Life is filled with periods of transition, and it all starts at birth, when a baby is yanked from the warmth and safety of the womb. No less traumatic for most children is the transition from the sometimes frightening school environment. And then comes the time when one must decide -- often involuntarily -- what to do with one's life.
Transition all of us must make. Indeed, life itself seems to be a never-ending string of transitions.
In this frank novel, a woman is faced with changes, which greatly affect her personal life as well as her relationship with her brother and his wife.
Mona has become her brother's lover because of a series of misfortunate circumstances; and though she strives to lead a normal life, outside forces exist over which she has little control.
Society may condemn her actions, but is she really guilty?
SISTER IN THE MIDDLE -- a work of fiction, yes, but a story with a message for all.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Mona was happy to be alone. Her roommate Amy took a night-school class every Wednesday night, and for Mona the chance to be by herself was a pleasure she looked forward to each week. Sometimes Mel would come over, while Amy was gone. And Mona would tease him, dance half-naked in front of him, and 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 Mel was out of town on a business conference. And all in all it was just as well with Mona. She liked being alone once in a while, and had little opportunity for it.
She took off her win 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.
All she really wanted was the chance to look at and touch hex own naked body in total privacy. She wanted to investigate the sweet succulent mysteries that made men, all men, crave her so much. That made Mel, 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 jism.
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-minor and stood with it before the full-length mirror. 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 firm high ass-cheeks were two lovely glowing moons. Her uptilted tits were two creamy globes. She also had extraordinary nipples, large and inviting ones. The wide circles of her areolas were tinged a deep rose and swelled up puffily.
She stood before the mirror, admiring the curve of her taut ass, the supple tapering of her narrow waist, her firm tits, the long nipples swollen and navel. She dipped a finger playfully into her navel. Every time she touched her navel she remembered her first lover. It was a boy back in high school. Once in a hot sweat of desire he had been kissing her stomach, going down it slowly and lovingly on his way to her cunt, which he loved to tongue and suck. But this time when he reached her navel with his tongue he began to stab and tongue-fuck it too. He went 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 ran her hands proudly over the smooth swell of her hips, down to the firm flesh of her thighs.
She planted her feet widely apart, bending her knees slightly, and slipped the hand-mirror between her spread thighs. The mirror magnified everything enormously. With delight and fascination, she gazed down at the pink-lipped slash of her cunt. The folds of her pussy were dewy and moist, revealing only tantalizing hints of the slick fiery-red inner cuntmeat they protected. Her clitoris was still half-hidden beneath its pinkish hood.
Mona inserted one finger slowly between the lips of her cunt. She parted her pussy-lips, sliding her finger all the way into the warm, greasy depths of her sensitive channel. Her knees trembling she rotated her finger. She rapidly rubbed her cunt until it swelled and pulsed.
"Ohhnnnnn!" she gasped.
It felt so good! It felt so good to be finger-fucking and watching it at the same time. 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. She could get two fingers fully into it, but her other hand shook so badly that she could hardly hold the hand-mirror in place.
Hastily she placed the mirror flat on the floor and squatted over it. Digging softly in her flowing pussy with two hands now, she shivered uncontrollably. Her long nipples were 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..."
Her whole body was flushed with hot tremors. Her mind reeled. She could make herself come right here, like this, where she could watch it all, if she could only keep her eyelids open.
At first she didn't notice the water on the floor. But suddenly her bare knees felt wet, shocking her out of the giddy sexual delights that pound through her. Then the water poured over the mirror itself. She gasped, and turned her head, and saw it spilling rapidly over the edge of the tub.
"Shit!" she shouted.
Quickly she jumped to her feet and shut off the faucets, yanked up the plug. But it was already too late. The floor of the bathroom was submerged in water.
Gritting her teeth, Mona snatched towels from every available rack and began mopping up the mess. She was so angry and busy at the task that at first she failed to hear the doorbell. Then, when it rang again, and she finally heard it, she only grew angrier.
"GODDAMN IT!" she shrieked.
She flung the wet towels to the floor sad headed for the front door. She was halfway down the hall before she noticed that she was still naked. She grabbed her robe, slipped into it, then tried to control her fast breath and her rage as she walked down the hall again to the door.
"Oh, it's only you," she sighed irritably, finding her brother Steve there when she opened it.
Ordinarily Steve would have made a quick joke to relieve her irritation.
"Only me?" he said. "Can I come in?"
Chapter Two
Mona looked wearily at her brother. "You can come in if you're good with a mop." Steve stalked into the living room, nervous, jumpy. "Have you got anything to drink around here?"
"I think there's some Scotch in the kitchen. And maybe some wine." Mona shook her thick mane of hair back over her shoulders.
"I'll take the Scotch."
"What's the matter, Steve?" With him following her, she went into the kitchen and poured him his drink.
"Erica," he growled. "She's been... making it with another guy. For nearly two months. But I only found out about it tonight."
"Oh no." With instinctive sympathy for her brother, Mona reached out a hand and stroked his forehead tenderly. "Oh, Steve, I'm sorry."
Steve gave a bleak shrug. He drained his glass and handed it back to her. "Aren't you going to have one with me?" he asked. "You don't want me to get drunk all alone, do you?"
He gave her a forlorn wink, pretending toughness to mask his misery.
"I don't want to get drunk at all." But as she looked into his eyes and saw the pain there, and then thought of her own foolishness moments ago in the bathroom, she was very tempted to join him. Not to get drunk, but just to have a few drinks and forget about everything for a little while.
She knew he probably wanted to talk about what a bitch his wife Erica was to do this to him and she wouldn't have any trouble agreeing with him there. Long ago her woman's instincts had told her that Erica was a prick-happy little flirt who could never be happy with only one man at a time.
From the beginning Mona had thought Steve was in for trouble in marrying her. Now that Erica had betrayed him, maybe it was time for Mona to play straight with her brother.
"Come on," Steve joked again. "What kind of party is it with only one drunk?"
Mona smirked at him, "Why not?"
They took the bottle of Scotch with them into the living room and sat down. He began predictably to tell her about Erica's bitchiness, how she had not only been fucking around behind his back, but also doing it with one of his best friends. He launched into a long, morose, bitter, increasingly tipsy tirade, aid Mona listened dutifully, drinking along with him and nodding at the right moments.
The Scotch made her warm and tingly, but as time wore on she began to wish that her bathrobe was made out of some other fabric than satin, because it was so slippery. It was hard enough to keep the skirts over her thighs and knees, but even worse was the constantly loosening sash. Whenever she moved it loosened more, and her firm out thrusting breasts pushed against the front part of the robe until the neck-lapels were gaping wider and wider, revealing more and more of her tits.
And there was the delicious sensation of the cool slippery satin against her warm, tingling skin. It rasped softly across her sensitive nipples, rustled smoothly against her inner thighs. In front of her brother she felt vow modest, but at the same time remarkably relaxed, especially since he was so obsessed by his wife's infidelity that he hardly paid her any attention.
After a while, as Steve droned on about Erica, Mona didn't really hear him any mow. She found herself dreamily remembering herself and her brother as kids. Vague images floated in her mind. But out of them, one peculiarly exciting one emerged.
One afternoon when she was about eighteen she had walked past his bedroom and there he was, sitting on the edge of his bed, facing the open door. His thighs were spread and the long thick tube of his cock hung there in all of his glory for her to see.
Mona had stopped and stared at his large prick until it began to swell and rise and thump with blood. Then, with a nervous giggle and a very hot face, she had turned and fled down the hall.
Now Mona felt the same guilty fluttering and sharp tremors of heat in her body that she'd felt then. She squirmed and felt dazed and too warm, and she noticed that Steve's droning voice had stopped.
Then she saw his eyes. He was sunk in some kind of trance too. He was staring at her, not at her face, but lower. And she glanced down and saw that the sash of her bathrobe had come completely undone. The robe had parted, and her body was exposed from her throat to the fringe of her pubic hair.
Rushing with embarrassment, she pulled the robe shut. "Oh, I... I don't know what happened to me!"
"Don't," Steve said quietly.
"Steve!" Mona said, as if to shame him. But her voice was not convincing. "Please don't."
"Steve, I'm your sister." Across her mind flashed the image of his thick cock thumping and filling with blood. What was his prick like now that he was a man? The thought horrified her. What am I thinking like that for! I've got to stop it! He's got to stop it!
Steve shook his bond, then he grinned at her. "That's right, you are. I guess I almost forgot. For a minute there I... well, I was remembering that time I stole your bikini top."
Mona blushed hotly. It was another think she had forgotten, the time he had swiped her bra in a swimming pool just to get a glimpse of her ripe young breasts.
"I'll never forget it. You were beautiful even then, but now..."
"Steve, I think we'd better change the subject." Mona's flesh was hot and prickly, her mind in a confused whirl.
She felt so close to something dangerous that she didn't know quite what to do. The best thing, she figured, was simply to take charge right now, not to let it happen again.
She tightened the sash of her robe and stood up. "I think I'd better change, get into something else. Don't you?"
"No." He grinned, his eyes murky, friendly but deadly serious.
"I moan... we'll both feel better if there isn't any chance of..."
"Of what?"
"You know very well what." She looked down at him and wondered how he could be so calm about it. She was breathing so hard that her tits were heaving, which only made him more interested in the sight of her plump nipples floating under the shiny satin.
Steve's eyes seemed to flicker. "Tell you what. Look at it this way. If you're my sister, and I'm your brother, then we're both really the same flesh, right? We came from the same mother, we've got the same genes and tissues and..."
He fell silent, and they both laughed nervously. "Well, I guess I've heard everything now," Mona said, trying to match his calm irony.
"No, you haven't," Steve said. "Why don't you show me yourself just once more, before you change? Just for family's sake."
"Why should it?" My God! Mona thought. What am I doing? I'm teasing him, I'm just making it worse!
"Because I want to see you. You're lovely."
"Lovelier than Erica?" she whispered softly, growing morn ashamed of herself by the second. For the first time she let her eyes wander to the crotch of his pants and she saw the huge swelling there.
"Lovelier than anybody. I swear."
"All you want to do is see me?"
"That's all."
"You won't touch?"
Steve gave her a sardonic smile, as if to warn her that they weren't kids anymore. "Promise," he said.
"I don't believe you," she murmured. "I don't believe you for a minute... not for a minute..."
But her fingers were fiddling with the knot of her sash, tugging it, and pulling the slippery fabric loose. She wanted to show him her body, her whole body this time, not just a part of it. She wanted to pose before as she had earlier posed before the mirror, to show him everything.
She knew it was horribly wrong to be doing this, but the impulse was overwhelming. In the split second it took her to pull open the robe and slip it off her shoulders, showing him for the tint time every delectable inch of her supple nude body, she knew there was no going back.
They would fuck. And she would let it happen. She would invite it, though she would also fight it with every ounce of her nerve because somehow she was not supposed to let it happen, even though her cunt and tits seethed and ached for him.
Steve scrutinized her naked body, now glowing and warm and flushed with the fires of her shame and excitement. Slowly she pirouetted in front of him, showing him her ass. Her firm breasts swayed and bobbed pertly, her long puffy nipples already half-erect before his mesmerized gaze.
"You like?" she whispered, teasing him, unable to stop herself.
Steve nodded and licked his lips.
She stroked the smooth undersides of her creamy tits and raised them. Steve's harsh breath seemed to be clawing its way out of his throat. And that sound excited Mona further.
She came closer to him, closer, watching his crazed eyes devour her succulent tits. She watched his eyes so closely that she squealed with sharp surprise when she suddenly felt his hands gripping the backs of her thighs, pulling her forward strongly. He squeezed her asscheeks as he pushed his face into her stomach and his tongue dithered into her navel.
"Ohh! Ohhh?" she yelped, wriggling out of his grasp.
She jumped away from him, trying to act shocked, but the feel of his tongue in her navel and his fingers digging passionately into her ass-flesh had made her reel with hot thrills. "Oh Steve," she said, half mocking him, "you promised you wouldn't touch! You promised!"
Steve managed to grin again. "Couldn't help myself," he said hoarsely.
"Now Steve... Steve!" she whimpered softly, backing away, as her brother stood up from his chair, bending slightly at the waist to ease the pressure on his bulging, pants-cramped prick.
God, God, she thought, I should stop it now, before it's too late! I can't let him fuck me!
Slowly, deliberately unbuckling his belt, Steve walked toward her.
"Mona... Mona, I can't stop myself," he murmured, shaking his head, his eyes racing over her nakedness.
She kept backing any (win him. "Steve, you know we can't."
"Yes, we can." He backed her against the wall. His hands cupped her feverish face, his lips came down toward him.
"No, Steve, no!" she whimpered. "What about... Amy?"
"Where is she?"
"She's at school."
His lips met hers, and his hands dropped to her shoulders, then down to her breasts, and he filled his palms with them. Gently squeezing her full warm tits, he kissed her check, her neck, then breathed warmth into her ear. He jabbed his tongue deep into her ear, whispering hotly to her at the same time, "When does she get home?"
Mona moaned. Her body was yielding, her cunt wet and achy. And as he trenched her ear and caressed her throbbing tits, she slid her hands under the elastic of his briefs and grasped his hot huge prick, freeing it from his underwear. Her fingers stroked his cock urgently, and she knew she didn't care anything about Amy, who wouldn't be home for another two hours anyway.
I just want you to fuck me! Here, right here against the wall, if you want to! Or on the floor, or in the bed, I don't care!
Steve's lips trailed down her smooth shoulder to her left breast, and he licked her large rosy nipple. "When does she get home?" he repeated.
But before she could answer, she felt his mouth close over her pulsing nipple, felt it stiffen and flame with heat. Her legs weakened. She had to grasp his hips in order to remain standing, and she pulled him against her so that she could feel the long gristly stalk of his prick pressing against her belly.
As he hungrily slurped and sucked her throbbing nipples, she moaned and began to writhe in his rasp.
"Oh, Steve..." she murmured. "Oh, Steve, are you going to fuck me? Are you? Are you going to fuck me?"
He pulled her down the hallway to the bedroom. Mona tore at his shirt, skimmed his pants and briefs down his legs, stopping and clumsily licking his twitchy red cock before he pulled her to her feet. He kissed her again with savage tenderness, and laid her down on her back on the bed the way he wanted her to be.
Shivering with excitement and frightening lust, Mona yielded completely to her brother. She lay on the bed so that her feet still touched the floor, her knees spread, her ass perched on the edge of the mattress, her wet glistening pussy totally vulnerable. She knew that if he wanted to fuck her this way it was so he could have leverage when he fucked her. And she was in for a piercing, skewering fuck from the huge pulsing prick that he was now lowering between her thighs.
His hard tanned muscular body was so desirable that she wanted to swarm him, and kiss and stroke him everywhere, and suck his gigantic prick, feel his hungry lips in her boiling cunt, and do everything -- everything! -- before they got down to the actual fucking. But Steve's hot driving passion for her was so overwhelming that she had no choice. She had to give her body to him instantly, and let him ravish her and fuck her with his fierce cock.
Her body quivered out of control. "Ohhhh. Oh baby! Oh, Steve, we... can't, we can't do this... unnhhhggg! Oh God, suckme baby..." She moaned as his mouth again found her breasts, giving them long, agonizing sucks.
Her frenzied fingers flickered over his hot hard cock. She pinched the large flaring bulb on the head of his prick, pulling it toward her open steamy slit, aching to be filled by it. And her finger on his prick drove Steve wild with desire.
He stroked her smooth hips and steadied her pelvis. He carefully lodged the swollen head of his cock in her cuntlips, then gazed straight into her eyes with deep emotion as he slid the full length of his burning shaft into her flowing pussy.
It was the largest, thickest, fattest, longest prick Mona had ever felt inside her pussy. It was sunk deep in her body, the head of it nudging the mouth of her womb, and Steve did not pull out or start thrusting. Instead he left it buried in her pussy while he lowered his hard chest down on her breasts.
"Mona..." he groaned in a husky whisper.
"Yesssss, oh yeses!" she answered, her body undulating beneath him.
She knew he wanted to say more, but he was speechless with desire for her, as she was for him. And at this moment all she wanted to feel was the joy of his huge prick plunging fiercely in and out of her cunt.
"Fuck me, Steve... unnnnhh! Oh yes, like that! Oh God, yesss! Fuck me, baby! You can do anything you want to me, anything at all! Oh! Oh! Unnhhh!"
He drew his long prick slowly out of her pussy until the head of it nearly escaped her clinging wet cuntlips. Then he slid his cock slowly again all the way in. But the excitement and hot fantastic guilt of what they were doing made them both so urgent that they could not be slow and gentle for long.
Soon they were groaning and whimpering, their straining bodies writhing together.
Mona clenched the muscles of her thighs and flung her pelvis against her brother's raging, hammering, piercing prick. She squealed with wild joy as she felt his huge, ravaging prick cram her cunt to the splitting point.
She gasped sharply as hot tremors of pleasure ripped through her body with each deep lunge of his prick. She clutched him and squeezed him, pushed her tits up against his grinding chest, and then she sought his mouth with her own.
"Ohhhnnn! It's so good, so good!"
She was on in, bubbling and seething with hot fuck-urges. She had never felt this way before. The searing blade of his cock sliced up into her cunt, and her body was on fire. She screeched and clawed his back and moaned with guilty passion, knowing it was her brother who was fucking her so beautifully, and fearing she would never be happy with anyone else again. Not after the blinding bliss of this moment.
She wriggled and squirmed and groaned, loving the feel of his hard chest crushing her swollen tits and aching nipples. But she still couldn't understand why it didn't hurt her, this massive rearing cock, the biggest cock she had ever fucked... driving again and again into the depths of her clasping cunt. Stuffed with the huge stalk of his prick, she shimmied her hips and clamped his cock tightly with her cunt muscles. She heard him moan with delight, felt his strong fingers bite into her back.
"Ohhhnnn... you're so good to me..." she gasped, feeling the first rolling swells of her orgasm gathering, sweeping toward her. "SOOOO good to me! So goood, unnhhh! Unit! Oh! Oh Jesus, yes! Do it hard to me, ohn! Annggghhh!"
Now that she hung and trembled and moaned on the verge of coming, he fucked his cock into her with crazy violence. Mona shrieked and raked his shoulders. Her juicy cunt hunched wildly against his frantic thrusts.
