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http://www.incesttabooo.com/gemini.html
THE FURRY TWINS
3. Gemini Secret
I was 41 when I met Nicki and Amy Williams. I can t
tell you which one I met first. They were identical. Both
were 5 foot 3, about 125 pounds. Both had dark brown hair
styled in a medium length athletic-looking cut. Their eyes
were wide and brown, framed nicely by thick unplucked brows
and dark, healthy lashes. Their cheek and jaw lines were
rather high and squared, hinting at some Plains Native
heritage. Their lips were full, thick and just a little
puckered. They were proud of their 36C+ breasts which were
punctuated by very prominent tan nipples. Their complexions
were olive and their skin smooth and soft. They had playful
smiles and button noses turned up just so. They were 28 at
the time, one single, one divorced, both fearless and full
of adventure. Whichever I met first, it happened in an
elevator in one of those forgettable highrises in downtown
Chicago. I had finished a difficult round of business
negotiations and was emotionally wrung out. It was a little
after 7:00 p.m., a little warm for late May, and since I was
from Seattle I hadn t yet adjusted to the time difference so
I was frankly headed back to the Plaza for a good night s
sleep. I locked down our office, loosened my tie, and
strolled to the elevator hall.
I pushed the down button, and waited alone. The
elevator arrived. The elegant brass-trimmed door opened
with a chime, and I walked in. There she was, wearing a
lightweight navy blue wool skirt, but she may as well have
been topless. I honestly cannot tell you today whether it
was Nicki or Amy. What I will never forget is that she was
wearing a dark blue pushup bra underneath a light blue
chambray shirt that was unbuttoned to her navel. The shirt
was wide open from her lean, athletic-looking neck, and
loosely trussed down the front in a V , to where the tucked
in shirt met the waistline of her skirt. While the flowing
edges of the V covered up enough to allow for imagination,
her cleavage was in plain sight, and the tips of her nipples
and the rims of her very large, dark brown areolae
surrounding them peeked through at me from the cups of her
bra.
She smiled gently, almost shyly at me. I smiled back,
hiding neither my fatigue nor my surprise. We traded eye
contact. I felt that her browns were undressing my greens.
As the door closed I moved to stand beside her, and looked
down again at the alluring shapes staring back from beneath
the light blue shirt. She not only caught me green eyed and
blushing, she turned toward me, arched her upper back, and
tossed her head and shoulders back a bit to emphasize the
show.
The car began to move. She kept up the eye contact,
then softly said, long day, huh? I smiled back, and
replied, yeah, all of that... you, too? She took in a
breath, lifting her chest another bit closer to my eyes.
She searched me again with her eyes, let the breath go with
a little sigh, then froze me with a devilish grin as she
said, no, mine s just beginning...
The car was beginning its downward streaking. I got on
at the 61st floor; she had to have come from one of the
twenty or so floors above. There were about 15 more to go
before the car went to express mode, and I was no longer
aware of the motion. She was.
She pushed the button for the 40th floor. The car
stopped, just in time. She reached for the stop button,
pulled it and froze the car in its place, door closed. She
did not push the alarm button or appear anxious or busy at
all. She matter of factly turned to me again, began to undo
the clasp on the front of her bra, and asked: Have you ever
had a blowjob in an elevator?
I was speechless, but not without some sense. I
reached for her, took her hands in mine, and pulled her
closer to me. I took the clasp into my hands and finished
freeing the twin mounds that were fighting to get out of
their pushup prison. Her nipples were already erect, as if
they were little muscles she could exercise on command. I
massaged them with my thumbs and watched them grow even
harder and larger in reply. I was getting hard and large
myself, and my wool trousers were bulging with six and one-
half inches of thick cumfilled cock that hadn t been
properly exercised for nearly a week.
I started to whisper (what or why I have no clue); she
shook her head, nono, and shushed me by bringing her
unpainted, short nailed right index finger to her naked
lips. She then stuck that and her right middle finger in
her mouth, made a sucking face at me, then pecked me on the
lips with her fresh sucked fingers. They felt warm. They
were wet and tasted salty. She smelled a little sweaty,
with just a hint of floral soap.
