Hot pants twins - erotic stories, sex tales



There is something about adolescence that encourages young people to try the unknown, the forbidden. The illicit, the taboo, seem more attractive somehow. Maybe this is because most young people feel their rights have been infringed upon for long enough, and flow is the time for them to "do their own thing". Or perhaps is strictly a biological phenomenon.

This is the story of two young twin sisters who dare to try the unknown. Candy and Mandy are teenage girls trying to find themselves, trying to find out what makes their budding bodies tick, trying to find out what life is really about. Like many young people, they often learn valuable lessons the hard way.

HOT PANTS TWINS is a story about a time everyone must face, the fragile moment between childhood and maturity. It is a frightening and confusing time, but one which holds lessons which will remain for a lifetime.



CHAPTER ONE

"Oh, ohhhh, it's so hard, your cock is like steel, it's so damned hard in my cunt!" came the words. Shocked, Candy Taylor lowered her gaze and looked around her back yard. There was no one in sight. She furrowed her young brow and stood, brushing off the grass from her tight denims.

She had come out into the yard to look at the meteor shower. It wasn't the best of the year, but a meteor ripped through the atmosphere every other minute, almost twice the normal frequency. And the meteors she did see were all a lot brighter than the ones normally seen.

But those sounds...

Candy began walking around the yard, letting the cool breeze caress her trim, supple young body. She was only eighteen but already the first blush of full womanhood was on her. With her tits impudently thrusting forward in front of her chest, she would have made any red blooded man turn and look twice. That she wasn't wearing a bra was immediately apparent by the tiny mushrooms of her nipples pressing hard and round into her tee-shirt.

If a good set of knockers was all she had to mention, a lot of men wouldn't have given her that second, more appraising look she deserved. She moved with liquid grace and had more than a nice pair of boobs. Her ass flared out and filled her tight jeans nicely. The gentle sway of her ass as she moved was enough to give a statue a hard-on. Her legs were trim and graceful as a colt's. The entire package was delightful, from the top of her jet black haired head, past the pale oval of her perfectly sculpted features, to her flaring tits, to her trim waist and ample ass, and all the way down her gorgeous legs.

She was one hell of a fine looking teenaged girl-woman.

Glancing aloft again for a moment, she saw a green meteor. This removed, the sighs of pleasure she'd heard from her mind. She watched the night sky for a few more minutes, growing more and mote excited over the spectacular meteors she'd seen.

The moans came again, louder than before. And she could make out the words. "You great big fucker! Your cock's so big and swollen in my cunt! I can hardly stand it! Ummmm, no, no! Don't stop fucking me! Give me all that sweet, screwing cock of yours! Up my cunt!"

The words shocked her. Nice people didn't use words like that. They were naughty, even dirty. She heaved a deep sigh which made her tits bobble around enticingly, then went to investigate. The teenager wasn't going to allow any filthy pervert to use her family's backyard for depraved activities. Ever since the police had started hassling the kids necking up at Point Milan overlooking the city, the local high school crowd had been seeking new places to carry on.

Candy firmly decided that they weren't going to do any of their depraved things around here!

She went to the back of the lot and tried to hone in on the sounds. The words had become muffled, indistinct and she wasn't able to tell where they came from. She heard rustling in the bushes and turned to see what was happening there. All she could see were two sets of bare feet poking out from underneath the low green shrub.

Candy started to say something when she heard the girl's voice again, plain as day. "Jesus Christ, Mark, that cock is super! I love the way it feels in my cunt. Driving hard, fucking me, making me come alive!"

It wasn't the words that made the girl feel woozy and like passing out. She recognized the girl saying them. She edged closer to the bushes where the two were fucking and saw perfectly into the tiny spot behind the shrubs.

She might have been staring into a mirror. The girl pinned to the ground under the teenaged stud's body was her identical twin. Mandy's face was contorted in the age old rictus of a woman getting one hell of a good fucking. She was lying flat on her back and had her slender legs pulled up tightly into her body. Her knees rubbed the sides of the boy's body as he drove his cock into her tight, seething hot cunt.

Candy swallowed hard. She had always known that Mandy put out for anything with a cock. She hadn't realized it was literally true. Mark wasn't the worst guy in the school, but his reputation! She shuddered just thinking about what all her friends said about Mark.

"Ummm," had sighed one of her best friends. "I've heard that Mark's made it with every single one of the cheerleaders."

"Not Jenny, too!" exclaimed another of her friends. "Jenny said she was going to be a virgin when she married."

"Maybe she'll be a virgin up the ass, but not her pussy! I saw them fucking under the stadium last week!"

Candy had let the girls go on with their gossip, wondering if all the terrible things they said were true. Now that she could see the way Mark was fucking her sister, she guessed they were true.

The girl wanted to break and run, to get away from this obscene act going on in the bushes. But something pinned her to the spot. Her feet felt as if lead weights had been added. Her legs refused to move. Her arms even seemed to be frozen. But her eyes darted around, taking in every single act of this lewd play.

She hunkered down and peered through the thin screen of the greenery. She had a perfect picture of a cunt being split wide apart by a fucking cock. The teenager swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly cottony and dry. The pussy lips fluttered wildly, obscenely, and then lewdly kissed the boy's incoming prick.

The purple knob on the end of the cock was already gleaming with cunt oils. She saw the youth run his prick up and down the liquid gash for a moment, then reinsert his cock into the girl's cunt hole. Candy couldn't believe she was witnessing anything this dirty.

But the words!

"Shit, Mandy," Mark was saying, "This is the Goddamnedest, tightest, wettest hole I ever fucked. How do you keep your cunt so fucking tight?"

"I save it for you, lover!" her sister cried. Her hips thrashed around in obvious arousal. Candy didn't understand what it was about this horrible act that made normally sane people go off the deep end. Her sister was something of a slut, by Candy's standards, but she was a sensible person. There wasn't any way of denying that Mandy was really turned on by the cock shooting deep and demanding into her cunt.

"So biiig inside meeeee!" she cried. "That fucking prick of yours is a monster. And I love every Goddamn inch of it! Don't ever waste your time beating off, Mark. Come and fuck meeee! I want all that cock I can get!"

She watched as her twin sister's movements turned jerky and spasmodic. She writhed around and then started shoving her pussy hard into the boy's incoming cock.

"Fuck me more!" the girl screamed. The ring of her cries filled Candy's ears so much she had to clap her hands over her ears. She couldn't get the thought out of her mind that Mandy was being raped. But it couldn't be rape, not with her begging for more cock all the time.

She watched as the prick shot balls deep into the juicy twat. Cunt oils leaked out around the thick plug of prick and squirted down the thrashing girl's legs. She doubled up and locked her legs about Mark's waist. This pulled her pussy mound even more firmly into his crotch.

Candy couldn't stand it any more. She turned away. But the cries rang in her head, echoing so much she had to look back.

The youth had straightened and drove his steely prick directly into the girl's cunt. The lewd sucking noise that filled the air told the spying twin how much vacuum was being formed inside her sister's twat. She didn't believe such a thing was possible without somebody getting hurt. But the passionate moans coming from Mandy's lips told of pleasure, not pain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She succeeded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I got my second wind."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She licked.

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

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

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

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

She wasn't Candy any longer, she was Mandy. Wanton, wild Mandy who spread for any guy. The linger in her pussy turned into a real cock and it was fucking her, just like Mark fucked Mandy a few feet away.

"Oh, Mark, Mark darling, your prick is filling me with liquid fire! Ride me, ride me hard!"

"Shit, baby, I'm fucking as hard as I can now! Your pussy is sucking me in like a vacuum cleaner! It's great!"

But he did fuck harder, faster, deeper. Her legs went around his waist again, and her ankles locked firmly behind his back. This pulled him that extra half inch up her cunt every time his powerful body pistoned into her snatch. He didn't simply ram in and stay there, though. He hesitated after sending his cock full length into her humid, demanding pussy. And he ground his bush into hers, stimulating both of them even more.

Her clit was long and hard now, easily stimulated by his erotic stirrings. His sweat dampened pubic fur dragged erotically all over her cunt. She felt new bolts of desire ripping into her tender body. His cock pulsed strongly, manfully inside her tight sheath of pussy. And then he retreated. She came.

He fucked back into her seething inferno of gripping cunt flesh. She came again. His hips moved in a broad circle, his crotch pressing down hard into her pubic bone. She came again and again and again.

The cries filled the night air and Candy felt herself shivering with ill-suppressed desire. She hardly understood what the feelings were inside her own body. The girl knew this wasn't anything she had felt before. There had been hints when Tony had walked by her, but nothing so intense that she couldn't control it.

This was ripping her apart inside.

She shuddered and moaned softly and bit her lower lip to keep the cries in her throat. Candy made trapped animal noises and then sobbed. She removed her hand from her snatch and zipped up her jeans, guilty that she had done anything so depraved. In the bushes, Mark and Mandy still fucked like rabbits. She saw the boy's huge cock part those pussy lips and plunge deeply into the gulping twat.

Then he arched his back and yelled out something she didn't understand. He wasn't even coherent. She could tell by the way his balls pumped hard that he was coming. His fiery sperm and semen flooded into her twin sister's eagerly awaiting pussy.

Candy didn't know, but she thought Mandy might have come again. She watched the couple in the bushes until Mark rolled off Mandy and said softly, "You're one hell of a fine lay. Any time, girl, any time and I'll be there."

"You'll come any time?" teased Mandy.

"I'll come any time I can fuck you like that!"

They both laughed at the crude joke and held each other, playing with each other's bodies. Candy felt the lump forming in her stomach. She was a little sick about what had happened. She went into the house to find some medicine that would quell the churning stomach -- and maybe slow down the dribbling of fuck juices from her own cunt.

CHAPTER TWO

Candy was miserable. She laid on her small bed and stared at the ceiling, remembering in vivid detail all she had seen and heard out in the backyard. She couldn't believe Mandy would do such a thing so near the house. Something about it made Candy even more uptight, though.

She had enjoyed watching her sister and Mark fucking. The sight of that meaty prick driving hard between the blushing cunt lips had set her own liner fires ablaze. Her hand drifted down to the fleecy mound of her pussy and idly stroked across it. The feelings began to mount again. She sighed. Her fingers worked between the thick flaps of her labia and stroked. In less than a minute, her cunt lips were well-greased by the thin flow of her love sauce.

She began to sob silently. This couldn't happen to her. She was a good girl and shouldn't feel such evil sensations in her body. The girl's entire religious training told her it was wrong to go to bed with a man until she was married. Yet she had watched her sister fucking her brains out and she had wanted to be there on the ground instead of Mandy, her legs spread wide, her pussy obscenely drooling while the heavy prick shot all the way up into her belly.

She had wanted it!

Her fingers worked more insistently on her pussy, making it churn and turn out more oils. She smeared them all over her snatch, then found the tiny bud of her clit. Sometimes she could feel so good after fingering this pea-sized organ. She wondered if this might be one of those times.

The clit wasn't too large. She coaxed it from its sheath of protective flesh until she could stroke over the tip of the pointy organ. Her fingers worked around the base and curled until they tightened on the clit. Squeezing lightly, she slid to the very tip.

The thrill that blasted through her body wasn't to be denied. She gasped, felt her tits begin to heave up and down and her heart race faster. The teenager couldn't stop herself. She fingered her clit until the tensions in her belly were at a peak. She lightly pressed into the very tip of the sensitive go-button and that was it.

She came.

It was about the same intensity of the come she'd had outside while she spied on Mandy and Mark fucking. It was enough to let her know that the potential for a lot more enjoyment was locked up inside her, but it wasn't enough to take the edge off the horniness she felt.

And it was horniness. Candy could hardly admit it, even to herself, but that was the gnawing, empty feeling she had in her pussy. When she saw Tony walking, her eyes following his every movement, she felt this way. The girl wondered if she might be able to rob her body of all its torturing ways if she masturbated while she looked at Tony. That might burn out all her circuits and rob her forever of this awful feeling.

She felt so damned guilty she was sure she would burn in hell forever. It had to be a sin to touch herself like that. It felt good so it had to be a big sin.

"Hi, Sis," came Mandy's jaunty voice. "What's new in your dull world?"

"What's new in yours?" Candy asked, her voice bitter.

"So, the meek little thing has a set of teeth, eh? Not much new with me. Mark and I were out in the backyard fucking. That's all."

"I know," she said, her voice hardly loud enough for even her to hear.

Mandy went on, as if she hadn't heard. "Yeah, it was really super out there. The lights in the sky -- what did you call them? Yeah, meteors. Lit up the whole sky. I saw a lot of them while I was out there."

"Out there on your back with your legs spread wide for Mark!" blurted Candy, hating herself for being so nasty.

"So? Were you watching?" Mandy could tell by the shocked expression on Candy's face that was exactly what had happened. "So the little girl gets her first vision of being a grownup. Fantastic. What did you think of Mark's fucking?"

Candy pulled the sheets up around her neck. She was too conscious of her own body and its responses as she thought back to the scene in the backyard. Her cunt was beginning to ache again. And the flow of her juices was starting up. She didn't want it to happen, but it did. She had to hide this from her sister at all costs.

She was a good girl. Mandy wasn't. She would misunderstand.

"So you didn't know how good he was, eh? I'll tell you how good Mark is. Damned good."

"Don't use language like that Mandy," chided Candy, hoping to stem the tide of description sure to follow.

Mandy paid her twin sister no heed and ploughed on. "A damn fine fucker. He used his tongue all over my tit's until I could hardly stand it. He teased my nipples with just the tip of his pink, pointy tongue and then ran his hands up and down my legs. But not like you might think. He grabbed my left leg just above the knee and slowly -- oh sweet Jesus -- ever so slow almost to my pussy."

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

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

It did.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You..." Words failed Candy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's filthy!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

More!

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

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

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

And it felt so damned good!

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

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

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

It did.

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

One incestuous sister tongue raping the other!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

CHAPTER THREE

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

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

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

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

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

She was disgusted.

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

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

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

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

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

"Is there anything wrong?"

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

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

Secretly.

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

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

The man's cock jerked hard at the last sentence. Candy frowned, wondering if she'd said anything wrong. Then she shoved it from her mind. She had to go and study. Which was what she did most afternoons after school. She would have liked to hang around with her friends or maybe even talk to some of the boys, but she was too shy for that. And boys always wanted just one thing -- Mandy might put out but she wouldn't.

She was a good girl.

"Okay, I'd appreciate it if you would find her for me. And tell her to... to hurry!"

Candy turned and walked off. Mr. Marrick licked suddenly dry lips as he saw the pert wiggle of her ass. The way her tits bobbed around in front of her chest and turned him on, too. True, she was wearing a bra and that was what told him it was Candy and not Mandy, but such tits! Not another chick in this entire Goddamn school had a set of jugs like those! He loved the idea of cupping those boobs and lifting, feeling their pendulous weight hot against his palms. The idea of burying his face between those luscious mounds of tit flesh and actually licking and kissing them was more than he could take. He moved back toward his now deserted classroom to await Mandy. His prick told him it had better be soon.

Candy went toward the stadium, not really sure why. She knew that the football tryouts weren't until tomorrow. Then the place would be packed with prospective football players and all the chicks coming out to try for cheerleader.

Candy wished she wasn't quite so shy. She would have enjoyed being a cheerleader. Being out in front of all the students, everyone's eyes on her as she jumped and danced around, that would be great. But she was too self-conscious to ever do a thing like that. Mandy was more the type. And Mandy hated the cheerleaders with a vengeance.

Candy figured it was because they presented competition for her. She didn't have full run of the football team when she was competing against ten sexy cheerleaders dressed in skimpy costumes. Candy sat on the edge of one of the hard wooden benches and closed her eyes, thinking how nice it would be to be out there leading her class in a few of the school cheers.

To leap, her unbra'd tits fluttering in front of her body. She sighed and pressed her hand into the front of her sweater. The hammering of her heart underneath her hand surprised her. She hadn't realized she was this keyed up. And over what?

She didn't know.

