme to get Eric and her back together. How could Danika, after a
ripping good reunion fuck with Eric, ever again deceive herself that
she was only hungry for other cunts, not big pricks like her husband's?
"Look Eric," she said, trying to ignore her jealousy at the idea of
them fucking. "Let's try it this way. Tonight after work I'll drop by
there and kind of soften her up. I'll 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 huge, incredible
cock, she said to herself. I hate to admit it, but right now she needs
it even more than I do.
She 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 naked. Not only that. When Fawn glanced
past Danika into the livingroom, she 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,
beautiful
the sight
whispered

it was very hard for Fawn to take her eyes off Danika's
naked body. And for that matter, she was also mesmerized by
of the other girl. But she quickly regained control, and
harshly to Danika.

"Danika! What's going on here?"

"Just having a little party," Danika smiled. "Come on in, join the
party. How about a martooni? I've already had tee maitoonies myself."
"Close the door!" Fawn snapped. "Everyone in the neighborhood's going
to see you!" Quickly Fawn pushed past her and shut the door behind
them. "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.
She felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening. She knew that part of
her now regretted that Eric would be arriving soon. The thought of a
three-way girl fuck with Danika and this lovely dark Maria who bit and
scratched made her head reel and her blood gush through her veins. 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."
"Shhhh!" 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 love
to fuck with her."
"Danika, calm down," Fawn said, reaching out to touch her sister-inlaw's cheek.
Maria stood behind them, glancing 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
succulent that Fawn felt her cunt oozing again with juices 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 sultry.
"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 ...
"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
given her so much pleasure. But Danika resisted. She cupped her full
tawny tits in her hands, raising them, offering them to Fawn.
She squeezed the firm tit-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. 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 here and let me give you a
drink." She went into the living room, her long smooth back and her
round delectable ass beckoning Fawn. Her voice deepened and grew
huskier.
"Sit here and have a drink," she said. "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. Remember how I can do that? How does that
sound?"
Fawn was gripped by a sharp tremor of lust. In fact, it sounded
absolutely great to her. 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 see-through nightie, 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 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 flimsy 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 deal, 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. 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, but anyway it's true, what the hell."
Fawn tried not to blush. She raised an eyebrow, as if mildly
interested.
"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 prick to be a good lover. You've got to really
care about the other person. That's why I've come to like women so much
better than men. They understand, they care. You know that."
"No, I don't."
"You like fucking with me. 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 from where she scratched me the first time. I came so
hard I thought I was going to die. You love it, you know 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 it, and she wasn't altogether sure it

was true. But she had to keep trying it out anyway, 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'd better put on something over that
sexy nightie before you answer it."
"Shit on them, I don't care," Danika said, half-stumbling toward the
door. She opened it and saw Eric. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my
own runaway husband. Hello, jerko, did you come back to get the rest of
your socks?"
Eric said nothing. He glanced over his wife's shoulder at Fawn, who
shrugged. "Can I come in?" he asked.
Danika stepped aside. "It's part your house too, isn't it?"
He came into the living room, looking very uncertain and nervous.
Danika followed him, half-lurching under the influence of too many
martinis. But her gracious stumbling somehow only enhanced the beauty
of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full tits swayed from side
to side. The gauzy cloth slithered over her high ass, 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. Now's
about time for me to go, she thought. But Eric kept staring at his
wife, obviously feeling strong lust for her.
"I think I'd better go now," Fawn said, 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. She
kissed him full on the mouth, hard and passionately. Eric was very
surprised, but he kissed her back hotly. Instinctively his hands rose
and clasped her dangling tits through the filmy peignoir. Danika broke
off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach.
"See what he wants to do?" she said. "Your big brother wants to fuck
me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me 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.
But at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited. 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
thighs 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.
Here, let me get it out where she can see it."
Fawn was paralyzed in one spot, staring, unable to move. She was
appalled 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.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" Danika purred, unzipping his fly.
She tugged his pants down, slipping her fingers rapidly under the
elastic of his shorts and grasping his naked, bulging cock.
"I ... I'm going now," Fawn panted, feeling her pulse hammer. But she
was still unable to move, to stop looking.
"Oh, don't go, don't go," Danika laughed.
Eric's cock began to swell and rise in her hands. Fascinated, Fawn
stared at it from across the room, watching as Danika playfully
squeezed and pumped it. Then she closed her sensual mouth over the head
of it and gave Eric a sharp passionate suck. Again he winced, gasping
with pleasure.
"See! See!" Danika whooped, half-delirious with lust as she sucked his
throbbing prick. "See big brother's thing? Isn't it big, like I said?
Do you want to kiss it and suck it too? Here, Fawn, get down beside me
and we'll 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? Fawn, let
us do that. Let us both fuck you."
Fawn's mouth was dry. Her cunt flowed with juice, her blood thundered.
Still, she could do nothing but stand there, quivering with confusion
and lust. I want to! she realized. I want to!
While Danika was trying to tempt Fawn, Eric had grasped her peach
peignoir in both hands at the back of her neck. Now he suddenly ripped
it open down her naked back. The filmy nightie fell in soft rags around
her arms, leaving her totally naked.
He stood up and yanked her to her feet. Then he grabbed her roughly,
digging his fingers into the round moons of her naked ass.
"Eric, no. Eric, please, no!" Danika whimpered softly, trying to
struggle free.