I lifted her breasts toward my lips and moved to taste
them but she gently stopped me. She put her hands on my
chest, and subtly pushed me back against the rear wall of
the car.
Once she got me against the wall her hands quickly
found my belt, my buttons, and my zipper. She took off my
suit coat. She unzipped my trousers, and filleted them
open, but did not immediately search me out. Instead, she
rubbed me with both hands while she returned my front rub
with one of her own. She slowly rotated her chest against
mine, while she nipped at my neck and shoulder muscles with
her sharp front teeth. She stopped now and then to grab
ahold of one or another of her breasts and rub them
strategically on my hard body. I am 5 foot 9, 175 pounds,
with no serious flab, and even with a shirt on my muscles
felt and responded to every probe her erect nipples made
into me.
She licked me through my shirt, then took patches of it
into her mouth and sucked and chewed the white cotton. I
could feel her hot spit wetting through the cotton T shirt
underneath to my skin. When she went for and got my tummy
button I suffered an intense shiver of pure pleasure. I was
aching to return the favors, but felt powerless to take
control. She slowly squatted to her haunches and then
lowered her head toward my throbbing crotch, leaving me
alone to watch her go to work.
When she was at eye level with the bulging knot in my
pants, she reached in and found the fly in my cotton briefs.
I was so hard it was tricky to do what she wanted, but when
I figured out what she was up to I helped. I reached inside
my unbelted trousers, and stretched my briefs to allow her
to pull my cock out through the fly and from there to her
anxious mouth. My cock's head is large for its length, and
she took a moment to look at it, to nibble (YES she used her
teeth), and then to get it good and wet. She actually
drooled on the head and rubbed it in with her palm. She was
obviously trying to get me as hard as possible, and she
succeeded nicely. I tensed and grew taught from the intense
friction and spontaneously shivered again until she stopped
wetting me and began her attack.
She took my right hand and put it on the hardened stem;
she plainly wanted me to help her out. I began to move the
swollen tool over, between and through her lips, against her
teeth, and, when her tongue responded, I held the head still
for that, and slowly stroked the hard, tendony stem to pump
it up some more for her.
I reached for the back of her head with my left hand
and began to tug and scratch at her hair and scalp. She let
out a beautiful whimper, leaving no doubt about her response
to a little force.
She then took me deep. I began to pump her mouth and
throat, but again I was too selfish. She reached around
behind me, grabbed my well muscled, tight little ass and
spiked it with one of the more powerful two fisted squeezes
I have ever enjoyed. She didn t want me to pump her;
instead she wanted to pump me. She pulled me into her
throat and held me there. I felt her tongue moving all the
while, darting around my shaft which was now thicker than I
ever imagined it could get. She actually stuck out her
tongue from beneath it, and used the little beast to lick
and tingle the top of my tightening balls.
I felt like I was getting milked. She somehow sucked,
stroked, licked and wet all of me at once. I swear I felt
her esophageal muscles undulating as she pulled and pulled
and pulled for my cum to flow. Once she pulled me out to
look at her work. A long, thin stream of opaque saliva
mixed with precum joined us, stretching about 3 inches from
her open lower lip to my wet, shiny head as she pulled back
to peek. It made me throb even more to watch her looking at
me. Her gaze was fond, and her drool made her look hungry.
My feelings were intensely aroused by her image.
She then decided to finish me off. This time she took
me in short, shallow strokes. She sucked my head with
powerful lip muscles; I saw them flexing and twisting to
manipulate every pull. Her cheeks hollowed from her
sucking me off, but the real job was done by her lips and
tongue. Her lips pulled, sucked and squeezed around the
circumcised ring that cleanly divides my head and shaft.
Her tongue was magic; it flicked and darted and licked me
clean, catching every drop of precum that was starting to
rise and flow into her mouth. Her left hand held my balls,
and she deftly squeezed them with her fingers to force my
juices home. Her right hand was wrapped around my shaft, to
keep control of the action. She also stroked me some, as if
she knew that would force even more semen into place for the
grand finale.
When it happened I tried to warn her, but got nono in
reply (that short head shake again), and I let go with a
week s supply of Furlover s finest in her mouth. She took it
all, swallowed some, spilled a little, and then introduced
me to a new pleasure. She jacked all of me into her mouth.
