Surprises
'Well James, you're here, finally, however, you're an hour early', she laughs, when opening the door in bathrobe, after letting me wait in the cats and dogs for what felt like 5 minutes.
'No I'm not, as per today it's summer time, don't you read papers?'
Inga - I had kept her waiting for much longer than five minutes, it's been at least five weeks. Pretended to be on a business trip, leaving her first written invitation unanswered, responding to the next note with a 'someday soon', borrowing the stamp from a Mallorcan postcard I had received. To ignore letter number three again - a recipe just saying 'when, you fool!' -... going out in a nearby town to avoid running into her and getting my inhalers elsewhere. It wasn't until she caught me smoking on my balcony with my twin Julia that I agreed to meet her the Sunday after.
Why? To be mysterious, I guess. To make her want me even more. And because Antoinette and I had just broken up and not in an easy way. To then date my own pharmacist, a Swedish beauty of 40, who I'd been fancying for four years already, seemed poor timing to me. Instead I wanted to give myself some time to get over the whole thing, without discouraging Inga with 'stranded relationship' pity seeking bull sh*t. Start fresh.
The balcony scene confirmed to that from her side it's serious interest, why else shouting 'James, will you visit me next Sunday at 11, you know the address?' while I smoke with the to her unknown absolutely stunner of a looker that my sister is?
'My friend Louise is off to the bakery store, she'll be back in a min. She was supposed to return to Gothenburg yesterday eve, however, no flights there, due to the heavy weather. Have a seat my love, can I bring you coffee or tea?'
The cappuccino is lovely, she says 'You'll have to excuse me for a moment' and there it stops. It stops as in 'everything is upside down all of a sudden, I lay down on her sofa, as sitting up straight is impossible' and that's all I remember.
In hindsight it's easy: the wrath of a proud woman and of course: never trust your pharmacist with your cup of coffee or tea... I had been poisoned by a professional, with sleeping pills. Because I insulted her by keeping her waiting for too long. Or at least: that's the reason that came to my mind immediately.
I lie on the floor, on my back, on plastic. It's cold and I hear traffic, quite far away. There's textile over my eyes. I'm nude and my mouth is dry. My butthole feels strange and my head hurts. My arms and legs, I cannot move them, they are tied. I'm rock hard, but not in a nice way, unnatural and almost painful. I hear an unknown voice speaking in Swedish and then Inga saying 'han är vaken'. In English now, Inga again: 'Did you finish that entire bottle of water, my love?'
High heels on wood, steps approaching me, each foot coming to a hold next to an ear of mine. An index and a thumb on both my nostrils and when I open my mouth for air there's laughter, mean degrading laughter, kind of hysterical, it's Inga doing so... but she's not the one near me, that's the other lady.
Warm water in my mouth, ohhh fuck, is that other woman really peeing into my mouth? With the last breath I still have, I manage to push it out but it keeps coming and with disgust I realize that I'm drinking her pee just to get my mouth free for breathing...
When she's done, she walks away and I gasp for air and fill my lungs fully, panting. 'Like a fish on the dry', the other voice says and both laugh.
'So James. Why do you lie? You've never been to Mallorca. There were no business trips. Sweet Julia told me so, that angelic sis of yours, the other day at the super market. You'll get punished for being untrue. This was round number one and there's more to follow. Lou, bring in Duncan, meanwhile I'll remove the cloth covering his eyes'. She does so, puts a ping pong ball like thing into my mouth and when my eyes get used to the light, I see that I'm on her veranda. I'm alone.
From behind me I hear a dark voice asking in Dutch if this is the guy he's supposed to fuck. 'Yes, put him on the table and do so please', Inga reverts. They walk by me, three figures in bathrobes. A giant black man, that must be Duncan, omg - what will happen to me now.
Louise is chubby, I notice when she undresses. She's a brunette with large boobs, she sits down on her knees. 'Wait for me to move my chair, I need to see what you do'.
