CHAPTER SEVEN
Jack didn't know it was Wilma he'd forced down on the coffee table. He had her tied in almost the same way as when he and Wanda first sampled the curious and wildly exciting thrills of restraint and domination after her visit to the dentist. Now he had two thick pillows stuffed under her trembling ass, slanting her cunt so that he could fuck it deeper still.
He'd tired of the half measure – binding her wrists with his belt. That allowed too much freedom to move, and for some strange reason she was still fighting back.
"What's the matter?" he asked. "You loved it the first time I roped you down like this."
Wilma's lips moved numb with fear. She had never felt so naked and so exposed. With her legs spread and bent beneath her, her cunt lips had parted, seething in the torment of helplessness.
"I'm-I'm not your wife," Wilma managed to croak in a trembling voice.
Jack thought it was just another of Wanda's cock teasing games. "Oh, then who the hell are you… the fucking queen of cock heaven?"
"I'm Wilma."
"Good! I've always wondered what it would be like to fuck her."
"You-you have?"
Jack nodded and drummed his hand on his dripping cock. "What I really want to do is fuck both of you at once. Imagine my big dick bouncing back and forth between two identical twats! When it was Wilma's turn, you could watch. It'd be like seeing your own cunt get fucked. Wanda, you'd love it!"
"I'm Wilma!" Wilma insisted.
He didn't believe her, he thought it was part of her prick teasing game. "My cock doesn't care who you are."
He leaned over her, bracing his hands on the table edge just above her head.
"Jack, please you've got to listen. I'm Wilma ungh!" Jack rammed into her cunt and felt it convulse with tremors of shock.
"Like I said… my cock doesn't care." He bent down and kissed her, forcing his tongue between her stubborn lips. Wilma pushed back, her tongue hammering to drive him out. "I'll say this, Wanda – you put on a damn good act. It's like you can't stand being fucked and French-kissed at the same time."
"I hate it!"
"Yes… and I just love how that makes you squirm. I've never felt – aaargh! – your fucking cunt so tight!"
"Ooooh! Ungh! Aaahh! I'm Wilma!"
The waves of Wilma's cunt tension grew tighter on the shaft of his reaming cock. She winced and closed her eyes, trembling in disbelief. Maybe it was all a terrible dream, and when she opened her eyes again he would be gone.
"Be Wilma," he said happily. "I'm starting to like her cunt!" Jack knew that Wanda knew all the right moves. Her hungry cunt pulled and sucked on his cock, wringing it dry. Tonight she wasn't like that at all.
Wilma relaxed and let his long cock glide in, then she clamped and held him tight, making it a painful delight when he went to draw back. Now she clamped to keep him out. Jack thrust with his hips, forcing his way in, loving the taut, wet friction of an unwilling cunt.
"Hhhhmmm!" he purred, grinding and twisting as his cock bottomed in her up-tilted twat.
Wilma had never submitted to sex except in what most people call the missionary position… flat on her back, legs slightly spread, her husband on top.
Jack's cock felt at least twice the size of Ralph's and with the pillow, stuffed beneath her hips, her leg's bent back under the table, his prick ground in deep at an angle that felt strange and completely new.
"Ooob," she whined. The harder she fought his ramming cock, the better he liked it.
Jack bent lower, supporting his weight on his elbows so he could maul her heaving tits. He loved their giant size, their smooth overflowing cone shapes, and her firm warm nipples. He took one, then the other, sucking hard on her ruby tips while he bottomed his long cock and felt the heat of her stubborn cunt friction.
"Hhhmmm, if I'd known Wilma's cunt was this good, I'd have fucked her years ago!"
"Uuunngh!" Wilma groaned in response to each hard driving stab of his long cock. Her eyes fluttered and stared at the top of his head while Jack bobbed hungrily from one tit to the other, grinding them with his teeth until they ached and sparked with twisting pain.
Wilma tugged against the thick cords binding her arms and legs. It was useless. She could hardly move, and writhing beneath him only excited Jack all the more.
"Aaargh!" she moaned. "It hurts!"
"You love it… I can tell by the way you squirm. Your fucking little cunt can't get enough."
Wilma ceased her struggles and tried to lie very still. It was hard. Jack's big cock pulled up on her clinging cunt lips each time he drew back, then he rammed them flat with another slamming thrust.
"Uuunnngh!"
Jack had his right hand down her side. Teasing finger-strokes made her wrench away from his touch. That twisted the clamping grip of her cunt.
"Goood!" he groaned. "And this should make it even better!" He wiggled his first finger up her ass.
"Yyyyaaaahhh!" Wilma screamed. Her shithole twitched, and she bucked her hips, thrusting to meet his hard-driving cock. "Oh, GOD!"
Grinding hips rammed her back on his ass fucking hand. The terrible torment of prick and probing finger made Wilma utter low moans of pain and disgust while her body seethed with the joys of forbidden delights. She gasped, her tortured mind wished it had never begun, and her writhing, sex-starved senses hoped that it would never end.
"Wilma?" Fred crooned softly, "Wilma, can you hear me?"
"Huh? Ungh! Yes… yes, I-I hear you." Wanda had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be her sister. Wanda's glazed eyes stared blankly, wet with tears from the steady pounding of his huge cock and the ass-ripping probe of the rigid whip handle.
Fred grunted deep sounds of savage delight and rammed with both at the same time, slamming the two knobbed heads together. They clashed together with a grinding force, battering the thin wall of tender flesh between her cunt and her ass.
The frantic beating of her heart thundered in her ears. Wanda's cunt lips burned, rubbed dry and hot by Fred's burning big cock. And the shit smeared handle of the whip kept ramming in with the same rhythm as his fucking.
Fred's body tensed, nerves twanging with delight. The tight, hot grip of her cunt made his huge cock ache, balls swaying and ready to fire. With each thrust of his hips, he felt the snug walls of her fuck hole squirm, then the padded thump when his driving cock collided with the knobbed handle of the whip that he pounded joyously up her ass.
"I-I'm cummmmming!" he moaned, wishing he could hold back and prolong the heated delight of raging lust. "Cuuummming!"
His first wet gush of cream spread like a searing lava flow.
Wanda gulped. She could almost taste it. Her eyes rolled back and she tossed her head, shivering with the warmth of his spreading flow. Slick cream greased her aching cunt. His spurting cock slid easily now, frothing each gush until her fuck hole steamed.
"Uungh! Ungh!" He stabbed in with his cock, twisting and grinding his hairy loins against the pink, frothed lips of her begging twat. At the same time he rammed the whip up her ass and twisted it, caressing the head of his own cock with its thick knob.
"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."