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Almost Twins (erotic fiction)
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Almost Twins (erotic fiction) Claudette could have been my twin. We had the same raven black hair and brown doe eyes. The same full lips perfect for a coquettish pout. And we had a tight butt -- so nice, God made it twice. Our pussies looked exactly alike, but mine got wet quicker. Especially when she touched it. Claudette was a little taller than me. My cheeks a bit fuller. But we were able to mask our differences by using the same lipstick and makeup. Identical bangs. We even had the same wardrobe. Every called us “the twins” and we delighted in convincing strangers we actually were twin sisters. Every believed. Even me. As , we were inseparable. Her family moved next door when I was . We became immediate best friends. Like me, she was an only , so the idea of adopting each other as sisters seemed inevitable. Over the , we had spent so much time together we could finish each other’s sentences and shared so many private jokes it sounded like we were speaking in our own special code. The first time we fucked started as a goof. We were freshmen in college and Marshall, my first real boyfriend, had become obsessed with sleeping with both of us at the same time. It wasn’t that radical an idea. Marshall had a great body, and Claudette and I had often joked about doing a some. So on Marshall’s 1th birthday, we all finished a bottle of tequila and got on his bed. Marshall had my “sister” and I get undressed. He said it would really turn him on watching us mess around. I had kissed Claudette before but we were always just practicing how to make out with boys. Those sessions were more clinical than erotic. And the few times we kissed while masturbating, we were each wrapped up in our private fantasies. That evening with Marshall, however, for some unfathomable reason, Claudette kissed me for real and my knees buckled. My pussy ached and I could feel the wetness between my legs. Claudette knew immediately. It made her laugh. Marshall masturbated as he watched us explore our bodies. We fondled each other’s breasts and nipples, squeezed each other’s ass, kissed fully and then passionately. I didn’t know how far this would go. I knew I didn’t want it to stop. Claudette must have read my mind. She grinned at me and put her finger in my pussy. I was ready to explode. A line had been crossed. I quivered uncontrollably. Until then I never realized the world could be so perfect. The rest of my life suddenly seemed inconsequential. Her fingers inside me. My tongue inside her. These were the moments to live for. Claudette climbed on me and we sucked each other’s clit until we both came. That night, I realized I was in love with Claudette. When I closed my eyes, I saw only her eyes, which were almost my eyes. Her breasts which were almost my breasts. I masturbated for hours, pretending my hand was Claudette’s hand. It was easy. They were practically identical. I yearned for our next encounter. But Claudette said we should wait for a special occasion. I swallowed my objection and pretended to agree. I thought I knew everything about Claudette. Every private joke, every secret. But for the first time I realized she could be cruel. Didn’t she know how much I wanted her? I couldn’t study or concentrate on lectures. The professors’ mouths moved but it was just noise. Life seemed empty. Fucking Marshall became a chore. It seemed like my sister, my best friend, my true love had been avoiding me. Finally Claudette told me a frat house was willing to $800 if we put on a show for them. I was shocked. The idea had never even occurred to me. It would be humiliating. Degrading. Being naked in front of all those frat boys, my legs spread, my pussy wet and exposed. Each boy fucking me with his eyes as they watched my “twin sister” tongue me. It seemed unbearable and inexcusable for her to even suggest it. These boys were in my classes. I’d have to deal with their knowing looks for the next . Yet it was a chance to be with Claudette again. To feel our bodies pressed together. To taste her pussy. To once again momentarily feel alive. Was there even a choice? At the frat party, Claudette and I drank some 80 proof punch. Frat boys ogled us, anticipating the of us naked and fucking. boy even had an erection. The night before Claudette told me not to wear panties. I obeyed. As I finished my second glass of punch, she stood behind me and lifted my skirt, exposing my ass. She slipped her hand between my thighs. I moaned. Several boys watched. Claudette took my hand and led me to a mattress in the middle of a crowded room. Maybe it was the alcohol, but my pussy was already wet thinking about my twin. My other me, but not me. Claudette thrust her tongue into my mouth. She raised my skirt again, exposing my ass and spread my pussy lips for all the frat boys to see. They crowded around and cheered. Some took photos and filmed me with their cell phs. I tried to ignore the frat boys, and focus only on Claudette. She removed my clothes to even louder cheers. Then she removed hers. We kissed. Our identical naked bodies pressed against each other. Soon her finger was inside me. I could barely stand. We lay down on the mattress and Claudette went down on me. The boys went wild. Claudette got a mihievous grin and beckd of the frat boys over. She pulled out his cock and began to suck it until it was hard and throbbing. She motid for me to join her. I resisted. I had never sucked a random guy’s cock before. The idea seemed sleazy. But Claudette made a game out of it. She’d suck and then present the penis to me as if sharing a lollipop or passing a microph. Her doe eyes beseeched me to along. She whispered into my ear, “I love you.” And at that moment, I thought she did. I put the boy’s cock in my mouth. Claudette worked her hand between my legs and began to massage my pussy. I was on fire and it made me suck harder. Claudette whispered in my ear that the boys agreed to thousand dollars to fuck them. I was horrified. I wanted to object but Claudette was finger fucking me. The pleasure was so intense I couldn’t think straight. I would do whatever she wanted. Whatever she asked. Claudette motid to a frat boy who was hard. She pulled down his pants and underwear, and then got on her back with her legs spread. She motid for the frat boy to enter her. The boy I was sucking ejaculated in my mouth without warning. I could feel the warm stream in my throat. I turned to my twin sister and saw a body identical to mine being fucked by some jock. Claudette gazed at me lovingly and motid for me to lie down next to her. We held hands and I stared at her familiar but unfamiliar face. I tried not to attention as a frat boy entered me. I only looked at my twin. A face which would always be a mystery to me. The frat boys fucked us for hours. Some ejaculated in me. Some came on my face. I clutched Claudette’s hand the entire time. Did Claudette love me that night? I don’t know. She left the next day with the thousand dollars and I didn’t see her again for . There was no forwarding address. No ph number. Even her parents didn’t know where she was. She had simply vanished. When I did eventually see Claudette again, her hair was dyed pink. She had several tattoos. She had the look of a life hard lived. Claudette said she owed some people a lot of . They would hurt her if she didn’t . Claudette asked me to be in some porn with her to work off the debt. She said the men would big to film identical twins fucking each other. Claudette said it would be like old times. A lot had happened to me since that night at the frat house. I was<b> engaged. </font></b>I had a respectable job. Then later, Claudette was at my door, asking me to save her life. To taste her pussy again. Feel her tongue in my ass. To once again not feel al. Was there even a choice? |
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