Chapter 7

Later, when Eric got up to go to the bathroom, Fawn squirmed against her sister-in-law, delighting in the feel of their breasts pressing together, their soft puffy nipples brushing, luxuriating in the thrill of Danika's warm, silky, relaxed body against hers. She kissed Danika's ear and breathed in it, and stuck her tongue into the secret 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, ass-reaming, 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 must be something about her he could smell. In some way she must be advertising herself like a bitch in heat, and that embarrassed her further. Still, she briefly entertained the idea. He was a total stranger, and maybe that was just what she needed at the moment like this, someone she would never see again, someone she had never seen before, who she could take upstairs with her. The guilt, the shame, the betrayal, the humiliation that she felt, maybe they could all be blasted out of her by taking this cab driver with the vicious mouth up to her apartment with her and inviting him to do anything he liked to her. Preferably something sweetly brutal, something tenderly cruel, the way Eric had screwed Danika in the ass. Did that make sense?

She didn't know, but the mere thought made her shiver. She glanced at the cabbie's eyes in the mirror and knew she couldn't go through with it. For one thing, he was too handsome, and the slight hint she gave that she might be interested in him had made his body take on a kind of aggressive magnetism that attracted her so powerfully, she feared that neither of them might be able to settle for the sort of one-shot ships-in-the-night blistering fuck she had in mind. No, she needed someone far more repulsive, someone who would scour her clean of these crazy compulsions, someone who could cleanse her of these consuming guilts entirely by taking her to the very bottom of them and rubbing her face in the foulest dirt, so that she might never have to go back there again.

Still, the way he kept looking at her gave her goose-bumps. His dark bold eyes riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid he might have a wreck. And Fawn herself was aware suddenly that her mouth was half-open, and she had placed the tip of her tongue against the ridge of her upper teeth as she stared back murkily at him. Her eyes were saying to him, You can fuck me if you want to, and she knew her body was saying it too, it was smoking with invitations that only a stone could have failed to notice.

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 fastened to the sunvisor. She didn't want to know his name, she wanted him to be totally anonymous. She also wanted him to make the first advance. She was willing to provoke him as much as possible, and she knew by now, as the cab drew closer and closer to her apartment, that she would not let him get away without making it plain to him what she wanted; but she didn't want to be explicitly brazen about it.

Finally he pulled the cab up in front of her building and 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 breasts that rose and fell in her excitement beneath her thin blouse. She had dressed in such a hurry when leaving Eric's and Danika's house that she had merely stuffed her bra in her handbag.

When she said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes again saying, Fuck me, fuck me, you can fuck me, you can fuck me, he repeated softly, "Isn't this it?"

"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered, trying not to sound nervous or uncertain, half-angry at him for forcing her to begin it.

His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers twisted into a mocking grin of appraisal, and 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 grinned, staring boldly at her breasts.

"I want to go crazy," she whispered. She shifted her shoulders slightly so that the firm out-thrusting 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, menacing, slightly threatening, but still flickering with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me," he said, his voice deep, hoarse, deadly serious.

He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced with fear of him. What am I doing? What am I doing? a whirling, reeling voice in her head asked over and over. But at the same time his rough, daring manner excited and even thrilled her. "Because you already know," she said, terrified of herself and what she was doing, but unable to resist the excitement of the moment.

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 stammered, unable to say anything else, glancing down at her shaking fingers.

Still caressing her face, her chin, her forehead, her other cheek, running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"

Struck by his words, she giggled shyly and looked up from her nervous hands, staring 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 her chest to the top buttons of her blouse. Quickly he unbuttoned the first two, still hotly riveting her eyes with his own, and slipped his hand under the cloth, clasping one of her breasts and scissoring the tender swollen nipple with two rough-skinned fingers. Fawn gasped. "I can't take you anywhere," he whispered, fondling and squeezing her warm, aching breast with his hand. "It's like kidnapping, and rape, if you change your mind later."

"I won't," she breathed, closing her eyes briefly and pushing her body forward, mashing her tingly breast into his rough hand.

"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building with his head.

"I have a roommate," she said. His hands roamed curiously over her breasts, squeezing and cupping them, pulling the long thick nipples, rolling them in his fingers. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, enjoying the wonderful feel of it. But she knew they couldn't just sit here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them.

"Maybe she's not home," he said. Now her nipples were erect and rubbery, and he gently pinched each one, drawing new 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, Kelley! She didn't even want him to take his hand off her body long enough for her to go upstairs and check. And she was also seized by a small panic, the fear that he would not stay, not wait for her return. "Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can you leave the cab?"

