David Crane
Turned on twins

CHAPTER ONE

Tony Langford was one of the few people who could tell the Anderson twins apart. Tony had worked for the Andersons as their chauffeur for several months and, after a week or so, he had discovered the secret that allowed him to differentiate between the two twins. To the uneducated eye, it was nearly impossible to tell Chastity from Charity Anderson the teenage girls had identical faces and equally superb bodies. They had long blonde hair, big blue eyes and wide, sensual mouths. Both had pert, thrusting tits and taut asses shaped like inverted valentines and long legs that seemed destined to be hooked happily around a man's humping loins as he plowed into their juicy snatches. They were both trim and lithe and nubile. Their voices had the same husky timbre and the same expressions flashed across their mobile features when they spoke.

Tony had discovered two ways to tell them apart.

Charity had a tiny birthmark on her neck, usually hidden by the cascade of her golden hair but visible when she tossed her head or had her hair tied back.

That was one way.

The second way was more subtle. If one of the twins happened to be sucking on his cock, it was a pretty fair bet that it was Charity.

Chastity was a virgin, determined to save her precious cherry for her wedding night.

Charity was a nymphomaniac.

Tony often pondered the illusive matter of their names. Not a man given to much speculation, he nevertheless wondered if Chastity were living up to her name by remaining chaste, while Charity was giving pussy away liberally to any man who needed some. She was the despair of her family, naughty little Charity, giving out cunt with both hands, while her virgin sister was the pride of her mother and father.

Tony was not a moral fellow, but even he had been shocked by Charity's bold and brazen nature. He had only had the chauffeuring job for a week before he found the girl going down on his dick.

He had been driving her to the tennis club. "Pull over for a moment, Tony," she said. Dutiful and obedient – and needing the job badly, being a gambling man constantly in debt – Tony had drawn off to the side of the road as she requested. Charity eyed him coolly and speculatively.

"I'm Charity," she said.

"Yes, Miss."

"It's important that you learn to tell my sister and me apart, Tony. We're quite different."

"You certainly look the same."

"I know. But a mistake could be disastrous."

"Miss?" he asked, not knowing what she meant.

"Because, although we look alike, we have different ideas on how a girl should behave."

Tony didn't see what that had to do with him. He would, after all, merely drive them around.

"Chastity is a prude," she said.

Tony blushed.

"You're a very good-looking guy, Tony," Charity said, gazing at his crisp, curly black hair and the firm line of his lean jaw and then, slowly, letting her eyes move down his body.

"Unlike my sister, I like men," she went on. Tony squirmed uncomfortably. He was a potent man and when a girl talked to him that way, and looked at him like that, he usually got a hard-on. He was afraid he might get a hard-on right then, and that would not be seemly for a chauffeur. He really needed to keep this job until he could settle his gambling debts, for his bookmaker was threatening to have his legs broken if he didn't pay up. If his dick started to rise, it was obvious that Charity would notice it because she was staring right at his crotch.

"Understand?" she said, smiling.

Tony was, starting to sweat.

"You'll be late for your tennis lessons," he said.

"Screw the tennis lessons," she said brightly. "I'm more interested in getting a service from you than I am from the tennis pro… whom I've already had."

Tony gulped.

Sure enough, his pecker started to rise.

Charity giggled when she saw the effect her behavior was having on the chauffeur.

His cock had been stretched down along his thigh and as it hardened and fattened it pressed up a great bulge in his trousers. Trapped down the pantleg, it was unable to lift to the normal angle of a rampant prick and, instead, struggled as if trying to burst the seams and tear the material of his pants and surge up festooned by shreds of cloth.

"Oh… interesting," the nymph whispered.

Tony figured he had better get out of that situation before he made a mistake. He put the car into gear, but Charity reached down and placed her hand on his writhing prick, moving along the stalk as if it, too, were a shifting lever and she were putting his loins into high gear.

Tony froze.

Fiery waves of desire sped from his cock and balls and filled his belly; his mind erupted with lusty passion. He tried to tell himself that he must not risk losing his job – but then he found himself rationalizing. This lewd daughter of the family intended to have him, no doubt of that, and if he resisted her he might alienate her, and that might possibly be a graver danger to his employment than if he allowed her to have her way with him.

He took the car back out of gear, his hand trembling as he moved the lever.

His cock was trembling, too.

He turned the ignition off.

Charity smiled happily. Then she opened his fly.

The lusty little nymphette was in no hurry. Although she was obviously starving for dick, she did not rush to attain it, enjoying the thrill of the expectation and the slow, lingering build-up.

