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MIRROR IMAGE
PART TWO
Chapter One
Bonnie appearing to be the first succumbing to the foreplay, grunting, twisting as her naked body noticeably trembles, he watches as her hooded mask snaps back, her braid of hair twisting from side to side above her head as her hands spread back toward her sides with her fingers clenching, flexing. Jodi’s thighs also quivering, her own hollowing stomach rippling, she continues to stroke, masturbate Bonnie’s glistening vagina, her manipulating fingers on the verge of pushing her over the edge. Stepping beside the pair, grabbing Jodi’s arm, pulling her hands back as Bonnie’s guttural grunts become louder, twisting the both of them around, he forces the pair to stand back to back as Bonnie’s gyrations continue. Another short leather strap in his hand, he tugs and binds their arm restraints behind their backs, forcing their shoulders to press together. Slowly walking around the pair, Jodi breathing heavy, stomach muscles rippling, Bonnie’s breasts heaving, jaunting outward, bouncing, swaying as she struggles to catch her breath, he picks up the crop.
“A dozen lashes across these tits,” he scoffs as he lets the crop flex in his hand, aligns it toward Bonne’s spread, thrust out breasts as he finishes, “You’re the first to cum!” Taping a jiggling nipple, watching her reflexively respond with her hands jerking upwards, her clawing fingers just out of reach beneath her globular mounds as her knees reflexively press together, he flicks the crop a couple light taps above and below her thickened nipple. “Ready for your punishment?”
A grunt, a whimper from the mask, he flips the tip of the crop across her bare breast. ‘Thwack!’ A second quickly followed by a third flick across her other breast, the tip of the crop burrowing into the nub on the second flick, her naked body reflexively jerks as she grunts through the latex slot. “Oomph… Aaagghhh!”
‘Thwack… Thwack…… Thwack… Thwack!’ Back and forth, the crop flexing, flicking across her jiggling nipples, mostly gentle taps up till now, her muffled whimpers meld with the snap of the leather across her bare, damp flesh. ‘Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!’ A little harsher with the crop, he continues the cadence with backhands and forehands. “Thwack… Thwack… Thwack!’ Back and forth, watching her breasts erotically bouncing, swaying as her body arches back against Jodi’s, losing count, an extra flick across a swelling nipple and he lowers the crop.
“There now,” he smiles as he watches the saliva drooling from Bonnie’s mask, her perspiring bare breasts jiggling with each rasping breath. Tapping the tip of the crop across the multiple stripes crisscrossing the punished globes, noticing the purplish cast of her puckering nipples, he adds, “Warmed those titties up a little for us, didn’t I?”
Stepping around, he grips Jodi’s braid of hair, tilts her head back as he speaks, “You’ve always liked your tits whipped occasionally, haven’t you?... Here’s a couple so you don’t think I forgot you.” Tapping a breast with the tip of the crop, sliding it across her sternum, flicking it harshly across the other bare nipple, he watches her body flinch as she squeals. “Oomph!” Forcing the crop between her spread lips, he orders, “Hold onto this, if you drop it, your tits are next for a really serious workout.” Releasing her hair, he steps back in front of his ex-wife, orders, “Now, both of you grip each other’s hands, the first to let go gets a lashing across your cunt!”
Watching them quickly grasping, gripping each other’s hands, interlocking their fingers down toward their sides, he slowly, gently reaches down between Bonnie’s thighs, spreads the smooth folds of her labia between his fingers and thumbs. Letting the crown of his pulsing shaft flip upwards between her dampened legs, sensing the juices seeping across her inner thighs, he arches forward, thrusts slowly but deliberately inward, feels the moist warmth of her vaginal walls spreading, encompassing his manhood. Pressing carefully inward, sliding his hands out from between her unresisting thighs, reaching around her bound body, he grips Jodi’s bare breasts, melds his fingers into her firm, yet sponge like tit flesh. Twisting his hands, tugging back while he thrusts firmly forward, he forces the backsides of their bodies tighter together, their hooded masks pressing against one another’s as their heads tilt back.
