Chapter 4

The blistering intensity of her experience 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, to indulge herself in her first lesbian experience, and the endless, seemingly inexhaustible beauty 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 physical pleasures that had nothing to do with the added ingredient of the exciting shame she felt at going to bed with people she was not supposed to even think about in a sexual way.

The only thing that still disturbed her a little was that she seemed to have climbed up to another level of sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But after she let her brother fuck her, everything changed. Never before that had she undergone such wild, wanton, crackling paroxysms of delight. She hated even to think of the word 'nymphomaniac' in relation to herself, but sometimes it was almost impossible to avoid doing so.

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, a constant boiling and seething of her blood, a continuous wetness and itchiness in her cunt. She knew others must be able to see this hot hunger in her eyes. She was afraid to look at them for fear they would think her 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 overnight, can you?

In bed with Jeff she began to act like a demon of lust, swarming over him and biting and scratching him, shrieking with joy as orgasms shattered her. And even though Jeff tried to act like he loved it, and actually did love it most of the time, still she knew it scared him, this writhing, half-demented intensity that had suddenly engulfed her every time she fucked.

As a way of controlling herself, proving to herself that she wasn't really a nympho after all, she tried self-discipline. She made excuses to Jeff, who was only too glad to get a little rest, and vowed that she would only fuck with him twice during the coming week. During the intervals she tried to keep busy, working, writing letters, cleaning house, washing dishes, swimming. But whenever Kelley was gone from the apartment, even for the briefest run down to the store, Fawn would lie down on the sofa or the bed and quickly fingerfuck herself into hot gasping tremors of coming. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready, and her clit so swollen and tender, that she never failed to come like a string of firecrackers going off the moment she plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack. She didn't know what was happening to her, but she couldn't help it.

Almost a month had passed, and she had heard nothing from either Eric or Danika. At first she had not been disturbed by it, since she knew they could hardly avoid feeling the same kind of guilt and confusion she herself felt. But as time went on, she began to wonder why neither one 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. Truthfully, she knew she didn't want them to get back together. She wanted them apart. She wanted to go to bed with each of them again. And again! The desire to do it again was overwhelming.

She felt a small sadness too, which grew larger and larger as days passed. What if neither of them wanted her any more? It could happen. She knew they had enjoyed it, each of them, but maybe neither had enjoyed it as much as she had. Maybe this horrible desire that was consuming her body day in and day out, this fearful and beautiful new level of sex-joy she had discovered in herself, was blinding her to the fact that for Eric and Danika it had just been an exciting but temporary experience. If that was true, she didn't know how she would bear it!

The more she thought about it, the more confused she got, and the more her desire and need increased. Finally one noontime she was eating her lunch at work, trying not to think about Eric or Danika but thinking about them more and more, she actually grew physically ill. Her nerves were shot, her stomach tied in knots. She couldn't concentrate, she could think of nothing but Eric, Danika, which one she should try to reach. Her boss kindly let her have the remainder of the day off, telling her to go home and rest, go to bed.

Oh yes! she thought, riding home on the bus. I will go to bed, you can count on that. But not to rest. She had decided to phone Danika, since she had no way of knowing how to reach Eric. Also, the prospect of seeing Danika again was not so scary now that she had persuaded herself that she was not really a lesbian by yielding herself joyfully for the past two or three weeks to the wonderful powers of Jeff's newly invigorated prick.

She was still trembling from her tightly-wound nerves as she climbed the stairs to her apartment, but the tension was not so bad as before, now that she had made a decision. Her panties were wet and clammy with her cuntjuices, but that was okay; inside the hour, she hoped and prayed, Danika would be thirstily drinking them, and she would be back in that heaven she had tried so hard not to think about for weeks.

Her head was swimming so fast with the giddy joys of anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened when she unlocked the door of her apartment. 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 Kelley 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 heard a soft quivery moan.

Was it Kelley? Fawn flushed, growing embarrassed. Kelley was balling some man, taking advantage of Fawn's absence. Fawn knew she should shut the door right then, go away, come back later. But her fascination was so intense, she couldn't help listening harder.

"Ummmm", Kelley 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 Kelley 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.

"Ohhhh," Kelley sighed sensually, "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. The voice that softly replied to Kelley was Danika's!

"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Danika murmured, ignoring the 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... and you weren't even wearing a bra, I just... couldn't help myself. Your boobs are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just..."

Danika's whispery voice was thick with a desire that was familiar to Fawn. "Can't I touch yours too? And kiss them?"

"You promise you won't go any further?"

"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."

"Ohhhhhh..."

"You're shivering. Ummmm, your skin tastes so good. There, there we go."

Now there was silence, then fast sibilant breathing then Kelley's soft sighing and moaning. "Ohhnnnn, oh god, it feels so good!"

Fawn's hand trembled on the doorknob and 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 husky humming, and even hear the soft wet sounds her working lips made as she sucked Kelley's nipples. And Kelley's excited whimperings nearly drove her crazy!

She was paralyzed by curiosity, envy, even jealousy. For over a year she and Kelley had shared the same apartment, but never had they seen one another naked. They had not been excessively modest but only decent about it. Still, Fawn knew that her roommate had a beautiful figure, long creamy white legs, a small waist, full high breasts. But she had never seen Kelley's bare breasts. And now Danika--her own Danika!--had her mouth on them and was drawing gasps of pleasure from Kelley.

Fawn, didn't know what to do. Part of her wanted to burst in and tear them apart. Danika was hers! For weeks she had been seething with desire for her sister-in-law, fantasizing about lying in her arms again and groaning through tremor after tremor of burning climaxes. Part of her hated Kelley for getting what she herself wanted. Part of her hated Danika for giving it to Kelley 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 there, 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 wanted to join them! But if she made her presence known, just that might be enough to panic Kelley, who was completely new to the experience.

