Chapter 3

Fawn stayed the night. Around midnight, when the two of them finally fell into exhausted sleep in one another's arms, neither she nor Danika could have counted the times they had each come. Fawn was simply flabbergasted by what they had done. Maybe that's the reason you're not supposed to do it with another woman, she thought. Because she knows how to fuck you so good, and she never gets tired. I mean, she can just go on doing it to you, and you can do it to her, until neither of you can lift a finger anymore. I mean, Eric fucked me better than any other man ever has, but it couldn't have been as good as this. Could it?

She couldn't decide, she didn't know. All she knew was that her body had never before been wracked by such an endless flow of joyous spasms in such a short space of time.

After the thrill of their first climaxes subsided, they did as Fawn suggested. Danika slipped back into her robe, found another one for Fawn in the closet, and they went back to the living room and drank another martini. By this time it was getting dark outside, so Danika pulled all the drapes tight and lit some candles and put on some music.

The music and the gin made Fawn feel so good that she stood up and started dancing in front of Danika. Her body under the borrowed robe felt warm and graceful, more sensual than ever, and she swayed in the soft candlelight before Danika's fascinated gaze, letting the robe swish open to expose her naked bronzed thighs, her long tapering calves. Then she turned her back to Danika and loosened the sash, then whirled around again, letting the soft flickering light bathe her breasts and flat smooth belly. She ran her hands over her body, and moaned softly, then shed the robe entirely and danced naked in front of the girl. Soon Danika, half-hypnotized by her martini and Fawn's murky, irresistible sensuality, stood and began to dance, too, and opened her robe, too, and slipped out of it and kicked it across the room. Like Fawn, she caressed her own body, and the two naked girls circled each other in the glowing candlelight, swaying in time with the music, yearning and swaying and teasing one another as their bare, excited bodies drew close together, then tantalizingly slipped away.

They danced until the record played itself out, and when Danika went to change it, Fawn whispered, "No."

"No?" Danika's lips quivered; she licked them. "No?"

"No." Fawn embraced her and felt the supple smooth curves of Danika's bare body pressing urgently into her own, and their hands raced over each other's naked flesh as if they had never felt it before, though only minutes ago they had been deliriously coming together in the bedroom.

Humming, moaning, panting, they slumped to the rug there in the center of the livingroom floor with the candlelight flickering golden shadows over their naked flesh. "I want to fuck with you, I'll just never get enough of you. Never!" Fawn murmured thickly, sliding her lips down Danika's body, devouring her sister-in-law's dark glimmering nipples.

Within seconds they had squirmed into position for sixty- nine, with Danika flat on her back on the rug and Fawn crouched over her, pushing her throbbing breasts into the girl's smooth heaving belly, and dipping her tongue lovingly into the tangy splayed seam of Danika's runny cunt. She felt Danika's arms and hands encircling her own hips, clasping her ass, drawing her pussy down, felt the hot slithery tongue sliding into her own achy pussy, the hungry lips plucking at her swollen clit, and she writhed and dug her fingers into Danika's clenching asscheeks and buried her mouth in the girl's sopping wet slit. They squirmed heatedly together, groaning and thrashing with sweet need and bliss, their hot shuddering bodies welded together with coming, and more coming, more and more happy shattering spasms.

After that they fixed something to eat, then took a bath together. And in the bath they suddenly found themselves going at it again. They were both so insatiable that they seemed constantly to be steaming and sizzling with lust and desire for one another, and when Fawn began lathering Danika's sweet smooth voluptuous brown body with soap, she felt the need bubbling up in her again. One of her hands found Danika's mucousy vagina under the bath-water, while the other grasped and slid over the girl's slippery breasts, and she fingerfucked the girl until the echoing sobs of her orgasm were reverberating with deafening intensity off the bathroom tiles. While Danika was tenderly drying Fawn off with a towel after the bath, she stooped and pried apart Fawn's moist glowing buttocks and ran her skillful tongue up and down the crack of Fawn's ass until Fawn was shivering and whimpering with unaccustomed delights. At the same time Danika thrust two quick fingers into Fawn's cunt from the rear, and kept licking her ass- crack, and reaching up with one hand to tweak and scissor Fawn's damp, excited nipples, while her fingers plunged rapidly 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, and sucked on her bottom lip as she gyrated her hips down into the fast-flying hand. She came standing up, gagging joyously on the sweet sharp sensations that fled through her trembling body.

After the bath, they went back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. They shared a joint, which somehow lit the fires of their lust again, but this time they were no longer urgent and driven by fierce, quick hunger for each other. Instead they moved languorously together, and calmly stroked and nibbled and sucked and kissed one another's bodies, taking a smoldering, fantastic joy in pleasuring each other, in bleeding long slow dynamite orgasms out of each other. Just when it seemed to Fawn that neither of them would ever be able to come again if they didn't stop soon, she would feel Danika's body clench and grow taut, and hear the soft splendid cawing in her throat, feel the hot tremors roll through her as she shimmered through yet another climax. She herself would be surprised by them, as she lay on her back in a warm smoky haze of sensual delight, feeling Danika's loving lips curving into the wet tingly folds of her cunt, feeling the soft rolling waves of honeyfire, then groaning, wailing, digging spastic fingers into the bedsheet as the explosions burst again within her and wrenched her with coming.