"You're my wife and I want to fuck you," Eric panted. "Let Fawn go, if
she wants to. I'm going to fuck you, Danika."
Danika kept wriggling, trying to free herself. She hissed 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 now tinged with puzzlement. For a brief
second he relaxed his grip and Danika jumped free.
Danika stared solemnly at him. Fawn knew she was going to say something
dreadful. "She's done it before," Danika said. "We've done it a lot, in
fact."
Oh god! Fawn thought, panicking completely. Eric stared at her, asking
with his eyes if it was true. And she knew her face gave her away.
"All right," he suddenly said, glaring at Fawn with a mixture of
contempt and lust. "All right, take off your clothes."
"What?" Fawn asked softly.
"You heard her," he said, indicating Danika with his head. "She wants
you to fuck her, not me."
"But that's why I got you over here," Fawn whispered nervously. "To
cure her of that. She needs you, Eric."
He grinned, then stripped off what remained of his own clothes. The
sight of his hard, muscular body made her blood rush hotly through her
veins. "But she wants you," he said, staring at her.
Fawn could not speak. She knew now that she couldn't leave. Her body
was seething with fuck-hunger. Looking at their two naked bodies made
her blood hammer with need. She gazed hungrily at Danika's full swollen
tits and sleek smooth stomach, and at Eric's stiff rearing cock.
With trembling fingers she began
saw her doing it, they both came
were frantically peeling off her
naked flesh, their hands groping

to unbutton her blouse. And when they

over to her. Before she knew it they
clothes. Their mouths were on her
and probing.

When she was completely naked, the three of them went quickly down the
hall to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed, squirming together.
Danika became caught between Fawn and Eric, and she was the focus of
their caresses. They swarmed over her, and she surrendered to them
totally. She rolled onto her back, splaying her thighs, revealing the
slick red gash of her open cunt.
Danika's naked writhing body had always driven Fawn wild with lust, and
now was no different. She ran her hands down the silky skin of the
girl's legs, crouching between them. She pressed her lips to the soft
smooth skin of Danika's inner thighs, holding them steady as Danika
moaned and squirmed.
Glancing up the girl's wriggling body, she saw Eric scooping up the
firm globes of Danika's tits in his hands. He mauled the stiff large