"Steve! Oh baby... oh I'm going to come! Kiss me. Oh God, kiss me! Quick! Unh! Unh! Steve, I'M..."
She groped for his panting mouth with her own, dying repeatedly each time his prick thrust deep into her wet clenching pit.
"Aaanngghhileeeee!" she shrieked.
She stiffened, her body shuddered for release, then exploded in a hot blinding rush.
"UUNNNNIIIEEEEEE!" she wailed, gasping as the wrenching jolts of her climax shook her.
She swarmed over him. She swallowed him with her thrashing body, sucking the seed out of him, hearing his choked moans, feeling every hard muscle in his fierce driving body tense into steel as he drove his squirting cock deep into her creaming pussy. With a strangled cry, he sank his wildly spurting prick into her pussy, pumping her full of his boiling juices.
"Fill me with it... come in me, baby! Fill me with it! Come in me, baby! Fill me with it! Come in me! Come in me!" she chanted. He crushed her body to him, squeezing her so roughly that she thought they both might die from the overpowering shock of the orgasms.
And then it was over. Her brother lay panting and sweating on top of her. Mona tenderly brushed his sweat-dampened hair away from his forehead and kissed him. She tightened her cunt around his still stiff cock so that it would never come out of her, so that she would never have to give up this moment. She gazed up into his eyes.
"Steve. Ohhh, Steve, Steve, Steve," she whispered.
Chapter Three
He didn't call her the next day, or the one after that. And she knew why. It wasn't so much the shame of what they had done. It was their blistering, overpowering hunger for one another's bodies they had to fear.
She desperately wanted to see him. She wanted to feel his hard body moving against hers, feel his hands racing over her bare skin. She wanted to take his large pulsing cock into her mouth where it had never been, and devour him, make him groan and spurt into her throat. But she knew she had better respect his judgment.
Still, when a week had passed and he had not tried to contact her, she grew restless. She felt like an animal in heat, always staring hotly at men, wondering if they could smelt the thick odor of her need. Couldn't they 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?
She was constantly, wildly horny. But it wasn't just any man she wanted, it was Steve. Her brother.
When her boyfriend Mel came back to town, she eagerly went to his apartment and let him fuck her three times in rapid succession. She came each time and was still not satisfied.
She didn't trust herself to phone him. She was afraid she might just blurt out something about how much she needed him to fuck her. And, what if he had somehow patched up things with Erica? But Mona wanted to tell him that it didn't matter. She wasn't jealous of his wife. She just needed him, needed him incredibly.
But one evening the express bus she was riding home from work took a short detour. She realized it was going through Steve's neighborhood. And suddenly she couldn't resist jumping up and getting off. She knew it was a mad impulse.
Nevertheless, she walked directly to his house and rang the bell, quickly thinking up casual excuses.
But it was Erica who answered the door. "Oh, hi Mona," she said glumly. Her beautiful face looked wrung out from days of crying.
Mona was shocked out of her revery. "I... I..." she stammered.
Erica gave her a bleak smile. "I guess you heard."
"I... Steve called about a week ago and... mentioned that you two..."
Erica shrugged and opened the door wider. "Come on in." She saw Mona's reluctance. "Don't worry, he's not here. You won't get caught in the middle of a nasty fight."
Not seeing any polite way to refuse, Mona followed her sister-in-law into the house. "Where... is he?"
Erica pursued 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 living room. Mona saw a pitcher of martinis and one glass on the coffee table.
"Let me get you one," Erica said nervously, seeing Mona's eyes on the pitcher. "I'll get you a glass."
Mona felt kind of sorry for Erica, who looked so sad and confused, so lonely, sitting here drinking a martini by herself.
"I hope you don't get the wrong idea," Erica shouted from the kitchen. "I'm not just sitting here getting soused all the time." She returned with another glass and poured a martini far Mona. "In fact, 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," Mona said.
"You'll have to forgive the way I'm dressed, too."
Erica wore a thick yellow quilted bathrobe with tiny rosebuds all over it. It was not sexy at all. It was more like a little girl's fluffy nightie, completely concealing her body.
Mona found herself melting with warmth and sympathy for her, instead of the jealousy she had expected to feel.
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked Erica.
"What's there to talk about? I'm sure Steve told you everything. Did he tell you what a bitch I am?"
"AU he said was that you were having an affair with his best friend."
Erica nodded, biting her full lower lip. "I was. Oh Mona, I wish I could make somebody understand! I wish even I could understand! I love Steve, not the other guy. But somehow I just couldn't help myself. I don't know what came over me." She shook her head wildly. "I was just burning up for him, and nothing helped. Nothing!"
Mona gulped her martini. She felt herself blushing, saw her hands shaking.
"I knew it was wrong... but there was nothing I could do!" Erica wept. "I couldn't stop myself!"
"I know, I know," Mona soothed her.
"How can you know? How can anybody know what it was like?"
Mona got up from her chair. She went across the room and sat next to Erica on the sofa. She took one of Erica's shuddering hands, cradled it and soothed it. "I know," she murmured to Erica. "I just know, that's all. You have to believe me."
Erica gazed at Mona through her tear-glistening eyes. "You mean something like that has happened to you?"
Mona nodded, trying to control her shame.
Erica smiled. She sighed and her head rested on Mona's shoulder. She began crying softly again. "Oh... I don't know why that makes me feel better. But it does... in away."
Mona comforted the girl, drawing her even closer, until Erica was nestled against her, sobbing quietly now into her shoulder. The warmth of Erica's body made Mona feel curiously sad too. She put her arms around Erica and embraced her, feeling unfamiliar yearnings flow through her at the touch of Erica's tear-stained check against her bare neck.
"It's okay, okay," Mona murmured softly. "We can't explain it. Sometimes we just have to give in to it..."
Chapter Four
Erica turned her head and smiled up at Mona. Her eyes were strangely murky. "Give in to it?" she whispered shyly, as if seeking reassurance.
Mona pressed her lips to her sister-in-law's forehead, giving her a reassuring kiss. Then, without really knowing why she was doing it, she kissed away the tears.
And when Erica raised her mouth slightly, everything seemed so warm and natural that they were deep into the kiss before either of them knew it. Their lips clung together with aching tenderness. Erica's lips slowly parted and Mona's tongue slipped into her mouth. She felt Erica's tongue curling around her own.
Mona's body sizzled with excitement as their embrace grew tighter, their hands more urgent as they groped far each other's flesh through the fabric of their clothes.
When their lips finally came apart, Mona found her own eyes filling with warm tears.
"You're crying," Erica murmured.
"I know."
"Why are you crying?"
"I don't know."
But this time she shut her eyes with happiness when Erica's mouth found hers again. Now they kissed with more freedom, more heat, more urgency. When the kiss broke off, they were gasping. They gazed at each other, their eyes burning, both of them thrilled and nervous.
"I... I've never done that," Erica said. "I mean, never kissed a woman."
"Neither have I," Mona whispered.
"I want to do it again."
"I... do, too. But... what if we don't stop?"
"Do you want to stop?" Erica asked shyly.
Mona shook her head. Then she closed her eyes and felt Erica's lips on her neck, dipping down to her throat, crawling up her chin to her mouth again. This time their mouths and tongues were thirsty with passion, their bodies squirming together.
Mona knew that if anything had to be more wrong than her and Steve, it was her and Erica. But her sister-in-law's searching mouth and probing wet tongue drove her nearly wild with excitement.
She slipped one hand into Erica's robe and found her breasts, warm and smooth and spongy against her rubbing palm, the nipples tantalizingly soft and swollen as she cupped them gently. Erica sighed, moaning and licking Mona's lower lip.
"Are we going to fuck?" Erica whispered. "Are we really going to do it?"
Mona withdrew her hand and rapidly began to unbutton Erica's robe. She exposed Erica's firm tits and lowered her mouth to her brown nipple. She flicked it with her tongue, then licked the areola. She sucked Erica's nipple, sucking, sucking gently, sucking the whole large nipple into her mouth and swirling her tongue around it, feeling it become stiff.
She had never had her mouth on a woman's tit before. But strangely enough she felt no shame or guilt. Only a surge of warmth and passion. She cupped Erica's tits, admiring their almost perfect roundness, filling her palms with their warm smoothness.
Erica lay back on the sofa. She was mewling, whimpering, smiling dreamily as Mona's lips and tongue and teeth plucked and pulled at her taut pulsing nipples.
"Ohhnnnnn..." she moaned. "Oh yesssss!"
Hers must be even more sensitive than mine, Mona thought. The way Erica squirmed and moaned excited her. Mona twisted and pinched the thick springy wet nipples. And Erica writhed and died out, her lovely face torn with sweet pleasures.
"Oh Jesus... it's never been so good, never!" Erica cried. She opened her eyes and stared hotly at Mona. "I want to take your clothes off." Her fingers shook with excitement as she tried to unbutton Mona's blouse faster than it could be done.
"Not so fast," Mona half-giggled, flying to help.
"I want it fast," Erica panted.
Mona slipped her blouse off her shoulders and reached behind to unfasten her bra. "But we can have it slow," she whispered. "As slow as we like."
"I want it fast, Mona. Fast, I want you fast, quick, before we change our minds."
"Oh, we won't. We won't. How could we now?" She watched Erica's eyes widen as she slipped the bra straps off her arms and her breasts came into view. She sighed as Erica reached out to touch them.
"Oh Mona, I thought what I did with Steve's friend was the most exciting thing that ever happened to me. But it wasn't. This is! I've never felt anything like this!"
"Oh baby, I haven't either. I never have! Ohh!" She couldn't hold back the moans that came from her throat as Erica lowered her mouth and began softly licking and sucking her sensitive nipples.
Now it was her turn to shut her eyes and lie back, feeling her tits ache and pulse as Erica rubbed and squeezed them. Mona's thick rosy nipples grew tall spiky. Then Erica rolled and plucked and pinched them lovingly. Then she sucked them again, more sharply this time, driving Mona absolutely crazy with sweet pleasure.
Both of them were now gasping, writhing, driven by urgent desires. Mona pulled the panting girl against her, feeling their firm naked breasts mash and squirm together, her own tight nipples still wet with Erica's warm spittle. She kissed and gently bit Erica's long creamy neck, murmuring into her ear.
"I want to fuck YOU, I want to fuck you... ohhhhh, I want to fuck you!"
Erica, almost breathless with lust, slid down Mona's trembling body. She tore at the belt of Mona's miniskirt, then reached behind and unzipped it.
"Ohhh baby," she moaned. "I want all of you, all of you. Quick, I want you quick!"
She peeled Mona's miniskirt and her panties down in one rapid movement.
Now Mona was completely naked, shivering with anticipation. Trying to control the shaking of her body, she watched Erica slip out of her half-open bathrobe and skim her lace panties down her tawny thighs. Then both of them were moaning with deep emotion as their smooth supple bodies coiled together.
She ran her hands down Erica's long lovely back to her asscheeks, and squeezed them, running her finger up and down the warm crack between them. Gazing into Erica's flushed, passionate face, digging her fingers into the springy round flesh of her quivering ass, Mona realized for the fiest time the full reality of what they were doing.
My God, in a few seconds I'll be sticking my tongue into this beautiful girl's cunt! she thought.
Hot tremors seized her body as she tried to relax, to yield herself to the pleasure of Erica's mouth and hands. Erica's lips descended, kissing Mona's ribs and her flat silken stomach.
"Ohhhnnnn... ohhnnn God!" Mona sighed. "Let's do it on the bed, baby, on the bed. I can't move enough here."
Yet the feel of Erica's insistent hands on her inner thighs, pushing them apart, and Erica's mouth on her panting belly, on her twisting hips, was almost too lovely to bear, and too good to stop. Her pussy was dripping with juice.
But the sofa was too small to hold their trembling, squirming bodies. Mona felt cramped. But Erica was blazing with hot urgency. She slid between Mona's spread thighs, her tiny sharp teeth nibbling the soft secret flesh.
Mona struggled up into a half-sitting position. "On the bed, honey. On the bed!"
"I want you," Erica gasped.
"I want you too. I want to fuck you and suck you. On the bed."
Her eyes pulsing with desire, Erica nodded. "Okay. Hurry."
They went quickly to the bedroom. Erica went to the bed and stripped off the covers. Mona embraced her again, standing at the edge of the bed. They stroked each other and sank slowly dawn onto the cool sheet, coiling together with smoldering sensuality.
"Oh now, nowwwwww," Mona murmured, running her hands all over the trembling smoothness of Erica's curvy body. "Ohhh I love your body, I love it. You're so beautiful. Now we can fuck, now we... oh yes, now!"
Mona wanted to eat Erica's cunt just as much as Erica wanted to eat hers. But before she could squirm around into position, her whole body was convulsed with joy as she felt Erica's mouth passionately kissing her wet crack.
"Ohh God! Ahhhhhh!" Mona cried out.
She wanted to fuck Erica too, but for the moment there was nothing she could do about it. Her own body shuddered and tippled with desire. She was delirious with lust. Erica's tongue searched and probed the wet meat of Mona's burning slit. Mona felt it rasp against her swollen cunt. She writhed and moaned, rotating her quivering pelvis instinctively, thrusting her cunt at Erica's mouth. "Ohnnnn God!" she whimpered, surrendering totally. "Fuck me, eat me! I don't care, do anything to me, honey! Anything you want! It's so goad, it's never been like this!"
She heard the lip-smacking sounds Erica's mouth made as she thirstily gobbled Mona's seething, juicing pit. She felt the girl's fingernails biting into the flesh of her thighs and ass, and it whipped her lust into a fiery whirl.
Her fingers found Erica's bobbing head. She pulled the girl's mouth against her juicy cunt. She clamped Erica's head between her bucking thighs and squeezed, trying to bear the fierce intensity of the sensations that ripped through her quaking body. Erica's tongue stabbed her clasping wet furrow, and Mona rolled helplessly on her back, groaning her sweet torment.
She knew she would come. Any second now she would come. But she didn't want to, she wanted it to go on forever. Obhhh, make it last, make it go on and on!
"Oh Jesus honey... Erica... Oh, Erica! Unhhh! Ahhhggg! Oh! Yes, I'm going... came, come, come -- ohhhhh, I'm going to come... unnnnn!"
And Erica wanted to go on forever too. Rut when she knew Mona was so close, she went for the hard burning berry of Mona's clit, and nearly swallowed it. Mona exploded. She screamed and knew she was dying.
"UNNNNNNNN! OHHHHHH! AIIEEEEE!" she screeched, her body pulverized by hot clenching spasms. Her climax seemed to rip her apart. She lay burning and shuddering and sobbing uncontrollably as it wrenched her with shock after shock.
As the torrents of coming subsided, she found herself staring into the long red wet gash of Erica's pussy, her head filled with the thick musky odors of Erica's overflowing juices. Erica's glistening red cunt blossomed in readiness for her kiss.
She licked the puffy slick cuntlips on each side of the gaping red hole, and Erica's hips suddenly went into quick bucking motions. Her ass wriggled and her thigh muscles flexed as she groaned, digging her frenzied fingers into the rumpled sheet.
"Aauunngghh... unnngg!" she grunted. "Fast! Do it fast. Hard! Do it fast and hard, baby! Oh yessss, like that, agggghbh!"
Erica's splayed pussy was shiny with juice, her cuntlips swollen and engorged with hot blood. Her hips rose and flipped so spastically that Mona could hardly get her mouth on the lovely creaming slit. Still, she pressed her face into it and jabbed her tongue deep into the tangy clasping channel, poking and piercing and tongue-fucking the girl for all she was worth, slurping and gobbling the juicy feast of Erica's sizzling pussy.
Mona had never put her mouth on another woman's cunt before. But everything seemed to come naturally. She dug and rooted in Erica's slimy pussy with her tongue. Moaning and humming with crazy seething hunger, she devoured Erica's shimmering red gash. She licked the wet folds from top to bottom, sucking the swollen cuntlips into her mouth. She sucked the pulsing, flaring cunt until Erica screamed and thrashed wildly, her hips bucking and surging, her body tensing toward orgasm.
"Unnnn... nnuuunnnnn," Erica groaned.
Mona sucked and tongue-raped Erica's tasty pussy, thirstily swallowing the buttery juices. But it was all she could do to hold down the squirming girl. Though small, Erica was strong. Her hips quivered and bucked off the bed. She flung her dripping cunt onto Mona's mouth.
Mona grasped Erica's flexing thighs, trying to hold her steady. She dug her fingers into Erica's clenching asscheeks, and Erica whooped with pleasure.
"Oh God! Oh God yes!" she hissed. "Squeeze me! Squeeze my ass! Squeeze my tits! Aauuunnnnnnn!"
Her strong thighs clamped Mona's head tightly in her wet crotch. She wheezed and pumped, grinding her pussy against Mona's mouth. And Mona slid her hands up to Erica's hard-nippled breasts and squeezed them. She fastened her lips on the swollen nub of Erica's clit, and Erica began to come in great rolling waves.
Mona hung onto her. She buried her tongue in the hot creaming depths of her sister-in-law's pussy, milking Erica's swollen breasts. When it was over, she slid up Erica's moist body and kissed her mouth. Tears of overpowering emotion spilled from Erica's eyes, and Mona kissed them away.
"Mona..." Erica wept softly. "Oh baby! Oh Mona, you know what we've done? We'll never be able to stop now."
"Do you want to stop?"
She licked Erica's earlobe. Then she reached down and gently rubbed the puffy wet cuntlips she had just so eagerly fucked with her mouth.
Erica winced, with pleasure. "Oh no! I never want to stop."
"Is anybody coming over tonight?"
"No."
"Then why don't we go drink another martini," Mona said.
Erica smiled. "Okay."
"And have a bite to eat." Erica nodded.
"And then settle down to a long... slow... all-night fuck. How does that sound?"
She smiled as she felt Erica's cunt moistening again.
Erica bit her lower lip. Her eyes flooded again with renewed desire. "God, I just don't know if I can wait even that long," she said.
Chapter Five
Mona stayed the night. Around midnight the two of them finally fell asleep in each other's arms. Neither she nor Erica could have counted the number of times each had, came Mona had not known it was possible to come so much.
She had never gone through such a tireless marathon of fucking with a man as she went through with Erica. After the first time, they had returned to the living room for another martini.
The music and the gin and the hot forbidden fucking that was in store made Mona feel ecstatic. She got up and started dancing in front of Erica. She swayed before Erica's fascinated gaze.