"For you," he chuckled softly. "For you I can do anything."

For some reason, the word 'anything' made Fawn's blood boil and race, made her cunt gush and throb. Oh god, if Kelley was home, what would she do!

She waited while he parked the cab in a relatively secluded spot. Then she rebuttoned the top two buttons of her blouse, and took him upstairs with her to the apartment. They went inside. Kelley was not home. On the coffee table was a note she had left. Fawn began to think, as she read the note, that fate must be real after all, that fortune somehow must have conspired to make this moment possible. For Kelley had gone to the mountains for the weekend with a new boy friend; she would not be back till Monday.

Fawn turned to the cab driver, who stood with his thick meaty hands hanging at his side, grinning at her as broadly as ever, while she read the note. "She... she won't be back tonight," she half-whispered, her voice choked up with fear and excitement.

She didn't dare tell him how long Kelley would be gone, as if somehow that would make her even more vulnerable to him than she had already made herself. Now, as she looked at him in the light, she found him more attractive and more terrifying, both at the same time, than she had earlier. 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, his teeth strong and white and even as he grinned sarcastically, half-menacingly, at her. She both wanted him and feared him, and the combination of the two made her absolutely sizzle and smolder with contradictory feelings.

She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain and the bolt lock, so that nothing like her interruption of Kelley and Danika could happen. She knew it couldn't, if Kelley was in the mountains, but somehow she had to be as secure as possible. She had no idea what she and the cab driver would get involved in, but she had a feeling, a dangerous, thrilling feeling, that it wouldn't be something she would like anyone else ever to know about. She turned her face back to him, smiling nervously.

He stood in the center of the room, his large rough hands still hanging loosely at his sides, grinning at her with his perpetual amusement. "What's your name?" he asked.

"It's... Ca... Carol," she said. "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." Nervously, Fawn smoothed her miniskirt against her thighs with the palms of her hands.

"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?" he chuckled softly.

"I... I really don't know," Fawn murmured, though she did know, in a way, but was far too shy and embarrassed and frightened at the moment to say it aloud. "What... would you like to do to me?" she asked, looking away from his eyes.

"Silly question," he chuckled again.

"No... I mean besides that. I mean, how would you like to... go about it?" She blushed so hotly that she raised her fist to her mouth and bit into the fleshy bottom of her thumb in order to get control of herself.

He cocked his head to one side and regarded her as if she were a genuine kook, perhaps a true kinky, but a beautiful one, a stunning woman who was tempting him more than she ought to. He pondered her question for a moment, then answered forth-rightly. "I'd like to tie you up."

Fawn's heart thundered suddenly, then fluttered, then took a rapid dip. She gulped. "And then what?"

His voice was serious, even briefly 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 as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy," he said, his eyes burning into her, tempting her now.

Jesus god in heaven! Fawn thought, feeling the blood beat with a maddening intensity in her throat, and hammer behind her ears. 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... 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, and she knew with a wince of horror that it really didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him no matter what, and that horrified her.

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, maybe too eagerly. "You can..." She had a hard time getting it out. She had never done anything like this in her life, had never thought herself capable of it. "You can... tie me up. if you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt me."

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 thick hands and tilted her lips up and kissed her with a kind of raw authority that made her almost giddy with delight. And while he was kissing her he slid his hands down to her buttons again, and within seconds he had her blouse off and his hands on her naked breasts, kneading them firmly, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pointing, pulsing nipples.

He bit her neck gently, then slid his mouth down the smooth flesh toward her shoulder and sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Fawn. "Aii!" she yelped, "oh! ooooohh!"

His hands were rough and weathered, his lips chapped and cracked, and his fingers and mouth rasped on her tender skin. He kissed her bare gleaming bronzed shoulders and her smooth upper chest, and squeezed her breasts so hard that it hurt her, but she was growing so weak and dizzy with passion that she didn't care. His chapped, rasping lips found her aching nipples and tore at them, and waves of heat shimmered through her breasts. He held them in his palms and milked them fiercely from beneath, digging his fingers into the springy round globes, hurting her again, but beautifully, while he lip-pinched her fiery nipples and sucked them between his strong teeth.

Fawn put her hands on his shoulders in order to keep her balance, and shut her eyes, turning her head to and fro and hissing with pleasure, pushing her hot aching breasts into his face. As if he had read her mind, or sensed the urgent, dangerous desires of her body, he was already giving her the tender cruelty and the sweet, controlled brutality she wanted. She was already moaning in low animalistic guttural sounds, bursting and burbling all over with lust, crying out softly from the sweet pain his harsh mouth and his rough, grasping fingers caused to her sensitive breasts and her flaming, 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," she said.

