Jack didn't know it was Wilma he'd forced down on the coffee table. He had her tied in almost the same way as when he and Wanda first sampled the curious and wildly exciting thrills of restraint and domination after her visit to the dentist. Now he had two thick pillows stuffed under her trembling ass, slanting her cunt so that he could fuck it deeper still.
He'd tired of the half measure – binding her wrists with his belt. That allowed too much freedom to move, and for some strange reason she was still fighting back.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You loved it the first time I roped you down like this."
Wilma's lips moved numb with fear. She had never felt so naked and so exposed. With her legs spread and bent beneath her, her cunt lips had parted, seething in the torment of helplessness.
"I'm-I'm not your wife," Wilma managed to croak in a trembling voice.
Jack thought it was just another of Wanda's cock teasing games. "Oh, then who the hell are you… the fucking queen of cock heaven?"
"I'm Wilma."
"Good! I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck her."
"You-you have?"
Jack nodded and drummed his hand on his dripping cock. "What I really want to do is fuck both of you at once. Imagine my big dick bouncing back and forth between two identical twats! When it was Wilma's turn, you could watch. It'd be like seeing your own cunt get fucked. Wanda, you'd love it!"
"I'm Wilma!" Wilma insisted.
He didn't believe her, he thought it was part of her prick teasing game. "My cock doesn't care who you are."
He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the table edge just above her head.
"Jack, please you've got to listen. I'm Wilma ungh!" Jack rammed into her cunt and felt it convulse with tremors of shock.
"Like I said… my cock doesn't care." He bent down and kissed her, forcing his tongue between her stubborn lips. Wilma pushed back, her tongue hammering to drive him out. "I'll say this, Wanda – you put on a damn good act. It's like you can't stand being fucked and French-kissed at the same time."
"I hate it!"
"Yes… and I just love how that makes you squirm. I've never felt – aaargh! – your fucking cunt so tight!"
"Ooooh! Ungh! Aaahh! I'm Wilma!"
The waves of Wilma's cunt tension grew tighter on the shaft of his reaming cock. She winced and closed her eyes, trembling in disbelief. Maybe it was all a terrible dream, and when she opened her eyes again he would be gone.
"Be Wilma," he said happily. "I'm starting to like her cunt!" Jack knew that Wanda knew all the right moves. Her hungry cunt pulled and sucked on his cock, wringing it dry. Tonight she wasn't like that at all.
Wilma relaxed and let his long cock glide in, then she clamped and held him tight, making it a painful delight when he went to draw back. Now she clamped to keep him out. Jack thrust with his hips, forcing his way in, loving the taut, wet friction of an unwilling cunt.
"Hhhhmmm!" he purred, grinding and twisting as his cock bottomed in her up-tilted twat.
Wilma had never submitted to sex except in what most people call the missionary position… flat on her back, legs slightly spread, her husband on top.
Jack's cock felt at least twice the size of Ralph's and with the pillow, stuffed beneath her hips, her leg's bent back under the table, his prick ground in deep at an angle that felt strange and completely new.
"Ooob," she whined. The harder she fought his ramming cock, the better he liked it.
Jack bent lower, supporting his weight on his elbows so he could maul her heaving tits. He loved their giant size, their smooth overflowing cone shapes, and her firm warm nipples. He took one, then the other, sucking hard on her ruby tips while he bottomed his long cock and felt the heat of her stubborn cunt friction.
"Hhhmmm, if I'd known Wilma's cunt was this good, I'd have fucked her years ago!"
"Uuunngh!" Wilma groaned in response to each hard driving stab of his long cock. Her eyes fluttered and stared at the top of his head while Jack bobbed hungrily from one tit to the other, grinding them with his teeth until they ached and sparked with twisting pain.
Wilma tugged against the thick cords binding her arms and legs. It was useless. She could hardly move, and writhing beneath him only excited Jack all the more.
"Aaargh!" she moaned. "It hurts!"
"You love it… I can tell by the way you squirm. Your fucking little cunt can't get enough."
Wilma ceased her struggles and tried to lie very still. It was hard. Jack's big cock pulled up on her clinging cunt lips each time he drew back, then he rammed them flat with another slamming thrust.