"You like?" she teased.
"I like," Erica replied in a husky sensual voice. She ran her hands over her body, moaning softly.
Half-hypnotized, Erica got up and began to dance too. She caressed her own body as she danced. They teased one another as their bare excited bodies drew close, then slipped tantalizingly away.
Mona slid two fingers into her wet curd, masturbating slowly as she danced. Erica did the same.
Mona reached out for Erica.
Moaning and panting, they slumped to the rug in the center of the living room floor.
"I want to fuck with you. I'll just never get enough of you, never!" Mona murmured, sliding her lips down Erica's supple body, devouring her sister-in-law's dark nipples.
Erica arched her back, thrusting her tits at Mona's sucking mouth. "Sixty-nine, baby, sixty-nine," she panted. "Both at once, both at once!"
Within seconds they squirmed into position. Erica was flat on her back with Mona crouching over her. Mona pushed her throbbing breasts into the girl's smooth heaving belly, then dipped her tongue into Erica's cunt.
She felt Erica's arms and hands encircling her hips, clasping her ass, drawing her pussy down. Then the girl's hot slithery tongue slid into her own achy slit.
Erica's hungry lips plucked at Mona's swollen clit. Mona writhed and dug her fingers into Erica's clenching asscheeks and buried her mouth in the girl's sopping wet quim. Again, the coming took them quickly by surprise. They groaned and thrashed with bliss, their hot shuddering bodies welded together.
After that they tried to fix something to eat.
"We have to keep up our strength," Mona joked.
Erica took a couple of TV dinners out of the refrigerator and grimaced at them. "Do we really have to?"
Mona smiled. "You think we can keep this up forever?"
Erica blushed. "Yes."
"Oh baby?"
They were suddenly all over each other again, right there in the kitchen. They stroked and sucked and finger-fucked one another insatiably. The TV dinners were ignored as the two naked girls wriggled together on the cold kitchen floor.
But the hard chilly vinyl tile was too much for them.
"Let's take a bath together," Mona said.
"Good idea. This floor is killing me."
In the warm bath Mona lathered Erica's voluptuous body. Erica shut her eyes and smiled with contented pleasure as Mona's hands massaged her soap-slick breasts.
"Have you ever come just from having your titties sucked?" Erica asked dreamily.
"No," Mona whispered.
"I never felt like it either until you were doing it to me a little while ago."
Aroused by Erica's words, Mona began to work on the girl's succulent nipples with her fingers.
"Where? In the kitchen?"
Erica sighed and sniffed, as her nipples grew thick and erect in Mona's fingers.
"In the living room? In the bedroom?"
"Everywhere," Erica breathed.
Mona cupped her hands and spilled warm water on Erica's tits, washing off the soap. Erica's shiny wet body made Mona pant with desire. She kissed Erica's nipples and began sucking softly on one, then the other. "Like this?" she whispered.
"Yessssss! Oh, it feels so good!"
"They're so sensitive." Mona began to suck harder.
"I know. But I never felt this way when a man did it."
Erica's body churned and squirmed in the bathtub. She panted and gasped, clutching the side of the tub with one hand.
"Ohhh! I wish you could suck them both at once," she moaned.
Mona opened her mouth as wide as she could and sucked Erica's tit. She sucked as hard as she could.
"Uunnhhhh!" Erica grunted deliriously. She thrashed so wildly that water sloshed out of the tub onto the floor.
Mona, wondering if Erica really could come this way, turned up the heat. She mauled the girl's nipples brutally with her lips and fingers and teeth.
"Ohh!" Erica whimpered. "I am! Oh baby... now! AANNNNGGGHHHHH!"
More water splashed out on the floor as Erica writhed and moaned through her climax.
"Oh God, baby," she said to Mona as they climbed out of the tub finally and began mopping up the spilled water with towels. "I never knew something like that was possible!"
"Was it good?"
"Jesus. It felt like my titties were exploding."
"I was afraid I might be hurting you."
Erica smiled, toweling off Mona's ass. "It did. It hurt beautifully."
"You'll have to try it on me sometime," Mona said.
Erica stooped and pried apart Mona's moist glowing ass-cheeks. Suddenly she ran her skillful tongue up and down the crack of Mona's ass until Mona was shivering and whimpering.
At the same time Erica thrust two quick fingers into Mona's cunt from the rear. She kept licking her ass-crack, and reaching up with one hand to tweak and scissor Mona's damp excited nipples, while her fingers plunged rapidly up and down in Mona's boiling pussy.
Mona's knees grew so weak that she had to grab a towel-rack to keep from falling. "Oh! Ohhhh!" she gasped.
But she spread her feet and thighs and pressed her cheek against the tiled wall. She gyrated her hips. And within seconds she came standing up, gagging joyously on the sweet sharp sensations that gripped her trembling body.
After the bath, they went back into the bedroom and lay down on the bed. They began a long slow session of fucking and sucking that lasted until well after midnight.
Just when it seemed to Mona that neither of them would ever be able to come again, she would feel Erica's body clench, and feel the hot tremors roll through her as she climaxed. She herself would be surprised by other orgasms ass he lay on her back in a warm smoky haze, feeling Erica's lips curling into the wet tingly folds of her cunt.
In the morning it was the same thing all over again. They each climaxed twice before even getting out of the bed.
"My God, we've got to stop this," Mona sighed. Her body felt deliciously raw and achy. But she knew that if she didn't have to go to work she would stay in Erica's arms all day, lesbian-fucking until her brains melted and she went blind from repeated coming.
"I know, I know," Erica sighed. "I never knew anything like this was possible. I've never felt this way with a man."
Mona got up to dress while Erica made her a cup of coffee.
"I can't believe it," Mona said. "I still want you... I still do!"
"You could... call in sick," Erica said tentatively.
Mona shook her head. "We can't let it get control of us like this."
"No. I guess you're right." Erica went over to her and kissed her mouth. "But you have to promise me something." She slid one hand beneath Mona's skirt, pressing it against the gauzy fabric of Mona's panties, already wet again with pussy-juice.
"Ohhh!" Mona sighed. "What do you want me to promise?"
"We have to do it again. I mean, at first I was scared to death. But now I don't think I could stand it if I never got to fuck with you again."
"I know. I feel that way too. But what about Steve?"
"Screw Steve!" Erica panted into her ear. "Just let me fuck you and fuck you forever. I'll never think about Steve or any other man again."
Erica's single-mindedness made Mona uneasy. It sounded so damned... lesbian.
"I have to go," Mona said. "Oh baby, I have to go. But I'll call you, we'll do it again. Soon. I promise."
Chapter Six
In the following days, Mona began to think over the appalling things she had done. She began to realize more and more that it was totally wrong. She couldn't let herself be tempted to do it again.
For nearly two weeks she went without any sex at all. And during that time she tried to put both Steve and Erica out of her mind. She even tried to put her boyfriend Mel out of her mind too, even though he was obviously hurt by her coolness.
But Mel 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 off 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 be satisfied that I'm telling the truth."
Her roommate Amy was home too, bustling around in the kitchen. Mona didn't want to discuss it in her presence.
"I guess I'll have to," Mel snapped again. "I'm sure not getting satisfied any other way."
"Oh Mel. All you think about is balling. It won't hurt you to take a little rest from it."
"That sounds so easy for you to say. Are you sure you're not getting it somewhere else? If you're going to be so honest..."
"I'm telling you the truth! Are you calling me a liar?"
Amy came into the room, and that made them both twice as nervous and irritable. Amy was a lovely red-haired girl with a taut compact figure and long milk-white legs. She was less outgoing than Mona, and that made it possible for them to get along well. It worked especially well since it turned out that the men who were attracted to Amy usually preferred her type over Mona, and vice versa. But for some time now Mona had been aware that Mel found Amy attractive.
"You two are shouting pretty loud in here," Amy said. "Would you like me to leave or something, so you can kiss and make up?"
"Maybe you and I ought to leave together, Amy," Mel said. "Then Mona can crawl into the refrigerator with all the other ice cubes and finally be happy."
"I don't can," Mona snipped. She acted aloof, but was really sulking and smoldering with jealousy. "Go ahead, I don't care."
"Look, you two. This is idiotic," Amy said. She grabbed her purse and her coat. "I'm going out I have a few thing to do. Ill probably be gone about an how."
With Amy gone, Mona became resigned. If the poor guy wanted to fuck her, let him fuck her. Certainly Mel couldn't help it if Steve and Erica had got into her life and screwed up 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. It had been a while.
She suddenly found herself thinking of his cock. During the past two weeks she had been mostly thinking about her amazing lesbian adventure with Erica. It wasn't pleasant to think you might really be a lesbian at heart. Now, as she found herself thinking about Mel'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 kissed him.
He dug his fingers into her ass through her skirt. "I don't know what's going on with you, baby."
"Oh, do you have to?" Mona replied, quickly unzipping his fly and feel in the thick gristly stalk of his prick.
"I don't have to, but I'd like to," he panted.
"What else would you like to do?"
She dipped both hands under the elastic band of his briefs and dug deep, fondling his big soft balls, gently stroking the hot pulsing shaft of his cock.
"Never mind. Don't answer that."
She sank to her knees and groped at his belt buckle. In one skillful motion he pulled off her sweater. His eager hands gripped the catch of her bra. But before he could unfasten it, she had stripped his pants and briefs down to his ankles. Her fast hungry mouth was all over his twitching prick.
He gasped. "Right here?"
"Right hen."
She pulled him down on the living-room floor and took his fat blood-jumping prick all the way into her mouth until the swollen head nudged the back of her throat. Then she drew her lips slowly up the throbbing stalk, feeling his body wince with pleasure, hearing his delighted groans. She held the shaft firmly with her finger, and licked it and bathed it in warm spit.
"Ohhhhh, I've been mean to you, haven't I, baby? So mean, so mean. But I won't be mean now. Do you want me to drink your come?"
Mel groaned. He was too aroused to speak, his thick prick twitching and pulsing with urgent need.
He still had his shirt on, and his shoes, and his ankles were trapped in the crumpled heap of his pants. That was just what she wanted. She wanted to love-rape him. She wanted to cradle his prick in her hands and lick it and swallow it.
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 clear warm juice that leaked from the purplish head of his cock. "How close are you, baby? Have you been sticking this baby in someone else? Or have you been pulling him off, just waiting for me?"
"Oh, Jesus, Mona!" he groaned. "You're so goad, so good!"
His strong hands held her by the sides of the head now. He drove his raging cock into her throat, making her gag and splutter with delirious joy.
Mona loved it. In the giddy flood of her desire to suck off his big wet twitching prick, she forgot about everything else, about Steve, about Erica. She could feel the juices of her sizzling cunt wetting her panties. Her nipples were already erect inside the cups of her bra.
If only she could voice her thoughts: Oh Mel! Oh Mel, squirt it into me, feed me with it, feed me! Stick it into me everywhere! Keep it hard, please, please make it stay hard! 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 pull it all out of you. Oh yes, oh yes! Are you ready? Have you been saving up a big load just for me to drink? Oh, feed me with it, baby. Feed me!
"Aaowwnngg! Unngg!" Mel wailed. He crammed her mouth with so much jism-bursting cock that she thought he might split her mouth. She went crazy with happiness.
She drank the warm rivers of his come as they poured down her throat, and milked his cock for more with her frantic fingers, and squeezed his balls, and sucked the flaring head of his spurting cock-head. The hot jets pumped into her mouth again and again. He groaned and thrashed, fucking into her throat, wheezing as the last ounce of jism splashed on her waiting tongue.
"Was it worth waiting for?" she asked coyly, licking her lips.
"That was worth anything," he gasped.
"I don't know what came over me."
"I don't either, but I hope it comes over you again."
"I've been feeling so sexy, so horny lately. That's why I was so afraid of it. That's why..."
"You don't have to explain, Mona," Mel said, sitting up and reaching around her back to unfasten her bra.
"No," she said, still coy. She pulled away before he could unclasp it.
"Let's do it on the bed."
"I don't care where we do it, as long as we do it."
"I want you to fuck me in a special way."
She suddenly leaped to her feet and pranced off toward the bedroom.
While sucking Mel's prick, she had realized that it wasn't as long or fat as Steve's. But she hadn't cared. It had been so good in her mouth, that nothing had been more important than its driving, pulsing, and squirting power. Anyway, few men in the world could have a cock as huge as her brother's.
She wanted Mel to fuck her in the same way Steve had, with her ass perched on the edge of the bed and their feet on the floor. She wanted to get the same sensation of being absolutely split open and ripped to pieces by his hammering, driving prick.
In the bedroom, Mel was all over her from behind, getting her bra off. She was already mewling and shivering as he cupped her smooth excited breasts. Her cunt was warm with buttery fluids.
"Oh Mel, you can do anything to me!" she moaned, feeling his fingers tugging her aching nipples.
"I will, I will, baby!" he panted.
He unzipped her skirt and slid his hands under the gauze of her panties to squeeze her ass. She moaned and shuddered. It was going to be like it had been before, she knew it! She wanted to be fucked like that again.
He skimmed her panties off and placed her on her back on the bed. His hands and mouth went to her throbbing, swollen nipples, then down her long sleek belly, down farther, sliding into the wet pit of her crotch. He opened the slick outer lips of her flooding pussy. He kissed her cunt thirstily, stabbing his tongue into her burning slit until she was going mad with flaming need.
Mona was bursting and seething with uncontrollable desire. But she had to make him fuck her in the same way. She had to!
"Ohhh, oh God, Mel! Oh it's so good, yessss!"
She writhed and moaned. She loved every delicious sensation as he licked and sucked her wet pussy.
Suddenly Mel loomed up over her. He pressed her legs back so that her knees nearly touched her shoulders.
Mona could only shiver with excitement as she gazed up into his lust-torn face. Her body was bent almost in half, her heels flailing helplessly in the air above his head. The whole wet glistening flesh of her cunt was splayed open.
She had never been fucked this way. The tops of her thighs mashed into her nipples and crushed down on her breasts. Mel rose, over her and suddenly plunged the shaft of his prick so deep into her slippery channel that she squealed with surprise.
"AAIIEEEEE!" she screamed. "Ohh! Unhh! Oh God yessss! Unh! Unh!"
Her bent body acted like a cunt spring as he rammed his cock fiercely in and out of her cunt. He fucked her so furiously that she thought the bed might break under them. It rocked and shook and creaked. She gasped for breath each time he rose, then felt the air forcibly squeezed out of her lungs as he pierced her again with his cock.
Mel locked his strong arms behind her neck, grunting and ramming her pussy full of his prick. He rose even higher up over her, jumping up and down on her buckled body, digging so deep into her cunt that she thought the head of his surging cock might rip right up into her lungs.
Never before had he fucked her with such grinding passion. He was raping her creaming pussy, reaming it, ripping into it, piercing and skewering her into a torment of bliss with his ravaging thrusts. He fucked into her and she squealed with joy.
Then he lifted his hips and jabbed his cock into her again. Again she squealed. She wanted it to go on forever! Panting and growling with crazy desire, Mel rose out of her and she clenched the muscles of her legs and wiggled her ass in a wild frenzy, pinching the head of his cock with her wet clasping pussy. Then she yielded and moaned as his hard driving body-slammed down into her again, pinning her knees against her shoulders, his fiery prick drilling her hot cunt.
Whooping and gasping for air, she began to come. The hot honey sped and flashed through her, raking her nerves, burning her throbbing flesh, turning her juicing plundered pussy into a sizzling trench of sharp shattering explosions.
"UNNOWWNNNGGG! OOGW UNNGGH! UNNOWWNNNGGG!" she howled as the spasms tore through her flayed writhing flesh.
She was being drilled, not fucked. He was fucking her, fucking her, fucking her! His cock was a huge iron tool that riveted her squirming ass to the bed. She gasped for breath, and tore at his shoulders with her nails, gagging with each hot bunt of fuck-joy that raced through her helpless shuddering body.
Suddenly the fierce hot iron drill of his prick began to erupt too. "Ungggunnggghh! Agggh!" he grunted, splitting her cunt with savage jerking thrusts. The hot thick jets of his jism spewed into her squish pussy.
Gasping, sighing, trembling with fatigue, they finally came to rest Mona was still pinned and bent double under him, his twitching prick still sunk deep inside her tingling cunt. She held his head in her quivering hands.
"Mel!" she gasped, kissing him passionately. "Why didn't you ever do that to me before?" In the back of her mind she was thinking that if he'd only fucked her that way a long time ago she might never have gotten involved in fucking her own brother.
He withdrew his sagging cock from her dripping pussy and climbed off her. "Live and learn," he grinned.
She embraced him, stroking his shoulders where her fingernails had torn the skin. "I thought your prick was going all the way through me and out the other side," she said.
"Did I hurt you?"
"Not at all, not at all. I loved it! I have half a mind to hold out on you again, just so I can get you to rape me that way every time."
"Every time? Jesus, we'll kill each other."
She coiled around him, feeling kittenish, and nuzzled his neck with her warm lips. "Ummm, but what a lovely way to go."
Chapter Seven
But actually Mona was a little worried. Her body seemed to have reached a new level of sexual pleasure. The intense fuck with Mel convinced her that it wasn't only the hot shame and guilt of going to bed with Steve and Erica that had made the pleasure of it so excruciating. She had always enjoyed sex. But after she had let her brother fuck her, everything had changed.
Never before had she undergone such wild, wanton orgasms. She wanted to be fucked all the time. It was a hot, throbbing, aching need in her.
She tried to control the urge. She vowed to fuck with Mel only twice a week. During the intervals she tried to keep busy, working, cleaning house, swimming. But whenever Amy was gone from the apartment, Mona would lie down on the sofa or the bed and quickly finger-fuck herself into hot gasping tremors of coming.
Her cunt always seemed so juicy and ready. Her clit was so swollen and tender that she never failed to come the moment she plunged her hand into her tingling wet crack. She didn't know what was happening to her but she couldn't help it.
Her sexual cravings were made even worse by the fact that she hadn't heard from Steve or Erica for almost a month. Could they have gotten back together? She knew she should hope they had, but she didn't. She wanted them apart. She wanted to go to bed with each of them again.
