Wilma sprawled limp in the middle of the large bed usually shared by Jack and his wife, her wanton twin. All night, Jack thought it was Wanda he had bound and fucked with his massive, untiring cock.
A thankful, "Goodbye," was all she muttered when he said he was leaving for his weekly handball game with Ralph at the Athletic Club where they both worked out, "Good riddance!" Wilma said when he was safely out the door.
Her muscles still ached from the torture of restraint. Worse was the tangled pain in her mind. In a way she could not believe it had happened, but she had raw red welts on her wrists and ankles to remind her. And she could still taste the slick remains of salty cream shot deep into her throat.
"Ugh!" she grumbled, rising weakly on one elbow. It all seemed so horrible and disgusting now. Wilma's prudish mind refused to admit that in the heat of passion she had actually begged Jack to fuck harder and subject her to even wilder abuse.
"Hi," Wanda said in a weary voice. Wanda stood at the bedroom door wearing one of Wilma's frumpy dresses. There wasn't enough left of her gown to wear home in the bright light of day. Fred James had slashed it to rags with the biting tongue of the long black whip.
"Where have you been all night?" Wilma asked, sullen anger snapped in her voice as sharp as the crack of braided leather.
Wanda avoided answering directly. "Well, I couldn't just walk in the door while Jack had you tied to the coffee table. He thought that was me he was fucking."
"He thought it was you he was fucking all night. After the table, he had me all tied up in bed!" Wilma scowled and massaged her burning wrists.
"And you loved it," Wanda said. "After he fucked the cobwebs out of your cunt…"
"I did not!" Wilma raged. "I've never been through anything so horrible and disgusting! I may never be the same…"
"Let's hope not," Wanda said spitefully. "Ralph won't want you back the way you were."
"What? Were you with him… with Ralph?"
"Well, sure. You were busy with mine, and Ralph was expecting you home."
"What happened?" Wilma demanded hoarsely. Wanda shot her a sly smile. "Ralph got a lot more than he expected… and so did you."
"I don't… I won't believe it. Ralph would never…"
"He thought it was you," Wanda reminded her.
Wilma looked like she might faint.
Wanda smiled. "He tore up your dumpy old nightgown and used it to tie me spread-eagled on the bed. He fucked my ass, then my cunt… then he took the gag out of my mouth and made me suck his cock until it got hot enough to do it all again."
"Oh, God in heaven!"
"It was all your idea," Wanda said. "You're the one who wanted to pull the switch to impress your boss…"
"I-I almost forgot about that. What happened with him?"
Wanda turned slowly, peeling off Wilma's sack like dress. "First he whipped the living shit out of me," she said, softly fingering the red welts criss-crossing her smooth white skin. "He had me chained like a fucking slave – and that's exactly what I was. He's hotter and wilder than Jack and Ralph put together."
Wilma moaned and then violently shook her head. "NO! I don't believe it. Not Mr. James…"
"Honey, that horny son of a bitch has a whole room in that fancy house of his set up like a torture chamber he saw in an old castle somewhere."
"I could never believe anything so… so warped about Mr. James."
"Well…" Wanda flashed a teasing grin, "you'll have a chance to see for yourself tonight. He's expecting me… or you back there tonight."
"What?"
"For a special little party with some friends of his."
"I can't. I could never do anything like that."
"Well, I can't take your place forever, Wilma."
"But… but!"
"You won't have to go alone. I'm going with you. I wouldn't miss it for anything."
"Then why do I have to go?"
"Because he's your boss, and he's expecting you. Last night he thought you were the greatest. Tonight he'll think you're better yet, because we'll take turns. We'll dress alike, like we did when we were little, and we'll wring that cock of his dry before we're through."
"Oh, we'll never get away with anything like that!"
"We fooled our own husbands, didn't we?"
"Yes, but…"
Wanda stroked her neck where the metal collar had scraped it raw. "Right now we don't look exactly alike," she said. "But we can soon fix that!"
"What are you saying? Wanda, what are you going to do?" Wilma curled in a defensive ball, frightened by the wild gleam in eyes that were usually exactly like hers.
Wanda grabbed Jack's thickest leather belt off a hook on the inside of the closet door. "This isn't metal, but I think it'll do."
