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CHAPTER TWO

Charity seemed to like Tony.

At least, she liked his cock.

Sometimes she liked it in her mouth and sometimes she liked it in her cunt, but she liked it several times a week. Usually they had sex in the car, but sometimes she came to him in the chauffeur's quarters above the garage. Tony didn't live there, since he had his own apartment in town which he shared with a sexy redhead named Dolly Parker but it was handy to have accommodation on the job, especially when Charity got the urge to do it in a bed instead of in the car. He preferred the bed, himself for one thing, it gave them a chance to get naked and perform a few gyrations that were awkward, difficult or impossible in the confines of the Rolls-Royce.

Charity had offered to visit him in his own apartment but Tony had made a series of excuses. He didn't figure that Dolly would care to have another girl on the premises. Dolly was getting suspicious enough as it was, when Tony came home with a limp and exhausted dick.

Several months passed and Tony was getting his gambling debts paid as he drew a steady salary and was getting his ashes hauled with regularity by Charity, as well as by his live-in girlfriend, Dolly, so everything seemed to be going well for him.

Then came the crunch.

Tony was in the quarters over the garage, putting on his uniform as he prepared to take Chastity to church. The door opened and Charity looked in.

At least, Tony figured it was Charity, for Chastity had never come to his quarters and surely would not have opened the door without knocking.

Or so he thought.

He was sitting on the edge of the bed, just about to pull his pants on, and his big dick was fully exposed. The blonde's eyes flashed as she gazed at that formidable tool. It wasn't hard, at the moment, but even in a soft condition it was an impressive hunk of meat as it dangled over the edge of the mattress, the big knob swinging slightly as he raised one foot.

"Oh, hello," he said.

She had a funny look on her face, "You don't seem surprised to see me," she said.

"Why, should I be?"

"Quite."

"But I don't have time to fuck you now, Charity… I have to take that prudish sister of yours to church."

The girl's eyes were fixed on his prick, just as if she had never seen such a thing before. As if her vision had some tactile, caressing quality, his cock began to harden and swell. Her eyes moved up and down and as her gaze stroked him, his dick came up in a series of jolts. It was just as if she were masturbating him with her stroking eyes.

The girl seemed fascinated by his prick, and by the effect her attention had upon that mighty meaty engine. Like a bird looking into the eye of a snake, she was mesmerized.

The knob flipped up and the rod stood straight out, parallel with the bed. Then it rose up, cranking itself into the angle of rampant readiness.

Tony glanced at his watch.

"I suppose we have time for a quicky," he said.

Charity was so talented with her mouth and her twat that it was perfectly possible to pour a load of jism into her in a matter of seconds, if one chose.

The girl advanced into the room, as if drawn to his cock by some irresistible polar gravity.

Tony stood up and pushed his hips out, offering his big rod to the approaching girl. She tossed her head.

Tony stiffened. In fact, his whole body went as stiff as his pecker.

As she tossed her head, her golden hair swirled, from her neck and her neck was unblemished. There was no identifying birthmark on that smooth, graceful sweep. It was Chastity!

Tony gulped and blushed. Feebly, he said, "Gee, we shouldn't be joking about such naughty things… since we've never done them or anything and you are such a proper girl and… errr…"

But it was too late to squirm out of his predicament.

Chastity's expression changed. The fascination bled from her face as she turned pale, then flushed bright scarlet. Whatever the girl had intended, she saw now that her true identity had been exposed and she could no longer carry out the pretense of being her wanton sister.

"So! I had a shrewd idea that you were doing sinful things to my sister. I thought I could find you out, you monster!"

She was still looking at his cock. Tony was confused and just stood there with his pecker jutting out.

Christ! he thought. I shouldn't have let on that I knew which twin she was… But it was too late. Under her own identity, Chastity had to be chaste.

"I'm going to tell my father!" she said. "I simply will not have a sister screwing the chauffeur on the premises."

"Aw, don't do that," he pleaded. But the blonde twin tore her eyes away from his sightly pecker and dashed from the room.

Tony sighed and got dressed.

Five minutes later Jonathan Anderson stormed in.

"You're fired," he announced.

"I was afraid of that."

