Robert Vickers: Hot pants twins

Candy's mind turned off to the long listing of all the times Mr. Marrick and her twin sister had screwed. She could hardly believe this had been going on for so long. Yet the man wasn't lying. He was concentrating on frying to give her an accurate, chronological list.

And it worked.

Candy felt her pussy begin to drool obscenely as she thought of the way that her sister and this fine, handsome teacher had been getting it on. She was in for a piece of the action now because he thought she was really Mandy. Could she really pass up an opportunity like this?

The girl realized she would lose her virginity, her precious cherry. But to know what all the fuss was about seemed almost worth it to her. And she could approach Tony with more confidence. She had been uptight about talking to him because she knew he was sexually experienced and went with chicks who put out. She wasn't like that and didn't know how to relate to a guy who expected to jump into bed with a girl and fuck her.

Candy wanted to know. Candy wanted Tony. And Mr. Marrick was going to provide her with all the experience she needed.

"Is that all?" she asked when the man seemed to have run out of carnal experiences.

"Yeah, I guess – oh, you mean when we fucked in the principal's office? I had almost forgotten that time."

Candy was truly shocked at the depraved manner her sister and this man had been acting. But this was the type of man she needed the most now, one who was, experienced and not afraid of all the hot young stuff running around tormenting him.

"How are you going to f-fuck me today?" she asked, almost stuttering on the "forbidden" word.

He seemed to consider for a moment and then said, "I want to fuck you like a bitch in heat. Get down on your hands and knees, slut!"

She started to protest him calling her that, then realized she was going to have to pretend she enjoyed this. This was sex. This was what fucking was all about. If she was going to learn, she wouldn't be able to protest, no matter how much she wanted to.

Candy obliged. She stayed down and waggled her ass invitingly in the air since this seemed about the only movement available to her.

"Shit, you do want to fuck, don't you? And I thought you were just trying to be the prick teaser today. This is more like it!"

The man dropped behind her, his hands immediately running up the sides of her legs and seeking out her panty clad ass. His fingers worked against the smooth skin of her buttocks as he began peeling the panties off her. She wanted to protest but bit back the words. The way his fingers stroked over her naked assflesh aroused her strangely. She had thought she would be immune to any attraction at all.

She was dead wrong. This turned her on.

"Shit, I don't remember you ever wearing panties before. Is this something new?"

"Y-yes," she stammered. "I wanted to give you something new to do!"

"I love it!" he said, pulling the panties off the flare of her perky behind. She lifted her knees and then her feet so he could get the silken undies off her legs. She glanced back over her shoulder and saw the man holding her panties to his nose, inhaling deeply as if in pleasure.

"Ah," he said. "I can tell you're really hot to trot. I should have known that was just a way of getting up for this, making me tell you all the times we'd fucked. You always were an inventive bitch."

Candy didn't know what to say, so she stayed quiet. Besides, the feel of the man's hands moving across the smooth curves of her buttocks did odd things to her inside. There were tremors she had never experienced before, not even when she had spied on Mandy and her boyfriend fucking. This was something more personal, more intimate than a simple visual turn-on.

She knew a real carnal thrill for the first time. The vibrator Mandy had raped her with had been a vague hint of this. To actually know a man would be fucking her with his cock soon was a treat not to be put into words. She was ecstatic and frightened.

Mr. Marrick tossed her skirt up and bunched it around her waist so he could move in close behind her. She saw his huge prick come rushing out of his pants. The man had a cock so long that the girl was momentarily afraid he would hurt her if be rammed it all the way up her cunt. She was new to fucking and had no idea what she could take and what she couldn't.

The man's hands slipped between her legs and robbed her of all her morality. He could do anything he wanted to her as long as the wondrous sensations remained in her cunt. The fingers diddled with her pussy lips and stroked along the edges of the blue-tinged flaps, now slippery with fuck fluids.

"Didn't take you long to get ready for my cock," he told her. She felt all grown up and like a real woman when he said that.

"I… I want you!" she blurted out. She didn't know if she really meant it or not. But her body trembled and her arms were barely strong enough to support her weight. The idea of actually getting laid was something that made her both hesitant and eager.

"Don't worry about it, honey. I want you, too! Oh, sweet Jesus, you know how badly I want you and that clinging twat of yours!"

"No, no, I don't," she gasped, feeling his prick come to rest along her slightly parted cunt lips. His cock rested fully in her gash now.

"I want you this bad!" the man cried. His prick slipped from the middle of the erotic trough and pressed fervently into her cunt hole. For a moment, Candy thought she would go crazy with desire. She widened her legs and gave him even more room to stuff his mighty prick into her cunt.

In that instant, all her religious training evaporated like dew in the morning sun. She knew what she wanted and she wanted cock – lots of it!

She got it.

He rammed his prick as hard as he could into her pussy. For a moment, she gasped in surprise and delight. Then the pain washed over her in huge, drowning waves. She gasped and cried out, suddenly aware she was getting more than she had bargained for.

His cock slammed mercilessly into her cherry. The rubbery barrier of her hymen gave a little bit and then sprung back, holding his cock away from the depths of her pussy. He slammed back into her cherry and this time his prick blasted balls deep into her virgin cunt. The man didn't even seem to realize what was happening.

Candy did. It felt as if her cunt was coming apart. He was tearing her up inside and she simply knew she was going to bleed to death. No amount of pleasure could possibly offset this pain.

"Shit, I never felt you tighter. I'd have thought you were a virgin except I know better."

The words came to Candy's ears, filtered through the drum rolls in her temples. The blood pounded fiercely and almost drowned out the man words. She vaguely realized he still thought she was Mandy. The man hadn't even realized he was ripping her apart.

He rested, his prick pressing passionately into her virgin-tight twat. The walls of her cunt slowly expanded to take this new invader. For a while, as long as his cock simply lay inside her, she could tolerate the pain. And strangely, she enjoyed the feeling of hot prick throbbing inside her. As he started pulling out, she thought her guts would go with that piston of prick.

"Christ, honey, why didn't you tell me you were in your period." The man thought she was menstruating. Candy didn't speak. The feelings inside her body were too confused to allow her to put anything into words. Let the bastard think anything he wanted. She just wanted more of his cock to erase the pain she still felt.

He laughed and drove his prick back into her cunt. She gasped and almost passed out from the impact of his body against her butt. He ground his hairy thighs into her smooth assflesh and she felt the tickly sensations grow and spread. Her pussy wasn't in pain now. The ache that she had thought was obscene before now consumed her.