nipples with his lips, bringing shuddering moans of pleasure from

Danika's throat. His rough masculine hands and mouth all over her body
seemed to drive her wild. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her
tits up into his face.
Fawn ran her tongue up and down the puffy inflamed wet crease of
Danika's pussy, then pressed her lips against it and frenched it
passionately. She stabbed her tongue deep into the clenching fuck
channel, slurping and lapping it, gobbling it.
"Unnghhhhunnghh!" Danika groaned, moaning and thrashing, her cunt
jerking up into Fawn's devouring mouth. "Ohhhhh! Ungghhh!"
Fawn felt the bed shift under Eric's weight. He manipulated Danika's
supple body into another position, getting behind her. That made it
harder for Fawn to suck and lick the girl's hot pussy, so she began
kissing Danika's smooth belly, moving up her quivering body to her
jiggling tits.
The tall dark nipples were still wrinkled and erect with excitement,
still wet from Eric's mouth. Fawn's own wet cunt was burbling with
prickly fires but somehow she didn't mind postponing her own
satisfaction. She knew it would come. For the moment it was Danika's
squirming, sweat-damp naked body that consumed her.
She kneaded the girl's firm round tits with her fingers and tongueraped the stiff sensitive nipples. She sucked them down almost into her
throat, making Danika howl with pleasurable agony. At the same time,
she realized that she was only a third party to what was actually going
on between Eric and Danika.
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, mewling softly, biting
her lower lip, hissing as she sucked breath past her clenched teeth.
"Noooo ... noooo!" she moaned, her face a strange mixture of agony and
pleasure.
Eric had already turned the girl onto her side. But now Fawn felt
herself being half-pinned beneath both of them as he pushed Danika over
farther.
"Oh yesss!" he grunted softly at Danika. "Oh yes!"
"Eric, please!" Danika begged.
"Ungg!" Eric grunted, panting, struggling.
"Ohn! Owwwchh! Unggh! Unh! Owwchhh! God, no! Ung!" Danika suddenly
cried out.
Her whole body stiffened. Tears sprung out of her tightly shut eyes.
Fawn squirmed out from beneath her shuddering body. Only now did she
realize what was happening. Eric's whole body was a bronzed clenched
hunk of rippling muscle. His face was contorted with fierce lust as he
ripped his huge prick up into his wife's uptilted ass.
Half of the massive fucker was already sunk in the poor girl's asshole.
With his hands he pulled apart her asscheeks and inched it in further.

Danika's helpless screams were muffled by the sheet. She was completely
impaled, pierced, skewered on his enormous, rigid cock. And now he
started driving it into her ass again and again, like a spike.
Stunned by awe and fantastic sexual excitement, Fawn could do nothing
but watch as Eric viciously ripped and reamed his wife's asshole. She
could feel her own assbud throb and burn in sympathy. Danika's spastic,
clutching fingers grabbed and crumpled the sheet. She burrowed her face
into it, whooping and moaning and pleading soundlessly.
Her cheeks were wet with tears, her face pale with shock. But at the
same time her expression showed an excruciatingly intense pleasure that
fascinated Fawn.
"Unnnn ... unnnn," Danika moaned mindlessly, slumping forward with each
powerful, ripping thrust of Eric's ferocious cock slamming into the
depths of her ass.
When she
her hips
angle he
sank his
possibly

fell forward limply onto the bed, Eric's firm hands

again and roughly pulled her ass back up. He tilted
wanted, then drilled it again with his thick fierce
long cock so far into the girl that Fawn thought no
stand it.

grasped
it at the
shaft. He
one could

Each time he dug his cock into Danika's ass Fawn's own streaming cunt
felt sprayed with stinging sparks. She reached down and stroked the wet
slit, feeling her buttery itching cunt-lips greasy with hot sex-slime
against her fingers.
Finger-fucking herself into pulsing flashes of pleasure, she watched
Danika suddenly change. The girl began bucking her ass back into Eric's
piercing thrusts, grinding her hips, and gritting her teeth. She moaned
in a low, gasping, guttural voice at him.
"Ohhhhhh yes, Eric! Fuck me like that, unghghh! Yes, do it to me, make
me sorry, fuck my ass, unghgh! Owwncchh! Unghgh, yes!"
The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Fawn could
barely stay on it. She crouched beside them, moaning and digging in her
seething pussy with two fingers. She pinched her erect clit and was
already coming in soft preliminary jolts when Danika began to explode
with excruciating orgasms.
"Unnggghh! Yaannghgiiieeee!" she shrieked, slumping forward on the bed,
writhing insanely into the mattress and biting the sheet.
Eric pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgency
began to come. Danika flipped and shuddered out of control
powerful body. Eric reared up like a lust-crazed stallion,
huge prick in his wife's asshole. He growled helplessly as
squirted out of his cock into her ass.

as he too
under his
burying his
the cum

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself moaning desperately.

Her whole body shook with the need for a climax. 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. She
wanted to be split and pierced and shattered with orgasms.

But no matter how frantically she pumped her hand in and out of her
throbbing cunt, the big ones wouldn't come.