"Ohhhhh, baby," Danika sighed, "your nipples taste so good, they're so big and springy and dark red, I want to swallow them!"

Kelley's breath hissed as she sucked in past her clenched teeth. "You're making me want to come," she hissed. "We've got to stop this. Ohhhhh, we have to stop."

"Noooo... noooo... how could we stop? Don't you like me to suck you like this? And lick you here? And pinch them?"

"Unnnnhhhh, oh god! Yessss, I love it!"

"Oh good. And what about this? How does that feel?"

Kelley 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, tenderly.

"Oh god... oh god, I'm going to explode!" Kelley whimpered.

"Relax... just relax, lie back, that's right. I only want to love you, Kelley, I only want to make love to you."

"You... you promised," Kelley gasped.

"Your stomach is so white and smooth. I'm only kissing your stomach. Don't you like the feel of my mouth on it?"

"Oh yessss! But you promised. No further. Please, Danika!"

"Don't worry, sweet Kelley, don't worry. I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I promise."

"Oh please, please." Kelley was panting, her voice tremulous with excitement and half-frightened anxiety.

"Why don't you touch my body?" Danika said. "Here, let me take these off." Fawn heard the gnash of a zipper, the quick sounds of Danika shedding her skirt and panties. "There," Danika breathed, her voice smoky, quivering with anticipation. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, Kelley? Please. Anywhere you want."

"Oh Danika, you're so beautiful! So lovely."

"You can do anything you want to me."

"I... don't know what to do."

"Touch me." Danika's soft sultry voice beckoned. "Touch me here. And here."

"Ohhhhh, you're so warm! So beautifully smooth and warm!"

"Here, put your hands on my ass. Squeeze me like that, ohhnn! yes, like that! Squeeze them hard!"

"I want to put my mouth on them," Kelley whispered shyly. "On your asscheeks. I want to kiss them."

"Do it! Oh please! Do it, 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 cawing throaty sounds of pleasure that Danika made that Kelley was kissing and kneading her round wheaty buttocks, licking and nibbling them, and the sensations were driving Danika wild with delight.

"Ohhhhh baby, Danika, you're so wet, your... cunt..."

"... my cunt, yessss my cunt..."

Kelley spoke the word as if it were a forbidden spell, a bewitchingly exciting thing to say.

"... your cunt, it's so wet, it's so puffy and shiny."

Danika moaned, almost pleading, her voice wracked with lust. "Kiss it, baby, kiss my cunt, please kiss it."

"Ohhh! I can't, I just can't!"

Danika changed her tack. Her voice betrayed only a slight twinge of disappointment, but she was patient, patient. She was patient the way Fawn knew anyone would have to be with Kelley at a moment like this. Fawn knew--as Danika also knew, but Kelley did not yet know--that Kelley 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, and led her along slowly, slowly.

"Here, here," Danika soothed, "let me turn around and hold you again like this, and kiss you. "Ohhnnn isn't that good? Feel my breasts against yours. Put your hands on my ass again, oh that's right, like that, and squeeze them and rub them. Oh Kelley, you make me feel so good!"

"Danika," Kelley's voice quavered bashfully, "I really wanted to. I really wanted to kiss your cunt, but I--"

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about, nothing, nothing. 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," Kelley whispered shyly, but playfully too, "you just want to get into my pants."

For a moment there was a very solemn pause, during which both of the girls must have gazed deeply at each other, soulful, murky, knowing how close they were to the brink. All Fawn could hear was the ferocious pounding of her own blood behind her ears.

Finally Danika murmured, deadly serious now, her voice thick with passion. "I want to eat your cunt."

"And I want you to," Kelley replied softly, just as serious. "I've never felt like this before."

There was another pause while they kissed each other again with warm lingering passion. Then Fawn could hear Kelley whimpering softly as Danika slowly unzippered her jeans and peeled them off.

"Your panties are so wet," Danika whispered.

"I... I'm so close!" Kelley moaned. "You just don't know how close I am. Ever since you first touched me I've felt like coming."

"Oh baby. Here, let's get these off your ankles. I'm going to put my mouth all over your legs, oh yesss, such beautiful long legs."

"Oh! Ohhhh!"

"Just relax, just relax, sweet Kelley, sweet sweet Kelley."

"I'm... sorry to shake like this. I... I just don't know what's happening to me, I'm so scared. And so happy, too."

"Don't be scared. Oh no, nothing to be scared of. Oh baby, I'm going to make you come. You'll love it."

"Anh! Ahhh! AAUUNNNGGHHHH!" Kelley cried out, panting and groaning with pleasure.

Now all Fawn could hear was the passionate squirming of their bodies on the sofa. She heard Kelley's soft panting, her uncontrollable whimpers, and she knew that Danika was hungrily slurping and tongue-jabbing Kelley's creaming cunt, bringing the feverishly gasping girl higher and higher toward her explosive peak. She had never seen Kelley naked, but somehow she could picture her roommate lying on her back, writhing ecstatically, her bare breasts heaving and rolling, as Danika crouched between her thighs licking and mouth-raping her wet blossoming pussy.

Fawn shut her eyes, trying to control her own breathing, pushing the heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt through the cloth of her skirt. Kelley moaned, her voice keening with an animalistic urgency that drove Fawn wild. Images flashed in her spinning brain of Kelley's white smooth palpitating stomach, her clenching thighs and creamy jouncing buttocks. Oh I want you! I want to fuck you, I want to fuck you too! she hummed to herself.