What had happened to her the night before hadn't been that bad. Her pussy was still intact. Mandy hadn't robbed her of her virginity. That would have been intolerable. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she had enjoyed the feel of her twin sister's tongue moving all over her cunt lips. The thought of the sensations in her body then made her cunt begin to ooze out its thin juices now.

She sighed and tried to remember what it was like when she was peeping on Mark and Mandy fucking. The thrill in her body had been one she had never felt before. It wasn't even like the feelings Mandy had generated when she had tongue fucked her ass and cunt. It was kinky.

Candy's sharp ears picked up a sound which was all too familiar to her. Mandy's voice echoed over the deserted field. And the words were those she would expect from Mandy's mouth.

"Fuck me, you great big stud! I want to feel your huge prick in my poor little pussy, fucking hard!"

Candy turned and her eyes searched through the empty stands. Finally, she saw two dots in the top row of the stadium. She recognized Mandy's sweater. The stud with her was someone she had never seen before. Candy didn't have to be any mental genius to guess what was going on. Mandy had incited the youth to fuck her in plain view of anyone passing by. That the stadium was almost empty didn't matter.

It was the idea of someone possibly seeing them fuck that would get Mandy super hot and ready to screw anything with a cock.

Candy tiredly stood and started up the long series of steps leading to the top. She had to tell Mandy that Mr. Marrick wanted to see her. She had probably flunked another test.

Candy shook her head when that thought hit her. Mandy was smart enough and she didn't flunk that many tests. And somehow, the girl managed to get at least as good a grade in most classes as Candy. Candy didn't understand that since she studied so much harder than Mandy, but she just put it down to being all the time in the shadow of the more outgoing girl.

She reached the top flight and neither Mandy nor the guy with her had seen her. Candy stood for a moment, watching them. The same feelings she'd experienced the night before hit her -- hard. The twitchings in her cunt returned to really torment her now. The thin juice oozing from her pussy began to flow out with a steadily increasing river down the insides of her legs. This tickled and aroused her in ways she couldn't put into words.

She could see every detail of the fucking. She knew she should either call out to Mandy that Mr. Marrick wanted to see her or turn and leave. Those were the only two things she should do.

The teenager felt the paralysis of the prior night return. She could only stand and watch and listen to the goings on.

"Fuck me, you fool!" came Mandy's lewd demand.

"Shit, babe, I never saw a pussy as pretty as yours before!"

"Cunts aren't pretty, you stinking liar. They're only pretty when they have a cock buried balls deep in them. Make mine pretty, damn you!"

He laughed at her. His bare ass gleamed in the bright fall sun. Candy could see every hair on that ass. She could even see the hairy bag containing his balls swinging back and forth between his legs. It wasn't until he turned that she was able to see his cock. The girl gasped in amazement.

This wasn't a cock, it was a fucking flag pole! It was so impossibly long, she wondered if he might not ram it all into Mandy's cunt and have it come out her mouth.

It was at least eight inches long. While it wasn't thick, it was slender and long and hard. But long! She felt the flow of her own juices increase as she imagined what it would be like with that pussy pleaser buried all the way up into her cunt.

It would touch her cervix and dig deep for her womb. That would be a fucking! Then she realized the illicit thoughts running through her mind. Candy blushed, although there was no one to see her embarrassment. She had been thinking like Mandy was acting. That was wrong.

But that cock!

"I need it in me all the way!" Mandy moaned. She was lying on her back, her legs on either side of the hard wooden seats. Her crotch was still hidden by her skirt. But the youth between her legs lifted the skirt and revealed the ebony black fur of her pussy mound so that even Candy could see what was happening. The light glinted off the dewdrops of her cunt fluids. The beads in her bush were silent testimony to her arousal.

The teenager looked at her gaping cunt lips with ill concealed glee. He licked his lips and said, "Do you want me to eat you out?"

"Shit, man, what's with you! I want that cock stuffed all the way up my cunt. I want you to fuck me! Christ, be a man!"

Candy felt even more embarrassment. Her twin sister was urging this guy to be a man and his prick was hard and only inches away from her cunt lips. Did she realize what he might do to her?

Candy knew then that Mandy realized in full. She wanted him to fuck her. And he did. His hands slipped down and cupped her pert asscheeks. He lifted her buttocks off the wooden bench just enough to get her pussy into position. With one long, swooping stroke, he shoved his prick all the way up her twat.

They both gasped in unison.

But the effect on the spying Candy was even more intense. She felt her own cunt convulse as if that lone spike of hard manmeat had gone all the way to her navel. She moaned and limply collapsed to one of the hard wooden benches. She felt the split boards pinch her ass but this only intensified the feelings in her body.

The sight of that entire cock vanishing up her sister's twat made Candy realize that she might be wrong, that Mandy night be the one who was right. What fun did she really have in life? The idea that she had been on the wrong course all this time appalled her. She was so sure she was right. She didn't want to dare eternal damnation, but wasn't she living through a hell of her own right now by denying that her body needed all the things Mandy was giving hers?

Candy saw the youth begin to pull out of the tightly gripping pussy. The cock came free, silvery in the sunlight from the cunt juices that had coated it. The lewd sucking noise told the intense suction generated inside the cunt. The cockhead must form an impossibly tight seal with the pussy walls. She shuddered at the thought of what that must be like for Mandy.

Candy let her fingers drop down and sneak up under her skirt. She pressed her fingers hard into the crotch of her panties. They were wet with lust. She couldn't take her eyes off her sister or the stud fucking her. She tried to match the rhythm of the fucking with her own fingers.

Every time that impossibly long cock snaked up into the wetly demanding cunt, she drove her own fingers into her cunt. It had long since ceased being enough for one finger, she had added another. Now she added a third finger to fully spread her cunt lips and make her feel as if a real cock fucked her.

She remembered the vibrator and the fluttery feelings it had caused inside her twat. Like millions of berserk butterflies, it had caressed and stimulated and given her pleasure even though her mind had tried to refuse it. She could no longer deny what was happening to her body.

It was adult and had adult demands to make of her. She would have to come to grips with this or go through life a stunted, twisted human being. She could see there was nothing wrong with lying back and spreading her legs for a guy. Mandy did it all the time and Mandy enjoyed the hell out of it. The feelings in her body were thousands of times more intense than anything.

"Not enough," complained Mandy. "You're not fucking me right." She reached up and gripped the youth's shoulders. With a motion too quick for Candy to see, her sister had pulled the teenager down and dropped him onto his back on a lower set of seats. She ended up straddling his waist, his prick driving upward at the sky and penetrating her pussy.

She straightened and the youth groaned as his prick was bent even more at a right angle from his crotch. "Now I'm going to show you what this sex-hungry bitch can really do," Mandy declared.

She began fucking herself. Slowly at first, to make sure she wasn't going to let his cock slip out of her pussy, then with increasing speed as she got the tempo down right. She rose up almost to the end of his cock. Candy could see only the bulbous tip remaining inside those clutching cunt lips. The rest of his cock was out in the air, cooling as the whistling wind caressed it.

Then she dropped, gravity doing all the work.

Candy gasped as she saw the look on her twin's face. The impact of that cock all the way up into her twat must have been fantastic. For a moment, Candy envied her, then she got around to hating her again.

That could be her fucking herself, not Mandy. She deserved some of the action. Her sister had always been the outgoing one, the dominant one. The ordeal she'd put her sister through the night before with the vibrator told of who was in command between them. Candy hated Mandy even more.

Seeing her enjoying this fucking made matters even worse. She was getting all the prick she could take and Candy sat alone, watching getting everything second hand and diluted.

But her joy had to come vicariously through Mandy. She hated her even more when that thought penetrated her mind.

"Love it," came the boy's voice. "Love it to death. My cock is so warm inside that tight sheath of your cunt!"

"Shit, it's got to be hot or it's no goooood!" cried Mandy. Her hips exploded in a frenzy of self-fucking. She rose and fell even faster, the cock shooting into her pussy like a rocket taking off from Cape Canaveral. Then she rose and used her pussy muscles to try and hold it inside her clinging pussy. This got them both even hotter.

"You're pulling my cock from its roots!"

"I wish I could! I'd love to have it inside my twat all the time!" And she gripped down still tighter. The effort shone on her face, the sweat starting to pour down, she brushed it away.

And still she fucked harder.

Her muscles tried vainly to keep the prick all the way up her pussy. She felt the walls clutch like fingers in a velvet glove around the virile prick inside her. Once, she thought she could lift him entirely off the bench by his cock. But her own bodily secretions betrayed her. The slippery fuck fluids allowed his prick to slip away from her. But the effort aroused them both even more.

"My cock is on fire!"

"You think you're hot," gasped Mandy, "my pussy is burning up. Your prick is setting it ablaze with desire. I can't get enough of it!"

She tried to show him how true that was by fucking herself even faster. Bending forward allowed her to ram her hips down with even more force into his crotch. She felt the crinkly bush rub all over her clit. When her snatch was pulled taut with the cock inside her pussy, her clit stood firmly at attention. His bush rubbing over the end of her clitoris was enough to get her off.

And it did. Twice.

She didn't slow down. If anything, with the flood of her cunt oils while she was coming, she fucked herself even faster. His prick shot in and out of her like a piston. The steady rhythm caused her passions to mount steadily inside. She knew the friction of the fucking would get her off again.

And it did.

It also caused the youth's prick to explode like a stick of dynamite buried inside her. They were both coming, riding each other hard. Her hips levered up and down on his spike of man-hard cock until she couldn't take any more. She actually gave out before his bludgeon of cockflesh started to melt inside her.

Mandy collapsed forward and kissed him full on the lips. "That was super," she said.

Candy couldn't hear what the boy replied. She guessed it was something lewd by the way Mandy laughed. Candy's fingers were drenched with her own fuck juices. They had also started to cramp from the rapid movements in and out of her own pussy. Somehow, the excitement she'd felt hadn't been anywhere near that shown by Mandy. Unless her twin were a superb actress, Candy knew she hadn't felt a tenth of the pleasure Mandy had.

She hated her even more for that. If only she could get over her shyness and come out of her shell, she might get some of that delectable looking cock. The idea frightened her and at the same time turned her on more than anything else ever had.

A germ of an idea began to grow in her mind. Candy smiled and looked at Mandy, crouched down in front of the teenager's prick, beginning to suck and lick it clean of jism. She would show her cock sucking twin sister!

Candy knew how to get what she wanted. It was so simple she wondered why it hadn't occurred to her years before. She rose, straightened her dress and went down the steps of the stadium.

CHAPTER FOUR

Candy's hands shook as she went through Mandy's dresser looking for one of her sister's blouses with the proper monogram. She finally found it and held it up. She knew it would fit, that was one of the advantages of having a twin sister.

She put it on and smoothed out the wrinkles. Looking at herself in the mirror, she was unable to guess how anyone would tell she wasn't Mandy. They looked alike and most people had never bothered to check out the tiny details that made them distinctive human beings. Mandy was the aggressive twin and Candy submissive. That was the single fact that stuck in people's minds. If Candy could give them a hint of being Mandy and show some forcefulness of her own, she thought she might be able to pass for her sister.

Most twins go through the stage where they try to confuse boyfriends or even family. She and Mandy never had. Mandy would never go along with it. If she did something she should be punished for, which was often, she took her licks. She didn't want her mousy sister being a martyr. And Candy had never liked the idea of being punished for anything her sister did. That was the big drive in most twins to switch identities.

Candy knew she could make this work. No one ever thought in terms of them pretending to be one another. She could walk right up to any of the real studs in school and proposition them like she'd heard Mandy do a hundred times and they would jump through hoops to get into her pants, just as they did for Mandy.

Candy went to school wondering who she should try first. She felt all fluttery inside. This was something brand new for her. She didn't know if she really wanted to go though with it or not, but she knew she would try. The idea of succeeding and having one of the guys want to ball her might be enough for her. She would have shown to herself that she was a desirable woman and could come out of her sister's shadow.

And if anything went wrong, it would be Mandy who would get the blame for being a cock teaser. Candy had nothing to lose. Who in their right mind would ever think she would have the nerve to do such a thing?

While she was wondering who to proposition, Tony walked by. She sucked in her breath and momentarily felt a thrill throughout her belly. Even her pussy began to stir at the sight of his easy, arrogant walk, the way he held his head high, the slight sneer on his lips. He was macho. He was the one she was going to try to seduce first.

"Tony!" she called out. She hesitated as he turned. What now?

"Hey, babe, what can I do you out of?"

She smiled weakly and then said, "I was thinking maybe, well, you and I, we could sort of go off and..." Candy realized she was blowing it badly. This wasn't the cool, easy approach Mandy would use. She was too nervous, too uptight over Tony.

"Yeah?"

"Maybe we could go off and watch the football team practice."

"So?"

"Maybe I could watch you practice. On me."

"What are you, a tackling dummy? Buzz off, babe, I got things to do besides waste my time with you." He walked off, his lightly muscled ass swinging in just the right way to twist the knife of his refusal in Candy's gut.

She felt like crying. She had put on Mandy's blouse so that everyone would know who she was, and then she had blown it by acting like Candy. The girl was distraught and felt like dying. But she had talked to Tony. She had gotten up the nerve. She'd never even gotten that far before.

Candy felt like homemade shit after her attempt, though. She had thought it would be so easy to disguise herself as her twin. Candy didn't know if her sister had ever fucked Tony or not. She guessed Mandy had, she seemed to have gotten the cock of everyone worth getting in the entire school.

The girl walked dejectedly toward the door when she heard a conspiratorial hiss. She turned and saw Mr. Marrick motioning to her. She went over and asked, "What can I do for you, Mr. Marrick?"

"Christ on a crutch girl, you're asking what? After yesterday when you didn't come around? Didn't that dip shit sister of yours ever find you?"

Candy bristled. She realized that Mr. Marrick was referring to her. He thought she was Mandy. But before she could set him straight, a thought intruded in her mind. What was this mysterious rendezvous that Mandy had failed to keep with the teacher?

She'd find out and then she would have a nifty little tidbit of gossip. It might not be anything more than a failed test, but right now, even that would be something.

"She never found me," Candy said.

"Shit."

The word shocked her. It must have shown on her face because the teacher said, "Get that sweet ass of yours into the room. You know what I wanted yesterday. It's the same thing I want right now!"

She cast a furtive glance at his crotch and saw the bulge there. There couldn't be any doubt what the man was talking about. The thought made her feel a little dizzy. Mandy was balling one of her teachers! And now Mr. Marrick had confused them and she had the chance to fuck with him! The idea burned brightly in her skull. She had a wild infatuation with Tony. To have his cock pressing between her legs would be heaven -- she thought.

But to do it with Mr. Marrick!

The girl's mind raced. Should she? The man was so mature, so worldly, so handsome! He would know everything about fucking. He had to, he was an adult and she almost worshipped the ground he walked on. All the other girls did, too. Most of them talked about wanting to see his prick, to suck his cock, to have it shoved all the way up into their quivery cunts, but to do it!

Candy hesitated. She had thought up the wild scheme of posing as Mandy just to build up her ego. She knew that it wasn't appearance that set the two of them apart, they were identical twins. Identical in all ways except two. Personality was a major difference.

And Candy was a virgin.

Should she lose her virginity just to see if Mr. Marrick was the kind of man she thought he was? Could she really rob a future husband of the honor of taking her cherry just to see how good a lover Mr. Marrick was?

It was that confusion that did her in Mr.

Marrick grabbed her arm and jerked her into his classroom. He slammed the door and she suddenly felt cut off from reality. They were alone in the room with little chance anyone would come along and disturb them.

The translucent glass in the door prevented anyone from looking in and the chance of anyone peeping in through the windows looking out over the school yard was nil. They were as alone as if they were in Mr. Marrick's apartment, the doors locked, and the blinds drawn.

"God, I've been thinking, about you so much, Mandy," he said, his hands like steel bands on her upper arms. "I've been so Goddamn horny I can't stand it any more. How do you want it today?"

Candy didn't know if this confusion of sisters had gone far enough or not. She was more than a little curious about the exact relationship between her twin sister and the teacher. Obviously, they had been lovers for some time. The man presumed on a long standing relationship to make a statement like that.

