Wanda felt a twinge of envy as she drove Wilma's clunky old car up the winding road toward the top of the hill. Huge, fine homes with acres of lawn lined both sides. Here the monthly payment she and Jack made on their tract home would not pay to cut the grass. And the homes got even larger and more widely spaced apart as she neared the top.
Beside being a devilishly handsome and distinguished-looking son of a bitch, Wilma's would be boss Fred James obviously had money. Big money! His ornate, ultra-modern house stood on the very crest of the hill.
Wanda remembered hearing rumors about him years ago when he first married Victoria Cunningham that Fred James had once been a strong-arm collector for a loan shark working down on the docks.
Wanda had not thought much about it. Mostt whispered gossip was pure shit, or it would turn out to be some simple thing blown all out of proportion like an over inflated balloon. She smiled as she turned into the wide, semi-circular drive curving up to the house. An over inflated balloon that's what Vicky Cunningham looked like in pictures Wanda saw in the local paper. No wander Fred James had the hots for other women. Fucking his wife would be like fucking a barrel of lard.
A sleek red Italian sports car gleamed beside the white stone pillars framing the front door. Parked by the curb, the low-slung car seemed to be straining with raw power. It appeared to be crouched, like a stealthy cat ready to pounce.
Behind such an impressive machine, Wilma's old station wagon looked like a heap of scrap metal a wallowing gas hog built years before anyone ever heard of an energy crisis. But, Wanda thought, as she switched off the key, the sluggish car fit her ungainly twin sister perfectly.
Then why, Wanda wondered, was a man like Fred James interested in a frump like Wilma? Maybe he wasn't. Considering her for the job as his private secretary could have been just a gesture to keep peace and the illusion of fairness in the office steno pool. Wilma did say the other women in line for the job were all better looking, and obviously more willing to please the top man.
Wanda smiled. If that was it, Fred James and all the rest of them were in for one hell of a surprise!
Wanda took a deep breath, swelling her proud tits to strain the front of her low-cut gown, then she smoothed her gleaming long hair and eagerly pressed a finger on the doorbell.
"Yyyeee! Agh! Unnngh. No… damn it, that hurts!" Poor Wilma chanted sounds of pain, wincing, as Jack crouched behind her, rimming the hole of her up thrust ass with the swollen head of his jizz-dripping cock.
The last of his slick fluids would grease her tiny shit-hole and smooth the stab of his heated cock. Jack's mind still burned with rage, thinking that it was his wife Wanda bent over with her wrists bound and her head bowed like a humble slave.
"Your brain and your ass are both full of shit!" Jack said. "That can't hurt… I've hardly touched you!"
Even the thought of a cock ramming her ass made Wilma's prudish mind squirm. It was surely a sin… an unnatural and disgusting perversion that only a warped mind would even consider.
"Don't!" she pleaded. "Please don't. Aagghhh!"
Jack sneered. "Shit, all you can feel is a little touch."
"Uuunnngh!" The thought of more pain made her mind squirm, and writhing motions of torment worked their way to Wilma's fingertips. "Wwwhhhaaa? What are you doing now?"
She could feel Jack's hot breath on her back between her tightly bound wrists.
"I'm teasing, you bitch! You gave me that shit about fucking some truck driver… now I'm going to give you a little back!" Jack glanced down at the size of his straining cock and chuckled with sly satisfaction. "Did I say, give you a little? Hot shit, I'm going to give you a lot!"
Anger and lusty hunger for revenge had kept his cock swelled with surging blood even when the last jet of spurting cum had sprayed Wilma's clinging throat. He could hardly wait to ram it deep in the even tighter hole of her ass!
"No!" Wilma gasped. "I-I've never done it before! I couldn't stand your big cock up my ass!"
"You love it!" Jack said. He knew Wanda loved a cock up her ass. "And what's this crap about you've never done it before? I fuck your ass more often than your cunt!"
"Oooh, God!" Wilma groaned. She could not imagine even her sexy twin submitting to anything as awful and degrading as ass-fucking.
Jack bent down and kissed her wiggling fingertips. The rich scent of leather filled his lungs.
Wilma strained against the belt, still trying vainly to struggle free. She was startled by the gentle touch of his lips and relieved that the head of his cock no longer pressed against her puckered dark hole.
"Like that?" he asked as he nibbled her fingers, swirling them softly with his wet tongue.
"Yesss!" she hissed. "I like it slot."
"Next you'll want me to kiss your little shithole."
"No!"
"What do you mean, no? That's what you want most of the time… for me to bend down and kiss your Goddamned ass! Well now baby, I'm going to do it; I'm going to tongue whip your little butt until it hisses steam!"
"Aaaggghhhh!" Wilma jerked her hips and tried to pull away, but Jack grabbed the long hair streaming down her back and pulled like a rider reining a rebellious horse. "Ooowww!"
His tongue darted around the dark rim of her shithole, wetting the tightly puckered ring and lapping up salty traces of cum left by his drooling cock head.
