John Friday - Twin wives in bondage

"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.

Jack found a coin on the dresser and flipped it. Tied spread-eagled on top of her twin Wilma, Wanda could not see, but Wilma's eyes followed the path of the coin up… then down.

"Tails!" Ralph called at the peak of its flight.

"Tails, it is," Jack said.

"I win – I'm first." Then Ralph paused, and his handsome face was split with a grin. "No, wait. I called tails… I get tails, that pretty little ass that's almost begging for my hot cock. You had heads… you get heads, both of them if you want."

"Uuuungh," Wilma grunted, her body pressed down by the weight of her sister tied so securely on top of her.

The men laughed uproariously, their bodies gleaming with the sweat of excitement. Wilma watched over her sister's shoulder as her husband approached from the foot of the bed. Her eyes bulged. She'd never seen his cock so long, hard and throbbing with aching joy, Wilma cringed, writhing her clit Wanda's above. "Ralph!" she cried. "Oh, Ralph… I want it!"