David Crane - Turned on twins

By the time she got to her bedroom, Chastity was fairly burning with desire. She locked the door and lay down on the bed. Chastity was well acquainted with the art of masturbation, for she found it necessary to bring herself off with regularity.

She thought about how her sister had writhed and squirmed on the chauffeur's big juicy cock as he fed it up her snatch. The thought was inspirational. Her nipples had exploded and stood out like bullets, thrusting into the thin material of her dress.

Quickly she pulled her dress over her head and began to rub and massage her pert mounds and, as if her nipples were starter buttons connected to her cunt, she felt her crotch begin to throb with need.

She pulled her panty leg to one side and dipped her hand into her snatch. Her cunt felt like it was steaming. She drew her knees up and opened her thighs and began to run her fingertips along her juicy gash, dipping into the flooded slot and then flicking across her tingling love-bud.

She thought of Charity drinking the chauffeur's spunk and, bringing her free hand to her mouth, began to suck her fingers again. Her cheeks went in and out and her tongue flared as she pushed her fingers in and out of her mouth.

She wished desperately that it were a real cock. If only that stupid chauffeur hadn't recognized her, she could have had her face stuffed with the genuine article.

Her left hand, which had been stroking her pussy, was soaked with cunt juice. She switched hands and began to push her slippery fingers into her mouth, tasting her own cunt juice. She wondered if cock tasted like cunt. She knew that men liked to suck pussy and she could see why, too. Her fingers soaked in pussy juice tasted a lot better than dry ones.

She switched hands again, for her right hand was slippery with her juice now, and she sucked on those digits and whipped through her creamy cunt with her left hand. Her mouth was as hot as her box as she pushed her fingers deep into her hungry maw and sucked away avidly.

She was beside herself with passion now. Her cunt dragged at her fingers. She thought of how Tony had fucked Charity standing up and how his big cock had plunged in and out of her sister's cunt.

Suddenly she jumped off the bed. She wriggled out of her panties and, stark naked, leaned against the wall next to the bed. She closed her eyes and, bracing her head against the wall and spreading her thighs widely, she arched her body into a bow, pushing her pussy forward, to meet an imaginary cock.

She began to use both hands on her crotch fly, finger fucking her slot with one hand and stroking her clit with the other. Her love bud throbbed violently under her caress and her hole was fairly awash with cunt juice, squelching loudly as she pushed her fingers up and slurping as she pulled down.

She pretended that it was Tony's cock up her cunt and hiked her ass back and forth to meet her thrusting fingers in a frantic fucking motion. She rolled her hips from, side to side and jerked her belly in and out. Her cunt lips furled back, clutching at her fingers as she pushed them in and out.

She was panting now. Wave after wave of unbridled lust surged through her mind and loins. With complete abandon she rammed her fingers into her steaming twat, her hips dancing wildly on the thrusting digits.

She cried out loud as her orgasm hit her. Her cunt melted and she felt her loins quiver and tremble as her pussy juice flooded forth out over her hand and ran down her thighs to drip onto the carpet at her feet. Great surges of joy coursed through her body, the high points passing through her followed by a momentary lull and then a renewed peak, higher each time, until, reaching the absolute summit, Chastity was whimpering and moaning.

Sighing softly as the spasms gradually subsided, she flopped sideways onto her bed, where she lay, gently stroking her pussy for a while.

Although her orgasm had ground the sharp edges off her lust, that lust was still there. With the edges polished on the grindstone of her climax, it remained as a smooth, solid lump somewhere in her belly, a slab of frustration so real that the girl could feel it sitting there above her cunt, in that unexplored, virginal territory that she wanted so much to open up for intruders, adventurers, exploiters to chart and settle.

The girl was a strange complex of desires and inhibitions. Although she wanted to spread her legs for multitudes of men, she also wanted to be known as chaste and virginal. That would not have been too difficult for some women to resolve. It would have been easy enough to journey to some nearby city where she was not known; fuck whatever was going, suck cocks voraciously amongst strangers, and then return home and act pure as the driven snow until the next time she got the urge to wander. But Chastity just could not see herself doing that.

In truth, she was shy.

She knew herself well enough to predict any such venture would be a failure, leaving her more frustrated than ever. She could drive to a nearby city, sure, but the moment a man tried to pick her up, she would blush and stammer or else flush with anger at the very idea – the idea that she was the sort of girl who could be picked up by a stranger – even though that was exactly the sort of girl she wished to be.

As far as making the approach herself, that was even less feasible. She knew she would simply be incapable of going up to a strange man and making herself available by word or gesture or, more to the point, groping of crotch.

The other alternative was to find a lover amongst her peers, pledge him to secrecy and fuck him to a frazzle whenever they were alone together.

But she balked at that too, in many ways that would be worse than with a stranger. There would be the one man, at least, who would know how passionate she was. How could she ever look him in the eye after she'd had his pecker in her mouth? How could she carry out her public pretense of modesty in the company of a man who had been plowing her cunt to cream?

No, acquaintances were out.

And she was not the sort of girl who could meet strangers easily or, like her sister sometimes did, go to the slummy section of town and do a bit of working-man fucking and welfare-recipient sucking. She saw no solution to the paradox of her nature.

Except for one.

If she could pretend to be her sister.

Such, of course, had been her intention when she'd gone to the chauffeur's quarters earlier that day. It had taken her ages to get up her nerve to try that impersonation. Then at last she had gotten so horny and desperate for pecker that she had steeled herself and given it a try. After all, she reasoned, very few people could tell the two sisters apart.

But the moment that Tony had looked at her neck, she'd realized her scheme had failed. She hadn't thought of that before. Both sisters wore their blonde hair long and Charity's birthmark was usually hidden, but of course, when she was in the process of gulping in great mouthfuls of chauffeur prick, it was only logical that her hair would fly about and he would, notice that identifying mark.

And so her plan had been foiled.

And now her frustration was even worse, having secretly watched Tony and Charity fuck and suck.

The handjob she'd just given herself helped somewhat, but in a way it made things worse.

Although the sell-induced orgasm took away the burning need, it also gave the frustrated girl a hint of what a real orgasm would be like, a feeble and pallid echo of the joy a girl would know when she came with a hard cock up her squeezing pussy.

Now she lay on her flank, her hand cupped over her snatch as if she were trying to contain her lust, to hold it inside her cunt where it belonged. Then her twat began to simmer again.

Chastity wished that she had a phallic shaped object with which she could fuck herself. She was far too shy to buy a dildo or a vibrator, even by mail order, but she was well aware that such things existed.