"Wanda!" Wilma screamed then followed with a shrill cry of terror. Her twin sister looped the end of the belt through the thick buckle and came toward her swinging it like a noose. "Wwwhhhaaaa!" she cried when it tightened around her throat.
Wilma's hand flew up to fight the tightening loop, but her leering twin sister laughed at her feeble efforts and viciously jerked it tight.
"Don't fight it, you'll choke!" Wanda warned her struggling twin. Wanda lashed the free end of the belt to the frame at the head of the bed, pulling her gasping sister down flat on her back, Wanda tugged at the tangled knob leaving top little slack for Wilma to wiggle free.
"Now…" A fierce look of insane joy filled Wanda's darting, eyes. Wanda's lush body trembled anxiously. Jewel-bright beads of sweat burst over her body. "…that'll mark your neck. All you'll need then is a welt here and there!"
Wanda plucked another belt off the hook, thin and dark and shining bright Wilma gazed in horror at its evil gleam.
"Noooo!" Wilma cried, Wanda gazed at her reflection in the large mirror an the wall at the foot of the bed, carefully memorizing the pattern of raw welts. Then she spun around quickly, swinging the belt back over her head.
"Yyyyeeeaaow!" Wilma shrieked as the belt came slashing down. The biting sting made her gulp, cringing in fear, still tugging with both hands at the tight collar around her neck. She wailed, hit again even before she could catch her breath.
Wanda stood over her, eyes bright with a mad sense of power. She sensed now why Fred, Ralph and Jack all enjoyed the perverse pleasures of bondage, why it thrilled them to see a woman writhe in pain… to beg meekly, to whine and mumble and finally submit to the raging power of a demanding cock.
The shock of it all was the way sharp pain turned to intense pleasure. Wanda thought she understood that now too. Many women, like her twin Wilma, lived in a kind of mental bondage because of their puritanical upbringing. A mind conditioned to consider the joys of sex as somehow evil was more a slave than a body in chains.
But when helplessly tied, strapped or chained, the mind was set free. The body was free of blame for wanting, craving the hot strength of a raging cock. Even the bite of a whip brought pleasure in the form of punishment for having such obscene desires. Helpless, humiliated, and severely punished at the start, the body was then set loose from years of mental restraint.
Wanda smiled and struck again with the whip like belt.
"Aaayyy!" Wilma cried, her lush body twisting as a long red welt matched the one on her twin who still leered with lewd delight as she coiled the lash. "Noooo!"
"Yessss!" Wanda lashed down again.
"Yeeeooow!" Wilma shrieked. Her hands that had clenched hard around the binding loop of leather at her neck opened with a jerk of shocking pain, spread wide and slid down her chest. She cupped her heaving tits and rolled two bulging hot nipples with her thumbs.
"Hhhhmmm," Wilma purred. Sparks of joy came faster then the spread of pain. Wilma's right hand moved down across the rapid rise and fall of her sleek belly dome to the rich thatch of curly cunt hair between her legs.
"Naughty girl!" Wanda hissed. She sounded just like their mother had years ago. "Naughty… naughty…naughty!"
Wanda swung the whip with all her strength.
Wilma whimpered. Her graceful fingers had found the damp nub of her swollen clit. Jolts of blinding delight completely blocked the sense of pain from her mind. But Wanda's taunting voice echoed, in a misty haze of joy. Naughty… naughty… naughty! Once when the two young twins were taking a bath together, they'd reached beneath the soapy water to fondle each other's cunts. They were both too young to fully understand, but not too young to feel the tingling delight that spread from their forbidden slits.
Their mother found them locked together, their legs intertwined, young hands groping and probing while they gasped in startled joy. She spanked them both, hard across the bottom and harder still across their guilty hands.
Wilma recalled it vividly, and the lesson had lingered all the years since. Now Wilma felt ready to shrug off the stern demands of prudish self denial. "Wanda…" she said with a moan. "Remember in the bath, how we felt our little twats?"
"I remember," Wanda said with a smile.
Shyly, Wilma went on, a warm blush coloring her cheeks: "We could do it again… no one will stop us not."
