TW: Includes bondage and coercion. But if you think about it, Selma and Patty already have done the same in canon so at least not as degenerate, maybe? Skippable if you want.
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Selma, with her head still pressed into Leo's boner, looked up with her eyes.
"Sugar-plum. Sugar-plum, listen. I have an idea."
"No."
"It's a good idea, sugar-plum."
Patty, eyes squeezed shut. "Selma, I am begging you not to say what you are about to say."
Selma ignored her. "You could untie one hand. Just one. My right. And I could —"
"No, Selma." Leo felt that untying any part of them would defeat the point of having them helpless. Besides, he knew if he said no now, he could get more out in the end. Never settle at the first offer.
He was quickly proven right.
"But, you got a situation down here." Selma's tongue came out and licked his hardness through the pants.
"Looks uncomfortable. We could help with it."
"We?" Leo raised an eyebrow.
"Mm-hm. Me and Patty. Right here. Just our mouths. You don't even gotta lift a finger."
"Fuck. I really hate this," Patty muttered. "First off, don't throw me into your offer like I already signed off. Second, Selma, you don't start a negotiation by giving him what he wants. You make him agree to something first. Just like we do at the DMV lines."
"Sugar-plum," Selma said, tilting her head. "Counter-offer. We do the thing, both of us, mouths only. After... you let us go."
Leo let out a single laugh. "You're tied to the couch, Selma. You don't have a lot of leverage."
Patty cut in from the other side. "Don't get ahead of yourself. Although I haven't agreed to that idea specifically… you're wrong about the leverage. You can't stay in our apartment forever. At some point you have to leave. And the second you do, there's nothing keeping us from telling somebody what you did to us in here."
"You hit me with a car and locked me in a trunk, Patty. There is nothing you can say to anybody that doesn't put both of you in cuffs first."
'Unless the police here are really incapable,' Leo told himself. He thought about the possibly and realized it was Springfield. 'Okay, maybe a high possibility.'
Meanwhile, Patty's jaw tightened. She didn't have a comeback.
"But," Leo said, "let's just do Selma's offer. Both of you finish me off. After that, I untie you. We don't speak of any of this again. Deal?"
"Deal!" Selma said immediately, brightening up against his thigh.
Leo turned his head to Patty.
"So... even you agree? You're going to suck it too, right?"
Patty's jaw clenched tighter. He could see her running the math. Tied to a couch. Spanked. Dress flipped. The man in front of her had a cock the length of her forearm tented two inches from her face.
The math was not favoring her.
Leo brought his hand up and smacked the side of her face, just enough to refocus her. Then for fun, he moved his tented up pants from Selma's face to hers and pressed it against her.
"Answer."
"Even me," she gritted through her teeth.
"Say it like you mean it."
"Even me."
"Add sir"
"Even me.Sir."
"That's better."
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He stepped to the center, undid his belt, and let his pants and underwear drop in one motion.
He heard one low whistle from Selma.
"Sheesh. Told you."
Leo stepped forward until he was standing right at the edge of the couch, the heavy length of him hanging directly between the two identical faces at face height.
"You move it where you want it," Selma said.
"Dont tell me what to do."
The twins had been around. Both of them, separately, had taken plenty of men to bed over the years, bowling alley pickups, bus drivers, that one guy they had even raped that got them into trouble. But always separately. Even for that last guy, they went into the room at different times. They had compared notes, but neither had ever, in all those years, actually seen each other in action.
It was new.
Leo took his cock in his hand and chose left.
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Selma got him first.
He laid the underside of his cock flat across the side of her face, jaw to cheekbone, the heavy length resting against her skin. He dragged it slow, side to side. Her breath came hot through her nose. She turned her face into it and pressed her cheek up into his shaft, eyes half-lidded, lipstick smearing in a thin red line up toward her temple.
"That's a face full," she muttered.
He did it for another full ten seconds, dragging himself across her cheek in slow lazy passes, watching her face change with each one. Her eyes had gone heavier. Her mouth had fallen open a quarter-inch on its own, the bottom lip wet where she'd been working her tongue against the inside of it. The smear on her face had grown into a full red streak now, running from the corner of her mouth all the way up to the edge of her hairline, and the side of his cock was painted in a faint matching pink from the transfer.
