Robert Vickers: Hot pants twins

Candy was so confused. She didn't know if she wanted to escape this fine torture or not. She was responding to her sister's tongue fucking. That made her uptight even more than spying on Mandy and Mark out in the yard fucking their brains out.

She was a good girl. Good girls didn't allow their sisters to eat them out like this. But how could she stop it? Her hands were literally tied. She couldn't cry out for help with the gag so firmly placed between her lips. She was helpless. All she could do was lie there on the bed, her legs spread wantonly and allow her depraved sister to do what she wanted.

And it felt so damned good!

Mandy's tongue sought and found all the right spots. She licked along one edge of a rigid pussy lip until she came to the meek little clit. She fixed her mouth firmly over the timid little organ and sucked. She sucked hard. Candy almost came then. When her clit was softly embraced by her twin's lips, she felt a warmth spreading in her belly. It was as if a pool of hot butter expanded inside her.

As the tongue flicked easily over the very tip of her clit, Candy came. Hard. She shook and every muscle in her body went rigid. For a ghastly instant, she thought she was dying. But death couldn't feel this damned good, it just couldn't!

The trapped animal moans in her throat filled the room. Those and the lewd slurping noises Mandy made as she left the quivery little clit and worked back down the other cunt lip, sucking up all the juices leaking from her sister's agitated interior. When she came back tc the cunt hole, she paused for a moment, allowing Candy to anticipate what would happen and then her tongue started fucking in and out with a rhythm designed to drive the inexperienced girl wild with desire.

It did.

Candy came. She came again and again. Her body rebelled against her mind. This was good. It wasn't the evil she had been telling herself. She now had evidence of how she had been deceiving herself. But a corner of Candy's mind hated her twin sister for doing this to her. She was being forced. This was oral rape.

One incestuous sister tongue raping the other!

The thought made her whimper in fear. This couldn't happen to her, yet it was. Her sister was continuing eating her out. The feelings were dying down in her body as Candy became more and more angry at her sister. This could have been nice, having it forced on her made it evil.

But she came again when Mandy started tongue fucking her asshole. The dextrous little tongue sought out the tightly clenched ring of muscle and teased it until Candy couldn't stand it anymore. The feelings generated in her body by the wet, pliable tongue fucking her butt was more than she could take. She came again.

"Whew," said Mandy, straightening up and licking some of the fuck juices from her lips. "My jaws ache. I don't know how guys eat pussy all night long. Like Mark. He's great at eating me out."

Stark hatred burned in Candy's eyes. Never had she hated anyone quite as much as she hated her sister right now. But Mandy didn't seem to notice. If anything, she was happy with what she'd done to her twin.

"I don't think you got enough out of it," said Mandy, at long last. "I know just what'll make you love something big and hard and warm in your tight little pussy." She went to her dresser and opened the bottom drawer. She pulled out one of her nighties, which she seldom wore, and unwrapped something. Candy couldn't see what her sister did, but a humming noise filled the room.

Mandy turned and displayed a twelve inch long dildo. And it quivered as she held it.

"My vibrator. I'm going to let you use it tonight. All night." Mandy had to tie down Candy's feet first, then she was stationary enough to ram the vibrator into her cunt.

Candy thought she was going to die. It pulled her apart. She knew it was going to make her bleed to death. And when it hit her cherry, she suddenly worried Mandy was going to rob her of her virginity, too. But the girl stopped thrusting just as the rubbery sheath inside the virgin twat was at the breaking point. Mandy smiled and went to bed, still mother naked.

Candy laid there, feeling the insidious tendrils of desire generated by the vibrator pass through her body. She hated herself for enjoying it. She hated Mandy even more for doing this to her.

Around three in the morning, the batteries finally went dead. Candy cried herself to sleep.

Candy refused to speak to Mandy the next morning when her sister untied her. She was stiff and definitely sore from having the vibrator crammed up her twat all night long. She rubbed her snatch and quickly turned away. Mandy had laughed at her and that made her feel even worse.

The teenager went through the day at school, listless and not really up to coping with either teachers or classes. It was even worse when she saw Tony walking down the hall. She had seen him at a couple of school dances and he moved like a snake, graceful and boneless. This carried over nicely into his day to day movement, too. He walked and everyone turned to look.

Candy turned and looked with the rest. She felt her pussy begin to ache and gnaw away at her insides. The girl had never felt more helpless than at that moment. She was caught in a tornado of desires about which she could do nothing.

It would have been so much easier if she'd been Mandy. Mandy had the self-confidence to go up and put the make on any guy she wanted – and Mandy wanted a lot of them. Candy saw Tony and sighed. To be able to go and talk to him. Nothing more, just talk.

She didn't have the nerve to think what it would be like to go a bit farther than talking with him. She shivered and pulled her sweater closer around her shoulders. Her tits were primly encased in a bra today. She didn't feel like attracting the stares of all the lecherous studs in her classes. They always made such lewd remarks, just at the edge of her hearing. Candy knew they did it on purpose to arouse her.

She was disgusted.

Why didn't Tony say things like that about her? If he did, she wouldn't be outraged. She would be turned on.

"Candy?" came a questioning voice. She turned and saw Mr. Marrick, her history teacher.

"It is you?" he asked again. She sighed. She knew what he meant. Everyone had trouble telling her and Mandy apart. That was one of the big problems with being identical twins. Today she hadn't worn her monogrammed blouse. It had seemed that a little more anonymity was to be desired.

"Yes, sir. Me, Candy. What is it?"

"I was looking for Mandy." The man was upset and Candy couldn't tell why.

"Is there anything wrong?"

"No, nothing," he said, too fast. "I just wanted to talk to your sister about something. I can't seem to find her anywhere. Do you know where she might be?"

"Not really, but if you want, I'll be glad to look around and try to find her." Candy almost bit her lower lip when she realized what she was saying. She didn't ever want to see Mandy again, much less fight now. But Mr. Marrick was one of her secret heart-throbs, too. She loved the way Tony walked. She could watch him move around for hours. But Mr. Marrick was handsome and had a sophisticated air about him that set off most of the girls in her class. The man was well-muscled and the tousled hair gave him a wind-blown, carefree look that turned her on.

Secretly.

It had to be secretly. Students didn't harbor thoughts like she had about Mr. Marrick. They were so dirty and perverted! To think she wondered what he would be like in bed. Candy pushed the thoughts from her mind, even when she saw the tenting of the man's trousers. She looked away guiltily, as if she were intruding on another's privacy.

But she couldn't guess what got his cock so aroused. She hadn't done anything to do it. The girl pulled her sweater tighter around her body and said, "That's okay, Mr. Marrick. I was intending to go find my sister, anyway. If I do see her, I'll let her know you want her."