Shivering apprehension twisted the cramped tube of her ass, her asshole drawing together tighter and tighter each time his swirling tongue danced around.
"You love it, you fucking slut… I can feel your little ass squirm!"
"Nnnooo! Nooo! Uuunnngh!" Wilma's whole body convulsed with creeping horror when the tip of his tongue pressed between her mushy asshole. "I can't stand it!" she wailed.
She clenched her ass with the same force used to nip off turds.
"Uungh!" Jack grunted in reply.
Pungent gasses seared his lungs, and a powerful taste made his tonge smart with stinging joy. He gasped hot breath into the crack between her heaving cheeks and wiggled his tongue farther in.
"Yyyoooowww!" Wilma cried. In nightmares she sometimes dreamed of being raped by a snake, and this, she thought, was how it would feel! "Out!" she moaned. "Oh, take it out!"
Jack gushed another anxious breath and spiked in deep with his tongue. He wiggled the tip of his tongue, turning in tight circles inside her tunnel of heavy restraint.
Her wavering ass muscles clamped and squirmed against his tongue.
The heavy taste grew stronger deep inside. His mouth drew tight from the bitter taste, his lips slammed to form a tight seal on the outer ring of her puckered ass.
"Wwwhhhooofff!" he said, blowing a stab of hot breath up her butt.
"Sssshhiiit!" Wilma screamed.
The air blast enema sank so deep that it felt as if Jack's breath came bursting from her lips.
"I'm going to shit!" she cried. "I can't hold it any more!" A powerful spasm gripped her gut and tremors rushed to meet Jack's invading tongue.
He pulled away, laughing. "I'll help you hold it, honey!" Then he rammed the head of his huge cock into her ass.
"Hubnngh!" Wilma writhed and pulled her arms against the leather belt. "Hhharrrgh! Ungli. Ooooo."
Her mind and body both lurched from, the sudden pain of his driving cock.
Jack slowed his demanding thrust, surprised at how tight her little shithole was. Wanda knew how to relax and eagerly take him in. But now tight muscles, fought against him, wringing his cock with tortured waves.
Wilma's wiggling fingers could feel his coarse muff of cock hair as he pushed in his long prick, stirring a smoldering desire of her dark, forbidden tube. She gasped, rocking her head, swirling her long hair into moving waves of silk.
Jack adjusted the position of his knees behind her and reached around to grip her tits. As often as he'd felt them, he never tired of his wife's fantastic tits full and firm and finely coned with rock hard little nipples that blazed like heating coals.
"Hhhaaa!" Wilma gasped with a startled breath. Milking fingers caressed her tits, teasing her taut nipples until they burned. With each tit stroke came the prod of his cock sinking deeper.
"Oooh, your shithole is so tight!" Jack said, grinding his teeth in response to the clinging grip of her ass.
"I-I know!" Wilma answered with a grunt.
She trembled like a virgin bride. Her tongue flicked in a circle around her lips, tasting again the salty-sweet flavor of cum… relaxing her taut lips into a grin when the pain she expected never came. Jack had his cock in deep now, she could feel rough hair chafing the cheeks of her ass each time he drove his prick in.
"Uuungh! Tight!" he groaned.
Wilma gripped him tighter still, not in fear but in raging joy. She could feel, almost count the bulging blue veins on the shaft of his long dick.
"I-I like it!" she said in a voice choked with surprise.
Her tightly bound hands thrashed and clawed at the hairs fringing his dick root. A thumb and one finger ringed and clamped at the base of his shaft, mauling his cock with the same pulsing rhythm that came from his milking hands on her tits.
"Hhhhaaaa!" Jack yelped in surprise. Wanda had never done that before… try to hold his cock and jack him off while he fucked in and out of her ass. Double waves of tight, demanding pressure sent jolts of grinding joy to his aching nuts. "Uuungh!"
"Oh,fuck my ass!" Wilma begged. She could not believe her own pleading wail. Her head tossed in a strongly negative gesture and she cried through clenched teeth: "No! No!"
"Make up your fucking mind!" Jack said with a snort. He jabbed hard and deep with one thrust, slow and silky smooth with the next.
His strangely timed thrusts increased the flickering torment in Wilma's mind. One moment she wanted more, the next her body heaved and wanted none at all.
"Ooooh stop!" she begged. "Don't! Hhhhaaa don't stop! Drive it in. Oh, ream my little shitter. Ram it fucking full!"
Jack's hairy loins drummed on her creamy smooth cheeks, rubbing them raw with matted hair, stinging the welts left by the belt that bound her wrists so tightly. Faster and faster he jammed in his aching cock, crushing the hand she had circled around its root.
"Uuunngh. Uuunngh!" No gentleness now, the blazing fire of lust in his nuts spurred him to fuck her ass, as hard and fast as his blurring hips could move.