"Good Lord, man! It's bad enough that my lewd daughter should be spreading pussy around the country club and the tennis club and society events… I simply will not tolerate having her cavorting with a low-born chauffeur!"

So it was that Tony lost his job. Anderson departed and Tony began to get undressed again, to change out of the uniform prior to departure.

Then one of the twins came in. Tony stared at her and she drew her hair back, revealing the birthmark that identified her as Charity.

"Your father dismissed me," he said. "Yeah, I know. The old bastard shouted at me, too. He's real angry. He says he's going to cut my allowance off and not let me have any money at all. Golly! How can a rich girl find herself some prick if she's got no money? I mean, it's easy for poor girls and common tramps, but for me… It's all your fault, Tony! If you hadn't been balling me…"

Tony could see that the girl was so distressed at the thought that she might have to go cockless that he didn't remind her that the whole affair had been at her instigation.

"You'll simply have to let me visit you in town," she said, "until I find a new lover, anyhow."

"Well?"

"You owe me, Tony!"

"We'll work something out," he said.

It might well be possible, at that. His mind worked quickly. Now that he had no job, he figured that Dolly would have to go to work and that he would be able to bring Charity in while Dolly was out and thereby get two shifts going.

The girl was mollified. She was rather a selfish little bitch and was not concerned that the chauffeur had lost his job, as long as her supply of dick was still available.

And speaking of dick…

Charity advanced on Tony, who still had no pants on.

His cock had gone limp by this time and was hanging down along his thigh in a big loop. "Not now," he said.

"Now," she said.

She reached out and wrapped her hand possessively around the root of his big, dangling dick.

"I'm not in the mood," he protested.

"You will be," she said, perfectly confident in her ability to inspire the man.

She skimmed her lightly clenched fist up and down his fat shaft a few times. The big rod began to tighten spasmodically and the head started to swell and flush.

Tony might not be in the mood, but his cock was. That willful warrior paid no heed to the desires or emotions of the man to whom it was attached, none whatsoever. It had always been a self-centered pecker, a hedonistic wad of meat, every bit as selfish as Charity… and as greedy.

It rose in her hand. She skimmed up and down, just brushing lightly over the stalk with rhythmic strokes and that hunk of pork rose and spread out until it was standing arrogantly before Tony's belly, the bloated head extended up in front of his breastbone.

Tony groaned.

Charity nodded to herself, satisfied that her manipulation had aroused the fellow to a degree where he would not be able to refuse to service her.

She stepped back and started to undress. Tony watched her. His cock, like a periscope, also seemed to be regarding the sexy nymphette, as if her body were an enemy convoy into which it would soon launch its fleshy torpedo and its explosive semen.

She crossed her hands behind her neck and pulled her light summer frock over her head. She wore no bra and panties. She never seemed to be wearing underwear, in point of fact, since she always wanted to be ready to fuck at the drop of a hat. She tossed the dress aside and posed before the man, letting him admire the nubile curves of her naked body.

She had firm, thrusting tits capped by big, stiff nipples. Her waist was narrow and her hips supple. Her legs were long and smooth and shapely and her ass was pneumatic. Her pubic thicket spread out in a honey-blonde wedge at the base of her torso. As Tony looked at her, she spread her trim thighs and jilted her pelvis forward, so he was able to see between her legs. Her cunt was wet and parted, the pink lips unfurled so that the slit had spread into an oval slot, and that slot was flooded with cunt juice.

Tony had changed his mind.

It wasn't a bad idea to have a last fuck before he vacated the premises, he figured.

After all, most of his duties on this job had been servicing this nymphomaniac and it was only fair to give her a fuck in lieu of notice.

Charity turned through a full circle, letting him admire her from all angles, showing him her taut, heart-shaped ass and giving him a look at her pert tits in profile before she faced him once again. Then she moved towards him.

Tony started to step back to the bed but, reaching out, she took his dick in hand, holding him where he was. His prick throbbed in her fist. She was smiling now, happy at the moment regardless of what deprivations the future might hold, as long as she was holding a handful of cock.

She pushed her trim belly out and began to rub his cockhead against her belly button, rolling the big, purple nugget back and forth across her loins.

