David Crane - Turned on twins

"Errr… thank you, Miss."

"You'd better take me to the tennis club now. I'm already late for my lesson."

Rather bemused, by the whole thing, Tony started the ear.

Charity was prim and proper for the rest of the trip.

And that was how Tony discovered the way to tell which sister was Charity arid which Chastity.

The next day she blew him again.

Charity seemed to like Tony.

At least, she liked his cock.

Sometimes she liked it in her mouth and sometimes she liked it in her cunt, but she liked it several times a week. Usually they had sex in the car, but sometimes she came to him in the chauffeur's quarters above the garage. Tony didn't live there, since he had his own apartment in town which he shared with a sexy redhead named Dolly Parker but it was handy to have accommodation on the job, especially when Charity got the urge to do it in a bed instead of in the car. He preferred the bed, himself for one thing, it gave them a chance to get naked and perform a few gyrations that were awkward, difficult or impossible in the confines of the Rolls-Royce.

Charity had offered to visit him in his own apartment but Tony had made a series of excuses. He didn't figure that Dolly would care to have another girl on the premises. Dolly was getting suspicious enough as it was, when Tony came home with a limp and exhausted dick.

Several months passed and Tony was getting his gambling debts paid as he drew a steady salary and was getting his ashes hauled with regularity by Charity, as well as by his live-in girlfriend, Dolly, so everything seemed to be going well for him.

Then came the crunch.

Tony was in the quarters over the garage, putting on his uniform as he prepared to take Chastity to church. The door opened and Charity looked in.

At least, Tony figured it was Charity, for Chastity had never come to his quarters and surely would not have opened the door without knocking.

Or so he thought.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, just about to pull his pants on, and his big dick was fully exposed. The blonde's eyes flashed as she gazed at that formidable tool. It wasn't hard, at the moment, but even in a soft condition it was an impressive hunk of meat as it dangled over the edge of the mattress, the big knob swinging slightly as he raised one foot.

"Oh, hello," he said.

She had a funny look on her face, "You don't seem surprised to see me," she said.

"Why, should I be?"

"Quite."

"But I don't have time to fuck you now, Charity… I have to take that prudish sister of yours to church."

The girl's eyes were fixed on his prick, just as if she had never seen such a thing before. As if her vision had some tactile, caressing quality, his cock began to harden and swell. Her eyes moved up and down and as her gaze stroked him, his dick came up in a series of jolts. It was just as if she were masturbating him with her stroking eyes.

The girl seemed fascinated by his prick, and by the effect her attention had upon that mighty meaty engine. Like a bird looking into the eye of a snake, she was mesmerized.

The knob flipped up and the rod stood straight out, parallel with the bed. Then it rose up, cranking itself into the angle of rampant readiness.

Tony glanced at his watch.

"I suppose we have time for a quicky," he said.

Charity was so talented with her mouth and her twat that it was perfectly possible to pour a load of jism into her in a matter of seconds, if one chose.

The girl advanced into the room, as if drawn to his cock by some irresistible polar gravity.

Tony stood up and pushed his hips out, offering his big rod to the approaching girl. She tossed her head.

Tony stiffened. In fact, his whole body went as stiff as his pecker.

As she tossed her head, her golden hair swirled, from her neck and her neck was unblemished. There was no identifying birthmark on that smooth, graceful sweep. It was Chastity!

Tony gulped and blushed. Feebly, he said, "Gee, we shouldn't be joking about such naughty things… since we've never done them or anything and you are such a proper girl and… errr…"

But it was too late to squirm out of his predicament.

Chastity's expression changed. The fascination bled from her face as she turned pale, then flushed bright scarlet. Whatever the girl had intended, she saw now that her true identity had been exposed and she could no longer carry out the pretense of being her wanton sister.

"So! I had a shrewd idea that you were doing sinful things to my sister. I thought I could find you out, you monster!"

She was still looking at his cock. Tony was confused and just stood there with his pecker jutting out.

Christ! he thought. I shouldn't have let on that I knew which twin she was… But it was too late. Under her own identity, Chastity had to be chaste.

"I'm going to tell my father!" she said. "I simply will not have a sister screwing the chauffeur on the premises."

"Aw, don't do that," he pleaded. But the blonde twin tore her eyes away from his sightly pecker and dashed from the room.

Tony sighed and got dressed.

Five minutes later Jonathan Anderson stormed in.

"You're fired," he announced.

"I was afraid of that."

"Good Lord, man! It's bad enough that my lewd daughter should be spreading pussy around the country club and the tennis club and society events… I simply will not tolerate having her cavorting with a low-born chauffeur!"

So it was that Tony lost his job. Anderson departed and Tony began to get undressed again, to change out of the uniform prior to departure.

Then one of the twins came in. Tony stared at her and she drew her hair back, revealing the birthmark that identified her as Charity.

"Your father dismissed me," he said. "Yeah, I know. The old bastard shouted at me, too. He's real angry. He says he's going to cut my allowance off and not let me have any money at all. Golly! How can a rich girl find herself some prick if she's got no money? I mean, it's easy for poor girls and common tramps, but for me… It's all your fault, Tony! If you hadn't been balling me…"

Tony could see that the girl was so distressed at the thought that she might have to go cockless that he didn't remind her that the whole affair had been at her instigation.

"You'll simply have to let me visit you in town," she said, "until I find a new lover, anyhow."

"Well?"

"You owe me, Tony!"

"We'll work something out," he said.

It might well be possible, at that. His mind worked quickly. Now that he had no job, he figured that Dolly would have to go to work and that he would be able to bring Charity in while Dolly was out and thereby get two shifts going.

The girl was mollified. She was rather a selfish little bitch and was not concerned that the chauffeur had lost his job, as long as her supply of dick was still available.

And speaking of dick…

Charity advanced on Tony, who still had no pants on.

His cock had gone limp by this time and was hanging down along his thigh in a big loop. "Not now," he said.

"Now," she said.

She reached out and wrapped her hand possessively around the root of his big, dangling dick.

"I'm not in the mood," he protested.

"You will be," she said, perfectly confident in her ability to inspire the man.

She skimmed her lightly clenched fist up and down his fat shaft a few times. The big rod began to tighten spasmodically and the head started to swell and flush.

Tony might not be in the mood, but his cock was. That willful warrior paid no heed to the desires or emotions of the man to whom it was attached, none whatsoever. It had always been a self-centered pecker, a hedonistic wad of meat, every bit as selfish as Charity… and as greedy.