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# Posted: 3 Feb 2006 18:07
Chapter 1
Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Staci took a night school
class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself
was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would
come over while Staci was gone.
Fawn would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, finally coax
him into fucking her in the bathtub. Or under the kitchen table,
anywhere to break up the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was
out of town at a business conference. All in all it was just as well
with Fawn. She liked being alone once in a while and had little
opportunity for it.
She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now. And even
though she thought she liked him as much as ever, and though the sex
was still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new
places to do it, she couldn't help feeling a little stale, weary about
the whole thing.
Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity
into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really
don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace
and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair. And maybe
sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.
As soon as Staci had gone, Fawn slipped out of her clothes and into her
bathrobe. Then she fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she
went into the bathroom and started the tub water. While she waited for
the tub to fill, she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and
placed a shower hat over it.
When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down
at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was
that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body
closely. At other times Staci's presence, even if the bathroom door was
locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious. As if it were somehow
wrong or even filthy to touch her own nipples or run a tender, tickling
finger along the moist folds of her cunt. She was afraid she might
shudder or moan softly, and Staci would overhear her. Not that she ever
masturbated any more, of course. No need for that what with Jeff
fucking her ears off four or five times a week.
All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked
body in total privacy. To investigate the sweet succulent mysteries
that made men, all men it seemed, crave her so much. That made Jeff,
for instance, groan and twitch with lust from the moment he touched her
naked flesh until he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with cum.
While the hot water crashed into the tub, she took a hand mirror and
stood with it in front of the full-length mirror on the back of the
bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At
twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth.
Her skin tanned easily, richly and since she knew that the contrast
between tanned and untanned skin was fantastically sexy she always kept
her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra
protected it from the sun. There her skin was pale and creamy,
marvelously white and tempting.
Her firm high asscheeks were two glowing moons below the incurved sweep
of her long bronze back. Her young uptilted tits were two creamy globes
thrusting out above a velvety expanse of her flat golden midriff. She
had large, inviting nipples, tinged a deep rose color, puffy soft cones
that swelled out from her tits.
She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways. The full
perky curve of her taut ass was amazing. Her firm round tits were just
the right size, her large nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand
lightly down the silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger
playfully into the deep puckered cup of her navel.
Next she planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly. One
side of the hand mirror gave back a magnified reflection, and she
slipped this side between her spread thighs. Fascinated, she gazed down
at the huge pink-lipped slash of her own pussy.
The folds of her cunt-lips were moist and shiny, but only half-
blossomed at this point. They revealed only hints of the fiery-red wet
inner slit they protected. The small heavenly button of her clit was
half-hidden up under its pinkish hood.
Fawn slid one forefinger slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting
them farther. She inserted the finger all the way into the warm greasy
depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last
knuckle. Her knees trembled involuntarily. She rotated the finger, and
with her thumb, rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed.
"Ohhhhhhhhh!" she gasped.
It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching
it in the mirror. The magnification made her cunt look huge, red and
wet, and her fingers enormous, probing it. She shut her eyes,
whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at
the sight.
Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now. She could get two
fingers fully into it. But her other hand shook so badly, her breath
came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand-
mirror in place.
Quickly she put it on the floor and squatted over it. She dug softly in
her flowing pussy with both hands now, shivering uncontrollably. In the
door mirror she noticed her glazed eyes. Her long nipples were tight
and erect.
Oh God, I think I'll do it! she said to herself. I think I will, I'm
going to do it!
"Ahhhhhhh ... anngghh," she heard the sounds coming from her throat.
Her whole body flushed and melted with hot tremors. She was so involved
with the decision she had made, to bring herself off, to make herself
come right there, that at first she didn't notice the water on the
floor.
But suddenly her bare knees felt wet. She was shocked out of the
trembling hot sexuality that gripped her. Then the water poured over
the mirror itself. Fawn gasped, and turned her head. Water was spilling
rapidly over the edge of the tub.
"Oh shit--!" she cried out. "Goddamn it! Shit!"
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, then yanked up
the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was
submerged in water.
Gritting her teeth, her eyes filling briefly with tears at her own
foolishness, she snatched towels from every available rack and began
mopping up the mess. She wrung out the wet towels over the emptying
tub, then sopped up more water. She was so angry and busy at the task
that at first she failed to hear the doorbell.
Then, when it rang again and she finally heard it, she only grew
angrier. "Goddamn it!" she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor and headed for the front door,
finding herself halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was
still totally naked. She leaped back to the bathroom for her robe. She
slipped into it, then tried to control her panting and her anger as she
walked down the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Eric
there when she opened it.