His prick was so hot that it seemed to burn into her like a branding iron, stamping her with the mark of his lust.

She sank gracefully to her knees before him. She touched his cockhead against her nipples, moving it back and forth between those stiff tips. Then, leaning forward, arching her slender back, she placed his stalk against her breastbone and cupped her tits around it with both hands. His bloated balls jammed to her stomach and his long dick rose up her torso so that the knob rested in the hollow of her throat. She squirmed, rolling against the rod. Tony began to hump gently, fucking her between the tits. His knob slid in and out of the soft cleavage, running into her throat, then disappearing down between her soft mounds, only to come squeezing out again. Charity gurgled with pleasure as she rubbed against him. She tilted her face down, her eyes blazing with passion.

As his big peckerhead came squeezing out from between her breasts, she pushed her hot tongue down to meet it, lapping at the cleft tip joyfully.

Tony thought she was of a mind to drink some cum, and tried to slip his dick into her mouth, but Charity intended to enjoy only a fleeting taste of cock this time. She tongued his knob happily for a few moments, then rose to her feet again. They stood face to face.

The lewd girl pushed her belly out, trapping his rampant dong between them. The big rod carved a furrow into her soft tummy. She purred happily, feeling how big and long it was and knowing that soon that distended prick would be stretching just as far up her belly – on the inside.

She rose onto her toes and pushed his cock down so that it stuck out parallel with the floor and at right angles to his torso. Then she mounted it as if it had been a gymnast's bar. One knee hooked up and her creamy crotch settled onto his cock. It was not at the angle which made penetration possible. Instead of being aimed up at her hole, it ran along her cunt lips and the bloated dickhead pushed out behind her legs and under her ass.

She squirmed on it, tightening her thighs and rolling her belly against his.

She held his balls cupped in one hand and, reaching behind herself with the other, she commenced to finger his knob with deft, thrilling caresses.

Tony bent and sucked her nipples into his mouth, sucking on them in turn, enjoying the preliminaries that came before the coupling in store for them.

He kissed her neck. She tilted her face to the side. It occurred to him that he had never once kissed her on the mouth. Perhaps she considered him too lowborn for such an intimacy, he thought.

But he didn't give a damn. If a girl was willing and eager to kiss his cock, he didn't figure that normal kissing was all that crucial.

Her thighs tensed and relaxed as she rode the fat parallel bar of his dong. Tony slipped a hand into her crotch alongside his prick.

He began to trace along her cunt lips with his fingertips and rub her fiery clitoris with his thumb.

Charity began to pant and moan at the sensation. Her cunt lips unfurled further and a heavy flood of cream washed out onto his hand.

It was time to fuck.

Charity threw her arms around his neck and drew herself up as far as she could, balanced on the very tips of her toes. His cock no longer pressed down by her seated crotch, elevated like an artillery piece finding the range. The smoking knob slipped into her juicy gash. Her cunt seemed to drag him in by suction.

Tony cupped his broad hands under her ass and heaved the slender girl higher upon his body. She tightened her arms around his shoulders, pulling up, and at the same time she threw her legs up and hooked the backs of her knees over his hipbones so that she was completely off the floor and clinging to his body like a monkey shinnying up a tree.

His knob was inside her twat. His stalk stood out between them like a brace, helping to support her weight… a bracket fitted to the shelf of her loins or a rack upon which she could hang her hairy hat.

He lowered her slowly. Her thighs relaxed, allowing herself to descend. His thick pecker pushed slowly up into her steaming hole as her haunches slid down.

Tony lowered her inch by inch, savoring each added millimeter of the penetration. Charity squirmed happily around on his cock as it penetrated further and further up her slot. Her cunt lips were clinging to his stalk and her hole had already started to clamp and milk at him as her talented cunt muscles started to go to work on the welcome penetration.

He was jammed in to the hilt, with his loaded balls pressed tightly to her crotch and the full length of his cock buried in her pussy.

They held that full penetration for a long moment as Tony thrilled to the sensation of having every inch of his pecker imbedded in hot, clinging snatch and Charity savored the joy of being stuffed chock-a-block full of fat prick.

Her hips twisted from side to side as she rotated her cunt around on his spike.

