Ray Mills - Sister in the middle

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.

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."