"Yes, we could…" Wanda had been thinking exactly that since she first picked up the leather belt. She let it slip from her hand and lay on the bed beside her trembling twin.
Timidly, Wilma moved her hand from the damp slit of her own twat to the snug dark hollow of her sister's cunt. "It's… it's exactly like mine."
"Hhhmmmmm, yes!" Wanda said, responding to the gentle stroking of her sister's hand. She reached across amid rolled Wilma's clit with spiral motions of her first finger.
Aaahhhh, Wilma gasped. "It feels better now than it did when we small."
"You've grown up," Wanda said, slowly increasing the speed and strength of her spiral strokes.
"I've grown up a lot," Wilma said. She stirred in the glowing warmth that spread from her eager cunt. "I-I never thought I could feel this way."
"You can feel even better," Wanda said. She drew back her hand and turned, dropping her head to Wilma's cunt.
Wanda's wet tongue rolled Wilma's clit exactly as her finger had done, but the feel of her mouth sent new wild shivers pulsing to Wilma's head.
"Oooh," Wilma gasped. "I love it! But-but I could never do anything like that to you."
"Yes, you can – you don't have any choice."
"Whhh-aaat!"
Wanda's tongue swirled around Wilma's clit, fanning it with a wet heat like nothing she'd ever felt. Without missing one twisting tongue stroke, Wanda swung her slender legs astride her twin's chest, feeling the warmth of Wilma's breasts as she clamped her legs along her sides. Slowly, she lowered her drooling cunt slit toward Wilma's trembling lips.
"No!" Welma groaned. "No, I-I caa't."
Wilma turned her head and tried to squirm away from the dark, musky hole coming closer and closer to her lips. But with the belt drawn tight around her neck, Wilma could barely move.
"Aaaggghhh!" Wilma gasped. Wanda pressed her furry slit down on the side of Wilma's mouth. "Muummmph!" Now she could not escape the wet touch of strong-smelling cunt.
"Ooooh!" Wanda cried when she felt her sister's warm breath between her legs. She clamped her grip and squirmed down harder on Wilma's mouth.
Wilma gasped a moan of defeat her face locked in a fleshy vise. Wanda's cunt kept pressing on her lips.
"Yyyaaahhh!" Wilma cried, thrashing and squirming, exciting Wanda all the more. Her tongue danced on Wilma's juicy clit in an ever tightening spiral of lust.
Wilma's mouth begin to grind out a whine of protest, but the soft wet lips of her sister's cunt pressed down in an obscene kiss, closing in on her mouth.
"Aaayyh!" Wanda yelped. Wilma's grinding lips made her cunt seethe with suppressed desire. "EAT ME!" Wanda roared, raising her head to shout then plunging back hungrily on Wilma's cunt.
"Mmmunngh," Wilma said. Her ups pulsed, stung by the bitter sweet taste of cunt. Her tongue shot out, timidly at first – then harder, twisting and swirling with excitement as she felt her twin sister squirm above her face.
The lapped and sucked each other with a furious hunger held back too long. Slurping sounds gushed from wet lips – mouth against cunt, cunt against mouth. Two stabbing tongues spun and whirled like rotor blades, two gaping twats fringed with wet fur, slick and damp with smoldering desire.
Breathless, Wilma's mind ran back in time. "Miss Wilson, the gym teacher, wanted to eat my cunt once," she recalled.
Wanda chuckled as she slurped her sister's steaming juices. "You know why?"
"Noooo!" Wilma cried tensely. The sting of pleasure felt needle sharp. Twitches of joy kept her head pulling and jerking at the heavy belt around her neck. At least her hands were free. She reached to grab her sister's dangling tits. "Why?" she asked as she felt Wanda respond to her clinging grasp.
"She must have thought you were me. She sucked my cunt and licked my little clit almost every day."
Wilma nearly choked in horror. "Hey," Wanda said, pausing between hungry tongue lashes. "Women suck twat better then most men. I loved it… and I still do!"
With a grunt, Wanda pressed her pussy down on her twin's mouth and twisted her juicy slit against her quaking lips.
"Some men don't like the taste of cunt," Wanda said. "Others just can't suck worth shit. But a woman… she knows exactly what to do."
