Ray Mills - Sister in the middle

"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.

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."

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!"