She made a point of getting it all. She used her fingers to
mop up my milky fluid that had spilled from her lips to her
chin. She looked up at me a couple of times, and flashed me
that devilish smile to make sure I knew that she knew I was
watching her finish her work. Then, she stood up and kissed
me.
She opened her mouth and shared my cum and her saliva
with me. She used her tongue to pump it through my lips,
little bumps at a time of the still warm, sticky juice she
had saved and stirred up in her mouth. I shared it
willingly. To my surprise it tasted great. A little tangy,
but on balance quite sweet, not unlike my favorite pussy
juice. Our tongues met, rubbed one another, and passed the
precious fluid back and forth while our lips gently nibbled
at one another with real emotion.
When it was over, and I had regained some composure, I
asked if I could see her again. I asked for her name, a way
to reach her. She gave me a business card with a Denver
area phone number. It had two names on it, first names
only, Nicki and Amy, Personal Flight Attendants. When she
told me she was Amy I believed her, and thought nothing of
"Nicki", whoever that was. I also gave her my card.
Furlover, Writer. I invited her to call me as well,
anytime. We made no more talk. She piloted the elevator to
a safe landing, and I went on to one of the more restful
sleeps of my life.
I dated them solo four more times in June and July,
1991, before I found out they were twins. It was not until
a hot July afternoon in a wilderness meadow in the Olympic
mountains that I caught on that they were sharing me. It
happened this way.
Our early summer dates were just as inventive and
rewarding as our first elevator ride together. There was
one big difference, however. I got to play as well, and
they willingly took turns sharing the lead with me. We
played roles without saying so. Once we fucked each other
to sleep in a one room cabin next to the railroad tracks
that still carry freight trains throughout the night down
the Deschutes River valley. We came over and over again,
and must have drank a half pint or so of each other's cum
before we were done. Of course, we shared it each time, and
tried not to waste a precious drop. This obsession led to
another, however, as the same night we quickly learned the
pleasure to be found from licking up each others mess (or
our own if it worked that way). It became an unspoken rule
that if I came in her cunt I had to suck it dry, then share
it with her tongue. When she came on me, she would lick me
clean and return the favor. We went to sleep joined more
deeply and intimately than Siamese twins, and awoke the same
way.
Another time she took the lead, this time in a motel
near the Denver airport. She was rough, demanding, and I
quickly learned it was ok to submit to a bitch in that kind
of heat. Better to cower in submission and serve her
thoroughly than to suffer her anger. I figure that she had
planned to dominate me all along that day, as she brought
with her a bag full of her personal toys. The bag included
some leather thongs, champagne in small personal sized
bottles, and some handy implements to keep me in line. She
tied my hands behind my back, and teased me to erection with
her hard little nipples, which she rubbed in circles on the
head of my cock until I was ready to burst.. When I
protested, or made like I wanted to join her, she prodded,
poked, stroked or scraped at me with one or another of the
little tools she had at her quick reach. I submitted
finally in response to tugs on a leather ring she tightened
against the base of my engorged stem, to which she attached
a choke leash to make sure I properly followed her orders.
Her teasing was not limited to taunting my body. She
also played with my mind, without remorse. She made me sit
on my knees in front of her while she sat spread eagled on
the bed and masturbated herself with the business end of one
of those personal sized champagne bottles. I got and stayed
enormously hard watching her masterful play on herself. I
admit I learned by watching her expert coordination as she
thrust the bottle in and out, varying the depth and power of
her strokes, wiggling it in all dimensions to achieve the
maximum contact with the proper nerves and muscles. After a
bit she began to massage her clit with the middle and index
fingers of her left hand while she continued to use the
magic bottle with her right. She worked up a beautiful
sopping climax that she spilled out on the edge of the
bedsheet, only a few inches from my helpless, salivating
mouth.
She saw my agony and finally decided to give me a
reward for waiting her out. She put together a small pail
of ice and made me submerge my hard cock in it for a few
moments before she finally allowed me to put it in her
mouth. When I did, SURPRISE!!! She had a mouthful of ice
and champagne, and it seemed like she was trying to freeze
my hardrock for posterity, to use whenever she wished. That
afternoon, every trick she played was also a treat. If I
did not know before where the line exists between pain and
pleasure I came damned close to learning it all that long
afternoon.