"Ooooh?" Wilma's moan had a doubtful sound.
"Just eat me like you want me to eat you."
"Ooooh!" Wilma attacked her twin's dripping cunt with swelling desire, showing her what she wanted done to herself.
As faithful and exact as a shadow, two faces, two twats ground together, each matching the other's moves.
"Fuck me!" Wilma cued. She could hardly believe the pleading howl came from her. "Fuck my cunt!" The passionate sucking and slurping had stirred desires deep in the cramped hole of her twat.
"I don't have a cock," Wanda reminded her, still hungry for the sultry taste of cunt.
"Aaaaggghhh!" Wilma cried, her body restless and twisted with newfound desire.
"I'll do what I can," Wanda said. Licking her sister's twat sauce from her lips, she spun around to face her throwing herself down on top of her.
"Hhhuuuugh!" Wilma gushed, welcoming the pressing weight and the warmth of Wanda's squirming flesh against her own.
Their twin cunt mounds clashed, grinding their fuzzy pink lips together, baring their identical clits. Wanda grunted and rocked her hips, thrusting just as though she had a giant prick between her shapely legs.
Their lusty, tongue-licked clits met head on, squishing in warm cunt honey. Wanda knew that Wilma was learning that much of a woman's pleasure come from grinding pressure on her clit.
Wanda rammed down on her twin with her tense little nub. Wilma bucked to meet her, screwing her hips and clamping her eyes tightly shut in the heat of obscene joy. Her mind still partly refused to believe what was happening, and she still could not fully accept the fact that it felt so fucking good.
"Aaaahhh!" Wilma moaned. "Oooohhh!"
Wanda pressed down with all her strength, gushing hot breath and tangling her hands in her sister's long hair. But no amount of furious cunt grinding could satisfy either one like a big cock. As that thought settled on them both, they began to hump and wail in aching frustration, both straining to reach a searing climax just out of their grasp.
So wild was their desire to obtain release, they completely lost track of time. Their two matching bodies twined and ground themselves together, delirious each time they felt their passions soar – sadly frustrated when they could not reach the joyous peak of intense release.
Finally Wilma slumped, gasping and weak. "I just can't do it!" she moaned. "Oh, Wanda I wish you had a cock two feet long!"
"How about two cocks, each about a foot?" a rough voice suggested.
"What? Oh, God!" Wilma's head jerked up as far as the looped and knotted belt would allow.
Jack and Ralph both stood in the bedroom doorway, their big dicks swollen hard inside their handball shorts.
Jack grinned and began pulling off his shorts. "We ought to help them out," he said.
"Sure," Ralph quickly agreed, "but I can't tell which is your wife and which is mine."
Wilma started to say her name, but Wanda capped a strong hand over her sister's mouth. "Let them figure it out," she whispered slyly. The once shy twin nodded and grinned.
"I'll bet it's Wanda on top," Ralph said. "She was always the sexy one."
"But you said Wilma was really hot last night," Jack recalled.
"And you said Wanda was holding back like her sister would."
"Yeah – in fact, for a while she even said she was Wilma."
The two men looked at each other, the light of discovery flashing in their eyes. "Do you suppose…" Ralph began.
"…that they pulled a switch like they did when they were kids?" Jack concluded.
Ralph stripped himself naked and stroked his long cock. "I guess we'll just have to fuck them both until we can figure out which witch is which."
"Yeah…" Jack said with a leering grin. "But that one on top might try to slip away."
"Let's tie her, too right where she is, one qon top of the other."
"Good!" Jack darted to the bed and grabbed Wanda's legs. Ralph ripped up the dumpy dress he found on the floor.
"I always wanted to tear this ugly thing up!" he said with a beaming grin.
Wilma jerked, trying to sit up, but the belt held her tight, and with Wanda on top of her, she could hardly move.
Ralph caught Wanda's hands and knotted strips of thick cloth around her wrists. Jack held her feet and tied them, trapping Wilma helplessly beneath Wanda.
The two women writhed as one, grinding their dripping clits together, mashing breast to breast until their nipples burned.
"Who goes first?" Ralph asked.
"Let's flip a coin…" Jack said.