Robert Vickers - Hot pants twins

Reaching down, she was able to flip her finger across the tip of her erect clit. The aroused little pea-sized organ packed more of a wallop than a ton of dynamite for her. The lightest touch was electric and sent shock waves throughout her body. And the more she fucked, the more she needed that touch. Tony's prick burned hotly in her but the fingering of her clit got her off harder than ever before.

Her pussy walls smashed down on his hidden prick again. The action was so strong he knew his cock was being crushed. He felt the jism rising up along his pleasurably tortured cock and couldn't fight it down. No matter how much he wanted this fucking to continue, his body wouldn't let it.

His cock spewed forth its load of creamy jizz. He whitewashed her pussy walls with his firehose of cock while she continued to fuck herself on the stiff length still inside her.

She sensed that she didn't have much time left before his cock melted in her hot twat. The girl twisted from side to side, making her cunt walls grip down as hard as she could. This pulled and stretched her insides into new and wondrously different positions. The sexual needs mounted again and she got off on the cock again, even as it shriveled like a prune in her still convulsing cunt.

She almost felt cheated when Tony's cock slipped from her pussy to lie limp under her drooling cunt mouth. She looked down at the pitiful organ and knew this time it hadn't been as good for her as the first time with Tony. She had pressed it too hard, expected too much.

But damn it, she was deserving!

"Gotta run, Tony. Things to do and people to see."

"Wow, sure, Mandy, any time!"

Candy heaved a deep sigh, stood and smoothed down her wrinkled skirt. She knew her panties were still in her purse, but she had no desire to put them on. Her cunt ached from all the fucking and right how she simply wished to be alone and to think about all that had happened to her.

Candy cut classes the next morning. She had to. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything but her newfound senses. All the nerves in her pussy had been brought to life and the itch deep inside her threatened to drive her out of her mind. Horniness took on a new meaning for her. She had always thought her girlfriends were acting silly when they moaned and bitched about not getting enough.

She now knew firsthand what they were talking about.

No matter how she moved, how she twisted, she couldn't get away from her own body's insatiable sexual hungers. She rubbed across her snatch hoping this old method of easing her tensions would help. If anything, it added fuel to her lust. She masturbated. That wasn't good enough, not now that she had tasted a man's prick all the way up her cunt.

The teenager wandered around the school yard looking for some likely guy who would be willing to give her a quickie. She had heard all about quickies during PE. Candy had pretended not to pay any attention to all the locker room talk about getting a guy to fuck you fast between classes, but she had taken in each and every word.

She realized now that a lot of the talk was nothing but bragging. The boys going between classes seemed preoccupied with things other than sex – like actually making it to class and perhaps even learning something inside the classroom. She knew that was the way it actually was, but she had hoped to find just one guy willing to ball her.

Candy watched the third period classes vanish into the rooms to leave her standing alone in the halls. She knew she couldn't stay here longer. Sooner or later one of the teachers would come along and ask what she was doing out of class. She wasn't sure she could pull off the Mandy impersonation today. She hadn't worn a distinctive blouse with a monogram. It was a plain white one and if Mandy happened to turn up actually attending class for a change, the shit would hit the fan. The impersonation was too valuable a thing for Candy to give up so easily.

Pretending to be Mandy, she could get Tony any time she wanted him. That guy would jump through a hoop for the chance at fucking her again. She knew. She could see it in his eyes the way he looked at her, the way his prick bulged slightly as they passed in the halls. She had even petted his crotch once, lightly, and had almost laughed when she felt the hard, throbbing cock pressing into the jeans.

Candy was at loose ends. She didn't know how she could put the fires in her cunt out. Cock was the one way but it seemed to be denied her. She leaned against the frame of one of the doors and heard a familiar voice inside.

"Take out pencil and paper, class. You will have forty-five minutes to take the test."

Mr. Marrick.

She sighed and thought of the way he had fucked her like a bitch. That had been nice feeling her ass dragging against his legs while his prick pumped hard between her asscheeks and plunged up her cunt. But he hadn't been that much of a stud. Tony was a world better. Candy kept thinking of the way that cock felt inside her, though.

He might not have much technique, but his prick was ample. It had to be of a good size to drill into her cunt with such force. She had felt pulled apart though this was while she was still a virgin.

Virgin.

The word seemed like something out of a dream. She was a virgin for eighteen years and then left it behind yesterday. And it seemed like an eternity since she had been a woman of the world, knowledgeable about cocks and fucking and what it took to get her off Candy found it almost impossible, in fact, to believe only about twenty-four hours had passed since she'd lost her cherry.

She peeped into the classroom and saw Mr. Marrick at his desk, rocked back in the uncomfortable wooden chair furnished to all teachers. His legs were looped around the sides of the chair. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like in the leg well of the desk, her face just inches away from the man's crotch. She could reach out and… and why the hell not do it for real?

Candy felt a thrill of desire and sudden firm resolve to do what she wanted. What was the worst that could happen to her? She might be suspended for three days. That was all. She was a student, she could do anything she wanted. If anything, a three day suspension might be a blessing. It would give her a real chance to go out and cruise around looking for some boyfriend who could service her as she needed it now.

She opened the door and quickly dropped to her hands and knees. No one in the class saw her, they were too busy with their test. She quickly moved to the desk and pushed her way up under the desk. Mr. Marrick looked down in surprise. He asked her: "What do you think you're doing?"

He didn't make any attempt to keep his voice low. But she knew better than to answer. An answer would attract attention of the people in the front row of seats. Better to put Mr. Marrick in the position where he didn't dare say anything else to her.

Quick as the speed of light, she unzipped his fly and reached in. He grunted but he couldn't get away from her. His chair remained tipped back on its two back legs. She pulled his half-erect cock out into the open. If the man stood up now, he would be exposing more than he really wanted to his class.

"What are you doing?" he hissed. The man had turned entirely white from the shock. He tried to force her hands away from his slowly throbbing cock and couldn't do it. She continued playing with his semi-erect cock until he had to look up and see if anyone in the class noticed the odd goings on under the teacher's desk.

Candy guessed from the man's expression of relief that no one had noticed. But if she continued fondling his balls and playing with his cock, it might only be a matter of time.

"I thought I'd return the favor you gave me yesterday," she said, feeling a surge of power unlike anything she had ever experienced before. In part, Candy knew some of the thrill her sister must get out of balling Mr. Marrick. He was so easy to push around.