Thus, you see, the stage was set for me to catch them
at their game when it was my turn to take the lead. In
early July it got hot, and we went back to the cabin by the
river. It was an old one room railroad cabin that a buddy
of mine and I bought to use as a fish camp. We learned
early on it was more fun to fuck than to fish, however, and
took turns inviting special lady friends to the old place.
It had no power or running water. The river was 50 feet
away from the front door, the tracks only 25 from the rear.
The sound of the river blended exotically with the smells of
the fresh grasses and mint that wafted up on the evening
breezes. The place was not only old and rustic; it was flat
out alive with erotic stimulants.
When Amy (or Nicki) was there the first time it may
have been the most spiritually fulfilling sex of my life.
Nothing we did went wrong. We explored the universe of oral
pleasures with each other and were on the same page together
from start to finish. I was determined to take her to a new
level this time, especially since it was my turn to
dominate.
When Amy (or Nicki) joined me for that second time at
the cabin, we paced ourselves during the hot afternoon. We
walked the rails above the river. We watched the river
rafters float by. We slept in the grass and sun for awhile.
And, even though we were naked the whole time we only
touched and talked, as friends would. Once again we were on
the same page; we were both saving our sex for the long,
dark night.
I waited til after dark to start in on her. Before
then we ate lightly, a couple of small barbecued trout and a
wildflower and dandelion green salad dressed with pine nuts
and a trace of vinegar, oil, and wild mustard seed. We
rested on the porch, inhaling both the last touch of
sunlight and the briskly freshening mountain air. When it
was too dark to see each other from aside on the creaky
wooden porch, I went inside and lit an old railroad lantern
and a couple of candles for light. The flickering shadows
in the cabin were deep and foreboding as I snuck back out
through the sunbleached pine screendoor and grabbed the back
of her hair with my right hand, and gagged her mouth with my
left.
I raised her from her seat that way, and marched her
slowly through the door into the shadowland that waited for
us inside. She resisted a little, but again we were
together in this, and she sensed it was her turn to take
what was coming. When I began to tie her to the ancient
iron bed with a used dusty rope that smelled of sweat from
the several horses it had bound in the past, her nipples and
areolae were already bulging out of their little sockets,
and beads of sweat were forming on her cheeks and thighs.
I wasted no time getting her ready for the taking. I
was rough, dominant, and nasty from the start. I tied Amy
(or Nicki)up, binding her wrists together, hitched about 18"
apart. I then anchored them to a single point on the
headpost iron of the rusty sprung bed. I did the same with
her ankles and the footpost iron, but hitched them about 2
feet apart so she had room to writhe and roll. She was
trussed in a two point restraint that way, and could roll
over and over, or sit up doggie style on the hard stuffed
mattress, but she could not get away.
I then began to tease her mercilessly. I massaged all
of her with apple scented oil. I took care to rub her
firmly with my calloused fingertips, and used my nails to
rake her back, her chest and her thighs. I mixed long and
short strokes with circular rubs, and made sure there was
plenty of slippery fluid in the creases between her legs and
her breasts. I thoroughly stroked her ass and teased it
with my thumb, which I soaked with oil and easily poked in
and out of her bung in shallow thrusts that got her to
writhe for more.
I got raw and hard from massaging her private parts. I
decided to use my loaded cock to up the teasing ante. I
paid her back for Denver by jacking off in front of her
face. I watched her eyes get teary as she whispered,
please, for a chance to have it for herself. At first, I
denied her anything but a look at it. Instead of letting
her have it, I worked up and shot a huge load on a red anjou
pear I had kept on ice all day. The hot milky semen covered
the pear and filled the small cave I had bitten out of it in
front of her. I set the cumdrenched pear on a pillow just
out of her reach and then began to tease her some more.
I stroked myself hard again, and then rubbed the tender
but swollen head against, and shallowly in to, every
available crease, cranny and hole. I got more forceful. I
pulled her hair for attention, bit her neck to keep her
mentally aroused, and made her twist and roll to offer
herself to me, on my terms. She was breathing in short
little spurts, and was smelly with sweat and female body
juices. I decided next to give her a little reward for
being so compliant.