Chapter 6
When Eric left briefly to use the bathroom, Fawn squirmed against her
sister-in-law, loving the feel of their warm naked bodies sliding
together. Now it will be my turn, she thought. Now they'll fuck me, and
I can come like that.
"You loved it, didn't you," she whispered to Danika.
Danika nodded slowly, her full lips curving in a half-smile as she
recalled the intense pleasure. "I've never been fucked like that," she
whispered back.
"I haven't either," Fawn admitted.
She could almost still see Eric's huge rigid cock drilling mercilessly
into Danika's ass. And the wild look that had passed over Danika's face
each time it penetrated her. She herself had never been fucked in the
ass. She had always been terrified of it.
The pain. The horrible submission it required. The total violation.
Even now the thought of it made her guts clench, and her asshole pinch
tightly shut in fear. But she could also feel a fluttering in the pit
of her stomach, and a spurt of fire in her cunt as she contemplated it.
"How did it feel?" she asked Danika.
"It hurt at first," Danika said softly. "Then it was terrific."
Fawn kissed her and squirmed against her more heatedly. "But you have
to admit a woman could never make you feel like that," she said.
She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, wanting her to know that she
herself was still aroused, unsatisfied. She drew Danika's hand down her
smooth belly to her moist thatch.
"I want you to fuck me, baby," she whispered hotly into Danika's ear.
"I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, I'm burning up."
But Danika responded listlessly. Her hand was limp, and her tongue
restrained at Fawn flicked at it with her own. "Fawn," she said softly,
"I want to be alone with him."
Fawn froze. She could feel it coming.
"You understand, don't you?" Danika continued.
"I ... suppose I do."
"I know it's not fair," Danika said. "But I can't help wanting it. You
wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you?"
Fawn shook her head, biting back tears she hated herself for. It was
what she had wanted, after all. For them to get back together. The fact

that she was still seething with fuck-need had nothing to do with it.
Pride made her get up from the bed before Eric returned, and head for
the bedroom door. I've got to get out of here, she thought, almost
desperate in her haste. This is crazy, insane. I've got to get out of
here, quick.
"Fawn ... ?" Danika's voice followed her down the hall.
She dressed with lightning speed and was going out the front door just
as her brother appeared, having figured out where she was. She could
hardly tear her eyes from his naked body, especially the long swinging
hunk of his cock, which she wanted so much to feel inside of her.
"Fawn, where are you going?" Eric asked.
But before he could say anything else, she was out the door and fled
down the path to the street. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed
a passing cab. Her thoughts were in a turmoil as she sat in the back
seat of the cab, wondering what to do next.
I've got to get control of myself, she thought. She caught the cab
driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror. He stared at her
brazenly, eating her with his eyes, promising to deliver anything she
might request.
He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and shaggy black
hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist. Fawn knew that there
must be something about her he could smell, some sex odor she had
absorbed from her experience with Eric and Danika.
The way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark bold eyes
riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid he
might have a wreck. During the moments when he took his eyes away from
hers to watch the traffic, she tried deliberately not to glance up at
his name and picture on the cab license that was attached to the
sunvisor.
She didn't want to know his name. She also wanted him to make the first
advance. Finally the cab pulled up in front of her building, and he
shut off the motor. They still had not spoken a word to one another.
Fawn stared at him in the mirror, making no effort to get out. He
turned his head and glared at her over his shoulder.
"Isn't this it?" he said, staring suggestively first at her mouth, then
down at her loose tits that rose and fell in excitement under her thin
blouse.
She had dressed in such a hurry that she had merely stuffed her bra
into her handbag. When she said nothing, but simply stared at him, her
eyes saying, You can fuck me, you can fuck me, please, he repeated his
words.
"Isn't this it?"
"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered, angry with him
for forcing her to begin it.
His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers twisted into
a grin. His eyes drifted again down to the visible bumps her nipples

made in the fabric of her blouse.