Ordinarily Eric would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation.
But the look on his face told her that he felt even more down than she
did at the moment.
"Only me," he said, glumly. "Can I come in?"
"You can if you're good with a mop," she said, closing the door behind
him.
But Eric was so distracted he didn't seem to hear her. He stalked into
the living room, nervous, jumpy.
"Have you got anything to drink around here?" he asked.
"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine."
Fawn pulled off the shower hat and shook her thick mane of hair back
over her shoulders. She knew now that it would be a while until she got
to her bath.
"I'll take the Scotch," her brother said.
"What's the matter, Eric?"
With him following her, she went into the kitchen. She found the half-
empty bottle, which was used mostly by Staci's boyfriends, and poured
him a drink from it. Eric grabbed the glass and gulped the whiskey
thirstily.
"Danika," he growled. "She's been screwing another guy. For nearly two
months. I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh no!" With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Fawn reached out a
hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Eric, I'm sorry."
Eric gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to
her. Fawn refilled it with the pale golden liquor.
"Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to
get drunk all alone, do you?" He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending
toughness to mask his misery.
"I don't want you to get drunk at all."
But when she looked at the pain in his eyes, and then thought of her
own foolishness in the bathroom minutes ago, she was tempted to join
him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about
everything for a little while. To help him forget.
She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch Danika was to do
this. And Fawn knew she wouldn't have trouble agreeing. Long ago she
had suspected something like this would happen. She had thought from
the beginning that Danika was a prick-happy little flirt who would
never be happy with only one man.
Danika was a small dark-haired girl with flashing eyes, long natural
eyelashes, lovely high cheekbones, a full sensual mouth, and sexual
allure that filled any room she walked into with murky invitations. For
her small size she had a great curvy body, and stunning long legs. From
the start Fawn had thought Eric was asking for trouble in marrying her.
Now that Danika had finally gone and betrayed him, maybe it was time
for Fawn to play straight with her brother. She would try not to say 'I
told you so,' but it wouldn't hurt to listen, to give him some support.
And it would get her mind off that silly business in the bathroom.
"Come on," Eric joked again, winking at her once more. "What kind of
party is this with only one drunk?"
Fawn smirked at him. "Why not."
She took a glass from the cupboard, filled it with ice and Scotch, then
clinked it against his and drank. They took the bottle with them into
the living room and sat down. Fawn sat on the sofa, Eric on one of the
easy chairs.
Her brother launched into a long, bitter tirade against his wife. Fawn
listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right
moments. The Scotch made her feel warm and tingly. As time wore on she
began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of something other than
satin, because it was so slippery.
It was hard enough to keep the skirt down over her thighs and knees.
But even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it
loosened more. Her firm upthrusting tits pushed against the front part
of the robe until the neck lapels were gaping wider and wider,
revealing more and more of her smooth tanned upper chest.
Her feelings were complicated even more by the delicious sensation of
the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped
softly across her sensitive nipples, rustling against the skin of her
inner thighs as she modestly tucked it there. She contemplated making
an excuse to get up and change. But it felt so good and warm, and
tingly that she really couldn't decide.
In front of her brother she felt very modest, but at the same time
remarkably relaxed. Especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's
betrayal that he hardly paid Fawn the slightest attention. After a
while, as he droned on about Danika's infidelities, she really didn't
hear him any more.
Instead she just stared at him, feeling pleasantly giddy and warm, and
fell into a sort of trance. She didn't know how long she drifted in her
warm sensual reveries. She squirmed in her seat, and felt dazed and too
warm. She drifted back to conscious awareness and noticed that Eric's
droning voice had stopped.
Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was
staring at her, but not at her face. No, his eyes had dropped lower,
and she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come
completely undone, probably because of her unconscious squirming.
The robe had fallen open, and her body was exposed from her throat to
the top glistening fringe of her pubic hair. Flushing with
embarrassment, Fawn pulled the robe shut.
"Oh I don't know what happened to me!" she said breathlessly.
"Don't," Eric croaked softly, his eyes briefly pained at she closed the
robe over her body.
"Eric!" she said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing.
"Please don't."
"Eric, I'm your sister!"
Eric shook his head, as if to clear it, as if to wake himself up. He
grinned at her.
"That's right," he said. "You are. I guess I almost forgot. For a
minute there I think ... well, I was remembering that time I stole your
bikini top."