"Yyyyeeee-ooqow!" Wilma moaned in a fluttering daze. His reaming big cock felt like it might rip her asshole in two. The burning sensation driven so deep must have hurt, but in her tangled mind it felt so good. In a mind half stunned and shuddering from the savage awakening of her long-suppressed desires, Wilma began to wonder what might have happened if she had gone to see Fred James herself, instead of sending her sexy twin in her place.
"Good evening," Fred said as he opened the heavy, hand carved wooden door. Then he gasped the usually strong line of his jaw hanging slack in surprise. "Wilma?" he asked. A questioning look cut deep creases in his brow. "Wilma, is that you?"
"It's me," Wanda lied, a warm grin curved invitingly on her full, red lips.
"I don't believe it!" Fred's eyes drifted up and down caught and held by the creamy soft canyon between her proud tits. The plunging neckline of her slinky red gown showed Wanda's tits at their best.
"At the office you look so… so…"
"Dull?" Wanda suggested.
"Er, yes. Dull. But now…" Fred's leering eyes slid down to the flare of her smoothly rounded hips and the restless dome of her pussy mound. It rose and fell temptingly in rhythm with her breathing.
"They say you can't judge a book by its cover," Wanda said.
"True!" Fred agreed. "Quite true!"
Never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined that so much sexy woman flesh lurked beneath Wilma's usually dumpy clothes.
"Come in."
Wanda's eyes swept the entry hall and a large room beyond, a library, with shelves packed with expensive looking leather bound books. No paper backs, no book club bargains everything richly bound in dark shades and imprinted with gleaming gold. Then her eyes flicked back to her smiling host.
"You don't look the same either," Wanda said. In the pictures Wilma showed her, Fred James wore custom tailored suits the perfect model for the well-dressed executive look. Now his lean, hard looking frame was clothed in leather – a snug fitting black suit, supple and smooth.
"Er, you're right," he said, unconsciously fingering the lapels of his jacket. "Black leather is a bit, much for the executive suite."
"I think it looks very nice." Wanda stepped forward and ran her hands down his chest in an open gesture of admiration.
"Thank you," he said with a curious note of discomfort. Fred had noticed something different in her eyes as well. Wilma usually had the dull, sexless look of a nun. Now her eyes flashed brightly with expectation.
"Where is everybody else?" Wanda asked. The only sound she could hear was their measured, slightly tense breaths.
"Er, you're the first one here," he said. His hungry grin curved wider and desire flashed in his dark, probing eyes. He didn't tell her that she would also be the only one with him that night.
Fred felt a small tremor of disappointment when he first saw Wilma standing outside the front door.
He had been expecting the dull, sexless creature who haunted the office steno pool, the dumpy, lifeless cunt who reminded him so much of the wife he had grown to hate.
Fred looked forward to training Wilma as he had Vicky long ago… turning her on wildly with the savage violence of lusty frustration.
Now that he had adjusted fully to the sight of her inviting beauty, he looked forward to the long evening. It was plain shit-ass stupid to want to relive the past to punish and subdue some lackluster cunt while pretending she was his bitchy, demanding wife. He smiled, thinking how much better it would be to enjoy Wilma as he saw her now willing and sexy and restless with desire. No matter how eager her itching twat might be, Wilma would never imagine what he had planned for her.
"You're very beautiful," he said in a voice as tense and hard as his swelling cock.
"Thank you," Wanda said. "I do like to dress up for a few very special occasions."
Wanda stepped close to him and snaked her sinewy arms around Fred's neck, swaying her shoulders and rocking her hips to flatten her full breasts against him and tease her damp cunt slit against the cool, sleek feel of his elegant black leather outfit.
"Very sexy too," Fred said on a sharply in drawn breath.
Her slinky red gown gleamed as brightly as dripping virgin cunt blood, and the lush warmth of her tempting curves stirred anxiously in the powerful grip of his circling arms.
Fred's cock throbbed with restless urgency. Wanda could feel his prick straining and swelling between them, hammering with pulses like distant thunder.
"Hhhmmm," she purred, pressing her, hips to his groin and twitching them to tease the monster even more.
For one brief moment Wanda thought of her husband Jack and the line of shit he tried to lay on her about working late so he could stab his horny cock into his cute new clerk and her tight young cunt. Well, she thought with a devilish grin that's a game that two can play then a surge of raging desire swept all thoughts of her husband and her marriage vows to some dim corner of her mind. She wanted cock and she knew she was going to get it!
"This way," Fred James said, swiveling out of her grasp, adjusting the pounding length of his huge cock inside his tight fitting leathers.
Wanda followed him down a wide hall to another pair of thick, hand-carved wooden doors. Two antique suits of armor stood as though on guard just outside. They looked so real and sinister that she thought the knights of old might still be inside. One held a long handled battle axe aloft with a gleaming, razor sharp blade. The other held a mace a short, thick-handled club from which dangled a length of chain and a heavy round ball studded with sharp spikes.
Wanda shivered at the sight of their vicious weapons.
Fred grinned, knowing that what she could see was only a hint of all that lay beyond the heavy oak-planked door.