"That depends on where you want to go," he said, staring boldly at her
tits.
"I want to go crazy," Fawn whispered. She shifted her shoulders
slightly so that the out-thrusting tit-globes swayed beneath the cloth.
"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"
"I'll bet you can figure that out."
His eyes came back up to her face, slightly threatening, but still
flickering with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me?"
He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced inwardly
with fear of him. What am I doing? she asked herself. But at the same
time his rough, bold manner excited her.
"Because you already know," she said.
Suddenly he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough
callused fingers along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and smoky.
"But I want to hear it from you."
Fawn's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against
her cheek. "I ... I," she tried to speak, glancing down at her shaking
hands.
Still caressing her cheek, her forehead, her chin, running his thick
bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"
Struck by his words, Fawn giggled shyly and stared straight into his
bold eyes. "I don't know, is it?" she said.
He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her
face to her neck, her throat, down to the top button of her blouse.
Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her eyes with
his own.
He slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her tits and
scissoring the tender, swollen nipple with two rough-skinned fingers.
Fawn gasped.
"I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling her warm aching
tit. "It's like kidnapping, if you changed your mind later."
"I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing her body
forward, mashing her tit into his rough hand.
"Why not here?" he said, indicating her apartment building.
"I have a roommate."
"Maybe she's not home." Now her nipples were erect and throbbing. He
gently pinched each one, drawing fresh gasps of pleasure from her. "Why
don't you go up and check?"
Fawn bit her lower lip and nodded. Oh god, she prayed, don't be home,
Staci! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long

enough for her to go upstairs and check.

"Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"
"For you," he said softly. "For you I can do anything."
She waited while he parked the cab. Then she rebuttoned her two
buttons and took him upstairs with her to the apartment. On the
table was a note from Staci, and Fawn began to think that there
fate after all. Staci had gone to the mountains for the weekend
new boyfriend.

top
coffee
must be
with a

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands
hanging at his sides, grinning at her as broadly as before.
"She won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice nearly
choked off with fear and excitement.
Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more attractive
and more terrifying. He had a powerful, muscular, working man's body,
with strong hairy forearms and thick humps of muscle in his shoulders.
His jaw was large and sharp, his dark eyes glittery now with obvious
lust for her.
She went back and fastened the bolt and chain on the door, so that
nothing like her interruption of Staci and Danika could happen, even
though she knew it was impossible. When she turned back to him his dark
eyes bored into her. "What's your name?" he asked. "It's Ca ... Carol,"
she stumbled. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."
"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you
mentioned?"
"You could say that."
"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled.
"I really don't know." She looked away. "What would you like ... to do
to me?"
"Silly question," he chuckled again.
"No, I mean besides that," she said, blushing hotly. "I mean, how would
you like to ... go about it?"
He cocked his head to one side as if she were a genuine pervert, but a
beautiful one of course. He pondered her question for a moment, then
answered forthrightly.
"I'd like to tie you up."
Fawn gulped. God, what have I got myself into? she wondered. "And then
what?" she asked, feeling her pulse hammer.
His voice was serious, even tender. "Oh, I wouldn't beat you or
anything, don't worry." He stared at her for a moment as if to say that
not everyone was a kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the
one who wants to go crazy. I just want to make sure you can't get away
while I'm driving you crazy."

Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat crazily in
her flowing pussy. It's all coming true. I couldn't have imagined it
any better than this! But what if he's not telling the truth?
"How do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.
"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.
"I don't know. Maybe you would."
Her body was trembling and seething with need. She knew with a wince of
terror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender to him no
matter what, and that horrified her. But it would obliterate Eric and
Danika, everything ...
He shrugged his broad, powerful shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to
trust me," he said. "You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just
want a regular little--"
"No, no," Fawn interrupted him eagerly. "You can ..." She had a hard
time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life.
"You can ... tie me up, if you want to. But only if you promise not to
hurt."
He could see how frightened she was, and he crossed the room to her and
again put his rough, callused fingers softly on her cheek. "Only as
much as you want," he said. "I promise."
"Really?"
"Really."
He took her face in his strong, rough hands and kissed her with a raw
authority that made Fawn giddy. And while he was kissing her he slid
his hands down to her buttons again. Within seconds he had her blouse
off and his hands on her naked tits. He kneaded them firmly, cupping
the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing
nipples.
His lips were chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on
her tender skin. He kissed her bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper
chest, and squeezed her tits so hard that it hurt her. But she was so
weak and dizzy with lust that she didn't care.
His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them.
Waves of heat shimmered through her tits. He held them in his palms and
dug his fingers into them, lip-pinching her tight nipples and sucking
them between his teeth.
Fawn put her hands on his shoulder in order to keep her balance. She
shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure,
pushing her aching tits into his face. She moaned in low animalistic
sounds from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and rough, grasping fingers
caused in her sensitive tits and teeth-tortured nipples.
Finally she was hardly able to bear it any longer. Gasping, mewling,
biting her lip, she pushed him away. "I ... I thought you wanted to tie
me up."
He nodded, and grinned. "You're so beautiful, Carol," her said.

