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Twins
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Due to the usual considerations (employer, et. al) Captain Hook would
like this story posted anonymously. Please return any comments to
the Ferrous Juggler at [email protected] and I'll be glad to
forward them onto Hook. Enjoy...
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TWINS
You were lying on our bed, gently caressing your groin and your
belly and your breasts. You were smiling at me, with that
typical, inviting smile that I knew very well, after six years of
life together. You were spreading your legs more and more
open. You said to me: "Come here."
I joined you. Started to replace your hands on your skin. You
squirmed, moaning, asking: "Go on, go on, please."
I kiss you and touch you deeply. You bend your body like an arch,
and turn your back to me. You ask again: "Do it, do it, use me
all."
The door opens. You don't pay attention, completely lost in your
pleasure under my hands. A bold, well muscled guy enters our
bedroom. He is naked, as we two are. He kneels in front of you,
on your side of the bed. You try to scream, but my hand stops
your mouth. "It's for you, dear - I say softly - It's a present."
You seem scared, you are trembling. Four hands run now on your
peachy skin. You writhe in a sort of inner pain, seem likely to
weep. My voice whispers through your hair, goes inside you. You
are calming now.
You close your eyes. Four hands treat you. You roll on one side,
then on the other, you open and close your thighs, writhe on your
back, raise your arms, lean your head. You are lost again.
The bold guy lays on our bed. I raise you, and drive your body
over his. You stay your thighs wide on his groin, your back to
his chest. He is caressing your breasts from behind, he raises
your butts and fingers you with one hand. I am on one side. I am
kissing you, and I take his cock in my hand. I am shoving his
hard cock against your pussy. My hand is wet of your juices. You
moan with a new, never felt pleasure.
I lean down, inbetween your thighs. I start licking and sucking
his cock and your pussy. I drive his tip against you clit with
the pressure of my lips. You caress my head. You are going mad.
I push with my tongue his red-head cock inside you. You take a
long deep breath. Then you start going up and down, up and down,
slowly, and slowly, over his strong cock.
Now I stand up in front of you. I take your head within my hands
and drive your mouth to my cock. You start sucking. You suck and
slap an lick, and go up and down, and his hand squeezes your
nipple and his finger shoves into your asshole. And you moan. And
you writhe your beautiful body.
Now I sharply push your body down to the bed. The bold guy stands
up aside. You spread your legs. I enter inside you with a willing
violence. You scream a little. The bold guy goes his ass over
your face and shoves his big cock inside your mouth. You try to
slow him down, to adjust your head below him. He doesn't care of
you. He pushes his shaft deep into your mouth. I push my shaft
deep into your slit. You feel used. You feel a subtle pain. You
feel strangled by these two fat cocks that are roughly fucking
your holes.
Thid rudeness gives you a strange pleasure. You feel a tube
topped at both its openings. You think of two brooks of hot and
white cum flowing into your holes, and joining and mixing inside
your belly.
The bold guy starts moving his hands on my body. We are
facing. We kiss and kiss and lick our skins. Suddenly we pull our
cocks out of your avid holes. We sit on your body. We touch and
caress and draw our cocks. He leans on me, and takes my cock in
his mouth. He cleans all your juicy residues. You start breathing
short. I can hear you.
I see that your hands slide wholly inside your slit. You wide
open it, as trying to tear apart the two lips of your pussy, as
if you wish your body cracked in two halves from your groin. We
stand up now. We continue to touch and to kiss and to suck our
red and hard cocks.
You start saying with a broken voice: "Don't leave me. Please.
Give me your cocks. Both. I am your whore, your slut, use my body
come here fuckin' bastards gimme your cocks fuck me fuck me FUCK
FUCK NOW PISS INSIDE ME FUCK YOUR COCK IN ME IN MY HOLES I'M YOUR
HOT LURID HOLE FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK MY ASS!"
I jump over you and start fucking your slit with a violence that
surprises myself. The bold guy comes over my back, and swiftly
shoves his cock inside my ass. I squirm You feel all this. You
wrap your arms push both our bodies heavily over you. You feel
gasping. I scream over you. He screams over us both. WE TWO are
both ready.
We stand up and come aside you. We spurt two powerful squirts of
white hot cum over your belly, and your breasts, and your
face. Two, four, six hands spread the hot cum all over your
skin. Your body bends and trembles like under a earthquake. You
scream and moan, you are completely mad.
Your body now is couched on the bed. Rolled on itself. You are
lightly sobbing, your head hided inside your arms, your legs
folded to protect your groin.
I go to the door with the bold guy. He laughs. "It was great."
I give him some money. "Hey, hey, it's not enough! I wasn't
supposed to fuck you too...." OK, OK, I give him another bill.
"Great bitch, really. Is she your wife? Great bitch..." He laughs
loudly in the aisle. I give him another bill, and push him
outside. He doesn't understand. Nobody can. I hope you did.
I come close to you, wrap my hands around your body. You are
sobbing louder now. "How could it happen? I feel so dirt, so
filthy whore... It was not me, it was not..."
"Calm yourself. You were great. You have filled your deepest
desires. You wanted our cocks just like we wanted you. It's just
natural, nothing wrong." I kiss you. I kiss your breasts. I feel
the salty flavor of the cum. It's mine? It's his? Does it matter?
I turn your body. I caress you. Your beatiful eyes dropping tears
along your face. I came above you, and push my cock inside you.
You seem to resists, then you open your legs, and put your arms
around my body. You cry again. "Oh, yes, please, yes. Clean me
all, please, come in and clean me up."
I fuck you. I fuck you. I fuck you. You arrive quickly at the
climax. I feel your flesh tighten around my hard cock. It stays a
few seconds. I am still holding. Then your flesh starts sighing
convulsively around my cock. One two three four, then slowly, and
slowly. Before you stop, I restart, shoving inside you with
powerful energy, I point directly at your cervix, I seem to see
it and shoot it as targeting with a gun. One two three four, then
faster, and faster, and I spurt a hot flow inside you. My god!
You are screaming, loudly, like a slaughtered animal. And scream
and scream and scream and it seems impossible to stop. I think
that some neighbor could also call the police...
Then I fall over your body exhausted. You kiss me softly. You
whisper in my ear: "I think this was the wildest orgasm I had
with you in six years of marriage."
After a couple of minutes we fall asleep, in each others' arms.
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