When Inga is in position Louise opens the belt of Duncan's bathrobe, revealing his Herculesque body - endowed with the thickest and longest penis I've ever seen, even though only semi erect. Inga shivers, says Woww and opens her legs, slowly stroking all that pink, between thick dark blonde curly hair. She's soaking. Louise puts both her hands around the base of the huge cock, a third hand would still have fitted too, I realize, while getting the creeps when thinking of my virgin butt... She pumps up and down again and again and the ebony cock makes a 90 degree angle to the body now. Louise takes the head, or at least a part of it, into her mouth and while I look at Inga pleasuring her hole of joy by inserting three fingers, Louise lets go of the cock, 'Sorry Dunc, I just don't like the taste of you guys, I'm a girls girl'.
The dark giant spits into his hand, puts the saliva onto his dickhead, walks towards me, all I see is his swishing giant of a dick, he lifts me up with ease and puts me down on the table, flat on my back, my knees on my chest.
'You've prepared him with mucle relaxant?', he asks Inga, who replies that indeed that's been done, an injection straight into the sphincter and that after the enema my intestines are clean and lubed too, as a matter of fact 'he's been fully shaven down there as well'.
What the fuck I think, while I was in Poisonland I've been woman handled in the most invasive way possible and now I'm about to get over one and a half foot of British Broadcasting Coorperation shoven into my belly. My protests get smothered by the thing in my mouth and the giant kindly mumbles 'I'll be gentle with you, sweet boy' while he thumbles around at my rear entrance. I feel fingers going in there when Inga shouts 'Not your hand, put your dong in there big boy'. And then in Swedish again something to Louise in an imperative voice, who kneels between her legs and who's head actually practically gets crushed between Inga's firm closing muscular thighs, I see...
This is an awkward feeling, reminding me of having seen puppies coming into this world: it just doesn't fit, but will have to. Whatever trick the big man tries, it won't work. And while I hear Louise making noises of choking, being released by her mistress to whipe an excess of pussy juice from her face, I feel something giving in and hear the black Hulk exclaim 'The head, it's in'. I feel his cobra deeper and deeper inside of me. Hurt is not the word, annoying would be a more suitable description. He pumps his dick half length in I feel, to pull it back, all slow and easy. After a couple of these strokes I feel a pleasant excitement on my prostata.
Suddenly all look over my head, another person perhaps? 'Undress and join us sweetie', the lady of the house gives directives. Wearing a face covering hat and a cape like thing, a bottom down bare lady walks by my side, gesturing to Mister Universe to pull my legs again his torse, away from chest. The sensation of his cock moving inside of me increases in this way, actually I feel more spacious, less overfilled.
The lady bends forward and kisses my dick, after which she takes it into her mouth and then quickly deep into her throat, all the way in.
No doubt for me anymore, that's a positive ID, this happened to me hundreds of times before, just in this manner, because only one person gives head like this: it's my tw*n s*s, Julia.
So she's in the conspiracy, it's her and Inga having enscened all this, with Duncan and Louise as most willing accomplices. I try not to laugh, it would sound ridiculous with the gag in my mouth and besides stress my butthole - believe me, the cock was big enough as it was.
To the more seasoned eroticeurs among you intimacy among twins can be no surprise, you'll know Gia and Noma, Vivianne and Sofianne, the Slaugh girls - well, they are the ones having cams present while having their fun, however, for some 80% of all twins sexual interaction is a reoccuring thingy, no matter which gender combination, scientific studies show. Julia and I lost our virginity to each other, being 28, when adding up our ages. Since, we've always kept a shared sexual life, knowing all about each other's wishes, preferences, adventures and having the occasional shared experiences.
Julia lets me go for a minute to untie me, squats over my face and pulls out Duncan's dick with two hands. The thick veiny giant is more than the double of mine in all dimensions and I love the sensation of its heavy weight over my shaft, while Jules licks both of our heads.