"Thank you."
It was almost comic, she thought, how formal and polite they were.
Quickly she took him into her bedroom. She pulled down the bed-covers,
then fished in the waste basket and found a couple of discarded pairs
of pantyhose. She handed them to him.
He tested them for strength, then nodded. "Perfect," he said. "Take off
your skirt and lie down."
Fawn's fingers quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt.
But she obeyed him. Her whole body was alive with tremors of
anticipation. When she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her
bikini panties and began to peel them down her tawny thighs, he shook
his head.
"Leave them on," he said decisively.
"But you--"
"Leave them on."
She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress. Again he
rubbed his rough knuckles against her cheek, a gesture of curiously
harsh tenderness that made Fawn's cunt gush and itch anew each time he
did it.
"Give me your wrists," he said.
She stuck out her arms with her wrists pressed together, and he began
to bind them with one pair of pantyhose. She watched the thick rippling
muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands.
"Why don't you take off your clothes too," she murmured shyly.
"Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still untied makeshift
rope go slack around her wrists.
He removed his shirt and Fawn devoured his powerful, athletic torso.
She loved the thick curly mats of black hair on his chest and stomach,
and the thinner fur on the backs of his shoulders. He unbuckled his
belt and stripped his pants and shorts down his strong legs in one
motion.
Fawn gasped softly as his gigantic red prick sprang up, bobbing and
jumping. It was even bigger than Eric's! A huge monster of stiff
jerking fuck-meat, its shiny purplish head an angry pulsing balloon of
flesh. She stared at his massive thundering cock and suddenly knew she
had got more than she had bargained for.
He stepped forward and pulled her
Fawn's flesh turned to hot jelly.
barely stay seated on the edge of
fear, unable to take her eyes off

wrists up again, cinching them tight.

She trembled so hard that she could
the mattress. She whimpered with
his twitching cock.

"God, it's so big!" she murmured.

Gently he pushed her down on the mattress, drawing her bound wrists up
to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the corded nylon

through the bars and tied it, she squirmed over onto her stomach,
shutting her eyes and biting her lip.
Before moving to the end of the bed to tie her ankles, he scooped his
hand beneath her chin and lifted her face up from between her arms.
"Don't you want to ... ?" he hinted with his head, indicating that she
should roll over onto her back.
Fawn shook her head rapidly, with fierce determination. "I want it this
way," she panted. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh Jesus, do it to
me, please I want it, I want it!"
He smiled and shrugged, glancing down the smooth bronze expanse of her
naked back to the high, upcurving globes of her ass, still halfconcealed by the gauzy fabric of her panties. "Whatever you want, you
can have," he said.
Quickly he moved down to her feet. He ripped the second pair of
pantyhose in two and tied each of her ankles to an opposite corner of
the bed, splaying her legs widely. By this time Fawn was nearly
delirious with need, writhing and moaning with incredible sexual
excitement.
She felt him crouching between her spread-eagled legs on the bed, felt
his gargantuan, hot, throbbing cock against the bare back of her left
thigh as he leaned down over her back and whispered hotly in her ear.
"You're serious? You want it in the ass?"
"Yessss!" she hissed. "Pleeease!"
"Got any vaseline, cooking oil?"
"There's olive oil in the kitchen," she panted, almost out of control.
She felt the bed sink and rise as he left it.
While he was gone she tried to control her feverish panting, tried to
make her shivering body relax. She wriggled on the bed, feeling her
stiff nipples ache as the sheet scraped across them, feeling the corded
pantyhose bite into her wrists and ankles.
She felt the bed sink again as he returned. Suddenly she felt his
tongue exploring the creases of flesh where her thighs met the bulging
flesh of her asscheeks. He nipped at her panties, with his teeth. Fawn
shuddered, whimpering with excitement. Now she realized why he had told
her to leave them on.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she moaned as his teeth nipped at the quivery flesh of
her ass through the thin cloth.
She felt him biting, chewing, tearing at her flimsy panties with his
teeth. Her pussy burned and flowed. She couldn't keep her body still.
Her ass bucked and undulated up into his attacking teeth. Oh Jesus, get
them off! Tear them off, yes!
He managed to rip a hole in them. His tongue slipped through it deep
into the crack of her ass. Fawn yelped and shivered with surprise.
"Oh! Unneeee! Oh!" she cried out, her flipping ass wiggling out of his

grip as she writhed helplessly with unexpected pleasure.

