Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

Whooping and gasping for air, she began to come in gigantic rolling bursts of fire. The hot honey sped and flashed through her, raking her nerves, burning her throbbing flesh, turning her juicing plundered pussy into a sizzling trench of sharp, shattering explosions.

"Unnowwnnnggg! Ooogh! Unnggh! Unnowwnnnggg!" she howled as the spasms tore through her flayed, writhing flesh.

She was being drilled, not fucked. He was drilling her, drilling her, drilling her, his cock a huge iron tool that riveted her squirming ass to the bed. She coughed and gasped for breath, and tore at his shoulders with her nails, gagging with each hot burst of fuck-joy that raced through her helpless shuddering body. Suddenly the fierce hot iron drill his prick had become began to erupt too. "Ungggunnggghh!

Agggh!" he grunted, splitting her cunt into pieces with new, savage, jerking thrusts. The hot thick jets of his sperm spewed into her squishy, spasming pit, sluicing it, bathing it with hot sharp squirts of boiling jism.

Gasping, sighing, trembling with fatigue, they finally came to rest.

Fawn was still pinned and bent double under him, his still-twitching prick still sunk deep inside her tingling cunt. She held his head in her quivering hands, and loved the sound of his gasping, and bit her lower lip, feeling soft uncontrollable tears spill past her eyelids now that the frightening intensity of their fuck was settling out into sheer amazement, the warm flow of happiness that came with the release of tension.

"Jeff!" she gasped, kissing him passionately. "Why didn't you ever do that to me before?" In the back of her mind she was thinking that if only he'd fucked her that way long ago she might never have got involved in fucking with her own brother.

He withdrew his sagging cock from her dripping pussy and climbed off her. "Live and learn," he grinned.

She drew him down on the bed beside her and embraced him, stroking the shredded flesh of his shoulders where her fingernails had torn the skin. "I thought your prick was going to go all the way through me and come out the other side," she said.

"Did I hurt you?"

"Not at all, not at all. I loved it! I have half a mind to hold out on you again, just so I can get you to rape me that way every time."

"Every time? Jesus, we'll kill each other."

She coiled around him, feeling kittenish, and nuzzled his neck with her warm lips. "Ummm, but what a lovely way to go."

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.