Jack found a coin on the dresser and flipped it. Tied spread-eagled on top of her twin Wilma, Wanda could not see, but Wilma's eyes followed the path of the coin up… then down.
"Tails!" Ralph called at the peak of its flight.
"Tails, it is," Jack said.
"I win – I'm first." Then Ralph paused, and his handsome face was split with a grin. "No, wait. I called tails… I get tails, that pretty little ass that's almost begging for my hot cock. You had heads… you get heads, both of them if you want."
"Uuuungh," Wilma grunted, her body pressed down by the weight of her sister tied so securely on top of her.
The men laughed uproariously, their bodies gleaming with the sweat of excitement. Wilma watched over her sister's shoulder as her husband approached from the foot of the bed. Her eyes bulged. She'd never seen his cock so long, hard and throbbing with aching joy, Wilma cringed, writhing her clit Wanda's above. "Ralph!" she cried. "Oh, Ralph… I want it!"
Ralph leaned down and rubbed the quivering lips of Wanda's upraised ass. Wilma felt Wanda twitch, pushing down, harder, grinding their two cunts in a heated embrace.
Wanda gulped, watching Jack kneel at the head of the bed, his beautiful cock straining long and hard only inches from her lips.
"I want it!" Wanda begged. "Please, let me suck your big dick – yeeeeooaow!"
Ralph screwed into Wanda's ass without warning. Wanda's eyes bugged with surprise, her lips churning with mumbled sounds of sudden pain. At the same time, she watched her husband bow down right before her eyes and slide his thick cock into her twin sister's babbling lips.
"Uuuummmm," Wilma said, sucking in her breath in surprise, writhing under the weight of Wanda and Ralph on top of her.
Ralph wasted no time in the clinging shit hole that might be his wife's, or her twin sister's. He couldn't tell. He didn't care her asshole was warm, soft and deep, and that was all that mattered. He fucked Wanda's ass with a frenzy of wild joy.
For Wanda it was all a new and utterly insane sensation. She felt the soft warmth of her sister's body writhing beneath her, cunt to cunt in grinding ecstasy. Right in front of her eyes, she watched her husband's cock lance in and out of her sister's mouth. And Wilma, who only a short time before would have choked rather than suck a man's cock… she was happily sucking and moaning to get more.
In her ass, Wanda felt the urgent throbbing of Ralph's big cock. Tremors of wild passion pulsed hot in her dark tube. Ralph felt Wanda's tense ass constrictions and he wailed with eye watering delight as he hammered his long dick in and out.
"This must be Wilma," Ralph said between strokes. "Unngh! Feels just like the ass I had last night."
"But the ass you had last night could have been Wanda," Jack said.
"Right – I won't know until I've fucked both!"
I'm Wilma, Wilma wanted to scream, but with the meat of Jack's big cock plugging her throat, "Yumm-wummma," was all she got out. She felt a hot swelling of disgust, knowing… almost being able to feel… her own husband was happily fucking her twin sister's ass.
Wanda also felt a writhing discontent. One-on-one, she'd come to enjoy the frantic pleasures of restraint, but now bound atop her squirming twin, their two husbands humping without knowing which was which… or caring… she felt trapped and used like a helpless rat in a laboratory cage.
If only she could get her hands free, curve her slender fingers on Jack's balls, then he'd know. Her sly, ball-teasing strokes were something Wilma had yet to learn. But Wanda couldn't move her arms even an inch without feeling the cruel tug of twisted cloth binding her wrists.
"Bastard!" Wanda cried at her husband Jack. "Let me suck your stinking prick… then you'll know who's who. My mouth is slick and hot, and my throat is deep and tight!"
"Wwwwwhhhaaaa?" Wilma, gulped as Jack jerked his throbbing cock from her mouth and jammed it between Wanda's begging lips without missing a beat.
Wanda groaned, sucking madly on his thick shaft, massaging the quaking cum pipe with her darting tongue. With one hot prick reaming her throat and another drumming steadily in and out of her ass, Wanda felt a moment of near total delight.
But Ralph drew back, pulling his cock from her writhing ass just as her passions were beginning to soar. He slanted his prick down and rammed it into Wilma's juicy cunt.
"Aaah!" Wilma moaned, her cunt muscles squeezing in a riot of joy. Wilma bucked so violently that if Wanda had not been firmly tied down, she'd have been tossed off on the floor, and Jack along with her, dragged by the cock gripped so firmly in Wanda's sucking lips.
"Ungh!" Ralph said with a grunt of frustrated desire. The writhing ass bound between him and the pussy below kept him from driving in more than half of his long prick. And he still had no idea which was his wife. He almost crushed the breath out of Wanda by driving into Wilma's seething cunt.
"Whaaaa!" Wanda howled gushing a jet of hot breath up the heaving tube of Jack's long cock.
"Yeceoooow!" Jack jerked back in delighted shock. He could feel his balls swelling like they might explode, not just from the steaming pressure of cumn swirling inside, but from the searing blast shot into his dick each time Ralph rammed his cock into Wilma's pussy.
