David Crane - Turned on twins

They moved in counterpoint. As Tony slammed in, Dolly pushed her cunt down onto his prong. As he withdrew, she twisted her nimble hips with a rotating motion twat fairly worked his cock as if it had been in a wringer.

Her heels drummed on his ass, her hands clawed at his shoulders, her tongue flailed in his mouth.

The preliminary cunt lapping had brought the horny redhead near the peak. Within moments she started to tremble. Then her cunt melted on his cock.

Tony held back, waiting until Dolly was at the very crest of her climax, her whole supple, well-packed body vibrating as the thrill coursed through her from head to toes, like an electric current that was setting her aflame.

Then he poured his spunk up her hole.

His spermaries had been working overtime – glad of the extra work in return for the reward of unloading in this sweet pussy – and although he'd already shot into Charity three times, his cum came boiling out as potently as if he'd been sex-starved and chaste for a month.

Great coils and loops of jism burst into her womb and the girl wailed with joy and writhed on this spurting prong as her cunt creamed around it, their juices blending together and filling her loins to the brim.

Tony sank down onto her soft body and Dolly cradled him in arms and legs.

Tony was thinking that, except for the money, it was not a bad thing to have lost his job. With a girl like Dolly at home, he would not greatly miss naughty little Charity.

Dolly was thinking much the same thing. If only money had not been a problem, they could stay home and fuck and suck all day.

But money was a problem… magnified by gambling debts and threats from loan sharks. She sighed. She guessed she would have to waste time slinging up ham and eggs in a diner, when she would so much rather spend the days slinging up hot pussy on his dong and in his face.

They would have to do something about money… tomorrow.

In the meanwhile, his cock was still up her cunt.

It had diminished slightly but it had not gone completely soft. She moved her hips. That welcome lodger twitched.

Neither of them now employed, they spent the day as people of leisure, with plenty of leisurely fucking.

Morning came.

Charity Anderson awoke from her usual erotic dreams, with her rubber dick still up her twat and, since it was already in place, she fucked herself to a creamy climax while she was still half-asleep, and half-dreaming. But then, fully awake, she remembered that the big-dicked chauffeur had been dismissed, that no longer could she get him to drive his cock up her carnal highway whenever she got the whim for his services.

Shit, she thought.

Down the hallway, Chastity Anderson awoke in her normal state of frustration. She rubbed her pussy a little but stopped before she had an orgasm. She decided to wait until her lewd twin had gone down to breakfast. She intended to borrow her sister's dildo again.

The poor people, like the rich, also awoke that morning.

Tony and Dolly awoke at the same time and smiled sheepishly at each other when they realized that they had both fallen asleep in the midst of a final fuck the night before. He was still on top of her, his cock was still up her hole and it was still hard. It seemed a shame to waste the position, which they would only have to maneuver into again, so they screwed.

Afterwards, Tony pondered his predicament. He was sitting by the window, trying to figure out what to do about his debts.

Dolly was still on the bed, naked, just in case he got the urge for another fuck.

Tony could see no way out of it. If Dolly got a job immediately, she would not get paid enough to make the payment that was due to the gamblers. Even if he found another job straight off too, it would still be a problem. He didn't think they would take kindly to being stalled yet again. He was worried. He was worried all the time except while he was fucking and, potent as he was, he couldn't fuck every minute of the day.

He wondered if Charity could loan him some money.

He doubted it, especially now that her father had cut off her allowance, but she was the only girl he could think of. He knew she was a selfish bitch and wouldn't do a favor gladly, but her own greed might be turned against her… if he were to get her into a position where she was desperate for some pecker, and then deny it to her until she promised him some money… Well, that just might possibly work. It was worth a try. It would be fun, as well. He decided to telephone her and set up a meeting.

"Honey, I have to go get some cigarettes," he said.

"Okay," Dolly said. "Don't be long."

She winked and rubbed her snatch. It annoyed Tony a bit. Didn't she realize what a terrible predicament he was in? The gamblers had threatened to break his legs if he was late with another payment and all she was thinking of was sex. She probably didn't give a damn if he had broken legs, as long as they didn't break his cock, he thought.

He went on out.

He could just imagine himself in traction, strung up on the bed, helpless, with his arms and legs in plaster casts, while Dolly merrily slid up and down on his dick all day and all night. She'd wind up breaking that, too.

He went to the drugstore on the corner and placed a call to Charity Anderson.

"Oh, I'm so glad you phoned, Tony," Charity said.

"Can I see you today?"

"Sure."

"I guess I better not come there. Can you meet me at the Old Log Inn at noon?"

"Um-hum," she said. "Bring the old log."

"I wouldn't be seen without it."

They rang off.

Charity, humming happily to herself, began to get dressed in order, soon, to get undressed.

On the extension, Chastity quietly hung up. The Old Log Inn, huh? Well, well… if things worked out, maybe she wouldn't have to settle for a used dildo, after all. She, too, began to get dressed, but she didn't dress the way she usually did. She put, on big sunglasses and a large-brimmed hat that shielded most of the top of her face and a curly black wig. She looked in the mirror. She was satisfied that no one would recognize her without a close inspection. Then she carefully drew a heartshaped birthmark on her neck so that, even after she had removed the disguise, no one would recognize her. They would think she was her sister.

She wasn't sure yet how and when she would be able to pull the switch, but she was determined. She fully intended to get some of that big dick that her lewd sister was hogging.

Tony left the phone booth and headed for the door of the drugstore. Through the window he could see the front of his apartment building and, just as he reached the door, he stopped dead. A woman with big tits bumped into him and glowered, but Tony didn't notice those huge pillows cushioning his back.

He had seen three men go into his building. He recognized them. They were King Kelly, the gambler, and two of his largest and ugliest goons…

It's a good thing I'm not home, Tony thought, as he started to sweat. But Dolly was home! Surely, they wouldn't hurt the innocent girl? But they might. It would be abject cowardice on Tony's pan to stay away and let Dolly deal with those frightful villains. He set his jaw in determination. Then it went slack again. Tony had never claimed to be courageous. He decided to let Dolly handle it.

Dolly was still naked on the bed when the door burst open. She looked up, smiling, thinking that her lover had been so horny for her cunt than he'd come running back. Her legs opened. Then she saw the three strangers in the doorway and she closed her legs demurely.

"You must have the wrong apartment," she said.

They were staring at her. But Dolly had never been known for her modesty. Except for her legs together, she made no attempt to conceal her charms. Her cunt was hidden. If they wanted to stare at her tits and pubic mound, so what?