Duncan Fox - Spread wide and tied

"Sopping," Wil agreed. He withdrew his hand from her muff and held it an inch from her nose. "See how wet you are, Clara?"

"Yes," Clara choked out huskily.

"Smell it!" he coated the tip of her nose, then her upper lip, with slime. She couldn't avoid the smell. It made her gut knot with excitement.

"Where's Lois?" Wil asked. His hand was still in front of Clara's nose.

"On her way here," Grant answered.

"Lick it off," Wil ordered.

Her stomach rolling with disgust at her eagerness, Clara obeyed, licked her cunt juice off his hand. The taste brought a fresh flood from her pussy.

"Horny bitch, isn't she?" Grant mused, staring down at her. She met his gaze defiantly. But then the defiance melted into horny longing, and she writhed with need.

"Properly treated she is," Wil answered.

"There's Lois," Grant noted as the buzzer in his apartment sounded faintly. "Where's your door button?"

"By the kitchen," Wil answered.

Clara strained stupidly at the ropes as Grant pushed the button and let Lois into the building. The thought of having Lois witness her bondage made Clara's gut tighten further, made her pussy spasm hungrily.

Lois came into the apartment, caught sight of Clara roped to the bed, and grinned. "Boy, that looks like fun!"

Clara squirmed feebly.

"Have you tried blindfolding her?" Lois asked Wil.

"Not yet," Wil answered. "Get raped today?" Lois was wearing her outrageous tee shirt and short skirt outfit, in spite of the chilly drizzle. The shirt was posted to her lush breasts.

"Not today. Gosh, I wish I was like that." She gazed longingly at Clara.

"Care to take my place?" Clara said in a choked voice, not sure if she meant it or not. She felt humiliated, but was enjoying the humiliation.

"Gosh, it's awful nice of you to offer. But you were here first, after all."

"Why don't we have some fun with the two of them?" Grant suggested.

"How?" Wil asked, intrigued.

Clara's cunt twitched with fear. Grant's ideas of fun were pretty extreme.

"Lois will do anything I tell her to," Grant noted. "Won't you, Baby?"

"Sure, Grant. But right now I'm thirsty. Can I have a drink?"

"Get naked, Baby," Grant ordered. "Then you can have a drink."

In seconds, Lois a naked. Clara sucked in her breath when she saw Lois' tightly erotic body, the great globular breasts on her dainty frame. Her long, pale blond ponytail hung down to her ass.

"Where's my drink?" Lois asked. Clara felt a flash of anger at the way Wil was staring at Lois.

"Right there," Grant answered, pointing. "Right between those legs."

Clara wondered what Grant meant. For Lois to suck him oft?

"She's as wet as a swamp," Grant said. "And you're thirsty. So go get a drink."

Clara felt a surge of horror and disgust and lust. She wasn't unfamiliar with the act, there had been discussions of lesbianism since she had been in high school. She even knew some of the girls who had tried it. But she had always shied away from it because she thought it was perverted. Wil had never eaten her, never shown any interest in it, even.

"Me? There?" Lois asked, pointing at Clara's crotch. Her tits were rigid with excitement.

"Right, Baby. And after you're done drinking, we'll give Clara some refreshment." Grant chuckled.

"Do I have to?" Lois asked.

"Yes," Grant answered firmly.

"No, please," Clara whimpered, writhing against the ropes.

"Well! Just how do you think you're going to avoid it?" Wil asked, a hint of cruelty in his voice.

"Please, Wil, not that," Clara pleaded.

"That, and more. That's the whole point, isn't it? You're helpless. You've got no choice in the matter. It's too damn bad, but you'll just have to endure whatever perversions I decide on."

Clara felt sick, but knew he was right. She could do all the forbidden, awful things, with no guilt. Because, after all, what else could she do? She was helpless.

She thought of another woman's mouth probing and sucking and lapping at her and writhed with horniness. She thought of plowing through Lois' blonde snatch with her own tongue, and her excitement welled higher. Her stomach knotted with revulsion.

Lois, whether she had ever done it before or not, seemed ready. She stood over Clara and studied Clara's stretched, lush body, her fuzzy brown muff, her sleek legs. Clara writhed, saw that she was the center of attention.

"Oh, God," she whimpered, lifting her head as Lois joined her on the bed. She looked down the taut length of her body as the sexy blonde knelt between her gaping thighs. Lois' hands touched Clara's tight gut. Clara flinched and heaved involuntarily.

Lois slid her hands slowly down toward Clara's crotch. Clara moaned and writhed as flames lashed through her. Her cunt was flooding in anticipation.

She wondered if she would cum. She prayed she would, and hoped she wouldn't, because cuming would reveal a hideous facet of her sexual character she hadn't even suspected existed.

She lifted her head again as Lois' fingers parted her cunt. Her neck aching, she watched Lois' blonde head draw closer and closer to her groin. Lois' eyes were gleaming with excitement as she spread Clara's labia, let chill air cut into her pussy folds.

Lois flicked Clara's clit, and Clara's body convulsed. Her head flopped back on the bed as searing flames ripped through her. Clara gazed longingly, desperately, at Wil, begged him to release her from this misery/ecstasy. He ignored her and watched hungrily as Lois' mouth neared Clara's cunt.

Lois' breath burned Clara's pussy. Clara moaned. Her cunt spasmed stupidly as Lois blew on the exposed petals of aroused meat. Clara's thighs were jumping and twitching involuntarily. She tugged mindlessly on the ropes around her wrists. The harsh ceiling light hurt her eyes, and revealed all her secrets to the watching men.

Something hot, and moist, and delicate touched her cunt. Clara bucked violently. She let out a desperate "nooo" as the hot worm stroked her petaled folds, upwards, toward the nubbin of her but.

Lois' tongue touched Clara's clit. It felt like a hot electric wire had touched her. She thrashed and heaved as flames lashed through her. Then she gave up. Her head rolling from side to side, she abandoned herself to the searing ecstasy.

Lois slipped her hands under Clara's ass and her mouth and tongue became bolder, more confident, as they explored Clara's slippery gash. Clara felt Lois probe deep into the flowing tunnel of her cunt, felt Lois' tongue wiggle deep into her hole. It felt like a live animal was burrowing into her. Clara felt her cunt spasm.

When Lois abandoned her honey hole, Clara whined with frustration. Then Lois' mouth damped down on her clit, and Clara thought she was going to tear her arms out of their sockets as she strained against the ropes binding her to the protesting bed. Lois sank strong fingers into Clara's ass as she sucked as Clara's clit.

Clara felt as if her clit was being ripped out by the roots. Then Lois began battering the little nubbin with her tongue. Every stroke sent a wave of ecstasy blazing along Clara's nerve paths. Her hips heaved and humped in a fucking motion as Lois tongued her nerve bundle. Then Lois dug her jaw into Clara's cunt, and sucked and tongued the aroused bump.

Clara began cumming. Thrashing blindly against the ropes, she felt fire slash through her, batter and tear her naked flesh. She gargled at the ceiling and at the watching men. Her cumming had destroyed the last shreds of her inhibitions.

Clara felt a burning, searing finger drive up into her butt. Her rectum spasmed orgasmically, her cunt convulsed around nothingness. Her clit was reduced to a glowing puddle by Lois' busy mouth and tongue. The room whirled around Clara as her cumming crested, and left her flopping like a fish out of water.