I told her she had been good, and that I was hungry.
She had to feed me. She must spread her legs and knees,
keeping her hands and arms behind her head as she lay on her
back in total submission. I began to eat her breasts,
starting with her areolae, which I nibbled and bit tenderly.
I took a mouthful of each breast, using my lips and tongue
to suck for food from them. I went from there to her navel,
where my tongue continued its feast on her salty skin. From
there I licked my way slowly and dryly down all the way to
her pussy lips which were by then thoroughly soaked and
smelly.
I sucked her off, twice. The first time she writhed
and bucked and shrieked with joy. The second time she
fought to get free, but I insisted she stay helpless to
complete the payback for my submission to her in Denver. I
tightened the knots and took up some of the slack in the
rope at her wrists and ankles. I wrapped my 34 brown
leather belt around her neck to control her fight. When I
was sure she was completely under control I made her spread
her legs and went to work again on her beautiful pussy.
She was still remarkably juicy. Her hairy bush was
soaked with sweat and cum. Her pink spot was warm and
throbbing. Her ladycumm was clear, and it dripped freely
from the pulsing hole between her legs. I sucked up some
more and made her watch me deposit a slow drooling mouthful
on the red pear on the pillow which still harbored my own
pool of semen. I went back to the foot of the bed and
stroked myself hard again with my right hand while holding
the end of the belt in my left. I made sure she was
watching. Her eyes were watery and she made mewing whimpers
which I correctly interpreted to mean she was demanding
MORE.
Her pussy was framed by a full, dark bush. Her lips
were one of those genetic wonders, wet pink on the inside,
but rimmed with a black stripe on the edges. Her lips were
rather loose, and you could suck a mouthful without unduly
stretching her muscle. Her clit was a wonder in itself.
Much like her nipples, it grew large and firm in response to
my tongue. It was sensitive, of course, and seemed to have
a life of its own when it was properly engaged. I did so
with my lower lip, stiffening it just enough to slightly
brush and suck the baby clit as it began to grow again. I
conjured up some saliva, and added my juice to hers, to
lubricate the now full lump for yet another exercise. I
used my tongue to complete the treat. I flicked it rapidly
across the muscular lump, and varied the pressure by subtle
amounts to keep her intensity raging.
When she was ready I took my hard cock and began
rubbing its head against her clit. Back and forth. Up and
down. Around and round. Then I began to flick it quickly,
back n forth, upping the ante ever so much more.
Then, I pushed it in a little, and felt her tunnel
muscles flex on me in response. She squeezed hard, then
began to squeeze and release, squeeze and release. Her
tummy muscles undulated with each squeeze, and I could tell
she was working hard to make sure each squeeze was delivered
with a muscular punch. I pumped her slowly, in and out in
short strokes, using my head to massage her clit on the way
in, and to bore around her tunnel once there and on the way
back out.
Her whimpers got louder. She began to gasp in high
pitched OH!!! s and AAHHH s , with an occasional YESSSS!!!
or another brave cry. I upped the ante some more, began
thrusting deeper and quicker, now withdrawing only about 2/3
of the way on each stroke into her seamy pulsating valley.
I leveraged each downstroke with my thick shaft, making sure
it rubbed hard against the almighty clit on the way down,
promising it more, harder, and juicier friction each time in
and out. I held her knees for leverage, and to keep her in
an obedient spread. I glanced at her often, to make sure
she was watching and to keep track of her cues for more
pleasure.
She was plainly in heat. Her body glistened with oil
and droplets of salty, steamy sweat flowed all over her hard
working muscles. I too was hot and sweaty. Together our
bodies smelled powerfully vigorous, full of primitive lust.
She began to fight me again, struggling not to get
free, but to barter for more. Her eyes were wet, and tears
dripped down her cheeks. She tightened her facial muscles,
fixed me with a hard, dark glare, and said, fuck me deep
you asshole I want your cumm in me pleassse, pleeeeaassseeee
now you fucker don t stopppp.....
