"What the fuck's going on?" came a loud voice. Candy managed to turn her head to see Charlie standing in the doorway, briefcase in hand. He had a pissed look on his face.
"Hi ya, Charlie," said Stan, not the least perturbed at being interrupted. "I was just knocking off a piece before I went home. Hope you don't mind."
Candy was appalled. Stan took being caught so easily. Here he was, fucking another man's wife in that man's house and the husband walks in. And he was so Goddamned cool!
"I told you I didn't like it while I was around. It makes me so horny I want to join in. But have fun. I'll be in the kitchen getting a beer. Want anything?"
Candy didn't believe this. Charlie found Stan fucking the woman he thought was his wife and he was as cool as Stan. He wanted to be left alone so he could drink his beer in peace.
"What?" she cried. "What the hell's going on with you two? He's got me tied down and he's fucking me! I'm your wife!"
Candy was having a harder and harder time trying to keep all this straight in her head. She knew she was supposed to be Mandy, married to Charlie. That her real husband Stan came over to knock off a quick piece of ass now and then came as a complete surprise to her, but she could live with it.
For a fucking like she was getting, she could live with anything. But she simply didn't understand Charlie's attitude. He wasn't the least bit bent out of shape at the idea of Stan fucking his wife.
"What's wrong with you, Mandy?" Charlie asked. "You usually cooperate when Stan screws you. Heaven alone knows you like it. Sure you don't want a beer?"
"Why don't you join us?" urged Stan. "We can both fuck her at the same time."
"Like we did last week?" Charlie asked, his face brightening.
Candy was horrified. They had both fucked Mandy at the same time before! And they were going to divvy her body up just like they had that slut of a sister of hers. All these years Candy had thought Mandy was the quiet type. Now she knew why she was quiet. She was getting so much cock she was worn out all the time!
"Naw, I want her pussy this time. My cock would get cold if I pulled out now."
"I don't want to fuck her up the shit chute. I want to feel that nice, tight little cunt around my pecker," Charlie argued.
"Shit-fuck!" Candy cried out. "What the hell is wrong with you two? You're arguing over me like I was a side of beef or something!"
They ignored her. A wet plopping noise marked the departure of Stan's prick from her eager cunt. She felt hollow and aching inside. She had fucked Charlie all night long and was still sore. Being tied sure didn't help her joints any. But what irritated her most was the way the men were dickering over which one would get to fuck her up the ass.
It didn't irritate her, it pissed her off mightily! "Do it, don't talk it, do it!" she finally cried out.
The two men exchanged glances and shrugged. It seemed a matter of total indifference to them what she wanted or felt. Never had she been so alone. She felt betrayed, abandoned. The idea of swapping husbands with her twin sister had seemed like such a good one at the time.
Now she wasn't so sure. She had found out that Stan could fuck with the best of them when he wanted. It had been something lacking in their marriage that had kept him from showing her all the attention she had demanded row him. And her mousy twin had been screwing both Charlie and Stan.
That more than anything else shocked her. She hadn't thought Mandy capable of such acts of sexual duplicity.
"Get her on her feet. And keep her hands and feet tied," said Charlie. "I like her like that, too."
Stan pulled Candy to her feet with surprising strength. She had known he was powerfully muscled, but nothing like Charlie. Now she wasn't so sure. The contemptuous ease with which he dragged her to her feet told a different story.
His next act took her by surprise. He didn't free her hand. He took the loose end of the ropes and fastened it to the light hanging down from overhead. He made sure the rope went around the hook in the ceiling so that she hung suspended. Toes barely reaching the ground, she had to strain to stay upright.
Candy soon found that the way he had her ankles tied prevented her from moving around too much. She couldn't even dangle from the overhead rope and spin around. He had her securely fastened with the ropes, her legs widespread and her pussy and asshole vulnerable to both the men. "Maybe I will have a beer first," said Stan. "I got powerful thirsty fucking her."
In amazement Candy saw the two men leave the room, quietly talking about how they were going to ball her after they finished off their beers! She couldn't believe this. She was humiliated by the idea she was just something to use when they got around to it. A beer was more important to them than stuffing their cocks into her hot, demanding body.
She began to cry. The salty tears raced down her face and dribbled onto the ends of her tits. She felt her nipples stir as the tears dripped off. In an odd way it aroused her. Everything aroused her. The idea that they were so impervious to her nakedness made her vow to give them the best possible fuck when they got back.
