What is it that makes twins having identical upbringings and environmental influences and inheriting their characteristics from the same gene pool, develop such different values resulting in widely varying life experiences? Often these personality differences are ascribed from without, by parents and friends seeking a simple way to tell the identical children apart. This may result, however, in forcing one of the pair, or both, to live a life untrue to their nature.
Chastity and Charity Anderson are as different as their names imply... at first, and then only superficially. They had been led to achieve individuality by following different moral codes, yet this difference, Chastity finds, is only imposed from the outside, by what society and their parents have determined for them. Breaking through the imposed personality barriers, although difficult, is not impossible, but often calls for a little surreptitious action, especially where men are involved.
TURNED ON TWINS documents the lengths to which a young girl will go to explore that realm which has been beyond her socially imposed personality. We'd best listen, for there are hundreds in this world who likewise seek to dispel ascribed personalities in their search to develop their own.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Tony Langford was one of the few people who could tell the Anderson twins apart. Tony had worked for the Andersons as their chauffeur for several months and, after a week or so, he had discovered the secret that allowed him to differentiate between the two twins. To the uneducated eye, it was nearly impossible to tell Chastity from Charity Anderson the teenage girls had identical faces and equally superb bodies. They had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and wide, sensual mouths. Both had pert, thrusting tits and taut asses shaped like inverted valentines and long legs that seemed destined to be hooked happily around a man's humping loins as he plowed into their juicy snatches. They were both trim and lithe and nubile. Their voices had the same husky timbre and the same expressions flashed across their mobile features when they spoke.
Tony had discovered two ways to tell them apart.
Charity had a tiny birthmark on her neck, usually hidden by the cascade of her golden hair but visible when she tossed her head or had her hair tied back.
That was one way.
The second way was more subtle. If one of the twins happened to be sucking on his cock, it was a pretty fair bet that it was Charity.
Chastity was a virgin, determined to save her precious cherry for her wedding night.
Charity was a nymphomaniac.
Tony often pondered the illusive matter of their names. Not a man given to much speculation, he nevertheless wondered if Chastity were living up to her name by remaining chaste, while Charity was giving pussy away liberally to any man who needed some. She was the despair of her family, naughty little Charity, giving out cunt with both hands, while her virgin sister was the pride of her mother and father.
Tony was not a moral fellow, but even he had been shocked by Charity's bold and brazen nature. He had only had the chauffeuring job for a week before he found the girl going down on his dick.
He had been driving her to the tennis club. "Pull over for a moment, Tony," she said. Dutiful and obedient -- and needing the job badly, being a gambling man constantly in debt -- Tony had drawn off to the side of the road as she requested. Charity eyed him coolly and speculatively.
"I'm Charity," she said.
"Yes, Miss."
"It's important that you learn to tell my sister and me apart, Tony. We're quite different."
"You certainly look the same."
"I know. But a mistake could be disastrous."
"Miss?" he asked, not knowing what she meant.
"Because, although we look alike, we have different ideas on how a girl should behave."
Tony didn't see what that had to do with him. He would, after all, merely drive them around.
"Chastity is a prude," she said.
Tony blushed.
"You're a very good-looking guy, Tony," Charity said, gazing at his crisp, curly black hair and the firm line of his lean jaw and then, slowly, letting her eyes move down his body.
"Unlike my sister, I like men," she went on. Tony squirmed uncomfortably. He was a potent man and when a girl talked to him that way, and looked at him like that, he usually got a hard-on. He was afraid he might get a hard-on right then, and that would not be seemly for a chauffeur. He really needed to keep this job until he could settle his gambling debts, for his bookmaker was threatening to have his legs broken if he didn't pay up. If his dick started to rise, it was obvious that Charity would notice it because she was staring right at his crotch.
"Understand?" she said, smiling.
Tony was, starting to sweat.
"You'll be late for your tennis lessons," he said.
"Screw the tennis lessons," she said brightly. "I'm more interested in getting a service from you than I am from the tennis pro... whom I've already had."
Tony gulped.
Sure enough, his pecker started to rise.
Charity giggled when she saw the effect her behavior was having on the chauffeur.
His cock had been stretched down along his thigh and as it hardened and fattened it pressed up a great bulge in his trousers. Trapped down the pantleg, it was unable to lift to the normal angle of a rampant prick and, instead, struggled as if trying to burst the seams and tear the material of his pants and surge up festooned by shreds of cloth.
"Oh... interesting," the nymph whispered.
Tony figured he had better get out of that situation before he made a mistake. He put the car into gear, but Charity reached down and placed her hand on his writhing prick, moving along the stalk as if it, too, were a shifting lever and she were putting his loins into high gear.
Tony froze.
Fiery waves of desire sped from his cock and balls and filled his belly; his mind erupted with lusty passion. He tried to tell himself that he must not risk losing his job -- but then he found himself rationalizing. This lewd daughter of the family intended to have him, no doubt of that, and if he resisted her he might alienate her, and that might possibly be a graver danger to his employment than if he allowed her to have her way with him.
He took the car back out of gear, his hand trembling as he moved the lever.
His cock was trembling, too.
He turned the ignition off.
Charity smiled happily. Then she opened his fly.
The lusty little nymphette was in no hurry. Although she was obviously starving for dick, she did not rush to attain it, enjoying the thrill of the expectation and the slow, lingering build-up.
She unbuckled his belt and drew the end free. Her hand stroked the belt for a moment, as if she were using it to get her wrist limbered up for the cock stroking hi store. Then she unbuttoned the button atop his fly and began to pull his zipper up and down teasingly. She drew it halfway down, then pulled it back up, staring all the while at the writhing outline of his pecker as it raged along his thigh.
Inch by inch, she opened his pants. She spread the flaps back in a triangle, exposing his lean belly at the tops of his thighs. He wore nylon briefs and his big cock was stretching the nylon out from his belly. Charity slid her fingers under the elastic band and pulled the briefs out from his belly.
Freed from restraint, his prick came up from his leg, stirring sluggishly at first, and then snapping up along his belly. The knob slapped against his trim torso.
Charity tugged down the briefs and tucked the elastic band underneath his swollen balls so that, the whole of his formidable sex tackle was bared.
"Oh, my!" she cried. She was impressed and showed it. For a moment she didn't touch him, simply gazing in fascination at his huge prick and bloated scrotum.
Tony's dong was sizable and shapely. His balls were swollen like over inflated balloons and pressed up by the elastic band fitted beneath them. From those bloated balls rose a shaft as hard as stone and as thick as the girl's delicate forearm. The shaft was seamed by a fat dark vein that ran up the ventral stalk, pulsing and throbbing, and then blended out into a delta as it merged with his knob. The great, bivalved peckerhead flared out from the rod, a bulging wad of purple meat that made the girl's mouth water.
"Oh, that looks awfully tasty," she murmured, in her rich girl's modulated accents.
Tony was rapidly losing his shyness and reluctance. She might be the boss' daughter, but she was also a sexy young blonde who had just taken his prick out.
"Be my guest," he rasped.
He hiked his hips up, lifting his iron-hard dong.
"Would you mind if I sucked it for a while?" she asked, with a smile that implied the question was rhetorical.
"Not at all," he said.
She still hadn't touched his naked dick. Now she cupped one hand over his balls and lifted that heavy sac as if she were weighing it, trying to gauge the magnitude of the creamy load that was lurking inside that hairy bag.
She squeezed gently.
Her other hand slid over and she flicked her fingertip lightly against his cockhead, at the sensitive point where the thick vein spread out into the flaring crown. The contact caused his knob to surge and his stalk to ripple. His eyes narrowed and he began to breathe heavily.
The girl enjoyed his reactions.
She folded her first around the root of his prick and held it steady for a moment, the fat rod soaring from her small hand like a war club.
She pumped him up and down a couple times. His cockhead surged out like the head of a hooded cobra preparing to strike.
She was leaning over his dick, her face only inches above the bulging helmet. Gazing down, Tony could see her face in three-quarter profile. Her features were contorted into a mask of pure depravity. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her sensual lips were parted and the tip of her pink tongue slid along her lower lip. Her golden hair drifted to the side.
That was when he first noticed the little heart-shaped birthmark on her neck.
But he was not interested in birthmarks or means of identifying this lewd twin. Not at the moment. He was interested in her tongue and her mouth.
He placed one big hand gently behind her head.
But she tossed her head, shaking him off. She wanted to guidance from him. She intended to drink his dick in her own good time and was savoring the preliminaries. Tony took his hand away and waited impatiently.
Charity pumped his prick up and down a few times, squeezing his balls with the other hand.
The cleft parted, gaping open.
"Ooooh," she murmured, as she saw a drop of preliminary spunk bubbling moistly in that parted opening.
She glanced up at his face and found him staring intently down at her. She smiled wickedly.
"Would you like to come in my mouth?" she asked.
Tony tried to answer but his vocal cords seemed as tight as his cock. He could only gurgle wordlessly, causing her to giggle. He nodded his head up and down.
"Ummmm? Shall I drink all that thick, hot jism? Shall I swallow your cum, Tony?"
"Unnghh," he croaked.
She pushed her tongue out, so that the pink tip was quivering less than an inch from his cockhead. That big purple slab had begun to smoke.
"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she sighed. Then she began to tongue his knob. Charity used only the tip of her tongue, at first. She fluttered it against his peckerhead, curled it around behind the glans, lapped and laved lovingly all over that swollen wad of tasty meat. She was holding his dick by the root, pulling the skin back tautly so that the knob flared out in a big wedge as her nimble tongue slipped and slid all over the succulent morsel.
She paused from time to time while she savored the meaty flavor of his dickhead on her tastebuds, then, inspired by the delicious taste, began tonguing with even greater vigor, relishing the succulence of his dong.
She was drooling down his rod, saliva glistening as it trickled down the fat stalk and pooled on his balls.
His prick was vibrating like a tuning fork.
He pushed upwards, trying to slip the head into her face; as much as he was enjoying the thorough tonguing she was giving him, he was eager to bury his smoking cock in her hot mouth and fuck her in her sexy blonde head.
Charity fitted her lips to the tip of his cock. She kissed the end, her lips parting slowly around it, then, pushed down. She took his knob into her mouth millimeter by millimeter, her lips slowly opening around the thick lump. Tony was groaning and Charity was sighing with the pleasure of slurping in a mouthful of thundering cockhead.
She pushed down lower, taking the whole knob into her maw, and began to suck steadily on it.
Her checks drew in hollow as she sucked, then pushed out as his expanding cockhead pressed into the soft flesh, first on one side and then on the other.
Her tongue continued to flutter as she sucked, her nimble lips sweeping back and forth against the underside of his knob and sliding up and down the stalk.
"Ummm... yummy..." she sighed, the word muffled on his cock so that he felt it as well as heard it, the moist syllables indented in his steaming meat.
She sucked merrily away on his cockhead for, a few moments, then fell to work in earnest, her head bobbing up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. She took his knob right back into her throat while her pursed lips slid down the stalk, then slurped fluidly up until only the tip remained in the unpeeled collar of her lips. She repeated the process, going joyfully up and down on his burning stick with rhythmic strokes.
Her tongue was bridged so that his prick was riding over that hot, wet carpet as it ran into her throat. Her cheeks pulled and her lips dragged and her hot breath billowed down his stalk and wafted over his balls.
This girl was a talented cocksucker, no doubt of that, and her skillful work was rapidly bringing Tony towards the crest of sexual sensation.
A drop of spunk oozed from his cockhead and ran onto her tongue in an oily spread.
Charity gasped, then moaned as she felt that savory drop tingle on her tastebuds.
She let it slide around on her tongue, then swallowed it. It burned like fine brandy as it ran down into her belly, making her hungry for more of the fine stuff.
"Come," she whimpered. "Give it to me, Tony... give me all that precious, lovely jism."
Her head flew up and down greedily. Tony began to fuck up into her face, humping his ass up from the seat as he drove his spike right back into her willing throat. As he thrust up, her head descended on his rod. As he sank back, she slurped up his cock, sucking adoringly through every inch of his tasty joystick.
Tony moaned, then gasped.
The heels of his chauffeur boots, drummed against the firewall. His jaws clenched, his fists knotted and his toes curled.
"Gonna... blow..." he gasped. "Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed, ravenous for his hot wad.
Her face slid all the way down and she took the head of his throbbing pecker into her gullet.
Then his balls blew.
Tony cried out with the thrill.
His balls erupted and the hot, thick sap pushed up his tube and came boiling from the tip, filling the girl's cock-starved mouth to overflowing with his burning cream.
Charity gasped as she felt her mouth flood with spunk.
But she never missed a stroke.
His hot geyser had filled to overflowing and quicksilvery cum was pouring from her pursed lips and streaming down his stalk but the greedy girl was gulping down the delicious nectar as fast as she could and sucking for more at the same time. Her head rose and fell, her lips pulled and she slurped every drop of his creamy culmination from his cock and balls in half a dozen mighty eruptions.
Whimpering, Tony, slumped back into the seat.
"Ummm," she sighed, and she continued to go up and down on his dick until she was certain that she had milked out every last drop of cum from his balls.
As her lips pulled away, his knob popped out like a cork from a bottle. His prick was starting to shrink now, deflated by his powerful orgasm. Charity looked wistfully at it. She was the sort of girl that sadly regretted the softening of a dick.
She used her tongue to gather up a few stray droplets of spunk that had escaped her mouth and had come down onto his balls. She licked his knob so clean that it glistened. She licked her creamy lips. Then she delicately wiped her mouth on a lace hanky and put his cock back in his pants and zippered him up.
"Thank you, Tony," she said.
"Errr... thank you, Miss."
"You'd better take me to the tennis club now. I'm already late for my lesson."
Rather bemused, by the whole thing, Tony started the ear.
Charity was prim and proper for the rest of the trip.
And that was how Tony discovered the way to tell which sister was Charity arid which Chastity.
The next day she blew him again.
Chapter Two
Charity seemed to like Tony.
At least, she liked his cock.
Sometimes she liked it in her mouth and sometimes she liked it in her cunt, but she liked it several times a week. Usually they had sex in the car, but sometimes she came to him in the chauffeur's quarters above the garage. Tony didn't live there, since he had his own apartment in town which he shared with a sexy redhead named Dolly Parker but it was handy to have accommodation on the job, especially when Charity got the urge to do it in a bed instead of in the car. He preferred the bed, himself for one thing, it gave them a chance to get naked and perform a few gyrations that were awkward, difficult or impossible in the confines of the Rolls-Royce.
Charity had offered to visit him in his own apartment but Tony had made a series of excuses. He didn't figure that Dolly would care to have another girl on the premises. Dolly was getting suspicious enough as it was, when Tony came home with a limp and exhausted dick.
Several months passed and Tony was getting his gambling debts paid as he drew a steady salary and was getting his ashes hauled with regularity by Charity, as well as by his live-in girlfriend, Dolly, so everything seemed to be going well for him.
Then came the crunch.
Tony was in the quarters over the garage, putting on his uniform as he prepared to take Chastity to church. The door opened and Charity looked in.
At least, Tony figured it was Charity, for Chastity had never come to his quarters and surely would not have opened the door without knocking.
Or so he thought.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed, just about to pull his pants on, and his big dick was fully exposed. The blonde's eyes flashed as she gazed at that formidable tool. It wasn't hard, at the moment, but even in a soft condition it was an impressive hunk of meat as it dangled over the edge of the mattress, the big knob swinging slightly as he raised one foot.
"Oh, hello," he said.
She had a funny look on her face, "You don't seem surprised to see me," she said.
"Why, should I be?"
"Quite."
"But I don't have time to fuck you now, Charity... I have to take that prudish sister of yours to church."
The girl's eyes were fixed on his prick, just as if she had never seen such a thing before. As if her vision had some tactile, caressing quality, his cock began to harden and swell. Her eyes moved up and down and as her gaze stroked him, his dick came up in a series of jolts. It was just as if she were masturbating him with her stroking eyes.
The girl seemed fascinated by his prick, and by the effect her attention had upon that mighty meaty engine. Like a bird looking into the eye of a snake, she was mesmerized.
The knob flipped up and the rod stood straight out, parallel with the bed. Then it rose up, cranking itself into the angle of rampant readiness.
Tony glanced at his watch.
"I suppose we have time for a quicky," he said.
Charity was so talented with her mouth and her twat that it was perfectly possible to pour a load of jism into her in a matter of seconds, if one chose.
The girl advanced into the room, as if drawn to his cock by some irresistible polar gravity.
Tony stood up and pushed his hips out, offering his big rod to the approaching girl. She tossed her head.
Tony stiffened. In fact, his whole body went as stiff as his pecker.
As she tossed her head, her golden hair swirled, from her neck and her neck was unblemished. There was no identifying birthmark on that smooth, graceful sweep. It was Chastity!
Tony gulped and blushed. Feebly, he said, "Gee, we shouldn't be joking about such naughty things... since we've never done them or anything and you are such a proper girl and... errr..."
But it was too late to squirm out of his predicament.
Chastity's expression changed. The fascination bled from her face as she turned pale, then flushed bright scarlet. Whatever the girl had intended, she saw now that her true identity had been exposed and she could no longer carry out the pretense of being her wanton sister.
"So! I had a shrewd idea that you were doing sinful things to my sister. I thought I could find you out, you monster!"
She was still looking at his cock. Tony was confused and just stood there with his pecker jutting out.
Christ! he thought. I shouldn't have let on that I knew which twin she was... But it was too late. Under her own identity, Chastity had to be chaste.