Then one day as she was eating her lunch at work, trying not to think about Steve or Erica, she became ill. Her nerves were shot, her stomach tied in knots. She could think of nothing but Steve, Erica, shuddering through climaxes in their arms. Her boss kindly let her have the remainder of the day off.
She was still trembling from her tightly-wound nerves as she climbed the stairs to her apartment. Her panties were wet and clammy with her cunt-juices, but that was okay. Inside she would call Erica and she hoped and prayed that Erica, sweet Erica would be... would be.
Her head swam so fast with giddy anticipation that she was not prepared for what happened when she unlocked the door of her apartment. The chain lack was fastened from the inside. The door wouldn't open more than about three inches. That meant Amy was at home.
Suddenly Mona heard a soft moan.
Mona flushed, growing embarrassed. Amy was fucking some man, taking advantage of Mona's absence. Mona knew she should shut the door right then, go away, and come back later. But her fascination was so strong that she couldn't help listening.
"Umnmmm," Amy hummed. "Just my bra? Are you sure? You promise... you won't go any further?"
Mona peered through the open crack in the door. But the two of them were obviously sitting on the sofa, which was around the corner from the door.
"Ohhhh," Amy sighed sensually. "You know, I've never done anything like this. Why am I letting you do this? Does Mona do this with you?"
Mona's curiosity jumped a notch higher. The voice that softly replied to Amy's question was Erica's.
"Didn't you like touching mine? Sucking them like that?" Erica murmured.
"It just took me by surprise. I mean, I was only kind of curious when you first kiss me like that. But when you took off your sweater and... and you weren't even wearing a bra, I just... couldn't help myself. Your tits are so beautiful, so smooth and springy, I just..."
Erica's whispery voice was thick with desire. "Can't I touch yours too? And kiss them?"
"I've never done anything like this before."
"Don't worry. There's nothing wrong with it."
"But there's supposed to be."
"Here, just turn around this way and let me take it off."
"I can take it off for you."
"I want to take it off myself."
"Ohhhh..."
"You're shivering. Ummmmm, your skin tastes so good. Then, there we go."
Now there, was silence. Then came hard breathing, then Amy's soft sighing and moaning. "Ohhnnn, oh God! It feels so good!"
Mona's hand trembled on the doorknob. Her face was hot and flushed, her blood pounding. She could hear Erica's husky humming and the soft wet sounds her lips made as she sucked Amy's nipples. And Amy's excited whimpering nearly drove Mona crazy!
Mona was paralyzed by curiosity, envy, even jealousy. She and Amy had shared an apartment for a year, but they had never seen each other naked. Still, Mona knew that Amy had a beautiful figure. She had long creamy white legs, a small waist, full high breasts. Erica had her mouth on them right now, drawing gasps of pleasure from Amy.
Mona wanted to burst in and tear them apart, Erica was hers! She hated Amy for getting what she herself wanted. She even hated Erica for giving it to Amy instead of to her. But she couldn't stop listening. She knew they wouldn't be able to stop.
She wanted to hear them fuck.
"Ohhhh baby," Erica sighed. "Your nipples taste so good. They're so big and thick. I want to swallow them!"
Amy's breath hissed. "You're making me want to come! We've got to stop this. Ohhhh, we have to stop!"
"Noooo... noooo... how could we stop? Don't you like me to suck you like this? And lick you here?"
"Unnnnhhhh, oh God! Yess, I love it!"
"Oh good. And what about this? How does that fell?"
Amy gasped sharply. "Oh! Oh! Oh!"
Mona raised her fist to her mouth and bit into it. What were they doing? What was Erica doing to her?
"And this? And this?" Erica murmured playfully.
"Oh God... oh God, I'm going to explode," Amy whimpered.
"Relax... just relax, lay back, that's right. I only want to love you, Amy, I only want to make love to you."
"You... you promised," Amy gasped. "Your stomach is so white and smooth. I'm only kissing your stomach. Don't you like the feel of my mouth on it?"
"Oh yesss! But you promised. No further. Please, Erica!"
"Don't worry, Amy. I'm not going to do anything you don't want. I promise."
"Oh please, please!" Amy was panting, moaning softly.
"Why don't you touch my body?" Erica said. "Here, let me take these off."
Mona heard sounds of Erica shedding her skin and panties.
"There," Erica breathed, her voice quivering with anticipation. "Why don't you put your mouth all over my body, Amy? Please. Anywhere you want."
"Oh Erica, you're so beautiful!"
"You can do you want to me."
"I... don't know what to do."
"Touch me," Erica beckoned softly. "Touch me here. And here."
"Ohhhhh, you're so warm! So beautifully smooth and warm!"
"Here, put your hands on my ass. Squeeze me like that, oh! Yes, like that! Squeeze them hard!"
"I want to put my mouth on them," Amy whispered shyly. "On your asscheeks. I want to kiss them."
"Do it. Oh please! Do it, baby!"
Mona had to cling to the door. Her breath was wheezing. Her crotch was a mess of juice. She knew that Amy was kissing and kneading Erica's ass, licking and nibbling them. And the sensations were driving Erica wild with delight.
"Ohhhh baby, Erica, you're so wet, your... cunt..."
"My cunt, yesssss my cunt..."
Amy spoke the word as if it were a forbidden and exciting thing to say. "...your cunt, it's so wet. It's so puffy and shiny."
Erica moaned, almost pleading, her voice racked with lust. "Kiss it, baby! Kiss my cunt! Please kiss it."
"Ohhh! I can't, I just can't!"
Erica changed her tack. She was patient, the way Mona knew you would have to be with Amy at a moment like this. Erica had worked the girl into such a pitch of feverish excitement that there was no way she could lose her now.
"Here, here," Erica soothed her. "Let me turn around and hold you again like this, and kiss you. Isn't that good? Feel my titties against yours. Put your hands on my ass again. Oh, that's right, like that, and squeeze them and rub them. Oh Amy, you make me feel so good!"
"Erica," Amy gasped. "I really wanted to. I really wanted to kiss your cunt, but I..."
"Don't worry about it. There's nothing to worry about, nothing. Don't you like the feel of our bodies rubbing together like this?"
"I love it. I just love it!"
"But don't you think it would feel even better if you took off your jeans so I could feel your bare legs? You could leave your panties on."
"You're just trying to get into my pants," Amy whispered playfully.
For a moment there was a very solemn pause. Mona didn't know what was happening.
Finally Erica murmured, deadly serious now, her voice thick with passion. "Honey, I want to eat your cunt."
"And I want you to," Amy replied softly. "I've never felt like this before."
There was another pause. Then Mona could hear Amy whimpering softly as Erica slowly unzipped her jeans and peeled them off.
"Your panties are so wet," Erica whispered. "I... I'm so close!" Amy moaned. "You just don't know how close I am. Ever since you first touched me I've felt like coming."
"Oh, baby. Here, let's get these off your ankles. I'm going to put my mouth all over your legs. Oh yessss! Such beautiful long legs. I'm going to make you come. You'll love it."
Now all Mona could hear was the passionate squirming of their bodies on the sofa. She heard Amy's soft panting, her uncontrollable whimpers. And she knew that Erica was wildly slurping and tongue-jabbing Amy's creaming cunt, bringing the feverishly gasping girl higher toward her climax.
Mona had never seen Amy naked. But somehow she could picture her roommate lying on her back, writhing ecstatically, her tits heaving, as Erica crouched between her thighs, licking her wet blossoming pussy.
Mona shut her eyes, trying to control her breathing instinctively her hand went under her skirt. She wriggled two fingers under the elastic band of her panties and thrust them up her cunt.
Amy moaned, her voice keening with an animalistic urgency that drove Mona wild. Images flashed in her spinning brain of Amy's clenching thighs and creamy ass.
Amy was coming. She moaned hot helpless sounds. "Ohh! Oh Jesus, now! NOWWWW! AAOWNNGGG! AAHHNNNNN!"
"Ohhh!" Mona sighed, quickly coming herself, staggering against the door and biting her tongue, lying not to cry out so noisily. "Annggghh!"
But the girls inside were so absorbed that they didn't notice Mona's sobs. Both of them were still gasping and moaning as Amy began to fuck Erica in return.
But Mona suddenly realized that in the heat of her orgasm, right there in the hallway, anyone could have seen her. Quickly she pulled her hand out of her crotch and straightened her clothes.
She shut the door, pulled out her key, and ran down the stairs to the street. On the sunny sidewalk she suddenly felt empty and sad, as well as embarrassed. They had each other, but who did she have?
Chapter Eight
She found out late that night, after she finally got up the nerve to go home. The apartment was dark, and Amy was already asleep in her own room. Quietly Mona went into her room, undressed, and got into bed. She tried to ignore the heat in her body as she lay there remembering what she had overheard earlier in the day.
After all, the whole thing had happened only a few feet away from her, on the sofa in the other room. Erica had fucked bet and Amy had fucked Erica.
Mona was drenched in her own self-pity that she barely noticed what was happening until she felt the smooth searching hands on her breasts and belly and realized that Amy was there beside her.
Amy got under the coven with her and they kissed without speaking their naked bodies melting together.
"Oh Amy, Amy!" Mona gasped softly when their lips parted. "Fuck me, fuck me..."
Those were the last words that went spoken. For the next two hours they lay in each other's arms, fucking more tenderly and lovingly than Mona had ever thought possible, moaning and whimpering through counties orgasms.
About three a.m., both of them exhausted, they whispered in the dark.
"Erica told me," Amy murmured. "She said she heard you outside the door. But she didn't what to share me. Not my first time, anyway. And she was afraid if you came in, I might get scared and stop."
"She... told you?" Mona said.
"About you and her. About how you were just sort of doing it before you realized it. I didn't understand at first, but I do now."
"You do?"
"I had to make her leave. She didn't want to go. She was jealous. She thought that when you came home I'd make it with you."
Mona giggled. "Little did she bow."
Amy giggled too. "About an hour after she left, I starting thinking about you. I didn't think you'd ever get home. I was dying to fuck with you."
"Just think," Mona whispered. "We've been living together all this time not even knowing how we could be doing this."
"But she's very jealous," Amy said. "She knows we can hardly help but fuck, either now or later."
They both agreed that Erica was a problem. They both knew they weren't truly lesbians, at least not completely. True, they fucked each other two or three times a week. But they also had their men. They were not possessive or jealous. But it was different with Erica.
"She just keeps calling me," Amy said one night when she was in bed with Mona. "All the time. She even called me at work today. Begging me. She was almost hysterical."
"I know," Mona nodded. "I know. Site does the same thing to ate."
"I gum I can't blame her. She never expected anything like this would happen."
"Neither did we. But if she hadn't come over here and seduced you, it never would have."
Amy smiled. "I know. I guess we have to thank her for that."
Mona stroked Amy's full white breast, pulling the wide red nipple with her fingers, tugging it softly with her lips. "I know I do," she murmured. "It's so good to do it with you."
Amy settled onto her back, closing her eyes and enjoying the feel of Mona's wet lips on her breasts. She talked in a low dreamy voice as Mona sucked her.
"She scares me," she said. "She keeps telling me how she can fuck me better than any man, how we don't need men when we've got each other. She says the thought of you and me fucking drives her crazy with jealousy. She acts like a real lesbian or something."
Mona squeezed Amy's beautiful firm tits and asked, "What's a lesbian?"
Amy laughed. "I mean she's different than we are about it."
"I know what you mean," Mona whispered. She slid her hand down Amy's smooth belly to her warm cunt and began skillfully finger-fucking her. "I know what you mean," she repeated. She licked and tongued Amy's engorged nipples and began slowly, patiently fucking her beautiful roommate again, trying to forget about Erica.
Chapter Nine
Actually it was a bigger problem than either of them wanted to fair. Mona knew she was jealous that Amy would go to bed again with Erica. And she knew Amy felt the same about her.
Worn than this was her fear -- shared by Amy -- that Erica was going over the deep end when it came to girl-sex. Now that she was less worried about her own tendencies, Mona began to worry about Erica's instead.
There was a hard desperate edge of conviction in Erica's voice when she spoke to Mona about how a man could never satisfy her the way she had done. She feared her sister-in-law was trying to convince herself and everybody else that lesbianism was their true nature.
Mona knew it wasn't her true nature, because the mere thought of Steve made her cunt get juicy and hot.
Yet, Mona's feelings were confused. She knew she wanted to go to bed again with each of them. But it was all so damned complicated. She hadn't even heard from Steve for weeks. She also had a feeling she must help Erica to overcome this apparent conviction that she was a lesbian. And the beat way to do that was to get her brother and sister-in-law back together. With that accomplished, she could arrange to fuck with each of them now and then. Perhaps in time all three of them.
But she didn't know how to go about reconciling them. She didn't even know where Steve was.
Finally, when she was at her wit's end, he phoned her one evening and asked if he could come over. Her body ran with tire at the very sound of his voice.
Amy, understanding as ever, agreed to go out to a movie for the evening.
While waiting for Steve to show up, she put on all sorts of clothes that would make her as unattractive as possible. She put on a bra, some panties, then a very tight body-stocking over them. Then she put on a shapeless housecoat that she usually wore only when she was ill.
But when she answered the door, Steve's eyes burned into her so hotly that somehow it didn't even seem to matter what she was wearing. She invited him in and poured two glasses of wine. They sat sedately across from each other, with a coffee table between them, not really knowing what to say.
"I... thought I'd hear from you sooner," Mona said. Then she hated herself for sounding coy and flirtatious.
Steve nodded and sipped his wine. "I almost called you a thousand times, Mona. But each time I stopped because I thought you'd probably refuse me. I guess I thought you'd feel the way I did."
"How was that?"
"I wanted you. I still want you. I haven't been able to get you out of my mind."
"But you haven't gone all this time without other women, have you?"
He shook his head, grinning. "No," he said. "As a matter of fact, I've been going through a whole line of them. Just trying to find one that would make me forget you."
"And Erica?"
"I haven't seen her since I first saw you."
"Look, Steve," Mona said. "I know how you feel. I've been feeling that way too. But we can't let it get the best of us. You know as well sis to that it's wrong. That's why we kept away from each other as long as we did. It's not normal. Well feel guiltier and guiltier. I want you. Ohhhh, I do want you! But I've decided that I can't do that any more. It started a whole bunch of things that are really confusing me, and I think the only way to stop them is to try and be healthy. Normal. You know what I mean?"
"What things?" Steve asked, faintly jealous.
"Never mind what things." She didn't dare tell him. "Look, for one thing, I'm worried about Erica. She's acting a little strange. I know she hurt you, but surely you've hurt her enough in return by now. Why don't you two..."
"You've been talking to her?"
"I... saw her a few times. I think she needs you very much."
Steve glared at Mona. "I don't want her," he said. "I want you."
Mona shook her head and looked down at the floor. It was hard to keep the yearning desires of her own body under control.
"You can't have me," she whispered, trying to mean it. "Not any more. I think you should go back to your wife. We had something good. We can always remember it..."
Still staring at the floor, her eyes half-filled with tears, she didn't see him rise from his chair. But she felt him coming around the coffee table, felt his arms encircling her shoulders, his mouth pressing down into hers.
She kissed him back and parted her lips to his tongue. Her body dissolved into pliant undulations as his hands dug into her flesh through the fabric of her ugly clothes.
She pulled away from him, sobbing softly now. "We can't, Steve, we can't!" she cried. "I told you that."
But Steve clasped her face again in his rough palms and bruised her swollen lips with his mouth. His hands slid down her body a he kissed her. He clawed her responsive flesh through the housecoat.
Mona began to whimper and writhe, feeling the huge gristly lump of his cock against her thigh as she squirmed.
"Mona, oh Mona," he growled, kissing her neck, her throat, digging his finger into her springy tits through her bra. "I haven't been able to think of anything but you! You know it's been the same for you, you know it!"
"I know... ohhhhh, I know, I know!" she sobbed. "But I can't! We can't!"
Wriggling out of his strong embrace, she jumped to her feet. Tears spilled down her checks. "You have to go back to her, Steve. Maybe when you get back together with her... then... then we can..."
It sounded so strange to her, this proposal she was making that for a moment she thought she might be almost crazy. But maybe it would work. Afterward, she said to herself. Afterward we can fuck to our hearts' content. Already he was standing, coming toward her.
"You mean once I get back together with her, then I can have you?" Steve said, incredulous.
"Why not?" Mona replied in a meek voice.
Steve reached out and gripped the neckline of her ugly old housecoat. With one violent motion he ripped the whole thing off her. The cloth screamed as it tore. Mona's hot flesh quivered with excitement. Her knees turned to jelly as she anticipated what might happen now.
"Steve... Steve... Steve, no, no," she said, whimpering, backing away from him.
But he wouldn't let her get away. He was on her again, enfolding her in his strong arms, his fingers tearing at the snaps in the crotch of her body-stocking.
"I want you, Mona!" he breathed hoarsely. "I want to fuck you. I've been waiting so long, but I can't help it. I want to fuck you, I've got to fuck you, I've got to!"
"Ohhh!" Mona sighed. She was on the verge of giving in to him; her body needed him. Her cunt was wet and seething. She wanted to feel it filled up by the plunging stalk of his huge prick, the best one that had ever been inside her!
Steve got the body-stocking unsnapped and he pulled it up to her midriff. His hands moved hungrily over her smooth belly. His fingers dipped under the elastic band of her panties, darting down to her wet thatch, finding the aching lips of her throbbing pussy.
Mona hissed with pleasure. "Noooo, oh noooo," she moaned.
Quickly an idea came to her, something that might save them. It was now or never.
Suddenly, surprising him, she swarmed over him, sinking to her knees, tearing at his belt buckle.
"Stew, ohhhh Steve," she panted, groping with his zipper. "Let me suck you? Ohhhh, let me suck you and blow you. I want you to fuck me in the mouth. I never got to take it in my mouth last time. Let me this time, please? Oh please! Let me suck you!"
Steve was taken by surprise. She had been resisting him, and now shw was nearly devouring his crotch. She tugged at his pants, trying to free his aching cock, panting and whimpering with amazing urgency as her hands tore at his clothing. She pulled him down beside her on the floor, yanking his pants and shorts down to his ankles, running her wet lips all over his hot prick.
"Ohhh Steve! Ohhhh baby," she moaned. "It's so beautiful! Your cock's so big and beautiful! I want to eat it! I want to swallow it!"