"Uuunnngh!"
Jack had his right hand down her side. Teasing finger-strokes made her wrench away from his touch. That twisted the clamping grip of her cunt.
"Goood!" he groaned. "And this should make it even better!" He wiggled his first finger up her ass.
"Yyyyaaaahhh!" Wilma screamed. Her shithole twitched, and she bucked her hips, thrusting to meet his hard-driving cock. "Oh, GOD!"
Grinding hips rammed her back on his ass fucking hand. The terrible torment of prick and probing finger made Wilma utter low moans of pain and disgust while her body seethed with the joys of forbidden delights. She gasped, her tortured mind wished it had never begun, and her writhing, sex-starved senses hoped that it would never end.
"Wilma?" Fred crooned softly, "Wilma, can you hear me?"
"Huh? Ungh! Yes… yes, I-I hear you." Wanda had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be her sister. Wanda's glazed eyes stared blankly, wet with tears from the steady pounding of his huge cock and the ass-ripping probe of the rigid whip handle.
Fred grunted deep sounds of savage delight and rammed with both at the same time, slamming the two knobbed heads together. They clashed together with a grinding force, battering the thin wall of tender flesh between her cunt and her ass.
The frantic beating of her heart thundered in her ears. Wanda's cunt lips burned, rubbed dry and hot by Fred's burning big cock. And the shit smeared handle of the whip kept ramming in with the same rhythm as his fucking.
Fred's body tensed, nerves twanging with delight. The tight, hot grip of her cunt made his huge cock ache, balls swaying and ready to fire. With each thrust of his hips, he felt the snug walls of her fuck hole squirm, then the padded thump when his driving cock collided with the knobbed handle of the whip that he pounded joyously up her ass.
"I-I'm cummmmming!" he moaned, wishing he could hold back and prolong the heated delight of raging lust. "Cuuummming!"
His first wet gush of cream spread like a searing lava flow.
Wanda gulped. She could almost taste it. Her eyes rolled back and she tossed her head, shivering with the warmth of his spreading flow. Slick cream greased her aching cunt. His spurting cock slid easily now, frothing each gush until her fuck hole steamed.
"Uungh! Ungh!" He stabbed in with his cock, twisting and grinding his hairy loins against the pink, frothed lips of her begging twat. At the same time he rammed the whip up her ass and twisted it, caressing the head of his own cock with its thick knob.
"Yyyyeeeehhh!" Wanda cried. Pressure mounted inside her skull. The tempo of her beating heart rang faster as the heat of impending release came near. "I'm cuuummmming too!"
"Fuuuck!" Fred groaned and shoved his cock deep inside, spurting hot jets of creamy jism that bubbled back and burned the throbbing shaft of his long cock. He made one last brutal stab. His tense body twitched with spasms of release then he was still and gasped for breath.
"Wilma…" he said, regaining his breath. "I want you to come…"
"Oooh, God – I just did. Can't you feel it?"
"Yes, of course…" Tight tremors of joy still rippled up and down his back. "…I mean come here to the house again. I'm giving a little bash tomorrow night for same special friends. I know they'd all like to meet you… their tastes are so much like mine."
"Oh?" Wanda said, her voice still weak and shivering.
An hour later, Wanda drove home in a daze, her neck sore, her wrists rubbed raw by the binding metal bands that Fred James did not unlock until she had become too weak to stand, too exhausted to respond to the heated frenzy of his brutal cock.
She felt a chill getting out of the car, her long dress hung in tatters, ripped apart by the sting of the whip. Wanda clutched the shredded cloth to her aching, naked flesh and tiptoed up the front steps.
A faint light glowed through the living-room drapes. She stopped, panting nervously, and peered through a narrow crack between the thick folds of cloth.
Wanda could see her husband Jack inside, his eyes clamped tightly shut, his strong body beaded with sweat while his beautiful blue-veined cock spiked in and out of her twin sister's cunt. Wanda gasped, then seethed.
Jack had Wilma tied to the coffee table with drapery cord, her ass upraised by sofa pillows, slanting her cunt at the perfect angle to meet and hold the stabbing length of his big prick.