It was something Fawn had not thought about for years. As a youngster,
when diving into the family swimming pool one afternoon she had lost
her mini bikini top. Embarrassed, she had surfaced squealing and
splashing, looking everywhere for it. But Eric, laughing outrageously,
had jumped into the pool and scooped it up before she could reach it.
He had refused to return it until she emerged half-naked from the pool,
her arms crossed nervously over her bare young tits. She could still
recall the look in his eyes as he boldly tried to peek through the
angles of her elbows and forearms for a glimpse of her nipples. Before
taking back the bra, feeling just as bold as he, she had dropped her
arms to her sides, giving him a full shot of what he wanted to see. Her
brother's eyes had flashed as big as saucers.
Now she blushed hotly. "You were?" she said, her voice quivering beyond
control.
"I'll never forget it," her brother said. "You were beautiful even
then, but now ..."
"Eric, I think we'd better change the subject," Fawn said.
Her hot blood was thundering against her ears, her skin was hot and
prickly. Her mind whirled confusingly. She felt so close to something
dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she
figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen
again.
They were both a little drunk, she knew. But Eric had drunk more than
she had, so it was up to her. Acting firmly, she tightened the sash of
her robe, then stood up.
"I think I'd better change, get into something else," she said. "Don't
you?"
"No," Eric said.
"I mean," Fawn's voice faltered, "we'll both feel better if there isn't
any chance of ..." but she couldn't go on.
"Of what?" Eric asked, looking into her eyes.
"You know very well what."
She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it.
She was breathing so hard that her chest was heaving. That only made
him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under
the shiny satin of her bathrobe. His eyes flickered with half-drunken
ironies.
"Tell you what," he said. "Look at it this way. If you're my sister,
and I'm your brother, then we're both the same flesh, right? We came
from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and ..."
He fell silent and they both laughed nervously. Meanwhile, Fawn had not
budged a step since she had stood up.
"Well, I guess I've heard everything now," she said, trying to match
his calm irony.
"No you haven't," Eric said. His voice was now getting thick, clotted
with excitement. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more before
you change? Just for family's sake."
"Why should I."
My God, what am I saying? she thought. I'm teasing him, for god's sake!
I'm just making it worse!
"Because I want to see you," her brother said solemnly. "You're
lovely."
"Lovelier than Danika?" Fawn whispered softly, growing more ashamed of
herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to
the crotch of his pants and saw the huge swelling there.
"Lovelier than anybody," Eric whispered. "I swear."
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all.
"You won't touch?"
Eric gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't
kids any more. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured, her stomach trembling with
excitement. "I don't believe you for a minute. Not a minute."
But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash anyway, tugging
it, pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body,
her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose
before him as she had earlier posed for herself before the bathroom
mirror.
She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was
almost overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the
robe and slip it off her shoulders she knew the step had been taken.
There was no going back now.
They would do it now. And she would let it happen, she would invite it.
And she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because they
were not supposed to let it happen even though her body seethed and
ached for him.
Eric's face froze with fascination and lust as he scrutinized her naked
body. Glowing and warm with the fires of her shame and excitement, Fawn
slowly pirouetted in front of him. She showed him the high pale globes
of her ass, bending gracefully as she completed her turn so that her
firm tits swayed outward and bobbled pertly. Her long puffy nipples
were already half-erect as they swirled before her brother's hypnotized
gaze.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Eric only nodded, and licked his lips.
She stroked her body delicately with her fingertips, as if to show off
its finer points. Her fingers traced the soft curves of her ribs and
her flat sun-browned stomach. She raised her knuckles to the smooth
curved undersides of her creamy tits and nudged them so that they
jiggled and quivered.
Eric's breath clawed its way out of his throat. The sound of it excited
Fawn even more. She went closer to him. His crazed eyes devoured her
succulent tits. She was watching his eyes so closely that she squealed
with surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of
her thighs.
He pulled her forward strongly, squeezing her asscheeks as he pushed
his face into her naked stomach. She felt his wet tongue slithering
into her deep navel.
"Ohhhh! Ohhh!" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked and scandalized. But
the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging urgently
into her ass had made her simply reel with hot thrills.
"Oh Eric," she said, half-mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't
touch! You promised!"
"Couldn't help myself," her brother said hoarsely.
He managed a quick grin. He flexed his fingers suggestively, the ones
he had dug into her soaked ass.
"Now Eric ... Eric!" she whimpered softly, backing away.
Her heart skittered and jumped as he stood up from his chair. He had to
bend slightly because his cock was all crumpled up in his crotch. She
could still feel the impressions in her asscheeks where his fingers had
sunk, and a tiny trace of saliva left in her navel by his tongue. God,
god, I should stop it now, she thought, before it's too late!