I reached up and slapped her cheek. Just as she had
shushed me the first time in the elevator, I shook my head,
nono, and shushed her with my fingers to my lips. Feigning
anger and disgust at her selfish demands, I forced her to
turn over. I slapped her ass when she moved just a little
too slowly. I forced her up on her haunches and shoved my
cock deep into her dripping cunt, doggy style. I pounded
her again and again. She cried out at first, and I slapped
her ass again to remind her it was still my turn. She
responded by arching her athletic back into me with as
demanding a thank you I have ever experienced. She actually
pounded back into me, and my rod began to ache from the
vicious bending it was taking from us both. I then began
the journey of discovery into the Gemini Secret. I wet my
right thumb and put it deep into her ass.
As hot as our few times had been we had never fucked
each other in the ass. We just didn't need to, just didn't
try, just didn't. When I broke the ice she responded beyond
my imagination. She arched some more, this time thrusting
her bung up at me. I actually saw her flex it open and
close, as if it were calling to me. I heard her begin to
cry and whimper some quiet words. I slowed my thrusts, and
my cock protested as it was almost ready to burst from the
deep fucking that I got from dogging her. To slow the pace
I rubbed her ribs from above and behind her. I took her
breasts into my hands, caressed them and leaned forward to
hear what I feared would be a tearful plea to stay away from
her bung.
Instead she was asking me to ream it. She was finally
compliant, whispering her thoughts as she had been
instructed to do. Her whispers were clear, and laden with
tears. She was hissing and spitting as she tried to get my
attention. I leaned close to her, so I could hear, all the
while staying inside her. She was whispering with a soft
hiss, "my asssss,... my assssss.... I want you to fuck my
ass....please, pleeeeaassssssse." She was in total
submission, not fighting, not scrapping, but begging for the
only mercy she felt important. That her wish was so
important she was willing to become my total slave made a
profound erotic impression on me. I loosened her bonds,
withdrew my swollen post from her loosened pussy and began
to give her what she wanted.
I had no need to wet the tip of my cock in order to
slide it in her open bung. She opened the door for me, and
I fit right in. I was surprised at how much control she had
over her gatekeeper muscle. I not only slid in quickly and
deeply, there was room for more. I remember thinking to
myself that this lady has done this before with someone much
bigger than me. Nonetheless, her ass was warm and slippery
and deep enough to take in all of me.
I thrust deep and she tightened down to fit. She had
tremendous strength, and squeezed on and off to match my
slow thrusts down her hole. I began to rake her back,
again, from her shoulders to her buttcheeks, and grabbed
them firmly to pull her completely onto me whenever she let
up a little.
Her ass was thoroughly impaled on my sturdy rod when I
heard the train coming in the distance.
As the train got closer, our rhythm sped up. I lifted
her butt to force my cock as deep as it could get. Each new
thrust was deeper, held a little longer, and she squeezed a
little tighter than the one before. We both wiggled at the
apex of each deep thrust, to savor the touch and maximize
its intensity. We became acutely aware of only two things
in our universe; the sensational feeling of my cock glued
deep in her ass and the thundering train that was closing
its ground. We could hear its powerful rumble in the
distance, led by 6 jumbo diesels. Those Union Pacific
beasts were pulling a 200 ton monster that was careening
down the canyon at 85 miles per hour on 3 inch wide ribbons
of steel, bound straight for us and our defenseless cabin.
Once again we were on the same page. I imagined the
next few moments were going to be our last. I had no doubt
she also was fantasizing that her end was near. As the
oncoming train got louder and louder the cabin began to
shake. We fucked harder and harder. I swelled to twice my
normal thickness and her ass opened and closed in violent
spasms, spawned by terror and what seemed like insatiable
fatal lust. The ground began to pound. The engines howled,
and the steel wheels ground out a siren's rage as the
monster flew by 25 feet from our door at a killer crescendo.
We exploded together the moment the leading engine roared
past with its cycloptic lamp dead in our eyes as it roared
through the soft curve no more than 10 yards from our joined
bodies. We kept coming as the train rushed on to its own
oblivion. Each blast of shrieking steel brought new spasms
of joy, as our muscles continued to punish one another in
their involuntary, squirting harmony with the passing
freight. As it receded into the dark we collapsed, totally
spent.
