David Crane - Turned on twins

Chastity gulped down the savory juice as fast as she could, making room for more, as he blew a second great creamy wad into her throat.

Ike sank back on the seat.

Chastity followed him down, sucking furiously as she milked his cock and balls to the very dregs. His dick began to diminish in her mouth.

But as it grew smaller, the greedy girl, awakened to the joy of sucking cock, merely stuffed more of the softening root into her mouth. Maybe if she continued to suck, it would get big and hard again… Maybe she could drink another load of jism from the same fantastic prick.

Dimly, she became aware that the other fellow had hauled out his dong and, kneeling on the floor, was trying to push it into her crotch. The knob bumped against her thigh. She opened her legs wider and pushed her ass to the edge of the seat.

Frank fitted his cockhead to her twat and pushed. Her cunt lips parted; his dick vanished up that virginal hole.

He began to fuck her with jerky strokes.

Chastity smiled around her mouthful of cockmeat. She felt very clever.

She had perfected the ideal way to prevent rape. If she sucked them dry and opened her legs to them all, they would surely have, no energy left, afterwards, with which to force their way upon her!

The maid let Tony in.

He waited in the hallway while she went to summon Anderson. The maid returned in a few minutes, looking shocked. She had found the master fucking his daughter. But Tony didn't know that and the maid, knowing her place, was not about to tell him.

A minute later Anderson and one of his daughters came down the broad staircase.

They were walking hip to hip and he had his hand cupped over her ass. If Tony hadn't known better, the way her hemline was being dragged up, he would have suspected that Anderson had his fingers dipped into the girl's crotch from behind. But that, of course, was impossible.

"What is it?" Anderson asked, a bit annoyed at having his incestuous interlude interrupted.

"I wanted to fetch my things from the garage, sir."

The girl was staring at him. She seemed to be trying to remember something but her memory had become clouded by all the lovely orgasms she'd had on her father's dong. Something had slipped her mind.

"Yes, yes… by all means… why disturb me?"

Then the gardener rushed in.

"A terrible thing has happened!" he cried, panting from his run. Like a plant or a tree, he was normally stationary. Now he handed Anderson the ransom note. Anderson looked annoyed, for he was right-handed and, taking the note automatically in his dextral way, he had absent-mindedly removed his wet fingers from his daughter's juicy box. Now that he had discovered the joys of that snatch, he hated to neglect it.

He read the note.

"My God! Chastity's been kidnapped!" he cried.

"Charity, you mean," Tony said.

The girl remembered then.

"No, Chastity," she said.

Tony gaped at her. He saw the birthmark on her neck.

"This is terrible," Anderson said.

"It sure is," said Charity.

Tony was staring at her, looking horrified.

"I forgot," she told him. "Daddy and I started fucking, and it completely slipped my mind."

"My God!" Tony wailed. "How could you?"

"Fuck Daddy? Oh, it was easy. He found me using my rubber dick and he had a hard-on and, you know."

"Errr… a bit of discretion, dearest," said Anderson.

"I meant… how could you forget?" Tony said. "I know you'll fuck anyone, but how could you forget our plan?"

The gardener, hearing that sexy Charity would fuck anyone, pricked up his ears. Maybe she would even fuck a gardener.

"What plan? Is there something I fail to comprehend?" said Anderson, frowning.

"Maybe you'd better dismiss the gardener, Daddy…"

"Back to your plants, my man!"

The gardener left.

"Now, then… what's this all about?" Anderson demanded.

Charity, looking very contrite, said, "I was mad at you, Daddy. That was before you were so nice to me and fucked me and let me suck you off and everything and… well, Tony and I had a plan to get even with you…"

Tony staggered against the wall, white as a ghost.

Charity, eyes cast down, told her father what she and the ex-chauffeur had planned.

Amazingly, when she had finished, Anderson chuckled.

"So they kidnapped the wrong girl! How droll!"

Tony said, "But you don't understand, sir. They intend to rape her, as well. That wouldn't have mattered, if it had been Charity, because she wanted it… But your other daughter is a virginal prude who will not take kindly to being plundered."

"Nonsense," said Anderson.

He looked fondly at Charity. She snuggled up to him and his hand slipped into her crotch once more. He was still holding the ransom note. The paper crinkled as it crumpled into her crotch, then stopped crinkling as that creamy cunt soaked it.

Anderson said, "It will no doubt do the prudish little bitch a power of good. My own ideas on sex were mistakes… but that was before Charity and I found we had so much in common. Now… well, you say they do not intend to hurt her… merely to fuck her. A fine idea. Perhaps Chastity will turn out as wonderful as Charity, once she's had some cock."

Tony was stunned. He just stood there, gaping like a goldfish, as Anderson fondled Charity's cunt.

Anderson said, "Be a good fellow and run along now, will you, Tony? My daughter and I have some more fucking to do."

"And sucking, too," Charity added.

Anderson chuckled. He was wondering if he might come to some sort of sexual arrangement with Chastity, too, once she'd been broken in and knew the pleasures of sex. He would love to get his two sexy twin daughters in bed together.

They turned towards the stairs. Her skirt was hiked up over his forearm as he dipped his hand in under her ass cheeks and fingered her snatch. He looked over his shoulder.

"Oh, you might tell those abductor fellas to send her home when they've had enough," he said.

Then father and daughter, hip to hip, went up the stairs.

Tony was so shocked and stunned that he couldn't move for a few minutes. Then he went out to his car. He felt tremendously guilty. He had never liked Chastity, but he certainly didn't want to be responsible for the defloweration of a virgin. Maybe, if he hurried, he could rescue her before the villains raped her.

He drove off fast.

But he was far too late.

King Kelly had a mistress whom he kept in a cottage in the country and they had decided to keep the kidnapped girl there until the ransom was paid and fetched.

They were there now.

Chastity was tied to a chair.

They hadn't intended to tie her up, seeing no need for it, but the girl had insisted. It was part of the game. So they bound her hands behind the back of the chair.

But they left her legs free and open. As soon as she was on the chair, she said, "Hurry up and fuck me, before you get the idea to rape me."

That baffled them somewhat, not knowing the way the girl's mind worked.

And it enraged Kelly's mistress, a sultry, dark-haired gun moll named Belinda.

"If you think you're going to rape that poor girl in my house, King Kelly, you are sadly mistaken!" she said.

Kelly was terrified of his mistress. He looked sheepish and said, "Certainly not, dearest."

"Get out of here right now," she said.

The three hoodlums left the room.

The moment they were gone, Belinda's face changed. The outrage faded away and she smiled as she walked up to the helpless blonde.

"Did they hurt you, honey?" she asked. "Oh, not at all. The big fellow came in my mouth and the thin one shot in my cunt but they didn't hurt me. Your boyfriend was driving the car and he never so much as laid a hand on me… not even a feel of tit."