"Why don't you tell me all the ways we've made it before. And let me choose one of them," Candy said, in a moment's brilliant insight. She could get the entire story from his lips and feed her own desires to know more about fucking. In spite of the revulsion she felt towards fucking, she was curious to know what it was that attracted so many people. She couldn't really guess, being so ignorant on the subject.

"What is this?" he demanded. He sighed and perched his firm ass on the corner of his desk, the bulge at his crotch growing every time she glanced at it. "I get it," he said. "You want to get hot like you did the second time we balled. Or was it the third?"

"All of them," Candy answered, hoping he wasn't trying to trap her into admitting she wasn't who he thought she was. She was getting paranoid about this whole idea of hers. She didn't know what Mr. Marrick might do to her if he discovered the truth.

He sighed, closed his eyes and then opened them again, staring straight at her. "The first time, you sucked me off. The next time, I fucked you while we were at the pep rally. Remember that?"

Candy did remember the odd looks on Mandy's face during the rally. This explained why she had been jumping around so much. She nodded and smiled in what she hoped was both an encouraging and a positively lewd manner. It seemed to encourage the man to go on.

"I fucked your armpit during the basketball game. Then we went down into the boys' locker room and fucked just before the team came in. The next time was on the field trip. In the museum behind the statues. And then we made it on the bus coming back when we..."

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

And it worked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She was dead wrong. This turned her on.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She got it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Forgotten pain was something to haunt her later. Now all she wanted was more cock, cock fucking her newly reamed pussy.

"More," she moaned. "Fuck me some more!"

The words made her pussy convulse. She had actually said one of the dirty words she thought turned her off. It didn't turn her off at all. It turned her into a sex-crazed bitch wanting even more cock fucking her. Her ass ground in a circular motion. This caused his prick to stir around in her carnal cauldron of cunt like a spoon in a bowl.

"Christ on a crutch, I can't take much more of that. I've been too horny for, too long," he grunted.

He began fucking her pussy with long, steady strokes. She felt the friction between his cockhead and her cunt walls mount. She was burning up inside. The girl thrashed around, trying to cram her ass back into the man's cock to get even more of it into her body.

He grunted and then his cock bashed hard into her tender cunt. All rhythm was gone. The girl felt his cock expanding inside her. The liquid rush of his hot jizz took her entirely by surprise. She didn't know anything at all about men. The teenager hadn't realized he was this close to coming.

His white hot sperm and semen whitewashed her cunt. The girl shuddered and felt the sexual needs in her body race wildly. She pumped her hips back to get even more of his prick inside her. But it was too late. His cock melted inside her gripping pussy like an icicle in the hot noonday sun. His prick dribbled from her no-longer-virgin cunt amid a stream of his jism and her cunt fluids.

"Sorry about that, Mandy," he said. "I never felt a tighter, hotter pussy. You robbed me of my control too soon. It's as much your fault as it is mine."

Candy didn't understand that. She'd thought the man would have a cock made of iron. He should have been able to fuck her all night long and pleasure her better than this. Instead of erasing the sexual needs she felt, the man had only made them worse.

She had to have cock, a real cock, fucking her until she couldn't take it any more. And she knew where she would find a prick made to order for her.

Tony. And this time she wouldn't fail. This time she knew what it was all about. This time she'd have him!

CHAPTER FIVE

Candy was burning up inside. Her cunt actually hurt. She couldn't stand the feelings before she had allowed Mr. Marrick to fuck her and now she couldn't stand the sexual thrills racing though her body after he had popped her cherry. The teenager was at odds with herself. She felt degraded and humiliated for what she had done.

Good girls didn't allow their teachers to fuck them. But she had wanted it. She had gone out with the sole idea of having Tony fuck her. That Mr. Marrick was the one to do it had made her all the more excited at the time. An older man was interested in her sexually. He had wanted to fuck her until she wasn't able to stand it anymore.

It had come as quite a shock to her that Mandy had been fucking Mr. Marrick for a long time. The two of them seemed to have done just about every perverted and exciting sex act imaginable. Candy's pussy still drooled a little when she thought of the way the man's cock had felt inside her. What would it be like duplicating all that Mandy had done with the man?

Sucking him off. Letting him fuck her up the ass. And all those other things the man had mentioned.

She wanted more. She'd get more.

Tony came swinging out of the school, his hips rolling seductively. He glanced around, checking to see if he had an audience. Seeing Candy watching him so intently, he sauntered down and said to her, "Got a light, babe?"

He held his cigarette with impudent ease. Her icy blue eyes stared up at him and she felt her heart beginning to throb hard, pushing her tits up and down against the thin fabric of her blouse. There was no way she could hide the way her nipples hardened into tiny pebbles. She couldn't even control her harsh breathing. She felt like a steam engine.

"No, I don't smoke," she said.

"You still got what it takes to make a lot of heat, babe," Tony said. "Look, I was sort of cruel to you earlier, you know? I want to make it up to you. Let's go down and I'll buy you a Coke or something."

Candy very definitely wanted the "or something". But she had learned a lot in this short afternoon. She scowled and said, "I don't know, Tony. I'd like to, really I would, but I've got other things to do."

This made the youth bristle. He wasn't used to being turned down.

"Like what?" he demanded.

"Wiping my ass, maybe. What's it to you?" Candy felt a tremor of desire flare inside her pussy. She had just used one of the words she thought was so dirty. Simply mouthing it made her hot. Seeing Tony made her hotter. Wanting him to fuck her made her the hottest of all. And she had to play it cool. Otherwise, she would botch, things just as she'd done that afternoon.

"Lemme wipe it for you, huh?"

He reached down and lifted the edge of her skirt. She started to grab the hem and stop him, then decided against it. The look on his face when he saw she wasn't wearing any panties was worth the moment's panic for the girl. Tony did a double take, not quite sure he saw the naked, wantonly gaping pussy or not. He stared so hard his mouth dropped open a little.

"What's wrong, stud?" she asked, feeling especially vicious now that she could get back at him for humiliating her earlier. "Never seen a cunt before?"

"Not like that one! It's fantastic!"

She reached up, trying to keep her hand from shaking and touched the bulge of his jeans. His cock was throbbing with virile need inside. She wondered what Mandy would do in this case. She just didn't know. She decided to play it by ear.

Candy unzipped his jeans and reached inside to pull out his cock.

"Hey, babe, what's this?"

"It's your prick, dipshit," she said, feeling the power surging through her whenever she spoke. "I wanted it out where I could see it. I figured if I got a fantastic cunt like you said, it deserves only a fantastic cock."

"Ummm, so?"

"So this passes inspection. How about it?"

"You want to fuck? Just like that?" He snapped his fingers. The look glittering in his eyes was all Candy needed to see to know she had done everything exactly right. She had gotten him intrigued, had hooked him and was on her way to seducing her dream.

"Yeah, just like that. When you're hot, you're hot. Me, I'm burning up inside. My cunt can barely stand being alone, too. It feels so hollow and empty and deserted!" She didn't have to act when she spoke this time. That was exactly the way she felt inside. Ever since Mr. Marrick's long, fucking cock had reamed her out her desires had been mounting. He hadn't satisfied her. She hoped Tony would be able to do better.

"Shit," was all he said.

"Your cock looks good enough to me. But," she said, hesitating, making Tony squirm just a little, "are you any good? I've seen well-hung studs that weren't for shit when it came to fucking."

Every single word she uttered made her even hotter. She had never said so many of those "dirty" words in her life. But they gave her a feeling of power now that couldn't be denied. In a real sense, she was casting off all the shackles of her outmoded morality and was trying to find a new lifestyle. The frank, upfront words seemed to be a part of what she was so desperately seeking.

So was Tony's prick.

It pulsed hot and hard in the palm of her hand. She squeezed down, wondering what she could do with it. The girl had no experience at all dealing with men's cocks. Sex was something brand new for her. Fucking was an act she had done once. That hardly qualified her as the balling champion of the universe. But she wanted to learn more, lots more!

Tony would help her.

She began stroking up and down the hard, length and enjoyed the way it bucked into her hand. He reached down and pushed her gently away, saying, "Not in the open like this, Mandy. I mean, shit, somebody will see us!"

Candy smiled to herself. She had carried off the act totally. Tony thought he was dealing with her twin sister. Candy smiled wickedly and shoved his prick back into his jeans. "If you don't want to be seen with me, fuck you! I've got better things to do than listen to you whimper."

"Shit, baby, you get your kicks letting others see you while you're screwing. I still remember when you fucked with Mr. Elliot at the football game. Everybody saw you. He didn't know it and you did and it made you into a real bitch!"

Candy's eyes widened slightly. Mandy had fucked the principal in plain sight of everyone? She tried to cover her confusion but found she didn't have to, Tony provided the excuse for her.

"Surprised, huh? Didn't know that I saw, too? Shit, it don't matter to me. If anything, I was sort of jealous of the old fart."

"You don't have to be any more. Show me how good you can fuck, Tony. Show me behind the statue."

She inclined her head slightly indicating the statue of the school's founder. The shrubs around it provided a nice cover for their activities. Someone might see them if they looked hard enough, but other than that, they would have all the privacy Candy could want.

She thought of someone watching them fuck. A tiny earthquake of lust passed up her spine and burst in her brain. Everyone would think she was Mandy. She could fuck all she wanted and get by with it. No one would ever blame Candy, poor innocent, naive Candy who was such an introvert she didn't even go out on dates.

No, it would be hard-fucking, hellion Mandy who would catch all the shit if anything went wrong.

And Candy would have all the joys given by being fucked with Tony's prick. She couldn't lose, she could only win. And how she wanted him inside her cunt, fucking her hard and fast and showing her all the bliss that could be gained from screwing!

"This good enough?" the youth asked, still a little shaken by the girl grabbing his cock as she had done.

"YES!"

Her arms wrapped around his neck and pulled his mouth close. The unlighted cigarette was crushed and dropped from the corner of his mouth. Her tongue didn't hesitate. She thrust it out and into his mouth, tangling erotically with his tongue. They were soon playing hide and seek with theft tongues, dashing back and forth from mouth to mouth, making the other's passions run higher.

She felt her tits crush mightily against his broad, firmly muscled chest. For a panicky minute, she thought her nipples might poke holes in the youth's chest. Then he began moving slowly, sensuously, making her tits roll in small circles. The feelings racing down into her chest were indescribable. She thought she had swallowed some liquid fire from the responses billowing upwards from the bottoms of her lungs.

"God you feel good," he said. His hips jerked slightly and his prick poked into the front of her skirt. The tiny wet spot from her leaking cunt oils exploded like wildfire and soon dampened the entire area. She knew she couldn't stand like this much longer. Her legs had gone weak and watery and her pussy was drawing in its own fuck oils.

"I need you so much! I need you fucking me!" she moaned softly in the man's ear. She used her tongue to slowly run around the rim. He moaned softly and pulled her even closer. She wanted to have that cock driving hard between her legs. Then everything would be perfect.

Sinking down slowly to the ground, she pulled him directly on top of her. His weight reassured her. It felt good having his broad, muscular chest pressing into her boobs, masking them flat, making them fill more and more with the excited blood pounding out from her heart.

His hands got between them somehow and fumbled up her skirt. She lifted her ass off the ground enough to hike it up all the way. Her gaping cunt yawned widely for the insertion of the man's hard, pulsating prick.

"Now, Tony darling, do it to me now!"

"Shit, don't worry! I'm just enjoying the feeling of your legs spreading for me. Shit!" he repeated. His hand stroked lightly across her pussy mound and then parted her cunt lips. She felt as if she might faint. It seemed silly, fainting simply because a man tan his hand over your smooth, willing flesh. But that was the way she responded to his feathery touches.

"Fuck me with that Goddamn cock!" she almost screamed. "I can't take any more of this waiting. I need it! I neeeeed it!"

He didn't seem to listen. His hand parted her turgid cunt lips and probed into her cunt hole. She stiffened at the intrusion of the finger into her twat. "So tight," he admired. "And those fleshy asscheeks of yours! I love a chick with a big ass. The bigger the cushion, the better the pushin', you know."

She was past hearing his words. Her tender, untried body was writhing around doing a dance on the impaling spike of his finger. He swirled that finger around against her velvety cunt walls and she almost came. The idea that this was her Tony, the Tony she had lusted after for so long, doing it provided a thrill that had been lacking with. Mr. Marrick.

That doggy style fucking had been a tense time for her. Candy knew she wanted to be cured of her virginity but it had still been a traumatic few minutes for her. Everything being done was unexpected and brand new. Now that she had that experience behind her and now that she had Tony's monstrous cock shoving toward her cunt, it would be better, lots better.

She fainted when he drove his cock into her cunt.

The slippery walls of her pussy convulsed mightily and sent a shock wave of delight blasting into her unsuspecting body. She came and her very first orgasm from a man's cock fucking her made her black out.

Candy didn't have any idea how long she was gone. It must have been only a few seconds because when she came to, she was still dazed and Tony was grunting and sweating as he pistoned deep into her pussy. The youth's muscles were straining and his forehead was drenched in sweat from the exertion. She could hear him grunting, "So fucking tight, can't believe it's so tight. Others had to lie about your floppy cunt. Tight and hot, shit, so hot I can't stand it!"

He muttered this over and over as he pumped into her softly yielding body. He didn't even notice she had fainted. And when Candy regained some of her senses, she realized her brain must have short circuited from too much pleasure. The feelings along the walls of her fuck channel were electric. They volt into her spine and echoed throughout her body. She could hardly breathe from the pressure of his chest on top of her and the delightful heat boiling up inside her from her well-fucked cunt.

"More, Tony, give me all your cock. I need it sooooo!"

She whimpered as he picked up the pace of his fucking. Her cunt lips were bruising from the impact of his body against hers. When he drove his cock balls deep into her pussy, he ground their crotches together. Candy realized this was responsible for a lot of the pleasure she was getting.

His cock made her snatch tense up. The driving prick, once sunk to the hilt inside her, made her skin taut. Clit rose from the tiny trench of protective flesh. His bush ground over this sensitive little pole of aroused flesh. She came.

She came again. And again and again until she was writhing and thrashing around under the teenager's body like she had gone mad. He held her firmly in place with his cock. As long as it was deeply hidden in her sucking tight cunt, she wasn't going anywhere.

"If I didn't know better, I'd have thought your cunt was virgin. But no cherry," he moaned out. "But it's tight, damned if it isn't the tightest pussy I ever fucked."

His hips exploded in a frenzy of fucking that drove her out of her mind. She couldn't hold in the feelings. She came again. This time it was worlds better for her. She felt shaken to the core of her being. The fucking with Mr. Marrick had never come close to this intensity of release the total womanly fulfillment searing her nerves.

"I can't staaaaand it!" she sobbed, the tears of desire running down her cheeks and leaving salty tracks. She felt shivers running up her spine and mixing with the chaos in her head. The more the girl tried to get things sorted out, the worse the jumble became.

She pressed her snatch down even tighter into Tony's. She felt the power of his loins throbbing. His balls wetly smacked into her ass and stimulated her even more. Closing her eyes intensified the already fantastic feelings in her tender young body. She could drift, float, soar. She did all that and more.

She came again, the feel of Tony's huge prick drilling deeply into her cunt. The juices squirted out through the thick plug of his cock and ran down the insides of her thighs. The tickly feelings made her all the more aware of her own body.

This was something brand new for the teenaged girl. She hardly knew what to do. She ended up simply lying on her back, legs spread wantonly wide and taking all the cock she could. The feel of the thick arrowhead against her tiny diameter pussy thrilled her more and more. She experimented. She tensed her fuck tunnel around the virile cock.

Tony gasped, "I... I can't take that! Shit, baby, I can't take that! It's collapsing down on me like a mine shaft caving in. And hot! Ummmmm!"

The liquid surge of his jism fountaining into her pussy shook her like a cat shaking a rat. Her hair flew from side to side, her tits bobbed around like jello on a plate -- and she came.

