CHAPTER FOUR
Wanda felt a twinge of envy as she drove Wilma's clunky old car up the winding road toward the top of the hill. Huge, fine homes with acres of lawn lined both sides. Here the monthly payment she and Jack made on their tract home would not pay to cut the grass. And the homes got even larger and more widely spaced apart as she neared the top.
Beside being a devilishly handsome and distinguished-looking son of a bitch, Wilma's would be boss Fred James obviously had money. Big money! His ornate, ultra-modern house stood on the very crest of the hill.
Wanda remembered hearing rumors about him years ago when he first married Victoria Cunningham that Fred James had once been a strong-arm collector for a loan shark working down on the docks.
Wanda had not thought much about it. Mostt whispered gossip was pure shit, or it would turn out to be some simple thing blown all out of proportion like an over inflated balloon. She smiled as she turned into the wide, semi-circular drive curving up to the house. An over inflated balloon that's what Vicky Cunningham looked like in pictures Wanda saw in the local paper. No wander Fred James had the hots for other women. Fucking his wife would be like fucking a barrel of lard.
A sleek red Italian sports car gleamed beside the white stone pillars framing the front door. Parked by the curb, the low-slung car seemed to be straining with raw power. It appeared to be crouched, like a stealthy cat ready to pounce.
Behind such an impressive machine, Wilma's old station wagon looked like a heap of scrap metal a wallowing gas hog built years before anyone ever heard of an energy crisis. But, Wanda thought, as she switched off the key, the sluggish car fit her ungainly twin sister perfectly.
Then why, Wanda wondered, was a man like Fred James interested in a frump like Wilma? Maybe he wasn't. Considering her for the job as his private secretary could have been just a gesture to keep peace and the illusion of fairness in the office steno pool. Wilma did say the other women in line for the job were all better looking, and obviously more willing to please the top man.
Wanda smiled. If that was it, Fred James and all the rest of them were in for one hell of a surprise!
Wanda took a deep breath, swelling her proud tits to strain the front of her low-cut gown, then she smoothed her gleaming long hair and eagerly pressed a finger on the doorbell.
"Yyyeee! Agh! Unnngh. No… damn it, that hurts!" Poor Wilma chanted sounds of pain, wincing, as Jack crouched behind her, rimming the hole of her up thrust ass with the swollen head of his jizz-dripping cock.
The last of his slick fluids would grease her tiny shit-hole and smooth the stab of his heated cock. Jack's mind still burned with rage, thinking that it was his wife Wanda bent over with her wrists bound and her head bowed like a humble slave.
"Your brain and your ass are both full of shit!" Jack said. "That can't hurt… I've hardly touched you!"
Even the thought of a cock ramming her ass made Wilma's prudish mind squirm. It was surely a sin… an unnatural and disgusting perversion that only a warped mind would even consider.
"Don't!" she pleaded. "Please don't. Aagghhh!"
Jack sneered. "Shit, all you can feel is a little touch."
"Uuunnngh!" The thought of more pain made her mind squirm, and writhing motions of torment worked their way to Wilma's fingertips. "Wwwhhhaaa? What are you doing now?"
She could feel Jack's hot breath on her back between her tightly bound wrists.
"I'm teasing, you bitch! You gave me that shit about fucking some truck driver… now I'm going to give you a little back!" Jack glanced down at the size of his straining cock and chuckled with sly satisfaction. "Did I say, give you a little? Hot shit, I'm going to give you a lot!"
Anger and lusty hunger for revenge had kept his cock swelled with surging blood even when the last jet of spurting cum had sprayed Wilma's clinging throat. He could hardly wait to ram it deep in the even tighter hole of her ass!
"No!" Wilma gasped. "I-I've never done it before! I couldn't stand your big cock up my ass!"
"You love it!" Jack said. He knew Wanda loved a cock up her ass. "And what's this crap about you've never done it before? I fuck your ass more often than your cunt!"
"Oooh, God!" Wilma groaned. She could not imagine even her sexy twin submitting to anything as awful and degrading as ass-fucking.
Jack bent down and kissed her wiggling fingertips. The rich scent of leather filled his lungs.
Wilma strained against the belt, still trying vainly to struggle free. She was startled by the gentle touch of his lips and relieved that the head of his cock no longer pressed against her puckered dark hole.
"Like that?" he asked as he nibbled her fingers, swirling them softly with his wet tongue.
"Yesss!" she hissed. "I like it slot."
"Next you'll want me to kiss your little shithole."
"No!"
"What do you mean, no? That's what you want most of the time… for me to bend down and kiss your Goddamned ass! Well now baby, I'm going to do it; I'm going to tongue whip your little butt until it hisses steam!"
"Aaaggghhhh!" Wilma jerked her hips and tried to pull away, but Jack grabbed the long hair streaming down her back and pulled like a rider reining a rebellious horse. "Ooowww!"
His tongue darted around the dark rim of her shithole, wetting the tightly puckered ring and lapping up salty traces of cum left by his drooling cock head.
Shivering apprehension twisted the cramped tube of her ass, her asshole drawing together tighter and tighter each time his swirling tongue danced around.
"You love it, you fucking slut… I can feel your little ass squirm!"
"Nnnooo! Nooo! Uuunnngh!" Wilma's whole body convulsed with creeping horror when the tip of his tongue pressed between her mushy asshole. "I can't stand it!" she wailed.
She clenched her ass with the same force used to nip off turds.
"Uungh!" Jack grunted in reply.
Pungent gasses seared his lungs, and a powerful taste made his tonge smart with stinging joy. He gasped hot breath into the crack between her heaving cheeks and wiggled his tongue farther in.
"Yyyoooowww!" Wilma cried. In nightmares she sometimes dreamed of being raped by a snake, and this, she thought, was how it would feel! "Out!" she moaned. "Oh, take it out!"
Jack gushed another anxious breath and spiked in deep with his tongue. He wiggled the tip of his tongue, turning in tight circles inside her tunnel of heavy restraint.
Her wavering ass muscles clamped and squirmed against his tongue.
The heavy taste grew stronger deep inside. His mouth drew tight from the bitter taste, his lips slammed to form a tight seal on the outer ring of her puckered ass.
"Wwwhhhooofff!" he said, blowing a stab of hot breath up her butt.
"Sssshhiiit!" Wilma screamed.
The air blast enema sank so deep that it felt as if Jack's breath came bursting from her lips.
"I'm going to shit!" she cried. "I can't hold it any more!" A powerful spasm gripped her gut and tremors rushed to meet Jack's invading tongue.
He pulled away, laughing. "I'll help you hold it, honey!" Then he rammed the head of his huge cock into her ass.
"Hubnngh!" Wilma writhed and pulled her arms against the leather belt. "Hhharrrgh! Ungli. Ooooo."
Her mind and body both lurched from, the sudden pain of his driving cock.
Jack slowed his demanding thrust, surprised at how tight her little shithole was. Wanda knew how to relax and eagerly take him in. But now tight muscles, fought against him, wringing his cock with tortured waves.
Wilma's wiggling fingers could feel his coarse muff of cock hair as he pushed in his long prick, stirring a smoldering desire of her dark, forbidden tube. She gasped, rocking her head, swirling her long hair into moving waves of silk.