"I'm going to tell my father!" she said. "I simply will not have a sister screwing the chauffeur on the premises."
"Aw, don't do that," he pleaded. But the blonde twin tore her eyes away from his sightly pecker and dashed from the room.
Tony sighed and got dressed.
Five minutes later Jonathan Anderson stormed in.
"You're fired," he announced.
"I was afraid of that."
"Good Lord, man! It's bad enough that my lewd daughter should be spreading pussy around the country club and the tennis club and society events... I simply will not tolerate having her cavorting with a low-born chauffeur!"
So it was that Tony lost his job. Anderson departed and Tony began to get undressed again, to change out of the uniform prior to departure.
Then one of the twins came in. Tony stared at her and she drew her hair back, revealing the birthmark that identified her as Charity.
"Your father dismissed me," he said. "Yeah, I know. The old bastard shouted at me, too. He's real angry. He says he's going to cut my allowance off and not let me have any money at all. Golly! How can a rich girl find herself some prick if she's got no money? I mean, it's easy for poor girls and common tramps, but for me... It's all your fault, Tony! If you hadn't been balling me..."
Tony could see that the girl was so distressed at the thought that she might have to go cockless that he didn't remind her that the whole affair had been at her instigation.
"You'll simply have to let me visit you in town," she said, "until I find a new lover, anyhow."
"Well?"
"You owe me, Tony!"
"We'll work something out," he said.
It might well be possible, at that. His mind worked quickly. Now that he had no job, he figured that Dolly would have to go to work and that he would be able to bring Charity in while Dolly was out and thereby get two shifts going.
The girl was mollified. She was rather a selfish little bitch and was not concerned that the chauffeur had lost his job, as long as her supply of dick was still available.
And speaking of dick...
Charity advanced on Tony, who still had no pants on.
His cock had gone limp by this time and was hanging down along his thigh in a big loop. "Not now," he said.
"Now," she said.
She reached out and wrapped her hand possessively around the root of his big, dangling dick.
"I'm not in the mood," he protested.
"You will be," she said, perfectly confident in her ability to inspire the man.
She skimmed her lightly clenched fist up and down his fat shaft a few times. The big rod began to tighten spasmodically and the head started to swell and flush.
Tony might not be in the mood, but his cock was. That willful warrior paid no heed to the desires or emotions of the man to whom it was attached, none whatsoever. It had always been a self-centered pecker, a hedonistic wad of meat, every bit as selfish as Charity... and as greedy.
It rose in her hand. She skimmed up and down, just brushing lightly over the stalk with rhythmic strokes and that hunk of pork rose and spread out until it was standing arrogantly before Tony's belly, the bloated head extended up in front of his breastbone.
Tony groaned.
Charity nodded to herself, satisfied that her manipulation had aroused the fellow to a degree where he would not be able to refuse to service her.
She stepped back and started to undress. Tony watched her. His cock, like a periscope, also seemed to be regarding the sexy nymphette, as if her body were an enemy convoy into which it would soon launch its fleshy torpedo and its explosive semen.
She crossed her hands behind her neck and pulled her light summer frock over her head. She wore no bra and panties. She never seemed to be wearing underwear, in point of fact, since she always wanted to be ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. She tossed the dress aside and posed before the man, letting him admire the nubile curves of her naked body.
She had firm, thrusting tits capped by big, stiff nipples. Her waist was narrow and her hips supple. Her legs were long and smooth and shapely and her ass was pneumatic. Her pubic thicket spread out in a honey-blonde wedge at the base of her torso. As Tony looked at her, she spread her trim thighs and jilted her pelvis forward, so he was able to see between her legs. Her cunt was wet and parted, the pink lips unfurled so that the slit had spread into an oval slot, and that slot was flooded with cunt juice.
Tony had changed his mind.
It wasn't a bad idea to have a last fuck before he vacated the premises, he figured.
After all, most of his duties on this job had been servicing this nymphomaniac and it was only fair to give her a fuck in lieu of notice.
Charity turned through a full circle, letting him admire her from all angles, showing him her taut, heart-shaped ass and giving him a look at her pert tits in profile before she faced him once again. Then she moved towards him.
Tony started to step back to the bed but, reaching out, she took his dick in hand, holding him where he was. His prick throbbed in her fist. She was smiling now, happy at the moment regardless of what deprivations the future might hold, as long as she was holding a handful of cock.
She pushed her trim belly out and began to rub his cockhead against her belly button, rolling the big, purple nugget back and forth across her loins.
His prick was so hot that it seemed to burn into her like a branding iron, stamping her with the mark of his lust.
She sank gracefully to her knees before him. She touched his cockhead against her nipples, moving it back and forth between those stiff tips. Then, leaning forward, arching her slender back, she placed his stalk against her breastbone and cupped her tits around it with both hands. His bloated balls jammed to her stomach and his long dick rose up her torso so that the knob rested in the hollow of her throat. She squirmed, rolling against the rod. Tony began to hump gently, fucking her between the tits. His knob slid in and out of the soft cleavage, running into her throat, then disappearing down between her soft mounds, only to come squeezing out again. Charity gurgled with pleasure as she rubbed against him. She tilted her face down, her eyes blazing with passion.
As his big peckerhead came squeezing out from between her breasts, she pushed her hot tongue down to meet it, lapping at the cleft tip joyfully.
Tony thought she was of a mind to drink some cum, and tried to slip his dick into her mouth, but Charity intended to enjoy only a fleeting taste of cock this time. She tongued his knob happily for a few moments, then rose to her feet again. They stood face to face.
The lewd girl pushed her belly out, trapping his rampant dong between them. The big rod carved a furrow into her soft tummy. She purred happily, feeling how big and long it was and knowing that soon that distended prick would be stretching just as far up her belly -- on the inside.
She rose onto her toes and pushed his cock down so that it stuck out parallel with the floor and at right angles to his torso. Then she mounted it as if it had been a gymnast's bar. One knee hooked up and her creamy crotch settled onto his cock. It was not at the angle which made penetration possible. Instead of being aimed up at her hole, it ran along her cunt lips and the bloated dickhead pushed out behind her legs and under her ass.
She squirmed on it, tightening her thighs and rolling her belly against his.
She held his balls cupped in one hand and, reaching behind herself with the other, she commenced to finger his knob with deft, thrilling caresses.
Tony bent and sucked her nipples into his mouth, sucking on them in turn, enjoying the preliminaries that came before the coupling in store for them.
He kissed her neck. She tilted her face to the side. It occurred to him that he had never once kissed her on the mouth. Perhaps she considered him too lowborn for such an intimacy, he thought.
But he didn't give a damn. If a girl was willing and eager to kiss his cock, he didn't figure that normal kissing was all that crucial.
Her thighs tensed and relaxed as she rode the fat parallel bar of his dong. Tony slipped a hand into her crotch alongside his prick.
He began to trace along her cunt lips with his fingertips and rub her fiery clitoris with his thumb.
Charity began to pant and moan at the sensation. Her cunt lips unfurled further and a heavy flood of cream washed out onto his hand.
It was time to fuck.
Charity threw her arms around his neck and drew herself up as far as she could, balanced on the very tips of her toes. His cock no longer pressed down by her seated crotch, elevated like an artillery piece finding the range. The smoking knob slipped into her juicy gash. Her cunt seemed to drag him in by suction.
Tony cupped his broad hands under her ass and heaved the slender girl higher upon his body. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, pulling up, and at the same time she threw her legs up and hooked the backs of her knees over his hipbones so that she was completely off the floor and clinging to his body like a monkey shinnying up a tree.
His knob was inside her twat. His stalk stood out between them like a brace, helping to support her weight... a bracket fitted to the shelf of her loins or a rack upon which she could hang her hairy hat.
He lowered her slowly. Her thighs relaxed, allowing herself to descend. His thick pecker pushed slowly up into her steaming hole as her haunches slid down.
Tony lowered her inch by inch, savoring each added millimeter of the penetration. Charity squirmed happily around on his cock as it penetrated further and further up her slot. Her cunt lips were clinging to his stalk and her hole had already started to clamp and milk at him as her talented cunt muscles started to go to work on the welcome penetration.
He was jammed in to the hilt, with his loaded balls pressed tightly to her crotch and the full length of his cock buried in her pussy.
They held that full penetration for a long moment as Tony thrilled to the sensation of having every inch of his pecker imbedded in hot, clinging snatch and Charity savored the joy of being stuffed chock-a-block full of fat prick.
Her hips twisted from side to side as she rotated her cunt around on his spike.
Then he began to lift her up and down.
He hauled her up until only the tip of his dick remained in her hole, then let her cunt slowly settle back onto the rod. Her arms and legs aided him as she pulled up and down. Her tits rubbed against his chest, the nipples fat and taut and flailing as they brushed over him. Her skilled pussy was milking him, the interior muscles tightening in sequence so that a consecutive series of rings softly closed around his stalk and massaged his cockhead as it went in and out.
"Oh!" she gasped. Then, "Ooooooh!" as she began to smolder and steam with the rising thrill.
His cock was running its full length across her turbulent love bud with every thrust and the thrill spread out from her belly and coursed like an electric current through her whole being. Her cunt was melting like a wax candle around his hard wick. Even her brain seemed to be melting as the psychological thrill of fucking kept pace with the physical sensation.
Cunt juice poured from her hole, pumped out by his tightly fitting plunger and running down onto his balls. Ribbons of cream trickled in ivory rivulets down his taut thighs.
He banged up hard, hooking his prick into her like a one-horned bull ravaging a matador.
Charity squealed.
"Coming..." she wailed. "Coming now."
Tony felt her pussy turn to cream as the orgasm ripped through her with volcanic intensity.
He slammed her up and down on his dong, thrusting up as her crotch descended. She wriggled, her snatch clinging to him and milking his dick as if she possessed a mouth inside her belly, her whole limber body had started to vibrate.
Tony was trying his best to hold back, but now she was melting so he let himself go.
His thighs trembled, but not with her weight. They trembled as his bones turned to water and the crest of sensation swept through his loins and burst in his balls. He shot a creamy wad of cum straight up into her hole.
His seminal geyser struck into her womb with such force that the girl felt herself lifted on the stream, as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when it blew.
"Come, come, come!" she cried. "Pour all that thick spunk into my hot cunt, baby."
His knees dipped. He slammed in and up and blasted a second great gout of cream into her as her pussy melted around his dong. Her whole box seemed to have liquefied as the cunt juice flooded from her, mingling with the heavy dosage of jism that Tony was adding to her climax.
He shot a third wad up her cunt, and then a forth.
Drained, he clung to her, staggering.
Charity continued to wriggle and squirm on his cock as she worked out the final spasms of her climax.
Tony wobbled to the bed and sat down, then fell back. Charity perched astride him, still mounted on his pecker, a contented smile brightening her face.
"Wow," she said. "Am I gonna miss you!"
"It was all your sister's fault," Tony said. "I know," said Charity, nodding. Since she had taken his cock into her mouth, the nod served a double purpose, asserting her agreement and, at the same time, sliding her lips up and down his stalk.
His cock had diminished somewhat following the titanic orgasm he spilled up her twat, but it was still semi-tense and the girl saw no reason why she should not suck it up nice and hard all over again. Once it was perfectly hard again she could decide if she wanted another fuck or if she would rather suck him off. That bridge she would cross when she came to it and she never worried about such decisions, for her mouth was every bit as hot for pecker as her pussy was.
Tony watched her lips unpeel up and down his stalk.
His cock was hardening effortlessly under such skillful oral manipulation.
"Damn my sister," Charity said, removing her lips from his cockhead to speak, then slipping that tight collar right back over the tasty knob.
Her head moved up and down steadily.
Tony's balls had been drained but he was a potent fellow, the big sac began to fill again. His cock expanded and hardened until the bloated knob filled her hungry mouth to the brim and, as her head rose up, her lips were dragged almost inside out around that broad rod.
Tony stroked her head. She smiled around his pecker, keeping up the rhythmic head bobbing.
He said, "You'd better stop... unless you want a mouthful of cum."
"Hush," she whispered.
Tony hushed... and stiffened. Then he moaned as he fed a load of boiling jism into her mouth and throat and sighed as the voracious cocksucker gulped it down with relish.
Grinning with cream-coated lips, Charity said, "Actually, I feel sorry for my sister. Poor old prude. She's a virgin, I think, and she doesn't know what she was missing."
But Chastity Anderson, although a virgin, knew exactly what she was missing.
She knew because she was looking in the door!
Chapter Three
Chastity greatly envied her twin sister for her sexual exploits and regretted her own virginity, but she didn't see what she could do about it, for she was determined not to be a nymphomaniac like Charity. She knew that, once she started fucking, she would partake of the pleasure with indiscriminate gusto.
How could a girl get fucked without being lewd?
The only way that Chastity could think of was to get raped, and no one had ever tried to rape her. She moved in the better social circles, amidst gentlemen who did not commit rape, and she had not the faintest idea how a horny virgin might go about meeting a sex fiend who would take her against her will and thereby give her the pleasure of a good screwing without having tainted her with the stigma of willful participation. It was a frustrating life for Chastity, whose instincts were to be as promiscuous as her twin sister.
It was that frustration and envy that had led her to blow the whistle on Charity and Tony. She had gone to his quarters above the garage fully prepared to masquerade as her sister and, thereby, get fucked while Charity took the blame.
But when Tony had noticed who she really was, the girl had been unable to go through with it under her own identity and, angry, frustrated and jealous, she had figured that if she could not get some cock under false pretenses, then why should her sister have all the cock she wanted?
So she had told her father about the affair.
She felt slightly better after that, in a mean and spiteful fashion, but as horny as ever.
Then she had seen Charity sneaking out to the garage. Her first impulse was to tell her father that her sister was at it again, but then another instinct took over. She was thrilled by the idea of witnessing her lewd sister in action! So she had followed Charity to the garage and up the stairs to the chauffeur's quarters.
Charity, never a modest girl, had neglected to close the door completely and Chastity, by kneeling down and poking one eye up to the jamb, had been able to see exactly what was going on in that room.
The sight had done nothing to alleviate her frustration.
She had watched, fascinated, as they fucked standing up. She had been able to see Tony's fat pecker slide in and out of her sister's creamy hole, see his hairy balls jammed against the twin's crotch, see the cunt juice that poured from Charity's pleasured hole. Oh, the envy that consumed her! She had pushed three fingers up her own cunt, pretending they were a prick as she finger-fucked herself and watched her sister getting the real stuff. When Tony had filled Charity's twat with jism, Chastity had almost fainted with unfulfilled desire.
And then she had watched Charity give him head!
That had been just as bad, maybe even worse. As Chastity saw her sister's lips peel back around his knob and rod, she, in absolute agony of need, bunched her fingers together and pushed them into her mouth as if they were a cock.
Watching Charity drink his turn, Chastity had cried out with pitiful jealously. Her mouth hungered for cockmeat and her pussy was fairly melting with desire to be stuffed full of pecker, but she was destined to enjoy no more than her own hands, her own inadequate caress.
Still, if she had to settle for a handjob, she figured, she might as well make it a good one. She lurked at the door until she had determined there would be no more vicarious thrills for her to spy upon. Then she got to her feet, smoothed down her dress and walked, a trifle unsteadily, back to the house.
By the time she got to her bedroom, Chastity was fairly burning with desire. She locked the door and lay down on the bed. Chastity was well acquainted with the art of masturbation, for she found it necessary to bring herself off with regularity.
She thought about how her sister had writhed and squirmed on the chauffeur's big juicy cock as he fed it up her snatch. The thought was inspirational. Her nipples had exploded and stood out like bullets, thrusting into the thin material of her dress.
Quickly she pulled her dress over her head and began to rub and massage her pert mounds and, as if her nipples were starter buttons connected to her cunt, she felt her crotch begin to throb with need.
She pulled her panty leg to one side and dipped her hand into her snatch. Her cunt felt like it was steaming. She drew her knees up and opened her thighs and began to run her fingertips along her juicy gash, dipping into the flooded slot and then flicking across her tingling love-bud.
She thought of Charity drinking the chauffeur's spunk and, bringing her free hand to her mouth, began to suck her fingers again. Her cheeks went in and out and her tongue flared as she pushed her fingers in and out of her mouth.
She wished desperately that it were a real cock. If only that stupid chauffeur hadn't recognized her, she could have had her face stuffed with the genuine article.
Her left hand, which had been stroking her pussy, was soaked with cunt juice. She switched hands and began to push her slippery fingers into her mouth, tasting her own cunt juice. She wondered if cock tasted like cunt. She knew that men liked to suck pussy and she could see why, too. Her fingers soaked in pussy juice tasted a lot better than dry ones.
She switched hands again, for her right hand was slippery with her juice now, and she sucked on those digits and whipped through her creamy cunt with her left hand. Her mouth was as hot as her box as she pushed her fingers deep into her hungry maw and sucked away avidly.
She was beside herself with passion now. Her cunt dragged at her fingers. She thought of how Tony had fucked Charity standing up and how his big cock had plunged in and out of her sister's cunt.
Suddenly she jumped off the bed. She wriggled out of her panties and, stark naked, leaned against the wall next to the bed. She closed her eyes and, bracing her head against the wall and spreading her thighs widely, she arched her body into a bow, pushing her pussy forward, to meet an imaginary cock.