He tipped his hips and let the tip drag down to her mouth.
Her tongue came out. She licked him slowly from the underside of the head down to his hand and back up. Then again. Her tongue was hot and a little rough and she did not stop looking up at him while she did it. Leo didn't look at her eyes at all. Only her mouth. Selma tipped her face up and dragged the flat of her tongue around the head in a tight wet circle, finishing with a small flick at the underside of the tip.
He felt the flick on the most sensitive nerve at the back of the head, a quick precise tick of tongue that sent a clean pulse up the length of him before she went back to her broad strokes. She did it again at the end of her next pass — same place, same precision, like she'd been saving it. She knew exactly what she was doing.
From across the cushion, Patty made a annoyed comment "Hey. The little flick at the end. Where'd you pick that up?"
"None of your business, Patty."
"Looks like it works."
"Of course it works."
Leo let shook his head hearing them and shifted right.
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Patty was not eager.
He laid the length of himself across her cheek, dragged it slow. Patty turned her face after multiple seconds of hesitation, made a low sound at the back of her throat, and rubbed her cheek up against his shaft like she was trying to get comfortable.
"Huh," she said. "Heavier than it looks."
"Stop talking and lick it."
"Ugh. Yeah, all right."
She nuzzled into the underside of dick for a full second, eyes closed, the corner of her mouth pressed up against the base of him in something that was almost a kiss.
Her tongue came out and dragged up the underside from base to tip in one slow flat stripe, catching under the ridge before flicking off the end. She did it again. Then a third time, slower. The very tip of her tongue tracing a small tight circle around the slit at the head before she opened her mouth and pulled the whole tip in for one wet suck.
Where Selma had been precise, Patty was generous. Her tongue was wider, her licks longer, her mouth lazier and sloppier when she opened it. She didn't do the contained pinpoint flick her sister did. She did the opposite. The full-tongue lick that started at the tip and ran the entire underside length of him in one unbroken drag, the wet of it leaving a glistening trail behind. By her third pass the underside of him was thoroughly wet with her. By her fourth she'd added the pointed-tip-into-the-slit move on the head, and Leo felt his hips twitch forward involuntarily before he caught himself.
From the other side, Selma made a small interested noise. "Oh. That one. Pointed-tip-into-the-hole bit."
"Yeah."
"I never figured a guy actually liked that."
"Drives 'em nuts."
Leo pushed her head back onto him. "Keep sucking."
He let her work for another minute before he shifted to the middle.
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Two faces, an inch apart at the cheek.
He lowered his cock down between them and laid the underside flat across the seam where the very edges of their cheeks almost met, his dick bridging the gap.
"Now... at the same time."
There was a half-second of awkwardness. Both their tongues came out at once and ran into each other up near the head. Patty pulled hers back. Selma pulled hers back. They both restarted from the base, ran the parallel route up the shaft, and bumped a second time at the ridge. Selma made a small flat "huh" through her nose. Patty muttered "excuse me".
"Figure it out." Leo wanted a better experience.
They tried a different approach.
Selma settled into the side of the tip. Patty took the underside of the shaft. They locked into the rhythm without discussing it. Selma's tongue working tight wet circles around the ridge while Patty dragged long flat broad licks up the bottom of him from his balls to where her sister was working, and the awkward stop-and-start smoothed out into something with a tempo.
Leo looked down.
Two twins lying flat and tied up on the couch on their stomachs, shoulder to shoulder, two identical faces angled up at him, both sets of eyeliner-rimmed eyes locked on his dick, two red mouths working him in tandem. Both unable to do move or do anything but give him a blowjob.
The lipstick was a mess on both of them now. There was twin smears running up their cheeks, the streaks migrating up into the lower edge of their hair on the inside where the two heads almost touched. He had Patty's lipstick on the bottom of him and Selma's lipstick on the head of him and he did not know which sister was doing better.
