John Friday - Twin wives in bondage

"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.