John Friday - Twin wives in bondage

"Now you won't kick, you little hellion!" He laughed and lightly stroked the long shaft of his cock. "Shit, you can't even stand up!"

He dropped the whip and reached to grasp her welt scarred tits. His touch felt icy cold, soothing in a strange way after the blazing torment of braided leather. His stroking fingers teased lightly up and down the lush curves of her proud tits.

Wanda gasped as she felt her aching nipples tense and swell with sudden desire. Her thoughts convulsed in a shivering rage. She hated this vindictive son of a bitch. She'd have cut his cock off if she could. But he knew how to excite her despite the grinding horror of what he'd done.

When his wavering fingers closed around her nipples, Wanda felt a double and twisted sensation. First a stab of smoldering pain. Still raw and smarting from the lash of the whip, her nipples felt too tender to be touched. But at the same time they had become swollen with urgent desire… too tense and eager to stand being left alone.

"Ohhhh!" she whined, excited and straining, but still unable to stand.

Fred cupped his hands beneath her arms and lifted her, steadying her, until she regained some control of her feet. She wobbled in his grasp thankful that some of the tearing pressure had been lifted from her outstretched arms.

He smiled coldly, and his hands swept back to her heaving tits. He mauled her left tit squeezing until her red-welted tit-flesh bulged between his fingers. The other tit he stroked softly, tilting it up in the cup of his hand to meet his blood-stained kiss.

Wanda gasped as she felt warm breath on her tortured breast. Then she felt the stroke of his tongue.

Fred stabbed at her bulging nipple and flicked it with his tongue. A circling stroke lapped up the drop of oozing blood and burned the raw flesh bitten by the whip.

Wanda groaned. Never had her tits felt so sensitive. With the cruel pain fading into the dark recesses of her mind, all her senses now seemed sharper than ever before. The slightest touch on her tits sent jolts of shocking delight along every nerve.

When Fred sucked in the perky tip of her tingling breast, Wanda thought she might faint in wailing joy.

"M-more!" she cried. "Suck it all in. Eat my big, beautiful tit!"

He eased away, still lashing her tit with his tongue. "It's your pretty cunt I want to eat."

"Yes… oh, yes!" Wanda tensed expectantly. After the snap and tug of the whip, her twat mound ached for the tender caress of a darting tongue.

He lowered himself to his knees, dragging his hands down her sides. Spread fingers slid over the smooth inner slope of her thighs, digging and spreading until her juicy cunt slit dripped with musk-scented desire.

"Eat it!" she howled. "Oooh, suck my cunt! Ram it with your tongue. Spread it with your fingers. Uuungh! Yeah, oooh! Eat it… eat me alive!"

His gnashing teeth tugged at the silky fleece around her drooling slit. Wanda's arms pulled tight in response. She wanted to hold the back of his head and force his mouth and stabbing tongue down harder on her twat. But, chained as she was, she could only rack her hips and beg for more.

Fred tasted glazed splatters of cum that he'd jetted off into her lap. He tasted blood on raw flesh nipped by the whip. But mostly he savored the honey-sweet, strong-tasting fuck oil that gushed slick and warm from the depths of her aching cunt.

The finest French cooking and best vintage wines seemed pallid and tasteless as cold mush compared to eating Wanda's cunt. Fred often dined in the most exclusive restaurants, but he only considered himself a gourmet when it came to eating twat.

His powerful cock twitched and throbbed in response to her pungent cunt scent.

"Uuunmmm!" he growled, thrusting apart her dripping cunt lips with his rough tongue.

Her clit bulged warmly, bright at the tip with a savory drop of blood. Her clit gleamed like a ruby. He licked it and felt her writhe, clanging the heavy chains binding her to the wall, helpless and eager now to satisfy even his wildest passions.

Fred found her clit and trapped it in the jagged space left by his broken tooth. He bit and chomped on her cunt.

"Eeeeyyy!?" Wanda screamed. Her tortured clit blazed with tormented desire. "Eat it! Oooh – aaagh! Suck it! Grind it! Chew it raw – ooowww!"

As much as he savored the joys of sucking an anxious twat, Fred hungered more for the feel of her wet cunt clamped around his massive cock. The way Wanda squirmed and wiggled with delight, he knew she would be a grinding good fuck!

He lurched to his feet, guiding his long cock with one hand. In his other hand he held the stout, knobbed handle of the blacksnake whip.

"Yyyaaah!" Wanda cried when she felt the fiery head of his cock rubbing hard on her aching cunt. Now left raw by the grinding passion of his broken tooth still flashed confusing signals of agony and delight: "Ungh – oooo! Drive it in! Please. Oh, fuck me! Rape my tender cunt!"

Fred pressed his cock into her cunt slowly, taking his time. The heavy red knob of his cock parted her juicy twat lips and inched into her dark tube of seething passion. Wet rings of cunt muscle blazed with the heat of desire and tugged savagely at the shaft of his cock.

"More!" she pleaded. "I want more cock! Jam it in! Stuff my pussy full!"

His hips began to rock in time with her urgent pleas.

"Ungh – yes! Aaah! Cram it full! Yeah! Fuck it! Fuck my hungry cunt!"

For Fred James, this was always the best part. To abuse, torment, and at the same time excite some pretty bitch until her trembling body begged for the soothing strokes of his giant cock. He was unable to hold back. With one exploding burst of joy, he slammed in the last of his mighty twat ripper.

"Uuuungh!" Wanda screamed.

Wet and hot as her cunt was, Wanda still felt a shock when he rammed his cock in. His rough mat of cock hair ground and twisted against her silken fleece, mingling the musky scents of their furious desires.

The sharp angle of his upraised cock lifted her as it went in. Only the tips of her toes touched the floor. Then her feet kicked free in frantic delight. The lifting, driving force of his cock slammed her naked back against the wall.

The chilling cold of damp stone jolted her senses. Wanda cried and wiggled and pushed away, driving herself even harder on to his cock.

Fred staggered back half a step and cupped his hands under her ass to support part of her grinding weight. Her tight wet cunt grasped and clawed, and she bore down on the root of his cock like she wanted to rip it off.

In one hand he still held the long, knobbed handle of the whip. It pressed against her creamy ass cheek and sent cold shivers up her spine.

He eased one hand farther around, his fingers touching the squirming mounds of her tingling asscheeks. It swelled and shivered in his grasp. She bucked when his probing fingers dug into the cleft of her ass, stroking to reach the tightly clamped puckered hole of her ass.

Wanda's squirming forced her weight down hard on the base of his cock. Her fuck oil drenched his thatch of cock hair. Her wet cunt lips pulled and sucked with a slurping sound that matched the moans of damp lust that bubbled from her gaping mouth.

"Uutingh… aooh! Yes. Yes, yes! I want it all! I want every inch of your big, fucking cock! Push it! Ram it! Ooooh – FUCK! Stab it in!" Her voice then tightened into a shrill scream of sheer delight.

Fred kept humping, slamming into her wet cunt with the raging heat of his long cock. Her legs kicked and squeezed and clamped around his waist, bucking and driving down on his cock to feel every possible inch of his prick in the seething depths of her dripping twat.

At the same time, he maneuvered the knobbed handle of the whip around and centered it on the puckered lips of her little shithole.