Wanda could see Wilma wince each time Jack rammed his cock into her. Wilma squirmed beneath his grinding weight, pulling against the cords holding her in bondage. Wanda could see Jack's finger pumping in and out of Wilma's ass, and Wanda felt envious tension in her own shiner.
She groaned, pressing her nose flat against the glass for a better view. It was so crazy, watching her husband fuck a woman who looked so much like her like watching in a mirror. But Wanda could not feel the heat of his cock or the wiggling finger he hooked and twisted in her twin sister's ass.
"I want it!" Wanda said.
When she had left the mansion on the hill, her body ached so much that she wondered if she would ever want to fuck again. Her wrists still burned where the tender flesh had been scraped by the grinding metal bands. But the heat of raw flesh felt nothing like the steaming envy in her cunt and ass.
"Damn it, he's my husband!" Wanda's hot breath fogged the glass. She had to wipe it with the back of her hand to see through.
Wilma saw the waving motion through half shut, pain-glazed eyes. "Oh, good!" she groaned.
"Uunngh!" Jack roared in response. "So, you finally admit that you like it!"
"No!" Wilma shrieked. "I mean, good that Wanda is finally home!"
Wilma could see her wanton twin squinting through the glass, jealousy flicking her tongue as she watched her husband fuck like some crazed wild beast.
Jack's eyes never strayed from her moaning lips. His hands held Wilma's big tits, mauling and squeezing and making her nipples burn. He sucked hard on one firm red-crowned heaving tit.
"Hhhhooo!" Wilma cried. "Why don't you come in?"
She could see Wanda watching through the window her face distorted by the glass, her hot breath jetting all around like billows of steam.
"Come in!" Wilma cried.
Jack thought she was moaning at him. "I am in! You stupid cunt… can't you feel my cock?"
"Uuunnngh! Yes, God yes! Ooooh, no!"
Jack stabbed her harder, screwing and twisting the root of his hairy dick around in her tender twat slit.
"And can't you feel the finger I have rammed in your ass?"
"Aaah! Yes! Oh, shit yes! No!" Jack poked two fingers into her aching shithole spreading them as he twisted them in.
"No, what? You can't feel two fingers?"
"I mean, no… I can't stand any more!"
"I ought to ream your ass with my whole fucking fist!"
Wanda jerked outside the window, wiping it again with frenzied sweeps of her hand. It was crazy watching her husband fuck. A hand still wet and cold from wiping the glass dropped and spread the tatters of her dress, digging for her drooling cunt slit. She moaned as chilled fingers twirled the nub of her bulging clit.
Jack kept fucking her sister, grunting angry, sultry, beastly sounds of satisfaction. Wanda felt her own breathing shift to the same excited rhythm. Her tits heaved, nipples straining with desire as she increased the grinding pressure on her clit and slid her other hand back to her ass, a long, red-nailed finger reaching out.
"Hhhungh!" Wanda said with a grunt, working the finger deep, to carbon-copy Jack's savage reaming of her twin sister's ass.
"Ooooh!" Wilma moaned, and she arched her back, pulling wildly against the cord binding her wrists. Her seething cunt oil flowed wet and free, and the sheath of nerves ringing her fuck tunnel began to tingle with raging joy.
"You bitch," Jack growled, "I knew you were faking… I knew you wanted my cock!"
"Yes…" Her lips trembled warmly, kissing his. "Fuck me!" she moaned. "Fuck me harder… as hard as you can!"
Wanda, that bitch, was watching through the window, stroking her clit and jamming her ass, excited by watching her husband's long cock rip in and out of another cunt. Well, Wilma decided, I'll really give her something to watch!
Wilma jerked up her head, lips grinding and wet with passion. Jack smothered them with a clinging kiss, jabbing his tongue roughly into her mouth. She sucked on the rasp of his tongue until her checks collapsed and squirmed like the restless tunnel of her cunt.
"Aaagggh!" Wilma said with an anguished sigh. Wilma could see her sister's eyes blaze with cuntal satisfaction. Wilma loved the way it made Wanda squirm to watch Jack's big cock slide, in and out of a cunt exactly the match of hers loving even more the hot feel of his long prick.
