Don Tsuris: Twice As Nice Vice

Fawn was happy to be alone. Her roommate Kelley took a night-school class every Wednesday night, and for Fawn the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Jeff would come over while Kelley was gone, and Fawn would tease him, dance halfnaked in front of him, finally coax him into fucking her in the bathtub, or under the kitchen table, anywhere to break the monotony of the bed. But this week Jeff was out of town on a business conference, and all in all it was just as well with Fawn. She liked being alone once in awhile and had little opportunity for it.

She and Jeff had been going together for nearly a year now, and though she seemed to like him as much as ever, and though the sex was still pretty good as long as she spiced it up by inventing new places to do it in, she couldn't help feeling a little stale and weary about the whole thing. Maybe his absence for a week would inject some kind of new intensity into their relationship. Though frankly, she said to herself, I really don't miss him all that much. Tonight I'm just going to enjoy the peace and quiet. I'm going to take a long bath, and wash my hair, and maybe sip a glass of wine and watch TV a little.

As soon as Kelley had gone, Fawn had slipped out of her clothes and into her bathrobe, then fixed herself a leisurely dinner. After eating, she went into the bathroom and started the tub water, and while she waited for the tub to fill she piled her thick auburn hair on top of her head and placed a shower hat over it. She did this because she liked each thing to be separate-first the bath, then the hair washing, then the relaxing glass of wine. She enjoyed luxuriating in the tub without her hair becoming all wet and stringy and cold, clinging to her bare shoulders, making her head heavy.

When the shower hat was in place, she took off her robe and looked down at her body. One of the reasons she enjoyed being alone so much was that it gave her enough time and privacy to examine her naked body closely. At other times, Kelley's presence, even if the bathroom door was locked, somehow made her nervous, self-conscious, as if it were somehow wrong or even filthy to touch your own nipples or run a tender, tickling finger along the moist folds of your own cunt. She was afraid she might shudder or moan softly, and Kelley would overhear her. Not that she ever masturbated anymore, since she had no need for that. What with Jeff balling her silly three or four times a week, she never felt the need to make herself come.

All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch her own naked body in total privacy, to be proud of it without having to explain her pride, to investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men, crave her so much, that made Jeff, for instance, groan and sob and twitch with passion from the moment he touched her bare flesh to the moment he popped and flooded her hungry pussy with seed. So now that she had the chance, she wasn't going to waste it.

While the hot water crashed into the bathtub, she took a hand mirror and stood with it before the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door. She knew she was lucky to have such a beautiful body. At twenty-two years old, her flesh was taut and ripe and smooth. Her skin tanned easily, richly, and since she knew that the contrast between tanned and untanned skin was somehow bewitchingly sexy, she always kept her body golden and coppery except where her bikini panties and bra protected it from the sun. There her skin was pate and creamy, marvelously white and tempting, her firm high buttocks two lovely glowing moons below the incurved sweep of her long bronze back, her young uptilted breasts two creamy globes of firm fleshy fruit thrusting out above a velvety expanse of flat golden midriff. She also knew she had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones, the aureoles wide circles that were tinged a deep rose and that swelled up puffily off her breasts like soft, faintly stippled cones, the centers thick springy nubs that pushed out even further.

She stood before the mirror frontways, sideways, backways, admiring the full perky curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow waist, her firm round breasts, just the right size, the long nipples swollen and pointing. She ran a hand lightly down the silken skin of her stomach and dipped a finger playfully into the deep puckered cup of her navel. Every time she touched her navel she couldn't help remembering her first lover, a boy back in high school, who once in a hot sweat of desire had been kissing her stomach, going down it slowly and lovingly on his way to her cunt, which he was in the habit of tonguing and sucking into spasms of delirious joy. But this time, when he reached her navel with his tongue he began to stab and tongue-fuck it too, going at it so passionately that before either of them knew it he was coming, squirting warm slimy semen all over her leg and the sheet. Not every girl can make a man come with only her bellybutton, she giggled to herself.

She ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her tawny thighs, and dug her fingers gently into their ripe resilience, watching her tanned skin shimmer under each fingertip, feeling a tiny wince of pleasure as all the nerves of her legs responded. She planted her feet wide apart, bending her knees slightly, and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. On one side the mirror gave back a normal reflection, but on the other side, the side she used, it magnified everything enormously. With delight and fascination, she gazed down at the huge furry-fringed pink-lipped slash of her own cunt. The folds of her vulva were dewy and moist, but only half-blossomed, revealing only tantalizing hints of the slick fiery-red inner cuntmeat they protected. The small nerve-bundle of her clitoris was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.

Fawn inserted one forefinger-which instantly became gigantic as its reflection appeared in the hand-mirror-slowly between the lips of her cunt, parting them further, sliding the finger all the way into the warm greasy depths of her sensitive channel until it was stopped by the last knuckle. Her knees trembling involuntarily, she rotated the finger, and with her thumb rapidly rubbed her clit until it swelled and pulsed. "Ohhhnnn!" she gasped.

It felt so good! It felt so good to be doing it herself, and watching it at the same time, especially since the magnifying mirror made it look like the cunt of a giantess being probed by a monstrous hand, and yet she felt all the tingling sensations herself. She shut her eyes, whimpering softly, then opened them again and gazed down once more at the sight. Her cunt was juicing and blossoming readily now, and she could get two fingers fully into it, but her other hand shook so badly, her breath came so fast, that she could hardly hold her position or keep the hand mirror in place. Hastily, she placed it flat on the floor and squatted over it, digging softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, shivering uncontrollably, noticing her glazed eyes in the door mirror, surprised to see her long nipples tight and erect. Oh god, I think I'll do it! I think I'll do it, I'm going to do it! "Ahhnnn… anngghh…" she heard the sounds coming from her throat.

Her whole body flushed and melting with hot tremors, her mind reeling happily, urgently with the decision she had made to bring herself off, to make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it all, if she could only keep her feverishly fluttering eyelids open, she at first didn't notice the water on the floor. But suddenly her bare knees felt wet, shocking her out of the giddy sexual delights that poured through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself, and she gasped, and turned her head, and saw it spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.