Robert Vickers: Hot pants twins

"I don't want to hear about it." But Candy did. Her fingers slipped back to stroke over her cunt lips. The wetness was increasing. Hesitantly, she stabbed her finger down into her pussy hole. The thrill of desire raging inside her wasn't to be denied.

"He came within a hair – a pussy hair – of touching my cunt lips. Then his hands raced back to my knee. The friction between his fingers and my thigh was so nice!" She began undressing, as if she knew this would incite Candy even more.

It did.

"So Mark knew I was getting really hot, see, and then he made sure my flesh was just trembling with desire before he parted my legs and began stroking across my pussy mound."

"You're being obscene." And Candy mentally, painfully, added, "Go on! I have to know how it felt!"

"Mark is such a stud. He's hung like a stallion. But you know that. You were out there playing the Peeping Tom. Anyhow, Mark's cock came surging up and touched my pussy lips. I thought I would die! I was moaning and crying out and carrying on so much. I guess he decided to go and fuck me to see if I'd squeal any more."

Mandy finished putting away her clothes and stood bare ass naked in front of Candy's bed. Her quick eyes detected the furtive movements under the sheet as she went on with her tale of seduction and fucking.

"Mark felt like he was as big as a telephone pole inside me. God, it was good! I could have died then and there. But if I had, I would have missed the best part. He knew all the right moves. He started fucking me, slowly at first, and then with more and more speed. I must have come a dozen times before I started to wear Mark out."

"I want to go to sleep," said Candy, without much authority in her voice.

"He rested then and came back even stronger. Shit, I thought I was going to melt from the fucking. The friction of his cock against my pussy walls was heaven!"

Candy's mind was working overtime wondering what it would really be like. It had to be better than Mandy described or she wouldn't do such a filthy, depraved thing. The very idea of a boy stuffing his prick into her pussy made Candy shudder with dread. She might not even get married. To have any man, including her husband, do such a lousy thing to her wasn't very nice.

"You get off on listening to me tell you all about how we fucked, don't you?" demanded Mandy. "I can tell. Shit, Sis, look at the sheet! It's wet with your pussy juice."

Candy guiltily looked and saw nothing. She flashed her eyes up at Mandy, who stood there laughing at her. She had tricked her twin sister into silently admitting such a thing was possible and that she felt guilty about it.

"You…" Words failed Candy.

"Try bitch. That fits. Mark calls me his hot-blooded, fucking little bitch. I sort of like that. It fits."

Candy glared at her sister, wondering how a twin could be so much different. Physically, they were dead fingers for each other. Identical twins. But emotionally and mentally they were as different as night and day. She was a moral person, careful of what she said and did while Mandy cursed and fucked and probably drank and smoked. Maybe even smoked marijuana. Candy shuddered at the thought of her sister burning in hell for eternity.

Mandy surprised her sister by ripping away the sheets and revealing the location of her fingers. Her middle finger was curled around her pubic mound and had parted her pussy lips. It was buried a knuckle deep into her cunt, moving back and forth in that tight channel with erotic regularity. Her entire bush was damp from tier sweat and love juices. The odor of her arousal couldn't be hidden, either.

"So you're a secret masturbator, huh?" laughed Mandy. Candy could have killed her sister in that instant.

"Mind your own business. Or let Mark mind it for you since you seem to put out for anything."

"Haven't tried dogs yet, but I probably will one of these days. Roxanne tells me they are fantastic. Better than some men."

"That's filthy!"

"True. And so is peeping on your sister while she's with a date. Shit, Sis, I'm going to show you a little of what you've been missing."

The sight of the naked girl advancing on her was more than Candy could take. She started to scream. Her parents were sound sleepers, but they would come and rescue her like they always did. She hated having to depend on them like this, but she couldn't handle the wild things Mandy did.

Before the scream could form on her lips, a strong hand clamped down firmly. She tried to bite Mandy's hand and found the flesh replaced by a handkerchief. Her twin sister had gagged her!

Candy tried to rip the gag from her mouth but found her left arm immobile. She pulled hard and turned to see that Mandy had tied her wrist to the headboard. Before she realized what was going on, she was entirely tied down to the bed. She flailed out with her feet, kicking wildly. But even this didn't seem to slow her twin down.

Mandy stood on the bed, looking down at her sister and said, "This is the ticket. God knows how long I've wanted to do this. Shit, Candy, you're such an asshole at times. All the time spouting that religious crap as if you believed it. You don't even know what temptation is. How can you preach to me about the horrors of fucking if you've never tried it? You are one hell of a hypocrite, if you ask me. But you can't can you? I've got you gagged."

She laughed and Candy felt a cold shiver pass through her trim, bound body. What was even worse was looking up into the wide spread legs and seeing the ebony triangle of Mandy's pussy. The sight of those pink pussy lips poking out through the thick black bush made her feel queasy inside. At least, that was the closest she could come to describing what she felt.

If she was truthful with herself, she'd have to admit what she felt looking at her sister's cunt was lust. Sheer, stark, unbridled lust.

"I was going to force you to eat my pussy," said Mandy, letting the words soak into Candy's numbed brain, "but your mouth is better off being tied up. Besides, you probably couldn't get me off. So I'm going to show you how to do it right."

"Ummmgh!" Candy cried, struggling. She didn't want this to happen to her. This was depraved!

"So you like the idea, huh? Good. 'Cause sis is going to eat your pussy for you. Take notes because you might want a guy to do this to you sometime. You will want to know what to tell him!"

Candy tried to kick Mandy again and this played into the other girl's hands. She easily trapped one of the slender legs and lifted. Candy's ass came off the bed enough for Mandy to drop down, run her arms under her butt and press her face firmly into the flowing gash.

That surprised Candy more than anything else. Every singe word Mandy said was like a sledgehammer blow to her guts. And each and every word made her pussy beg for cock. That had to be the answer for the lewd flowing of cunt juices from her pussy. Tiny dewdrops of lust dotted her own thick, black pussy bush.

She moaned piteously when she felt her sister's tongue working against her turgid pussy lips. The blood-filled flaps guarding her inner cunt trembled and shook. When the pink, rough tongue worked from one end of her gash to the other, Candy almost came.

This wasn't the minor shivery sensation she had experienced before. The innocent teenager knew real desire now. The feelings mounting inside her untried body were almost more than she could handle. They rattled her grip on reality and made her want more!

More!

She was crying openly now. She could feel every single movement Mandy made. The other girl's tongue shot out, cock-hard, and penetrated her pussy lips. The tongue plunged up into her cunt hole and started stroking across the velvet hung walls of her pussy. The teenager's entire twat felt like acid had been poured in. She struggled, fought, strained to break the bonds holding her down to the bed – she failed.