Mel Marshall - Two-way sisters

"Look, we're ready to drop everything here and now. But you should also do something to make up for your – what you did. Bobbi doesn't have much money, as you know, and we thought that if she could live here rent-free for a while it would be adequate compensation." The words came blurting out of her mouth, and they did not sound as she wanted them to.

"What's this? So you've got some stupid idea of blackmailing me?" Paul was not sure what made him angrier – the idea that this woman would try something like this, or the clumsy ineptness of her attempt.

"Look, I didn't force your sister to do anything but kiss me. I didn't kick her out – she told me that she'd be leaving. She didn't have to do that."

"You can't get away with forcing women to do what you want these days. They won't put up with it any more."

Now she was doing a women's lib number! "I've learned over the years that no woman gets forced to do anything she doesn't want to do with a man. If she wants it, she'll do it anyway. If not, she won't."

"Wrong," Dianne said. "People can be made to do things. But I certainly wouldn't ever let you make me do anything."

"That sounds almost like a challenge," Paul said as he put his glass down on the coffee table before him. "Well…"

With no warning, his left arm shot out toward Dianne. The meaty hand clamped itself round the back of her neck and the fingers dug cruelly into her flesh, making her gasp.

Maybe I can't have Bobbi, Paul thought, but I can have her sister!

Dianne had no time in which to react. Paul's lightning-quick hand had taken her completely by surprise. Her fingers released the drink she had been holding and the glass fell to the floor. She tried to twist away from his hand, which was grasping her neck, but she couldn't. She let out the first part of what she intended to be an ear-piercing scream, but the pressure on her neck increased so that tears came to her screwed-shut eyes. The scream lessened to a moan, and she struggled to breathe.

"No loud noises, now," he said. "You just be a quiet girl." His grip loosened but remained firm.

"You Goddamned shithead! You fucking pig! I'll have you…oowww!"

"No ugly talk, either. I don't like swearing in my house. Now you're going to do just what I want you to do. I'm going to give you a first-hand lesson in force. Afterwards I think you'll change your mind and agree with me."

Rebellion flared in her eyes. His hand had let up again, but her neck felt paralyzed.

"Now take off that blouse. I want to see if your tits are everything that you advertise them to be. Come on, hurry up."

"No, no, you son of a bitch! I'll never…" His fingers tightened until hot red waves of pain flashed behind her eyelids.

"All right! Please stop!" she gasped. "I'll do what you say!"

He was smiling at her. He had won for the moment, but she knew she would get her revenge. His face was close to hers, but she could not meet his steady gaze. He made her feel more naked than she had ever felt. Many men had seen her with no clothes on, but she felt strangely shy and uncomfortable about removing her blouse. Her trembling fingers undid the buttons one by one.

When that was finished, she shrugged the garment off her shoulders and put her arms behind her to get it off.

Her movement made her tits jut upward enticingly. Paul licked his lips in anticipation of what was to come.

Now she reached behind her to her bra and unsnapped the hooks. The front of her body was hidden from his view for a moment as she shed the bra. Then her arms moved away, and he saw the full glory of her breasts exposed to him. They were even larger than he thought they would be, and they jiggled with every slight movement that the woman made. And they were perfect – not a mark or a blemish anywhere.

"I guess I can't get you for false advertising," he said. "But I like to see hard nipples. Make them stand up."

This bastard has really flipped, she thought. But he has me where he wants me, and there's nothing I can do. Obediently her hands went to her tits and she took each nipple between a thumb and forefinger. They responded slowly, but gradually the pulpy little masses stiffened and stood up. In spite of her fear and her revulsion, she felt tingles shooting all through her breasts.

"That's right. That's real nice. Now take your hands away." He considered her titties for a moment. The nipples were good and hard now and projected outward.

"You're being real cooperative. That's good. Now I'm going to see if your mouth is as talented as I think it is." His right hand went to his zipper and pulled it down. He unsnapped his pants. His rigid cock popped out to attention and pulsed eagerly.

Fear welled up in her again. His prick had to be the largest she had ever seen! It must be at least nine inches long! And it was thick, too! Its size terrified her as she looked at the purplish glans.

"I can't! No, it won't fit, it's too big! I could never get it in my mouth!"

"I think you can. Remember who's in charge here, baby. Just get your lips around it."

He was forcing her head down toward his cock. She resisted his pull, but he was much stronger.

"Now be nice, honey. I know you have sharp teeth, but you'd better not try to use them on me." He tightened his grip painfully on her neck momentarily, then loosened it. "I could arrange it so you'd never move your head again. I know you wouldn't like wearing a neck brace for the rest of your life. Now lick it."

He was right, she knew. There was no use resisting. The best she could do was comply with his desires. She realized that she had only felt a small portion of the strength in his powerful arms. It would be best if she got this thing over with as soon as she could.

He did not need to push her now. Compliantly she bent over, him, one hand circling around the thick base of his cock. She ran her fingers along its length, tracing the delicate purple-black veins that stood out and pulsed along its surface. She flicked out her tongue and began to slowly lick away the salty emission that had formed around the slit. The taste was not unpleasant. She licked all around the mushroom-shaped cap of his cock, and she heard him groan with the intense pleasure her soft tonguing was giving him.

"Now," he said in a rasping whisper, "take my cock in your throat. All the way."

She started to raise her head to protest that it was impossible, that she could not take much more than half of his prong in her mouth, but he pushed her back down on him and her complaints were muffled. She encircled her lips just where the head of his tool ended and slowly worked her way downward over the stiff shaft until the tip bumped against the roof of her mouth. She sucked lightly, then pulled her head up quickly to begin another stroke.

He sucked in air between his teeth. The pleasure he felt was sharp, almost painful. He felt her tongue begin to lick the side of his prick as her head sank down on him again. He enjoyed making her do just as he told her. She wasn't Bobbi, but pretty close, and he had her right where he wanted her.

His fingers were no longer digging into her neck; his hand only rested lightly there. Knowing that she would continue her mouth play without any further urging from him, he withdrew his left hand from her neck and found the elastic band of her skirt. While his other hand grasped and fondled her titty, he used his left to pull down the skirt until it fell down to her knees. He pulled aside the thin material at the crotch and rubbed his finger along her hairy cleft. He found her love button and toyed with it, but for his own enjoyment, not for hers. Then he dipped his middle finger into her cunt and withdrew it. He spread the wetness on his finger all along her crease and began to roughly tease her clitoris.

In spite of herself, she pressed her loins back against his finger, trying to come in contact with as much of his teasing finger as she could. His cock almost slipped from her mouth.