Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

The strangled but earsplitting cries that both of them made were deafening to Fawn. Danika flipped and shuddered out of control beneath her husband's powerful body, and Eric reared up like a lust-crazed horse and buried his huge prick in his wife's rectum, his face nearly pulverized with joys as the hot spasms of his squirting organ gripped him.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself murmuring desperately, her whole body trembling, bathed in feathery fires, streaming with come-need. She plunged her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, and she came, but it was not the way she wanted to come. She lay there beside them rippling with small waves of self-induced coming, but she wanted what they had had together, she wanted to be simply murdered and split and pierced and shattered with orgasms, and she stroked and finger-raped herself trying to bring on the big ones.

Nevertheless, it was a temporary relief to her. She felt somehow slightly cheated, but not terribly angry about it. She lay next to the two exhausted lovers and whimpered with them, caressing them, kissing their still-feverish flesh, knowing there would be more, more for her, if she refused to be impatient.

Eric's prick finally grew limp and was ejected by the tight, violated muscles of Danika's rectum, and he rolled off her and turned her around to his face and kissed her. Then Fawn kissed her, and none of them spoke because the experience had been so supreme-especially for Eric and Danika-that words would only ruin it.

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?"