We rested awhile. It got a little chilly. I got up,
untied her, kissed her and got out the old wool blanket. I
put out the lantern, left a single candle burning and
returned to the bed. She was awake, and had rolled over on
her back. She sat up on her left elbow, and looked me in
the eyes with a loving stare that I was fond and honest to
return. Then, she smiled that 666'r smile of hers, reached
over to the pillow on the far side of the bed, picked up the
red pear, and took a big, juicy bite, cum and all. Needless
to say, we shared the pearcum snack with each other, and
slept well into the next day.
So, how did this lead to my discovery that they were
twins who had been sharing me all along? It's easy. Two
weeks later, end of July, we decided to go for an overnight
hike into the Olympic Mountains. We had not yet fucked each
other outdoors, and we both thought it would be a grand next
frontier in our amazing friendship. We each packed a
backpack, neither telling the other what we were bringing
along.
We lucked out with the weather. It was warm and sunny.
It was a weekday, and the mountain trail we were on out of
Hurricane Ridge was deserted. We found a meadow that was
high enough for goats but lush enough for humans and decided
to treat each other there.
Needless to say, remembering our experience at the
river cabin, after we exchanged oral gifts and drank each
other's cum for starters, I went straight for her ass. I
brought along a banana that I fully intended to use in one
creative way or another, and some scented olive oil for an
on the spot lubricant. I wetted the end of my dick and let
her jack it up while I knelt beside her in the thick grass.
I coaxed her over, spread her out doggy style, and entered
her pussy from behind. She was wet and willing, as usual,
and seemed to thoroughly enjoy the deep fucking I was giving
her. Next, I began massaging her cheeks with my fingers,
spreading them to expose her bunghole, in order to send her
a clear signal where I was going next.
I wet my fingers with the oil, and, remembering the
river cabin, began working one of them into her bung.
To my amazement, she was tight as a drum. She
flinched, and let out a little yelp as I merely inserted my
first finger into it. At first, I had no clue. She began
to giggle, though, and soon was laughing her head off. Her
eyes were full of tears, not from any erotic impulse, but
from pure laughter. I started to soften up, wondering what
was so funny. Then, she did her nono thing again, shaking
her head, but still unable to keep a straight face. We
uncoupled, and she rolled over and looked at me with a
bright playful smile. "You caught us!", she said, giggling
slyly. I was once again speechless. "I want you to fuck me
in the ass, Furlover", she whispered coyly. "I really do.
But I'm an assfucking virgin. I want you to be gentle and
careful. You're just the right size and just the right
friend to break it in, but I can't pretend I'm my sister
when it comes to buttfucking". I still didn't get it, and
probably because of my dumb look she started laughing at me
again.
"Fur, don't you really get it? Didn't you figure us
out? WE'RE TWINS, DEAR!!! I'm Amy. (Was she really?) You
met me in the elevator in Chicago. My twin sister Nicki was
the one who reamed you in Denver. She told me you got her
back, good, at the cabin last week. We've been taking
turns, sweetie, and we kinda thought you knew.... Are you
o.k???"
I was in shock. We talked it through, though, naked
and free in that meadow. To tell the truth, my good
friendship and feelings toward them became even more close
and erotic than before. Imagine, two of them. Imagine, the
game they played. What an amazing adventure. You bet I
fucked her in the ass that day. That's what a 6 1/2 inch
cock is for. Several times. First, to break her in. I
left a thick gooey white stream flowing from her bunghole (I
came deep and made sure to jack as big a load as I could for
her first time). As it dripped from her beautiful hole I
helped her pick it up with her fingers and eat it. I used
the banana, all right, and ate it when I was done. I fucked
her bung twice more that day, but had to use all of my oil
to keep her lubed and free from pain. She responded just
like her sis. After all, they're twins.
Since then, we have remained the closest of friends.
We participate in sexy computer bulletin boards, and trade
public and private messages to keep the hormones raging. We
enjoy threesomes with each other, an occasional foursome
and, in Nicki's case, a gangbang once in awhile. I can
still tell them apart when its only one on one. All of
which I have recorded for history in Gemini II, Around the
World.
Furlover, April 25, 1995.
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