Apparently her writhing excited him. He wasted no more time tearing at
her panties with his teeth. Instead he grabbed the cloth with his hands
and ripped it apart. Her panties disintegrated into shreds of cloth. He
clawed at them, baring her asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her
runny cunt below them.
She felt his breath on her ass, then his tongue dipping into the long
secret crack of her ass. She squealed sharply as it tickled the tightly
shut ring of her asshole, then slithered lower. When it reached her
achy, soupy pussy-lips she really came unglued.
"Unnhhh! Oh yes! Unnnhhh!" she groaned.
He sucked her pussy-lips and jabbed his long tongue up into the
tingling wet slit of her cunt. She scrunched her face into the sheet
and up-tilted her ass to his invading mouth and hands, shrieking with
delight as his harsh tongue scraped the raw bud of her throbbing clit.
Moaning deliriously, she felt him sawing his monstrous cock up and down
between her cheeks. It would never fit, she knew it! It could never fit
into the tiny fear-pinched passage where he had only moments ago had
his long wriggly tongue. She felt the massive fuck-stalk wedged between
the cheeks of her ass, bursting and throbbing with insane power, and
gulped with terror.
Then he began to grease her ass-crack with the olive oil. Fawn began to
shake uncontrollably. Her body shivered with hot tremors, and she
pleaded with him shamelessly.
"Ohhhhhhh yes fuck me," she moaned, tossing her head frantically. "Fuck
me, fuck me, pleeeeease!"
"I will, honey, I will," he said calmly, inserting first one, then two
well-greased fingers into her asshole to open it up.
"Ungghh!" Fawn grunted softly, feeling pain and a wild unfamiliar
pleasure at the same time.
She gritted her teeth and sucked in her breath. She could hear his own
harsh panting and knew he was just as aroused as she was. He fingerfucked her tight asshole for a few minutes, getting it used to the
idea. Then Fawn held her breath, knowing there was no escape now.
She quit breathing entirely as he lodged the huge bulb of his cock in
the small opening of her asshole. He held her asscheeks apart and tried
to inch it slowly into her. At first it wouldn't go in. But he was
strong, and he pushed and grunted.
"Ohhhh noooo!" she sobbed, feeling unexpected tears squirt from the
sides of her tightly shut eyes. "Aaaaggghhhiiieeee!" she howled
suddenly as it popped inside. "Ohhhh! Owwchh! Unngghh! Oh owwwchhh!"
Her whole body erupted in sizzling bolts of electrifying pain. The hot
pain poured through her body, throbbing and changing into a fierce,
excruciating pleasure as he slid the rest of his fiendishly huge cock
into her ass. She was skewered on his massive spiky pole of ass-reaming
prick.