She was vaguely aware of his prick working harder and harder at her cunt, trying to tear her apart all the way to the chin. She couldn't stand that. She had to have more cock.

And it was denied her. She felt his prick geysering out its white hot load and the thick stalk of cock backing it up, steely firm and completely erect. As more and more of the gooey come sloshed into her twat, the cock began to deflate. Soon, it dribbled from her pussy like a piece of cooked spaghetti. She almost wanted to cry because she had lost that warmth inside her, that hugeness filling her to overflowing.

"That's all?" she asked.

"Baby, you're fucking insatiable!" Tony marveled. "Just wait. It's gonna come back. I promise."

"I'll wait," she told him, eyeing his prick with burgeoning desire. If wishes could come true, she would have wished his prick back into a fully usable fucking tool.

Tony would have made the same wish.

CHAPTER SIX

"I can't believe it was that good," sighed Candy, still feeling the warmth between her legs where his prick had just been. She reached down and stroked across her pussy mound. The fleecy, soft black fur covering it was damp. The teenager couldn't tell what it was damp from.

It might have been sweat. She had broken out in perspiration as soon as the full impact of the fucking had seized her. Or it could have been her own cunt juices. The fucking had carried a lot of them out of her super-hot, super-juicy interior. His prick had become drenched with the slippery love juices and then pulled them out -- and, during orgasm, they had frothed out of her all by theft own. Or it might even be Tony's jizz.

That idea made the girl shiver and quake with renewed desire. The idea of a guy actually coming inside her thrilled her. She didn't understand why. This was the ultimate intimacy. He had been inside her body and they had merged into one being for a few seconds.

"That was some fuck," the youth admitted. "I'd heard how loose and floppy your cunt was from the other guys. You know, the ones you've put out for. Damn, but were they ever wrong! That pussy of yours is a real cock eater. It gulped once and swallowed me whole and turned me every way but loose!"

Candy secretly thrilled at Tony's words. He had enjoyed her. As much as she had enjoyed him. But the implications of what he said went a lot deeper. He was talking about Mandy and her whoring around. That was the only word Candy could use to describe her twin's behavior. For a moment, she wondered if she could get up the nerve to tell Tony who she really was. Then she decided not to. Not yet.

"Don't run off, Tony. I want more of that sweet cock of yours. And you do want more, don't you? I didn't have you pegged for a one timer."

She watched the reaction. It was everything she could have wanted from him. He was intrigued with her and he definitely wanted another chance to fuck her. Her pussy had convinced him. Candy felt a surge of confidence. She thought frantically about all the times she had listened to her girlfriends telling what they had done on dates with their boyfriends. Most of their lewd comments had bounced off her head and she hadn't believed a lot of what they'd said. She did now.

Candy fervently believed a lot of what she'd heard about how great fucking was. She had experienced it firsthand. Her virgin experience hadn't been any great shakes, but then she hadn't known how to react. And Mr. Marrick had been rushed. She wondered exactly how horny he had been. If he had been too randy to be able to control himself, maybe that explained why he had come so fast and left her wanting more.

But that had to be only a part of the answer. Tony had screwed her cross-eyed and she already felt the vague longings in her cunt for more cock. There seemed to be some relationship being set up where the more she fucked, the more she needed.

Candy liked the feeling.

She reached out and gripped the limp cock and pulled Tony toward her. "Don't run off, big boy. I want some more of this and I'll be wanting it soon. Are you man enough to get it back up for me?"

"Help it along," he said. "Suck my cock."

Shock crossed her face and momentarily paralyzed her. She had heard all her friends talking about sucking cock and how their boyfriends got off on it in a big way. Candy thought it was so perverted she could hardly put her disgust into words.

Yet she couldn't deny the feelings already chewing away inside her. She wanted something more than she'd gotten already from Tony. If this made him hot for her again, what did she really have to lose?

They were hidden by the rows of bushes. The big bronze statue hid them from being seen from the building. And if anything did go wrong, she wasn't Candy -- she was Mandy out for a little action. Candy felt the thrill of possible discovery and knew she had nothing to lose, no matter what happened. And she was getting some idea of what she might miss if she refused to suck on Tony's cock and get him hard again.

She tugged gently at his balls and he sidled over to her. She rolled on her side and applied her mouth to his balls. The limp sac containing his balls flexed easily under her questing tongue. She batted the balls around like a punching bag. He must have liked it. He grunted and stroked over the back of her head, keeping her mouth close to his crotch.

She sucked. His balls worked their way into her mouth. She had no good idea what to do but it seemed like a good thing to do to use her teeth. The hairy little bag dragged across her pearly teeth. He tensed and moaned out, "That's unreal! I feel like I could come right now! Fantastic! Do it some more, baby, do it some more. I love it!"

The teenager was pleased. She didn't know what was going on with Tony but he enjoyed her mouth moving on his balls. Using the tip of her tongue, she worked the nuts around and around. Soon, she could feel them tumbling inside the sac, more and more of the thick stew of his jism forming. The girl knew this was what she had to do, to make him hard, to make him horny, to make him want her so much he would fuck her.

She gently pushed the hairy little sac from her mouth and worked her way up the underside of his cock. The entire shaft of his fuck stick was coated with her own love juices. The salty, acrid taste turned her on. She hadn't really had a chance of ever tasting her own cunt sauces before. She decided she liked them.

But they weren't pure. They were mixed with the heavy musk of his cock. And the thick, caking jism added a zest to the mixture that made the girl's breath come in quick, short pants. She saw her breath making waves through the thick bush of his tangled pubic hair. The youth squirmed constantly now. He was moaning right along with her. This was turning him on more than she'd thought it would.

She kissed and sucked all the way to the end of his shrunken cock. The pink, pale tip looked so different than the purpled knob that it had been. Her tongue circled it and gently pulled it into her mouth. Soft lips kissed and caressed. Her tongue roughly stroked the cleft head and stimulated the most sensitive portions. It worked. She felt the life beginning to flow into his fuck stick again.

"Keep sucking, baby. I'm getting my hard-on back. Shit, I never got one this fast after fucking. You're magic, girl, damned fine magic."

He grunted as she began battering the end of his cock with her tongue. He started to shove his hips forward to get more of his prick into her mouth, but the cock wasn't stiff enough for that, it bent and slipped from her mouth. She followed the prick and recaptured it, sucking hard on the end.

"Give me a damned good blow job, baby, give me a blow job!"

She was confused. She didn't know what he wanted. If Tony desired her mouth sucking on his cock, she'd do it. The tastes of the caked jism and drying cunt sauces turned her on in a big way. But a blow job? This had to be something different.

She blew. And Tony almost shot off and went into orbit.

"Dammit, girl, don't blow, for Christ sake. You'd puff me up like a Goddamn balloon!"

She wanted to protest, to tell him he was only getting what he asked for. But she decided she could put her mouth to better use and suck again. So the dark-haired teenager began sucking for all she was worth. Her cheeks went hollow under the suction and the moans, coming from Tony's lips this time were ones of stark pleasure, not discomfort.

"Yeah, that's the way, that's exactly the way I love it!"

She felt a warm glow inside her start to spread. The girl had proven to herself she could pleasure a man. She didn't have to whore around like her sister did to get the experience. But she still felt a little guilty about hiding behind her sister's identity. She was Candy and she became more and more determined to tell Tony. She wanted to be loved for herself, not for being Mandy.

Then all thought of telling the youth passed from her mind. She heard him saying, "Shit, baby, your mouth is one in a million. That dipshit sister of yours couldn't suck like this. She's a professional virgin. I like my women horny and educated in what it takes to please a guy."

Candy knew then that it wasn't possible to tell Tony who she really was. He might not even believe her. And she didn't want to lose hint not after all the pain and trouble she'd gone through to get him. She knew she could keep him more than happy. Her pussy was his to fuck as he pleased, what pleased him pleased her even more.

She felt the cock stiffen perceptibly under her lashing tongue. As she rolled her tongue around the tip, she knew that this wasn't going to be good enough for her. She had to have his cock deep inside her belly again, fucking her, giving her all those wondrous feelings again.

She shoved his cock from her mouth with her tongue. It was done reluctantly, but she knew it had to be done. There wasn't any way she could expect to get his prick up her cunt if it was in her mouth.

"Fuck me again," she said to him. "It's hard enough. I want you to stuff it up my pussy and fuck me!"

"Well," he said, towering over her. He was only on his knees, but as long as she was lying down all she could see was the quivering pillar of his cock and the hard, round mass of hairy balls. "I don't know. Maybe I'll just forget all about this."

He was teasing her and she knew it. But the feelings in her belly dictated what her actions would be. The girl's legs rose, passed over Tony's head and placed him directly between her legs. Then she rose up and pressed him back to the ground. He yelped and she kept her weight moving forward until she had him pinned to the ground with her body.

"Hey, what are you doing?" he demanded. His words were harsh but the tone he used indicated that he liked an aggressive chick. She felt a tiny tremor in her pussy when she realized exactly how aggressive she was being. The teenager was almost at the point of raping Tony.

His cock pressed hot and hard between her twat lips. She sighed and moved her hips back and forth a little to settle the cock firmly between those blood-filled flaps. The beat seeped into her cunt and made her realize how wonderful this fucking could be.

Her hands pressed into his chest as she leaned forward and lifted her hips up. She told him: "Go on. Stuff that meaty, swollen prick of yours in. I want to feel it inside me. Ummmm, oh, yeah, yeah!"

She closed her eyes as she lowered her hips on the huge cock. The youth had maneuvered his cock so that it pressed hard against the entrance to her cunt hole. As she dropped down, the flaming hot shaft filled her, stretched her still relatively untried cunt walls to the breaking point, and made her feel as if she might come undone inside.

She gasped and simply sat astraddle his cock for a moment. Her pliant inner membrane expanded and twisted and stretched. The fit around his cock was like that of a well manufactured glove on a finger. Perfect.

"Jesus," Tony mumbled. "You're gripping down on my cock all around. And hot! I feel like I'm buried balls deep in a blast furnace!"

She barely heard him. The desires in her loins flared and spurred her to move. Slowly, she lifted off his cock. The agony of that prick leaving her hot pussy was almost more than she could bear. She lifted up until only the thick knob of his glans remained inside her cunt lips. Then she paused, made sure the cock was lined up and simply relaxed. Gravity did all the work. It allowed her body to shoot down around the cock.

The pricked filled her to overflowing again. Hot, throbbing with life, it made all this torture worthwhile. She lifted and this time she heard a lewd, obscene sucking noise. Her cunt juices had formed a perfect vacuum seal between his cock head and her cuntal walls. She broke the vacuum as she twisted her hips around to one side.

"God, what are you doing to me?" he moaned. "This is fantastic. And it's getting better!"

She rose and fell faster now, the urgency in her growing. The girl filled her pussy time and time again with hot, hard cock. The fuck stick rubbed fast and sensuous against her inner tissues and built up a friction that threatened to burn them both to a cinder. She fucked herself faster. Eyes closed, hair tossed by her bobbing head motions, she fucked until she thought she couldn't move any more.

Then she fucked herself even faster.

That cock was definitely addictive. The more she got, the more she needed. The friction built up and spread, a hot pool of melted butter in her belly. The sexual tensions mounted until she couldn't take it any more. She came. Hard. And she managed to keep the rhythm of her fucking even although her body was exploding with desire.

The girl's cunt snapped down hard and tight around the hidden spike of Tony's prick. The youth under her gulped and started shoving his hips upward to meet her downward strokes.

"You're gonna burn me off to a nubbin," he cried. "But what a way to go. I feel like you've got my prick in a vise. And shoved that vise into a Goddamn furnace!"

Their bodies met and ground together. Her crotch was bruised from the hard fucking she had already received. But no pain reached her frenzied brain. All she felt was pleasure, more pleasure, climaxing pleasure. She came and came and came again.

Reaching down, she was able to flip her finger across the tip of her erect clit. The aroused little pea-sized organ packed more of a wallop than a ton of dynamite for her. The lightest touch was electric and sent shock waves throughout her body. And the more she fucked, the more she needed that touch. Tony's prick burned hotly in her but the fingering of her clit got her off harder than ever before.

Her pussy walls smashed down on his hidden prick again. The action was so strong he knew his cock was being crushed. He felt the jism rising up along his pleasurably tortured cock and couldn't fight it down. No matter how much he wanted this fucking to continue, his body wouldn't let it.

His cock spewed forth its load of creamy jizz. He whitewashed her pussy walls with his firehose of cock while she continued to fuck herself on the stiff length still inside her.

She sensed that she didn't have much time left before his cock melted in her hot twat. The girl twisted from side to side, making her cunt walls grip down as hard as she could. This pulled and stretched her insides into new and wondrously different positions. The sexual needs mounted again and she got off on the cock again, even as it shriveled like a prune in her still convulsing cunt.

She almost felt cheated when Tony's cock slipped from her pussy to lie limp under her drooling cunt mouth. She looked down at the pitiful organ and knew this time it hadn't been as good for her as the first time with Tony. She had pressed it too hard, expected too much.

But damn it, she was deserving!

"Gotta run, Tony. Things to do and people to see."

"Wow, sure, Mandy, any time!"

Candy heaved a deep sigh, stood and smoothed down her wrinkled skirt. She knew her panties were still in her purse, but she had no desire to put them on. Her cunt ached from all the fucking and right how she simply wished to be alone and to think about all that had happened to her.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Candy cut classes the next morning. She had to. She wasn't able to concentrate on anything but her newfound senses. All the nerves in her pussy had been brought to life and the itch deep inside her threatened to drive her out of her mind. Horniness took on a new meaning for her. She had always thought her girlfriends were acting silly when they moaned and bitched about not getting enough.

She now knew firsthand what they were talking about.

No matter how she moved, how she twisted, she couldn't get away from her own body's insatiable sexual hungers. She rubbed across her snatch hoping this old method of easing her tensions would help. If anything, it added fuel to her lust. She masturbated. That wasn't good enough, not now that she had tasted a man's prick all the way up her cunt.

The teenager wandered around the school yard looking for some likely guy who would be willing to give her a quickie. She had heard all about quickies during PE. Candy had pretended not to pay any attention to all the locker room talk about getting a guy to fuck you fast between classes, but she had taken in each and every word.

She realized now that a lot of the talk was nothing but bragging. The boys going between classes seemed preoccupied with things other than sex -- like actually making it to class and perhaps even learning something inside the classroom. She knew that was the way it actually was, but she had hoped to find just one guy willing to ball her.

Candy watched the third period classes vanish into the rooms to leave her standing alone in the halls. She knew she couldn't stay here longer. Sooner or later one of the teachers would come along and ask what she was doing out of class. She wasn't sure she could pull off the Mandy impersonation today. She hadn't worn a distinctive blouse with a monogram. It was a plain white one and if Mandy happened to turn up actually attending class for a change, the shit would hit the fan. The impersonation was too valuable a thing for Candy to give up so easily.

Pretending to be Mandy, she could get Tony any time she wanted him. That guy would jump through a hoop for the chance at fucking her again. She knew. She could see it in his eyes the way he looked at her, the way his prick bulged slightly as they passed in the halls. She had even petted his crotch once, lightly, and had almost laughed when she felt the hard, throbbing cock pressing into the jeans.

Candy was at loose ends. She didn't know how she could put the fires in her cunt out. Cock was the one way but it seemed to be denied her. She leaned against the frame of one of the doors and heard a familiar voice inside.

"Take out pencil and paper, class. You will have forty-five minutes to take the test."

Mr. Marrick.

She sighed and thought of the way he had fucked her like a bitch. That had been nice feeling her ass dragging against his legs while his prick pumped hard between her asscheeks and plunged up her cunt. But he hadn't been that much of a stud. Tony was a world better. Candy kept thinking of the way that cock felt inside her, though.

He might not have much technique, but his prick was ample. It had to be of a good size to drill into her cunt with such force. She had felt pulled apart though this was while she was still a virgin.

Virgin.

