whorls.
'You loved it, didn't you?' she whispered.
Danika nodded slowly, her full lips curving in a half-smile as she recalled the intense joy. 'I've never been fucked like that,' she whispered back.
'I haven't either.' Fawn's brain still bubbled and simmered with dazzling images of Eric's stiff, rigid red cock drilling mercilessly into Danika's ass, surging into her, splitting her open with its fierce ravaging power. She could still see the vast, unbearably sublime torment that passed over Danika's face, still hear the gurgled cries of agony and passion that fought their way out of her sister-in-law's throat. She herself had never been fucked in the ass, she had always been terrified of it, of the pain, of the horrible sense of submission it required, of the total violation it involved. Even now, the thought of it, the recollection of what she had seen, made her guts clench, her rectum pinch tightly shut in fear, but she also recognized the flutter in the pit of her stomach, and the wash of fire in her cunt and her ass as she contemplated it. 'How did it feel?' she asked Danika.
'It hurt at first. Then it was terrific,' Danika gasped. 'But now it hurts a little again.'
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, feeling somehow that it was her responsibility to remind Danika what it had all been about. But now it sounded hollow and stupid to her. She didn't know whether she wanted to have the same thing done to her, and she doubted whether any of them, especially Eric, would feel like going through it again this soon. Oh she wanted to have something done to her. She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, french kissing her and drawing Danika's hand down to her trembling belly, to her moist thatch.
'I want you to fuck me, baby, I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, I'm burning up,' she breathed huskily into Danika's ear.
But Danika responded listlessly, her hand limp, her tongue restrained as Fawn flicked at it with her own. 'Fawn… Fawn,' she murmured lazily, 'I want to be alone with him.'
Fawn's heart dipped. She shivered. Oh no! she thought.
'You… you understand, don't you?' Danika stroked Fawn's naked buttocks lovingly, but without sensuality.
'I… I suppose I do.' After all, that's what I wanted, isn't it? she thought. I never counted on being here beside you. But suddenly Fawn grew angry. If it were not for Danika, she would have been out the door before the whole thing started. 'It's your fault I'm here, though,' she whispered. 'You wanted me to stay. I didn't… I didn't even…'
Uncontrollable tears welled up in her eyes, and she sucked them back.
She wanted to say that she hadn't even come. While the two of them had nearly incinerated one another with hot, blind, murderously sweet coming, she had been forced into the role of a mere observer. Actually she knew she had come, but only by helping herself get there, and only in the way that was no good at all when compared with the blazing, erupting firestorms she had witnessed in them.
Danika's eyes blurred with tears, too. She kissed Fawn warmly, sweetly.
'I know it's not fair,' she whispered. 'But I can't help wanting it.
You wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you? What if he came back from the bathroom and saw us making it like that? That's one of the reasons he was so vicious to me, because of what I told him about us.
That's why he-'
'But you loved it!' Fawn said.
Danika grinned. 'I know, but I don't want it again this quick.'
Then let him do it to me! Fawn thought, trying to control her panic at the thought that she was going to be sent away. Let him do it to me! Oh no, no, I don't mean that. Oh god, yes I do! I don't know what I mean!
She pulled away from her sister-in-law. 'If you don't want to, then just let him fuck me,' she whispered, desperate but trying not to seem that way. 'I'm so close, baby, so close! It would be very quick. Then I'll go home and you can have him all to yourself.'
Danika looked solemnly at Fawn, her eyes suddenly very knowing. 'If he does that, then he won't have enough energy left over for me, for the rest of the night.'
Increasingly desperate, hating herself for it, Fawn begged her. 'He doesn't even have to come. All he has to do is…' Oh god, oh Jesus, Fawn thought, I want him to stick that huge beautiful prick in me, I'll come in two seconds, I'll just explode, I know I will! The thought flashed through her mind that Eric had only fucked her once, that it had been the best ever in her life, but that now she might have ruined things forever, she might never have him again! What a fool, what a fool! she thought. It was all a mistake.
Very cool and serious, Danika said, 'You've done it before with him, haven't you.'
Fawn gulped, and tried not to blush.
'And here I thought I was the one who ought to be so ashamed,' Danika said. She rolled onto her back beside Fawn, stretching, languid, voluptuous, stroking her own naked supple body with her delicate fingers, incredibly sexy in this moment of her small triumph. 'I don't know what'll happen in the future,' she murmured, rubbing her thick mouth-watering brown nipples alive with her fingertips, 'but for now he's my husband. And I want him to fuck me all night, and maybe all day tomorrow too, and believe me, I know how to keep him here. I thank you for getting us back together.'
Now Fawn was really angry. 'I'll tell you one thing,' she snapped, getting up and starting for the livingroom to get her clothes. 'You're one of the quickest switchers I've ever heard of. Half an hour ago you were a confirmed lesbian, and now look at you!'
Danika grinned wickedly and arched her back so that her whole luscious body undulated and her breasts thrusted upward, quivering. She was astonishingly desirable, and Fawn's breath caught in her throat. 'What do you mean,' she murmured, 'don't you think I look good?'
Fawn didn't trust herself to speak. Instead she whirled, tears flooding her eyes again, and ran down the hall to the living room, where she dressed with lightning speed. Eric appeared in the hallway just as she was slipping out the front door, crying soundlessly.
'Fawn!' he shouted. 'Fawn, where are you going? Come back, come here, Fawn!'
Through the prisms of her tears she saw him standing there, bronzed and muscular and naked, the long thick ropey tube of his cock swinging between his thighs, the cock she wanted so badly to have buried in her, cramming her and splitting her with joy at that very moment. She shook her head, weeping aloud. 'No. No, no, no!' she wept. 'Go back to your wife, she wants you! I told you that, I told you. She needs you!'
'Faw-' he said, but she shut the door, and ran down the walk to the street.
Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. She sat in the back seat of the cab feeling angry, guilty, ashamed, betrayed, one after the other, weeping in confusion. At the same time she wished the awful flux of emotion would somehow blot out the seething urgency of her body, the hot hungry itchiness of her still-gripping cunt, the endless throbbing of her blood. She was wound tight as a wire, drawn up to a fever-pitch of sexual need, and she didn't know who to blame for it-them or her? She needed violent release, but she didn't know what to do about it. Maybe Kelley would be at home. But that was the last thing she wanted, to get even deeper into the sick network of relationships that were connected to the scene she had just left.
Jeff, she knew, was also a possibility. And she knew he would be willing, he would ask no questions, he would give her what she needed.
But it would not be what she really needed, whatever that was. And she would not be able to keep herself, this time, from making comparisons with Eric, whose rampaging, rearing, piercing, cunt-splitting, assreaming, gargantuan cock was the only thing she wanted to feel inside her, probing and slicing and skewering her into the guilty ecstasies she craved so wantonly.
What's coming over me? she thought. Why won't it go away? I'm right back where I started from, I really am a nympho after all, just seething and boiling with it, when really I should just be so mad at everybody that I wouldn't want to be touched.
She thought briefly of going home and masturbating, but she quickly dismissed that, knowing it was no good, knowing she had already done it, only minutes ago, and it had solved nothing. While she was turning all this over in her head, and trying to suppress or ignore the gushing tumult of her blood and the hot unsatisfied yearnings in her burning pussy, 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, and a mouth with a vicious, sarcastic twist. And she suddenly knew that there
