Ray Mills: Sister in the middle

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."

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!"