Chapter 4

The wild intensity of her fuck 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, her first and only lesbian experience. And the shattering ecstasies 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 pleasures that had nothing to do with the shame she felt over going to bed with her brother and sister-in- law.

The only thing that still disturbed her was that she seemed to have reached a new level of sexual pleasure. She had always enjoyed sex. But after she let her brother fuck her, everything changed. She had to have it. She hated even to think of the word "nymphomaniac" in relation to herself. But sometimes it was almost impossible to avoid.

Could I really be one? she wondered. 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. She knew others must be able to see the hunger in her eyes.

She was afraid to look at them for fear they would think she was 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 over night, can you?

In bed with Jeff she began to swarm over him, biting and scratching him, shrieking with passion as the orgasm shattered her. He even tried to act like he loved it. And he probably did love it most of the time. Still, she knew it scared him, this writhing, half-demented intensity that suddenly overcame her every time she fucked.

As a way of controlling herself, to prove to herself that she really wasn't a nympho after all, she tried self-discipline. She made excuses to Jeff, who was only too glad to get a little rest. She kept busy working, writing letters, cleaning house, washing dishes, swimming.

But whenever Staci was gone from the apartment, Fawn would lie down on the sofa or the bed and quickly finger-fuck herself into hot gasping tremors of coming. Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready. Her clit was always so swollen and tender. She never failed to come like a string of firecrackers going off the moment she plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack.

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

Coming home early from work one day, mulling all this over in her mind, she found herself unaccountably thinking of Danika. Her body grew hot and her cunt wet as she was climbing the stairs to her apartment. God, I want to feel her eating me again! she realized. I want to fuck with her so bad! I miss it!

Well, maybe I can just get inside quick and make myself come. Then maybe it'll go away. Her head was swimming so fast with sexual anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened when she unlocked the door. 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 Staci 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 overheard a soft quivery moan, coming from inside the apartment.

Was it Staci? Fawn flushed, growing embarrassed. Staci was screwing some guy, taking advantage of Fawn's absence. Fawn knew she should shut the door tight then, go away, come back later. But her fascination was so intense that she couldn't help listening even harder.

"Ummmm," Staci 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 Staci 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.

"Ohhhhh," Staci sighed. "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. Could it be Jeff? She could feel her face begin to redden with anger. But then she heard the voice clearly. It was Danika's!

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

Danika's whispery voice was thick with a lust familiar to Fawn. "Can I touch yours too? And kiss them?"

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

"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."

"Ohhhhhhh..."

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

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

Fawn's hand trembled on the doorknob. 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 familiar humming. She could even hear the wet sounds her working lips made as she sucked Staci's nipples.

And Staci's excited whimpering nearly drove her crazy. She was paralyzed by curiosity, envy, jealousy. For over a year she and Staci had shared the same apartment, yet never had they seen one another naked.

Still, Fawn knew that Staci had a gorgeous body, with firm high tits, and a small waist, and long shapely legs. She had never thought of her sexually until this moment, but now...

She didn't know what to do. Part of her hated Staci for getting what she herself wanted. Part of her hated Danika for giving it to Staci 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. Who could? 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 even wanted to join them! But of course it was impossible.

"Ohhhh baby," Danika sighed "your nipples taste so good. They're so big and springy and dark red. I want to swallow them."

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

"No, oh noooo," Danika soothed her softly. "Now could we stop? Don't you like me to suck you like this? And lick you here? And pinch them a little, like this?"

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

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

Staci 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.

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

"Relax, just relax," Danika purred. "I only want to make love to you, Staci."

"You... you promised," Staci gasped.

All Fawn could hear was the wet sucking of Danika's lips.

"Oh god... you promised!" Staci quivering voice moaned.

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

"Oh please, please," Staci was panting, her voice trembling with excitement.

"Why don't you touch my body?" Danika asked softly. "Here, let me take these off." Fawn could hear the gnash of a zipper, then the quick sounds of Danika shedding the rest of her clothes. "There," Danika breathed. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, Staci? Please. Anywhere."

"Oh Danika, you're so beautiful," Staci sighed.

"You can do anything to me."

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

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

"Ohhhh, you're so warm. And so smooth."

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

"I want to put my mouth on them," Staci whispered shyly. "I want to kiss them."

"Ohhhhhhh, go ahead, 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 throaty sounds of pleasure Danika made that Staci was kissing and kneading Danika's ass. The sensations were driving Danika mad with delight.

"Ohhhhh Danika... you're so wet. Your cunt..."

"My cunt, yes my cunt!" Danika sighed.

Staci said the word as if it were forbidden, a bewitchingly exciting thing to say. "It's so wet, and puffy, and shiny."

"Kiss it, baby," Danika begged, her voice thick with lust. "Kiss my cunt, please kiss it!"

"Ohhhh, I can't. I just can't," Staci said.

Danika changed her approach. Her voice betrayed only a faint twinge of disappointment. She was patient. She knew--as Fawn also knew--that Staci 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.

"Here, here," Danika soothed. "Let me turn around and hold you like this. Feel my tits against yours. Put your hands on my ass again, oh that's right, like that, and squeeze them and rub them. Oh god, it feels so good!"

"Danika," Staci whispered, "I really wanted to. I really wanted to kiss your cunt, but I--"

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

There was silence that drove Fawn crazy. She knew they were looking deeply at each other. All she could hear was the wild pounding of her own blood. Finally Danika murmured, her voice thick with passion. "I want to eat your cunt," she said softly.

"And I want you to," Staci replied softly too. "I've never felt like this before."

Fawn could hear them kissing. Staci whimpered softly as Danika slowly unzipped her jeans and peeled them off.

"Your panties are so wet," Danika whispered.

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

"Here, let's get these off your ankles. God, Staci, you have such beautiful long legs."

"Oh! Ohhhhhhhh!" Staci gasped.

"Just relax, relax, honey. I'm going to make you come."

"Ahh! Ahhhh! Aaauunngghhhh!" Staci cried out, panting and groaning with pleasure.

Fawn knew Danika was eating Staci's pussy, tongue-fucking the girl with the feverish lust she herself had experienced and craved so much. All she could hear was the wild squirming of their bodies on the sofa. She shut her eyes, trying to control her own breathing.

She pushed the heel of her hand against her own itching, flowing cunt through the cloth of her skirt. Staci moaned, her voice keening with animalistic urgency that drove Fawn wild. Staci was coming. Delirious, helpless sighs of ecstasy came from her panting mouth.

"Unhhhh! Oh Jesus, now, Danika! Nowwww! Unghghiiieeeee! Oh! Unghhiieeeee!"

"Ohhhhhhhh!" Fawn moaned softly herself, sagging against the door.

She hardly knew what she was doing as she staggered down the hallway, then down the stairs. She walked the streets for hours, it seemed, trying to get control of herself. The welter of jealousy and sexual arousal that gripped her was almost overpowering.

She didn't know what to do, and she was almost afraid to go home. What if she caught them still doing it? After all, she and Danika had gone on for hours their first time. On the other hand, Staci knew she would be coming home after work. She probably would call a halt to it before then.