Patty's eyes were the heavier-lidded of the two. Her cheek was mashed up against the shaft on her side, her lips slack and wet, her tongue lazy and broad and never breaking stride. Every few strokes she'd close her eyes for a long second and let her mouth open against the underside in a soft wet kiss before her tongue came back out.
Selma's eyes stayed open. She was watching him the whole time. Tight wet circles around the ridge, then a slow soft suck on the very tip, then back to circles, all on her own clock.
The wet sound was constant. Soft sloppy lapping from the bottom, the deeper wetter sound of Selma's mouth opening and closing on the head, the small smack her lips made each time she released him. Sometimes one of their tongues would slip and run into the other's at the ridge and there would be a half-second of accidental contact between two sister tongues. After the third time it happened, Patty stopped pulling back. Selma didn't either.
Leo's hand let go.
He didn't need to steer his cock. The two of them were keeping him perfectly in place between their faces with the pressure of their cheeks alone, their two heads pushed in close enough that the inner edges of both cheeks were squeezed up against either side of his shaft like a soft, warm vise. He flexed himself once just to feel it. Both their mouths twitched at the movement.
A long thin strand of saliva connected the corner of Patty's mouth to the underside of his shaft on the next downstroke and broke and reattached and broke again.
He felt the cum at the base start to gather.
It came up faster than he expected. Maybe it was the tag-team effort. Maybe it was the visual. Maybe it was the way Selma had figured out the underside-of-the-tip move from watching Patty do it twice and was now alternating it with her own circle technique. Whatever it was, the feeling climbed past warning and into countdown in about ten seconds.
He let out a low sound through his teeth.
The sisters realized it was coming. Twin pairs of eyes flicked up at him, sharper than they had been. Patty's licks got slower and longer and wetter. Selma's circles got tighter and faster, and she started pulling the head into her mouth between the circles for a slow wet seal-and-release that happened every other stroke.
He didn't try to hold it.
The cum rushed up and broke and he tipped over the edge with his hand still in the side of Selma's hair. The first pulse hit Selma square in the open mouth. She did not pull back. The second went up across the bridge of her nose and into her hair. The third he angled, just barely, onto Patty's cheek and the corner of her mouth at the same time. She flinched, then Leo reached down and made her mouth open wider, and the fourth one went in clean.
After that he lost track.
He came in long heavy waves between the two of them, and the two of them just took it. They couldn't move anyway. Selma kept her mouth open and let it land on her tongue, the corner of her lips, the side of her chin. Patty closed her eyes and turned her face as it continued to streak across her cheekbone and down the side of her nose.
By the time he was done both of their faces were a wreck.
Streaked red lipstick. Smudged mascara. Wet eyes. Long thin streaks of him drying on Patty right cheek and across the bridge of her nose, a heavier pool in the corner of Patty's mouth that she licked at lazily, smaller drops scattered across both foreheads.
He stepped back.
Patty's cheek went down flat against the cushion. Selma's eyes drifted half-shut. Both of them were breathing slow and heavy through their open mouths.
Their dresses were still flipped up. Both of them still had their wide asses on full display over the back of the couch, cheeks still glowing pink and red from the spankings, white thongs still wedged tight in the cracks of both of them.
Leo looked down at himself.
He was still hard.
The whole length of him was still standing up against his stomach, with absolutely no intention of standing down. He had pent-up energy he did not know what to do with. The two of them lying there flat on his couch, faces wrecked, asses bared and bloomed, panties wedged, was doing something to his body that the blowjob had not cleared. They were vulnerable and couldn't do anything.
He looked at the clock.
He had time. Not a lot. But some.
He started to limp out of the living room and down the hall to the bedroom.
"Hey! Where are you going!" Shouted Patty.
"We had an agreement, Sugarplum," begged Selma.
Leo ignored them as entered the bedroom. He didn't know which of the sisters' rooms it was. It didn't matter. He pulled open the top drawer of the dresser. He found what he was looking for in the back corner. A small flat box, the foil packets inside slightly scattered.
Condoms.