Robert Vickers: Hot pants twins

"Lemme rest a second," said Mark. "I could fuck you all night long. Shit, that pussy is so damned tight around me it feels like I'm fucking into a glove. You're no virgin, are you?"

Mandy laughed, weak and drawn from her come. But she shook her head and said, "Virgin? That's my sister. Me, I'm the big fucker. Just like you! And I want you to fuck me all night long! With that big, long cock of yours!"

The words shocked Candy even more. Her own sister bragging about her lost virginity. Candy couldn't believe this was really her twin sister. They were so different these past couple years. Ever since it became obvious they were turning into beautiful women, the difference had been stronger and stronger. Candy always was the shy one of the pair. Mandy was the risk taker, the first one to do anything new and different. But Candy had enjoyed following along. She remembered the night vividly when Mandy had come in bragging about how she'd lost her virginity.

Candy had refused to listen to her. She was a moral person, a good girl. Good girls didn't put out like that, even for their boyfriends. Mandy hadn't even claimed she was in love with the guy who'd popped her cherry. She sounded almost cold-blooded about the way she'd picked him to be the one to have her first.

She'd asked all her friends who the biggest stud in school was. And then she'd gone straight to him and seduced him. She knew what he would do.

And that was what she'd wanted. Mandy had told her she didn't want any half-assed stud fucking her, she wanted only the best. And apparently she had gotten it. She had bragged for a month how great it was getting laid for the first time.

Mandy had bragged about it until she'd gotten screwed again. This time it was another guy. But those were only the first ones of a long string. Every since the time she and one of her boyfriends balled, Mandy would come home after her debauching and tell Candy all the intimate details trying to embarrass the girl.

She succeeded.

Candy could hardly believe some of the stories. Fucking at basketball games in plain sight of God and everyone. Fucking up the side of the mountain, near the lover's leap. Fucking in the gym. Fucking in the boy's locker room. Fucking all over the school.

Candy stirred from her cramped position spying on Mark and her twin sister. She intended to leave, but something made her stay. She wanted to see if the stories Mandy told her were remotely true. From everything she had seen so far, they were.

Something else bothered Candy. It was her own snatch. The itchy feeling had returned. Her mother, embarrassed to even mention something as private as this, had said it was perfectly natural. She remembered with no fondness when her period had first begun. Candy thought the itching feeling had something to do with that.

But it came at such odd times. When she saw Tony Larsen, her pussy would give her all sorts of trouble. Thin oils would leak out of it and she would be miserable for a long time. And now!

Now of all times, she felt that churning deep in her guts. The very idea that she might be turned on by the sight of her sister getting balled didn't even enter into her head. That was perverted. She was a good girl and good girls didn't get turned on to obscene things like that.

"Are you ready to fuck me again, Mark?" came Mandy's soft voice. She ran her fingers up and down the teenager's back, stroking and massaging his tight muscles. Candy could see them standing out in hard little knots, tensed up from the frantic fucking.

"Yeah. For you, baby, anytime! That pussy of yours is one hell of a tight one. Virgin tight. And hot, shit, I can't believe it!"

"Believe it, lover, because it's all yours tonight! And I want to feel your cock against my cunt walls. Burn me up with the friction of your fucking! I need it, I want it!"

She placed her feet flat on the ground and lifted her ass off the dirt to smash her pussy down around the impaling spike of his iron-hard prick. The youth yelped slightly and then a leer crossed his face. Candy knew what was going to happen now. She wasn't disappointed.

"I got my second wind."

"And I've got your cock buried all the way up my cunt!"

She tensed her belly muscles and started massaging his hidden cock. The look changed on Mark's face to one of sheer carnal need. She was toying with him, egging him to fuck her. He didn't need to be told twice what she wanted. He could feel it the entire length of his cock.

The hot walls of her cunt gripped at his prick with a fury that would have crushed a lesser man. Mark grunted and started to pull free. She attempted to hold him deep inside her pussy with all her cuntal muscles. For a second, he had to pause. Then her own body betrayed her.

The fuck oils were too slippery for her to hang onto his cock for too long. He managed to pull out against even the strength of her pussy muscles. When his purple knobbed fuck stick rested just inside her fluttery pink cunt lips, he hesitated. Then he surged back into the steamy hot depths of her fuck tunnel.

The girl gasped and clutched firmly at the boy's back. Her fingernails left bloody tracks that showed some of the intensity of the feeling ravaging her young body.

Candy saw it all. She still wondered what the thrill of having that ugly prick shoved all the way up her tender pussy was. Her fingers drifted down to her crotch and idly began massaging her denim-clad snatch. She was a little surprised to find that her own pussy was drooling out a thin lubricant. It had made a silver dollar sized spot on her jeans.

For a horrible second, she thought she was bleeding, that just watching this terrible fucking had done something to her cunt. Fingers diving down inside her tight jeans, she rapidly explored her entire twat. To her relief, there was no blood, only the filthy, slick stuff that came out of her whenever she saw Tony walking, his firmly muscled ass rolling slightly, his strong arms flexing as he worked out in the gym.

Candy realized then what was happening to her. She saw Mark fucking her twin sister and her own thoughts turned dirty. She wanted Tony so badly she could cry. Her body wanted him. She knew that she was going to be a virgin until her wedding night, that was firmly planted in her head. But her body was increasingly rebelling against the idea and she found it hard to fight down the tides of her passion.

She held up her cunt juice soaked finger and looked at it. The night was dark, no moon out. She still saw the silvery sheen of her own love juices. The young girl didn't know what possessed her to do anything so depraved, but her shivering finger slowly went to her lips.

She licked.

The taste of her own fuck oils assailed her tongue. The coating left on her lips made her lick it off. She tasted the salty secretion, noting that it was a bit on the acrid side. But it made her all weak and watery inside. She didn't know what was happening to her.

She couldn't help herself her hand went back down the front of her jeans and sought out her naked cunt lips again. She started stroking along her blue-tinged, turgid cunt lips. A thrill of need blasted into her body. She sat down on the grass where she could still see the fucking going on in the bushes. The girl hardly recognized the people inside. Reality blurred a little as she began masturbating, using her fingers on her pussy lips and occasionally plunging her middle finger a knuckle deep into her cunt hole.

She didn't think of her sister being in the bushes fucking with Mark. She could, change places. She wanted to take her twin's place. To have her legs split so divinely wide and have a virile, throbbingly alive male cock come sailing up and into her pussy would be delightful!

She imagined what it would be like. She sobbed softly, her fingers working faster on her blood-engorged labia. She closed her eyes and floated, the sensations taking her out of her own body.