She unbuckled his belt and drew the end free. Her hand stroked the belt for a moment, as if she were using it to get her wrist limbered up for the cock stroking hi store. Then she unbuttoned the button atop his fly and began to pull his zipper up and down teasingly. She drew it halfway down, then pulled it back up, staring all the while at the writhing outline of his pecker as it raged along his thigh.

Inch by inch, she opened his pants. She spread the flaps back in a triangle, exposing his lean belly at the tops of his thighs. He wore nylon briefs and his big cock was stretching the nylon out from his belly. Charity slid her fingers under the elastic band and pulled the briefs out from his belly.

Freed from restraint, his prick came up from his leg, stirring sluggishly at first, and then snapping up along his belly. The knob slapped against his trim torso.

Charity tugged down the briefs and tucked the elastic band underneath his swollen balls so that, the whole of his formidable sex tackle was bared.

"Oh, my!" she cried. She was impressed and showed it. For a moment she didn't touch him, simply gazing in fascination at his huge prick and bloated scrotum.

Tony's dong was sizable and shapely. His balls were swollen like over inflated balloons and pressed up by the elastic band fitted beneath them. From those bloated balls rose a shaft as hard as stone and as thick as the girl's delicate forearm. The shaft was seamed by a fat dark vein that ran up the ventral stalk, pulsing and throbbing, and then blended out into a delta as it merged with his knob. The great, bivalved peckerhead flared out from the rod, a bulging wad of purple meat that made the girl's mouth water.

"Oh, that looks awfully tasty," she murmured, in her rich girl's modulated accents.

Tony was rapidly losing his shyness and reluctance. She might be the boss' daughter, but she was also a sexy young blonde who had just taken his prick out.

"Be my guest," he rasped.

He hiked his hips up, lifting his iron-hard dong.

"Would you mind if I sucked it for a while?" she asked, with a smile that implied the question was rhetorical.

"Not at all," he said.

She still hadn't touched his naked dick. Now she cupped one hand over his balls and lifted that heavy sac as if she were weighing it, trying to gauge the magnitude of the creamy load that was lurking inside that hairy bag.

She squeezed gently.

Her other hand slid over and she flicked her fingertip lightly against his cockhead, at the sensitive point where the thick vein spread out into the flaring crown. The contact caused his knob to surge and his stalk to ripple. His eyes narrowed and he began to breathe heavily.

The girl enjoyed his reactions.

She folded her first around the root of his prick and held it steady for a moment, the fat rod soaring from her small hand like a war club.

She pumped him up and down a couple times. His cockhead surged out like the head of a hooded cobra preparing to strike.

She was leaning over his dick, her face only inches above the bulging helmet. Gazing down, Tony could see her face in three-quarter profile. Her features were contorted into a mask of pure depravity. Her blue eyes were narrowed and her sensual lips were parted and the tip of her pink tongue slid along her lower lip. Her golden hair drifted to the side.

That was when he first noticed the little heart-shaped birthmark on her neck.

But he was not interested in birthmarks or means of identifying this lewd twin. Not at the moment. He was interested in her tongue and her mouth.

He placed one big hand gently behind her head.

But she tossed her head, shaking him off. She wanted to guidance from him. She intended to drink his dick in her own good time and was savoring the preliminaries. Tony took his hand away and waited impatiently.

Charity pumped his prick up and down a few times, squeezing his balls with the other hand.

The cleft parted, gaping open.

"Ooooh," she murmured, as she saw a drop of preliminary spunk bubbling moistly in that parted opening.

She glanced up at his face and found him staring intently down at her. She smiled wickedly.

"Would you like to come in my mouth?" she asked.

Tony tried to answer but his vocal cords seemed as tight as his cock. He could only gurgle wordlessly, causing her to giggle. He nodded his head up and down.

"Ummmm? Shall I drink all that thick, hot jism? Shall I swallow your cum, Tony?"

"Unnghh," he croaked.

She pushed her tongue out, so that the pink tip was quivering less than an inch from his cockhead. That big purple slab had begun to smoke.

"Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," she sighed. Then she began to tongue his knob. Charity used only the tip of her tongue, at first. She fluttered it against his peckerhead, curled it around behind the glans, lapped and laved lovingly all over that swollen wad of tasty meat. She was holding his dick by the root, pulling the skin back tautly so that the knob flared out in a big wedge as her nimble tongue slipped and slid all over the succulent morsel.