I can't let you fuck me. Oh, god, please, Eric stop it yourself, I
can't do it, I want it too much!
Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Eric walked toward her.
"Fawn, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes
racing over her nakedness.
Fawn kept backing away from him, staring solemnly into his eyes. She
shook her head, saying 'No, no' with her mouth, but unable to make any
sounds come out.
"Eric, you know we can't."
"Yes, we can."
He backed her into the wall. The sharp gnash of his zipper sent hot
needles of excitement and anticipation through her trembling flesh. His
hands cupped her feverish face, and his mouth came down toward hers.
"No, Eric, no ... no!" she whimpered. "What about ... Staci?"
"Where is she?"
"She's at night school."
His lips found hers, curving into them. His tongue slipped between her
parting teeth. His hands dropped to her shoulders, then down to her
tits. He filled his palms with them.
Gently squeezing the round tit-globes, he kissed her cheek, her neck,
then took her whole ear into his mouth and breathed flame into it. He
pushed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering to her.
"When does she get home?"
"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned.
Her body was totally pliant and yielding. Her cunt was wet and achy,
and as he frenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid
her hands under the elastic of his shorts. She grasped his huge hot
prick, pulling it out, her fingers stroking it urgently.
She knew she didn't care anything about Staci, who wouldn't be home for
another two hours, anyway. I just want you to fuck me! she thought
wildly. Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the
floor, or on the bed, I don't care!
Eric's mouth trailed down her smooth tanned shoulder to her creamy left
tit. He licked her large rosy nipple thirstily.
"When does she get home?" he repeated, his voice half-strangled by his
lust.
But before she could answer Fawn felt his lips close over her pulsing
nipple. She felt it stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened, and
her knees sagged. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain
standing.
She pulled him against her so that she could feel the long gristly
stalk of his jumping prick pressing against her naked belly. Her breath
whistled past her clenched teeth as he hungrily slurped and sucked her
throbbing nipples. She moaned and began to writhe in his grasp.
"Oh Eric," she murmured. "Eric, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are
we going to fuck? Are you going to fuck me?"
Instead of answering her, he pulled her down the hallway to the
bedroom. His hands stroked her long coppery back, her pale ass, her
silky tanned thighs. Fawn tore off his shirt and skimmed his pants and
shorts down his legs. She stooped and clumsily licked his twitchy red
cock before he pulled her to her feet.
He kissed her mouth again savagely, then laid her down on her back on
the bed, the way he wanted her to be. Shivering with excitement and
lust, Fawn yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so
that her feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass
perched on the edge of the mattress.
The wet glistening furrow of her pussy was uptilted and gaping, totally
vulnerable. Instinctively, she knew that if he wanted her this way it
was so he could stand on the floor himself. He would gain so much
leverage that she was in for a ploughing, piercing, skewering fuck from
the huge pulsing purplish ramrod of flesh he was now lowering between
her thighs.
She shuddered with the awful guilt of what they were doing. But she
submitted completely to his wishes. His hard tanned muscular body was
so desirable to her that she wanted to swarm all over him herself.
She wanted to kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his enormous
prick into her mouth. And feel his hungry lips burrowing hungrily in
her simmering pussy. She wanted to do everything! Everything with him,
before they got down to the actual fucking!
But Eric's driving lust for her was so overwhelming that she had no
choice. She had to give her body to him instantly, and let him ravish
her and puncture her with his fierce cock until they both were
shattered with coming. Her body quivered out of control.
"Ohhhhh ... ah baby, oh Eric, we can't, we can't do this, unnghhhh! Oh
god, suck me, baby!" she panted.
His mouth dropped to her barely slackened tits and found her sensitive
nipples again, giving them long agonizing throat-sucks. Fawn's fingers
caressed his rock-hard cock where it bobbed in readiness between her
spread thighs. She pulled it toward her open cunt slit, aching to be
filled by it.
Eric stroked her trembling hips and steadied her crotch. He carefully
lodged the swollen head of his prick in her squinchy pussy-lips. Then
he gazed straight into her eyes and slid the full length of the burning
cock shaft into her.
"Ahhhhhh ... nunnnunn, oh shit, ohhh shiiit, oh Eric, baby! Oh yes ...
yes yessss!"
It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Fawn had ever felt
inside of her. It was sunk deep in the pit of her hot cunt, filling her
up totally. Eric did not pull it out immediately but instead left it
buried in her while he scooped her shoulders up in his arms and lowered
his bare hard chest down on her tits. He put his lips against her ear.