The word seemed like something out of a dream. She was a virgin for eighteen years and then left it behind yesterday. And it seemed like an eternity since she had been a woman of the world, knowledgeable about cocks and fucking and what it took to get her off Candy found it almost impossible, in fact, to believe only about twenty-four hours had passed since she'd lost her cherry.

She peeped into the classroom and saw Mr. Marrick at his desk, rocked back in the uncomfortable wooden chair furnished to all teachers. His legs were looped around the sides of the chair. She closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like in the leg well of the desk, her face just inches away from the man's crotch. She could reach out and... and why the hell not do it for real?

Candy felt a thrill of desire and sudden firm resolve to do what she wanted. What was the worst that could happen to her? She might be suspended for three days. That was all. She was a student, she could do anything she wanted. If anything, a three day suspension might be a blessing. It would give her a real chance to go out and cruise around looking for some boyfriend who could service her as she needed it now.

She opened the door and quickly dropped to her hands and knees. No one in the class saw her, they were too busy with their test. She quickly moved to the desk and pushed her way up under the desk. Mr. Marrick looked down in surprise. He asked her: "What do you think you're doing?"

He didn't make any attempt to keep his voice low. But she knew better than to answer. An answer would attract attention of the people in the front row of seats. Better to put Mr. Marrick in the position where he didn't dare say anything else to her.

Quick as the speed of light, she unzipped his fly and reached in. He grunted but he couldn't get away from her. His chair remained tipped back on its two back legs. She pulled his half-erect cock out into the open. If the man stood up now, he would be exposing more than he really wanted to his class.

"What are you doing?" he hissed. The man had turned entirely white from the shock. He tried to force her hands away from his slowly throbbing cock and couldn't do it. She continued playing with his semi-erect cock until he had to look up and see if anyone in the class noticed the odd goings on under the teacher's desk.

Candy guessed from the man's expression of relief that no one had noticed. But if she continued fondling his balls and playing with his cock, it might only be a matter of time.

"I thought I'd return the favor you gave me yesterday," she said, feeling a surge of power unlike anything she had ever experienced before. In part, Candy knew some of the thrill her sister must get out of balling Mr. Marrick. He was so easy to push around.

"You slut! Stop it this instant. What if the principal walks in the door? He'd have my ass in a sling."

"He can have your ass if I can keep your cock!"

She bobbed her head up and enmouthed his cock. The man groaned and sank back into his chair. She felt his cock respond to her avid licking. It jerked firmly erect and pressed lasciviously into her lips. She gave it a kiss and then opened her mouth enough to get even more of that sweet tasting, arousing prick into her mouth.

The entire end of his cock vanished from sight. She formed a trough with her tongue and cradled his prick. Her lips stretched to the breaking point to circle around his mighty fuck stick. She hadn't realized it was so huge. But then yesterday she had been a virgin and any cock would look normal to her without a standard of comparison. Moving her head back and forth, she dragged her rough, wet tongue over the most sensitive portion of his cock.

The man's loud sighs attracted attention from one of the members of the class. Mr. Marrick almost stuttered when he said, "Y-yes, Mike, what is it?"

"I thought you said something about the sixth question, Mr. Marrick. You were mumbling something to yourself but I thought it might be something we should know, about."

"Yeah, tell them, Mr. Marrick," whispered Candy, enjoying the man's discomfort. He didn't dare stand, not with her eager mouth so close to his cock. She dived back down and sucked even harder on his prick. The feeling of total control was as heady as the sexual desires running wild inside her.

She loved the taste of his cock and the way it filled up her mouth. She could suck on his fuck stick all day long. She changed her tactics a little and started licking up one side as if it were some meaty popsicle. The man's speech turned into tiny chirps like a bird. The girl continued licking all the way down to his balls.

The tight little sphere dangling under his firm, throbbingly alive cock boiled with his ill suppressed need. She felt his balls lurching around inside and knew the creamy load of his jism was begging for release. The girl thought that it would be great seeing him jet his wad onto his desk. Explaining that to his class would require some hell of a lot of work.

But she wouldn't do that. She had tasted jism on Tony's prick and decided she had developed an appetite for it. The teenager wanted to get Mr. Marrick so hot he jetted off into her sucking mouth. Then she could really taste what fresh jism was like.

"Just k-keep working, Mike," said Mr. Marrick to his pupil. "The t-test's going to be over in another twenty minutes."

"Can I turn it in now and leave early?"

"NO!"

"Gee, sorry, Mr. Marrick. You don't have to get so uptight about it. I was just about finished and I thought..."

"Keep your tests till the end of the period. And don't come up here, any of you!" The man's voice carried a note of panic that pleased Candy. She sucked harder on it cock to give him a good reason not to let any of his students come up to his desk.

The man crumbled into the chair, almost boneless. She eagerly ate his cock until her jaws started to ache. She wondered what else she might be able to do with this scrumptious prick besides suck and lick it. The man wasn't giving her any dues. On impulse, she craned her neck and tried to see how far down her throat she could get his cock.

She felt the rubbery tip of the cock bounce off the roof of her mouth before it dived past her tonsils. Swallowing once lodged the cock firmly in her throat. She was turned on by the feeling of the hot, hard cylinder of cock flesh pulsing so strongly against her Adam's apple. She gulped and the Adam's apple bobbed up and down. She knew this would rub against the most sensitive portion of the man's huge cock.

The teenager knew the man's passions were being shoved to the breaking point by the way his cock danced around in her tight throat. But she couldn't hold him down much longer. She was beginning to gag and the feeling of having her air cut off wasn't nice at all. The girl allowed his cock to slowly slip from its tight sheath in her throat.

"Shit," he moaned. "What did I ever do to deserve this?"

"Must have been something really nice," she said, the tip of his cock lightly touching her lips. "You seem to be enjoying this as much as I am."

His cock gave an extra jerk and a tiny drop of pre-come beaded on the very tip. Her tongue slithered out as quick as a snake's tongue and snared the bitter drop. She savored it as if it were a fine wine. She knew the best was still loaded up in his balls. She had to try and get it out and into her mouth where she could taste it.

Using the tip of her tongue again, she tried forcing her way down the man's piss-slit. She knew it wasn't possible but the idea made her hot. The attempt made Mr. Marrick jerk around on the hard wooden seat as if he were sitting on a splinter. She held him totally under her control -- and all with just the tip of her tongue!

The girl's tongue worked around in circles just behind the broad purpled glans. She wasn't sure but she thought she felt his cock expanding in size as more and more excited blood pounded into it. The dark haired teenager began fucking her face, her heading moving back and forth to suck in and push out his cock. This was the only way she knew of to get all the prick into her mouth that she wanted and still be able to breathe.

The lips stroking along his length and the hot tongue probing hard at the end of his cock made the man's hips come alive. He thrust weakly toward her face. She easily took the thrusts and doubled their strength with her own head motions. She was getting off on face fucking herself.

The sudden explosion of jism into her mouth took her by surprise. She knew he was almost at the end of his fuse but she hadn't realized he was so close to coming. The first spurt of jizz arched through her mouth and spattered into her tonsils. She pressed her tongue into the end of his spewing prick to make sure she didn't miss any more of his tasty come.

Swirling her tongue around got the gooey white come to smear all over her taste buds. She reveled in the salty, tangy taste of man seed. Sucking harder seemed to encourage a flood of the stuff. The girl's mouth nursed greedily at his cock until it began to deflate. When it was lying limp and useless in his lap, she felt a little cheated.

It was all over too fast.

She licked her lips clean of his come and then started lapping up the stray drops on the man's cock. He was sweating and his hands shook. She knew he had been under a groat strain. He didn't want anyone in the class to know what was going on -- and if the principal had made one of his spot checks of the classroom, Mr. Marrick would have been fired on the spot.

Those were extra treats for Candy. They added the possibility of exposure and gave her a surge of delight that she hadn't thought possible. She didn't think she was an exhibitionist, but the threat off possible discovery added a zest to sucking and fucking she loved.

"Finish it off, quick!" the man said loud enough for the first few rows of students to hear.

He looked up startled. The students were obediently finishing off their tests and were beginning to come up to his desk to turn in their papers. With a surge of power, he pulled his chair almost all the way under his desk, crushing Candy back against the wooden sheet that formed the front of his desk.

He didn't let her out until every student in the class had turned in their test and left. And by then she was feeling so nice and cozy and warm inside, it didn't matter. She had found out what it was like to suck a stud off. And she liked it. She liked it a lot.

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Jesus God, how could you do a thing like that to me?" blazed Mr. Marrick. The man was white in the face, all the blood drained from the fear he'd felt as she sucked on him.

Candy smiled as she crawled out from under his desk. She had a nice, cozy feeling inside that was slowly building up into something more demanding. The feelings rambling through her body had been nice when she had complete power over the man. Now they were taking control and making her come fully alive. The gnawing lust she felt in her cunt wasn't to be denied. And if there was one thing the young girl had learned in the past few days, it was not to deny herself anything.

Especially when the prospect of good, hard, long cock was in the offing.

She perched on the edge of his desk, one trim leg swinging back and forth to tantalize him. Candy told him: "It was easy. I just sneaked into the room and dropped down under your desk and started sucking you off. Don't I give great head?"

The man was sweating profusely. He wiped it away from his eyes with his handkerchief but it was rapidly replaced. He was still hot and bothered by what had happened. This made Candy gloat a little more. Mandy wasn't the one doing this, she was. All by herself, Candy had made the man tremble and reduced him to a frightened, fearful blob of flesh.

"I don't give a flying fuck how you did, why did you do it to me? It was so damned dangerous! If any of those kids had seen, they would have told theft parents and the parents would have gotten my ass fired in a split second. Things like that aren't done!"

"How do you know?" she asked.

"I'd hear about it if they did occur," he said.

"Really? Who are you going to tell about me coming in here and giving you a blow job in front of your class?"

"Nobody!"

"Of course not. And why should I tell anyone? No reason at all. So only we know about it -- yet it did happen. I'm sure it's happened with other teachers. But they don't go around advertising the fact because they know, just like you do, that their jobs would be in danger if they did."

"You've done this with other teachers?" The shocked expression on his face told her he fervently believed she had sneaked into other men's classrooms and given them head. The idea pleased her. All she had to do to make him firmly believe it was to say nothing. But Candy was feeling perverse.

"I've never done it to another man teacher," she said easily.

A look of relief came on the man's face, then he tensed again. "Not with other men? Does that mean you've done it with some of the women teachers? You've eaten pussy in front of a class? Shit!"

This was the proper time for her to simply smile and say nothing. Let him draw his own conclusions, even if they were wrong. She enjoyed keeping the man guessing about her. If he only knew she was the meek, timid Candy and not the outrageously man-hungry Mandy. This further added to her pleasure. The impersonation was giving her the confidence to do many things she would never have considered before.

"Are you busy right now?" she asked. "Or do you have some parents coming in for a little conference?"

"Not busy. And I want to talk this out, young lady. We've enjoyed each other a lot in the past few months but this type of thing like what happened today has got to stop!"

"Oh," she said, sounding disappointed. "You don't want me giving you head any more. Don't you like the way I do it? Would you like me to get my twin sister, Candy, and let her work on your lovely cock?" She felt nasty and was twisting the knife in the wound she had already opened.

"It's not that I don't like the feel of your mouth all over my prick," he said. "Just be a little bit more cool about when you do it."

"Like now?"

She slipped down to her knees and unzipped his fly. He tried to step back and avoid her but he ran into the wall. She was on his limp cock in an instant, stuffing it into her mouth and gently chewing. The man moaned and knew better than to try to get away now. With the meaty prick inside her lips and with her white teeth working so eagerly on it, any motion on his part might make her chomp down hard.

He didn't want to lose his prick, not like that.

Candy's fingers gripped hard at the backs of the man's legs. She held his body firmly in place and started sucking on the warm prick resting in her mouth. Her pussy had begun to churn at the idea of getting Mr. Marrick to fuck her in this classroom. She had to get him hard to do it. This useless piece of penis had to be transformed into a hard, throbbing, rigid cock.

"Ohhhh, why, Mandy, why are you doing this to me? Let's go to my place if you're so damned horny for my body!"

"No, here!" she managed to say around the cock in her mouth.

He was almost at the point of crying. She heard him catch his breath as he sobbed out, "The principal might come along. Or one of the other teachers. God, yow can't know what gossips they all are. They fuck anything that moves and seeing someone else doing it gives them that, much more to talk about. Ummm, oh, sweet Jesus, that tongue of yours is driving me out of my skull!"

She teased and toyed with his cock using only the tip of her pink, rough tongue. The girl had learned how to pleasure a man in a short time. She knew all the right spots to lightly caress, all the ones to press down into as hard as she could and all the spots where no real action could be achieved at all. She maximized her efforts.

The tiny flap of skin dangling under the bulbous end of his fuck stick was her primary target. She slithered around it, dancing her tongue off it in such a way that his cock slowly hardened. This was the most delicate portion of the man's prick. Teasing the prick erect this way was almost too easy for her.

"Let me close the door. Lock the door!" he groaned.

She heard him but didn't want him doing it. She wanted the added thrill of the possibility of someone walking in on them while they were fucking. She didn't care if it was the janitor or the principal, as long as the thrill was there. In reality, the idea frightened her to death that anyone at all would see them it was the possibility of it happening that turned her into a sex starved bitch in rut.

His hands laced through the thick inane of her black hair. He started guiding her head back and forth in just the right motion to satisfy him. She allowed him to do this because she could feel the immediate effect on his cock. It went from half-erect to fully stiff. And then, as more and more excited blood pounded into it, the prick hardened until it was like a cylinder of hot steel.

She couldn't wait to have it ramming hard and fast into the juicy slit of her cunt.

"Are you sure no one will come in and find us?" she asked, more to get her own passions at the breaking point than to make certain they would be alone while they really fucked.

"No, I'm not sure. Let me check the door."

Her mouth stopped him. She was afraid that, if he made it to the door, he might keep on going. She sensed he was frightened of her. She fed on that fear and allowed it to build her own passions. The girl's belly was tensed and tight with desire now. The cunt churned out a flood of frothy fuck juices and almost begged for cock.

Her tongue captured his hairy bag of balls and pulled them into her lips. Sucking hard, she took the entire sac into her mouth and gave it the same treatment she had been giving his cock. The hairy little sac tightened up under her tongue lashing and was soon a hard little sphere.

"Why are you doing this?" he moaned out.

"Why me, Mandy, why me? Of all the teachers, you had to pick meeeee!"

Candy didn't bother answering. Impersonating her twin was interesting, but she didn't like it when Mr. Marrick called her by Mandy's name. It felt like she was some sort of grave robber taking another's name. She was Candy and she wanted him to know it.

"Call me Candy. Think of me as the naive, innocent, inexperienced young prick teaser. Wouldn't you love to face fuck Candy?"

She pursed her lips into a ruby red oval at the very tip of his prick. She sucked hard on the glans and pulled it inch by slow inch into her gaping cavity. The man's hips made furtive little jerks that would soon blow up into a full-fledged fucking motion.

"Candy?" he laughed harshly. "Don't I wish. She's a professional virgin. And nobody could call you a prick teaser. You deliver, Christ, do you ever!"

He moved his cock directly into her mouth. She felt the friction between the shaft of his cock and her lips. Tensing her jaw muscles a little allowed her to scrape her teeth over the incoming cock. The teeth left angry red marks. As his prick slipped from her mouth she used her tongue and lips to soothe the hurt she'd given him. This only caused more and more blood to stiffen his prick.

"I can't take much more of this. Your mouth is too sucking hot!"

She immediately abandoned his cock. She didn't want him coming in her mouth again. As much as the teenager was learning to love the salty, acrid taste, she wanted more than that this time. She rubbed her fingers over her puny and knew this had to be where the cock went. Anywhere else and she might go mad from her rampaging lust. When he had popped her cherry, he had opened the floodgates of desire inside her. She couldn't get enough now.

She hopped up onto his desk again, her legs dangling down trim and white. Candy made a big production of crossing her legs. She made certain he got a glimpse of her leg all the way to her thigh -- and above. The girl hadn't put on any panties.