The pain and pleasure were so intense and intermingled that she thought
she was going to black out. And it got even worse as he bent forward
over her, grasping her bare shoulders with his hands. He lunged forward
into her, burying his gigantic rock-hard cock as deep as it would go in
the tight flaming channel of her shitter.
Tense with agony and unbearable pleasure, totally impaled on his
merciless cock, she squirmed down into the mattress, feeling her hard
throbbing nipples burn into the sheet. She grunted mindlessly with lust
and impatience, lifting her ass to him, wanting him to rape and ravish
her brutally.
He now lay slumped on her naked back, his teeth roaming and nipping the
flesh of her coppery shoulders as he enjoyed the intense pleasure that
came from her tight ass pinching his burning prick-shaft. But Fawn was
delirious with need. Fuck me! she wanted to scream at him. Make
everything else disappear! Just fuck me! She tilted her ass up to him
and begged him in incoherent gasps and pleas.
"Fuck me, please, fuck me!" she implored. "Unnngghhhh! Ohhh, it's so
good! Sooo good, unnghhhh! Yesss! Fuck me hard, fuck my ass hard,
please! Rape me, yes, unghh! Ungh! Ungh! Owwnnch! Oh god! Ungh!"
She egged him on, bucking her hips back into him. Her wildly-twitching
body flashed with sexual heat as she felt the huge monster sink into
her ass again and again. And whether it was her words or the frantic
undulations of her body that drove him into a frenzy, he suddenly began
to give her what she wanted.
He reared up over her, pulling his prick out to the edge of her
asshole, grasping her thighs with his rough, strong hands. Then he
plunged it back into her so brutally that she squealed and whimpered
with shock, her body erupting in wild shivers of bliss.
She thrashed and wriggled so wildly that the coiled pantyhose on her
ankles and wrists bit into her skin. Again he slammed his piercing,
punishing cock into her, and again!
"Ohhhhhhhh!" she moaned helplessly, her body pliant and submissive.
"Unnhhh ... Oohhhhhh!"
His hard lower belly slapped into her jouncing, quivering ass as he
hammered his ass-splitting prick deeply into her. Fawn thrust back and
up into him with her shuddering hips, taking the full penetration of
his brutal cock. She pinched and wrenched it with her ass muscles,
driving him wilder still.
Already she was coming. The hot surging waves of honey-fire poured
through her writhing body, and she cried out with sobbing ecstasy.
"Unngghh! Oh god, I'm coming! Unngghiiiieeee!" she wailed.
But it wasn't enough for her. She wanted to drown completely in it. She
wanted a fuck that would totally destroy her, so that nothing in the
past had any reality, ever again. His hard body crushed her from above.
His savage hands mashed between her hot tits and the sheet, squeezing
them brutally, his fingers twisting and pinching her nipples until she
was shrieking and crying with pain.
Still she swooped her ass up again and again to the pounding

penetration of his tireless cock. She dug her elbows and knees into the
mattress and tilted her ass up to him, swirling it in small circles,
twitching it back into his plunging fucker, grunting as he slammed
forward and crammed her flaming asshole with it.
The bed shimmied and creaked and swayed like a ship in a hurricane as
their wet straining bodies clapped together. She felt his massive
plunging cock grow even bigger inside of her. Now he's going to come!
she thought. He's going to come too!
She could feel a bigger climax hurtling toward her too. He swarmed over
her back, sinking his teeth crazily into the flesh of her shoulders,
clawing her tits with his hands. Each brutal piercing thrust of his
cock lifted the lower part of her body off the bed completely.
Fawn screeched helplessly, twisting and thrashing as hot whirlwind
tornadoes of coming wrenched her body. The long ass-murdering rocket of
his prick exploded deep inside her ass, squirting hot strings of jism
into her. And Fawn thought she would pass out from the firestorm of
ecstasy that throttled her.
"Aaggnnhiieeee!" she screamed. "Owwnncchhh! Oh! Unghh! Oggghhh god,
god! Oh shit, yes, unghhh! Anngghiiieeeee! Aiieeeee!"
Everything disappeared but the killing pleasure of the moment. It was
what she had wanted, a fuck so fierce and brutal that nothing before or
after it would ever be the same. They lay still for a long while with
his cock still embedded deep in her throbbing asshole, both of them
stunned by the blinding fury of their climax.
She was in a state of collapsed exhaustion when she felt him finally
slide his prick out of her wounded asshole. He caressed the high creamy
moons of her sweat-glistening asscheeks with his rough hands, and Fawn
could feel a twinge of new pleasure inside her cunt, as if she might
come again, just from the feel of his rough fingers on her ass.
"God, that was good!" she gasped, smiling up at him with gratitude.
He was busy untying her hands and feet, freeing her as quickly as
possible. When he had finished, she drew him down beside her on the
bed. Thoughts of Danika and Eric were never farther from her mind as
she nuzzled his rough cheek and let her hand trail down his body to his
limp cock.
"Ummmm, I'll bet you rape all your attractive passengers in the ass
that way, don't you," she purred playfully, giving his enormous cock a
gentle squeeze.
"Only when they want to go crazy," he replied, now beginning to caress
her body more tenderly.
In only a few minutes, his cock began to swell and throb again. Fawn's
body came to life quickly under his hands and mouth. "Why don't we go
crazy the regular way this time?" she asked him softly, pumping his
newly stiff prick up toward her wet pussy slit.
"Sounds like a good idea to me," he said.
"Ohhhhhh," she moaned, "there never was a better one, honey. Just get
it in me, quick. I want you to fuck me all night."

She rolled onto her back, her thighs yawning apart to receive him, and
everything she had worried about before vanished in a hot new surge of
passion and wild bliss.
The End