She began to use both hands on her crotch fly, finger fucking her slot with one hand and stroking her clit with the other. Her love bud throbbed violently under her caress and her hole was fairly awash with cunt juice, squelching loudly as she pushed her fingers up and slurping as she pulled down.
She pretended that it was Tony's cock up her cunt and hiked her ass back and forth to meet her thrusting fingers in a frantic fucking motion. She rolled her hips from, side to side and jerked her belly in and out. Her cunt lips furled back, clutching at her fingers as she pushed them in and out.
She was panting now. Wave after wave of unbridled lust surged through her mind and loins. With complete abandon she rammed her fingers into her steaming twat, her hips dancing wildly on the thrusting digits.
She cried out loud as her orgasm hit her. Her cunt melted and she felt her loins quiver and tremble as her pussy juice flooded forth out over her hand and ran down her thighs to drip onto the carpet at her feet. Great surges of joy coursed through her body, the high points passing through her followed by a momentary lull and then a renewed peak, higher each time, until, reaching the absolute summit, Chastity was whimpering and moaning.
Sighing softly as the spasms gradually subsided, she flopped sideways onto her bed, where she lay, gently stroking her pussy for a while.
Although her orgasm had ground the sharp edges off her lust, that lust was still there. With the edges polished on the grindstone of her climax, it remained as a smooth, solid lump somewhere in her belly, a slab of frustration so real that the girl could feel it sitting there above her cunt, in that unexplored, virginal territory that she wanted so much to open up for intruders, adventurers, exploiters to chart and settle.
The girl was a strange complex of desires and inhibitions. Although she wanted to spread her legs for multitudes of men, she also wanted to be known as chaste and virginal. That would not have been too difficult for some women to resolve. It would have been easy enough to journey to some nearby city where she was not known; fuck whatever was going, suck cocks voraciously amongst strangers, and then return home and act pure as the driven snow until the next time she got the urge to wander. But Chastity just could not see herself doing that.
In truth, she was shy.
She knew herself well enough to predict any such venture would be a failure, leaving her more frustrated than ever. She could drive to a nearby city, sure, but the moment a man tried to pick her up, she would blush and stammer or else flush with anger at the very idea -- the idea that she was the sort of girl who could be picked up by a stranger -- even though that was exactly the sort of girl she wished to be.
As far as making the approach herself, that was even less feasible. She knew she would simply be incapable of going up to a strange man and making herself available by word or gesture or, more to the point, groping of crotch.
The other alternative was to find a lover amongst her peers, pledge him to secrecy and fuck him to a frazzle whenever they were alone together.
But she balked at that too, in many ways that would be worse than with a stranger. There would be the one man, at least, who would know how passionate she was. How could she ever look him in the eye after she'd had his pecker in her mouth? How could she carry out her public pretense of modesty in the company of a man who had been plowing her cunt to cream?
No, acquaintances were out.
And she was not the sort of girl who could meet strangers easily or, like her sister sometimes did, go to the slummy section of town and do a bit of working-man fucking and welfare-recipient sucking. She saw no solution to the paradox of her nature.
Except for one.
If she could pretend to be her sister.
Such, of course, had been her intention when she'd gone to the chauffeur's quarters earlier that day. It had taken her ages to get up her nerve to try that impersonation. Then at last she had gotten so horny and desperate for pecker that she had steeled herself and given it a try. After all, she reasoned, very few people could tell the two sisters apart.
But the moment that Tony had looked at her neck, she'd realized her scheme had failed. She hadn't thought of that before. Both sisters wore their blonde hair long and Charity's birthmark was usually hidden, but of course, when she was in the process of gulping in great mouthfuls of chauffeur prick, it was only logical that her hair would fly about and he would, notice that identifying mark.
And so her plan had been foiled.
And now her frustration was even worse, having secretly watched Tony and Charity fuck and suck.
The handjob she'd just given herself helped somewhat, but in a way it made things worse.
Although the sell-induced orgasm took away the burning need, it also gave the frustrated girl a hint of what a real orgasm would be like, a feeble and pallid echo of the joy a girl would know when she came with a hard cock up her squeezing pussy.
Now she lay on her flank, her hand cupped over her snatch as if she were trying to contain her lust, to hold it inside her cunt where it belonged. Then her twat began to simmer again.
Chastity wished that she had a phallic shaped object with which she could fuck herself. She was far too shy to buy a dildo or a vibrator, even by mail order, but she was well aware that such things existed.
Then she thought, I'll bet that dirty sister of mine has two or three of the nasty things.
She couldn't ask to borrow one, obviously.
Dare she try to steal one?
She moved to the window and looked out. There was no sign of Charity returning from the garage. Chastity thought, she's probably got Tony's dick stuck up her again, and at that thought a renewed wave of passion swept over her, strengthening her resolve and dissolving her inhibitions.
She threw on a robe and went down the corridor to her sister's bedroom. She looked out the window from there, still saw no sign of her twin, and proceeded to search, the room. Working on the principle that Charity must think the same way as she, Chastity searched all the places where a modest girl might hide a dildo. She looked underneath her sister's panties in the dresser drawer. There were a lot of panties there, all brand new new, since Charity seldom wore any. She looked in the closet, at the very back, then all the shoe boxes and hatboxes and under the bed.
Not a dildo did she find. Damn! I guess I misjudged her, she thought.
And then she saw the rubber dick. Charity did not think like Chastity at all. The rubber dick was in plain sight, handy on the nightstand beside the bed!
Chastity had never seen a dildo before, let alone handled one. She stared at the strange desirable object for a moment, almost afraid to touch it. It was larger than she had imagined such things being, but that was no hardship. The big phallus was a fat rubber tube capped by a mushroom-shaped knob. It was an expensive model and very lifelike, with veins prominent up the stalk and an open cleft in the tip. Charity, as befitted a rich girl, had bought a quality rubber dick, no doubt of that. Chastity wondered if the thing was neglected, because her sister had all the flesh-and-blood dick she wanted, or if it was overworked because, accustomed to having a full pussy, she might have used it whenever she was alone, perhaps even sleeping with it stuffed up her cunt.
The timid girl reached out tentatively, touched the dick and drew her hand back quickly as if it had burned her, or as if she feared it might suddenly come to life, like a sleeping prince of peckers awakened by her touch from its enchantment, and fly directly up her twat.
She touched it again. She wondered if a real prick felt so nice -- or even better? She had never touched a cock in her life so it was no wonder that she speculated on such things.
She picked it up by the hilt. The big knob stuck straight up from her fist, as attentive as if there were a horny gentleman attached to the end. Chastity kissed it. This, she thought, is going to be fun.
She hurried back to her own bedroom with the fat rubber dick in hand and visions of creamy orgasms dancing like sugar plum fairies in her randy mind.
In the room above the garage, Tony was giving Charity one last fuck before he vacated.
Charity was on her hands and knees, her head resting on the pillow and her juicy ass hiked up at the highest point of her nimble, bridged body. Tony was kneeling behind her, feeding the meat to her quim, doggy-fashion. He was pounding in with such vigor that the girl's ass was lifted on his strokes and her whole nubile body trembled and vibrated as the big prong plowed up her gash to the hilt. His balls slammed into her crotch like the clapper of a fleshy bell and his belly rubbed against her ass. She reached back between her legs and cupped his balls, squeezing, as if to pump the cum from him by the pressure, as if those bloated sacs were the bulb at the end of a fat eyedropper.
Grunting, he came up her pussy.
The moment she felt that thick, hot spunk pouring into her, the randy girl creamed.
Yes, she certainly was going to miss Tony, she thought. It was a good thing she had a nice rubber dick beside her bed to take care of things until she could make anew arrangement for steady dick.
But the rubber dick was not beside her bed at all. It was, at the moment, up her sister's cunt...
It wasn't the real thing, Chastity thought, but it made a pretty good substitute.
The horny blonde was experimenting, discovering the joy of a stuffed twat from every angle she could imagine.
First, she had sucked it. Pretending it was a real pecker, she had laved the knob with her tongue, lapped up the stalk, then fed it to her mouth and sucked on it. Pushing it in and out she took as much of the big prick into her maw as she could, knowing that this would be invaluable practice for the future. When finally she did get a real dick to suck, she wanted to be prepared. It would be terribly embarrassing, she knew, if she were ta gag or vomit on her first mouthful of cock. She worked the knob right back into her gullet and practiced breathing around it for a while. She was satisfied that she could handle ft all right. It was a shame that a rubber dick couldn't come, for she would have relished the chance to practice swallowing spunk from the stick, but a girl couldn't have everything.
After she had sucked and licked it for some moments, her pussy felt so hot that she wouldn't have been surprised if that hairy crumpet had suddenly ignited.
Then she began to fuck herself. She lay on her back on the bed and fed the rubber dick up her pussy in the missionary position at first. She extended her legs, then she drew up her knees, then she spread her thighs open as far as they would go. Each position altered the strokes slightly, giving new dimensions to the pleasure.
The fat stalk filled her to the brim. Her cunt lips were dragged right inside her hole as she pushed the prick in, then pulled outwards, unfurling, as she drew the thick shaft back out.
Cunt juice gushed out and ran down her crotch and into the crack of her taut ass.
She arched, bridging up from, the bed. Then she curled into a bow, raising her head so that she could watch the rubber cock vanish up her slot. She drew it from her pussy and rubbed the juice-coated knob against her stiff nipples.
Then she knelt and, holding it upright under her, tried a bit of fucking in the woman dominant position, her loins going up and down steadily on the rampant cock. That was nice. Oh, to have a real man flat out under her as she rode him!
She brought the juicy dick to her mouth and tongued her own thick cunt juice from it, pretending that it was a man's spunk bubbling from his cockhead.
Then she fucked herself in a kneeling position for a few moments, first from the front and then pushing the prick in from the back while she clawed at her tingling cunt with her free hand cupped over her cunt.
Remembering how she had watched her so lewd sister take it in a standing position, Chastity stood beside the bed and fed some pseudo-cock to her twat in that position.
Her imagination was running out. Too bashful to buy a copy of the Kama Sutra, she could think of no other fucking postures.
Then she saw herself reflected in the looking glass above her dressing table and that gave her a fine idea. She sat on the stool before the table and tilted the mirror down so that it reflected her loins.
She spread her thighs and slowly pushed the thick pecker up her hole, watching in the mirror, fascinated at the sight of the big dong disappearing into her quim and the creamy cunt juice flowing out around it.
She decided this was the best position of those she'd tried so she settled down to enjoy her orgasm where she was. She fed the dick to her greedy cunt slowly and steadily, grinding her hips and pumping her belly around it as it pushed in and pulled out. She angled it so that the thick plunger ran directly over her clit as it thrust and retreated, and that little knot of feeling began to vibrate wildly.
Oooh... a girl could fall in love with a dildo! She thought as the thing pleasured her to the core of her being.
Then she came.
Her cunt turned fiery and then melted around the hard rod and her liquid lust gushed out, soaking the seat and dripping to the floor and leaving her, for the first time since she'd started to get horny urges, satisfied.
Well, semi-satisfied. She still longed for a real cock and balls, filled with real seminal delights.
She continued to sit there, panting, after she came. The dildo was stuck up her cunt to the hilt and she left it there, just in case the urge to do it again were to sneak up on her. She was smiling happily at the mirror.
She noticed an eyebrow pencil on the table. On a sudden impulse, she took it up and carefully penciled little heart-shaped birthmark on her neck, just where her sister had such a mark. She inspected it in the mirror, grinning. It looked real!
And Chastity knew how she could cleverly masquerade as her twin, the next time such an occasion arose. The thought of that subtle deception thrilled her, for it increased the likelihood that she would, in the near future, find a way to get some prick! It thrilled her so much that she simply had to fuck herself again with the substitute pecker, just to practice.
Charity watched Tony drive off in his own old car. She sighed.
He had promised to telephone her as soon as possible and arrange a time and place far further fucking and sucking, and that was pleasant to look forward to, but still, it would not be the same as having him constantly on call.
And now that her father had cut off her allowance, how would she get around and find new prick? It was a good thing she had that dildo, she thought.
And thinking that, by normal thought processes, the randy nymphette decided that she would go to her bedroom and give herself a long, leisurely session on the rubber dick, just for the hell of it. She headed back to the house.
She didn't notice her sister in the window.
She went in and mounted the stairs, walking slowly and enjoying the way the cunt juice was still trickling down her thighs and how her twat glowed like a fiery ember below her belly.
She went to her bedroom and flopped down on the bed. The dildo was in its usual place. She picked it up.
She frowned. It was warm -- hot, almost. It was wet, as well.
She licked it, thoughtfully. It tasted of cunt juice. That's funny, the girl thought. I'm sure that I washed it off after I used it the last time... or sucked it clean, at least. But it definitely felt as if it had been retracted, only moments before, from a hot pussy.
She giggled. If she hadn't known better, she would have thought that her rubber dick had been unfaithful to her! But that was impossible, of course.
Charity shrugged it off and settled down for a long and lingering load of rubber cock.
Chapter Four
Dolly Parker, the girl with whom Tony Langford lived, was a redhead with a body like an inflated rubber doll, all soft curves and pneumatic padding, not at all fat, but packed solid with hot flesh. Her tits were big and perfectly round, like twin balloons mounted on her torso. Her nipples were large and stiff, as if they were the valves by which those balloons had been inflated. Her belly was gently rounded and her pubic mound spread out at the base in coppery filigree. Her legs were shapely and smooth, and her cunt was often wet.
It was particularly wet at the moment because she had been thinking about Tony -- to whom she was moderately faithful -- and wishing that he were home right then so that he could throw a nice fuck into her.
She thought about masturbating but decided to grit her teeth and bear it. She would let her pussy simmer all day so that when Tony got home that evening she would really appreciate a load of his massive cock.
She was naked, lying on the bed, but that meant nothing because Dolly was usually naked on a bed. She was surprised when Tony walked in.
"Did he give you the afternoon off?" Tony looked glum.
"He fired me," he said.
"Oh, darling... what ever for?"
Tony couldn't very well tell her that. He lied. "He decided he didn't need a chauffeur."
"Gee... what will we do, honey? You're supposed to make another, payment on your debt tomorrow... and you know he threatened to have you beaten up if you were late..."
Tony sat down beside her. As the bed shifted under his weight, all her soft curves seemed to ripple.
"I guess you'll have to get a job," he said.
Dolly frowned. She had been a waitress before she met Tony, but she hated that work. She would much rather have done a bit of whoring, but Tony was a little prudish about that.
She didn't even want to think about serving bacon and eggs to guys who slumped at the counter and drank their coffee with the spoons still in the cups. She decided simply to ignore such a distasteful thought and think about something else.
The only other thing Dolly ever thought about was sex. She smiled and wriggled.
"Well, it's too bad about your job, but I'm glad that you're home, Tony... I'm ever so horny..."
Tony gulped.
He had just had two fucks and a blowjob and he doubted that he could get his prick up for a while. But if his tackle failed to rise to the occasion, Dolly was certain to get suspicious. If she thought for a moment that he had been cheating on her, she wouldn't get a job and support him. Tony was on the horns of a dilemma.
With a soft horn!
Dolly was rubbing his thigh and her hand was getting perilously close to his cock. If she touched him and failed to get the normal response she was sure to be suspicious.
Tony thought fast. He took her wrist and drew her hand away from his thigh. Dolly raised her eyebrows.
Tony said, "I'm glad that you're feeling sexy, honey... because I've been thinking about you all morning... about what I want to do to your gorgeous body."
"Ummm?"
He grinned. "I'm in the mood to suck some pussy," he said.
Dolly smiled happily. She was a girl who greatly relished having her cunt sucked and, although Tony gave her plenty of head, he usually only did it as a preliminary to fucking. Usually he stopped as soon as his dick was hard and her cunt was creamy, before she'd had a chance to come in his mouth.
Dolly lay back and spread her legs.
Tony had not, in fact, been in the mood to eat out a box, but the moment he saw that flooded, open gash his tongue began to tingle and he started to drool. This deception, he saw, would be no hardship...
He gazed at her cunt for a moment, licking his lips in happy anticipation of the feast in store. Dolly's gaping slot was filled with creamy cunt juice and her clit jutted out, taut and tingling.
Tony lowered his face into her steaming crotch. He used just the tip of his tongue at first, running it up and down her pink glistening cunt lips and dipping it into her hole and curling it around her stiff love-bud. Then he fitted his mouth to her cunt lips and began to suck with relish.
Dolly squirmed down, rubbing her juicy pussy around on Tony's face. She wriggled her hips and pushed her belly out. Tony paused for a moment, savoring the flavor, rolling the hot cunt cream over his taste buds.
"Do it. Eat my pussy," Dolly moaned.
Tony dipped his face back down into her smoldering crotch and this time pushed his stiffened tongue right up Dolly's hole, lashing from side to side up the hot channel. He tongue-fucked her steadily, his tongue darting in and out of her slit and his lips sucking on her clit and cunt lips. His lips pulled on her parted slotted his tongue raced in and out, whipping her cunt juice up into a frothy stream which ran down Tony's throat. He swallowed it down and sucked for more.
Dolly was writhing and gasping as she worked her cunt against Tony's face. Her lush body rippled, her hips moving like pistons, while she arched her back and twisted her ass. Cunt juice was pouring from her now in a steady flow and Tony gulped down the thick cream hungrily. He rubbed his whole face around in the slippery crotch, slipping down to tongue her asshole and back up her fiery pubic mound, passing through her slot and over her clit on the way then he used his hands, too. He held her cunt lips wide open as he pushed his tongue up her twat. He teased her clit with his fingers and pressed his palm into her tangled pubic hair. Then he began to finger-fuck her with three fingers and suck her throbbing love-button steadily. His fingers scissored and twisted as they pushed in and out with a regular fucking motion, his wrist tilting as he screwed his fingers up the burning gash.