Meanwhile she has pressed her bum into my face, which in our non verbal J&J language means 'lick my ass'. Julia is very very hairy, contrary to me. Her ass crack is filled with golden curls, I use my still numb hands to spread her buttocks and serve her with long licks, from her clit up to her anus. I suck on that star of hers and push in the tip of my tongue, just as she manages to put the two dickheads present into her mouth. While doing so I massage her clit with my thumb, in the way I know she loves it.
Half Scandinavia is red for lack of oxygene, the other half wet and swollen as if worked on with a vacuum machine, the girls move away from the chair and want their share of our flair.
We reorchestrate and they giggle when Louise's mouth is just where my willie is and mine near Duncan's: those who don't like sucking males, have to.
Julia does her (in)famous finger test with Lou and the chubby queen passes the exam, actually has herself being deeply fisted in that deep plumber pussy of hers. Just when Inga wants her other fist for an identical treatment, a kind of emergency arizes to me: I must admit that having a part of this massive rod in my mouth is better than being banned to Siberia, then again, when the man starts pumping into my throat, I let go and laugh no, happily redirecting his best part to Julia's rear end, that, having been worked by Inga's fingers, easily absorbs half of its length. She rides it furiously and before long takes in the whole magnitude, balls deep.
'I'll finish you now, fist my pussy while you fuck my ass', Inga says. Technically this isn't easy, she must have done it before though and as soon as we're in action, I struggle to not shoot my seeds.
While I watch my s*s riding Mandingo, Lou licking my s*s' ladyparts, and having my fist up my pharmacist's pussy I pull my dick our of her ass, notice it isn't clean, shove it into her mouth nevertheless to release my swimmers deep in her throat and pass out.
Soon I'll tell you what happened when I came back to life again.
Love, your JB
'No I'm not, as per today it's summer time, don't you read papers?'
Inga - I had kept her waiting for much longer than five minutes, it's been at least five weeks. Pretended to be on a business trip, leaving her first written invitation unanswered, responding to the next note with a 'someday soon', borrowing the stamp from a Mallorcan postcard I had received. To ignore letter number three again - a recipe just saying 'when, you fool!' -... going out in a nearby town to avoid running into her and getting my inhalers elsewhere. It wasn't until she caught me smoking on my balcony with my twin Julia that I agreed to meet her the Sunday after.
Why? To be mysterious, I guess. To make her want me even more. And because Antoinette and I had just broken up and not in an easy way. To then date my own pharmacist, a Swedish beauty of 40, who I'd been fancying for four years already, seemed poor timing to me. Instead I wanted to give myself some time to get over the whole thing, without discouraging Inga with 'stranded relationship' pity seeking bull sh*t. Start fresh.
The balcony scene confirmed to that from her side it's serious interest, why else shouting 'James, will you visit me next Sunday at 11, you know the address?' while I smoke with the to her unknown absolutely stunner of a looker that my sister is?
'My friend Louise is off to the bakery store, she'll be back in a min. She was supposed to return to Gothenburg yesterday eve, however, no flights there, due to the heavy weather. Have a seat my love, can I bring you coffee or tea?'
The cappuccino is lovely, she says 'You'll have to excuse me for a moment' and there it stops. It stops as in 'everything is upside down all of a sudden, I lay down on her sofa, as sitting up straight is impossible' and that's all I remember.
In hindsight it's easy: the wrath of a proud woman and of course: never trust your pharmacist with your cup of coffee or tea... I had been poisoned by a professional, with sleeping pills. Because I insulted her by keeping her waiting for too long. Or at least: that's the reason that came to my mind immediately.
I lie on the floor, on my back, on plastic. It's cold and I hear traffic, quite far away. There's textile over my eyes. I'm nude and my mouth is dry. My butthole feels strange and my head hurts. My arms and legs, I cannot move them, they are tied. I'm rock hard, but not in a nice way, unnatural and almost painful. I hear an unknown voice speaking in Swedish and then Inga saying 'han är vaken'. In English now, Inga again: 'Did you finish that entire bottle of water, my love?'
