Don Tsuris - Twice As Nice Vice

"Am I… ohhnnnn oh Jesus Jesus! Am I better than Danika? Am I?

Unngghhh! Oh shit, you fuck me so good, I don't want it to ever stop!

Unnggh! Tell me… am I better? Will you come back, will you fuck me again? Oh please, Eric! OH BABY, I'M ALREADY COMING!!"

The wonderful combination of his hungry mouth mauling her breasts and the huge battering ram of his prick piercing the hot spasming depths of her pussy had brought on her climax before she had even expected it.

Shivering and whooping, she ground her body into his and held onto him for dear life, and felt her body being ripped to pieces with wave after delicious, pummeling wave of coming. Her orgasm never seemed to stop, but just dipped and rose and clenched her with fearful hot paroxysms, then subsided, then rose again to bleed hot tremors out of her shuddering flesh.

She didn't know if it was soon or long after her first sharp spasm that Eric began to come too. But he did, and he gripped her roughly, and tore up into her from the bed, plunging his prick into her deeper than ever, so that for the first time she felt herself happily wincing with the pain of the huge thing that battered the deep secret mouth of her womb. "Ohhhnn owww! ouch! owwwnnnnnuunnngghh!" she yowled, her body gripped by an even more fierce seizure of coming.

She rode him, and rode him, her body flipping out of control, but he held her strongly and buried his cock in her time after time, plunging it deep, tearing her seething guts out with it, pumping every last drop of jism he had in his balls into her.

And this time when they were finished, it took them even longer to get back their breath. They lay gasping and groaning side by side, sticky with sweat, glowing with happily spent lust, gazing at each other with awe, but no longer with guilt. Fawn glanced at the bedroom clock again and saw that they'd been fucking this time for almost forty-five minutes. Kelley would be home soon. She had to get Eric out of there.

Reluctantly, he began to pull on his clothes. He kissed her ardently, stroking her naked back. Now his kiss was a lover's, not a brother's.

"We have to find a way to do this again real soon," he grinned, kidding her.

"You mean it?" She cuddled into his arms, gasping again as his mouth dipped to her breasts for one last thrilling suck at each long nipple.

"Was I really better than Danika?" she whispered.

"You're really better than anybody," he whispered back.

"Call me?"

"Tomorrow." he said. "If I can wait that long."

But he didn't call her the next day, nor the one after that. And after her initial hurt passed, she began to understand why. It wasn't so much the shame of what they had done as it was their awesome, overpowering hunger for each other that they had to fear. Neither of them, she knew, had ever had such a blistering, burning, pulverizing, wholly uncontrollable fuck with anyone else. Somehow they both sensed that if they gave in completely to this blind, blazing thirst for each other's bodies, they might burn one another up so quickly in the furious holocaust that the whole thing would be over before they knew it. Even though she desperately wanted to see him, wanted to feel his body moving against hers, his hands racing over her bare skin, wanted to take his large pulsing cock into her mouth where it had never been, and devour him, and make him groan and spurt helplessly into her throat, she knew she still had to respect his judgment.

Nevertheless, when a week had passed and still he had not tried to contact her, she grew restless. Part of it was that she felt horny all the time, a kind of gnawing, aching, blood-bubbling horniness that was so persistent it was almost embarrassing. She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men, wondering if they could smell the thick odors of her need, or sense how wet and itchy her cunt always felt, or how her nipples were now always half-erect under the thin fabric of her bra.

When Jeff came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and exultantly let him fuck her three times in rapid succession, and she came each time and was still not satisfied. This is just ridiculous, she thought, feeling her body crawl with slow fires. I never felt like this before. I don't know what's come over me, but it's got something to do with Eric. I have to see him again. If this keeps up, I'm just going to go crazy.

She didn't want to phone him because she knew the situation with Danika still might be delicate. Also, she didn't trust herself not to blurt out something over the phone about how much she needed him to fuck her, all of a sudden. The thought occurred to her that Eric might somehow have patched up things with his wife, and was afraid to call Fawn because he knew how that would upset the balance. But Fawn wanted to tell him it didn't matter, she wasn't jealous of his wife; she just needed him, she needed him so badly, he would have to understand how much she suddenly needed him, how curiously insatiable she had become.

But one evening, when she noticed that the bus she was riding home from work had taken a short detour, and was going through Eric's neighborhood, she couldn't resist jumping up and getting off. She knew it was a mad impulse. But she walked directly to his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses. I just happened to be in the area, she rehearsed. What I really want to do is suck your big juicy cock, Eric, and have you do unimaginable things to every part of my body with it, but I can't say that, I can't just…

But it was Danika who answered the door. "Oh hi, Fawn," she said glumly, her beautiful face looking wrung out from days of crying.

Fawn was shocked out of her reverie. "I… I," she stammered.

Danika gave her a bleak smile. "I suppose you heard about everything."

"I… Eric called about a week ago and… mentioned that you two…"

Danika shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Fawn's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't have to get caught in the middle of any nasty fights."

Not seeing any way to politely refuse, Fawn followed her sister-in-law into the house. "Where… is he?" she asked, trying not to betray any quiver of disappointment.

Danika pursed her sensual lips, half with scorn, half with sadness.

"Who knows? He said he was going away for a few days to think."

They sat in the livingroom. Danika switched off the TV. Fawn saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.

"Let me get you one," Danika said nervously, seeing Fawn's eyes on the pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."

"Why not," Fawn smiled sympathetically. She felt kind of sorry for Danika, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely, sitting here drinking a martini by herself and watching TV at 5:30 in the afternoon.

And Danika seemed defensive about it, too. From the kitchen she shouted, "I hope you don't get the wrong idea. I'm not just sitting here getting soused all the time." She returned with another martini glass and poured a cocktail for Fawn. "In fact," she half-giggled, "I only had one. So far. And I waited till five o'clock. Just being a good girl. But I took a few days off from work, just because I was feeling so bad. Trying to get myself back together, you know. But around this time of day it gets a little hard. You understand, don't you?"

"Sure," Fawn said. Seeing Danika like this, so nervous and upset, made her realize that she really didn't know much about the situation at all. She knew she had not listened very carefully to Eric, being first so involved in her sexy childish memories, then swept up by her mysterious urge to go to bed with him.

"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too," Danika said, briefly but genuinely embarrassed. "I mean, it just seems so silly to get dressed when you're not going anywhere all day. So I…"