Robert Vickers: Spouse swapping twins

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.