She paused from time to time while she savored the meaty flavor of his dickhead on her tastebuds, then, inspired by the delicious taste, began tonguing with even greater vigor, relishing the succulence of his dong.

She was drooling down his rod, saliva glistening as it trickled down the fat stalk and pooled on his balls.

His prick was vibrating like a tuning fork.

He pushed upwards, trying to slip the head into her face; as much as he was enjoying the thorough tonguing she was giving him, he was eager to bury his smoking cock in her hot mouth and fuck her in her sexy blonde head.

Charity fitted her lips to the tip of his cock. She kissed the end, her lips parting slowly around it, then, pushed down. She took his knob into her mouth millimeter by millimeter, her lips slowly opening around the thick lump. Tony was groaning and Charity was sighing with the pleasure of slurping in a mouthful of thundering cockhead.

She pushed down lower, taking the whole knob into her maw, and began to suck steadily on it.

Her checks drew in hollow as she sucked, then pushed out as his expanding cockhead pressed into the soft flesh, first on one side and then on the other.

Her tongue continued to flutter as she sucked, her nimble lips sweeping back and forth against the underside of his knob and sliding up and down the stalk.

"Ummm… yummy…" she sighed, the word muffled on his cock so that he felt it as well as heard it, the moist syllables indented in his steaming meat.

She sucked merrily away on his cockhead for, a few moments, then fell to work in earnest, her head bobbing up and down as if she were ducking for apples in a barrel. She took his knob right back into her throat while her pursed lips slid down the stalk, then slurped fluidly up until only the tip remained in the unpeeled collar of her lips. She repeated the process, going joyfully up and down on his burning stick with rhythmic strokes.

Her tongue was bridged so that his prick was riding over that hot, wet carpet as it ran into her throat. Her cheeks pulled and her lips dragged and her hot breath billowed down his stalk and wafted over his balls.

This girl was a talented cocksucker, no doubt of that, and her skillful work was rapidly bringing Tony towards the crest of sexual sensation.

A drop of spunk oozed from his cockhead and ran onto her tongue in an oily spread.

Charity gasped, then moaned as she felt that savory drop tingle on her tastebuds.

She let it slide around on her tongue, then swallowed it. It burned like fine brandy as it ran down into her belly, making her hungry for more of the fine stuff.

"Come," she whimpered. "Give it to me, Tony… give me all that precious, lovely jism."

Her head flew up and down greedily. Tony began to fuck up into her face, humping his ass up from the seat as he drove his spike right back into her willing throat. As he thrust up, her head descended on his rod. As he sank back, she slurped up his cock, sucking adoringly through every inch of his tasty joystick.

Tony moaned, then gasped.

The heels of his chauffeur boots, drummed against the firewall. His jaws clenched, his fists knotted and his toes curled.

"Gonna… blow…" he gasped. "Yes, yes, yes!" she wailed, ravenous for his hot wad.

Her face slid all the way down and she took the head of his throbbing pecker into her gullet.

Then his balls blew.

Tony cried out with the thrill.

His balls erupted and the hot, thick sap pushed up his tube and came boiling from the tip, filling the girl's cock-starved mouth to overflowing with his burning cream.

Charity gasped as she felt her mouth flood with spunk.

But she never missed a stroke.

His hot geyser had filled to overflowing and quicksilvery cum was pouring from her pursed lips and streaming down his stalk but the greedy girl was gulping down the delicious nectar as fast as she could and sucking for more at the same time. Her head rose and fell, her lips pulled and she slurped every drop of his creamy culmination from his cock and balls in half a dozen mighty eruptions.

Whimpering, Tony, slumped back into the seat.

"Ummm," she sighed, and she continued to go up and down on his dick until she was certain that she had milked out every last drop of cum from his balls.

As her lips pulled away, his knob popped out like a cork from a bottle. His prick was starting to shrink now, deflated by his powerful orgasm. Charity looked wistfully at it. She was the sort of girl that sadly regretted the softening of a dick.

She used her tongue to gather up a few stray droplets of spunk that had escaped her mouth and had come down onto his balls. She licked his knob so clean that it glistened. She licked her creamy lips. Then she delicately wiped her mouth on a lace hanky and put his cock back in his pants and zippered him up.

"Thank you, Tony," she said.

"Errr… thank you, Miss."

"You'd better take me to the tennis club now. I'm already late for my lesson."

Rather bemused, by the whole thing, Tony started the ear.

Charity was prim and proper for the rest of the trip.

And that was how Tony discovered the way to tell which sister was Charity arid which Chastity.

The next day she blew him again.