Robert Vickers: Hot pants twins

Forgotten pain was something to haunt her later. Now all she wanted was more cock, cock fucking her newly reamed pussy.

"More," she moaned. "Fuck me some more!"

The words made her pussy convulse. She had actually said one of the dirty words she thought turned her off. It didn't turn her off at all. It turned her into a sex-crazed bitch wanting even more cock fucking her. Her ass ground in a circular motion. This caused his prick to stir around in her carnal cauldron of cunt like a spoon in a bowl.

"Christ on a crutch, I can't take much more of that. I've been too horny for, too long," he grunted.

He began fucking her pussy with long, steady strokes. She felt the friction between his cockhead and her cunt walls mount. She was burning up inside. The girl thrashed around, trying to cram her ass back into the man's cock to get even more of it into her body.

He grunted and then his cock bashed hard into her tender cunt. All rhythm was gone. The girl felt his cock expanding inside her. The liquid rush of his hot jizz took her entirely by surprise. She didn't know anything at all about men. The teenager hadn't realized he was this close to coming.

His white hot sperm and semen whitewashed her cunt. The girl shuddered and felt the sexual needs in her body race wildly. She pumped her hips back to get even more of his prick inside her. But it was too late. His cock melted inside her gripping pussy like an icicle in the hot noonday sun. His prick dribbled from her no-longer-virgin cunt amid a stream of his jism and her cunt fluids.

"Sorry about that, Mandy," he said. "I never felt a tighter, hotter pussy. You robbed me of my control too soon. It's as much your fault as it is mine."

Candy didn't understand that. She'd thought the man would have a cock made of iron. He should have been able to fuck her all night long and pleasure her better than this. Instead of erasing the sexual needs she felt, the man had only made them worse.

She had to have cock, a real cock, fucking her until she couldn't take it any more. And she knew where she would find a prick made to order for her.

Tony. And this time she wouldn't fail. This time she knew what it was all about. This time she'd have him!

Candy was burning up inside. Her cunt actually hurt. She couldn't stand the feelings before she had allowed Mr. Marrick to fuck her and now she couldn't stand the sexual thrills racing though her body after he had popped her cherry. The teenager was at odds with herself. She felt degraded and humiliated for what she had done.

Good girls didn't allow their teachers to fuck them. But she had wanted it. She had gone out with the sole idea of having Tony fuck her. That Mr. Marrick was the one to do it had made her all the more excited at the time. An older man was interested in her sexually. He had wanted to fuck her until she wasn't able to stand it anymore.

It had come as quite a shock to her that Mandy had been fucking Mr. Marrick for a long time. The two of them seemed to have done just about every perverted and exciting sex act imaginable. Candy's pussy still drooled a little when she thought of the way the man's cock had felt inside her. What would it be like duplicating all that Mandy had done with the man?

Sucking him off. Letting him fuck her up the ass. And all those other things the man had mentioned.

She wanted more. She'd get more.

Tony came swinging out of the school, his hips rolling seductively. He glanced around, checking to see if he had an audience. Seeing Candy watching him so intently, he sauntered down and said to her, "Got a light, babe?"

He held his cigarette with impudent ease. Her icy blue eyes stared up at him and she felt her heart beginning to throb hard, pushing her tits up and down against the thin fabric of her blouse. There was no way she could hide the way her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles. She couldn't even control her harsh breathing. She felt like a steam engine.

"No, I don't smoke," she said.

"You still got what it takes to make a lot of heat, babe," Tony said. "Look, I was sort of cruel to you earlier, you know? I want to make it up to you. Let's go down and I'll buy you a Coke or something."

Candy very definitely wanted the "or something". But she had learned a lot in this short afternoon. She scowled and said, "I don't know, Tony. I'd like to, really I would, but I've got other things to do."

This made the youth bristle. He wasn't used to being turned down.

"Like what?" he demanded.

"Wiping my ass, maybe. What's it to you?" Candy felt a tremor of desire flare inside her pussy. She had just used one of the words she thought was so dirty. Simply mouthing it made her hot. Seeing Tony made her hotter. Wanting him to fuck her made her the hottest of all. And she had to play it cool. Otherwise, she would botch, things just as she'd done that afternoon.

"Lemme wipe it for you, huh?"

He reached down and lifted the edge of her skirt. She started to grab the hem and stop him, then decided against it. The look on his face when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties was worth the moment's panic for the girl. Tony did a double take, not quite sure he saw the naked, wantonly gaping pussy or not. He stared so hard his mouth dropped open a little.

"What's wrong, stud?" she asked, feeling especially vicious now that she could get back at him for humiliating her earlier. "Never seen a cunt before?"

"Not like that one! It's fantastic!"

She reached up, trying to keep her hand from shaking and touched the bulge of his jeans. His cock was throbbing with virile need inside. She wondered what Mandy would do in this case. She just didn't know. She decided to play it by ear.

Candy unzipped his jeans and reached inside to pull out his cock.

"Hey, babe, what's this?"

"It's your prick, dipshit," she said, feeling the power surging through her whenever she spoke. "I wanted it out where I could see it. I figured if I got a fantastic cunt like you said, it deserves only a fantastic cock."

"Ummm, so?"

"So this passes inspection. How about it?"

"You want to fuck? Just like that?" He snapped his fingers. The look glittering in his eyes was all Candy needed to see to know she had done everything exactly right. She had gotten him intrigued, had hooked him and was on her way to seducing her dream.

"Yeah, just like that. When you're hot, you're hot. Me, I'm burning up inside. My cunt can barely stand being alone, too. It feels so hollow and empty and deserted!" She didn't have to act when she spoke this time. That was exactly the way she felt inside. Ever since Mr. Marrick's long, fucking cock had reamed her out her desires had been mounting. He hadn't satisfied her. She hoped Tony would be able to do better.

"Shit," was all he said.

"Your cock looks good enough to me. But," she said, hesitating, making Tony squirm just a little, "are you any good? I've seen well-hung studs that weren't for shit when it came to fucking."

Every single word she uttered made her even hotter. She had never said so many of those "dirty" words in her life. But they gave her a feeling of power now that couldn't be denied. In a real sense, she was casting off all the shackles of her outmoded morality and was trying to find a new lifestyle. The frank, upfront words seemed to be a part of what she was so desperately seeking.

So was Tony's prick.

It pulsed hot and hard in the palm of her hand. She squeezed down, wondering what she could do with it. The girl had no experience at all dealing with men's cocks. Sex was something brand new for her. Fucking was an act she had done once. That hardly qualified her as the balling champion of the universe. But she wanted to learn more, lots more!

Tony would help her.

She began stroking up and down the hard, length and enjoyed the way it bucked into her hand. He reached down and pushed her gently away, saying, "Not in the open like this, Mandy. I mean, shit, somebody will see us!"