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Each time he dug his cock into Danika's ass Fawn's own streaming cunt felt sprayed with stinging sparks. She reached down and stroked the wet slit, feeling her buttery itching cunt-lips greasy with hot sex-slime against her fingers.

Finger-fucking herself into pulsing flashes of pleasure, she watched Danika suddenly change. The girl began bucking her ass back into Eric's piercing thrusts, grinding her hips, and gritting her teeth. She moaned in a low, gasping, guttural voice at him.

"Ohhhhhh yes, Eric! Fuck me like that, unghghh! Yes, do it to me, make me sorry, fuck my ass, unghgh! Owwncchh! Unghgh, yes!"

The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Fawn could barely stay on it. She crouched beside them, moaning and digging in her seething pussy with two fingers. She pinched her erect clit and was already coming in soft preliminary jolts when Danika began to explode with excruciating orgasms.

"Unnggghh! Yaannghgiiieeee!" she shrieked, slumping forward on the bed, writhing insanely into the mattress and biting the sheet.

Eric pumped his cock into her with ever-increasing urgency as he too began to come. Danika flipped and shuddered out of control under his powerful body. Eric reared up like a lust-crazed stallion, burying his huge prick in his wife's asshole. He growled helplessly as the cum squirted out of his cock into her ass.

"Ohhh! Ohhh!" Fawn heard herself moaning desperately.

Her whole body shook with the need for a climax. 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. She wanted to be split and pierced and shattered with orgasms.

But no matter how frantically she pumped her hand in and out of her throbbing cunt, the big ones wouldn't come.

When Eric left briefly to use the bathroom, Fawn squirmed against her sister-in-law, loving the feel of their warm naked bodies sliding together. Now it will be my turn, she thought. Now they'll fuck me, and I can come like that.

"You loved it, didn't you," she whispered to Danika.

Danika nodded slowly, her full lips curving in a half-smile as she recalled the intense pleasure. "I've never been fucked like that," she whispered back.

"I haven't either," Fawn admitted.

She could almost still see Eric's huge rigid cock drilling mercilessly into Danika's ass. And the wild look that had passed over Danika's face each time it penetrated her. She herself had never been fucked in the ass. She had always been terrified of it.

The pain. The horrible submission it required. The total violation. Even now the thought of it made her guts clench, and her asshole pinch tightly shut in fear. But she could also feel a fluttering in the pit of her stomach, and a spurt of fire in her cunt as she contemplated it.

"How did it feel?" she asked Danika.

"It hurt at first," Danika said softly. "Then it was terrific."

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.

She squirmed and wriggled against Danika, wanting her to know that she herself was still aroused, unsatisfied. She drew Danika's hand down her smooth belly to her moist thatch.

"I want you to fuck me, baby," she whispered hotly into Danika's ear. "I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, I'm burning up."

But Danika responded listlessly. Her hand was limp, and her tongue restrained at Fawn flicked at it with her own. "Fawn," she said softly, "I want to be alone with him."

Fawn froze. She could feel it coming.

"You understand, don't you?" Danika continued.

"I… suppose I do."

"I know it's not fair," Danika said. "But I can't help wanting it. You wouldn't want me to lie to you, would you?"

Fawn shook her head, biting back tears she hated herself for. It was what she had wanted, after all. For them to get back together. The fact that she was still seething with fuck-need had nothing to do with it.

Pride made her get up from the bed before Eric returned, and head for the bedroom door. I've got to get out of here, she thought, almost desperate in her haste. This is crazy, insane. I've got to get out of here, quick.

"Fawn…?" Danika's voice followed her down the hall.

She dressed with lightning speed and was going out the front door just as her brother appeared, having figured out where she was. She could hardly tear her eyes from his naked body, especially the long swinging hunk of his cock, which she wanted so much to feel inside of her.

"Fawn, where are you going?" Eric asked.

But before he could say anything else, she was out the door and fled down the path to the street. Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. Her thoughts were in a turmoil as she sat in the back seat of the cab, wondering what to do next.

I've got to get control of myself, she thought. She caught the cab driver glancing at her in the rearview mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating her with his eyes, promising to deliver anything she might request.

He was young, fairly handsome, with broad shoulders and shaggy black hair. His mouth had a vicious, sarcastic twist. Fawn knew that there must be something about her he could smell, some sex odor she had absorbed from her experience with Eric and Danika.

The way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. His dark bold eyes riveted hers in the mirror for such long periods that she was afraid he might have a wreck. During the moments when he took his eyes away from hers to watch the traffic, she tried deliberately not to glance up at his name and picture on the cab license that was attached to the sunvisor.

She didn't want to know his name. She also wanted him to make the first advance. Finally the cab pulled up in front of her building, and he shut off the motor. They still had not spoken a word to one another. Fawn stared at him in the mirror, making no effort to get out. He turned his head and glared at her over his shoulder.

"Isn't this it?" he said, staring suggestively first at her mouth, then down at her loose tits that rose and fell in excitement under her thin blouse.

She had dressed in such a hurry that she had merely stuffed her bra into her handbag. When she said nothing, but simply stared at him, her eyes saying, You can fuck me, you can fuck me, please, he repeated his words.

"Isn't this it?"

"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered, angry with him for forcing her to begin it.

His cruel sarcastic mouth that gave her delicious shivers twisted into a grin. His eyes drifted again down to the visible bumps her nipples made in the fabric of her blouse.

"That depends on where you want to go," he said, staring boldly at her tits.

"I want to go crazy," Fawn whispered. She shifted her shoulders slightly so that the out-thrusting tit-globes swayed beneath the cloth.

"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"

"I'll bet you can figure that out."

His eyes came back up to her face, slightly threatening, but still flickering with sarcasm. "Why don't you tell me?"

He sounded so rough and brutal that for a moment she winced inwardly with fear of him. What am I doing? she asked herself. But at the same time his rough, bold manner excited her.

"Because you already know," she said.

Suddenly he reached out a hand across the seat and ran two rough callused fingers along her cheek. His dark eyes were hot and smoky. "But I want to hear it from you."

Fawn's whole body trembled at the feel of his gnarled fingers against her cheek. "I… I," she tried to speak, glancing down at her shaking hands.

Still caressing her cheek, her forehead, her chin, running his thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips, he spoke softly. "Is it hard?"