David Crane - Turned on twins

"Oh!" she gasped. Then, "Ooooooh!" as she began to smolder and steam with the rising thrill.

His cock was running its full length across her turbulent love bud with every thrust and the thrill spread out from her belly and coursed like an electric current through her whole being. Her cunt was melting like a wax candle around his hard wick. Even her brain seemed to be melting as the psychological thrill of fucking kept pace with the physical sensation.

Cunt juice poured from her hole, pumped out by his tightly fitting plunger and running down onto his balls. Ribbons of cream trickled in ivory rivulets down his taut thighs.

He banged up hard, hooking his prick into her like a one-horned bull ravaging a matador.

Charity squealed.

"Coming…" she wailed. "Coming now."

Tony felt her pussy turn to cream as the orgasm ripped through her with volcanic intensity.

He slammed her up and down on his dong, thrusting up as her crotch descended. She wriggled, her snatch clinging to him and milking his dick as if she possessed a mouth inside her belly, her whole limber body had started to vibrate.

Tony was trying his best to hold back, but now she was melting so he let himself go.

His thighs trembled, but not with her weight. They trembled as his bones turned to water and the crest of sensation swept through his loins and burst in his balls. He shot a creamy wad of cum straight up into her hole.

His seminal geyser struck into her womb with such force that the girl felt herself lifted on the stream, as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when it blew.

"Come, come, come!" she cried. "Pour all that thick spunk into my hot cunt, baby."

His knees dipped. He slammed in and up and blasted a second great gout of cream into her as her pussy melted around his dong. Her whole box seemed to have liquefied as the cunt juice flooded from her, mingling with the heavy dosage of jism that Tony was adding to her climax.

He shot a third wad up her cunt, and then a forth.

Drained, he clung to her, staggering.

Charity continued to wriggle and squirm on his cock as she worked out the final spasms of her climax.

Tony wobbled to the bed and sat down, then fell back. Charity perched astride him, still mounted on his pecker, a contented smile brightening her face.

"Wow," she said. "Am I gonna miss you!"

"It was all your sister's fault," Tony said. "I know," said Charity, nodding. Since she had taken his cock into her mouth, the nod served a double purpose, asserting her agreement and, at the same time, sliding her lips up and down his stalk.

His cock had diminished somewhat following the titanic orgasm he spilled up her twat, but it was still semi-tense and the girl saw no reason why she should not suck it up nice and hard all over again. Once it was perfectly hard again she could decide if she wanted another fuck or if she would rather suck him off. That bridge she would cross when she came to it and she never worried about such decisions, for her mouth was every bit as hot for pecker as her pussy was.

Tony watched her lips unpeel up and down his stalk.

His cock was hardening effortlessly under such skillful oral manipulation.

"Damn my sister," Charity said, removing her lips from his cockhead to speak, then slipping that tight collar right back over the tasty knob.

Her head moved up and down steadily.

Tony's balls had been drained but he was a potent fellow, the big sac began to fill again. His cock expanded and hardened until the bloated knob filled her hungry mouth to the brim and, as her head rose up, her lips were dragged almost inside out around that broad rod.

Tony stroked her head. She smiled around his pecker, keeping up the rhythmic head bobbing.

He said, "You'd better stop… unless you want a mouthful of cum."

"Hush," she whispered.

Tony hushed… and stiffened. Then he moaned as he fed a load of boiling jism into her mouth and throat and sighed as the voracious cocksucker gulped it down with relish.

Grinning with cream-coated lips, Charity said, "Actually, I feel sorry for my sister. Poor old prude. She's a virgin, I think, and she doesn't know what she was missing."

But Chastity Anderson, although a virgin, knew exactly what she was missing.

She knew because she was looking in the door!

Chastity greatly envied her twin sister for her sexual exploits and regretted her own virginity, but she didn't see what she could do about it, for she was determined not to be a nymphomaniac like Charity. She knew that, once she started fucking, she would partake of the pleasure with indiscriminate gusto.

How could a girl get fucked without being lewd?

The only way that Chastity could think of was to get raped, and no one had ever tried to rape her. She moved in the better social circles, amidst gentlemen who did not commit rape, and she had not the faintest idea how a horny virgin might go about meeting a sex fiend who would take her against her will and thereby give her the pleasure of a good screwing without having tainted her with the stigma of willful participation. It was a frustrating life for Chastity, whose instincts were to be as promiscuous as her twin sister.

It was that frustration and envy that had led her to blow the whistle on Charity and Tony. She had gone to his quarters above the garage fully prepared to masquerade as her sister and, thereby, get fucked while Charity took the blame.

But when Tony had noticed who she really was, the girl had been unable to go through with it under her own identity and, angry, frustrated and jealous, she had figured that if she could not get some cock under false pretenses, then why should her sister have all the cock she wanted?

So she had told her father about the affair.

She felt slightly better after that, in a mean and spiteful fashion, but as horny as ever.

Then she had seen Charity sneaking out to the garage. Her first impulse was to tell her father that her sister was at it again, but then another instinct took over. She was thrilled by the idea of witnessing her lewd sister in action! So she had followed Charity to the garage and up the stairs to the chauffeur's quarters.

Charity, never a modest girl, had neglected to close the door completely and Chastity, by kneeling down and poking one eye up to the jamb, had been able to see exactly what was going on in that room.

The sight had done nothing to alleviate her frustration.

She had watched, fascinated, as they fucked standing up. She had been able to see Tony's fat pecker slide in and out of her sister's creamy hole, see his hairy balls jammed against the twin's crotch, see the cunt juice that poured from Charity's pleasured hole. Oh, the envy that consumed her! She had pushed three fingers up her own cunt, pretending they were a prick as she finger-fucked herself and watched her sister getting the real stuff. When Tony had filled Charity's twat with jism, Chastity had almost fainted with unfulfilled desire.

And then she had watched Charity give him head!

That had been just as bad, maybe even worse. As Chastity saw her sister's lips peel back around his knob and rod, she, in absolute agony of need, bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth as if they were a cock.

Watching Charity drink his turn, Chastity had cried out with pitiful jealously. Her mouth hungered for cockmeat and her pussy was fairly melting with desire to be stuffed full of pecker, but she was destined to enjoy no more than her own hands, her own inadequate caress.

Still, if she had to settle for a handjob, she figured, she might as well make it a good one. She lurked at the door until she had determined there would be no more vicarious thrills for her to spy upon. Then she got to her feet, smoothed down her dress and walked, a trifle unsteadily, back to the house.