"Uuungh!" Wilma said with a grunt as she took each deep thrust. At first she had felt only the horror of restraint, the chilling, animal fear of bondage. Then came humiliation, the brutal anguish of being bound and helpless, a trembling slave to a savage cock. Now, despite her instincts, Wilma felt the warmth of slow spreading joy.
It ran deep from the hollow of her aching twat. The heat and throb of Jack's big prick made her innermost nerves twitch with raw delight. It was nothing Wilma had ever felt before, a seething joy an obscene honeymoon of lewd gratification, the pleasure doubled because she knew her horny twin was being forced to watch her husband's giant cock fill and strain another begging cunt.
"More!" Wilma gasped, her teeth grinding. "Fuck my cunt! Stab my ass!Aaagoghhh! Yes! Yes!"
Wanda couldn't stand it any more. She drove her finger into her twat and tried to match the force of Jack's demanding thrusts. She ripped two fingers up her ass, thrashing and gasping in tormented desire.
"I need a cock!" Wanda wailed, "I just can't do it with my fingers!"
She rocked her hips and pressed as hard as she could, grinding the heel of one hand on her thick muff of silky cunt hair, the other on the slit of her ass.
Wilma watched it all, feeling her own frustrated passions soar. Jack's throbbing cock tensed as he drove it in. She could feel it shivering response to an intense wave of swelling delight. Jack groaned clamping his eyes shut, rolling his head as his lips pulled tight and hissed warping breath like a jet of escaping steam.
"I'm cummmmming!" he growled.
"Meeee tooooo!" Wilma could hardly believe it. Her eyes misted with a smoky haze of expectant joy. Her cunt muscles clamped on Jack's heaving cock, tight and wet, insanely alive with lewd desire.
Jack threw his full weight on her, mauling both tits with hands trapped between their writhing bodies.
Wilma's mind whirled with too many thoughts. He thinks it's his horny wife about to receive his heavy load but she's outside, fucking her own cunt and ass with her fingertips, pretending she's me. The old me… frigid, unresponsive Wilma. Dud wife and dreary cunt. Wilma laughed. The old Wilma was gone. The pain of bondage had forced her to endure the fury of a grinding cock, and now, in her bewildered mind, she found she delighted in the joyous suffering!
Wilma's eyes wrenched shut, cords bulging tensely in her neck. The searing pleasure of pain burned all other thoughts from her twisted mind. She gasped a quick breath as she felt the first thick spurt of jism pump into her delirious cunt. She made her wet cunt muscles grind against his cock.
Jack grimaced as though he had to wring the stuff from his aching nuts.
"God, I love how your cunt clings!"
I'm good! Wilma's mind roared in triumph. As good or better than any fucking cunt there is! I'll show him. I'll show Jack and his beautiful big cock how hot and tight my twat can be. I'll show Wanda too. She'll have to watch and wish and burn with envy!
"Ooooh! Fuck me, Jack!"
He couldn't hear. His heart beat like raging thunder in his ears. Bolts of liquid lightning spurted from his cock. He couldn't believe how snug and tight his wife's cunt had become… how it pulled and twisted and so forcefully milked his dick.
"You're the best!" he groaned. "Oh, God I love the way you fuck my big cock!"
"The best!" Wilma crooned. Then she smiled, wondering: Can you hear that, Wanda? Jack likes my cunt best! Better than yours, you horny bitch! Better than any!
"Ungh! Ungh! Aargh! I'm gonna fuck you full, pump your twat until it drips hot cream!"
"Oooh, Jack do it! Drown my twat. Make it bubble!" Her grinding climax began, and then Wilma could think of nothing else. She moaned and screamed, squirming beneath Jack's twat crushing weight. She pulled in a wild frenzy against the heavy cords that bound her wrists and set her tortured mind free at last.
When the last joyous shiver had passed when Wilma could breathe deeply, still trembling from the ecstatic thrill of complete release, she turned to the breath-fogged window and leered, letting Wanda see bow much she loved to wring the dripping length of lack's big cock.
But the fog of hot breath on the front window had cleared. Wanda wasn't there.