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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!