David Crane - Turned on twins

"Cut the shit, sister," he rasped. "These are private grounds, you base-born scoundrel! Get your filthy hands off me!"

Ike dragged her into the back of the car.

Chastity screamed loudly and the gardener raised his head in surprise. Kelly tossed the ransom note out of the window and the car moved off.

Up at the house, Tony rang the front doorbell.

The gardener came down to the path, looking bemused. Plants, he knew; flowers he knew. He could deal with earthworms and beetles and fertilizer… but he didn't know anything about kidnappings. He stood, rubbing his red neck and watching the big black car vanish down the road. Then he found the note.

Although she was eager to get fucked, Chastity was still Chastity. She struggled in the back of the car as violently as if she had not known what to expect. She had to put up a fight to preserve her own self-image, of course. Although she was drooling for the dicks of these vile creatures, she could never have let on that she wanted them. She had to play her role.

"Release me this instant!" she cried.

She slapped Ike across the face.

Frank giggled, thinking, That must have hurt.

"Shut up, bitch," Ike snarled.

She was between Ike and Frank in the back seat, twisting violently. For a slim young girl, she was strong and sinewy, having spent long hours on the tennis courts and in the swimming pool as a means of sublimating her frustrated lust. They were having a hard time holding her.

Chastity got excited now. She was almost forgetting that this was only play-acting as she struggled. Then she remembered what a girl was supposed to do if a rapist grabbed her. She was supposed to squeeze them by the balls.

Chastity smiled. She had never grabbed a man by the balls in her life. It was far too shameful a thing for a chaste young lady to do. But in this case, squeezing in combat rather than passion, it was perfectly acceptable.

Fully justified, Chastity reached down with both hands. She grabbed Frank's balls in one hand and got a firm grip on Ike's big sacs with the other.

"Oh, Jesus, lady… don't do that!" Frank howled.

Chastity squeezed.

But she squeezed very gently. She intended to hurt them, of course, but somehow all that strength she had displayed earlier had failed her. Her hands caressed them gently. Chastity felt their balls swell in her hands and, above those balls, dicks began to harden.

This was strange. Men were supposed to scream and faint when their balls were crushed, but her efforts seemed ineffective. Perhaps she had gotten it wrong. Maybe a girl was supposed to grab their cocks instead of their balls, when fighting furiously to defend her virtue.

Her hands moved up onto their pricks.

Frank's dick was slender and she couldn't get much of a grip on it through his trousers, but Ike had a whopper.

Chastity decided to concentrate on Ike.

With a prick like that, he was obviously the biggest threat to her virginity and she knew she had better put him out of the fight first.

She began playing with his dick with both hands, fingering the swollen knob and running her palm up and down the stout, iron-hard rod.

Ike groaned deeply. It sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure, but Chastity knew that was impossible. It simply had to be a whimper of agony.

Encouraged, she stroked his cock harder and faster.

But still the man did not faint.

What was she doing wrong? Maybe because his pants were made of a heavy material, it was cushioning her grip. That sounded logical. She decided that she would have to get hold of his bare, unprotected pecker in order to make him submit.

She opened his fly.

Chastity had never opened a man's fly before, but she knew instinctively how to go about it; she pulled the zipper down and dipped her hand in. She gasped as she touched his naked, writhing weapon – her first feel of prick!

She hauled out his dong.

Frank had started to stroke the insides of her thighs, his hands moving up. Chastity parted her legs. It was just as well to let him occupy himself with her pussy, she thought, so that he would not realize that she was wringing his companion into surrender. He rubbed her cunt. She tilted her ass up, so that he could get at it easily.

Frank grinned, realizing she wore no panties. He began to push his middle finger in and out of her wet hole.

"She's a raver, boss," he grunted.

Kelly glanced in the rear-view mirror.

"I'm fighting!" Chastity explained.

She was staring down at Ike's massive dork. It sprouted out of his open fly like a tree, she thought. The man must have to hire a gardener to tend the roots and a tree surgeon whenever he got a dose of clap.

She folded one small fist around the thick stalk. Her fingers could barely span it. She began to pump slowly up and down, while she fingered his cockhead with her other hand. She tightened her grip, frigging him steadily. But it had no effect on him. Chastity understood why her attack was failing… a cock that huge would be invulnerable to a normal girl's feeble strength.

Her hands simply were too weak to squeeze him into submission. Whatever could she do?

She smiled fiendishly.

She would bite him!

The girl lowered her face to his smoking peckerhead. She paused, only an inch above his knob, savoring the expectation of her first taste of cockmeat.

Ike sighed happily.

She figured that he had realized she intended to bite him and was sighing with resignation. Then she slipped his giant cockhead into her mouth.

Chastity forgot to bite.

The moment her mouth was filled with that delicious slab of meat, she started sucking with gusto, just as if she'd been sucking dicks all her life. Her cheeks drew in and her tongue flashed back and forth against the underside of his fat dickhead. She was fairly inhaling it.

Frank had started using three fingers on her gash now, pushing them up that slippery hole to the knuckles. Her hips darted about and her belly danced. Her loins thrust forward and then drew back as she worked her pussy around on his hand. She was amazed at how nice it felt to have someone else's fingers up her cunt. It had never felt nearly as good when she fingerfucked herself.

But at the moment, as much as she was enjoying having her cunt frigged, she was more interested in the huge cock that was throbbing in her mouth.

She adored it!

She loved the taste and the texture and the way the big slab flared as she pulled on it with her lips and pulsated when her nimble tongue slurped over it.

Her head bobbed up and down, she took as much of the massive rod into her mouth as she possibly could, gagging as the hot tip filled her throat.

Ike rested a broad hand on the back of her head, pushing down as he fucked up into her face.

Her lips were stretched widely around his bulk as she rose up, they turned nearly inside out. She went down again, filling her gullet with meat. Suddenly a trickle of jism ran out onto her tongue. Her eyes snapped wide open in shock. She let that sluggish drop run over her tastebuds, then slide down her throat. The instant she tasted that preliminary hint of the feast to come, the cock-starved girl went wild. Her head began to fly up and down like a cylinder on his piston-dong, slurping and sucking through every blessed inch. Her tongue folded into a pathway over which his peckerhead rose en route to her throat.

"Lady, you're gonna get a drink…" Ike rasped.

"Oh, no!" she wailed, just like Brier Rabbit pleading against the briar patch. "Oh, don't come in my mouth."

Then she pushed her mouth back down his cock.

"Unghhh…" she gasped, as her gullet filled.

Ike howled like a demented wolf. His hips slammed upwards, driving his dick into her mouth.

Suddenly her mouth was full of cum.