Mona held her brother's massive cock in one hand and licked it up and down. Then with a thick sob of lust and joy, she closed her thirsty mouth over the flaring purplish head of it and sucked him eagerly, giddy with the expectation of swallowing the hot jets of his orgasm.
Steve was shocked and surprised by her sudden voracious appetite for his cock. But he wasn't going to deny the pleasures she was offering, not when she began gobbling and stroking and sucking his throbbing prick like a mad woman. He lay back on the floor, digging his fingers into her hair and panting softly as he felt the juices rise.
Mona was wildly, screamingly in need of a climax herself. But the joy of this huge bursting cock in her mouth drove everything else out of her mind. She knew it would work. She would get Steve's racks off for him so beautifully that he would then be more agreeable to her plan.
So she sucked hard on his wet enormous prick. She drooled warm spittle on his pulsing silky cock, stabbing it with her tongue, then sucking it nearly down her throat, hearing him groan with pleasure.
Suddenly, without warning Steve jammed his cock into her throat with such power that she coughed and choked. She had been sucking his cock, but now he was fiercely fucking her in the throat. And she gagged deliriously and let him do it, feeling the warm milky rockets of his jism erupt deep in her mouth. His prick squirted and spurted into her throat, and she gulped down the thick gobs wantonly, sucking for more, gurgling and humming happily.
When it was over, Steve slumped back exhausted. Mona licked his gooey jism from her lips and caressed his limp cock, still burning with lust herself but determined not to give in to it. She was crawling with the need to have him fuck her, but she tried to control her trembling body. It was a selfish, perverted lust she felt, and she knew it would only bring them all more trouble. Maybe after he got back together with Erica, maybe then.
She pulled her rumpled body-stocking down over her panties again and mapped it tight then she kissed her brother.
"You see what I mean, don't you, baby? If we go on this way it's just too dangerous. Sooner or later one of us will have to end it. But if you're with Erica, then once in a while..."
Steve nodded. He was still pinning from the incredible satisfaction she had given him. "I suppose you're right," he said. "But I'm still puzzled about why you're so interested in Erica's well-being."
"I... think she needs you a lot more than she could ever say."
"What about you?"
"I need you, too, but you're my brother. Believe me, baby, it's almost too frightening."
Steve nodded again. "Maybe you're right. I guess I should give her a call."
Suddenly Mona felt the strange jealousy again. "She's very lovely. Promise you won't enjoy fucking her so much that you never come back to me just once in a while?"
Steve pulled her down on top of him and kissed her roughly. She could feel his massive prick throbbing to life again, pressed against the naked flesh of her thigh. "Never a chance of that," he groaned, digging his fingers into her ass.
She knew she had to get rid of him right now before she surrendered completely. Her juicy cunt was a seething pit of need. She struggled out of his grasp and shook her head. "Not until afterward," she said, smiling.
Steve stood up glumly and pulled up his pants. "I guess that gives me an extra reason to get started on this quickly, eh?" he grinned.
She nodded and kissed him goodbye at the door. But as soon as she shut the door behind him, she went to her bedroom. Quickly she slipped out of the body-stocking and her underwear. She couldn't even wait for Amy to come home.
She lay on the bed and began massaging the warm slimy lips of her cunt. Her fingers rubbed her swollen, aching cunt rapidly, urgently. And within seconds she was thrashing about and biting back her ecstatic screams, lashed by molten shockwaves of coming. She jabbed her fingers in and out of her pussy, coming again and again, relieving the pressure in her body.
But all the time she was wishing she had let him fuck her.
Chapter Ten
The following day Steve phoned Mona at work.
"She says she doesn't want to see me," he said. "She never wants to see me again, she said. She doesn't need me."
Mona had thought something like this would happen. "Look, Steve," she said, "it's natural for her to act a little snippy about it like that. She hasn't seen you for a month and a half. She's probably hurt and guilty and sorry and all sorts of things, and she doesn't know how to tell you."
"She didn't sound very confused to me," Steve said.
"Believe me, she is. She is."
Mona realized that Erica was taking this lesbian stuff very seriously. But then, that had been one of the main reasons behind her scheme to get them back together. For how could Erica, after a good ripping reunion fuck by Steve, ever again deceive herself that she was only hungry for cunts and not pricks?
"Look, Steve," she said. "Let's try it this way. Tonight after work I'll drop by there and kind of soften her up, have a talk with her. I'll try to get her in a good mood. Maybe I'll get her to talk about you. Then you just drop by yourself about twenty minutes later, and we'll see what happens."
"I don't know what makes you think it'll work," Steve said.
"I know how much she needs you," Mona repeated.
Mona realized the truth of her words even more when she got to Erica's house that evening after work. Her sister-in-law answered the door slightly tipsy and completely nude. Not only that, but when Mona glanced past Erica into the living room, she glimpsed another naked girl-raven-haired, dark-skinned-struggling hurriedly into her clothes, which were scattered on the floor.
"Mona, what a surprise!" Erica giggled.
As usual, it was very hard for Mona to take her eyes off Erica's stunning naked body. For that matter, she was mesmerized by the sight of the other girl too. But she quickly regained control.
"Erica! What are you doing!"
"Just having a little party!" Erica smiled. "Come on in, join the party. How about a martooni? I've already had tee martoonies myself."
"Close the door! Everyone in the neighborhood's going to see you!" Quickly Mona pushed past her and shut the door behind her. "Who the hell is that?" She nodded at the other girl, who had dressed with such embarrassed speed that she was nearly finished.
"That's Maria. Would you like to meet Maria?" Erica leaned close and whispered in Mona's ear, her breath hot and smoky with gin and sex. "She's really good in bed. But not as good as you, of course. She bites and scratches. It's wild."
"Get her out of here!" Mona hissed under her breath.
In spite of herself, Mona felt her heart thumping, her cunt moistening. She knew that a part of her now regretted that Steve would be arriving soon. The thought of another girl-fuck, this time including this lovely dark Maria, made her head reel and her blood gush.
Erica, however, misinterpreted her. "Oh, are you jealous, Mona?" she said, obviously delighted. "You want me all to yourself?"
"I want to talk to you about something," Mona said. "Please put some clothes on and get that girl out of here."
"Shhhhh!" Erica bent close to Mona's ear, hushing her. "You might hurt Maria's feelings. This is only our second time, and believe me I need her. You've got Amy, you know. And now that you two have gotten so thick that you don't need me any more, I just..."
"Erica, Erica, calm down. Please calm down." Mona stroked her cheek, trying to soothe her sister-in-law.
Maria stood behind them, glancing nervously at the front door, her escape. Mona saw that she was lovely. Her dark eyes flashed with dazzling fires, and she had a full-lipped sensual mouth that was so incredibly succulent that Mona felt her cunt flushing again with juice. But she pulled Erica aside and stepped away herself, clearing the way to the door.
"Maria, this is Mona," Erica said, her voice quavering, shy.
"Hello, Maria," Mona said. She knew her eyes were saying: I want to fuck you too. I really do, and you can bite and scratch me, too, all you want. But right now we can't, sorry, sorry...
"Hi," Maria said in a voice trembling with fear and shame. Quickly she went to the door and slipped outside, pulling it shut.
Now Mona and Erica were alone. "Put something on," Mona said, trying to keep her eyes off the lovely body that had given her such pleasure.
But Erica resisted. She cupped her full tits in her hands, raising them, offering them to Mona, squeezing the ripe firm gloves so that her long dark nipples flared and swelled.
"You mean you don't want me?" Erica said coyly. "I can't believe that, Mona. I can't believe you don't want to fuck me. Look at me, why won't you look at me? You can't just come here and chase Maria away and then refuse to take her place. Come in here and let me give you a drink." She went into the living room, her long smooth back and her round delectable ass beckoning Mona. Her voice deepened and grew huskier. "Sit here and have a drink, and while you're drinking it I'll just sit here on the floor between your legs and suck your cunt softly until you come. How does that sound?"
Mona was gripped by a sharp tremor of desire. What Erica proposed sounded absolutely great to her. It was all she could do to overcome the urge to give in. "Put something on, Erica. Please."
Erica turned her face to Mona, smirking flirtatiously. "Oh, I get it," she grinned. "You want to have the fun of taking it off me, right? I mean, we can sit here and have a drink, and then sort of peel each other, right?"
"I don't think you need another drink."
"I'll put an my peignoir, how's that?"
Mona had to go along with her. Any way she could get Erica to cover her nakedness would have to do. She sat in a chair and drank half the martini Erica had poured for her in one gulp, something to steady her nerves.
Erica went to the bedroom and returned moments later wearing a sheer peach-colored peignoir that, if anything, made her even more desirable than she had been when naked. The filmy transparent fabric clung to the curves of her body and concealed the dark circles of her plump nipples just enough to make them more tempting than ever.
But at least she had on some clothing. She sat on the sofa across from Mona, stretching out her long sleek legs.
Mona pitted her teeth briefly. "Erica, Steve called me," she said.
"He called me too," Erica said. "Dig so what?"
"He wants to get back with you. But he said you wouldn't even listen to him!"
"That's right."
"Why not?"
"Because I don't need him and I don't want him. I almost told him that over the phone, only I thought it might hurt his feelings. He's very proud of himself because he has such a big cock, you know. I suppose I shouldn't be telling you that, since you're his sister and all that. But anyway it's true. That's one of the reasons I let his friend fuck me. Just to teach him a lesson. You've got to have more than a big dong to be a good lover. You've got to really care about the other person. I guess that's why I've come to like women so much better than men. They understand, they care. You know that, you must feel the same way."
"No. I don't."
"You like fucking with me, and with Amy. You can't, deny that. I saw the way you were looking at Maria too. You wanted to fuck her. You love it, you don't have to lie to me."
"But I love fucking with... Mel, too," Mona said.
"Oh sure, but it's never as good as..."
"Yes, it is," Mona interrupted. "Look, Erica, didn't you ever stop to think that if you had Steve, you could still have Maria too, or me, once in a while?" The Grand Scheme again. Mona wasn't altogether sure it was true, but she had to keep trying it out anyway, testing it to see if it sounded any better.
"That's sick," Erica giggled.
Mona couldn't help laughing. "Well, the whole thing is sick, I guess."
Erica put her empty martini glass down decisively on the table, "Good," she said. "If it's all sick, then we might as well not worry about it any more. Come into the bedroom with me and let me rape you slow and good."
Mona shook her head and saw Erica frown with puzzlement. But at that moment the doorbell rang.
"Shit!" Erica snapped. "Who the hell is that?"
"I don't know," Mona said. "But you better put something on over that sexy nighty before you answer it."
"Shit on them, I don't care," Erica said. She half-stumbled toward the door. She opened it and saw her husband. "Well I'll be damned, if it isn't my own runaway hubby. Hello, runaway hubby. Did you come back to get the rest of your socks?"
Steve glanced over his wife's shoulder at Mona, who shrugged. "Can I come in?"
Erica stepped aside. "It's part your house too, isn't it?"
Steve came into the living room, looking very uncertain and nervous. Erica followed, half lurching under the influence of too many martinis. But strangely enough, her graceless stumbling only enhanced the amazing beauty of her body beneath the filmy peignoir. Her full tits swayed from side to side, and the gauzy cloth slithered over her high asscheeks and swished around her golden thighs.
"Here," Erica bubbled. "Let me pour you a drink, long lost hubby. Oh silly me, I'm too drunk to do it. Mona, why don't you pour big brother a drink, okay?"
"Okay." Mona poured Steve a martini.
Erica seemed to be the only one who wasn't embarrassed. Instead she was brash, bubbly, drunk enough to think she could say things and get away with them. She flaunted her tantalizing half nakedness at both of them.
"God, Steve," she said. "You're staring at me with rape in your eye. Don't tell me you haven't fucked another woman, hundreds of women, in all this time."
Steve shrugged.
"I think... I'd better go now," Mona said. She put down her empty martini glass and stood up.
"No, don't go," Erica said. "Don't leave big brother and me alone."
Suddenly Erica got up from the sofa and fluttered over to Steve. She kissed him full on the lips, hard and passionately. Steve was very surprised, but he kissed her back warmly. Instinctively his hands rose and clasped her dangling breasts through the filmy peignoir.
Erica broke off the kiss and leaned back out of his reach. "See what he wants to do? Your big brother wants to fuck me. He probably even wants to kill me, rape me to death or something. Wouldn't that make you jealous?" She looked at Mona, her eyes flickering with clever spite.
Mona stared at her, flabbergasted. I've got to get out of here quick, she thought. She's going to say something that'll ruin everything for all of us. Both of them were staring at her now.
"No, I'm going," she said, but at the same time she knew she was aroused and excited, and she didn't want to leave at all. She waited to say and see what happened.
Chapter Eleven
Mona didn't have long to wait. Before she could even turn and walk to the front door, Erica had slumped to her knees on the floor between Steve's legs and was clawing at his belt buckle.
"Mona's been telling me I ought to be more interested in pricks," she muttered half-crazily. "And I was telling her what a big cock you have. That's why I called you big brother, get it? Here, let me take your prick out where she can see it..."
Mona was paralyzed, string, unable to move. She was both appalled and excited by Erica's unpredictable wildness. Steve was obviously stunned too. He grabbed Erica by the shoulders and shook her.
"What the hell are you doing?" he shouted.
Erica smiled kittenishly. Her hands were on his crotch and she squeezed his prick. Steve winced with pleasure in spite of his shock and anger.
"What does it look like I'm doing?" she purred. She unzipped his fly, tugged his pants down, and slipped her fingers rapidly under the elastic of his shorts, grasping his bulging cock.
"I... I'm going now," Mona panted desperately. But she was still unable to move, unable to stop looking.
"Oh don't go, don't go," Erica laughed.
Before Steve could prevent it, Erica scooped his long ropey-veined prick out, kissing and licking the thick pulsing tube of flash. It swelled and lengthened in her hands, and began to jump and rise.
Fascinated, Mona stared at his cock from across the room, watching Erica playfully squaw and pump it, then close her sensual mouth over the head of it and give Steve a sharp passionate suck. Again Steve winced, gasping with pleasure.
"Come over here and see it, Mona dear," Erica chattered on, stoking Steve's magnificent erect cock. "You're the one who likes pricks so much, so come here and see this one. It's a beauty, I have to admit that. Yummmmm, yummmmm, it's a beauty." Erica swallowed the flaring purplish head of his rigid cock again, rotating her mouth on it.
Steve had been as shocked as Mona at first. But now he seemed to be willing to let events take their course. Little could happen that was more bizarre than what had already happened. And, while Erica sucked and toyed with his huge stiff cock, he glowered hotly at Mona, challenging her, inviting her, daring her.
Mona was rooted to the spot. Her body trembled and surged with strange hot desires. She began to move slowly toward them, as if drawn by the mysterious hypnotic power of Steve's murky gaze and the spectacle of Erica devouring his throbbing prick. His prick was wet and glistening and ridged with bulging veins, thick and long. She remembered having it in her mouth just yesterday, and gulping down the cum that had burst from its head.
And Erica now was no longer playfully pretending to enjoy it. She was really enjoying it, diving on his cock, gobbling it, squeezing the fat stiff shaft. She glanced up at Mona, who was now standing over her.
"See, see," she whooped, breathless, half-mocking and half-delirious with passion. "See big brother's prick, isn't it big, like I said? Do you want to kiss it and suck it too? Here, get down beside me and we'll both kiss it together. Won't you like that, Steve? Or better yet, why don't you fuck her. Why don't we both fuck her together? Oh Mona baby, let us do that! Please! Let us both fuck you!"
Mona's mouth was dry. Her cunt gushed with juice. She could do nothing but stand there over them and stare, helpless, quivering with shame and desire. Everything had gone completely crazy. But she couldn't flee, as she knew she ought to. Something held her theft.
Steve grasped his wife's peignoir at the back of her neck. He ripped it in two. The tear in the cloth opened down her naked back, and the gauzy gown fell in soft rage around her arms, leaving her totally naked. He stood up and yanked Erica roughly to her feet. Then he embraced her, pressing her body fiercely against his, and dug his finger into her bare ass.
"Steve, no. Steve, no!" Erica whimpered. She tried to wriggle out of his grasp as she felt his urgent hands racing over her hips and ass.
"You're my wife and I want to fuck you," Steve growled. "I don't know what's going on here. Everybody seems nuts. But I know I want you, baby. And nothing is going to stop me. I'm going to fuck you."
Erica kept wriggling to free herself from his strong embrace. "No, no, no! I don't want you to fuck me. I want Mona to fuck me! I want Mona!"
"What?" Steve's voice was torn with lust, but tinged now with puzzlement. For a brief second he relaxed his grip on his wife, and she jumped free of him.
Erica stared solemnly at him. Suddenly Mona knew the girl was going to say something dreadful.
"She's done it before. We've done it a lot," Erica whispered, enjoying the bewilderment that suddenly spread over his face.
Steve stared at Mona, asking her with his eyes if it was true. And Mona knew her expression gave her away. Her lower lip trembled. Her eyes watered. She nodded.
But at the same time she was furious with Erica, because she couldn't understand her sister-in-law's motives at all. She had seen Erica devouring Steve's massive erect prick only moments ago, and she had known the girl wasn't faking. Erica had said this only to cause more trouble. The situation now felt more dangerous than ever.
But oddly enough, the bewilderment on Steve's face seemed to pass away quickly. It was replaced by a hard, half-amused glint of determination in his eyes. His huge prick was as stiff and tall and gigantic as ever. He nodded crisply at both girls.
"All right," he said. "All right." He glared at Mona with contempt and desire. "Take off your clothes."
"What?"
"You heard Erica. She wants you to fuck her."
"But that's why I got you over here," Mona whispered nervously. "To cure her of that. She needs you, Steve, you!"
He grinned, stripping off his own clothes. The sight of his hard, tanned, muscular body made her blood rush through her. "But she wants you," he said, still grinning.
Erica smirked at them as she stood back and watched the whole twisted drama unfold.
"I... I," Mona stammered. She knew now for certain that she could never leave.
Her body was boiling and seething with fuck-hunger. She wanted to tear off her clothes and feel them ravage her.
She nodded. Her mouth trembled as she gazed hotly at their two naked bodies, at Erica's full swollen tits and sleek smooth stomach, and at Steve's stiff rearing cock. She began to unbutton her blouse. When they saw her doing it, they both approached her and began helping her.