He nodded, and grinned, and put his rough weathered hands back on her breasts. "You're beautiful, just beautiful," he said.

"Thank you." Fawn looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers.

"What'll we tie you with? Do you have any rope?"

"I don't think so. Ohhhh, oh god that feels good! Quick, let's find something."

The two of them rapidly searched the apartment. Fawn found a discarded pair of Kelley's pantyhose in the bathroom wastebasket which made a very strong rope when twisted. She stood there with them hanging from her hand, staring at them, hearing the cab driver in the living room and kitchen, searching for similar things, and she thought, shivering with panic and wild anticipation: My god, he's going to tie me up and fuck me, he's going to rape me and hurt me, and I want him to, I want it! What am I doing?

But she didn't have much time to think about it because he appeared in the bathroom doorway, grinning, glaring hungrily at her naked breasts as if he could never get enough of them, and clutching in one hand two electrical extension cords. A hot tremor shot up the squinchy tingling channel of her cunt as she saw them dangling from his fist. She almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into this every second. The sight of the rubberized cords in his hand made it impossible for her to pretend that this was some kind of exciting fantasy. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it quickly.

He saw her fear, and he went to her and kissed her again, rubbing her hot breasts with his free hand. "What's the matter, you lose your nerve?" he said.

"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whimpered into his shirt.

"I won't... I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her. "This is probably enough. Let me see your bed."

She took him to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. Together they peeled the bedclothes off the bed and he tested the strength of the brass headboard with his hands. "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 alive with gooseflesh and tremors of anticipation. Whey she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her gauzy bikini-style panty and began to peel them down her golden thighs, he shook his head. His eyes burned into the white band of skin at her groin where her tan stopped. He put a rough hand on her bare shoulder and turned her around, gazing down at the pale upper slopes of her high buttocks, just above the half-lowered elastic band of her panties. He touched the pale skin with his fingers, then moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra. "You're striped here... and here," he said, lowering his fingers to the white skin of her ass.

She nodded shyly, shivering at the feel of his hands on her.

"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 smooth cheek, a gesture with a curious harsh tenderness in it that made her 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 of the extension cords. She watched the thick rippling muscles in his hairy forearms as he tied her hands. "Why don't you... take off your clothes too before... you tie me," she suggested shyly, in a tiny voice. She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles shifting and clenching, to see his stiff penis twitching and jerking with desire for her. She looked in his eyes, then stared boldly at the swollen, gristly hump of his crotch.

"Sure," he grinned, stepping back, letting the still-untied cord go slack around her extended wrists. Quickly he removed his shirt, and she devoured his powerful, athletic torso with her eyes, relishing 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 briefs down his strong legs in one motion. His huge red prick sprang up, swelling and bobbing and jumping, and Fawn gasped as she stared at it, because if anything it was even bigger than Eric's, fatter and longer by at least an inch, it's shiny purplish head an angry pulsing balloon of hot flesh. Half-terrified, but also half- starved with hunger for it, she stared at the massive thundering cock and knew suddenly that she had got more than she had bargained for, but that there was no way to turn back now. What she had had in mind would have been excruciating enough without this immense fucktool giving it to her, but now... now...

He saw both the terror and the hunger in her eves, and he stepped close to her again, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches from her nose.

"Oh my god!" she murmured, "oh my god!" She stroked its fiercely ridged stalk with her shaking fingers, then bent forward and took the bulbous, flaring head of it into her mouth and sucked it, first softly, then more urgently, even maniacally. And he allowed himself a few moments of the pleasure her mouth gave him, and gently pitched his hips upward, fucking up into her soft palate. But then he pulled back, pulled his prick free of her slurping, clasping lips.

Again he caressed her soft cheek with his rough knuckles, then pulled her wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the extension cord. Fawn felt all of her flesh turn instantly to hot jelly, and she trembled so hard that she could barely-stay seated on the edge of the mattress. She whimpered with fear, unable to take her eyes off his surging stiff penis, the ballooning purple head of it still wet with her own spittle.

Gently he pushed her back on the mattress, drawing her bound wrists up to the brass bars of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the bars and tied it, she squirmed over onto her stomach, nestling her head between her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip. Oh god, oh god! she moaned to herself, it's happening, it's happening! I can't wait! I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop shaking! Just do it to me, quick, quick!