David Crane: Turned on twins

Then she thought, I'll bet that dirty sister of mine has two or three of the nasty things.

She couldn't ask to borrow one, obviously.

Dare she try to steal one?

She moved to the window and looked out. There was no sign of Charity returning from the garage. Chastity thought, she's probably got Tony's dick stuck up her again, and at that thought a renewed wave of passion swept over her, strengthening her resolve and dissolving her inhibitions.

She threw on a robe and went down the corridor to her sister's bedroom. She looked out the window from there, still saw no sign of her twin, and proceeded to search, the room. Working on the principle that Charity must think the same way as she, Chastity searched all the places where a modest girl might hide a dildo. She looked underneath her sister's panties in the dresser drawer. There were a lot of panties there, all brand new new, since Charity seldom wore any. She looked in the closet, at the very back, then all the shoe boxes and hatboxes and under the bed.

Not a dildo did she find. Damn! I guess I misjudged her, she thought.

And then she saw the rubber dick. Charity did not think like Chastity at all. The rubber dick was in plain sight, handy on the nightstand beside the bed!

Chastity had never seen a dildo before, let alone handled one. She stared at the strange desirable object for a moment, almost afraid to touch it. It was larger than she had imagined such things being, but that was no hardship. The big phallus was a fat rubber tube capped by a mushroom-shaped knob. It was an expensive model and very lifelike, with veins prominent up the stalk and an open cleft in the tip. Charity, as befitted a rich girl, had bought a quality rubber dick, no doubt of that. Chastity wondered if the thing was neglected, because her sister had all the flesh-and-blood dick she wanted, or if it was overworked because, accustomed to having a full pussy, she might have used it whenever she was alone, perhaps even sleeping with it stuffed up her cunt.

The timid girl reached out tentatively, touched the dick and drew her hand back quickly as if it had burned her, or as if she feared it might suddenly come to life, like a sleeping prince of peckers awakened by her touch from its enchantment, and fly directly up her twat.

She touched it again. She wondered if a real prick felt so nice – or even better? She had never touched a cock in her life so it was no wonder that she speculated on such things.

She picked it up by the hilt. The big knob stuck straight up from her fist, as attentive as if there were a horny gentleman attached to the end. Chastity kissed it. This, she thought, is going to be fun.

She hurried back to her own bedroom with the fat rubber dick in hand and visions of creamy orgasms dancing like sugar plum fairies in her randy mind.

In the room above the garage, Tony was giving Charity one last fuck before he vacated.

Charity was on her hands and knees, her head resting on the pillow and her juicy ass hiked up at the highest point of her nimble, bridged body. Tony was kneeling behind her, feeding the meat to her quim, doggy-fashion. He was pounding in with such vigor that the girl's ass was lifted on his strokes and her whole nubile body trembled and vibrated as the big prong plowed up her gash to the hilt. His balls slammed into her crotch like the clapper of a fleshy bell and his belly rubbed against her ass. She reached back between her legs and cupped his balls, squeezing, as if to pump the cum from him by the pressure, as if those bloated sacs were the bulb at the end of a fat eyedropper.

Grunting, he came up her pussy.

The moment she felt that thick, hot spunk pouring into her, the randy girl creamed.

Yes, she certainly was going to miss Tony, she thought. It was a good thing she had a nice rubber dick beside her bed to take care of things until she could make anew arrangement for steady dick.

But the rubber dick was not beside her bed at all. It was, at the moment, up her sister's cunt…

It wasn't the real thing, Chastity thought, but it made a pretty good substitute.

The horny blonde was experimenting, discovering the joy of a stuffed twat from every angle she could imagine.

First, she had sucked it. Pretending it was a real pecker, she had laved the knob with her tongue, lapped up the stalk, then fed it to her mouth and sucked on it. Pushing it in and out she took as much of the big prick into her maw as she could, knowing that this would be invaluable practice for the future. When finally she did get a real dick to suck, she wanted to be prepared. It would be terribly embarrassing, she knew, if she were ta gag or vomit on her first mouthful of cock. She worked the knob right back into her gullet and practiced breathing around it for a while. She was satisfied that she could handle ft all right. It was a shame that a rubber dick couldn't come, for she would have relished the chance to practice swallowing spunk from the stick, but a girl couldn't have everything.

After she had sucked and licked it for some moments, her pussy felt so hot that she wouldn't have been surprised if that hairy crumpet had suddenly ignited.

Then she began to fuck herself. She lay on her back on the bed and fed the rubber dick up her pussy in the missionary position at first. She extended her legs, then she drew up her knees, then she spread her thighs open as far as they would go. Each position altered the strokes slightly, giving new dimensions to the pleasure.

The fat stalk filled her to the brim. Her cunt lips were dragged right inside her hole as she pushed the prick in, then pulled outwards, unfurling, as she drew the thick shaft back out.

Cunt juice gushed out and ran down her crotch and into the crack of her taut ass.

She arched, bridging up from, the bed. Then she curled into a bow, raising her head so that she could watch the rubber cock vanish up her slot. She drew it from her pussy and rubbed the juice-coated knob against her stiff nipples.

Then she knelt and, holding it upright under her, tried a bit of fucking in the woman dominant position, her loins going up and down steadily on the rampant cock. That was nice. Oh, to have a real man flat out under her as she rode him!

She brought the juicy dick to her mouth and tongued her own thick cunt juice from it, pretending that it was a man's spunk bubbling from his cockhead.

Then she fucked herself in a kneeling position for a few moments, first from the front and then pushing the prick in from the back while she clawed at her tingling cunt with her free hand cupped over her cunt.

Remembering how she had watched her so lewd sister take it in a standing position, Chastity stood beside the bed and fed some pseudo-cock to her twat in that position.

Her imagination was running out. Too bashful to buy a copy of the Kama Sutra, she could think of no other fucking postures.

Then she saw herself reflected in the looking glass above her dressing table and that gave her a fine idea. She sat on the stool before the table and tilted the mirror down so that it reflected her loins.

She spread her thighs and slowly pushed the thick pecker up her hole, watching in the mirror, fascinated at the sight of the big dong disappearing into her quim and the creamy cunt juice flowing out around it.

She decided this was the best position of those she'd tried so she settled down to enjoy her orgasm where she was. She fed the dick to her greedy cunt slowly and steadily, grinding her hips and pumping her belly around it as it pushed in and pulled out. She angled it so that the thick plunger ran directly over her clit as it thrust and retreated, and that little knot of feeling began to vibrate wildly.

Oooh… a girl could fall in love with a dildo! She thought as the thing pleasured her to the core of her being.