Dolly began to cry out loud.
"Come baby," Tony urged, his words muffled in her hairy twat.
And Dolly came. She thrashed her head from side to side, moaning and sobbing as long waves of pure bliss rushed through her loins and crashed into Tony's eager mouth.
Tony drank her juice hungrily, his lips clamped to her cunt lips tightly so as not to lose any of the precious liquid.
Dolly's thighs pressed around Tony's head, holding him in a firm grip as she rocked back and forth working off her orgasm. She shuddered at the peak for a long moment, then went limp, feeling as though all her energy had been dragged from her cunt, leaving her weak and drained.
But the act had had quite the opposite effect on Tony. The energy that had seeped from her had coursed into him as surely as her creamy orgasm had flowed from her pussy to his belly. He was horny now and his cock was throbbing. As he stretched out on his belly, still tonguing lightly at Dolly's cunt and clit, his dick tensed and hardened. The big slab of meat pressed down into the mattress like a crowbar, levering his ass up.
He ran his tongue up her cunt lips, tilting his head from side to side and licking each side of her slit separately, then curled it around her love-bud with a fluttering stroke. He knew that Dolly was capable of more than one orgasm, with only a slight rest between, and that that rest would be abbreviated greatly if his tongue were working on her during the hiatus.
She sighed. Then she began to whimper.
Her lush ass started to glide about smoothly as she worked her crotch around in Tony's face. His light strokes altered to heavier slurps as she jammed her twat against his mouth. He flattened his tongue and slid a broad stroke up the length of her gash, then retracted his tongue, parted his lips, and sucked ravenously on her wet, pink hole.
He blew hot breath up her slot.
Dolly moaned.
She was already as horny as if she had not, moments before, had a very satisfactory orgasm.
"Oh, you are cunt-hungry today, aren't you?" she whispered as she raised her ass, tilting her twat against his face. Her back arched and she brought her crotch up like a hairy platter on which a juicy cream pie was being offered and served. Tony cupped her ass in his hands, holding her at that elevated angle, while he long-tongued from asshole to cunt with slow, thrilling strokes. Then he began to move up.
He licked through her tangled pubic hair, his tongue moving like a pink rodent through the coppery forest.
Dolly didn't understand his intentions at first. Thinking that he had got out of her cunt by mistake, she squirmed and lifted and pushed down on his head. She knew that when she was hot, her whole crotch became so saturated with cunt juice that a man could easily make a mistake. He could be licking the crease of her thigh, the crack of her ass, even as far as her belly button, without realizing that he was not, in fact, attending to her cunt directly.
Tony licked on up, against the guidance of her hands, and dipped his tongue into her navel. He probed and licked at that shallow indentation for a moment, then slid up another inch and laved her stomach.
Dolly realized that, juicy as her loins were, Tony was not novice enough to go that far from the mark by accident. He was deliberately moving up into the fucking position. That suited her nicely and she stopped pushing his head down. It pleased her, in fact.
Dolly liked fucking as much, or more, than she did being eaten out and, ideally, she preferred to have the pleasures one after the other, in sequence. She liked to be sucked, then fucked, or vice versa, rather than to be fucked twice in a row or sucked several times in succession. Tony's expressed desire to eat her pussy had led her to believe that he didn't intend to fuck her immediately. Now that she saw that idea had been wrong, she relaxed and sighed with happy expectation.
Tony took his time.
Although his pecker was pounding like a jack hammer, inspired to great passion while it had lay, neglected, as its master gobbled pussy, Tony was in no great haste to commence the satisfaction of that greedy prick. He moved up inch by inch, his tongue blazing the trail up her soft, curvaceous torso. His cock was less patient than Tony. It hammered away against the bed so mightily that it jolted his ass up and down. He shifted his hips. His cock began to rub against Dolly's thigh.
Dolly squealed with joy when she felt that hard, hot plunger against her leg. She rubbed her smooth thigh against it and opened her legs wider. His cockhead was burning a path up the inside of her leg and she gurgled with anticipation as she charted that slow but steady advance, knowing that when his cock reached the top of her leg it would be exactly where she wanted it... at the portals of her cunt.
Tony had reached her tits. He ran his tongue around the bottom of those globes, then up the deep cleavage where the round mounds pressed together of their own weight and size.
His tongue circled around the spheres, mounting towards the peaks, like a car climbing up a winding mountain road.
He began to lick her nipples. Those big nuggets, already stiff and hard, fairly exploded against his tongue. Switching his head back and forth, he took them into his lips in turn, sucking adoringly on the hot bullets.
Dolly held his head in both hands, cupping his cheeks as she arched, pushing her boobs into his face.
He slid up to her throat, kissing and biting lightly. His mouth moved onto hers and they kissed. Her lips parted immediately and his tongue ran into her mouth. She sucked on it, her own tongue twining with his like serpents mating in some moist, dark cavern.
When he withdrew his tongue, her tongue went with it, to be sucked in turn. They swapped tongues back and forth, heads tilting back and forth, faces switching from side to side, lips parted against each other as they panted into one another's mouths.
Tony's dickhead had reached her cunt. The big slab of cockmeat throbbed and pulsated at the opening of her loins, moving in her slot like some great fleshy spoon stirring a carnal stew.
Her greedy pussy was sucking on him, trying to drag him up her hole, as if the nature of her unfilled cunt abhorred a vacuum. The slippery lips caressed his knob with fluid, loving slurps and her vibrant love-bead pulsed against his flaring meat.
"Put... it... in... me..." she whimpered, requesting his dong with words that billowed directly into his mouth.
Tony fed her an inch.
"More!" she wailed.
He slipped the head in. Her cunt began to suck and milk that big wedge of meat hungrily. His long, thick rod stood out between them, like a great rivet bolting his balls to her cunt, coupled but not yet screwed together.
Dolly threw her legs up, hooking her thighs around his haunches and locking her heels behind his taut ass. She began to pull on him with her thighs, dragging him into her crotch.
Her cunt was pulling like a suction pump. Tony poured the pork to her.
He slid the whole huge wad up her creamy gash with one long well oiled stroke, burying his cock to the very root in her hot clutching twat.
Dolly began to fuck. She tippled and vibrated, jolted and jerked, putting her whole body into the effort and dancing under him like a marionette on the string of a mad puppet master, the solitary string of Tony's big dong controlling her movements.
Tony held steady for a moment, letting her squirm about wildly on his pecker. Then he began to plow the prong up her cunt with remorseless strokes.
He fed her a long, under slung stroke, his balls dragging along the mattress as he approached. He shifted his hips and wedged a portion of dork into her from the left, then another from the right.
He raised up, changing the angle, and ran his mighty pecker into her from above, so that the full length slid across her clitoris en route to her womb.
They moved in counterpoint. As Tony slammed in, Dolly pushed her cunt down onto his prong. As he withdrew, she twisted her nimble hips with a rotating motion twat fairly worked his cock as if it had been in a wringer.
Her heels drummed on his ass, her hands clawed at his shoulders, her tongue flailed in his mouth.
The preliminary cunt lapping had brought the horny redhead near the peak. Within moments she started to tremble. Then her cunt melted on his cock.
Tony held back, waiting until Dolly was at the very crest of her climax, her whole supple, well-packed body vibrating as the thrill coursed through her from head to toes, like an electric current that was setting her aflame.
Then he poured his spunk up her hole.
His spermaries had been working overtime -- glad of the extra work in return for the reward of unloading in this sweet pussy -- and although he'd already shot into Charity three times, his cum came boiling out as potently as if he'd been sex-starved and chaste for a month.
Great coils and loops of jism burst into her womb and the girl wailed with joy and writhed on this spurting prong as her cunt creamed around it, their juices blending together and filling her loins to the brim.
Tony sank down onto her soft body and Dolly cradled him in arms and legs.
Tony was thinking that, except for the money, it was not a bad thing to have lost his job. With a girl like Dolly at home, he would not greatly miss naughty little Charity.
Dolly was thinking much the same thing. If only money had not been a problem, they could stay home and fuck and suck all day.
But money was a problem... magnified by gambling debts and threats from loan sharks. She sighed. She guessed she would have to waste time slinging up ham and eggs in a diner, when she would so much rather spend the days slinging up hot pussy on his dong and in his face.
They would have to do something about money... tomorrow.
In the meanwhile, his cock was still up her cunt.
It had diminished slightly but it had not gone completely soft. She moved her hips. That welcome lodger twitched.
Neither of them now employed, they spent the day as people of leisure, with plenty of leisurely fucking.
Chapter Five
Morning came.
Charity Anderson awoke from her usual erotic dreams, with her rubber dick still up her twat and, since it was already in place, she fucked herself to a creamy climax while she was still half-asleep, and half-dreaming. But then, fully awake, she remembered that the big-dicked chauffeur had been dismissed, that no longer could she get him to drive his cock up her carnal highway whenever she got the whim for his services.
Shit, she thought.
Down the hallway, Chastity Anderson awoke in her normal state of frustration. She rubbed her pussy a little but stopped before she had an orgasm. She decided to wait until her lewd twin had gone down to breakfast. She intended to borrow her sister's dildo again.
The poor people, like the rich, also awoke that morning.
Tony and Dolly awoke at the same time and smiled sheepishly at each other when they realized that they had both fallen asleep in the midst of a final fuck the night before. He was still on top of her, his cock was still up her hole and it was still hard. It seemed a shame to waste the position, which they would only have to maneuver into again, so they screwed.
Afterwards, Tony pondered his predicament. He was sitting by the window, trying to figure out what to do about his debts.
Dolly was still on the bed, naked, just in case he got the urge for another fuck.
Tony could see no way out of it. If Dolly got a job immediately, she would not get paid enough to make the payment that was due to the gamblers. Even if he found another job straight off too, it would still be a problem. He didn't think they would take kindly to being stalled yet again. He was worried. He was worried all the time except while he was fucking and, potent as he was, he couldn't fuck every minute of the day.
He wondered if Charity could loan him some money.
He doubted it, especially now that her father had cut off her allowance, but she was the only girl he could think of. He knew she was a selfish bitch and wouldn't do a favor gladly, but her own greed might be turned against her... if he were to get her into a position where she was desperate for some pecker, and then deny it to her until she promised him some money... Well, that just might possibly work. It was worth a try. It would be fun, as well. He decided to telephone her and set up a meeting.
"Honey, I have to go get some cigarettes," he said.
"Okay," Dolly said. "Don't be long."
She winked and rubbed her snatch. It annoyed Tony a bit. Didn't she realize what a terrible predicament he was in? The gamblers had threatened to break his legs if he was late with another payment and all she was thinking of was sex. She probably didn't give a damn if he had broken legs, as long as they didn't break his cock, he thought.
He went on out.
He could just imagine himself in traction, strung up on the bed, helpless, with his arms and legs in plaster casts, while Dolly merrily slid up and down on his dick all day and all night. She'd wind up breaking that, too.
He went to the drugstore on the corner and placed a call to Charity Anderson.
"Oh, I'm so glad you phoned, Tony," Charity said.
"Can I see you today?"
"Sure."
"I guess I better not come there. Can you meet me at the Old Log Inn at noon?"
"Um-hum," she said. "Bring the old log."
"I wouldn't be seen without it."
They rang off.
Charity, humming happily to herself, began to get dressed in order, soon, to get undressed.
On the extension, Chastity quietly hung up. The Old Log Inn, huh? Well, well... if things worked out, maybe she wouldn't have to settle for a used dildo, after all. She, too, began to get dressed, but she didn't dress the way she usually did. She put, on big sunglasses and a large-brimmed hat that shielded most of the top of her face and a curly black wig. She looked in the mirror. She was satisfied that no one would recognize her without a close inspection. Then she carefully drew a heartshaped birthmark on her neck so that, even after she had removed the disguise, no one would recognize her. They would think she was her sister.
She wasn't sure yet how and when she would be able to pull the switch, but she was determined. She fully intended to get some of that big dick that her lewd sister was hogging.
Tony left the phone booth and headed for the door of the drugstore. Through the window he could see the front of his apartment building and, just as he reached the door, he stopped dead. A woman with big tits bumped into him and glowered, but Tony didn't notice those huge pillows cushioning his back.
He had seen three men go into his building. He recognized them. They were King Kelly, the gambler, and two of his largest and ugliest goons...
It's a good thing I'm not home, Tony thought, as he started to sweat. But Dolly was home! Surely, they wouldn't hurt the innocent girl? But they might. It would be abject cowardice on Tony's pan to stay away and let Dolly deal with those frightful villains. He set his jaw in determination. Then it went slack again. Tony had never claimed to be courageous. He decided to let Dolly handle it.
Dolly was still naked on the bed when the door burst open. She looked up, smiling, thinking that her lover had been so horny for her cunt than he'd come running back. Her legs opened. Then she saw the three strangers in the doorway and she closed her legs demurely.
"You must have the wrong apartment," she said.
They were staring at her. But Dolly had never been known for her modesty. Except for her legs together, she made no attempt to conceal her charms. Her cunt was hidden. If they wanted to stare at her tits and pubic mound, so what?
They were ugly fellows, she saw.
The smallest one of the three resembled a weasel. He had a small chin and a trimmed moustache and wore a pinstriped suit with padded shoulders. He had a hand-painted necktie featuring a girl in a bathing suit, rather like a postcard. He wore several rings and a bracelet. This was King Kelly.
The biggest goon was an apelike fellow with a broad brow and a huge chin and big, hairy hands that dangled down almost to his knees. He wore a shapeless suit and had egg stains on the front of his shirt. This was Ike, a strong-arm man.
The other man was tall and thin and had a face as sharp as the blade of an axe. He had a big, thin nose and little, squinty eyes and a scar on his cheek. He looked as evil as he was. This was Frank, a sadist.
Dolly said, "You fellas better get out, my boyfriend will be right back and he wouldn't take kindly to finding three men staring at my tits."
King Kelly grinned and said, "He'll be right back, will he? That's nice to know."
"We'll wait, huh, boss?" Ike said. Dolly scowled. "Who are you?"
Kelly bowed from the waist, mocking a gentlemanly demeanor, saying, "King Kelly, at your service."
"Oh!"
"I'm Ike," said that worthy. "I'm the guy that breaks the legs of deadbeats."
"And I cut 'em. I'm Frank. I like to cut."
Dolly bit her lip. Despite what Tony might think, she didn't want his legs broken. She liked to squat on a guy's dick, all right, but not all day. She liked him to get on top some of the time. She wondered how to get rid of these hoodlums.
She said, "I lied. Tony won't be back until tomorrow."
"Let's wait, anyhow, boss," Ike urged. "I like to look at naked broads."
"I like to cut 'em," Frank said. "Oh, dear," said Dolly. "Has Tony got the money he owes me?"
"I'm afraid not," she said. She didn't want to lie about it, for fear that, thinking he had the money, they would linger. If he didn't have it, there was no reason to stay... or so she thought.
Kelly clicked his tongue.
"I guess we got to break his legs," he said.
"Oh, please don't do that!"
"Or cut his dick off," Frank added.
Dolly blanched.
"I'd rather you broke his legs, if it comes to that," she said. The alternative was unthinkable. As much as she liked having Tony give her head, she wouldn't like it as a steady diet, which would be the limitations forced upon them by a state of dicklessness.
She was so agitated that she forgot to hold her legs together and those shapely limbs moved back into their normal position -- which was wide apart.
The three villains gazed at her juicy snatch. "Maybe we can work something out," Kelly said.
"Oh, I hope so!"
"Collect some interest while we're here."
"I don't have a penny," she said.
"You got a cunt, though?"
Dolly blinked. She looked down at her crotch and her eyes widened as if she had just discovered that, yes, indeed, she did have a cunt.
"How about it?" the gambler asked.
"You mean...?"
"That's right... you give the three of us some pussy and we won't break his legs until tomorrow."
"Gee, I don't know..."
"Aw, I'd rather cut his dick off than fuck his girl," Frank said, petulantly. He had been looking forward to using his blade on the deadbeat's dong, or at least terrifying the man by threatening to sever it. He looked glum. "Fucking ain't near so much fun as hurting people," he proclaimed.
"You're sick," Kelly snorted.
"Yeah!" Frank said, taking that as the supreme compliment.
Ike said, "That's crazy. I'd rather bury a bone than break one, any day."
"Anyhow, if he ain't got the money tomorrow, it'll be the same thing," said Kelly, to mollify Frank.
"Or else this broad will have to give us pussy every day until he gets the dough," Ike said, showing his preference. Ike hated breaking legs, truth be known. He'd broken plenty because it was the only occupation for which he was suited and a man had to make a living... or else he was a deadbeat and it was lots better to break than be broken. Ike had a delicate nature behind his apelike facade. He always winced when he snapped a thigh and it made him a bit queasy when he heard the bone shatter. But it felt real good when he heard his own bone spurt up a cunt.
Dolly was thinking. She had had plenty of cock in her and she didn't suppose it mattered if she balled these three guys. It would be just three more slices off a cut loaf. But she wasn't sure what Tony would think about it -- if he would be grateful for her sacrifice, or angry. Still, the alternative to the plundering of her cunt was the breaking of his leg, and he was no fool...