Bonnie’s body again trembling as she accepts his shaft in her agitated state, her knees uncontrollably shake as he buries his cock completely inside her after several initial firm thrusts. Her grunts becoming more like rasps as her buttocks presses against Jodi’s, their butt cheeks grind across one another’s with each thrust as her heaving breasts flatten across his bare chest while he tugs back, melds Jodi’s in his bare fists. Another few strokes, Bonnie again on the verge of a multiple climax like he’s recalled her capable of so many times before in the past, he suddenly withdraws, also releases Jodi’s stretching melons as he takes a step or so back.
Stepping around, positioning himself in front of Jodi, slipping the crop from her lips, he reaches around her hood, slides the leather crop in front of Bonnie’s mask, instructing her, “Drop it and your cunt gets a dozen strokes, understand?”
Hearing her grunt between rasping breaths while sensing her body still trembling against Jodie’s, he slips his fingers between Jodi’s thighs, tugs on the puffier folds of her labium. Slipping the head of his flexing cock upwards, letting it ‘plop’ into Jodi’s vagina, sensing the warmth, yet even firmer glove like grip of her moistened slit, he feels his foreskin stretching, the sensation of her vaginal walls smothering his shaft, even tighter, firmer then Bonnie’s as he flexes his hips gently back and forth, allows an inch or so of penetration with each careful but arousing thrust. Reaching across Jodi, gripping Bonnie’s swaying breasts, twisting and tugging, he uses her still firm globes for balance as he suddenly plunges deeper with the flexing of his hips.
“Aaaahhhhhh!... Aaahhhhh!... Aaaahhh!” Listening to Jodi’s moans, grunts, watching the tip of her tongue flicking across her moist, red lips protruding from the oval slit in her tilted back mask, he hesitates, thrusts completely in, holds firm as he can feel his shaft pulsing, her vagina flexing in return, tightening around his cock the entire length. Again remembering back when she was practically too tight to penetrate, now still almost as tight as a virgin, he draws his hands back, stretches Bonnie’s breasts back past her armpits with his clenching fingers forcing Jodi’s firm melons to flatten across his chest.
Slowly tiptoeing, forcing the base of his rock hard cock to press upwards against the bottom of her pubic mound, to grind against, flatten her clit while he presses his torso against hers, he can feel her taut stomach trembling, her legs shaking as her breathing becomes whimpering grunts. Lifting even higher, forcing her to tiptoe herself while sandwiched in the middle, he feels her body responding, her hips, thighs, stomach rippling in unison as she grunts through the drooling latex mouth cutout. Holding firm for just another moment or two, he again releases his grip on Bonnie’s stretching breasts, withdraws in one harsh motion as he steps back. Watching Jodi now also practically in spasms, her glistening body twitching, her stomach hollowing as her fists clenches at Bonnie’s, he reaches around, lifts the crop from Bonnie’s spread lips.
Both women trembling, pressing against one another, hands still tightly clenched, he orders, “Kneel!” Lightly flicking the tip of Jodi’s nipple first, then the tip of Bonnie’s, the sound of the leather flicking across damp flesh echoes in the room. ‘Thwack… Thwack’
Stepping around the pair, he orders again, “Kneel, and keep your hands together.” This time just the tip of the crop on Bonnie’s shoulder, she’s the first to obey, squats along with Jodi following, their buttocks flattening against one another’s as they struggle to spread their knees as they awkwardly lower themselves. Finally positioned on the floor, feeling the crop between their knees as he spreads their legs further apart one at a time, he’s finally satisfied with their positioning.
Back to back, spread legs tautly stretching against one another’s, heads butting, they continue to grip hands as their shoulders arch back, their almost matching bare breasts jaunting outwards, firm, globular. Slowly circling, comparing the two naked, glistening bodies, remembering the countless times of fucking them both, now actually having them together for the first time, the best part, neither still realizing who the other is, he’s ready to give their mouths a good workout, see who can deep throat him the best, take the most of his cock. Slowly stroking his still thick shaft, he grips the braids of both their hair jaunting upwards from the mask’s slits with his free hand, forces their heads back besides one another’s, compares their lips protruding from the oval slits of the black latex masks.
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