"Shit," he said, his face breaking out in new beads of sweat. "No panties. And I can see that you want..."

"I want what I've been sucking on so hard," she told him. "I don't do things like that for nothing. Give it to me. Fuck me with that lovely, hard cock of yours!"

She lifted her skirts a bit more and exposed a naked asscheek sitting perkily on his desk. He gulped. She saw his Adam's apple bobbing wildly and knew he was hooked. He would give her all she wanted and more. Scooting around, she contrived to expose her flowing pussy to him again. This was all he could stand.

"I've got to fuck that cunt of yours. I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you!"

"Do it!"

She meant those words -- more than she'd meant anything in her whole young life. She thrust her legs out straight from the edge of the desk and firmly secured them on either side of the teacher's body. He ran his hands along the undersides of her legs as he moved it to the vee of her cunt. The feeling of his flesh running so smoothly over hers thrilled the girl. She felt her pussy begin to throb and burn with desire. She had to get all the cock stuffed into it she could.

And it was in sight.

The cock she had sucked on so hard to get erect danced around just inches from her pussy lips. She wanted to reach out and grab the turgid length of his cock and pull it directly in to her cunt lips, but she didn't. Let him proceed in his own way. She guessed that might be even better than forcing him to fuck her in the way she wanted. She had the power over him to make him do anything she wanted, she also had the power to let him make a few of the decisions.

"So lovely," he said, pushing her skirt up around her waist and staring down into the furry slit of her pussy. The juices ran out of her cunt now and puddled on the desk top. The man didn't seem to notice the mess being made. He was too far gone in lust to worry about such inconsequential things.

He shoved his hips forward and the side, of his prick pressed into her cunt lips. He moved up and down using small, quick strokes. The side of his cock pressed between the pussy lips and pressed hotly into her tenderest flesh. She sighed and leaned back, supporting herself with her hands.

"Fuck me. Don't worry about getting me hot. I'm already there. I need that cock inside my cunt, fucking meeee!"

The tip of his prick duelled with her clit. The lightning bolt of searing desire that raced through her shook her to the core. The teenager was robbed of speech for a moment the impact on her senses was so great. When he started rubbing his cock against her tiny clit, she came.

She felt as if she were having an epileptic fit. Her muscles locked and she shook like she was cold. But there wasn't anything cold about the feeling inside. She burned brightly. Her cunt convulsed and shivered with desire. And her cunt pulsed and throbbed against the man's cock, begging for even more attention.

The clitoris was her most sensitive organ. A man could get her off simply by stroking the tiny bud of erectile flesh. But having a man's prick doing the job was superb! She came and felt the sexual tensions mounting inside her for still another climax.

She reveled in the sensations blasting through her body. She shook and trembled like a leaf and then moaned out, "Stuff your cock in me. Fuck my cunt hole! I need the fucking!"

She got it.

He lifted her legs up even more, tipping her back. This exposed her gaping cunt to the direct plunge of his cock. He surged between her pink scalloped, cunt-juice-soaked pussy lips. He felt as if her cunt swallowed his prick whole. Instantly surrounded by hot, clutching female flesh, he gasped.

"What you got buried there? I feel like I've just fucked into a vise!"

She tensed her cunt walls around his long pole of hot cock. Then she used a trick she had been practicing. Rippling her muscles gave the man an erotic massage the entire length of his cock such as he'd never known before. The alternating bands of pressure and soft caressing cunt flesh tortured him to the point of coming.

She felt his cock begin to expand. She wasn't an expert on fucking, but she knew what this meant from past experience. Relaxing her passionate grip on his pecker, she told him, "Fuck! Fuck me as hard as you can. And don't you dare come till I tell you to!"

The feelings of power inflated her ego. Her entire body felt lighter, more alive than ever before. The teenager was hard pressed to tell if this was from the power she held over the teacher or if it was simply due to the heady fucking going on. It didn't matter. She felt better than she ever had before in her young life.

"Drive it in till it hits my tonsils," she cried. "I want to feel it! Really feel it as you fuck meeeee!"

"Ungh!" the man grunted as he shoved hard and fast into her pussy. He ground his crotch feverishly into hers, the need rising in his own loins. The man could hardly keep the jism from flowing. The lead-heavy load in his balls had long since come to a boil and threatened to spill out. He had to use every bit of his control to prevent a premature ejaculation.

But, damn, this was one hot and tight cunt! He could hardly believe it was the same one he had fucked so many times. She was turning into a virgin-tight cunt and he didn't know what brought about the change. Nor did he really care as long as he could sheath his cock in the warmth and wetness of her quivering cunt.

"Ride me harder!" she demanded. She wasn't even sure what she was saying now. Her tits rose and fell heavily, bouncing around until she thought they might fall off her chest entirely. They were pendulous and filled with heavy blood. The nipples pressed lewdly against her thin blouse, erect and hot and like tiny marbles.

Most of all, her puffy cunt lips had tuned into rigid flaps of skin. The lightest touch of his cock sliding into her cunt past them sent electric sparks of desire through her belly. She reached down and pressed her fingers into her twat lips on either side of his cock. This intensified the sensations inside her cunt.

She came. The girl squeezed down hard on her pussy lips and trapped the cock inside her juicy, fiercely hot cunt by contracting the walls of her fuck tunnel. She shuddered and moaned and came again. The intense feelings died down a little, then built anew inside. She knew she could keep this fucking up all night long before becoming too exhausted to continue.

Not so with Mr. Marrick. The man fought hard to keep his cock from exploding in wild release. He fucked with strong, steady strokes. He felt the friction between his cockflesh and her cunt walls mount until he thought he might sear his prong off. The intense heat from her cunt lit the fuse of his prick. It worked back along his fucking length and found his balls. The jism begging for release there managed to evade even his iron control.

He spewed out his creamy wad into her hungrily gripping cunt. The hot rush of his come caused Candy to shriek and thrust her pussy down into his crotch as hard as she could. The teenager found she couldn't get enough of his impaling spike of cock to satisfy her. She fucked herself as hard as he was fucking her. She came, but it didn't make her feel good all over.

By the time she was ready to try it again, she felt the cock melting inside her gooey cunt. The fucking tool fell from her cunt lips and hung limp and wasted between the man's legs.

He panted harshly and wiped the sweat from his face. "You're one hell of a hot bush, kid," he said.

Candy felt angry. He hadn't satiated her. Her desires still worked theft evil magic on her guts, making her hornier by the minute. If anything, he had only added fuel to her sexual needs before leaving her cunt.

"I've got homework to do, Mr. Marrick," she said suddenly, pulling her skirt down and jumping off the desk. She turned, saw the tiny pool of jism and cunt juice on the desk and smiled. Candy bent over and licked it up, every single drop. And before the man could say anything, she left.

CHAPTER NINE

"Yaaaaah, oh, ohhhh, Tony, you're so big inside me. I can hardly take it!" moaned Candy. She clung fiercely to the youth's strong body as he pumped hard back and forth in her cunt.

"Tell me about how tight it is," he grunted. "It's your Goddamn cunt. It's so small it clutches at every inch of my cock. Never felt anything but virgin pussy so tight before!"

He fought back his come and failed. His prick spilled out the man seed into her greedy pussy. He felt as if a hot mouth had fastened all around his cock and sucked the jism from his balls. Not until he had been milked of every single precious drop of his come did her pussy release him. And he wasn't sure that she let go because he couldn't give her any more.

"Oh, ohhh! That was good, Tony, damned good. But then with you it always is." She kissed him full on the lips. For a moment, he didn't respond. Then he seemed to melt.

She pressed her tongue into his lips and dragged the pink tip from one side of his mouth to the other. Her tongue raced out and collided with his before beginning a hide and seek contest that went from his mouth into hers and then back again. When she tired of this, she sucked his lower lip between her teeth and gently chewed.

He moaned for her to stop. She didn't. She had the power over him, too, and Candy meant to use it to the fullest. Her tongue caressed his trapped lip while her teeth gnawed passionately at it. When she sensed it was beginning to get puffy and swollen, she released it and kissed him hard on the mouth.

Tony pushed her away and said, "Whenever a chick gets like that with me, she wants something. What is it, babe?"

This was one of the things she loved about Tony. He was nobody's fool. He knew she wasn't putting out for him right now because of her own horniness. That was certainly a big part of it, but she wanted a favor he might be able to grant her. The more she had thought of Mandy and all that her twin had done to her, the madder she got.

Mandy had always been the outgoing one in the family. She had shone socially and Candy had to be content with hiding in her sister's shadow. No longer. But Candy had used Mandy as a front to get what she wanted and she now discovered that she couldn't get away from the impersonation. No one, even Tony, would believe she was Candy. They knew Mandy was the sort of girl they all had fun with, who had fun with them -- it wasn't Candy.

Candy wanted to be on her own, being her own person. As long as Mandy was around she couldn't do it.

There was a lot more, of course. The humiliation Mandy had caused her time and time again couldn't be lightly pushed from her mind. The worst time had come when Mandy had tied her down to the bed and fucked her with the vibrator, leaving it in her twat until the batteries died. She had felt nothing but hatred for her twin sister then.

There had to be revenge.

Tony was the way to achieve it.

"I know your club is mighty selective about who gets in. They have to pass a test, don't they?"

"The Monarchs are pretty picky," he admitted. "And the ritual hazing is a secret. Except from other Monarchs and their chicks, of course."

"Of course," she said, nodding. "And I'm your chick, aren't I?"

"Yeah, sure, Mandy, you're my baby."

She almost cringed when he called her Mandy. Candy's resolve strengthened and she knew what she wanted to do.

"You need a chick for the initiation, don't you?"

"You? Hey, babe, that gets pretty rough. We've got ten guys who want to join and all of them have to fuck the same broad. Usually we spring for a whore and who the fuck cares what happens to her cunt after the fifth or sixth guy? You couldn't pull a train that long. I won't let you."

"I don't want to do it, Tony. With you and this, I'm more than happy." She patted his prick, now sleeping peacefully between his legs. She kissed his ear and whispered hotly, "But what if I could supply a foxy chick for the initiation? For nothing? Would you get off on that?"

"Sure."

"Even if it's my sister? My twin sister?"

"Hey, we don't go in for rape or anything like that. But if she wanted to do it, yeah, I'm interested. But that cock teasing bitch? Don't think she would go for it."

"She doesn't have to go for it. You pass her around to all the guys. Maybe I'll join in. No matter what she bays, I'll back you all up. Who would believe a twin sister would lie to protect a gang of guys?"

"You must hate her ass a bunch to be willing to do that. But, yeah, she's a damned fine looking chick. But then, she looks like your mirror image. She'd have to be something special, wouldn't she?"

"Yeah," Candy said, feeling his hand moving along her cunt lips. She parted her legs in wanton invitation as she worked out all the details in her head. If Mandy said anything to anyone, she'd end up in more trouble than ever. Everyone knew what a slut Mandy was. Everyone knew what a sweet young thing Candy was.

Candy would be the one saying nothing had happened. Mandy would be the one claiming rape by ten guys or more. Candy almost laughed out loud when she realized how perfect this scheme for revenge was.

"Mandy, could you come outside for a second? I have something I want to show you," called Candy from just outside the door. She knew that Tony and his friends were waiting out near the street and couldn't hear what she was saying to her twin. She had purposefully worn a bright red sweater to guarantee they didn't get her confused with her slut of a sister, Mandy.

"What do you want, Sis?" asked her twin, coming out. She smiled broadly. This was working out even better. Mandy was primly dressed and looked like a girl-woman, not the kind of whore she actually was. Candy didn't have the slightest idea why Mandy had chosen tonight to dress up like a little doll, but she wasn't going to knock it.

That just meant fate was being kind to her in the search for real revenge on her damned twin sister.

"Out near the street."

Candy led the way, her ass wiggling more than ever before. She didn't care if Mandy saw and mentioned it. Candy considered it part of her new image, an image that would gain a lot of confidence tonight seeing her sister degraded and abused by a rough gang of teenaged boys.

"Who's there?" Mandy called out. "Oh, it's you, Tony. I haven't seen you around in a while. How're they hanging, stud?"

Tony laughed and said to Candy, "Your sister's trying to be one of the gang tonight, isn't she?"

"She's trying," Candy admitted. The confused look on Mandy's face was worth any amount of money to Candy. Candy was suddenly the one on the inside and all she was doing was standing on the outside looking in.

"What is this, you two? I didn't even know you knew my sister, Tony."

"Shit, yeah, me and Mandy are good buddies, aren't we, Mandy?" He pressed close to Candy and planted a juicy, demanding kiss on her lips. From the way they kissed, it was obvious it wasn't merely a friendly kiss -- it was the sort one lover gave another.

"Huh?" Mandy stood stock still, stunned. "I don't know what's going on here, but damn it, I'm Mandy. This is my sister Candy."

"Sure, babe, sure," said Tony. "How would you like to take part in the Monarchs' initiation ritual tonight? Out near the old shack on the east road?"

"I've got other things to do, thank you," she said primly. For a second, Candy was a little confused. She might have been the one to say that. This wasn't the Mandy she remembered. Or was it? Was it that her own outlook on life had changed so much that her sister now seemed the prim and proper one to her?

Candy laughed loud and hard.

"Listen, dipshit, I don't know what's going on here, but I'm going to tell Mom and Dad if you don't... hey!"

Strong arms circled her waist and lifted her kicking and screaming into the air. A gag went between her teeth and fastened firmly behind her head. She tried scratching and this only caused her hands to be bound securely with a short piece of rope.

"Don't worry, Candy," said her sister, "this is going to be fun. Think of all the cock you've been missing, and think how you're going to catch up tonight."

"Does she know what the initiation is?" asked Tony. "Or does the idea of fucking ever enter her sweet, virgin head?"

"I think she does know something about gangbangs," laughed Candy, enjoying the frightened look on her twin's face. The more Mandy struggled, the tighter the ropes became on her wrists. Soon, she resigned herself to glaring at her twin and wishing her dead.

The rough ride out into the deserted country was spent in the backseat of Tony's car, one of the initiates to the Monarchs driving. Candy loved the sensation of having Tony's cock buried balls deep up her tight pussy and the car rattling along the dirt roads. Tony didn't even have to fuck back and forth to let her get off. The motion of the car did it for him.

She came, her pussy tensing around his prick.

"Shit, baby, this is too much. Can't keep fucking you like this if I want to take part in the ceremony with your sister."

"Hmmmm, what's it?" Candy said, her brain still dreamy from the climax that had coursed through her body. "Whatcha talking about?"

"The president of the Monarchs has got to be the first one to fuck the bitch we have staked out. In the rules. If you wear me out before we get going with the initiation, I'm not gonna be much of an example for the others."

"Hmmmm, that's too bad," Candy sighed, her arms circling his neck and puffing his face to hers. Eager lips worked against his until his resistance melted.

"Ah, fuck," he said and then began to really fuck her. His prick slipped in and came out twice for every bump and roll of the car. The driver craned his neck to see the heavy action going down in the back seat. When he found he couldn't watch and drive at the same time, he pulled the rear view mirror down into position where he could.

Their fucking didn't quite fog up his mirror, but it came close.

They finally arrived at the initiation site. Over two dozen Monarchs and their girlfriends were already there. The initiates stood in the tight cluster to one side of the bonfire dominating the center of the clearing.

Tony got out and strode arrogantly into the center, Candy clinging to his arm. She felt a power trip of being Tony's girl. He was the boss and she was tops with him. That made her something special for the first time in her life.

Candy realized she was here only because he thought she was Mandy. That angered the girl even more. Whatever Mandy got tonight from the small group of studs standing around nervously waiting, she deserved. Candy stood up proud and straight and impudently thrust her tits out hard against her tee-shirt. The leaping flames of the fire caught the tiny mounds of her nipples and cast long shadows across her chest. The ample mounds of her tits were apparent and more than one of the girls in the crowd had to elbow their boyfriends when Tony began talking.

"This is the annual initiation into the Monarchs. Now, most of the shit's already been done. We know these guys are cool, but we have to make one last test to be sure."

"Yeah, Tony!" cried one of the Monarchs.