If they did.
She wondered how her sister had ever coped with this. She had been underrating Mandy for a lot of years. The other blonde had depths that had been hidden for a long, long time. She kept both men happy, that was obvious. And yet they would treat her with contempt. Candy didn't understand that.
Unless… Unless Mandy liked it this way. And Candy had thought the only way her sister would fuck was in the missionary position. But then she had thought the same about Stan. Her husband had been fucking around with her sister and she hadn't known! And how he had been messing around. The man was a demon when he got to fucking. She had thought he was a zero in the sack. He had given her the finest come she ever, had. And he hadn't even gotten off yet.
"So I just heard the punch line to the joke."
"What was it?" asked Charlie, both men coming back into the room, beers in hand.
"And then the butler stuck his dick in the mashed potatoes!"
Both men roared with laughter. Charlie said, "That's good, Stan. Damned good. But let's stick our own dicks into something a bit nicer than mashed potatoes. Flip you, heads or tails."
"Heads."
"You got tails. Tough shit."
"I hope not," Stan said, moving around behind Candy. His cold hands made her cringe. Gooseflesh popped, out on her snowy white body as she felt the thick stalk of his prick poke between the meaty slabs of her buttocks. His hot cock moved deeper into the humid canyon until it touched the puckered ring of her anus.
"God, Stan, you-you're actually going to butt fuck me?" she asked. "You never wanted to before."
"What do you mean, Mandy? I do this with you all the time. Never with that stuck-up bitch of a wife, though."
He lunged forward, his prick hammering hard at her tightest passage. She sagged limply against him. Candy had forgotten for a moment that she was supposed to be Mandy. So Stan butt-fucked her twin all the time? She could hardly believe it. Stan never wanted to try anything different in bed. But the power and assurance of his stroke all the way up her asshole told her that this wasn't something new for him.
She felt his huge cock fill her shit chute. The woman swayed back and forth, suspended from the ropes. She felt the thin ropes cutting into her flesh, cutting off circulation. It didn't matter. All that mattered to her now was the thick cock thrusting in and out of her asshole.
"Fuck more!" she cried. "Give it to me, Stan darling! I need it so!"
"Stan darling?" he gasped out. "Candy calls me that. Don't ever do that again, Mandy. I don't want to hear that from you!"
"So punish her with your cock," commented Charlie, standing in front of the naked, bound woman. His prick jutted upwards just inches away from the woman's gaping cunt.
"Shut your mouth and get into her, man," ordered Stan. "I want to feel your prick moving against mine through her guts."
The idea of two men fucking her at the same time thrilled Candy strangely. It was so perverted she would never have considered it before. And the concept of their cocks touching, separated only by her thin inner membrane, got her hot just thinking about it!
"Yes, yes, do it! Just hurry and fuck meeeeee!"
She almost passed out when Charlie's prick shot straight up and drove into her pussy. She had been prepared for it, but the shock was more than she had bargained for. Both pricks rested inside her body, firmly lodged, gently pulsating.
Tensing and relaxing her belly muscles made both men groan in pleasure. She felt surges of desire mounting in her body. The thick heads of both pricks were immediately apparent to her. She could trace the contours of both men's cocks using only her sensitive inner tissues.
Stan's prick shoved, all the way up her back seemed to be the largest. Candy wondered about that. Stan had never seemed so big when they had been in bed and fucking before. With his fuck stick buried balls deep up her ass, though, he seemed to be the best hung man in the world.
Best hung? He was hung like a bull!
She twisted and turned, pulling hard against the ropes binding her. This helpless position, added to her arousal. The blonde couldn't put it into words. Being at the men's mercy turned her on in a big way. She had known that for the first time when Stan had roughly thrown her to the floor and then raped her.
And it had been rape. Even though they were married, he didn't know it. And she hadn't been willing. He had tied her securely, legs parted for his prick, then raped her.
She had never gotten off so much on a fucking in all her life. Now that both men were fucking her at the same time, she knew she was going to surpass even the power of that other come. She was going to rocket off the face of the earth and go into an orbit of stark ecstasy.
"I like the way your prick presses into the underside of mine. Think she's big enough inside to take us both?" asked one of the men. The woman had long since closed her eyes and lost all sense of her surroundings, being content to simply experience the delights inside her body.