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 and flashing through still another climax. She would swarm over Danika's palpitating flesh until she too was whimpering again in the throes of a hot, throbbing orgasm. By midnight there was nothing they could do but sleep a dreamless sleep, but in the morning when they awoke it was the same thing all over again, and they each climaxed twice before even getting out of bed.

"My god," Fawn sighed against Danika's bare shoulder, "we've got to stop this." Her body felt deliciously raw and achy, but she knew that if she didn't have to go to work she would stay in Danika's arms all day, lesbian-fucking until her brains melted and she went blind and deaf from repeated coming.

"I know, I know," Danika sighed back, shyly. "I never knew anything like this was possible."

Quickly Fawn dressed while Danika made her a fast cup of coffee in the kitchen. They gazed murkily at each other while Fawn drank it. "I can't believe it!" Fawn said to her sister-in- law. "I still want you. I still do!"

"You could... call in sick," Danika said tentatively, but smiling suggestively, 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 went over to her and took the coffee cup out of her hand and kissed her mouth. "But you have to promise me something." She slid one hand beneath Fawn's miniskirt, caressing her silky inner thighs, pressing it against the gauzy fabric of Fawn's panties, already wet again with cunt-juice.

"Ohhhnn!" Fawn moaned. "What do you want me to promise?"

"We have to do it again. I mean... at first I was scared to death, but now I don't think I could stand it if I never got to fuck with you again."

"I know. I feel that way too. But what about Eric?" Suddenly Fawn felt gripped by an exciting and horrifying double- shock of guilt.

Danika panted into her ear. "Screw Eric!" she said. "Just let me fuck you and fuck you forever, and I'll never think about Eric 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, as Fawn began to think over the appalling things she had done, she began to realize more and more not only that it was totally wrong, but also that she shouldn't let herself be tempted to do it again. All right, so it had been fantastic. She had never experienced anything in her life so good as fucking with first Eric, then Danika. (God in heaven, she thought half-hysterically, think of what it would be like to be in bed with both of them at once! I wouldn't be able to stand it. I'd go crazy with happiness. Oh god, I can't let myself think that way, I just can't!)

The fact that it had been fantastic was nothing compared to the fear she suddenly had of the absolutely insatiable hunger of her body. Never before had she felt such hot, continuous, crackling lust as she felt for those two. Never before had she been able to come so splendidly, so many times, as in their arms. She feared now that merely being in a room with one of them would make her will power completely evaporate. She would become a hot whimpering jelly of uncontrollable fuck-hunger. Somehow that was not only dangerous, it was also 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 is 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 more or less an irrelevance, since all the skill in the world would never make him the kind of lover Eric or Danika had been to her.

But Jeff was persistent. He wouldn't give up easily, and 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 be satisfied that I'm telling the truth." Her roommate Kelley was home too, bustling around in the kitchen, and 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 balling. It won't hurt you to take a little rest from it for a while."

"That sounds so easy for you to say. 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?" She realized that by shouting at him this way she was sounding extremely defensive. But she was telling the truth, at least from a strict point of view. During the two weeks she had been refusing Jeff she actually had not fucked with anyone else.

Her roommate Kelley came into the room, and that made them both twice as nervous and irritable. Kelley was a lovely red- haired girl with a nice compact figure and extraordinary long milk-white legs. She was more shy, less outgoing than Fawn, and that made it possible for them to get along well, especially since it turned out that the men who were attracted to Kelley usually preferred her type over Fawn, and vice versa. But for some time now Fawn had been aware that Jeff found Kelley attractive. Her own actions over the past two weeks had now given him a chance to exploit her awareness.

"You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Kelley said, with an impertinent smile. "Would you like me to leave or something, so you can kiss and make up?"

"Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Kelley," Jeff said. "Then Fawn can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice cubes and finally be happy."

"I don't care," Fawn snipped, acting aloof, but sulking and smoldering with jealousy. "Go ahead, I don't care."

"Look, you two, this is idiotic," Kelley 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, Kelley," Fawn said nervously. For a brief moment she felt as if she'd rather have the fight that was going on than the sex that was probably inevitable if Kelley left.

"Oh yes I do," Kelley smiled. "Yes, yes I do." She shut the door behind her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.

With Kelley gone, Fawn became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck her, then she would let him fuck her. She couldn't deny, after all, 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 and worrying about her amazing and appalling lesbian adventure with Danika. The Eric thing was always in the back of her mind too, but more worrisome to her was the bewitching intensity of her night with her sister- in-law, and what it must mean. It was not pleasant to think you really might be a lesbian at heart. 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, slithering 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, and mumbled against her ardent, moving lips. "I don't know what's going on with you, baby."

"Oh, do you have to, do you have to?" she murmured back, quickly unzippering his fly, feeling the thick gristly stalk of his penis thump against her fingers through his cotton briefs.