Another shouted, "Let's get on with it! Bring her out and let's fuck!"

"Hey, shut up!" Tony yelled. "I'm talking. Now, these maybe -- Monarchs are good guys but how do they react under pressure? They got to be able to do a lot of stuff without panicking, you know? So, we pose a little test for them. If they pass, they're one of us. If not, maybe we'll cut off their balls because they ain't gonna use them for nothing anyway!"

The Monarchs laughed. The initiates smiled weakly, wondering if they might be speaking with higher voices in a few minutes.

"Get her," Tony commanded. Mandy was dragged from the trunk of the car, still kicking and trying to escape. When she saw the ring of Monarchs, she tensed. She wasn't stupid. She knew exactly why she'd been brought here. She turned pleading eyes to Candy, begging for release. All she saw was a leer marring the lovely twin's lips.

"Strip her. You and you stake her out on that mattress. We don't want her ass getting all chopped up from the dirt."

Candy watched in satisfaction as they stripped Mandy naked and tied her to the ground spread-eagle. She was resting on a dusty old mattress to keep her precious ass out of the dirt, but other than this, they hadn't gone to any great lengths to make her comfortable.

Candy guessed it would get a lot more uncomfortable before the end of the night. She felt a sexual thrill begin inside her cunt and rapidly spread into her belly. The teenager didn't know why the prospect of her sister being gang raped turned her on so much, but it did. It did in a big way.

She was feeling almost horny enough to go and take on the entire Monarchs club herself. The girl pressed closer to Tony and felt his arm tense and then relax slightly.

He whispered to her: "I hope to hell you didn't wear me out. I gotta take her first."

"I'll help you if you can't get it up!" Candy promised. To see Mandy abused and tormented -- like she had been by her sister for so long -- would be rich revenge indeed. Candy would do anything she could to make sure everything went off on schedule.

"Line up -- and get 'em up!" Tony bellowed. The initiates shuffled into a line and opened their flies. They knew what was going to happen. Candy felt herself becoming tenser as she watched all those teenaged cocks flip out into the firelight. The shadows moved around the pricks and made them appear mysterious and much larger than they actually were.

"And my chick is gong to get things started!" Tony cried for all to hear. "Now suck it hard, damn it," he said for Candy's benefit.

She didn't have to be told twice. She dropped to her knees and greedily thrust the cock into her mouth. In less than a minute, Tony's prick was jerking into full erection. She licked and sucked and lapped at it and didn't want to stop. Tony had to push her away, laughingly saying, "She can't get enough of my cock, the sex-hungry bitch!"

Candy sat on her haunches and then watched Tony go to the bound and gagged Mandy. He looked down at her as if she were a piece of meat hanging in a butcher shop and dropped to his knees.

Mandy couldn't believe this was happening to her. She tried counting the number of cocks that had raped her and lost track around fifty or sixty. This was when she began silently cursing because her twat was starting to froth and flow with lust oils. Her cunt was playing the traitor to her personal desires.

What confused the teenager the most was the role her naive, stay-at-home twin was performing. It seemed as if she had taken over Mandy's position with Tony and had used it against her. Mandy didn't know what to do about this gang bang. The best she could do in this tied up and spread obscenely wide position was to try and enjoy it. That way she could rob her sister of some little pleasure seeing her tortured in this bizarre fashion.

She closed her eyes and began thinking nothing but good thoughts. This wasn't really a gang rape. It was a fucking by the longest lasting, hardest cocked stud in the world. Each time he gave her a few more thrusts and built-up her desires a trifle more.

Soon, the teenager was gasping for air around the thick gag in her mouth. She wished someone would take it out but knew this wasn't likely as long as Candy was impersonating her. She arched her back and much as she could and made sure she shoved her pussy down into the incoming prick. Squeezing down with her pussy muscles, she managed to get an extra jerk and twitch out of most of the fucking cocks.

"God, she almost made me come!" one of the studs said.

"First one gets his balls cut off!" cried someone else. Mandy wished all their balls would be sawed off and nailed to the nearest tree. She kept her eyes closed and reveled as much as she could in the sensations being built up in her cunt.

They were up to nine strokes each when she managed to get the first guy off.

She felt his prick swell inside her and she gripped down with passionate fury. His cock bucked and then exploded. She felt the hot rush of his come watering the insides of her ripply walled cunt.

"You're out, Stan!" cried a couple guys in unison. "Shit!" was the only reply she heard because the next stud mounted her and shoved his prick all the way in, complaining, "I hate sloppy seconds!"

She hated him. But she still gave him the best pussy caresses she could. Her hot, tight sheath of cunt collapsed around his prick and gripped hard. He had to work to get his nine strokes in. The next teenager to fuck her didn't last but five hard, long, swift strokes.

Mandy's entire body was beginning to quiver. She tried to hold down the waves of lust consuming her totally. She couldn't. This many guys fucking her one at a time robbed her of all sensation except that growing by leaps and bounds inside her twat.

She came hard. The next three to fuck her also blew their wads into her tight cunt hole. She continued to moan and thrash around, unable to control herself. Being tied down had some compensations. She could be as wild and uninhibited as she liked. Nothing in the world would get her loose and cause her to writhe around so much the prick slipped from her sucking pussy.

By the eleventh round, only two were left, both of them complaining about the come filling her cunt. She hated them with an intensity she hadn't thought possible, but they were only unwilling dupes in this gang bang. The real villain of the piece was her twin sister. Mandy wanted to get even with that girl, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized the barrel Candy had her over.

Who would she complain to about being gang raped by ten men? The police? Her sweet, oh so innocent sister would lie through her teeth and announce her slut of a sister had asked for it. Or she might lie through her teeth and say it never happened. Mandy's pussy lips were bruised and swollen, but with her reputation around school, there wouldn't be any problem finding a dozen guys to confess they had fucked her within the last week.

And Candy would be sitting pretty -- probably on Tony's prick -- no matter the outcome. Mandy was had. She was fucked over in more ways than one. She had to go along with this and try to enjoy it the best she could. It was the only compensation she was likely to get.

The next stud stayed on her for fifteen strokes before he blasted out his sticky, hot come into her filled-to-overflowing cunt. The last of the gang mounted her and fucked wildly, the others chanting as he approached fifty. Sixty and Mandy was lost in a sexual wonderland she couldn't have achieved with a man staying any less. By seventy-five strokes, she had come twice. By eighty her cunt was so sore she was crying in pain. By ninety, she wanted to die from the agony and the humiliation of being fucked like some tied up animal.

He came at ninety-four strokes. She couldn't even remember what his face looked like. The sex had long since blurred her vision. The fucking had made her ache all over and she was hard pressed to even remember who she was.

"Good going. You're all members of the Monarchs now."

Mandy let out a tired sigh of relief her ordeal was over.

"Now it's my turn!" said Tony.

Mandy stiffened again as she saw him approaching her, his prick jutting upward at a jaunty angle. She had to withstand still another fucking!

CHAPTER TEN

"The leader of the Monarchs starts this initiation and the leader has to finish it," Tony said, standing above the now frightened Mandy. She was shivering from the fear of what he might do to her pussy. It had been rubbed raw by all the cocks fucking her. She ached in every joint in her body. Being tied down like this had put an incredible strain on her shoulders and hips. Her legs had started to go numb from lack of circulation, as her hands already had. She was as helpless as a human being could be, bare ass naked and at the complete mercy of an entire gang of teenaged hoodlums.

"Can I help?" asked Candy, eager to get into the act. "I want to help you with her!"

Tony looked at Candy and then smiled, slow and languid. "Sure you can," he said. "I think that would be a nice added touch. The leader's chick helping him with the initiation. Women's Lib and all that, you know?"

Candy didn't care what Tony called it. She reveled in the feeling of power she had finally achieved over her twin sister. She was no longer caught in Mandy's shadow. She had come out and into the bright light of adoration all on her own now. She had, proven that Mandy wasn't superhuman, that she didn't possess some magical qualities that made her the way she had been. Candy could do everything that her sister did -- and now she was showing her sister that she could do more.

To repay her for the mental and physical tortures Mandy had heaped on her might take a long time, but this was a big start. If she could degrade her just a little more, and help do it, Candy would be satisfied for the moment. Satisfied, that is, in a mental way. Physically she doubted if she would ever be entirely satisfied. Ever since the day Mr. Marrick took her cherry, she had been close to a nymphomaniac.

She just couldn't get enough sweet loving or hard fucking cock.

"Let me eat her!"

"But her twat's full of all those guys' jizz!"

"Yes!"

The other Monarchs clapped and a few made lewd comments. This caused something inside Candy to respond. She was in the center of the stage now. They were egging her on -- and she loved the attention. The dark haired girl dropped to her knees between her sister's well-spread thighs and looked at the girl's frightened face.

"You did this to me once. Do you remember?" she taunted Mandy. "I figure this is paying you back for a lot of hassle!"

She dropped her face to the matted bush of the girl's pussy mound. The fleecy fur was sticky with the come of ten teenagers. Candy felt a moment's revulsion and then she was licking and kissing the crinkly bush. Her tongue licked all over the thick mat and gently parted the raw, chaffed cunt lips. In a few minutes, her sister's pussy was oozing out a flesh flood of cunt oils. She was turning the girl on!

Candy licked faster, more insistently. She felt Mandy begin to respond sexually to her. The throb of a distant heart could be felt though the turgid flaps guarding her cunt. The delicately scalloped pink inner pussy lips fluttered and quivered in ill-suppressed lust. The frothy cunt was the final indication that Mandy was getting off on this in a way she couldn't control.

The rush of fuck fluids washed some of the jizz from her insides. Candy sucked and lapped up the messy fluid with all her might. Her tongue never stopped. She would drag her rough, pink tongue along the cunt lips and then plunge far into the cunt hole.

A few quick tongue fuckings and then she would leave and go play with her sister's clit. This drove the tied up girl insane with lust.

She pushed her over the brink of orgasm repeatedly using only her tongue. The bound girl had to be feeling disgraced by now. She was being used as nothing more than a toy and she was enjoying it. This pushed Candy's own sick thrills up to the breaking point. She could almost get off just thinking of the shame she heaped on her twin.

Her own cunt was dribbling out a thick flood of love sauce. She wanted a thick, hard cock fucking her from behind as she knelt down and ate out her sister's cunt. Looking over her shoulder, she called out to Tony, "Why not fuck me while I eat her pussy?"

"Can't," came the short answer. "It's got to be her. This isn't an orgy, babe. This is an initiation for the Monarchs. We got to do things according to the book."

Candy thought about that and finally decided he was right. She didn't want to appear too outrageous in front of Tony's gang. They were all sort of straight laced and might get the wrong idea about her. After all, this wasn't any Hell's Angels club. Most of the guys in the Monarchs were firmly middle class and were in this more to be with the gang than anything else. They didn't ride motorcycles or stomp people's heads in for fun. This was a social club and if she got too far off base they might turn on her.

Reluctantly she left her sister's pussy all oozing and tasty and brought herself up to a sitting position. Her eyes widened when she thought of something even more graphic -- and humiliating for Mandy -- that Tony might do.

"Why don't you fuck her tits?" she asked Tony, as he stood towering over both of them. From this position, Candy could see his huge prick jerk and buck with lust. The shadows dancing around it were caused by the dying bonfire in the middle of the clearing. She didn't have any idea how long they'd been here, but it must have been longer than she'd thought. The fire couldn't have died down so much in even an hour.

Her twin sister had been gang raped for over an hour! And she had her pussy eaten out then and now she would get her tits fucked. Candy felt a warm glow inside thinking what else she might be able to do to Mandy. The feelings of total domination made her giddy. She had to control her raging emotions. Candy couldn't tell if they were emotional or mental, they were definitely sexual.

For too long, she had been following Mandy around, listening to her abuse and silently taking it. Her sister had been the great one with the guys. No longer. Candy had shown she could do it, too. And better.

"I think that's a good idea. How about it, Monarchs? Should I fuck her tits?"

The cry that rose up from the group told the story. Tony swaggered over and straddled Mandy's waist. He sat down on her belly and shoved his prick into the deep canyon between her tits. The girl cringed and turned her head to one side. With the filthy gag in her mouth, she couldn't even protest what he was doing to her.

Stopping him was impossible.

"Now how am I going to get her tits closed up around my cock properly?" he said aloud. "I suppose I could ask for some help from the gang."

"NO!" cried Candy. "I'll help you." In a smaller voice, she added, "Please, Tony. For me. Let me do it!"

"Okay. She's going to help me out. All you cock suckers get back and just watch. Or maybe you can start balling your own old lady if the mood moves you to do it."

Candy's hands clamped firmly on her sister's knockers. The smooth flesh under her fingers was warm, smooth. A tremor passed through the ample jugs that the girl realized was stark terror.

Good.

Mandy deserved what she was going to get. And more, if she could swing it. She clamped her hands down as hard as she could on the tits and squeezed. The nipples snapped to attention and throbbed with frightened life between Candy's thumbs and forefingers. The erect nubbins of nipple were trapped and tweaked. The bound girl began struggling against her bonds again and again it was futile. She wasn't going anywhere.

Candy began using a technique like she was milking the girl's tits. She stroked from the base all the way to the nipple, squeezing harder and harder as she neared the pointy tip of the nipple. The harsh breathing of the captive girl told her tormentor that she was getting hotter.

Dropping to her knees, Candy started licking the broad base of the right tit. She circled it with her wet, rough tongue and worked her way up the snowy white slopes to the red nipple throbbing so hard. The nipple was pushed around like a tiny marble of flesh and then she skied down the opposite slope to mount the other tit. Her tongue worked frantically the entire time. She wanted to make the canyon between the girl's boobs as wet as possible with her own spit. That would make the fucking even better.

"Hurry it up, babe. My cock's getting cock," said Tony, still sitting and waiting for her.

Candy smiled to herself. She knew what to do now. She came to the deep valley between her twin's tits and found the heavy log of Tony's prick lying there, waiting. She began licking over it, past the bulbous head, down the veined shaft of cock and finally into the thick mat of his bush. The youth groaned loudly and his hips began tentative thrusts.

He wag ready. Mandy's tits were ready. Candy was ready. They began the tit fucking.

"Uxnmm, God, I never thought it would feel this good, putting my cock against titflesh," sighed Tony. "This is super!"

He shoved his hard prick back and forth a few times to get the real feel of the terrain. Candy tightened her grip on Mandy's tits and forced them together around the thick length of his cock. She held the boobs in such a way that the nipples almost touched.

As Tony shoved to the balls, Mandy gave a little jerk as if trying to unseat him. It had the opposite effect. Tony slid farther up her chest and his cock almost touched her lips.

"Go on," urged Candy. "Suck on Tony's cock."

"Yeah!" chorused the Monarchs, eager for anything at this moment. "We want to see it all!"

Candy reached down and took her twin sister's hair in her hand and pulled her face up to the point where she could brush her lips against the cock. With the gag in her mouth it was hard to do much else. But Candy loved the feeling of supremacy she had now. She could make her sister do anything she wanted.

Leaning down and whispering so that only Mandy could hear her, she said, "I'll take the gag out so you can suck his prick. Don't try to blow the whistle on me or I'll stuff the entire gag down your throat. Do you understand?"

The weak shake of the head convinced her she did know what was going on. Candy pulled the gag out of her sister's mouth to the cheers of the onlookers.

"Now suck!"

Mandy knew she was beaten. She could do nothing else but suck on Tony's meaty cock thrusting into her lips. She licked and tried to shove her tongue into his piss-slit. The idea slowly got into her mind that she might be able to stop this humiliating performance if she got him to come. It had worked -- almost -- with the ten studs gang raping her. She had managed to get them off sooner than if they had been left to taking turns fucking her cunt.

She licked with new vigor all over the purpled knobbed end of his fuck stick. Her tongue swirled under and gave the most sensitive portions the full attention of her mouth love. But it wasn't enough. She felt the cock sliding away, going back through the soft, warm valley of her boobs.

