Ray Mills - Sister in the middle

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."

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."