Duncan Fox: Spread wide and tied

It was a long time before Clara realized that Lois had at last abandoned her cunt. Her guts a solid ache, Clara came back to awareness of her surroundings. She looked at Wil's grinning face and his jutting hard-on. Wil had stripped off his pants sometime during the past eternity of pleasure. His cock stood out lewdly, and he leered down at her.

"Wil?" Clara whimpered.

"Loved it, didn't you?" he asked.

"Oh, God, yes."

"Now me," Lois urged in a horny whisper.

"No, please," Clara pleaded.

"It's only fair," Wil pointed out. "And besides, what choice do you have?"

Clara looked at Lois as the blonde moved upwards, her pussy spread wide. Qua really did want to do it. She wanted to taste those juicy folds, to probe Lois' hole the way Lois had probed hers, to suckle on Lois' clit until Lois was wracked with muscle-wrenching convulsions.

And as Wil had said, what choice did she have?

Lois eased her legs over Clara's arms, pinned Clara's shoulders to the bed. Lois' blonde cunt was inches from Clara's chin. Clara could smell Lois' musky scent.

Lois eased her pussy toward Clara's waiting mouth. Clara turned her head away in disgust. Then, curiosity and wantonness overcame her inhibitions, and she reached her tongue up toward the fur-fringed gash of Lois' twat. She felt Lois' fuzzy blonde curls on her tongue, then warm flesh. Clara inhaled, sucked in a lungful of Lois' sexy smell. Then Clara wriggled her tongue between Lois' soft labia, and tasted the seepings on the soft, slippery, inner folds. She had a striking view of Lois' impressive torso. Her jutting breasts were quivering as she breathed raggedly. Lifting her head, Clara wriggled her face into the furry nest, probed deeper with her tongue, stroked the petals of the inner labes, searched for the funnel, tunnel of Lois' cunt. Her nose in the soft nest, Clara dug deep into Lois' vagina. The invasion was greeted with a flood of slippery juices and the thick smell of lust. Clara wiggled her tongue farther and farther into the rippled tunnel, reached for the dripping depths. When Clara battered the slimy walls of Lois' hole with her tongue, Lois sucked in a great, shakey breath of air. Her face was a study in wanton depravity as she gazed down.

Clara gulped and swallowed wave after wave of woman-cum. She was inhaling through the sodden, muffling mass of Lois' pussy flesh. Her own cunt was simmering with horniness.

Then she tore her mouth away from Lois' honey hole, and groped for the nubbin of her clit. As Clara nibbled her way up Lois' slit, Lois eased her cunt down. In seconds, Clara found the hooded bump. Carefully, she tongued the squirmy button around. Lois moaned and her fingers tangled in Clara's hair. Lois hauled Clara's face against her crotch, hard, ground Clara's nose against her pubic arch. Clara clamped her lips around Lois' clit, and sucked, dragged on the button and the surrounding folds of sensitive tissue. Then Clara began flicking her tongue back and forth over the tip of the swollen bud. Lois reacted with a wail of ecstasy that made her pussy shiver with horniness.

Clara abandoned herself to suckling on Lois' clitoris, and to bringing the other woman off. Clara's hips heaved and rolled as she sucked and tongued Lois' clit. Then Lois was humping against her face, blindly, madly. Wailing and moaning, she drove her twat down on Clara until Clara's head was pressed deep into the mattress. It was as if Lois was trying to drive Clara's head up into her cunt.

Clara was smothering! She wan drowning in Lois' flood, and being suffocated by the sopping folds of her twat. Clara's eyes began to sparkle, then everything began to turn gray, and then black. As she fought for breath, everything was forgotten but the struggle for survival.

She came to when Lois tumbled aside, or was dragged off. She could feel Lois' juices drying on her cheeks and chin. Her lips felt bruised and swollen. She looked blurrily at the rest of the room.

She was horrified by what she saw. Lois was with Wil! He was fondling her breasts, probing the pussy that Clara had so recently devoured. He was watching Clara as he did it, waiting for her reaction.

"Wil." Clara moaned.

"Not a damn thing you can do about it," he taunted.

"Please, Wil," Clara moaned. Jealousy raged through her as Lois wantonly presented her lush, aroused nakedness to Wil. Facing Clara, with Wil behind her, Lois guided his hand to her snatch, put his linger in her sodden slit. She spread her thighs, forced Clara to watch Wil hook his finger deep into her oozing gash.

"I'm going to fuck her," Wil told Clara. "Grant gave her to me to fuck. And you're going to watch."

"No, Wil. Please!"

"That's what a slave is," Wil went on. "A helpless possession to be loaned or given away. Or swapped."

"Swapped?" Clara glanced at Grant. He was sitting back in an easy chair. His cock swollen and throbbing, he savored his drink and the impending action.

Wil chuckled and pumped his finger in Lois' crotch. "Sure. You don't think Grant would let me have Lois for nothing, do you?"

"No," Clara whispered, straining against the ropes.

"He gets you," Wil said softly. "After I've finished with Lois, that is. I'm looking forward to watching him drive that thick cock of his into you."

Clara cringed with horror at the idea. She also felt a surge of lust. She was Wil's, and Wil could do what he wanted with her. She looked at Grant again, and thought of that mammoth tool of his jamming into her. Her cunt began to steam with hunger.

It was wrong. She was Wil's. But she was also helpless.

Lois was down on her hands and knees now. Clara could see the sodden folds of Lois' blonde pussy. The same pussy that Clara had just tongued. Wil bent his dick into the soft nest, and slowly sank his shaft into Lois' hole. Clara's pussy spasmed with hunger as she watched the dick she knew so well drill into the pussy she knew so well. She could almost feel the penetration as Wil's pecker drove into Lois' belly.

Clara struggled mindlessly against the ropes. She wanted to be in Lois' place, to feel the towering shaft in her own twat. But all she could do was watch.

Wil drove full depth, and clutched Lois' tiny waist. His belly pressed against her tight, white ass. Then he glanced over at Clara.

"Hot," he announced. "It's hot and wet."

"God that feels good," Lois moaned. Clara heaved against the ropes as jealousy ripped through her.

"Fuck me, Wil," Lois begged. "Fuck me while she watches."

Wil drew his dick out and rammed it back into her blonde snatch. Clara felt as if her guts were being shredded. As she watched in agony, her cunt spumed hungrily around emptiness. How could she want to fuck after the cumming she had just felt? It didn't matter. She wanted cock, Wil's cock. But he was gleefully delivering his meat to Lois, ramming her with loud, soggy smacks. Her breasts jiggled and swayed each time he hit her tail.

He reached around under her, and Clara knew he was digging into her cunt, fiddling with the clit that she had just sucked. Clara bucked against the ropes as Lois moaned with pleasure, and rocked her pelvis ecstatically. Wil grabbed Lois' heavy tits, dug his fingers into their softness. He backed out and pumped into her, again and again and again. The sight of his dick emerging, glistening and dripping with her juices, and then disappearing back in, made Clara's insides knot with frustration and jealousy and envy and horniness.

"I'm going to cum, Clara," Wil told her in his hips pounded against Lois. "Going to cum in her like a geyser. Cum I've been saving all week for you, she's going to get."

Exhausted, Clara wriggled feebly against the ropes. She wanted to shut her eyes and her mind to what Wil was doing, but couldn't. Some hideous demon down in her guts forced her to watch Wil's pecker piston in Lois.