Before she knew it they were frantically peeling her clothes off, and their mouths were on her naked flesh, their hands groping and probing, squeezing her throbbing breasts, digging in her dripping crotch.
She nearly swooned on her feet, gasping, moaning, and yielding.
When she was naked, the three of them went quickly down the halt to the bedroom. They lay down on the bed, squirming together. Somehow as they settled onto the mattress Erica became caught between Mona and Steve, and now she became the focus of their caresses. They swarmed over her, and she surrendered to them totally. She rolled onto her back, splaying her thighs, revealing the slick squishy red meat of her cunt.
Erica's naked writhing body always drove Mona wild with desire, and this time was no different. She ran her hands down Erica's legs, then crouched between them, pressing her lips to the soft smooth skin of Erica's inner thighs, as Erica moaned and squirmed.
Mona glanced up and saw Steve scooping up the firm flesh of his wife's breasts, sucking Erica's stiff large nipples with his lips, bringing shuddering sobs of joy from Erica. His rough masculine hands and mouth all over her upper body seemed to drive her wild with delight. She groaned, arching her back as if to throw her flushed breasts up into his face.
Blinding flashes of hot excitement gripped Mona and burned in her gushing pussy. She had never been this aroused in her life! Her body trembled nearly as much as Erica's did. She began to moan loudly as she ran her extended tongue up and down the puffy inflamed wet meat of Erica's cuntlips. She pressed her lips fully against Erica's sopping-wet pussy and frenched it unmercifully, stabbing deep into the tangy channel, slurping and lapping it, gobbling it, gulping down the flow of warm buttery juice.
"Unngghhuunngghhhh!" Erica grunted and moaned. "Ohhhnnnn! Oooooh! Oh!"
Mona felt the bed shift under Steve's weight as he manipulated Erica's pliant, supple body. He turned her onto her side and got behind her. Erica's flexing thighs scissored against Mona's head, making it harder for her to get at the sizzling wet pussy she was so hungry for. She began kissing Erica's smooth belly. She moved up the girl's helplessly quivering body to her jiggling tits, the dark nipples erect with passion, still wet from Steve's saliva.
Mona's cunt was full of prickly fires. But somehow she didn't mind postponing her own satisfaction because she knew it would come. For the moment it was Erica's squirming sweat-damp body that consumed her. She kneaded the girl's firm tits and tongue-raped the stiff nipples. Erica howled and groaned.
At the same time, Mona realized that she was only a third party to what was actually going on between Steve and Erica. She had been so consumed with lust for the girl that for a while everything else had been blotted out. But now she became aware that they were communicating to each other, not so much with words but by the touch of their bodies and the involuntary moans and murmurs they made.
Erica tossed her head from side to side, wincing, biting her lower lip.
"Nooooo... noooo," Erica moaned, half-dreamily, her face reflecting fear and desire.
Steve had already turned his wife onto her side. But now he pushed Erica over farther. "Oh yessss!" he panted menacingly at Erica. "Oh yessss!"
"Steve, please!" Erica begged.
"Unggg!" Steve grunted, panting, struggling.
"OH! OWWCH UNNHHH! UNIT! OOOOOOOOOhh!" Erica shrieked as her body suddenly stiffened. Tears sprung out of her tightly shut eyes.
"Oh Steve! STEVE! NO NO NO! AAGHHHHIIEEEE!"
Mona squirmed curt from underneath Erica. Mona looked up and bit her fist with shock and awe.
Steve's body seemed to be a bronzed clenched hunk of rippling muscle. His face was torn with incredibly fierce desire and savagery as he forced his huge prick into his wife's up tilted ass. Half of his massive gristly stalk was already sunk in Erica's rectum. His strong thumbs parted her glowing asscheeks and he slammed into her asshole again and again!
Erica screamed with pleasure-pain. She was completely impaled, pierced and skewered on his fierce, rigid cock, and he drove it into her like a steel spike, over and over again.
Stunned by fear and fantastic excitement, Mona could do nothing but watch as Steve viciously ripped and reamed his wife's asshole. Erica's spastic clutching fingers grabbed the sheet and tore it. Her cheeks were wet with tears, her face pale with shock. But at the same time her face was suffused with a dreamy sort of joy.
"Unnnnn... unnnnn," she groaned mindlessly, stumping forward with each killing, powerful, ripping thrust of Steve's ferocious cock slamming into the depths of her as.
When she fell forward limply onto the bed, Steve's firm hands grasped her hips again and roughly pulled her ass back up, tilting it at the angle he wanted. Then he drilled her asshole viciously again with his thick shaft, sinking his long cock so far into the girl that Mona thought no one could possibly stand it.
Her own asshole clenched tight in sharp nervous spasms of sympathy each time Steve fucked his cock into Erica's ass. Mona reached down and stroked her wetness, feeling her itching cuntlips greasy with hot sex-slime.
Finger-fucking herselff, she watched Erica begin bucking her back against Steve's piercing thrusts. Erica gyrated her hips gritting her teeth and moaning.
"Ohhh fuck me, yess! Like that, unnhhhh! Oh God! God, Steve baby! Fuck me in... ohh! Ohhhh Jeesusss! Fuck me in the ass! Oh yes! Oh yes! Anngghh! Unh! Unh!"
The bed rolled and pitched and creaked so violently that Mona could barely stay on it. She crouched beside the two locked lovers, shuddering and moaning along with them, digging in her seething pussy with two fingers, pinching her erect clit until she was coming. She watched as Erica began to explode with orgasms. The girl slumped forward, screaming with joy, writhing insanely on the mattress and biting the sheet, while Steve pumped his cock into her with urgent fury as he, too, began to come.
The strangled cries that both of them made were deafening to Mona. Erica shuddered out of control beneath her husband's powerful body. Steve reared up like a lust-crazed horse and buried his huge prick in his wife's asshole as the hot spasms of his squirting cock tripped him.
"Ohhh! Ohhhh!" Mona sighed desperately. Her body trembled, strewing with come-need. She plunged her fingers rapidly in and out of her cunt, then she came. But it was not the way she wanted to come. She wanted what they had had together. She wanted to be split and pierced and shattered with orgasms. And she stroked and finger-raped her pussy, trying to bring on the big ones.
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.
Steve's prick finally grew limp and was ejected by the tight violated muscles of Erica's asshole. He rolled her over and kissed her. Then Mona kissed her. None of them spoke because the experience had been so supreme, especially for Erica and Steve, that words would only ruin it.
Chapter Twelve
Later, when Steve got up to go to the bathroom, Mona squirmed against her sister-in-law. She loved the feel of their breasts pressing together, and she luxuriated in the thrill of Erica's warm, silky, relaxed body against hers. She kissed Erica's ear.
"You loved it, didn't you?" she whispered.
Erica nodded slowly. "I've never been fucked like that," she whispered back.
"I haven't either."
Mona's brain still simmered with dazzling images of Steve's rigid cock drilling mercilessly into Erica's ass, surging into her, splitting her open with its fierce ranging power. She could still see the unbearably sublime torment that passed over Erica's face, still hear the cries of agony and passion that fought their way out of her sister-in-law's throat.
Mona 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 made her clench her asshole.
"How did it feel?" she asked Erica.
"It hurt at first. Then it was terrific," Erica gasped. "But now it hurts a little again."
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Mona kissed her. "But you have to admit a woman could never make you feel like that."
Now the words sounded hollow and stupid to Mona. She didn't know whether she wanted to have the same thing done to her, and she doubted whether any of them, especially Steve, would feel like going through it again this soon. But she wanted to have something done to her. She squirmed and wriggled against Erica, french-kissing her and drawing Erica's hand down to her trembling belly, to her moist cunt.
"I want you to fuck me, baby. I want both of you to fuck me. I'm dying, I'm burning up."
But Erica responded listlessly. Her hand was limp, her tongue restrained as Mona fucked it with her own.
"Mona, Mona," she whispered lazily. "I want to be alone with him."
Mona shivered. Oh no! she thought.
"You... you understand, don't you?" Erica stroked Mona's naked ass affectionately, but with no sensuality.
"I... I suppose I do. But... it's your fault I'm here, though. You wanted me to stay. I didn't even..."
Tears welled up in her eyes and she held them back. She wanted to say that she hadn't even come. While the two of them had nearly incinerated each other with hot orgasms, she had been forced into the role of a mere observer.
Erica's eyes blurred with tears too. She kissed Mona.
"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 was so vicious to me, because of what I told him about us. That's why he..."
"But you loved it!"
"I know," Erica grinned. "But I don't want it again this quick."
"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 Steve all to yourself?"
Erica looked solemnly at Mona. "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, Mona begged Erica. "He doesn't even have to come. All he has to do is..."
Erica spoke, very cool and serious. "You've done it before with him, haven't you?"
Mona gulped and tried not to blush.
"And here I thought I was the one who ought to be so ashamed," Erica said.
Erica rolled onto her back beside Mona, stretching, luiguid, voluptuous, incredibly sexy in this moment of her small triumph.
"I don't know what'll happen in the future," she murmured, rubbing her thick nipples. "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 Mona was really angry. "I'll tell you one thing!" she mapped, getting up and starting for the living room to get her dotes. "You're one of the quickest switches I've ever heard of. Half an hour ago you were a confirmed lesbian. And now look at you!"
Erica grinned wickedly. She arched her back so that her luscious body undulated and her tits pushed upward, quivering. She was astonishingly desirable, and Mona's breath was caught in her throat.
"What do you mean?" Erica murmured. "Don't you think I look good?"
Mona didn't trust herself to speak. She whirled, tears flooding her eyes again, and ran down the hall to the living room. She dressed with lightning speed.
Steve appeared in the hallway just as she was about to slip out the front door.
"Mona!" he shouted. "Mona, where are you going? Come back, come here, Mona!"
Through her tears she saw him standing there. He was bronzed and muscular and naked, the long thick tube of his cock swinging between his thighs, the cock she wanted so badly to have buried in her, cramming her and splitting her with joy at that very moment.
She shook her head, weeping aloud. "No. No. No. No! Go back to your wife. She wants you! I told you that. I told you. She needs you!"
"Mona..."
But she shut the door and ran down the walk to the street.
Chapter Thirteen
Too agitated to wait for a bus, she hailed a passing cab. She sat in the back seat of the cab feeling angry, guilty, ashamed, betrayed, one after the other, weeping in confusion.
At the same time she wished the awful flux of emotions would blot out the seething urgency of her body, the hot hungry itchiness of her still-dripping cunt. She was wound up, and she didn't know who to blame for it. Them or her?
She needed violent release, but she didn't know what to do about it. Maybe Amy would be at home. But that was the last thing she wanted.
She thought of Mel. But it wouldn't work. She would not be able to keep herself this time from making comparisons with Steve. It was her brother's cunt-splitting ass-reaming, gargantuan cock that she wanted to feel inside her, fucking her into the guilty ecstasies she craved so wantonly.
She thought briefly of going home and masturbating. But she had already done that, moments ago. It had solved nothing.
While she was turning all this over in her head, she caught the cab driver glancing at her in the rear-view mirror. He stared at her brazenly, eating her up 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. Mona wondered if there was something about her he could smell. She must be advertising herself like a bitch in heat. That embarrassed her.
Still, she briefly entertained the idea. He was a total stranger. Maybe, that was just what she needed at a moment like this. All her guilt, shame, betrayal, maybe they could all be blasted out of her by asking this cab driver to do anything he liked to her. Preferably something sweetly brutal, something tenderly cruel, the way Steve had fucked Erica in the ass. Did that make sense?
The thought made her shiver. He was too handsome for what she had in mind. Neither of them might be able to settle for the one-shot blistering fuck she had in mind. Maybe she needed someone far more repulsive, someone who would scour her clean of these crazy compulsions.
The way he kept looking at her gave her goosebumps. But she knew what her eyes were saying to him. You can fuck me if you want to.
Finally he pulled the cab up in front of her building and shut off the motor, Mona stared at him in the mirror. She made no effort to get out. He turned his head and gland at her over his shoulder.
"Isn't this it?" He stared suggestively at her tits that rose and fell beneath her thin blouse.
Mona simply stared at him, speaking again with her eyes. Fuck me. Fuck me. You can fuck me.
"Isn't this it?" he repeated softly.
"Do you have some place you can take me?" she whispered.
His cruel mouth twisted into a mocking grin. His eyes drifted again down to her tits.
"That depends on where you want to go."
"I want to go crazy." She shifted her shoulders so that her firm out-thrusting tits swayed beneath the cloth.
"What kind of crazy do you want to go?"
"I'll bet you can figure that out."
"Why don't you tell me," he said. "Because you already know." Suddenly he reached out, and raw two callused fingers along her check. "But I want to hear it from you."
"I... I..." Mona trembled at the feel of his goaded fingers against her cheek.
He ran one thick bony knuckle across her quivering lips. "Is it hard?"
"I don't know, is it?" she whispered.
He smiled back at her and slowly nodded. His hand slid down from her face to her neck, down to the top buttons of her blouse. Quickly he unbuttoned the first two and slipped his hand under the cloth. He clasped one of her tits and tweaked the swollen nipple. Mona gasped.
"I can't take you anywhere," he whispered. "It's like kidnapping. And rape, if you change your mind later."
"I won't," she breathed.
"Why not here?" he said, indicating her own apartment building.
"I have a roommate."
His hands roamed over her tits, squeezing and cupping them, pulling the lone thick nipples, rolling them in his fingers. She shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, enjoying the feel of it. But she knew they couldn't just sit here in the cab doing this. Someone would see them.
"Maybe she's, not home," he said. "Why don't you go up and check?"
Mona bit her lower lip and nodded. She was afraid. "Come with me?" she said in a small voice. "Can seized by the fear that he would not wait. Can you leave the cab?"
"For you," he chuckled softly. "For you... I can do anything."
The word "anything" made her cunt gush and throb. Oh God, if Amy was home, what would she do!
But inside the apartment she found Amy's note on the coffee table. Amy had gone skiing for the weekend. She would not be back until Monday.
Mona turned to the cab driver. "She won't be back tonight," she whispered, her voice choked with fear and excitement.
She didn't dare tell him how long Amy would be gone. Somehow that would make her even more vulnerable to him than she had already made herself. She went back to the front door and this time fastened both the chain and the bolt lock. She had no idea what she and the cab driver would get involved in. But she had a feeling it wouldn't be something she would like anyone else ever to know about.
He stood in the center of the room. He grinned at her. "What's your name?"
"It's... Ca... Carol," she said. "Carol. Don't tell me yours."
"You don't want to know my name? Is that part of the going crazy you mentioned?"
"You could say that."
"What other kinds of crazy did you have in mind?"
"I... I really don't know," Mona murmured, though she did know in a way. "What... would you like to do to me?" She looked away from his eyes.
"Silly question."
"No... I mean besides that. I mean, how would you like to... go about it?" She blushed hotly.
He pondered the question for a moment. "I'd like to tie you up."
Mona's heart fluttered. She gulped. "And then what?"
"Oh, I wouldn't beat you or anything. Don't worry." He stared at her for a moment as if to say that not everyone was as kinky as she was. "It's not my style. But you're the one who said you wanted to go crazy. I just want to tie you up so you can't get away while I'm driving you crazy."
"How... how do I know you're telling the truth?" she asked meekly.
"Would I lie to you?" he grinned.
"I don't know. Maybe you would." But she knew it didn't matter. She would surrender herself to him no matter what. That was what horrified her.
He shrugged his powerful shoulders. "I guess you'll just have to trust me. You're the one who wants to go crazy. If you just want a regular little..."
"No, no," Mona interrupted him eagerly, "maybe you want to. But only if you promise not to hurt me."
He could see how frightened she was. He crossed the room and put his rough fingers softly on her cheek. "Only as much as you want," he said. "I promise."
"Really?"
"Really."
He kissed her again and removed her blouse at the same time. He squeezed her naked breasts, kneading them, cupping the full springy mounds and rubbing his thumbs over her pulsing nipples. He bit her neck gently, then slid his mouth down the smooth flesh toward her shoulder and sank his teeth into it. Shivers zipped through Mona.
"Aiii!" she yelped. "Oh! Oooooh!"
His lips found her aching nipples and tore at them. Waves of heat shimmered through her tits. He dug his fingers into the springy round globes, hurting her, but beautifully, while he sucked her taut nipples.
When she was unable to bear it any longer, she pushed him away. "I... I thought you wanted to tie me up," she whispered excitedly.
He nodded. "You're beautiful," he said.
"Thank you." Mona looked down and shivered sharply as he rolled her stiff wet nipples in his fingers.
"What'll we tie you with? Do you have any rope?"
"I don't think so. Ohhhh, oh God that feels good! Quick, let's find something."
The two of them rapidly searched the apartment. Mona found a discarded pair of Amy's pantyhose in the bathroom hamper. She stood there with them hanging from her hand, staring at them. My gad, she thought. He's going to tie me up and fuck me. He's going to rape me and hurt me. And I want him to! I want it! What am I doing?
But she didn't, have long to think about it. He appeared in the bathroom doorway clutching two extension cords in one hand. A hot tremor shot up her cunt as she saw them dangling from his fist.
Mona almost gagged with fear as she realized she was getting deeper and deeper into this. If she were going to back out, she would have to do it quickly.
He was her fear. "What's the matter? You lose your nerve?"
"You have to promise you won't hurt me," she whimpered.
"I won't... I won't," he soothed her. He took the pantyhose from her. "This is probably enough. Let me see your bed."
Chapter Fourteen
Mona took him to her bedroom and shut the door behind them. Together they peeled the bedclothes off the bed and he tested the strength of the headboard with his hands.
"Perfect," he said. "Take off your skin and lie down."
Mona's flagon quivered so much that she could hardly unzip her skirt. But she obeyed him. Her body was alive with gooseflesh and tremors of anticipation.
When she hooked her thumbs under the elastic of her bikini panties and began to peel them down her thighs, he shook his head. He looked at the white band of skin at her groin where her tan stopped. He touched the pale skin with his fingers, then moved them up her back to the other pale band of flesh left by her bra.
"You're striped here... and here," he said.
She nodded shyly, her cunt running with juice when he touched her.
"Leave them on," he said decisively.
"But you..."
"Leave them on."
She nodded obediently and sat on the edge of the mattress.
"Give me your wrists."
She stuck out her arms. He began to bind her wrists with one of the extension cords.