"Well?" Kelly asked.
"Gee, I hate to... I don't suppose you could sort of, you know, rape me against my will?"
Frank brightened. "Rape's fun," he said. "If the gal don't want it, it's sort of the same as hurting her, you know?"
"Naw... they throw geezers in jail for rape," Ike said.
"Not if I give you permission to rape," Dolly said.
"It ain't rape, then," said Kelly, slightly confused by the distinction.
"Sure it is," the redhead told him. "It's rape, sure enough, except I can't have you arrested afterwards."
"It's a pretty good offer, boss," Ike said, hopefully.
King Kelly considered it.
"You willing to put it in writing?"
Dolly nodded.
"Okay, that's how we'll do it."
Ike beamed. Kelly and Ike, from locking at the naked girl's obvious charms, had hard-ons. Their dicks were booming frantically in their pants. Frank didn't have a hard-on yet, but his knife was hard as a cock in his pocket.
It looked like a cock, to Dolly's eye. She began to think that maybe this wasn't such a bad way to pay the interest on Tony's debt. She would be getting plenty of hard, hot dick, without having to feel guilty about it or think that she was cheating on Tony. Her practiced eye roved from man to man, seeming to judge their dicks. Ike, she thought, had a whopper. Kelly looked adequate. But she wasn't sure about Frank. His prick looked pretty long but it was thin as a knife blade. Still, what the hell? She shrugged.
She hopped off the bed and moved to the table.
They regarded her juicy ass as she bent over, scribbling the note of permission!
"This okay?" she asked, handing the note to Kelly. He squinted at it, then nodded.
It read: I hereby give King Kelly, Ike and Frank permission to rape me against my will. Signed, Dolly Parker.
Kelly folded it and put it into his pocket. Immune to prosecution, he was ready for pussy.
Dolly stretched out on the bed again.
"Who's first, boss?" Ike eagerly inquired. "I am, being the boss."
"I don't suppose I can slice her a little?" Frank asked.
He sighed. He began to rub his dick to make it hard. He figured he might as well stick something into her; he could always pretend it was a knife. Maybe if he banged it in hard enough, she would squeal!
They began to take off their clothes.
Dolly watched with a certain involved interest. She had a healthy interest in cocks at all times, and a special interest in those which were about to ball her. She curled lithely onto her flank and drew one knee up, resting her chin upon it and clasping her hands over her shin. This position exposed her crotch to the three disrobing men, but that no longer seemed much of a consideration. Since they were going to be fucking her cunt, the logical girl figured it was pointless to shield it from their gaze. Anyhow, she was rather proud of her pussy, which was pink and juicy and frequently complimented by gentlemen.
Dolly was interested to discover that the cocks of the three men reflected their basic styles.
King Kelly had a dapper dick, medium-sized and trim, the sort of cock that would tip its hat to a lady. His balls were small, round and hard as marbles. His pubic patch was so perfectly triangular that he might have had it barbered.
Ike's prick was huge, a gnarled rope of sinew that hung down to his knees like some prehensile simian tail. Fully erect and standing, Dolly figured the knob would stretch up to his breastbone. It was even larger than Tony's rod, she thought, not displeased by the idea at all. His balls were big as cantaloupes, hairy sacs stuffed full of spunk.
Frank had a prick like a knife, a switchblade that snapped alarmingly into a full erection as he fondled the hilt. The knob was sharply tapered, the shaft long and thin. Gripping it by the root, he swished it sideways, like a whip, snapping the knob. Then he jabbed it out like a spear. He was grinning as he gazed at the girl's creamy gash, thinking of it as a red wound... a thing to be stabbed rather than caressed.
King Kelly moved towards the bed, dick foremost.
Ike and Frank moved closer, intent on watching their boss rape the girl.
"I'm second," Ike said.
"I wanna be second," said Frank.
They glared at each other. Kelly did not care who followed him, as long as he was first, and they did not intervene.
But Dolly had an idea.
She was calculating how long it would take the three men to screw her in sequence. Tony had only gone out for cigarettes, she thought, and would probably be back before all three of these hoodlums could get their rocks off in turn and Dolly knew it would be embarrassing if her boyfriend walked in and found her fucking someone. It would be better if she could dispose of them and have them gone before Tony returned. She smiled and said, "Instead of arguing about it, why don't you all have me at once? We can have a cluster fuck."
"Aw, you're twat ain't that big, lady," Kelly said.
"Well, I should hope not! But a girl has more holes than one, you know."
Kelly blinked. Then he grinned.
Ike was nodding happily at the thought he might not have to take seconds.
Frank was thrilled. He might manage to hurt this girl yet, he thought.
"I'll have her asshole," he said.
To his disgust, she didn't seem at all distressed by the idea. Still, if he banged it up her ass with sufficient vigor, he might make her, uncomfortable.
"Errr... how will we work this?" Kelly asked. He figured it might get complicated and he wanted to get the positioning just right. The last thing he needed was a dick mistakenly shoved up his asshole.
But Dolly could choreograph a cluster fuck skillfully. She reached out and folded her hand around Kelly's shapely pecker and drew him onto the bed. He stretched out on his back and Dolly threw her knee across his hips, straddling him. His cockhead nestled into her snatch but she did not put it in yet; she wanted to get everyone positioned first.
She motioned to Frank.
He knelt behind her, his cock rubbing against the cheeks of her trim ass. She reached back and fitted his knob into her tight asshole.
Then she got a handful of Ike's huge balls and pulled him into position in front of her.
His huge prick stuck out towards her face.
She eyed that massive slab of cockmeat and licked her lips. Her mouth was watering for a taste of that big dick.
It's a good thing that Tony can't see me now, she thought.
But Tony, on the fire escape, saw it all.
He had sneaked around to the back of the building and gone up the fire escape. He had no definite plan in mind but, although he was terrified of Kelly and his goons, he couldn't let Dolly handle them alone. Tie didn't think they would take their vengeance out on the innocent girl, but if they did.
He peeked in the window and blinked in amazement.
Dolly had just positioned the three men around her and was pausing for a moment, wriggling about to get comfortable, before the four-way act commenced. She did not, Tony thought, look at all distressed by the position she was in. In fact... she looked as if she was enjoying it!
Surely they were forcing her.
But it sure looked like she was in charge.
Tony gave her the benefit of the doubt, figuring that she was going to pleasure these men to save him from a beating. He wondered if he should courageously rush in and stop it.
Then Dolly giggled.
"It's fun, getting raped," she said.
Tony sighed as he settled down to watch.
Chapter Six
Dolly had designed the four-way structure like a skilled architect blueprinting a building.
Now, like a carpenter, she began to drive the nails home.
She worked the cocks into her various holes one at a time, so that she was able to concentrate on each individual thrill as a dick stuffed her hot flesh, rather than being overwhelmed by all three at once, like a human pincushion.
She slipped Kelly's cockhead into her cunt and slowly pushed down on it, flipping her hips out and taking him inch by inch up her snatch until his dapper dick was buried to the hilt and her wet cunt lips were stuck against his belly like a limpet to a rock. She wriggled about on his rampant dong, getting comfortable.
Kelly lay still, willing to relax and let the girl set the pace as she hovered over him. He bridged slightly, pushing his cock a bit higher, that was all. Then he sighed as his cock found itself imbedded to the root in her hot gash. This was welcome interest on the debt, he figured. He gazed up happily, watching Dolly's big, firm tits sway above him and her firm, gently rounded belly move in and out over his own lean loins. He also saw Ike's massive sacs swinging back and forth like hairy bells above his upturned face, as that fellow knelt astride his head, and he recoiled slightly, pushing his head back into the bed. Those huge balls looked like sandbags, he thought; Ike could use a set of balls like that to blackjack a guy.
It would never have occurred to Ike to club a fellow over the head with his balls, big as they were, but he often gazed at his prick admiringly and thought that it looked big and hard enough to jimmy a window or pry open a safe. That formidable hunk was sticking out at right angles to his body now, having risen up from its hanging position by slow degrees. It always took Ike a long time to get a hard-on, but that had nothing to do with impotency; it was just that his prick was so massive that it took ages for it to fill with blood. The big tool tensed first, growing fatter and harder while still dangling down between his thighs. Then it came up ponderously, pulsating and throbbing, like some inexorable machine working in low gear. It had come up precisely halfway now, and stuck straight out towards Dolly's face.
Dolly eyed it.
It was a cock like a battering ram, a crowbar, a medieval jousting mace. The huge slab of the knob looked as if it were armored or helmeted and the stalk seemed forged of tempered steel. Dolly sighed longingly. She had never encountered a dick of that magnitude and she wondered if she had made a mistake -- if she should have taken Ike up her cunt and given head to Kelly. She sure would have liked to have that gigantic hunk in her twat... but still, her mouth drooled for it as well. A girl couldn't have everything, she thought, and then grinned at that thought, considering that she was about to have three pricks at the same time, which was about as close to everything as one could get.
She squirmed on Kelly.
His prick throbbed in her twat. They weren't fucking yet. She was just squatting on him, holding him at full penetration, with her nimble pussy clutching and pulling on his rod.
Leaning forward, she pushed her tongue out. Ike groaned, his eyes narrowing. Dolly began to tongue his cockhead with relish.
Ike's big, hairy, loose-jointed body began to tremble, but he didn't move, making no attempt to stuff his meat into her mouth but holding steady, letting her taste his prick at her own leisurely pace.
She laved his bloated knob thoroughly, then slipped her tongue underneath and licked up and down his stalk, tracing along the huge, throbbing vein. She tongued his swollen balls with broad, juicy strokes and came back up to the head again. His whole pecker was coated with a film of saliva now and the cleft was gaping open. Dolly pushed the tip of her pink tongue into the opening, as if she wanted to lick his cum from inside his peckerhead. His cock thundered mightily.
Dolly drew back.
She could tell that it wouldn't take Ike very long to shoot and she decided to let him cool off a bit while she got Frank wedged up her asshole. Although she was eager to drink Ike's cum, she didn't want him to come too soon for two reasons; first, she wanted to enjoy a nice taste of his cockmeat in her mouth before she drank his cream and, second, she had an idea that, if she timed it just right, she would be able to experience the rare thrill of having three cocks shoot in her at the same instant.
She reached behind her ass.
Frank had pulled his knob out of her crack and, holding it by the roots, was slapping the knob against her trim bottom. He tilted his wrist, snapping it like a whip, and the meat cracked as it whacked her. Then he held it like a bludgeon and banged down hard. He knew it wasn't hurting the girl at all, but at least he could pretend that he was beating her to a pulp.
Dolly pushed his hand away and wrapped her own fist around his shaft. She positioned his knob against her asshole once again, holding it firm as she wriggled against it.
Frank grabbed her by the hipbones, hauling her ass back as he shoved his cock forward. There was a moment of resistance; then her ass began to part slowly around his knob. The tip wedged up her asshole, then the whole head. Her ass snapped closed around his stalk, holding his knob inside her. She squirmed back and began to work his whole length up her ass.
Frank's cock was slender and Dolly's asshole was not unaccustomed to being filled with pecker and the resistance was slight. But she was a thoughtful girl. She knew Frank's inclinations and quirks. It didn't hurt at all, but she moaned and gasped and cried, "Oh! It's too big! You're hurting me!"
Frank began to pant and simmer as he believed he was injuring the girl.
He attacked her asshole ferociously, fairly banging his rod into her. He drove the full length in, burying his cockhead into her bowels. Her asshole gripped his stalk firmly and his belly jammed tight to her checks. His balls hung down into her crotch and pressed against King Kelly's sacs which were already there. The two men could feel each other's dongs through the thin partition between her holes, and Dolly, filled with a double dose of dick, was purring happily.
She began to move, fucking and buggering at once. Her slippery twat pulled up Kelly's stalk until only his knob was in her box, then slowly slid back down the rod. As she descended on this cunt load, her asshole pulled up Frank's pecker; as she rose on Kelly's stalk, she took Frank up her ass to the hilt. The two cocks rubbed together as they passed inside her belly, like trains passing in a tunnel. The double friction thrilled the horny girl. She began to alter her movements, so that she was taking both dongs in at the same time, stuffing herself brimful of cockmeat. She swayed back and forth as if riding a rocking horse, filled with cock and with pleasure.
Ike's prick, temporarily ignored, had risen up at a rigid angle just before her face. Dolly gazed adoringly at that potential feast. The knob was so close to her eyes that she turned cross-eyed as her bifocal vision fixed on the big purple slab.
She cupped both hands under his balls. Gripping him by the bloated sac, she drew his cockhead to her face. Her tongue glided over it for a moment as she savored the taste of cockmeat on her tastebuds. Then she fitted her lips to his smoking crown and began to feed him into her mouth.
The knob slipped in; her lips closed in a snug collar around the stalk. His cock was so enormous that she could take only the head into her face. That slab filled her mouth, pressing into her cheeks on both sides, the tip lodged back in her throat. It was not possible to give head in a normal way to a dick of those giant dimensions. Doily found herself unable to bob her head up and down on his stalk.
There was simply no room to put it. The head was too large to slip down her gullet. His huge, vibrant shaft stood out between her lips and his balls, a steel spar bolting them together.
Dolly began to suck steadily on his cockhead. Her lips pulled, her cheeks caressed, her tongue slid around against the underside of the hot mouthful as she lovingly milked that meaty morsel with voracious appetite.
Now the structure was complete; the intricate carnal design was fitted into place like some organic erector set, commencing its abstruse function.
Dolly swayed forward, then settled back. She took a mouthful of dick, a cuntful of cock, an assful of pecker, one at a time and then all at once. She began to gurgle with joy. Her pretty face was transformed into ecstasy and her nubile body began to tingle as the thrill built up, coming from three different areas of sensation and flooding together somewhere deep within her belly.
Kelly ground his hips, screwing up into her twat.
Frank whacked his dong up her asshole vigorously, his face contorted by a grimace as he plowed in.
Ike pumped his cock muscles, causing the mighty knob to flare and swell in her mouth.
Dolly was ready to come.
She struggled to hold back, to wait for the three men so that they could all come together.
Ike seemed nearest to an orgasm so she slowed her oral ministrations, sucking at half pace, as her ass and cunt flew up and down on the dicks stuck up them.
Then Frank started to whimper and Kelly was moaning. The girl could feel their cocks swell alarmingly so she began sucking on Ike furiously.
"Unghhhh!" she gasped, her mouth full of meat.
Cunt juice was pouring from her well filled twat and soaking the double set of balls that were jammed into her crotch.
Her timing had been perfect. The three men poured their jism into her as the same instant. Kelly shot a thick geyser straight up into her cunt, Frank flooded her bowels with hot spunk and Ike exploded in her mouth with a creamy load that overflowed her compressed lips.
Dolly was melting, coming with them. Cunt juice streamed from her pussy and cum poured from her lips. She gulped furiously, swallowing all that she could, while her pussy pulled on Kelly's dong, sucking the jism from him, and her tight asshole worked like a wringer in Frank's ejaculating ass reamer.
Ike's cum ran down her throat, into her belly, as hot as the thrill that was coursing through her; Frank's spunk poured up from the other end, as if to mingle with Ike's wave; Kelly was shooting spurt after spurt into her snatch to blend with her swirling cunt juice as she climaxed.
They seemed to come for an eternity.
Then the men slowed, gasping and panting and drained, as if all their vitality had turned to jism and was spent.
Dolly continued to rock back and forth and weave from side to side and suck steadily, working off the final spasms of her own orgasm while, at the same time, making sure that she had milked every last drop from the three cocks and balls she was servicing.
Then she, too, was still.
She pulled her lips off Ike's peckerhead like a fish tossing out an angler's hook.
His massive dong quivered for a moment, remaining upright, then began to sink and shrink like a punctured balloon.
Frank dragged his slong out of her asshole and gazed at it, disappointed at finding no blood.
Kelly's cock retracted, slipping from her flooded box.
After a moment, Dolly squirmed nimbly out of the cluster and sat on the edge of the bed.
"Golly, that was exciting," she said.
She was so full of cum that she felt lighter than air; she could feel the thick stuff swirling around in her belly and loins.
The hoodlums got up, weak-legged and limp-dicked.
Ike was so drained that he couldn't have broken a leg if he'd had to; Frank was so exhausted that he would have fallen asleep at a lynching; Kelly no longer regretted his unpaid debt.
They began to dress.
Dolly stayed naked, watching them, amused at how completely she had sucked them dry, rather proud of her prowess, in fact, for although the three men were obviously finished, she could have gladly taken on three more.
Kelly tied his hand-painted necktie carefully, saying, "We'll be back tomorrow."
"Err... what if Tony doesn't have the money?"
"Then we'll collect some more interest from you."
"Okay," she said, happily.
It wasn't a bad way to pay off a debt. Dolly was no deadbeat. Her credit was good.
But if Dolly didn't mind gaining Tony some time with her body, Tony, squatting on the fire escape, had serious doubts about the arrangement. He felt terrible, in fact, and cowardly. He had let his girl deal with the gamblers and he felt ashamed of himself. True, it was better if Dolly fucked and sucked than that he suffered broken limbs, but still...
She hadn't seemed to mind, he thought.
But that was probably just a facade. Forced to do such a wicked thing -- for his sake, of course -- she had simply put the best face possible on it.
But that was some pretty good face she had been putting on Ike's pecker and she'd swallowed it, too. Hell, at least she could have spit it out. Well, she was a neat girl; she probably just didn't want cum stains on the bed.