"Fawn ... Fawn!" he groaned in a husky whisper.
"Yessss, oh yessss!" she answered, her body undulating of its own
accord under him.
She knew he wanted to say more. But both of them were so overcome with
hot lust that they couldn't speak. All Fawn wanted to feel was the joy
of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her.
"Fuck me, Eric," she murmured to him. "Unhhh! Oh god, yes! Fuck me,
baby, you can do anything to me, anything! Unhhh! Ohnngg! Yes, ungghh!
God, yes, unghhh!"
He brought long shuddering moans from her by drawing his long prick
slowly out of her smoldering cunt until the bulbous head of it escaped,
then sliding it slowly all the way in again. But the excitement and hot
fantastic guilt of what they were doing made it impossible for them to
go slowly for long. And Eric had placed her this way on the mattress
for a purpose, she knew.
Soon they were both digging their feet into the floor, groaning and
whimpering, their striving bodies writhing together. Fawn clenched her
thigh muscles and flung her cunt up into her brother's hammering,
piercing prick. She gagged and squealed with delight as she felt the
huge, ravaging pole cram her throbbing pussy to the splitting point.
Oh Jesus, I ... I've never felt anything like it, never, never! she
thought over and over.
She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body
with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him,
and pushed her tits up into his grinding chest. She gobbled his mouth
with her own, whimpering against his teeth.
"Ohhhhh, it's so good!" she panted.
The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and her body
exploded into flames. She had never felt this way. She screeched and
clawed his back, moaning with guilty passion, knowing it was her very
own brother who was fucking her like this.
She couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing
cock, the biggest she had ever felt. Stuffed with the huge stalk, she
shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt-muscles.
Eric moaned with pleasure, and Fawn felt his strong fingers bite into
the flesh of her back.
"Ohhhhh, you're so good to me," she hummed, feeling the first distant
rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "Sooooo
good to me, so, good, so good, unngghh! Unh! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! Do it
hard to me, ohhh! Angghhhh!"
Eric had not hurt her with his huge plunging prick simply because he
knew how to use it. But now that she hung trembling on the verge of
coming, he ripped his cock up into her with growing violence. God, how
could Danika ever give this up? Fawn wondered, delirious with hot
pleasure.
Stabbed to the quick by his hammering prick, she flung her juicy cunt
wildly up into his frantic thrusts, squealing and raking his shoulders.
Her whole body throbbed and ached with need. God, fuck me, big brother,
make me come. Now, now!
"Eric! Oh baby, oh I'm going to come!" she panted, pumping more and
more wildly with her hips. "Oh god, kiss me, please! I'm going to ...
oh kiss me, quick! Unhhhh ..."
She groped for his panting mouth with her own, snaking her wanton
tongue into it. She died with fresh pleasure each time the fierce spike
of his prick buried itself in her clenching fuckhole. She shrieked as
it tore into her, then stiffened, grunting helplessly as her body
shuddered for release.
Then she exploded in a hot blinding rush of coming. Everything was
obliterated but the wrenching glorious spasms of her climax. For a
moment it even knocked the breath out of her. Then she was screaming
wildly.
"Annngghhiiieeee!" she cried out, swarming up into him, locking her
thighs around his thrusting hips. "Unnghghhh! Oh god, yes, yes!
Unnnngghgiiieeee! Ohhhhhhhhh!"
She couldn't stop coming, and she felt the hot spurts of Eric's cum
flooding her pussy a second later. She heard his choked moans, and felt
every hard muscle in his driving body tense into steel as he ploughed
his erupting cock deep into her creaming cunt slit.
He crushed her body against his, squeezing her so roughly that it hurt.
But she didn't want it to stop, ever! Don't let me go, don't stop
fucking me! she wanted to beg him. She knew, once they let go of each
other, how hard it would be to ever do this again. So they couldn't
stop now.
"No, don't let me go!" she whimpered as he began to draw his cock out
of her. "No!"
"Fawn, god, I've never had a fuck like that," he said, wiping the sweat
off his forehead, still panting softly.
"Me neither," she said, kissing his cheek. "Don't take it out of me.
Fuck me again."
He grinned. "What do you think I am, a miracle?"
"I mean rest a minute, then fuck me again. I didn't get enough the
first time."
He kissed her, and their tongues coiled passionately together. "I
didn't either," he said, running his mouth down her shoulder to her
naked tits again. "I know I'll never get enough of you."
Fawn nearly went into a swoon as he began tenderly to suck her nipples
again. She knew they would never have another chance like this one, and
she gave herself up to it with total surrender....
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