"Why don't you... take off your clothes too before... you tie me," she suggested shyly.
She wanted to watch his body while he did this to her. She wanted to see his hard muscles, to see his stiff cock jerking with desire for her.
"Sure," he pinned.
He removed his shirt quickly. Then he unbuckled his belt and stripped his pants and shorts off. His huge prick sprang up, swelling and bobbing and jumping.
Mona gasped. His cock was even bigger than Steve's. Half-terrified, but also half-starved with hunger for it, she stared at his massive cock and knew suddenly that she had got more than she bargained for. But there was no way to turn back now. What she had in mind would have been excruciating enough without this immense cock giving it to her. But now...
He saw what was in her eyes. He stepped closer to her, letting his gigantic prick pulse and jerk only inches from her nose.
"Oh my God!" she murmured. "Oh my God."
She stroked the fiercely-ridged stalk with her shaking fingers. Then she took the bulbous flaring head of it into her mouth and sucked it. He allowed himself a few moments of the pleasure her mouth gave him. But then he pulled back, pulling his prick out of her clasping lips.
He pulled her wrists up again and began cinching them tight with the cord. Mona trembled so hard that she could hardly stay rated on the bed. He pushed her back on the mattress, drawing her bound wrists up to the brass ban of the headboard. As he looped the cord through the bars arid tied it, she squirmed over onto her stomach.
She nestled her head between her arms, shutting her eyes and biting her lip. Oh God! she thought fearfully. It's happening, it's happening! I can't wait! I've never felt anything like this in my life! I can't stop shaking! Just do it to me, quick, quick!
Before moving to the foot of the bed to tie her ankles, he scooped her chin up with one hand and lifted her face to his. "Don't you want to...?" He nodded, indicating that she should roll over onto her back.
She shook her head. "I want it this way," she whispered hoarsely. "I want you to fuck me in the ass. Oh God, do it to me! I'm dying, I want it, I want it!"
He smiled and shrugged. He glanced down at the up curving globes of her quivering asscheeks, still half-concealed by the gauzy fabric of her panties.
"Whatever you say, little darling," he said.
"Whatever you want, you can have."
Quickly he moved down to her feet. He made love to each foot with his mouth, making her wet pussy wince and flame with wild spasms. Then he looped one ankle with the twisted pantyhose and the other with the second extension cord. He splayed her legs widely and tied each ankle to the apposite corner of the bed.
Crazy with tenor and lust, Mona felt her body becoming pliant and yielding. She felt him crouching between her legs on the bed, felt his gargantuan cock against her left thigh as he leaned over her and whispered in her ear.
"You're serious? You want it in the ass?"
"Yesssss! Yesssss!" she hissed. "Please! Pleeeease!"
"Where's the vaseline?" he whispered.
"In the medicine cabinet. Oh hurry, please hurry!"
While he was gone, she tried to control her feverish panting. She tiled to make her body relax. She tried to give herself over to the feelings of surrender she felt sweeping through her. She had yielded to this man so totally that it horrified her.
She wriggled on the bed, feeling her stiff nipples flare and ache, feeling the cords bite into her wrists and ankles. God, let him be gentle! Let him be gentle! But she knew that what she had invited him to do could not be done gently.
She felt the bed sink again as he returned. Again he crawled up between her splayed knees. Immediately she felt his rough raspy hands on her lower beck, grasping her supple waist, his thick fingers dining into the trembling flesh of her stomach.
He held her twisting hips steady, kissing her asscheeks. Mona moaned with low husky delight.
"Ohhhhnnnn... ohhhnnnn," she moaned dreamily, twisting in his firm grasp.
"Oh, you like that, do you?" he murmured.
She felt his tongue exploring the flesh of her ass. He nipped at her panties. She shuddered and squirmed, now realizing why he had told her to leave them on.
His strong teeth nipped at the quivery flesh of her ass through the thin gauzy cloth. Mona went wild with delight. She felt him biting, chewing, and tearing at her flimsy panties with his teeth. Her cunt burned and ached and flowed. She couldn't keep her body still. Her ass bucked and undulated up into his attacking teeth. She gasped, feeling his urgent teeth and fingers tearing her panties. Ohhhh! Get them off, get them off! Chew them off me. Ohhhh yessss!
He managed to rip a hole in them and he slipped his tongue through it deep into the crack of her ass, making her yelp and shudder with surprise.
"Oh!" she gasped with shock as she writhed with unexpected pleasure.
Her uncontrollable wriggling and squirming drove him crazy with passion. He wasted no more time tearing at the tough elastic with his teeth. Instead he grasped it and tore it viciously apart. Her panties disintegrated into shreds of cloth. He clawed at them with his tough finger, baring her asscheeks and the puffy wet blossom of her cunt.
She felt his breath on her ass. Then his tongue went lower, lower, down into her ass. She squealed as his tongue tickled the tightly shut ring of her asshole, then sank and slithered lower again. She squealed again as it reached her pussy, and she felt his lips on her greasy cuntlips, felt him suck them into his mouth, and jab his long tongue up the tingling slit of her pussy.
Mona buried her face into the sheet and uptilted her ass to his invading mouth and hands. She made her wet pussy more available to his lips, shrieking with joy as his harsh tongue scraped against the flaming bud of her erect cunt.
"Aannngghhh!" she groaned, feeling spurts of fire bathe her dripping cunt.
He wriggled his tongue into her clenched asshole. The shock and pleasure of it made Mona tremble and explode with desire. She gasped and bit the sheet and thrashed helplessly, feeling his invading tongue slither into her asshole. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. The sensations were so hot and intense that she didn't know how she would survive until he put his cock where his tongue now was.
Already she was so close to coming that she was just a writhing, moaning mass of hot flesh.
"Get it in me, pleeeeease! Do it to me, do it to meeee! Unnnn... oh! I can't stand it, it's so..."
She felt him rise up behind her. He parted her asscheeks. Then she felt the thick gristly stalk of his huge erect cock sawing up and down in the moist crack of her ass. It would never fit! She knew it would never fit! Site felt his massive prick wedged between the cheeks of her ass, riding up and down, bunting and throbbing with insane power. The feeling made her gulp with terror.
She began to shake with continuous tremors. She could do nothing but moan for him to do it, to do it quick. She implored him, she begged him, becoming suddenly giddy with fear as she felt him swabbing her asscrack with gobs of vaseline.
Panting, gnawing her lower lip, she tried to hold her hips steady for him. She keened and whimpered to herself that now it was going to happen.
Oh this is what I wanted! Fuck me, rape me, oh shit, kill me with it! Wipe out everything but this moment. Oh God, make it the worst and the best ever!
She gritted her teeth. She could hear his harsh panting and feel the hard urgency of his body. She held her breath as he lodged the huge bulb of his prickhead in her asshole, holding her asscheeks apart with his hands, inching his cock into her.
He pushed and grunted, but it would not go in. He was just too big. But she had not counted on his determination. His thumbs dug even more fiercely into her rectum. Then he lunged up and forward, and she felt the head of his cock slide into her ass.
"AAGGGHHIIIEEEE! ANNGGGGHH!"
Tears poured from her tightly shut eyes. She bit through the bedsheet into the mattress. Her whole body seemed to erupt in sizzling bolts of pain, pain that rolled and ripped and poured through her and was followed by an excruciating torment of pleasure.
She gasped with helpless delight as his huge cock slid deeper and deeper into her asshole, lubricated by the greasy jelly and powered by the firm thrust of his hips. He bent forward over her and grasped her bare shoulders. He lunged savagely into her for the first time, bunting his rock hard cock as deep as it would go in the flaming cavern of her clenching bowel.
Mona nearly dissolved in the pain-pleasure that came from being completely impaled in the ass by his stupendous prick. She squirmed, lifting her ass to him, wanting him to rape and ravish her brutally. He lay slumped on her naked beck, his teeth roaming the flesh of her shoulders as he enjoyed the intensity of pleasure that came from her tight ass-muscles gripping his burning shaft. But Mona was delirious with impatience. She tilted her ass up to him. She begged him, beseeched him.
"Fuck me, man, fuck me! Unngghhhh! Oh Jesus it's good, good, so soooo good! What's the matter, can't you... unh oh! Can't you fuck me? Rape me! RAPE MEEEE!" she shrieked, egging him on, bucking her hips back into him, her twitching body washed with flashing heat as she felt the huge monster that was sunk in her.
And he suddenly began to give hex what she wanted. He reared up behind her, puffing his prick out to the edge of her asshole. Then he grasped her thighs and plunged it into her so brutally that she squealed with shock and joy. She thrashed and squirmed so wildly that the bonds on her wrists and ankles bit into her skin. Again he slammed his piercing, punishing cock into her, again and again!
"Unh! Unh!!" she grunted as his cock drove into her.
Already she was coming. She felt the hot rockets of honeyfire squirting through her. But it was only the beginning, the first popping explosions of the holocaust she knew was coming.
"UNNNH! UNNHH! AAGGGHHNNNNIH EEE!" she screeched. "UNNNEEEE!"
But it wasn't enough for her. She needed more, and more! The more the pitch of her shattering orgasms grew, the more excited and brutal he became. He ripped and raped and skewered her unmercifully. He slumped over her back and slid his hands beneath her sweat-drenched squirming body to clutch her tits. He squeezed and mauled them cruelly with his clawing fingers, pinching her hot nipples till they became nubs of unbearable fire.
Wheezing in delicious torment, Mona moved her ass back again and again to the hammering, relentless penetration of his stiff cock. She tilted her ass up to him, swirling it in small circles, twitching it around his plunging tool, grunting as he slammed forward and crammed her asshole with it.
Suddenly she felt his massive plunging cock grown even bigger inside of her. She felt it swell and elongate and stiffen, harder than steel. She thought she had taken as much as she could, as much as anybody could. But now she had to take even more.
He swarmed over her back, inking his teeth savagely into her shoulders, clawing her tits. He lifted the lower part of her shuddering body off the bed completely with each brutal piercing lunge of his cock. He sank the huge shaft so far into her that she feared he would actually tear her apart. His hand in the warm slime of her cunt-lips rubbed her clit roughly. He bit her shoulder cruelly and thrust his cock into her. And she screeched, throbbing and twisting in new bursts of coming.
"AAGGHIEEE! OOOOWWWCHH! OHHH GOD! ANNNGGGG! OH SHIT UNNHH!" she cried.
Then she felt the long rocket of his prick explode deep within her. He squirted hot strings of jam into her bowels, grunting fiercely as he pumped fiery gobs of seed deep into her ass.
It seemed to Mona that the shattering bomb of their merged orgasms kept exploding forever. But finally it waned.
"Ohhhh God, ohhhh God!" she moaned aloud. "Ohhhh I've never felt anything... anything like that!"
She heard him still puffing and gasping as he slid his still-stiff prick out of her flaming whole. He caressed her lower back and the high creamy mounds of her ass with his rough hands.
"Carol, Carol baby," he gasped. "You're the best. You're absolutely the best."
But she was in a state of collapsed exhaustion. Yet the name Carol shocked her back to her senses. She would not have traded the killing orgasms she had just gone through for anything, but now that it was over, she felt silly and ashamed. How sick and kinky it was! She was tied up, for Christ's sake! She glanced up at the electrical cord that bit into her wrists. She could feel the bonds that secured her ankles.
How horrifying! How stupid! How oddly funny!
"Untie me?" she whimpered.
"Untie you?" he asked, bemused, mocking her. He lay down beside her, face to face, and stroked her back and kissed her forehead, her cheek.
She nodded. "Untie me."
He shook his head. "But we're not finished."
"Not finished?" She tied not to panic. "Look, you untie me I asked you up here, and now I'm asking you to untie me. You did it to me beautifully. I mean it. But now I'm through. I don't want any more. Please. Please untie me."
He grinned. He lit a cigarette and shared it with her. She kept begging him to free her. He shook his head and smiled. From that moment on he refused to speak.
When the cigarette was finished, he slid down her body and put his mouth on her cunt and patiently tongue-fucked and cunt-sucked her hot pussy until she was coming again in spite of herself. By that time his prick was stiff again. He sank it into her cunt and fucked her slowly, with grinding relentless determination, for about twenty minutes. Then he stopped and smoked another cigarette with her, then went back to fucking her again.
Mona realized that she deserved what she was getting. She had invited it. So she mastered her panic and found a horrible kind of joy in submitting and surrendering to him completely.
He fucked her for another half hour before he came again. Then they rested and dozed. When they awoke, he told her to suck his cock, which she did, having no choice. Then he got behind her and fucked her cunt again. This time he fucked her long and skillfully, bringing her along with him each step of the way. And soon she was coming again, too, coming with him, coming so softly and sweetly and continuously that when it was over she wondered if she would ever be able to come again. He had depleted her. He had coaxed or torn from her every sensation her body was capable of.
About two o'clock in the morning he untied her.
Then he dressed.
"I'll leave my phone number on the coffee table," he whispered. "And thanks for the ride, Carol."
Chapter Fifteen
Mona's body ached for days. She felt plundered and used and dirtied. Just as she had wanted to feel. But the bruises and weal's and teeth marks on her body were also sweet reminders of the incredible ecstasies she had gone through.
She knew she couldn't blame the cab driver for anything. She had wanted a sexual punishment so harsh and severe that in the process of going to the very bottom of her needs she would scour them away. They would not return to trouble her again.
But all that had backfired. Instead of being released by the punishment she had loved every minute of it. She ached and throbbed for days.
She decided that the only solution was to give up sex entirely. The only way to stop it was simply to stop it, she told herself. She would have no sex at all, with anybody.
She was very glad Amy was away for the week. If Amy were there, it would only be added temptation. She would want to fuck Amy.
The only other problem was Mel. But she managed to keep him off by feigning fatigue or her period.
She got through the week pretty well. The real trouble began when Amy got back. For Mona it was like seeing an old lover again after a year's absence.
When Amy came in with her suitcase, Mona wanted to mix over and embrace her and kiss her and take her to bed. The desire was so strong that she quickly made up an excuse to go to the store. She took a long exhausting walk, not returning for two hours.
But when she got back, it was no better. Amy was taking a bath. And the bathroom door was open.
"Mona, is that you?" she asked.
"Who do you think?" Mona said. "The bogey man?"
Mona busied herself in the kitchen, deciding she would wash up the few dirty dishes.
"Come on in here," Amy said. "I want to talk to you."
"I'm busy."
"Can't it wait? I want to tell you about this guy I went skiing with. What a creepo. I couldn't wait to get home."
"I can hear you," Mona said. "Go ahead."
"I don't like shouting!" Amy shouted. "Come in here for a minute. You didn't have to be so nervous about it. You've seen my naked body before."
Mona envisioned the bath water beading on Amy's shoulders, and glistening on the swelling firm mounds of her uptilting tits. It made her thighs quiver and her cunt gush and itch.
"I know I have," she said. "But I'm busy. I really am. Go ahead, I can hear you."
Ten seconds later Amy was there. She stood in the kitchen doorway, wrapped only in a towel. Her bare shoulder were damp and flushed, her long curvy legs a breathtaking sight. Amy was smirking skeptically.
Mona looked away.
"Goodness," Amy mocked. "I've never known you to be so crazy about doing the dishes before." When Mona didn't reply, Amy came over to her and peered into the sink. "Yes, dear, be sure to get both of those cups clean. And that fork, don't forget that fork."
One of Amy's breasts nudged Mona's forearm through the towel. Mona briefly shut her eyes and clenched her teeth, trying to maintain control.
But Amy saw her doing it. She pushed her tit harder into Mona's arm, and bent her head close, breathing in Mona's ear.
"You don't know how I've been dying to get home so you could fuck me," she breathed.
She rubbed her body against Mona and the towel slipped. Mona felt her knees trembling. She pulled away from Amy and the towel dropped to the floor.
Mona looked at the wall, trying to forget the long pale sweep of Amy's silky midriff, the creamy tits and succulent nipples, the reddish hair of Amy's thatch? Still dewy with bath-water. She knew how Amy's cunt tasted, how fiery red it grew, how wet and shiny and inflamed it became when she made love to it with her mouth.
Amy touched the back of Mona's shoulder, "Mona, what's the matter? Did something happen while I was gone?"
"I... can't talk about it," Mona murmured.
Amy moved up behind her. She pressed her body against Mona so that Mona could feel her full breasts squashing into her back. Amy grasped one of Mona's hands and drew it back into the moist patch of her cunt hair. She gyrated her hips and her mound pushed into Mona's palm. At the same time she kissed the nape of Mona's neck.
"I don't know what happened," she whispered. "But I know how to make it better."
She slid her free hand down to the hem of Mona's skin. Then she drew it up the inside of Mona's thigh to her wet crotch, pushing one finger against the silk panties until the damp cloth sank into the groove of Mona's cunt. She drew the finger back and forth until Mona shuddered and gasped, clasping her thighs tight on the invading hand.
"You're so wet," Amy whispered. "So wet. Don't you want me to put my tongue where my finger is?"
"Amy, please. You'll have to understand. I just can't."
But Mona was very close to giving in. Amy's finger pressing up into her pussy and sawing between her cuntlips through the thin panties drove her crazy with desire. But she disengaged herself from her roommate. She turned and pecked Amy with an old-maidish kiss on the check.
"I... just can't, baby. You'll have to understand."
But Amy's eyes were glazed, her breath rapid. She was naked, and she knew that gave her an advantage. She knew how Mona had craved her body in the pant. She skimmed her hands up and down her tapering ribs, her swelling hips, and mind them to her full breasts, lifting the round globes, squeezing them gently, making the long thick nipples flare.
"The guy I went skiing with didn't know how to fuck me good," she whispered. As she spoke, she kept rubbing her body with her hands. "He didn't know how to make me feel the way you make me feel. Half the time he couldn't even get it up unless I sucked his cock for about an hour. Then, when he was ready, he just stuck it in me and popped. Then he got up and put on his skis."
Mona was unable to take her eyes from Amy's trembling body. The desire and temptation she felt were unbelievable. She felt her mouth watering for Amy's glossy, swollen red nipples. But Amy's words unconsciously echoed Erica's. All this talk about a man not fucking her good. You should try my cab driver, she thought wildly.
"Oh, well, I guess you should have thought of that before you went with him," she said. She laughed falsely.