The two women cried sing-song wails of joy. Ralph's savage thrusting ground their two clits together harder than before. Honey from Wanda's cunt dripped into the spread lips of Wilma's. Wilma's cunt twitched, trying to get a better grip on Ralph's hammering cock head.
"It's no use this way," Ralph said, squinting intently as he fucked half his dick into the bucking, double-wet twat. "I can't tell which is which."
"Neither can I," Jack said with a groan. "But there's another way we might find out."
"Whaaat's that?" Ralph's dick root ached for the wet grip of cunt. Instead he felt the crack of a writhing ass wedged firmly against his shaft.
From his position at the head of the bed, Jack could see the belt on the floor. "Beat it out of them!" he suggested with a savage grunt.
"I'd rather – unnngh! – beat it in!" Ralph exclaimed. He felt the surging power of jism boiling in his nuts. "Eh, going to cuuuum!" Ralph moaned, wishing he could have it until he got his big dick was jammed all the way in.
"Mmmmmmeeee too!" Jack said. His aching nuts couldn't stand another stinging moment of Wanda's hot cock-sucking.
Wanda sucked harder on her husband's cock, pulling as she wiggled the crack of her ass back to squeeze the root of Ralph's hot dick as he fucked into Wilma below.
As their two lust-crazed cunts grated together, both women screamed in sheer delight. Wanda's shrill cry came out muffled because of the prick steaming in the wet grip of her throat. The force of her passionate wail hissed into Jack's cock and triggered the hot charge swelling in his balls.
"Yyyyyaaaah!!" Jack cried when he felt a thick spurt shoot through the full length of his cock.
"Uuuummmm!" Wanda eagerly sucked his cum, lashing his prick with her tongue.
Wilma arched her back, twisting and moaning tense cries of delight as Ralph's cock fired its first blast. She could feel the cream spray the walls of her tight cunt and seep to the depths he'd been trying to reach.
For two long minutes, both cocks spit rushing surges of delight. The two bound sisters trembled, grinding their clits together in furious strokes of sheer delight. With her mouth jammed full of spurting cock, Wanda's choked-off cries sounded like a watery echo of Wilma's intense joy.
Jack hardly paused for breath. When Wanda's sucking ups had drained and swallowed his last drop, he rocked back and pulled his dripping cock from her sealed lips that released it with a "pop".
"Untie that bitch on top," Jack said. "The one with cum dripping down her chin."
Ralph moved in a daze, still quaking from the thrill of fucking cunt while an anxious ass ground hotly on the exposed root of his long shaft.
"What now?" Ralph asked when he'd freed the knots at the four corners of the bed.
"Stand them up," Jack said. "Tie them back to back so we can see both faces…"
"And both cunts," Ralph added with a grin.
Jack had the belt in his hand, swaying like a snake about to strike.
"No!" the twins cried as one.
Ralph took the belt off Wilma's neck, not knowing for certain that it was her. He did catch a look of desperate pleading in her eyes but then he saw the same look on the other side as he bound the twins by their wrists and ankles back to back. A belt flicked restlessly in his right hand.
"Game's over!" Jack said. "Which of you is my fucking wife?"
Both mouths trembled, but neither woman could say anything. They were too weak from the thrill of orgasm, and they quaked with fear of hissing leather belts.
"You, cock-breath – the one with cum smeared all over your chin… you must be Wilma, because Wanda never gave me a blow job as good as what I just got."
"No!" Wilma blurted out. The force of her cry sent dribbles of jizz dripping down her leg. She shook with fear, wishing desperately that she'd never started this crazy game of pretending to be her twin. "I'm Wilma!"
"No, I am!" Wanda insisted. She yearned to know how far the two men would go.
Ralph's eyes blazed and he lashed out with the belt in his right hand. The biting strap hit Wilma just above her gleaming cunt hair and raised a stinging welt.
Wilma yelped a tortured cry and staggered back, thrusting Wanda nearer to Jack and the hissing slash of his long belt.
The heated glare in Jack's narrow eyes chilled Wanda with fear. She knew the teasing game had gone on too long.
Ralph lashed out again, unleashing all the power of his frustration… hoping the sharp crack of heavy leather echoed off the heaving tits of the wife who had denied him for so long.
But it was Wanda whose nipples felt the ripping pain. In their frantic stumbling, the twins tied back to back had turned. Her tongue shot out as she wailed, red and slick with cum cream.
Jack flailed at Wilma's dripping slit, hoping it was his wife's. "Bitch!" he snarled. "Giving me that shit about spreading your legs for some fucking truck driver!"
Wanda cried from the other side: "Fuck you! You have that cute little cunt at work…"
Ralph grinned coldly and swung the thick lash again. He thought it must be Wilma talking about the bank teller he'd been fucking. "Sure I do – your fucking cunt was so Goddamned cold!"
"Was cold!" Wilma cried. "I want your cock now… oh, please. Fuck me, don't hit me again!"
"Yes, fuck me!" Wanda pleaded. The spreading pain brought fresh waves of desire up from the depths of her cunt.