Then he began to lift her up and down.

He hauled her up until only the tip of his dick remained in her hole, then let her cunt slowly settle back onto the rod. Her arms and legs aided him as she pulled up and down. Her tits rubbed against his chest, the nipples fat and taut and flailing as they brushed over him. Her skilled pussy was milking him, the interior muscles tightening in sequence so that a consecutive series of rings softly closed around his stalk and massaged his cockhead as it went in and out.

"Oh!" she gasped. Then, "Ooooooh!" as she began to smolder and steam with the rising thrill.

His cock was running its full length across her turbulent love bud with every thrust and the thrill spread out from her belly and coursed like an electric current through her whole being. Her cunt was melting like a wax candle around his hard wick. Even her brain seemed to be melting as the psychological thrill of fucking kept pace with the physical sensation.

Cunt juice poured from her hole, pumped out by his tightly fitting plunger and running down onto his balls. Ribbons of cream trickled in ivory rivulets down his taut thighs.

He banged up hard, hooking his prick into her like a one-horned bull ravaging a matador.

Charity squealed.

"Coming…" she wailed. "Coming now."

Tony felt her pussy turn to cream as the orgasm ripped through her with volcanic intensity.

He slammed her up and down on his dong, thrusting up as her crotch descended. She wriggled, her snatch clinging to him and milking his dick as if she possessed a mouth inside her belly, her whole limber body had started to vibrate.

Tony was trying his best to hold back, but now she was melting so he let himself go.

His thighs trembled, but not with her weight. They trembled as his bones turned to water and the crest of sensation swept through his loins and burst in his balls. He shot a creamy wad of cum straight up into her hole.

His seminal geyser struck into her womb with such force that the girl felt herself lifted on the stream, as if she had been standing astride Old Faithful when it blew.

"Come, come, come!" she cried. "Pour all that thick spunk into my hot cunt, baby."

His knees dipped. He slammed in and up and blasted a second great gout of cream into her as her pussy melted around his dong. Her whole box seemed to have liquefied as the cunt juice flooded from her, mingling with the heavy dosage of jism that Tony was adding to her climax.

He shot a third wad up her cunt, and then a forth.

Drained, he clung to her, staggering.

Charity continued to wriggle and squirm on his cock as she worked out the final spasms of her climax.

Tony wobbled to the bed and sat down, then fell back. Charity perched astride him, still mounted on his pecker, a contented smile brightening her face.

"Wow," she said. "Am I gonna miss you!"

"It was all your sister's fault," Tony said. "I know," said Charity, nodding. Since she had taken his cock into her mouth, the nod served a double purpose, asserting her agreement and, at the same time, sliding her lips up and down his stalk.

His cock had diminished somewhat following the titanic orgasm he spilled up her twat, but it was still semi-tense and the girl saw no reason why she should not suck it up nice and hard all over again. Once it was perfectly hard again she could decide if she wanted another fuck or if she would rather suck him off. That bridge she would cross when she came to it and she never worried about such decisions, for her mouth was every bit as hot for pecker as her pussy was.

Tony watched her lips unpeel up and down his stalk.

His cock was hardening effortlessly under such skillful oral manipulation.

"Damn my sister," Charity said, removing her lips from his cockhead to speak, then slipping that tight collar right back over the tasty knob.

Her head moved up and down steadily.

Tony's balls had been drained but he was a potent fellow, the big sac began to fill again. His cock expanded and hardened until the bloated knob filled her hungry mouth to the brim and, as her head rose up, her lips were dragged almost inside out around that broad rod.

Tony stroked her head. She smiled around his pecker, keeping up the rhythmic head bobbing.

He said, "You'd better stop… unless you want a mouthful of cum."

"Hush," she whispered.

Tony hushed… and stiffened. Then he moaned as he fed a load of boiling jism into her mouth and throat and sighed as the voracious cocksucker gulped it down with relish.

Grinning with cream-coated lips, Charity said, "Actually, I feel sorry for my sister. Poor old prude. She's a virgin, I think, and she doesn't know what she was missing."

But Chastity Anderson, although a virgin, knew exactly what she was missing.

She knew because she was looking in the door!