"You know what I want?" Amy said coyly. She was still rubbing her body, circling each of her puffy red nipples with her fingers and enjoying Mona's thirsty eyes on them. "I want you to stick that vibrator we bought into my ass while you're eating my cunt at the same time." Amy blushed as she spoke the fantasy aloud. "Ohhhh, oh God, doesn't that sound divine? Oh baby, oh Mona, I want it, I want it so bad? I want it with you."
"Oh Amy, Amy!" Mona cried out uncontrollably.
Shaking her head, Mona ran from the kitchen to her bedroom and slammed the door shut behind her. It just gets worse and worse!
She lay on her bed whimpering in confusion. Her panties chafed against her open pussy. Her sensitive nipples throbbed and sprang erect, rubbed by the cloth of her thin shirt.
For a long time she lay crying and thinking on her bed, forcing herself to be strong.
Chapter Sixteen
During the night Mona began to squirm and moan in her sleep. She dreamed of hands all over her body, millions of hands, and wet sucking mouths, mouths everywhere on her. She felt like a hot quivering wire tautly stretched. Her body jangled with urgent flashes of lust, her flesh yielding and opening everywhere.
Moaning and twisting under the sheets, she woke up. She wondered dreamily if she had been masturbating in her sleep. But she felt hands on her thighs, and soft lips on her warm skin of her belly. The blissful sensations were so lovely that for a moment she simply surrendered to them.
But then she heard her own soft moans being answered. She felt the bed sway and creak. Suddenly she felt a stiff prick graze her thigh.
She opened her eyes and realized that both Amy and Mel were in the bed with her! Both of them were naked and swarming over her writhing body, kissing and stroking her with slow soft tenderness.
"Ohhnnnn!" she moaned. "Ohhnnn, what are you doing? Amy? Mel? Oh, what are you doing here, aannhhh! Oh yes, oh God, please, it feels so good!"
"Baby, baby..." Amy crooned to her. She scooped up one of Mona's hot breasts with two hands and teased the thick nipple with her strong tongue.
"Mel, ohhhh Mel..."
Mel's lips covered hers. She felt his hard body pushing against her from one side. His stiff twitching cock premed into her hip. Her hand slithered down between their bodies and grasped his hot surging prick, giving it a squeeze.
"Unnn... unnnnnnnn," Amy groaned passionately. She slurped Mona's breasts and nipples with her tongue, kneading the throbbing flesh with her fingers.
Saying the words aloud was a magical release. Now all her resistance vanished. She gave in completely to the seething demands of her body. She forgot why she had ever wanted to deny herself. She writhed and twisted under their voracious sucking lips and probing hands.
Mel spread her thighs and got between them. He lodged the bulbous head of his cock in the warm groove of her wet cuntlips. Amy kissed her breasts, sacking and nearly swallowing her aching nipples. Mel drove his prick into her slick pussy, sinking it slowly into her until she was crammed with cock.
He fucked slowly in and out of her creaming cunt while Amy made love to her throbbing breasts. Mona was so horny that she began erupting almost instantly. She was dazzled with hot spasms each time she felt the gristly stalk of Mel's plunging prick scrape along her cunt. She twisted and moaned under them, crying out wildly.
She bucked her hips, throwing one arm around Amy's neck, the other around Mel's. She whimpered madly with pleasure and pushed her tits up into Amy's mouth.
"UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH! UNH!" she grunted, shattered and wrenched as her climax crashed through her.
Vaguely she realized that the doorbell was ringing as she groaned and thrashed through her orgasm. But everything was blotted out by her shrieking nerves. She felt the bed bounce as Amy cursed and slipped away. But Mel had not come yet. He kept fucking her steadily, his prick sliding in and out of her, his fingers digging in her ass.
Not wanting him to stop, Mona gazed up into his face. "How did you get here?" she whispered.
"I drove," he murmured. His strong hands dug into the flesh of her hips. He hanged forward, sinking his stiff prick deep into her. "Like this!"
"Unh!" she gasped. She felt deliciously crammed full of thick cock.
"And this!" he repeated, ramming her with his cock again.
"Unh! Unh! Ohhh, it's wonderful!" she moaned. She kissed his mouth as he backed in and out of her, totally ignoring Amy's absence, enjoying this moment of soft intimacy with Mel. "You're going to make me come again. Unh! Unh! If you keep -- unh! Ahhhnnn! -- if you keep that up. And you haven't even come yourself yet, baby."
"I will," he panted.
"I didn't mean how did you get here," she whispered. "I meant why are you here?"
"I decided I'd like to talk to you in person."
Mona smiled. "Like this? Ohh! Oh God yessss! Do it to me like that! Unhhh!"
Mel fucked her slowly, whispering between his gasps and thrusts. "Amy said you were in a funny mood. She said she thought you were horny. She said we ought to surprise you like this. And fuck you and make you feel better. At first I thought she was crazy. Then I thought, why not?"
"Ummmmmm, I'm glad you did," Mona murmured.
She twisted her body beneath him. She knew she could come again within seconds, if she wanted to. And she was so enraptured by the delightful feel of his thick, driving, probing cock filling her slit that she forgot everything else.
She wanted him to come too. She wanted to feel the hot powerful shuddering of his body as the fireballs of his jism gushed into her. She tossed and squirmed under him, whimpering, clenching her teeth and hissing with pleasure. She clawed his shoulders with her nails. She gripped his surging prick with her cunt muscles and heard him gasp.
But... suddenly she felt the bed dip, and Amy was pressing against them again, whispering excitedly.
"We have visitors," Amy whispered, kissing Mona's ear. She grasped both Mona and Mel with her urgent hands as Mel rammed his cock deep into Mona's clenching pussy and brought gurgling sounds of passion from her tight throat.
"Ohhh! Ohhhhh!" Mona gasped, giddy with lust. Her eyelids fluttered open briefly.
She turned her head to see what Amy was talking about.
There beside the bed, gazing down at their three striving bodies, were Steve and Erica. Oh God, oh God! Mona thought, unable to do anything but yield to the wild pleasures that sped through her quivering body. Oh God!
Steve stared at them, paralyzed with fascination. But Erica, her dark eyes glazed and glittering with fires, was already undressing.
Mona caught her sister-in-law's eyes and licked her lips in invitation. As long as we're this far, she thought, her body reeling and pulsing each time Mel fucked his raging cock into her, we might as well go all the way. We might as well do the whole thing? Whatever it is! Whatever it turns out to be! Ohhhh, fuck me, fuck me! Let it go on forever. Let me fuck all of you! We'll do it all night!
Mel became aware of the intruders. He glanced briefly up at them. But the closeness of his orgasm plus the fierce intensity of his need to fuck Mona through to End of it blotted out everything but his urgent passion. He crammed her with his prick until she yelped and writhed and tossed and threw her creaming cunt against his hammering thrusts.
The two of them were so close that nothing could stop the surge of their approaching climax. Mel seized her savagely. He clasped her pliant body and fucked her in wild jerky plunges. She squealed and groaned, blasted with sharp beautiful spasms.
"Annngghhiieee!" she yelled, wheezing and coming violently.
Mel grunted and moaned crazily, splitting her with the exploding pipe of his down-drilling cock.
"Unngh!" he groaned, shuddering and squirting cobs of jism into her depths. He pumped and pumped, filling her with wads of juice, racking her body with the hard surge of his passion.
Meanwhile Amy had rolled away from them. She sat on the edge of the bed, her feverish fingers quickly unzipping Steve's fly, tearing at his belt buckle.
Steve glanced down at Amy. He still seemed faintly mesmerized by it all. Butt grin spread over his mouth as Amy got his pants open and pulled them down to his ankles.
Erica was now completely naked. She crawled onto the bed behind Amy and embraced her, pushing her firm naked breasts into Amy's back. Then she locked her legs around Amy's hips, encircling the girl from behind with her arms and grasping Amy's large breasts in both hands.
Amy trembled and whimpered softly as she felt Erica coiling around her. She pulled Steve's shorts down his thighs. Her face was suddenly startled with awe as his huge half-swollen cock plopped out into view.
She shook her head as if unable to believe her eyes. "God!" she murmured.
She cradled his still half-limp cock in one palm like a sacred object and bent to kiss it as it grew, and pulsed, and jerked more and more erect, stiffening and swelling, filling with hot blood. Its large bulbous head grew purplish and shiny, standing like a fierce thundering pole of hungry meat against his hard flat belly.
"Oh, I've never seen anything like it!" Amy gasped. "Oh, it's beautiful, it's huge!"
She clasped the stiff flay shaft in both hands and peppered the bulging head of his jumping cock with fervid thirsty kisses. Steve winced with delight and gasped her head, moving closer, pushing his hard prick against her eager lips.
"Oh, it's so big!" Amy gasped, her wet tongue swirling out and stroking the livid thumping pole hungrily. "I've never seen one so big, never!"
Meanwhile Erica's hands were all over Amy's body. She squeezed and clasped and stroked the girl's warm silky flesh, dipping into her crotch and finding the dripping folds of her wet open pussy. Amy sucked the bead of Steve's gigantic cock into her mouth, squeezing and pumping the fat bulging stalk of flesh with her hands. She moaned and hissed deliriously as Erica's fingers slid up her flowing cunt.
Mona and Mel watched entranced. Mona knew exactly how Amy felt. She recalled how she herself had been raped in the ass by one even bigger than this one only a week ago. But that didn't detract from her fascination as she watched Amy slurping the gargantuan stiff shaft, bathing it in warm spittle and sucking the pulsing, ballooning head. And Steve obliged Amy by stuffing her mouth with his prick, pushing down on her bobbing head with his hands and fucking into her throat.
Mona and Mel scooted to the side of the bed as the tempest of fuck-hunger that was engulfing the other three grew more urgent, more heated and violent. Erica tugged Amy's trembling body back onto the mattress, moaning and cooing with lust as her mouth found Amy's big nipples and devoured them.
Amy was forced to release Steve's throbbing twitching wet cock from her mouth as she tumbled and squirmed backwards onto the mattress. But her creamy white thighs splayed apart. She gazed passionately at his fierce cock, begging him, pleading.
"Ohhh, stick it in me! Pleeeeease, pleeeease put it in meeeee! Shove it in meeeee!"
Steve quickly shed the rest of his clothes and crawled onto the bed. Slipping an arm beneath each of Amy's knees, he locked her long legs in his arms and swooped them upward, pinning her thighs back against her shoulders and completely baring the meat of her cunt. He leaned over her that way, his twitching cock bobbing only inches from the slick open blossom of her cunt. He smiled. He put his fingers on her tight nipples, pulling and softly pinching them.
Erica had squirmed out of the way too. But instead of leaving Amy, she slithered down the girl's body to her ass. She kneaded Amy's uptilted taut buttocks with her hands, kissing Amy's ass everywhere and rubbing the knuckle of her forefinger against Amy's unbolt Amy stared up into Steve's lust-torn face, her eyes wide and shiny, and she gasped and whimpered.
"Ohhhh, it'll hurt me this way. You're going to hurt me! It's too big! Oh please, oh please... unnn!"
She shut her eyes and gritted her teeth as she felt him place the flaring head of his long thick prick between the puffy inflamed outer lips of her cunt. Her body tensed, she held her breath. Then she cried out.
"AAGGNNNHHIEEEE!" she howled.
Steve had unleashed the full force of his strength. He drove his massive cock to the very bottom of her spasming channel in one violent plunge.
Amy gagged and shivered. Mona could almost feel the fiery, stabbing, piercing tip of the immense prick digging unbelievably deep up into her own belly. She whimpered in sympathy as she saw Steve pull it halfway out and slam it home again, bringing new shrieks and squeals of insane delight from Amy's throat.
Pinning her knees back against her shoulders and bending her body double, Steve rode Amy's ass up off the bed and pumped his raging prick into her. She wriggled her ass and squealed and bucked.
Erica managed to slip her hand between Steve's dangling balls and Amy's ass, and she inserted her finger into Amy's asahole. Amy whooped and coughed with surprise.
"Ohh! Ooooonnnhhh!" she sobbed.
The sounds Amy made in the throes of her delicious torment seemed to whip Erica's lust to a higher pitch. She swarmed against the thrashing pair, sinking her teeth into the flesh of Amy's asshole, finding her way with the other hand through twisted legs and arms to Amy's breasts and fingering the girl's stiff flaring nipples.
And Mona knew exactly what had aroused Erica so much. The sight and the sounds of the squirming fuckstorm that had engulfed Steve and Amy had worked the same magic on her. She felt her body pulsing and shivering with excitement. The sparks of renewed desire sped through her racing blood. Her cunt gushed and itched like crazy.
She and Mel still lay tangled together on the side of the bed, watching the sizzling lust of the other three. Mona felt Mel's limp cock swelling against her thigh, rising and jumping again. And she knew he was feeling the same way she was. She glanced at him and saw that he was staring at Erica as she swarmed with savage passion over whatever parts of Amy's thrashing body she could reach with her hands and mouth. She raped Amy's asshole with her long finger, and bit the girl's uptilted squirmy asscheeks with her sharp teeth, humming and moaning wildly.
Mona realized that Mel had never seen Erica before. As she looked at her sister-in-law's urgent, groping, twisting naked body, she knew exactly what he wanted. Even to her, Erica's body seemed more beautiful than ever. She even wanted the girl herself. She whispered hoarsely to Mel, "Go ahead. Go ahead and fuck her. Shell love it!"
Mel turned his face to look at Mona, as if to ask if it was all right with her. But Mona could see in his glazed eyes that whatever she answered wouldn't make any difference. Anyway, she had already answered.
She could feel his thick jumping hot cock leaping against the damp flesh of her thigh. She could see the thick, puffy, wet, swollen lips of Erica's pussy as she crouched on her knees on the mattress, grasping and chewing and sucking every pert of Amy's vulnerable body she could find.
She nodded at Mel. "Go ahead! Hurry!" she urged him.
Mel crawled behind Erica, his stiff swollen prick bobbing and twitching. He grabbed her hips from behind. She glanced briefly back over her shoulder and saw him. She shut her eyes and moaned.
"Ohhnnnn yessss! Yesss fuck me! Please do it! DO IT! OOOOOHUNNN!"
Erica swooned and trembled and squealed wall delight as Mel hurled himself forward. He planted his cock deep in her cunt from the rear. Then he steadied her hips and pulled her groin down onto his upthrusting lunge. She moaned and wheezed and fell away from Amy and Steve, burying her face in the sheet. She crouched on her knees and her body clenched and shuddered as he drove into her again and again.
Watching the four of them fuck nearly drove Mona crazy with lust. She wanted to join them, but she didn't know precisely how. Suddenly she recalled the vibrator in the drawer, the one Amy had begged to have used on her. She hopped off the bed and quickly got it.
She was positively dying of fuck-hunger. She wanted to fuck all four of them, and be fucked back by them. And without thinking she simply plunged into the middle of their wriggling, whimpering bodies.
Almost immediately, before Mona could do anything but luxuriate in the hot odors and the crazy walling sounds of this sexual storm, she heard Amy coming. Steve drilled the poor girl's cunt so viciously that she was simply shattered by the mad explosion other climax.
"AAIIIEEEENNNNGGG!" she wailed, racked with joyful spasms that threatened to squeeze the very life out of her fuck-flayed body.
Mona somehow knew that Steve was not coming along with Amy.
Steve pulled his wet prick out of Amy's tortured, still-spasming pussy, and he grabbed Mona and flung her down on her back.
Mona thought shown finally going insane. She we now going absolutely crazy. She wanted them all to plunder and ravish her and make her die with a thousand jolts and shocks and murderous spurns of hot coming. She looked into her brother's lust-maddened eyes, and begged him huskily.
"Fuck me, big brother," she said. "Fuck me, big brother! Fuck me till I melt! Fuck me till I explode, yesss! Fuck me! Steve... oh! Oh OOHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He put his hands on her tits as he bent down over her. At the same moment he lodged the fierce head of his long cock in her gashing slit. He sucked her flaming nipples and slid his prick into her, deeply into her. And she knew she was back where it had all started.
She was back with her brother's lowly huge prick sunk in her hottest, hungriest depths. She was conscious of nothing but the massive cock cramming her cunt to the splitting point.
Mona was so oblivious that she merely went limp and surrendered to Steve's hard thrusting body. She whimpered and mewled incoherently, dropping the vibrator out of her slack hand ignoring the rising crescendo of fucking that Mel was giving Erica, next to her.
She felt and heard and saw nothing, nothing but the blazing fuck she was getting from her brother.
Steve had rolled her onto her side as he fucked furiously into her. And she suddenly felt Amy's hands kneading and parting her clenching asscheeks. She felt the cold plastic nub of the vibrator's tip nudging the crack of her ass. She felt it jabbing her asshole, felt it enter her!
She groaned and wailed, screeching as it slid up into her ass inch by inch. Amy switched it on, and it began to buzz crazily deep in her ass. Immediately she was torn apart by ripping, screaming jolts of the wildest orgasm she had ever felt.
"UUNNNGCGH! OH! OH! AAAANNGGRRIIEEEE!" she howled.
And somehow she knew it still was only the beginning. Still Steve refused to unleash his jism. Still he plunged and lunged into her, and reamed her out with his immense violent prick. Still Amy feverishly jammed the insanely buzzing vibrator deep into her ass.
And now, somehow, all five of their bodies were coiling and writhing together. Mel was still fiercely fucking Erica from the rear. But Erica had squirmed around so that she could get her face into Amy's streaming cunt. She was sucking Amy's cunt wantonly, while Amy passionately kissed Mona's quivering ass and crammed her asshole full of the fiendish machine.
All of their straining, gasping bodies were yoked together. All of them pulsed and moaned and pumped and sucked furiously. And when they began to come it was like a chain of bombs, each link igniting the fuse of the next one. Mona erupted with shattering, spurting orgasms again and again. She felt Steve squirt into her.
She felt Erica tremble and screech as her climax tore its way through her exploding cunt. Mel came with a savage roar, and Amy moaned and sobbed through spasm after spasm.
And Mona whimpered and felt the pleasure coursing through her body.
She clamped Steve's still-hard cock with her passionate cunt muscles and heard his happy sigh. And she felt the warm tingling spread throughout her stiff hungry body.
And she thought: There's always tomorrow, tomorrow. And then another tomorrow. Plenty of time to worry about it then. But right now I don't care about tomorrow. I just want more! More! More!