Tony hung his head in abject shame. With his head hanging, he noticed his cock. No matter how he felt about it, his cock was shameless. Inspired by what he'd seen, Tony had an urgent hard-on.
He had trouble going down the fire escape. His cock was so demanding that it got in the way and, twice, he gripped his prick instead of the rungs on the ladder.
As soon as he saw the three hoodlums leave, Tony went in and rushed to the apartment.
"Those nasty men were here, looking for money," Dolly said.
"Errr... what did you tell them?"
"Oh, I sent them away. They said they'd be back tomorrow... but if you don't have the money, maybe you ought to go out and let me deal with them. It's okay. They seem to have a certain amount of respect for a woman."
"They didn't... threaten you or anything?"
"Oh, no."
Dolly looked innocent and demure. She's trying to save my feelings, Tony thought. There was no way he was going to admit that he'd been crouched on the fire escape, watching and not interfering.
Dolly giggled.
"Why, Tony, you have a hard-on," she said.
He managed to grin and said, "Why, sure... I missed you."
She spread out on the bed and her legs opened. Her cunt, he could not help but notice, was flooded with cum and cunt juice. A pang of jealousy gripped him. But jealousy is as good an aphrodisiac as there is. He whipped his trousers off and his dong snapped up like an uncoiling spring.
They certainly hadn't damaged the goods, he thought, as he slipped his pecker up her plundered cunt and poured a rattling good fuck into her.
But Tony was determined that Dolly would not have to service those scoundrels again tomorrow.
One way or another, he was going to come up with some money.
Dolly drifted off into a contented sleep. That was just as good, Tony figured. It saved him making excuses. He showered and dressed again and went off to meet Charity Anderson at the Old Log Inn.
He arrived precisely at noon. She wasn't there yet. He had a drink at the bar and ten minutes later she walked in, wearing a sexy jumpsuit and causing heads to turn all along the bar as she moved down with her nimble hips swiveling.
A moment later, another girl came in. She had dark hair and dark sunglasses and a floppy brimmed hat that concealed the top of her face. She looked vaguely familiar but Tony paid her no attention.
Chastity's disguise was working.
Chapter Seven
"I'm sorry, Tony... I have no money of my own."
Tony sighed. He didn't know if she was telling the truth or not, but she looked honest about it. They had taken a booth by the fireplace so they could talk in private, and hadn't noticed that the disguised twin had slipped quietly into the adjoining booth and was listening with interest.
"Hell, who will I do?" he muttered.
"Well, what about me? With my allowance cut off, my wings are clipped, too. We can meet and fuck in the car... as long as you can afford gas."
"I won't be able to drive with a broken leg, anyhow," he said, glum and morose.
"Boy! I'm going to get even with my father for this. I'll fix him... I'll fuck the garbage collectors!"
"That doesn't help me, any."
Charity looked thoughtful. A gleam came into her eyes.
"I have an idea," she said.
Tony raised his eyebrows.
"Why don't you kidnap me?"
"What?"
"I'm serious. I'm sure my father will pay a ransom for me... especially if he thinks the kidnappers are raping me and making me suck kidnapper dick and all. He probably wouldn't give a damn if they threatened to kill me, but the old bastard couldn't bear the idea of having me raped."
"I don't know..." he said, doubtfully.
"Why not? It's safe enough. I mean, I'll give a phony description to the police. There's no way they'll catch you. And we can split the money."
Tony was getting interested.
"How much you think he'd pay?"
"Oh, a hundred grand, easy."
He got more interested.
"The hard part in kidnapping is figuring a safe way to collect the ransom money," he said.
They thought about that for a while.
Charity said, "I know! You can go to my father and offer to act as a go-between. Daddy doesn't know many commoners, so he'll probably take you up on an offer like that. Let's see... you can pretend that you left something in the garage... some reason to be there when the ransom note is found..."
"It just might work," he said. His face was serious. He was looking for flaws in the plan.
Tony was no hardened criminal. The worst thing he even did in that regard was a bit of illegal gambling or storing gasoline against a shortage. He would never have actually kidnapped anyone. But since the girl was a willing partner and an accomplice in the scheme, it ought to be safe enough. If she, the supposed victim, testified that he had not been the culprit, what jury would indict him? At the worst, if they were both found out, they might get charged with extortion or fraud or something, but not kidnapping. Besides, at best, his problems would be solved. Normally, Tony would not have even considered such an illegal and risky scheme, but now he was desperate. He didn't want a broken leg and he didn't want Dolly fucking and sucking off the interest on that debt day after day, while the principal went unpaid. The idea scared him, but he set his jaw in determination. He had already been a coward that day, lurking silently on the fire escape and doing nothing to save his girlfriend from a triple rape; that, as much as anything, forced his decision.
Slowly, he nodded.
"Let's do it," he said.
Charity clapped her hands together, delighted that she would be getting revenge on her father... and making a tasty profit in the bargain. A girl with fifty thousand dollars to spend would never have to go without pecker. And Chastity, in the next booth, fingered the false birthmark she'd drawn on her throat... and grinned.
They made the arrangements. Tony fetched a sheet of paper from the bar and they composed a ransom note -- a menacing letter, implying that if the money was not paid immediately, the poor girl would be raped with vigor, energy, and remorselessness.
"In the mouth, too," Charity said. "Put that in... that should get Father real shook up, thinking about vile hoodlums slipping dick into my face."
Tony amended the note.
"Prolonged rape, too," she said. Her imagination, always keen in sexual matters, had full reign in this composition. "And say that you'll take photographs of me with dicks in my mouth and send them to the society pages. That's good. Father would rather die than see a picture like that in a newspaper. He'd rather have me sucking goat dick than to have people in the social register know I was being humiliated."
"Shall I put goat dick in, too?"
"Why not?"
"And buggery?"
She nodded. Why hadn't she thought of that?
Tony passed the note over and she read it, nodding. It ought to do the job.
"I'll cut letters out of a newspaper so it can't be traced, like in the films," Tony said.
"Right. Let's see, now... we should have a witness, someone who sees me get grabbed. That will add believability... so he doesn't get suspicious, you know? Suppose I walk down that back road behind the house about four o'clock? The gardener will still be working then. I can scream and he'll see you snatch me. You'd better use a hired car and cover the license plates, I guess. Then we'll drive off, leaving the ransom note on the spot."
Tony frowned.
"But wait... if I snatch you myself, how can I manage to be at the house when the note is discovered?"
"Gee, I never thought of that."
They considered.
"Don't you have a friend who could do it?" she asked.
"I know some villains," he said. "The guy I owe money to, in fact. I suppose I could explain the setup to him. But we'd have to give him a share of the ransom."
"That's okay."
"And... they might really rape you."
Tony was remembering how efficiently the three hoodlums had gang-banged Dolly.
But Charity grinned.
"Why, that's all the better," she said. "I'd love to be raped by criminals!"
Tony was just as glad that he had another girlfriend. He could see that this rich girl was not to be trusted as far as sexual fidelity was concerned.
Charity didn't notice that Tony seemed disturbed by the idea. She was lost in her expectations.
She said, "Don't forget to tell those hoodlums that I don't mind getting raped, okay?"
He sighed and nodded.
It was agreed that Charity would be walking down the garden path at precisely four o'clock and that Tony, using the excuse that he had to get his things from the chauffeur's quarters, would manage to be at the house when the gardener reported the kidnapping. They had a drink to celebrate their plan.
It was one o'clock.
"We'd better get going," he said.
"Oh, there's plenty of time," said Charity, with a meaningful grin. "It won't take me long to get ready to be abducted. Let's go out and fuck in the car."
Fucking had, at the moment, been the furthest thought from Tony's mind. But the naughty nymph reached under the table and placed her hand on his crotch and, sure enough, his big dick began to rise.
He paid the tab and they went out to his car where they had a cramped but successful fuck.
Chastity, in her disguise and looking very sly and excited, left the Old Log Inn, determined to pull the switch and be kidnapped in place of her sister. It was only fair. She knew that she would appreciate being raped by hoodlums a lot more than Charity would. It was, in fact, the stuff of her dreams.
It was a perfect plan.
A kidnapped girl could never be guilt-ridden by what happened during the kidnapping. She could never be blamed if she was forced to suck dick and was raped and buggered, all those wonderful things that Chastity longed to do, while still remaining nominally pure and chaste.
And if they did not rape her nicely enough, she could always have them arrested!
But how could she get her sister out of the way? Driving home, she thought about that. By the time she arrived at the big country house, she had her plan worked out to perfection.
Charity was so thrilled by the prospect before her -- getting kidnapped, raped and ransomed, all three infinitely desirable things -- that she was insatiably horny.
Tony had screwed her in the back seat of his car and she had come twice, but in the confines of the car she had been unable to cavort as liberally as she liked and, despite her orgasms, she was still simmering. She would have liked to drive to some secluded woodland glade where they could perform more freely on a blanket, but there was not enough time. Tony had to contact the villains and make the arrangements for her abduction, and she was not about to endanger that prospect for the sake of screwing one chauffeur on a blanket.
After they finished balling, she licked his dick sparkling clean, kissed him goodbye, and went to her own car. Tony drove off in one direction, Charity in the other. She was squirming in the bucket seat, her crotch like a fiery ember beneath her. She was glad that her car had an automatic transmission. Not having to shift gears, the horny blonde had a free hand and was able to play with her pussy all the way home.
She hiked up her Saks Fifth Avenue skirt and clawed at her cunt and clit and came twice en route.
But a handjob, especially from her own hand, was no more than a tickle to this unquenchable nymph, no more than a preliminary. Instead of satisfying her, even momentarily, a self-induced climax acted as an appetizer, making her hot for more.
She got home at two o'clock.
She went directly to her room and looked through her vast wardrobe, wondering what the well-dressed abductee was wearing this year.
She wasn't sure which would excite the kidnappers the most -- if she dressed like a tramp or like an innocent schoolgirl. She was tempted to wear her old school uniform and put her hair in a ponytail and play the role of the demure child. But then she remembered that Tony would have already told the criminals that she had no objections to being plundered and that knowledge would make her pretense less effective... or, worse, the hoodlums might have daughters of their own and, seeing that their captive was innocent, neglect to rape her. So to be on the safe side, she wore her sexiest clothing. She put on a black garter belt and dark silk stockings but no bra or panties. She wore high-heeled shoes that shaped her calves and turned her ankles nicely. She selected an orange dress that clung to her curves. The hem was short and barely covering her crotch, and the neckline was scooped low, showing her deep, thrusting cleavage.
She looked in the mirror and smiled, satisfied that she looked infinitely rapable.
It was two-thirty.
Damn! She had an hour and a half before they snatched her. Even then it would take them an hour or so to get her to whenever they are taking her, so that meant she would not be getting screwed for at last two and a half hours, an eternity to a girl whose pussy was smoldering.
She decided to fuck herself with her dildo while she waited. No decision could have better suited her sister's scheme.
"Father, I have something to tell you," said Chastity, as she walked into the library where Jonathan Anderson was sipping a cognac and wondering where he had gone wrong in bringing up such a lewd daughter as Charity.
It amazed him. Chastity, brought up in the same manner, had never shown any signs of promiscuity. In fact, he feared that she might turn out to be a frigid old maid. Nor was it hereditary, for his wife was as frigid as they come and had not, in fact, given him a piece of ass for three years.
But he despaired of Charity.
He also got horny thinking about her.
It was normal for the aristocratic gentleman to feel horny, of course, since he was too proper to cheat on his wife and had not, therefore, gotten his wick dipped in three years. And drinking cognac made him hornier than usual.
He was horny now, as he looked up at Chastity's approach, and crossed his legs to hide his hard-on.
"What is it?" he asked.
"I overheard Charity make an assignation."
Anderson groaned. "Not again!"
"I fear so. I heard her... errr... on the telephone. She was talking to that horrid chauffeur that you fired yesterday... I heard the conversation purely by accident, of course... and Charity made plans to meet the man at four o'clock."
Anderson, slightly drunk, morose and horny, gazed balefully at his chaste daughter. Sometimes he thought that she was worse than Charity. A pure prude, he thought. Just like her mother. I pity the man who marries her. At least her sister has some fire in her loins.
"What do you suggest that I do about it?"
"Why, obviously, Father, you must forbid her to leave the house this afternoon. Even lock her in, if necessary. You mustn't allow her to couple with commoners, you know."
He sighed. He got up carefully, keeping his hard-on turned away from his virginal daughter.
"I'll have a word with her," he said.
Wearily, he headed for Charity's bedroom.
He thought to himself, sometimes I wonder if it's worth it... Maybe I should let the girl have her fun. Hell, tramp she may be, but so what? Am I merely taking it out on the girl because I never get a piece of ass?
Anderson was uncertain and agitated as he went down the hallway to Charity's bedroom. He rapped lightly on the door.
Charity did not hear his knock.
She was twisting about happily on her bed, with the big rubber dick stuck up her pussy, and the bed was squeaking and the dildo was squishing and passion was rushing in her ears and she heard nothing else.
He rapped again.
At that precise moment, as the dildo gave her fiery love-bud a particularly pleasant stroke, Charity cried out, "Come!"
She was speaking to her cunt, of course, but Anderson, naturally, assumed that he had been invited into the room.
He pushed the door open and stepped in. He came to a dead halt, gaping. His mouth dropped wide open and his eyes bulged out like hard-boiled eggs.
His cock almost ripped a hole in his trousers.
Charity was on her back, her knees drawn up and her thighs parted. She wore a garter belt and dark stockings, an outfit that had always struck Anderson's fancy, and she was merrily pushing a huge rubber cock up her juicy gash.
Anderson took one step forward, staggering. He was slightly drunk, very horny and... fascinated.
Charity looked at him, surprised. Her hand kept feeding the dildo in and out of her snatch by pure inertia as she stared at her father and he stared back at her.
"My God!" he gasped.
"Father!" she cried.
And then she saw the huge bulge in his pants. "Why, Father..." said the blonde nymph. And she smiled at him.
After a moment, Anderson smiled back. This was not quite what Chastity had had in mind, but it was just as effective as it could be.
Chapter Eight
Jonathan Anderson moved towards the bed with his cock jutting out before him like the prow of a ship and his eyes glued to his daughter's stuffed snatch. He had not even seen a pussy in ages, his wife being modest as well as frigid, and he had never in his life looked upon such a juicy, delectable twat.
Charity pulled the rubber dick halfway out as if she intended to remove it in deference to her father's presence, but then stopped, with the big tool still half up her cunt.
A thick ribbon of cunt juice ran down the rubber stalk.
Her taut, tingling cut pressed against the rod and her hairy cunt lips were unfurled like the petals of a fleshy, pink blossom opening to the morning sun.
"It's your fault, Father..." the girl said.
He blinked. Thoughts of fault and blame were the furthest thing from his mind at the moment.
"If you'd let me fuck men, I wouldn't have to use this horrid rubber dick," she explained.
He nodded slowly. "My fault..." he said, his voice hollow.
"If I had a real cock here, at the moment..."
His eyes flickered up to her face. She was smiling. His gaze went back, compelled, to her crotch.
"But I do have a real cock, don't I?" she said.
Anderson realized that she was returning his gaze in kind. As he stared at her cunt, she gazed at his bulging crotch.
"Why... that would be... incest!" he croaked.
"Ummm... wouldn't it though... and fun, besides."
She flipped up her ass.
Anderson groaned. He rolled his eyes and grated his teeth and the muscles tensed down the long line of his aristocratic jaw. He clenched his fist at his sides and his pecker clenched spasmodically in his pants.
"Shall we?" the depraved girl asked.
Anderson was speechless.
"Let's!" she cried.
There was no way that Jonathan Anderson could tell his daughter that he would fuck her... such words would not form in his vocal cords. If they had, they would have strangled him on the way out. His throat worked. His Adam's apple heaved up and down. He took a deep breath. Then he opened his fly. Actions speak louder than words.
Jonathan Anderson did not think of the consequences, nor did he consider the recriminations of the guilt he might feel after the deed was done. He purposefully avoided any such considerations. He felt as helpless as if he had been hypnotized.
He took his pants off. He lowered his shorts.
His cock was long and fat and of a noble bearing, pleasing to the eye. Charity smiled happily. He unknotted his necktie and removed it and dropped his smoking jacket from his shoulders and unbuttoned his shirt, moving as if in a trance.
Naked, he advanced to the bed.
Charity shifted, making room for him to sit. He sat beside her nimble flank. His cock was thrusting up before his belly and the rubber dick was jutting up from her cunt.
He reached out and wrapped his fist around the hilt, of the dildo and drew it from his daughter's snatch as gently as if he were a doctor removing an arrow from a wound. He tossed it aside. It rolled across the floor, glistening with cunt cream.
"Oh, Father..." she sighed.
"Shhh... this isn't really happening," he said.
He cupped his hand over her temporarily vacant pussy and squeezed that moist crumpet gently.
Charity reached down and folded her hand around the root of his pecker, giving it a slow pump. The knob flared mightily.
Charity leaned down, bending nimbly from the waist, to get a closer look at that paternal prick. Since her face was so dose to it then, she stuck her tongue out and gave it a lick; since it was so tasty, she slipped it into her mouth and began to suck with relish, blowing down the stalk, drooling on the fat rod, savoring the fine flavor and smooth texture languidly.
Anderson stared at her face in profile, watching her cheek draw in as she sucked and her lips peel back as they slipped up and down on his cockhead.
He wondered if a blowjob was as incestuous as a fuck.