Both belts flew at once. Two sharp cracks snapped as one, dark leather biting into sweat-gleamed flesh.
The twins wailed.
"I still can't tell," Jack said with a leering grin. The twins kept twisting around, their faces twisted into grimaces of pain.
"I don't give a shit any more," Ralph said. "They both look good to me!" The thrill of violence and the satisfaction of revenge had swelled his cock with fresh desire.
"Then you can fuck them both," Jack said. "I'm going to see that little invoice clerk with the big, beautiful boobs."
Ralph's look changed to one of sudden warmth. "And I think I'd rather fuck that little red-haired teller than either one of them."
"You bastards!" Wanda screamed. "I've never fucked a redhead before," Jack said. "Is her cunt hair red too?"
"Like fire!" Ralph said.
"God damn…" Envy tinged Jack's voice. Ralph smiled. "Let's leave these bitches tied up here, and get the others together at my place. That way we can switch off, I've never fucked a nice young blonde…"
"Great!" Jack quickly agreed. "And then we'll have no trouble telling apart!"
Wilma moaned a sigh of aching frustration when the two men had left the room. Wanda echoed the sound, her body wild with lusty need.
"I think we've just been beaten at our own game," Wanda said.
Tears trickled from Wilma's narrow eyes. "And it's all your damn fault!"
"Mine? Fuck off, sister dear – it was your idea to switch. You were so hot to impress that kinky boss of yours."
"Oh, God… didn't you say he was expecting me back tonight?"
"Yeah, for a special little party with some friends of his."
"I'm going!" Wilma decided. "My cunt is hot, and Ralph doesn't want it. I know Fred James does."
"Hey, it's my cunt he likes," Wanda reminded her.
"Then we'll both go like you said before. We'll dress alike and drive him crazy." Wilma smiled.
"How are we going to dress alike? My clothes are nothing like yours. I wouldn't be caught dead in the dumpy shit you wear."
"Used to wear," Wilma said. "First thing Monday, I'm getting some sexy clothes… I'll show that fucking Ralph and his little red fox!"
Wanda could hardly believe how her twin sister had changed. Then she laughed, tugging at the knots binding them together. "There is one way we can go looking alike," she said as she wiggled one arm free.
"How's that?" Wilma asked, rubbing her wrist. "Like we are now… stark naked!"
Fred James had been sipping brandy with his friends. When he answered a bold knock at the door, he thought for a moment that he'd had too much to drink. He was seeing double.
"Wilma?" he said, rubbing his startled eyes. "My God, I still see two of you!"
"We're twins. Identical twins!"
"It – I can see that." He breathed a gasp of unexpected pleasure, eyes darting from one naked beauty to the other. "Come in come in. I want you to meet my friends."
"Oh, my God!" Wilma almost fainted when she saw the other men. She whispered urgently behind a cupped hand, "Wanda, that dark-haired man in the corner – he's… he's the president of the bank where Ralph works!"
Wanda gasped. "The one next to him owns the plant where Jack works!"
"Strange that you should mention Ralph and Jack," Fred said with a sly smile. "They're in the next room the dungeon… with a pretty little redhead and a blonde who has the best tits I've ever seen. And they are so excited about being asked to join our exclusive club, they came in babbling about not being able to tell them apart…"
"Those bastards!" Wilma hissed sharply. "They knew all along!"
Wanda, nodded and whispered: "We've been fucked… in more ways than one."
"And I have the feeling we're going to get fucked again," Wilma said in a trembling soft whisper.
Fred James held a long braided leather whip, as black and cold as the gleam in his eyes.
The bank president held a heavy set of chains that clanked as he excitedly stripped off his clothes. The factory owner held a matching set, and he leered with an evil grin.
A muffled scream filtered into the room, a female voice tense with shrilling pain. A lusty, grunting laugh followed, a man's roar of lewd delight.
"That's Ralph's voice!" Wilma gasped.
"No, I think it's Jack…"
"They're both learning," Fred interrupted, flicking the long black lash lazily along the floor.
His two friends circled the naked twins, chains rattling like the nervous chatter of Wilma's teeth.
Wanda stood calmly, her lush body tense with desire. The bank president had a stubby thick cock that lunged from a thick tangle of crotch hair, his cock head gleaming.
Wilma cringed her eyes locked an the factory owner's long dick. His prick swayed stiffly, thin and hard as a steel rod. Thick metal cuffs dangled at the ends of the chain, open and clanking like iron jaws.
"No!" Wilma screamed, hit across the tits by the unseen whip. Her nipples swelled, throbbing with sharp pain.
Wanda got one hand up in time to partially block the next blurring strike of the whip. It coiled snake-like around her arm, winding its way toward her, wrist.
Fred tugged, yacking Wanda forward, dragging her down to her knees.
"Oh, God!" Wilma cried, eyes wide with fear and gazing blankly.
"Oooooh, good," Wanda said, shivering expectantly.
In torment, the twins were not yet exactly alike. At that moment, Ralph and Jack could have easily seen which was which… but they were both too busy to care. A strange world of new and exciting delights awaited them all.