"She's sure tight, a helluva lot tighter than last time. Maybe she's been exercising or something."
"Let's work together on this, partner. You out and me in. On the numbers, one, two, three, go!"
Candy cried out when one of the pricks left her body. She tried hard to figure out which one it was. She finally decided her cunt was now vacant. But the throbbing spike of manmeat shoved all the way up her ass made up for the loss.
She was in no condition to figure out what the men were going to do. She had to find out by experiencing it. As the prick slid from her butt, the cock in front filled her cunt. They soon had her caught in a cross-fucking. She never had both pricks inside her at any given time. But there wasn't a time when she was totally abandoned.
The in-and-out fucking of both ass and cunt caused the fires of desire to spring up inside her body. She felt the burning heat of friction as cock pressed hotly into her rectum. Her tight back passage clawed and clung to the man's prick as it worked in and out. She knew that the fires would soon spread and engulf her insides.
She was right.
It took less than a minute of the butt fucking for her to get off.
The response from the men was instant.
"God-fucking-damn! I don't believe this," said Charlie. "It feels like a velvet glove has crushed my cock. I was in her pussy when she came. Ripples moved up and down her cunt walls. It-it was like she was massaging my prick!"
Stan wasn't able to talk. His hands clutched firmly at the woman's waist. He began flailing around, his movements jerky. It took a second before Candy realized he was on the brink of jetting put his come into her bowels.
"Fuck me good!" she cried out to her husband. "Give me the sexiest enema I ever got!"
"Oh, God, so tiiight! So fucking Goddamn tight up the ass!" the man groaned. He clutched her asscheeks and pulled them wide apart so that he could ream out her ass even better. She felt his hairy thighs grinding into her ass. The stimulation she got from this simple touch sent her sailing off into a potent orgasm.
As she came, she knew he was fucking her faster, harder, deeper, up the ass. There wasn't any rhythm any longer. His hips had taken complete control. All that mattered to him now was getting his rocks off. She felt his hot jism surge into her rectum. The lava-hot blast of gooey come caused her to climax again.
When she drifted down from her sexual high, she felt his cock limply fall from her ass. But she wasn't totally abandoned. The man fucking her cunt was still long and strong. His strokes in and out of her pussy rebuilt the fires in her guts.
"Fuck me, fuck meeeee gooood!" she cried out.
Her head swam. The pain in her wrists where the ropes cut into her flesh seemed to give her same contrast for the delights in her cunt and ass. The idea that she could let her emotions run wild since she was so securely trussed up added to the power of her come. She screamed and shook all over like a leaf caught in a tornado. All that mattered was the prick driving into her pussy.
"God, so tight, fucking tight. You're right, Stan, never this tight before. Why's that, I wonder?" Charlie muttered as he continued to fuck her with the long, deep strokes that delighted her so much.
She tried to tell him. She wanted to confess all.
She and Mandy had switched husbands. Candy tried to say all that and more, but she failed. The words were jumbled up in her throat.
She cried out in pleasure as his prick erupted inside her. The entire length of her cunt convulsed with the power of her orgasm. The ripples clutched and clawed at his buried cock. She tried to squeeze every single last drop of jism from the man's balls.
"Ummm, ohhhh!" she moaned. Her hips were still free. She twisted from side to side, stirring the prick around in her cunt. This motion heightened the sensation for her. But all too soon, his prick went limp and flowed out of her well fucked pussy.
Candy hung there in the middle of the room, her cunt and asshole both burning from the men's pricks. She had been fucked by two experts. Never again would she ever say anything nasty about Stan or the way he fucked. He had just never been turned on by her.
She couldn't understand that. She had a good body, a damned attractive one, and certainly it wasn't that much different from Mandy's. After all, they were twins. They could pass for one another without that much effort. The two men apparently thought she was Mandy.
Candy looked up, tossed her head to get a strand of blonde hair out of her eyes, then asked, "What now?"
"We'll think of something," Stan assured her.
"Could you cut me down? My hands are about ready to fall off."
"Sure, Candy," said Charlie, moving in front of her.
The blonde's eyes locked with Charlie's. A cold fist clutched at her belly and she felt a little sick. She said weakly, "Candy?"
"Sure, Candy. Both of us knew what you and Mandy did to us. This is our way of paying you back."