But that was beside the point... No matter what he thought about it later, sober and with his balls emptied, there was no way he could stop from screwing her now.
She seemed to be enjoying her suck of dick so greatly that Anderson was envious. He ducked his head down and commenced to tongue her creamy pussy with fluttering strokes that ran all the way up her crotch from asshole to clit.
They squirmed around into the sixty-nine position, the girl balanced on top. She rubbed her sodden snatch in his face and her head bobbed up and down on his dick. She was taking almost all of his cock into her mouth, working her lips down until her chin brushed his balls and her nose nestled in his wiry pubic hair and his big, bloated knob lodged in her gullet. Then she pulled back up, sucking through, every delicious inch of dong, until only the tip remained in her lips. She paused at the top of the stroke, slurping on that meaty slab for a moment, then went back down the towering shaft.
She had never enjoyed a mouthful of prick more than she was enjoying this one. It was her father! It was wicked and depraved and degenerate... and therefore as thrilling as it could be!
At the opposite end of this unholy coupling, Anderson was pushing his tongue as far up the twin's twat as it would reach, licking and laying the inner walls, while his lips fitted to her cunt lips and he sucked steadily on the flooded hole.
His hands cupped her hips. He tilted her ass up as if it were a chalice from which he was draining her precious nectar, gulping greedily from the hairy rim of that carnal cup.
Her cunt, already fucked to whipped cream by the rubber dick, was being drained into his lips. He tongued out mouthfuls of cunt juice and let the savory oil slide back into his parched throat, swallowing it down and finding it better than the rarest cognac.
Charity moaned and her hips darted from side to side, her ass flashing and her back arched.
She came in his fact.
For an instant, as her orgasm tore through her, her head faltered on his dong... but a moment later, as her own thrill passed, the thirsty girl was gulping merrily away on his cock once again, her head falling in a steady rhythm while her lips and tongue and cheeks pulled and massaged up and down his stalk. She was dying for a drink from her daddy's dick.
Anderson was still lapping her pussy, licking up the cunt juice that had eluded his lips and run down her crotch; he began hiking up from the bed, fucking into his daughter's eager face as it descended.
"Come," she sighed. "Come in my mouth, Daddy... Let me swallow your sweet cream..."
Anderson groaned as the thrill knotted in his loins. Suddenly his balls exploded.
Charity's head was buffeted and rocked by the force of his hot ejaculation. His geyser burst forth, whitewashing her tonsils and skimming across the roof of her mouth as it sped back into her throat.
Like a salmon fighting its way upstream to spawn, Charity forced her head down against that rising stream, taking all of his cock into her mouth as it continued to shoot great wads of thick jism down her throat.
She gulped load after load from his cockhead as his long-neglected balls pushed the sweet sap up the tube. Even after the spasms ceased, the cum continued to pour from his cockhead in loops and coils. It was the first time he'd come in a woman in three years and the deluge was titanic, but the greedy, cum-hungry girl slurped up every drop and sucked for more.
When his cock stopped spurting and dripping, she pulled her lips away and tongued it -- and it stayed rampant. Delighted, but not wanting to get her hopes up prematurely, she raised her head and paused for a moment, eyeing his dick. It continued to stand in a hard, meaty tower, even without, benefit of her caressing tongue or massaging lips. It had not diminished in the slightest. It was absolutely as big and as hard as it had been when she'd first slipped it into her mouth.
In fact, if anything, that splendid prick seemed to be growing even larger.
She gurgled with joy, dropping her head and once more laying that smooth knob with her hot tongue. His peckerhead felt like a wad of iron cast in velvet, she thought. She lapped at him for another joyous moment, then rose up. She had already had a mouthful of hot meat and steaming cum. Now it was time for a cuntful of the same wonderful cock.
She drew her crotch away from his upturned face.
Anderson's eyes were closed. He continued to lick at the air for an instant, as if unaware that he had been deprived of that succulent snatch.
By the time he realized that her pussy was no longer in his face, the nimble girl had twisted around and was kneeling over him, astride his thighs, with his dick jutting up in front of her belly as if it were sprouting from her own crotch.
She bent down and ran her tongue up his prick again, tracing along the prominent ventral vein. She rubbed his knob against her soft titties; then she straightened and pushed her belly out so that her wet, parted cunt lips were clutching against the base of his shaft. Her cunt pulsed. Her lips seemed to be kissing the underside of his cock lovingly and tenderly, while her clit, like a small tongue, lapped at him.
She rose up slowly, tightening her trim thighs.
Jonathan watched her hairy cunt slide up his dick, then slip over the top. His cockhead lodged in her slot. She hovered there, like a flagpole sitter atop his tall pole, her whole slender body quivering with expectation. Then she pushed her twat down over his prick like a wet sheath onto a sword.
She pushed down all the way, sheathing him to the hilt in that slippery scabbard. Her cunt lips parted against his belly, gripping the root of his rod like a carnivorous plant starting to devour a succulent, elongated insect.
Holding him inside her to the hilt, she said, "Shall we fuck now, Daddy?"
It was purely rhetorical.
The lust-crazed fellow gasped, then nodded.
As wonderful as her lips and tongue and mouth had felt, that sensation paled beside the thrill of her talented pussy. She started working her cunt muscles, not yet rising and falling on his dork but simply massaging him with those expert, clutching cushions. Her hole closed up his rod in a series of wet rings, running up from the root to the knob, then enveloped that bulging crown in a cushion of seething cunt flesh.
Anderson responded by tightening his cock muscles so that the big plunger swelled and shrunk rhythmically up her twat, going in and out like a lung, or beating like an excited heart. They held that full penetration for a few moments, using only their sexual muscles to fondle each other.
Then Charity began to ride his dick. Her lithe thighs tensed, lifting her up until only his big purple knob was in her, then relaxed, as she slid back down to the hilt of the long wand. She repeated the stroke.
Anderson fell into counterpointal tempo with his daughter, pushing his ass up from the bed as her cunt descended, then screwing back as she pulled up his dong. They moved faster and harder. Her cunt lips were unfurled so widely that they came down over his prick like the canopy of a parachute fluttering to the earth. They sucked at his belly. Her greedy gash seemed to be trying to slurp his balls up inside her, to drag his whole crotch into her twat. She corkscrewed from the waist, rippling down her pussy like a nut winding around a screw. Then she slammed down straight and hard, taking his prick without embellishments into the very depths of her smoldering cunt. She leaned forward so that his rod passed across her cunt, then back so that, looking down his own torso, he could watch his fat dick vanish up her pink hole.
His cock was so swollen flow that it was stuffing her to the brim and spreading her hole wide. It felt like a telephone pole as it transfixed her slender loins... or a cattle prod, shooting electric spasms into her flesh via the conductor of cunt juice through which it slid.
The shameless girl was in ecstasy. The fact that it was her own father who was fucking her added immeasurably to the thrill that his dong was giving her. Seventeen years ago, she had sprung from his loins; now that safety valve of those loins had returned to her own loins and was about to fill her with the same stuff from which she had come.
The thought drove her wild.
"Come! Come!" she wailed. "Oh, shoot that boiling jism up my cunt now!"
He banged up harder and faster, eager to comply.
Charity threw her head back and her tits out. She switched her face from side to side amidst a flowing cascade of golden hair. Her teeth sank into her lower lip, her nostrils flared, her eyes narrowed with pure lust.
She was coming again, her pussy creaming on his cock.
Then he erupted in her, his cum hosing the depths of her twat with a heavy foam. He shot once, twice and yet a third time, each load as powerful as the first, pouring his quicksilver cum into her cream-filled hole with wild abandon.
At last, drained, he lay still. Charity, filled with joy and jism, rocked back and forth on his dick for a few moments. Then she stretched out on top of him and hugged him affectionately.
Anderson waited for the shame to hit him.
It didn't come.
His rational mind told the man that he should be filled with misgivings and remorse... that now that his balls had been emptied regret should rush in to fill the void.
But his rational mind did not hold sway. Fucking his daughter had been so wonderful that already the horny fellow was wondering if he would be able to fuck her again... if this had been a one-shot deal or if they would now work out some sort of permanent arrangement.
He gazed at her face.
She was smiling happily and contentedly. "Maybe... we shouldn't have," he said.
"Don't be silly... I loved it."
"You don't have any... regrets?"
"Oh, sure," she said.
He stared at her, worried.
"I regret that we finished so soon," she said. "I could sure use a lot more of your big dick..."
His pecker, which was still stuck up her gash, began to quiver and tremble as a brand new dose of passion flooded his cock and balls.
"Ooooh," she said, eyes wide, as she felt his dick start to renew itself, rising like some phallic phoenix from the fires of his passion.
Her pussy began to heat again, too.
"Oh, Daddy!" cried the happy girl. "I'm so glad that we're going to be fucking all the time! Why, I'll never have to screw the hired help again!"
Anderson saw that as a definite benefit. He wished that he had thought of it before. Why, he could even justify screwing his daughter when he thought of it that way... that he was simply helping her to remain pure and chaste and not to fuck base-born working men or resort to sordid sessions on a rubber dick...
Ignorant people might think it was incest, but Charity and he knew better!
"Will we... all the time?" he asked.
"Ummm... whenever you want to..."
That was all the time.
Now, for instance. As he turned his daughter gently over onto her back and rolled onto her, belly to belly. His cock was still up her gash, still vibrant with potency, and he began to feed it to her slowly and steadily, the urgency gone now, both of them ready and eager to linger over the joys of some long, slow fucking.
He corkscrewed in.
She pushed her crotch down, meeting his thrust with equal desire and taking his dick far up her hole.
They screwed at that leisurely tempo for a long time. Then they were both climbing towards the heights again and Anderson began to shovel the dong to his daughter like a stoker feeding fuel to a fiery furnace. And dousing those flames, in due course, with yet another load of foam from his fat hose.
She squirmed as he poured his phallic fire piston into her combustible pussy and added her own flammable juices to the heavy and turbulent flood that filled her cunt.
They clung together, waiting for passion to rise once more, intent on fucking the day away.
Somewhere a clock chimed. It was four o'clock.
But Charity had forgotten all about her appointment with the kidnappers.
Chapter Nine
Tony wanted privacy to talk with King Kelly. It was not the sort of scheme one discussed in public. On the other hand though, he didn't want to find himself in some secluded spot where, if the plan did not appeal to them, the hoodlums would be free to give him a beating. Driving back to town, he considered this and decided on the City Park. There were mounted policemen there, mainly to guard against vandalism; it should be fairly safe. He telephoned from a phone booth.
"Hah!" said Kelly, when Tony had identified himself. "I figured you'd come up with the dough, once my boys and I started taking the vigorish off your old lady."
Tony winced. He knew that vigorish was merely a loan shark's word for interest, but the word seemed remarkably dirty when applied to what they'd done to Dolly. He had a flash of those three villains pounding the pork into the girl with vigor.
"Errr... I don't have it, exactly."
"Yeah? Well, tomorrow your girl gets plenty more dick, in that case and when we get our hands on you, you deadbeat."
"But I can get it. Kelly, I have a little scheme going."
"Bullshit!"
"But I need your help."
"A doctor is what you're gonna need."
"It's worth more than I owe you, Kelly, maybe twenty-five grand to you."
Kelly breathed wordlessly down the connection.
"I want to discuss it with you." Kelly paused. "In person?"
"Yes."
"All right. Where?"
"I'll meet you in the park... just by the statue of General Grant on his horse."
"That the one with the pigeon shit on it?" Tony was surprised that King Kelly knew so much about the design of the park.
"That's the one," he said.
"Ten minutes," said Kelly.
Chain smoking nervously, Tony waited on a wooden slat bench. Behind him, General Grant sat astride his rearing horse. Grant's sword was extended, as if to ward off the pigeons that defiled him. But the pigeons kept coming. They kept shitting. This bronze Grant must have known how Lee felt when the Union troops just kept coming. Off to the side, a mounted policeman walked his horse slowly down the bridal path, out of earshot but in sight. The policeman, too, was covered with pigeon shit. But his presence gave Tony confidence. Tony found it amusing that he should welcome the nearness of the law as he set about his illegal scheme.
Plenty of sexy girls strolled past the bench, hips swinging, all ass and tits and elaborate hair, but Tony was so nervous that he didn't even get a hard-on.
Then King Kelly and his two strong-arm men came walking over the grass.
Tony lighted yet another cigarette and waited. They walked up to the bench. Ike was looking at his legs and Frank was looking at his dick but Kelly looked him in the eye.
"Sit down," said Tony. Then he told them of his plan.
"It sounds good, kid," said Kelly, "as long as you're giving it to me straight... that the broad is willing."
"Absolutely."
"Let me get it right, now. All we got to do is pick her up. She comes willingly, but she gives a yell so the gardener thinks she's been snatched. Then you make the ransom arrangements, so we got no worries about getting nabbed when we make the pick-up."
"Yeah it sounds pretty good." Tony sighed.
"We'll do it," Kelly said.
Frank looked glum, his sadistic pleasure curtailed.
Ike, whose pleasures were of a different nature, said, "Can we rape the broad?"
Tony paused. Then he shrugged. What the hell, there was no point in deceiving them about that, for nymphomanical Charity would soon enough make her availability known.
"Yeah," he said. "She's counting on it."
"This sounds better and better," said King Kelly.
The four men left the park together. Dapper King Kelly had birdshit on his hat.
"Okay, she'll come walking down that path in about fifteen minutes," Tony said, as he pointed out the spot where they could snatch Charity in sight of the gardener-witness. "You wait here. I'll go on up to the house now, so that I'll be there when the ransom note is found and can offer to be the go-between."
Kelly nodded.
Tony got back in his own car and drove back down the road to approach the house from the other side of the grounds. As he drove up the broad driveway, he saw Charity leave by the front door and head for the garden.
At least, he thought it was Charity.
At five minutes to four, Chastity thought, well, my little plan worked like a dream. Father's still in Charity's room. He must be giving her hell!
In fact, he was giving her cock, but the effect was the same on Chastity's deception.
Chastity was wearing a cotton dress and walking boots. For the first time in her life, she wore no panties or bra. There was no point in complicating things, she figured.
She left the house and saw Tony's car approaching, but ignored it. Boy! Is he in for a surprise, she thought.
And I am in for some cock!
The big black sedan pulled up alongside the walking girl. She ignored it. The back door opened and a huge, apelike man got out. He took her arm.
"What on earth are you doing?" she said, frostily.
"Cut the shit, sister," he rasped. "These are private grounds, you base-born scoundrel! Get your filthy hands off me!"
Ike dragged her into the back of the car.
Chastity screamed loudly and the gardener raised his head in surprise. Kelly tossed the ransom note out of the window and the car moved off.
Up at the house, Tony rang the front doorbell.
The gardener came down to the path, looking bemused. Plants, he knew; flowers he knew. He could deal with earthworms and beetles and fertilizer... but he didn't know anything about kidnappings. He stood, rubbing his red neck and watching the big black car vanish down the road. Then he found the note.
Although she was eager to get fucked, Chastity was still Chastity. She struggled in the back of the car as violently as if she had not known what to expect. She had to put up a fight to preserve her own self-image, of course. Although she was drooling for the dicks of these vile creatures, she could never have let on that she wanted them. She had to play her role.
"Release me this instant!" she cried.
She slapped Ike across the face.
Frank giggled, thinking, That must have hurt.
"Shut up, bitch," Ike snarled.
She was between Ike and Frank in the back seat, twisting violently. For a slim young girl, she was strong and sinewy, having spent long hours on the tennis courts and in the swimming pool as a means of sublimating her frustrated lust. They were having a hard time holding her.
Chastity got excited now. She was almost forgetting that this was only play-acting as she struggled. Then she remembered what a girl was supposed to do if a rapist grabbed her. She was supposed to squeeze them by the balls.
Chastity smiled. She had never grabbed a man by the balls in her life. It was far too shameful a thing for a chaste young lady to do. But in this case, squeezing in combat rather than passion, it was perfectly acceptable.
Fully justified, Chastity reached down with both hands. She grabbed Frank's balls in one hand and got a firm grip on Ike's big sacs with the other.
"Oh, Jesus, lady... don't do that!" Frank howled.
Chastity squeezed.
But she squeezed very gently. She intended to hurt them, of course, but somehow all that strength she had displayed earlier had failed her. Her hands caressed them gently. Chastity felt their balls swell in her hands and, above those balls, dicks began to harden.
This was strange. Men were supposed to scream and faint when their balls were crushed, but her efforts seemed ineffective. Perhaps she had gotten it wrong. Maybe a girl was supposed to grab their cocks instead of their balls, when fighting furiously to defend her virtue.
Her hands moved up onto their pricks.
Frank's dick was slender and she couldn't get much of a grip on it through his trousers, but Ike had a whopper.
Chastity decided to concentrate on Ike.
With a prick like that, he was obviously the biggest threat to her virginity and she knew she had better put him out of the fight first.
She began playing with his dick with both hands, fingering the swollen knob and running her palm up and down the stout, iron-hard rod.
Ike groaned deeply. It sounded suspiciously like a moan of pleasure, but Chastity knew that was impossible. It simply had to be a whimper of agony.
Encouraged, she stroked his cock harder and faster.
But still the man did not faint.
What was she doing wrong? Maybe because his pants were made of a heavy material, it was cushioning her grip. That sounded logical. She decided that she would have to get hold of his bare, unprotected pecker in order to make him submit.
She opened his fly.
