SIXTEEN B: The Mother of All Parties 2
CHAPTER TWO, Doris and the Twins
Timothy and Thomas, the Cassidy Twins, were overjoyed when they found a woman trussed up and lying on an exercise mat in the middle of the floor in the Burton's TV room. They weren't aware of why the medium sized room at the back of the house contained an extra large flat panel TV connected to a virtual history of video storage devices ranging from Beta and VHS through SD card readers. All they knew was that there was a blonde woman (who clearly didn't exercise as much as most of the people in attendance) waiting for them with her elbows tied loosely to her knees and a ball gag in her mouth.
"What's the deal here?" Tim asked, standing identically naked to blond boy beside him.
"Did you read the sign?" Tom asked.
Of course, he hadn't. "Fuck me, spank me, and do what you will. Feed me cock and stuff one up my ass. Don't untie me, or I'll be a pill. Come on, people, don't let this chance pass," he read. "Man, that's a shitty poem."
"So what? Should we spank her or fuck her?" Tom asked him. "Let's take the gag out and she what she suggests."
"The sign says not to untie her."
"It also says to feed her some cock. Can't do that with a gag in the way, can we?"
Tom walked into the room and crouched beside Doris, who looked up at him with a look that might be read as either pain or desire. He untied the bow holding the gag in place and removed it.
"Untie me, you little fucker," Doris commanded. If he were better acquainted with Doris, he would know that the last thing she really wanted was to be untied. Even Tom could tell that her tone was a little too weak to be a real command. Sharon sounded tougher telling them to clean up their rooms, after all. Still, he didn't know her and was unsure how to proceed at first.
"I guess we spank her," Tim said, figuring out her game faster than Tom.
"You spank me, and I'll have my Bill beat the shit out of both of you," Doris spat. "You little bastards!"
"Hey, lady, we'll untie you if you promise to be nice," Tim said, crouching beside his brother. "If you aren't, well, I guess I can't promise anything."
"Fuck you!" she said. When Tim smacked her backside with his hand, she snarled, "That all you got? I guess I won't need Bill. I'll just beat you myself."
And so, Timmy smacked her butt again, harder, and a third time harder still. She shut up then, and only just managed to keep from smiling.
Like most of Doris's friends and family, the twins were not really into punishment as a sexual release. Any beating they took part in would have to be more figurative and done with their cocks, so they took the bottle of oil from the coffee table and slathered her body with it and then began finding new and interesting openings, crevasses, and folds of skin that might provide a place to rub a cock.
"Do you think we can both fit in her cunt at once?" Tim asked as he rubbed the head of his dick along the crack of Doris's ass as she lay on her side on the mat.
Tom was straddling her head and twisting his body to get his cock between Doris's slack breasts. "No. We'd have to untie her," he answered.
"So, untie her." Tim wasn't too worried about controlling her just then. Of course, he wasn't taking into account how greasy they'd already become and had never heard of the of the old state fair contest involving greased pigs.
"Fuck no. She'll get away."
"You dirty boys got no guts," Doris moaned, smiling between them. "Too gentle. Wimpy. My Bill wouldn't be so shy."
"Fuck that," Tim said. "I bet we can both fit in her mouth at once."
"Sure, and then she'll shut up," Tom agreed.
They rolled her to her back and knelt on either side of the woman's bound body, but when Tom tapped the head of his cock against her lips, Doris refused to open her mouth.
"Come on, lady, open up!"
Doris clenched her jaw tighter and smiled a taunting smile.
"Can't spank her laying this way," Tim said, but then smiled. "Okay, lady, you're asking for it."
Tim grasped one nipple and pinched, but she was too slick to get a grip. Looking around, he saw several black binder clips lying on the desk beside the computer. He took two of them and clamped one on each nipple.
Doris cried out in a shuddering wail that was nowhere near one of pain, and Tom immediately flopped his half erect dick into her open mouth.
"Don't let her bite you," Tim warned, and then sat laughing when Tom jerked himself back in sudden fear. "Psych!" he shouted. "Why would she bite you? If she did, we'd just leave her alone here and go tell her precious Bill what she did."
"Who is Bill?" Tom asked.
"I don't know. Her kid, I suppose. I mean, she's one of the Burtons, right?"
"I suppose."
"God, you two talk a lot," Doris complained. "I'd rather have you leave me alone than listen to you talk!"
That was when the twins found that their two dick gag would, indeed, shut her up. They also found that she wouldn't participate fully unless they applied more binder clips.
They also needed Bill's belt. And the extra rope, rubber bands, and a lot of imagination. Eventually, they all had a good time.
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Albert Cassidy stepped through the door of his home shortly after eight o'clock and found Laurel on the couch feeding Gail from a bottle of her mother's breast milk. She looked up, smiling contentedly, when he entered.
"I though Sharon was coming," she said.
None of the Cassidy kids called their step mother anything but Sharon unless they were having sex. It was an odd little convention that Tim had inadvertently started by calling her their "little mommy" when she was pregnant. Now they all called her "Mom" when in bed with her for some perverse reason, and since their real mother had died nearly ten years earlier, it didn't seem odd at all.
"She's enjoying herself," he said. He took a seat beside his daughter and admired her profile a moment as she sat with the baby. "I need a rest."
"Yeah, sure," she laughed. The bottle was empty, so Laurel lifted Gail onto her shoulder and rubbed her back until the baby produced a substantial burp. "You just want to watch the baseball game."
"Okay, that, too," he admitted, grinning at his daughter. This lovely young woman was his precious daughter, confidant, lover, and he found himself feeling a great deal of pride just then. "You should get over there," he said. "Don't want to miss out on the fun."