"Shit, she's pulling my come out of me!" moaned Tony. "I didn't think it would be this great. Her boobs closing in on my cock really gets me off in a big way."

He began stroking with powerful, easy thrusts. She felt the friction against her titflesh. It wasn't too bad, she realized. In fact, it was erotic. In other circumstances, she would have really been turned on by it. The contact of a pulsating cock against her tender tits would have been unbearable except for her sister's licking all over the flesh fist.

Even so, the friction of the tit fucking burned away what little lubrication there was to start. But Mandy needn't have worried. Candy wasn't going to be left out. The girl dropped down, still holding the tits pressed firmly together, and started licking. Mandy could feel her tongue on the other side of her boobs, flicking out, lightly brushing her skin and giving the incoming cock all the attention possible. She licked that cock and wettened it. The spit carried through the artificial cunt and greased it enough so that she wasn't moaning only because of the bruised skin.

She was responding to this combination of tonguing and fucking with Tony's prick.

"Please," she pleaded. "Don't make me go through with this. I... I don't want to do it."

"It doesn't matter what you want," hissed Candy. "It's what I want that counts now. Enjoy it, sister. Enjoy it if you can!"

Mandy felt hot, wet lips press into her nipple. The sucking mouth pulled her already hard nipple in between pearly teeth. Candy bit down -- hard. She arched her back and struggled weakly trying to get away. The pain lancing down into her chest was enough to make the teenager cy out in agony. She wasn't used to this kind of treatment. She loved cock and couldn't get enough of it but she'd always drawn the line at pain.

Now she couldn't avoid it.

"Go on and struggle," said Candy in a nasty tone. "I love to see you trying to get off the hook I've planted in you!"

Mandy felt so hopeless that she wanted to die. The way her twin sucked and bit at the tip of her boob told her the girl wasn't going to give up easily. Not content with seeing her gang banged, she would go to any lengths to make sure the humiliation was complete.

Mandy felt that Candy had almost achieved her goal.

Tony fucked slowly back and forth in the clinging heat of the artificial cunt. His prick was entirely surrounded by her softly yielding tit flesh. Every crevice of his cock was stroked and stimulated. The more excited blood that pounded into the girl's tits, the more he felt it.

He struggled to hold in the fiery tide of his come. He didn't want to jet off when his entire gang watched. He wanted to show them he was a real stud. The fact that he'd already fucked Candy several times earlier that day didn't matter. His performance right now, here with the bound girl was all that mattered. They could see this, the other fucking had been away from their prying eyes.

"Suck my cock, girl!" he demanded as his prick shot all the way through the marshmallowy mountain of firm tits and emerged on the far side. The thick glans throbbed menacingly just inches away from the teenager's lips. He jammed his hips forward another inch and she could reach his cock head.

The girl felt the pressure of his quivering balls against the down side of her tits. Even though she couldn't see what was happening there, she could feel it. She caught her breath and forced herself to lick the entire end of his cock until her neck muscles gave way.

Her head banged down against the dusty mattress. She was exhausted by the repeated fuckings and now this tit fucking. She felt her sister begin to lick all over her tits again. The familiar stirrings of lust inside her broiled up and she hated herself for responding.

Candy's tongue worked passionately against first one and then the other of her nipples. The rubbery nubbins were teased and sucked and kissed and lightly bitten. Once Candy bit down so hard the bound teenager was sure she would lose a nipple.

It didn't happen. Candy was only teasing her. Her tongue pressed the nipple down into the soft flesh beneath it until the throbbing heart could be felt though the nipple. When Candy abandoned her boobs entirely, Mandy almost felt deserted and all alone.

Candy loved licking her twin's boobs. It was almost like masturbating in a way she could never hope to achieve. The mirror image of her sister lying bound on the mattress was erotic. And it made her wish that someone would tend to her nipples like she was ministering to Mandy's.

Candy decided to get the most stimulation she could out of this. Her tongue shot down between her sister's tits and Tony's prick. Every time he fucked forward now he had to drag his prick along the side of her tongue. She wiggled the tip and teased him as she had been teasing Mandy's boobs.

"God, I can't take much more of this," he sighed. "The heat from her tits is melting me. And that tongue is robbing me of my control!"

He fucked faster. The friction of cock against tits mounted. He felt the tongue laying the sides of his prick with spit to keep the fucking going. He drove himself all the way in to the slope of snowy white tit flesh again and again until he felt like he was bruising his balls.

The fountain of come into Mandy's face was applauded by the watching Monarchs. This gave the second spurt of his jism even more intensity. He kept coming for what seemed like an eternity. And then he was finished.

Candy licked and sucked and wished she could fix her mouth over the end of that tasty prick. But the sight of her sister getting his come squarely in the face was better than actually tasting the salty jizz herself. She had completely degraded Mandy and put the bitch in her place.

Mandy felt like crying but held back the great big salty tears. To show weakness now would be a sign of sure defeat. But she felt small inside. She felt as if she wanted to die. Candy had broken her spirit totally.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

"Why did you do this to me?" sobbed Mandy. "I never felt worse in my whole Goddamned life!"

"Don't swear," Candy said primly. "And what was it I did to you? I don't remember anything happening."

"You little cock sucking bitch!"

"Yes, I have sucked cock now. And I enjoy it. I enjoy it a lot. Maybe I have you to thank for that, Mandy. You forced me to do these things and now that I find I dig fucking and sucking, I want more."

"Why did you do this, though? What did I ever do to you?"

Candy laughed harshly. "What a short and convenient memory you have, my dear twin sister. You don't remember tying me up and fucking me with a dildo and leaving me that way all night long. Of course not. You were asleep in your bed with pleasant memories of having fucked Mark. That was enough to torture me but you had to go a bit farther."

"I said I was sorry for that. I shouldn't have left you tied up all night long. I apologized!"

"Big fucking deal," snorted Candy. "That was only part of the trouble anyway. I was always second best. I was your sister. I was never my own person. We're twins and everyone thought of you as the outgoing, personable one. They thought I was a big zero, a nothing. No more!"

"You had to impersonate me to get anywhere!"

"But after I started, I could keep up with you. I even went you one better in a lot of cases. Like," she said, savoring the taste of the words on her tongue, "I sucked off Mr. Marrick in front of his entire class. He was livid but he couldn't do anything about it. He ended up thanking me -- I guess I should say thanking you since he thought you were the one who did it."

"No!"

"Oh, yes darling sister, oh yes. That's exactly the way it went down. And I've been busy with Tony for quite a while now. He thinks I'm about the best chick around. He wants me for me, and names don't matter. One of these days I'll get around to telling him I'm Candy."

"I'll tell him!" flared Mandy, grasping at straws. She wanted to get back at her twin and didn't know how. Not now.

"Go on. He won't believe you. He still thinks it was poor, innocent Candy who got banged out there in the woods. I led him into that and I can get him to thinking you might like it again. The people who'd know would think that you'd done it on purpose. Your cock loving ways are well known around the school. Hell, ask Mr. Marrick!"

Mandy was absolutely silent.

"You realize the position you're in, don't you?" prodded Candy. "I've got you where you can't move. You squeal on me and you'll be the one catching all the shit. Candy would never do a thing like that. She's a good girl. Mandy's the whore. Expect anything from that slut."

"Why?"

"I told you. I got fed up with being in your shadow. You gave me an inferiority complex. I've worked that out and damned if I'm not better than you are. I can handle my own affairs, which is more than you could do."

"Bitch!"

Candy only laughed. And slapped Mandy hard across the face. The ringing slap echoed through the room.

Mandy's hand shot to her injured face and cradled her bruised cheek. She ached all over but this was the nail in the coffin that set her off. Mandy launched herself at her twin sister.

Candy was ready for her. She sidestepped and swatted her perky ass as she fell onto the bed. In a flash, Candy was on her sister's back, pinning her to the bed. A quick jerk with a short piece of rope she had by the bed tied Mandy's hands firmly behind her.

"Now the shoe's on the other foot, isn't it?"

"Wh-what are you going to do to me?"

"I haven't really decided yet. Maybe I should go out and seduce Mark. Wouldn't you love watching me fuck your boyfriend? And then I could keep you tied up on the bed and fuck you with that Goddamned vibrator of yours. But the batteries are dead, aren't they? They ran down during the night after you left it inside my cunt."

"Please, Candy, we can work this out. We... we can be more like sisters should be. We can share!"

"Share what? I won't share Tony's prick with you. And you don't have anything I want, not now. I'm me, damn it, and that's the way I'm going to continue to be!"

Mandy was sobbing softly. She realized she had created a monster. She should never have tortured the girl the way she had. It had all been mental cruelty but it had proven to have more effect than actual physical abuse would have. Now she was going to have to pay the price for what she had been doing all these years.

Candy rolled her sister over on the bed and hiked up her skirt. She jerked off the girl's panties in one hard, painful motion. Mandy sobbed louder now. The elastic band of her panties had cut into her tender flesh and left a huge red welt halfway around her belly.

"What are you doing?" she managed to ask amid the tears.

"What I should have done a long time ago," was the answer.

Candy forced the girl's legs wide apart. Her fingers stroked over the smooth skin and she marveled at how much alike they really were. Physically they were so close to being identical human beings that they might have been clones. She pushed her face down into her twin's pussy and licked the entire length of her cunt lips.

Mandy struggled but with her hands tied behind her and pinned under her body, the fight wasn't too productive. All she could do was lie back and let her sister do her worst.

She worried what that "worst" might be.

She found out.

Candy felt her legs at an unnatural angle as she began tongue fucking her cunt. The pressure she felt throughout her tortured snatch was almost unbearable. Her cunt walls were tender and sensitive from having so many different cocks inside her belly. She quivered at even the most feathery of touches. And the hot breath from the girl's nostrils felt like a flamethrower against her bruised cunt lips.

"No, please, don't do this to meeeeee!"

Candy continued tongue fucking her sister. She felt that now familiar surge of power. She was in control. She could do whatever she wanted and there was no way Mandy could ever stop her.

She bit down lightly on one of the turgid, bruised cunt lips. The bound girl almost threw herself onto the floor she reacted so violently. Candy didn't stop. Her teeth raked along the entire length of the pussy lips. The fluids flowing out of the frothy cunt were both the normal fuck fluids and the thin, red fluid of her blood. She was bleeding slightly inside. And Candy didn't give a damn.

Her tongue probed and drove mercilessly into the cunt. She licked up the sauces coming out and rejoiced in the taste of blood. She was becoming a real bitch and enjoyed the sensations of power it gave her.

She moved her lips to the girl's clit. She sucked the tiny organ into her mouth and used her teeth against it. Candy knew the nubbin of erectile tissue had been severely bruised by the repeated gang banging, but this only added to her own pleasure. She could make Mandy squirm as she wanted.

And all with just the tip of her tongue!

She shoved and licked and pressed until Mandy came. The pain set her off as much as the pleasure she gathered from the tongue fucking. She didn't understand why that was true. The pain should have shut her down entirely. It didn't. It aroused her.

She was becoming used to feeling pleasure mixed with pain and was getting off on the combination. She struggled on the bed and managed to shove her snatch more firmly into her twin's mouth.

"Suck my cunt!" she cried. "Give me all that tongue of yours! I want to feel it fucking my pussy!"

Candy gave her sister what she wanted for a few more strokes. Then she let her tongue slide from the tortured pussy. She rose up and said, "My jaws ache. I can't go on."

Mandy was openly crying now. She would get what she wanted most and Candy would deprive her of it. This was cruelty such as she had never come across before. She hated her sister, wanted to kill her and yet loved her for that fucking tongue. She needed that tongue all the way up her pussy!

"I figure you might enjoy eating me out!" said Candy. She hiked up her skirt and presented her gaping cunt to her sister. Mandy's eyes opened wide. She had never licked another girl's pussy before. She couldn't do this.

She found she had no choice. She could either eat pussy or not breathe, those were her only choices.

She ate pussy.

Mandy hesitantly licked along the puffy ridges of her twin's cunt lips. When she came to the deep well of her cunt, she paused for a moment, wondering if she should do this. An insistent jab of the snatch into her mouth convinced the bound girl she should do it. Her tongue snaked out and went sailing into the juicy twat.

The taste of cunt oils surprised her. She had no real idea what they tasted like. The closest she had ever come to finding out had been sucking on a man's prick after he had fucked her.

"That's the way I like it. Keep going!" sighed Candy. She twisted her hips from side to side to grind her snatch down directly into her sister's lips. She wanted the most mouth love the girl was capable of giving. Nothing less would do now. "Tongue fuck me gooooood!"

She almost passed out when Mandy's tongue shot out, cock-hard, into her cunt. The ripples of desire passing though her body took her by surprise. The only real kick she had keen getting out of this was tormenting her sister. Now sexual desire entered the picture. Her sister sucked and licked and tongued her in all the right places to get her hot and ready to fuck.

But she couldn't fuck with her own sister. They didn't have any balls or cock. Or did they?

Candy's thoughts turned to the dildo still resting in the lower drawer of Mandy's dresser. Then she cast that from her mind. Her sister had done that to her. She would seem like a copycat if she tried a move that duplicated something already done. She would have to come up with something new and different on her own.

Looking around the small bedroom, she finally sighted the exact thing she wanted: a flashlight.

Without allowing her sister's tongue to leave her pussy, Candy reached over and picked up the heavy, thick barreled flashlight. She turned it on and felt the warmth spread along the metal casing.

In a few minutes, she knew, the flashlight would be warm to the touch along its entire length. Then she would go to work with it.

Until then, she simply relaxed and enjoyed the wetness of Mandy's tongue slithering up and down her gash. When the bound girl's tongue found her clit, she came. It wasn't much of an orgasm but it took some of the edge off the driving sexual needs she felt inside. Candy had changed too much for a tiny orgasm to affect her much. She knew now that they came in all sizes from the barely acceptable to the ones that rocked her entire body and threatened her sanity with their intensity.

Listening to the lewd noises of Mandy eating her out, Candy twisted around and bent forward so that Mandy thought she might get her cunt eaten out, too. Candy had no such intention. She wanted to be able to see the bruised cunt lips part as she drove in the rough casing of the flashlight.

When Mandy screamed in agony, Candy shoved her snatch down firmly onto her mouth and muffled the cries. She kept her pussy as a gag until Mandy's cunt expanded enough to take the thickness of the flashlight inside her.

Then Candy started fucking her sister with the metal flash. She enjoyed watching the pink and purple pussy lips part obscenely to kiss the haft of the flashlight. It went in and she twisted it around. The girl bucked and thrashed and tried to escape. It did her no good. Her cries never got past Candy's snatch. The girl on top began using a slow, methodical fucking stroke moving the flashlight in and out of the slightly bleeding twat.

"How do you like it, darling sister?" she asked, maliciously. "I think this is a lot better than what you did to me. I'm sure the light will keep you company. A night light! I hadn't thought of that. You can go to sleep with a real night light!"

Candy laughed harshly and then began using the flashlight faster and faster on the slippery flesh surrounding it. Soon, her hands began to cramp from fucking it in and out of her sister's tight sheath of flesh.

The licking along her juicy slash had stopped and Candy realized that her sister was about at the end of her rope. She lifted her hips off the girl's face and stared down at her. A rim of pussy froth surrounded her mouth. Candy bent down and kissed the girl full on the lips, savoring the taste of her own juices.

"Sweet dreams, Mandy. And remember me!"

Candy crawled into bed and was asleep in minutes.

Mandy cried and cried and cried. She hated the feeling the flashlight caused her, yet it was warm and soothing after a while. The light continued to burn and warmed her tortured flesh. She even found herself liking it, after an hour or so. Long after midnight, Mandy began hoping the batteries in the flash were lasting. The warmth meant more to her than any cock ever had.

She finally fell asleep, hating her twin sister -- and wondering if Candy would do this to her again. Mandy didn't understand it, but she almost hoped Candy would. This had been degrading, yes, but it was also excitingly different. And she found she could get off on the pleasure and pain the other girl gave her.

Mandy had found a new dimension, as had Candy. Now all that remained was to explore it with all their hearts and souls and bodies.

THE END

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