Chastity had never opened a man's fly before, but she knew instinctively how to go about it; she pulled the zipper down and dipped her hand in. She gasped as she touched his naked, writhing weapon -- her first feel of prick!
She hauled out his dong.
Frank had started to stroke the insides of her thighs, his hands moving up. Chastity parted her legs. It was just as well to let him occupy himself with her pussy, she thought, so that he would not realize that she was wringing his companion into surrender. He rubbed her cunt. She tilted her ass up, so that he could get at it easily.
Frank grinned, realizing she wore no panties. He began to push his middle finger in and out of her wet hole.
"She's a raver, boss," he grunted.
Kelly glanced in the rear-view mirror.
"I'm fighting!" Chastity explained.
She was staring down at Ike's massive dork. It sprouted out of his open fly like a tree, she thought. The man must have to hire a gardener to tend the roots and a tree surgeon whenever he got a dose of clap.
She folded one small fist around the thick stalk. Her fingers could barely span it. She began to pump slowly up and down, while she fingered his cockhead with her other hand. She tightened her grip, frigging him steadily. But it had no effect on him. Chastity understood why her attack was failing... a cock that huge would be invulnerable to a normal girl's feeble strength.
Her hands simply were too weak to squeeze him into submission. Whatever could she do?
She smiled fiendishly.
She would bite him!
The girl lowered her face to his smoking peckerhead. She paused, only an inch above his knob, savoring the expectation of her first taste of cockmeat.
Ike sighed happily.
She figured that he had realized she intended to bite him and was sighing with resignation. Then she slipped his giant cockhead into her mouth.
Chastity forgot to bite.
The moment her mouth was filled with that delicious slab of meat, she started sucking with gusto, just as if she'd been sucking dicks all her life. Her cheeks drew in and her tongue flashed back and forth against the underside of his fat dickhead. She was fairly inhaling it.
Frank had started using three fingers on her gash now, pushing them up that slippery hole to the knuckles. Her hips darted about and her belly danced. Her loins thrust forward and then drew back as she worked her pussy around on his hand. She was amazed at how nice it felt to have someone else's fingers up her cunt. It had never felt nearly as good when she fingerfucked herself.
But at the moment, as much as she was enjoying having her cunt frigged, she was more interested in the huge cock that was throbbing in her mouth.
She adored it!
She loved the taste and the texture and the way the big slab flared as she pulled on it with her lips and pulsated when her nimble tongue slurped over it.
Her head bobbed up and down, she took as much of the massive rod into her mouth as she possibly could, gagging as the hot tip filled her throat.
Ike rested a broad hand on the back of her head, pushing down as he fucked up into her face.
Her lips were stretched widely around his bulk as she rose up, they turned nearly inside out. She went down again, filling her gullet with meat. Suddenly a trickle of jism ran out onto her tongue. Her eyes snapped wide open in shock. She let that sluggish drop run over her tastebuds, then slide down her throat. The instant she tasted that preliminary hint of the feast to come, the cock-starved girl went wild. Her head began to fly up and down like a cylinder on his piston-dong, slurping and sucking through every blessed inch. Her tongue folded into a pathway over which his peckerhead rose en route to her throat.
"Lady, you're gonna get a drink..." Ike rasped.
"Oh, no!" she wailed, just like Brier Rabbit pleading against the briar patch. "Oh, don't come in my mouth."
Then she pushed her mouth back down his cock.
"Unghhh..." she gasped, as her gullet filled.
Ike howled like a demented wolf. His hips slammed upwards, driving his dick into her mouth.
Suddenly her mouth was full of cum.
Chastity gulped down the savory juice as fast as she could, making room for more, as he blew a second great creamy wad into her throat.
Ike sank back on the seat.
Chastity followed him down, sucking furiously as she milked his cock and balls to the very dregs. His dick began to diminish in her mouth.
But as it grew smaller, the greedy girl, awakened to the joy of sucking cock, merely stuffed more of the softening root into her mouth. Maybe if she continued to suck, it would get big and hard again... Maybe she could drink another load of jism from the same fantastic prick.
Dimly, she became aware that the other fellow had hauled out his dong and, kneeling on the floor, was trying to push it into her crotch. The knob bumped against her thigh. She opened her legs wider and pushed her ass to the edge of the seat.
Frank fitted his cockhead to her twat and pushed. Her cunt lips parted; his dick vanished up that virginal hole.
He began to fuck her with jerky strokes.
Chastity smiled around her mouthful of cockmeat. She felt very clever.
She had perfected the ideal way to prevent rape. If she sucked them dry and opened her legs to them all, they would surely have, no energy left, afterwards, with which to force their way upon her!
Chapter Ten
The maid let Tony in.
He waited in the hallway while she went to summon Anderson. The maid returned in a few minutes, looking shocked. She had found the master fucking his daughter. But Tony didn't know that and the maid, knowing her place, was not about to tell him.
A minute later Anderson and one of his daughters came down the broad staircase.
They were walking hip to hip and he had his hand cupped over her ass. If Tony hadn't known better, the way her hemline was being dragged up, he would have suspected that Anderson had his fingers dipped into the girl's crotch from behind. But that, of course, was impossible.
"What is it?" Anderson asked, a bit annoyed at having his incestuous interlude interrupted.
"I wanted to fetch my things from the garage, sir."
The girl was staring at him. She seemed to be trying to remember something but her memory had become clouded by all the lovely orgasms she'd had on her father's dong. Something had slipped her mind.
"Yes, yes... by all means... why disturb me?"
Then the gardener rushed in.
"A terrible thing has happened!" he cried, panting from his run. Like a plant or a tree, he was normally stationary. Now he handed Anderson the ransom note. Anderson looked annoyed, for he was right-handed and, taking the note automatically in his dextral way, he had absent-mindedly removed his wet fingers from his daughter's juicy box. Now that he had discovered the joys of that snatch, he hated to neglect it.
He read the note.
"My God! Chastity's been kidnapped!" he cried.
"Charity, you mean," Tony said.
The girl remembered then.
"No, Chastity," she said.
Tony gaped at her. He saw the birthmark on her neck.
"This is terrible," Anderson said.
"It sure is," said Charity.
Tony was staring at her, looking horrified.
"I forgot," she told him. "Daddy and I started fucking, and it completely slipped my mind."
"My God!" Tony wailed. "How could you?"
"Fuck Daddy? Oh, it was easy. He found me using my rubber dick and he had a hard-on and, you know."
"Errr... a bit of discretion, dearest," said Anderson.
"I meant... how could you forget?" Tony said. "I know you'll fuck anyone, but how could you forget our plan?"
The gardener, hearing that sexy Charity would fuck anyone, pricked up his ears. Maybe she would even fuck a gardener.
"What plan? Is there something I fail to comprehend?" said Anderson, frowning.
"Maybe you'd better dismiss the gardener, Daddy..."
"Back to your plants, my man!"
The gardener left.
"Now, then... what's this all about?" Anderson demanded.
Charity, looking very contrite, said, "I was mad at you, Daddy. That was before you were so nice to me and fucked me and let me suck you off and everything and... well, Tony and I had a plan to get even with you..."
Tony staggered against the wall, white as a ghost.
Charity, eyes cast down, told her father what she and the ex-chauffeur had planned.
Amazingly, when she had finished, Anderson chuckled.
"So they kidnapped the wrong girl! How droll!"
Tony said, "But you don't understand, sir. They intend to rape her, as well. That wouldn't have mattered, if it had been Charity, because she wanted it... But your other daughter is a virginal prude who will not take kindly to being plundered."
"Nonsense," said Anderson.
He looked fondly at Charity. She snuggled up to him and his hand slipped into her crotch once more. He was still holding the ransom note. The paper crinkled as it crumpled into her crotch, then stopped crinkling as that creamy cunt soaked it.
Anderson said, "It will no doubt do the prudish little bitch a power of good. My own ideas on sex were mistakes... but that was before Charity and I found we had so much in common. Now... well, you say they do not intend to hurt her... merely to fuck her. A fine idea. Perhaps Chastity will turn out as wonderful as Charity, once she's had some cock."
Tony was stunned. He just stood there, gaping like a goldfish, as Anderson fondled Charity's cunt.
Anderson said, "Be a good fellow and run along now, will you, Tony? My daughter and I have some more fucking to do."
"And sucking, too," Charity added.
Anderson chuckled. He was wondering if he might come to some sort of sexual arrangement with Chastity, too, once she'd been broken in and knew the pleasures of sex. He would love to get his two sexy twin daughters in bed together.
They turned towards the stairs. Her skirt was hiked up over his forearm as he dipped his hand in under her ass cheeks and fingered her snatch. He looked over his shoulder.
"Oh, you might tell those abductor fellas to send her home when they've had enough," he said.
Then father and daughter, hip to hip, went up the stairs.
Tony was so shocked and stunned that he couldn't move for a few minutes. Then he went out to his car. He felt tremendously guilty. He had never liked Chastity, but he certainly didn't want to be responsible for the defloweration of a virgin. Maybe, if he hurried, he could rescue her before the villains raped her.
He drove off fast.
But he was far too late.
King Kelly had a mistress whom he kept in a cottage in the country and they had decided to keep the kidnapped girl there until the ransom was paid and fetched.
They were there now.
Chastity was tied to a chair.
They hadn't intended to tie her up, seeing no need for it, but the girl had insisted. It was part of the game. So they bound her hands behind the back of the chair.
But they left her legs free and open. As soon as she was on the chair, she said, "Hurry up and fuck me, before you get the idea to rape me."
That baffled them somewhat, not knowing the way the girl's mind worked.
And it enraged Kelly's mistress, a sultry, dark-haired gun moll named Belinda.
"If you think you're going to rape that poor girl in my house, King Kelly, you are sadly mistaken!" she said.
Kelly was terrified of his mistress. He looked sheepish and said, "Certainly not, dearest."
"Get out of here right now," she said.
The three hoodlums left the room.
The moment they were gone, Belinda's face changed. The outrage faded away and she smiled as she walked up to the helpless blonde.
"Did they hurt you, honey?" she asked. "Oh, not at all. The big fellow came in my mouth and the thin one shot in my cunt but they didn't hurt me. Your boyfriend was driving the car and he never so much as laid a hand on me... not even a feel of tit."
"That's just as well for him. If he cheats on me, I'll have his balls for breakfast." She was regarding the girl speculatively. She said, "I'd better just make sure that Frank didn't hurt your pussy, honey. Sometimes he sneaks his knife up a gal's cunt instead of his dick."
That frightened Chastity, she opened her legs so that the kind gun moll could inspect her twat.
Belinda knelt down on the carpet and very gently spread Chastity's cunt lips open with her fingertips. Her head lowered, she looked at the blonde girl's pussy from close range.
"Naw, there's no damage," she said. "Your cunt looks just fine honey."
"Thank heavens for that."
"In fact, it looks so fine that I think I'm going to have to see how it tastes."
Belinda looked up, smiling, at Chastity's face.
Chastity was stunned.
"But... we're both women..." she gasped.
"Um-hum." Belinda was licking her lips. "You mean... you like to do that?"
"Honey, cunt is yummy," said Belinda. "You don't mind?"
Chastity thought for a moment. Then she grinned. She didn't mind at all.
After all, bound and helpless, what could the poor, innocent girl do to resist?
Belinda lowered her sultry, lust-contorted face to Chastity's soaking snatch. She used only the tip of her tongue at first, licking lightly up the girl's inflamed cunt lips and laying her turbulent cunt. Chastity began to tremble.
"Like it?" Belinda asked.
"Ooooh! I love it!"
Encouraged, Belinda began to push her hot tongue as far up the girl's greedy gash as she could, twisting it around inside that taut tunnel. Fitting her lips to Chastity's cunt lips, she began to suck with a steady rhythm. Her mouth opened wide, clamping over the girl's whole box, as she mouthed and tongued merrily away on the hairy crumpet.
Chastity whimpered; she came with a heavy, ivory flood that poured over Belinda's lips and onto her tongue and ran back into her cunt hungry mouth.
Belinda got up, daintily wiping her mouth.
"You really like doing that, huh?" Chastity asked.
"Ummm... I'd just as soon eat out a cunt as suck a cock, any day cunts are tastier."
"I'd never do a perverted thing like that," Chastity said.
"You don't have to, honey."
"Unless I was tied up... and helpless and some sexy, sultry woman pushed her pussy in my face against my will," Chastity added, with an impish gleam in her eye.
"Oh," said Belinda.
Belinda dropped her soaking panties and lifted her dress. She stood in front of Chastity, straddling the girl's thighs, and pushed her belly out. Despite her protests of "Oh no! Never!" Chastity pushed her tongue out and was already lapping madly at the air even before Belinda shoved her pussy into her face.
At the very first taste of cunt, Chastity knew that she had discovered a joy that she'd never even dreamed of. Although she had no experience in the tonguing of pussy, she needed none. It came as naturally to her as nursing to a baby. Her tongue flared and fluttered and her lips sucked and pulled. Belinda pressed closer, pushing her sodden crotch into the blonde's face and squirming her ass and hips about. Her lean thighs began to tremble. Her belly danced slowly from side to side.
"Oh... I'm gonna cream..." she gasped.
Chastity whimpered with anticipation and sucked like a sump pump and gurgled with joy as the sultry gun moll's hairy cunt melted in her ravenous mouth.
She sucked every last drop of that precious cream from Belinda's fiery cunt and longed for more.
"You ain't so innocent, honey," said Belinda.
"I certainly am!" said Chastity. "It's just that I'm tied up and helpless and if you were to let those men come in and stick their dicks in me, there's nothing I could do to prevent it."
Belinda regarded her.
Belinda felt so kindly towards this young girl who had given her both head and cunt that she didn't want to deprive her.
"Come on back in, boys!" she called.
King Kelly, who had not yet had any part of Chastity, fucked her first. He knelt on the floor, between her thighs, and fed his dapper dick to her pussy with steady, corkscrewing strokes. Chastity's cunt, deprived for ages, began to learn the ropes. That hot, wet hole pulled and sucked and milked on his pecker, wringing the joy-juice from him.
He blew a creamy wad into her twat.
No sooner had he moved aside than Ike took his place. Ike's dong had already been in her mouth but he had not yet broached her snatch. It was so large that he had trouble working the fat knob past her cuntlips. He shoved while Chastity, simmering and desperate to be stuffed with that huge weapon, squirmed and wriggled. "It won't fit!" she cried, in terrible frustration.
But Belinda and Kelly came to her aid. They each seized her by an ankle and began to pull her crotch down onto Ike's massive rod as if tugging a tight boot onto a foot. Inch by inch, his prong slithered up her tight but willing hole. He gave a powerful lunge and his dong buried itself to the hilt.
Chastity looked down at her belly. Her cunt was stuffed so full of dick that she half expected to see the contours of his huge cock outlined in a furrow up the outside of her stomach.
He began to hump.
At first, so tightly was he lodged in her, he merely shifted her slender ass back and forth on his rod, but then her cunt adjusted to his bulk. He began to slide in and out on a lubricating film of cunt juice.
"Oh, I'm so helpless!" she wailed.
The three unoccupied kidnappers looked at her.
"I couldn't stop you if you stuck cocks in my mouth and in both hands and up my ass and... ohhhh!"
They moved in.
Frank used his knife to cut the ropes that were restricting her hands and, no sooner were her arms free than the horny blonde took a cock in either hand. Frank put his knife away. He would have no further use for it with this girl, he saw. He stood on one side of the chair and Kelly stood on the other and Chastity began to jerk them both off, with the heads of their cocks aimed directly at her face.
She pulled them closer.
A fat cockhead nuzzled into her cheeks on both sides. She turned her face from side to side and tongued both peckerheads in turn, alternating between them, laying one and then the other, then she pulled them closer yet, so that the tips of their pricks touched together just in front of her mouth.
Both cockheads were dripping.
The cum bubbled together and dripped down onto her heaving tits and thrashing belly.
Chastity slid her tongue out like a shelf and let both cockheads rest upon it. She began to lap at the underside of those bloated slabs. She kissed them, both together then she opened her mouth wide and her lips parted around the double dickload. She began sucking on those succulent knobs with relish. She was drooling. Saliva mingled with spunk and ran down her chin.
Ike continued to grind his meat up her gash.
Belinda, horny again, hovered in the background, waiting for an opening, a chance to get a mouth on her cunt or a cunt in her mouth, whichever.
Chastity's hands were still pumping, adding manual assistance to her oral efforts as she hungrily sought to fill her month with a double dose of jism at the precise moment that Ike poured his load into her steaming cunt.
That was when Tony burst in.
He stopped just inside the door, appalled.
Belinda, finding that a spare cock had entered the room, knelt in front of him, whipped it out and, although it was still soft, commenced to suck it up to a fine erection.
Tony was scarcely aware that there was a woman sucking his dick; he was staring at the cluster of writhing flesh surrounding the captive twin.
His mouth hung open.
Chastity's moth hung open, too, but in her case there was a good reason for it, since two big cockheads were pushed into the opening.
Then they all came.
Ike howled and spilled his cream into her pussy, his big body jerking with spasms of ecstasy.
Frank and Kelly shot in her mouth, simultaneously, their heavy geysers hosing in from opposite sides, criss-crossing over her tongue and splashing into her cheeks. Her mouth overflowed with cum and saliva; she sucked ravenously.
She milked them dry and gobbled up every drop.
Then they all looked at Tony, except for Belinda, whose eyes were closed as she sucked on his tasty prick.
