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She even tried to put her boyfriend Jeff out of her mind too, even though he was obviously hurt and bewildered by her coolness. To her, he was just an irrelevance since he could never be for her the lover that Eric and Danika had been.

But Jeff was persistent. He wouldn't give up easily. He demanded that she explain her rejection of him.

"It has nothing to do with you," she said to him one evening when he dropped her home from work.

"It doesn't?" he snapped. "Then I'd sure like to know what it has to do with."

"Never mind. It's just not you, that's all. You'll just have to trust me. I'm telling the truth."

Her roommate Staci was home too, bustling around the kitchen. Fawn didn't want to discuss it in her presence.

"I guess I'll have to," Jeff snapped again. "I'm sure not getting satisfied in any other way."

"Oh Jeff, all you think about is screwing," Fawn said. "It won't hurt you to take a little rest from it for a while."

"That sounds easy for you to say," he said. "Are you sure you're not getting it somewhere else? If you're going to be so honest…"

"I'm telling the truth! Are you calling me a liar?"

Staci came into the room, and that made them both twice as nervous and irritable. Fawn's roommate was very attractive, tall and red-headed, with pale translucent skin and a high perky ass that never failed to draw men's glances. Fawn knew Jeff would like to screw her. Any man would.

"You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Staci said, with a mischievous smile. "Would you like me to leave or something, so you can kiss and make up?"

"Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Staci," Jeff said. "Then Fawn can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice cubes and finally be happy."

"I don't care," Fawn sniffed, acting aloof, but sulking and smoldering with jealousy. "Go ahead, I don't care."

"Look, you two, this is idiotic," Staci said. She grabbed her purse and her coat from the armchair by the door. "I'm going out. I have a few things to do. I'll probably be gone about an hour."

"You don't have to leave, Staci," Fawn said nervously.

For a brief moment she felt as if she would rather have the fight that was going on than the sex that was probably inevitable if Staci left.

"Oh yes I do," Staci smiled. "Yes. Yes I do."

She shut the door behind her, leaving Jeff and Fawn alone.

With Staci gone, Fawn became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck her, then she would let him fuck her. After all, she couldn't deny that she liked him. She'd been going with him a long time. They'd had good moments together.

Certainly Jeff couldn't help it if Eric and Danika had somehow got into her life and screwed up all her feelings, making her realize things about her body she had never known before. Besides, she had to admit to herself that she was a little horny, too. It had been a while.

Suddenly she found herself thinking of his cock. During the past two weeks she had been mostly thinking about Danika, and the hot lesbian fucking they had done. The fuck with Eric was always in the back of her mind too, but more worrisome to her was the wild intensity of her night with her sister-in-law.

She worried about what it might mean. It was not pleasant to think she might really be a lesbian at heart. Could that be true? She refused to think it. Now, as she found herself thinking about Jeff's cock for the first time in weeks, she realized that here was a way to test herself. She walked over to him, suddenly all pliant and warm, and offered him her mouth. She even slithered her tongue between his teeth almost before he could embrace her. He kissed her back, and dug his fingers into her springy ass through her skirt. He mumbled against her searching, moving lips.

"I don't know what's going on with you, baby."

"Ohhhhh, do you have to? Do you have to?" she murmured back, quickly reaching down and unzipping his fly.

She could feel the thick gristly stalk of his hot prick thumping against her fingers through the thin cotton of his shorts.

"I don't have to, but I'd like to," Jeff panted.

"What else would you like to do?"

Swiftly she dipped both hands under the elastic band of his shorts and dug deep. She twirled his big soft balls gently in her fingers, then stroked the hot pulsing shaft of his cock.

"Never mind, don't answer that," she murmured.

She sank to her knees and groped with his belt buckle. In one swift motion Jeff pulled her sweater over her head. His eager hands found the bare tanned skin of her back and shoulders, his fingers scrabbling for the catch of her bra. But before he could unfasten it she had pulled his pants and his shorts down around his ankles. Her fast hungry mouth was all over his red twitching prick.

"Right here?" Jeff gasped.

"Right here."

Fawn clasped his hips and pulled him down onto the living room floor. She took his fat prick all the way into her mouth until the swollen bulb on the end of it nudged the back of her throat. Then she drew her lips slowly up the throbbing ripply fuck-stalk until she got to the ridge below his flaring cockhead. She lip-pinched it, and stroked the sensitive skin with her tongue.

Jeff's whole body strained with pleasure. He groaned, holding her head in both hands. Fawn took his pulsing cock out of her mouth and licked it, bathing it in warm spit.

"Ohhhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I, baby," she cooed. "So mean, so mean. But I won't be mean now. Do you want me to drink your cum?"

"Unnngghh," Jeff grunted softly, too aroused to speak.

He still had on his shirt, and his shoes. His ankles were trapped in the crumpled cloth of his pants, so that only his tense legs and hips and his big blood-thundering cock were exposed to her. And that was just what Fawn wanted.

She wanted to mouth-rape him. She wanted his prick. She wanted to cradle it in her hands and lick it and swallow it. His fingers clasped at her bare neck and shoulders, tugging frantically at the straps of her bra. But she squirmed away and devoured his stiff hot fuck-rod so eagerly that he could do nothing but fall back and moan and thrust up into her busy mouth.

His wet prick pulsed with crazy hot urgent life in her hands. She stroked it from top to bottom with her tongue, then sucked his balls into her mouth, first one, then the other, swirling her lips over them.

"Oh, I'm going to find out if you've been a naughty boy," she murmured, slurping and swallowing the juice that leaked from the purplish head of his cock. "How close are you, baby? Close?" She dove on his jumping fuck-shaft. "Have you been sticking it in someone else?"

"Oh Jesus, Fawn," Jeff moaned. "You're so good!"

His firm strong hands held her by the sides of the head now, holding her mouth steady. He drove his raging cock up into her throat, making Fawn gag and sputter with eager lust.

She loved doing it to him. Her own body flushed with coursing waves of heat. She could feel the juices of her sizzling cunt wetting her panties, feel her thighs shaking and clenching involuntarily. Her nipples were erect inside the cups of her bra. She sighed and whimpered, pushing her naked midriff against his jerking, hairy knees.

Oh Jeff! Squirt it into me, feed me with it! After you come you have to fuck me, you have to rape me! You can do anything you want to me, baby! But right now I'm going to suck it out of you! Oh yes, oh yes! Are you ready? Have you been saving a big load just for me? Let me have it, then! Now, baby, now!

She laced her fingers around the pumping red stalk of his prick, sucking him wildly. His cock grew even stiffer, hard as granite. She felt it extend and point, felt his whole body grow painfully taut. She felt the rough strength of his hands shoving her head down. His prick rammed viciously into her throat, and Fawn gobbled it insanely, sucking it with rabid intensity.