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!'
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