High heels on wood, steps approaching me, each foot coming to a hold next to an ear of mine. An index and a thumb on both my nostrils and when I open my mouth for air there's laughter, mean degrading laughter, kind of hysterical, it's Inga doing so... but she's not the one near me, that's the other lady.
Warm water in my mouth, ohhh fuck, is that other woman really peeing into my mouth? With the last breath I still have, I manage to push it out but it keeps coming and with disgust I realize that I'm drinking her pee just to get my mouth free for breathing...
When she's done, she walks away and I gasp for air and fill my lungs fully, panting. 'Like a fish on the dry', the other voice says and both laugh.
'So James. Why do you lie? You've never been to Mallorca. There were no business trips. Sweet Julia told me so, that angelic sis of yours, the other day at the super market. You'll get punished for being untrue. This was round number one and there's more to follow. Lou, bring in Duncan, meanwhile I'll remove the cloth covering his eyes'. She does so, puts a ping pong ball like thing into my mouth and when my eyes get used to the light, I see that I'm on her veranda. I'm alone.
From behind me I hear a dark voice asking in Dutch if this is the guy he's supposed to fuck. 'Yes, put him on the table and do so please', Inga reverts. They walk by me, three figures in bathrobes. A giant black man, that must be Duncan, omg - what will happen to me now.
Louise is chubby, I notice when she undresses. She's a brunette with large boobs, she sits down on her knees. 'Wait for me to move my chair, I need to see what you do'.
When Inga is in position Louise opens the belt of Duncan's bathrobe, revealing his Herculesque body - endowed with the thickest and longest penis I've ever seen, even though only semi erect. Inga shivers, says Woww and opens her legs, slowly stroking all that pink, between thick dark blonde curly hair. She's soaking. Louise puts both her hands around the base of the huge cock, a third hand would still have fitted too, I realize, while getting the creeps when thinking of my virgin butt... She pumps up and down again and again and the ebony cock makes a 90 degree angle to the body now. Louise takes the head, or at least a part of it, into her mouth and while I look at Inga pleasuring her hole of joy by inserting three fingers, Louise lets go of the cock, 'Sorry Dunc, I just don't like the taste of you guys, I'm a girls girl'.
The dark giant spits into his hand, puts the saliva onto his dickhead, walks towards me, all I see is his swishing giant of a dick, he lifts me up with ease and puts me down on the table, flat on my back, my knees on my chest.
'You've prepared him with mucle relaxant?', he asks Inga, who replies that indeed that's been done, an injection straight into the sphincter and that after the enema my intestines are clean and lubed too, as a matter of fact 'he's been fully shaven down there as well'.
What the fuck I think, while I was in Poisonland I've been woman handled in the most invasive way possible and now I'm about to get over one and a half foot of British Broadcasting Coorperation shoven into my belly. My protests get smothered by the thing in my mouth and the giant kindly mumbles 'I'll be gentle with you, sweet boy' while he thumbles around at my rear entrance. I feel fingers going in there when Inga shouts 'Not your hand, put your dong in there big boy'. And then in Swedish again something to Louise in an imperative voice, who kneels between her legs and who's head actually practically gets crushed between Inga's firm closing muscular thighs, I see...
This is an awkward feeling, reminding me of having seen puppies coming into this world: it just doesn't fit, but will have to. Whatever trick the big man tries, it won't work. And while I hear Louise making noises of choking, being released by her mistress to whipe an excess of pussy juice from her face, I feel something giving in and hear the black Hulk exclaim 'The head, it's in'. I feel his cobra deeper and deeper inside of me. Hurt is not the word, annoying would be a more suitable description. He pumps his dick half length in I feel, to pull it back, all slow and easy. After a couple of these strokes I feel a pleasant excitement on my prostata.
Suddenly all look over my head, another person perhaps? 'Undress and join us sweetie', the lady of the house gives directives. Wearing a face covering hat and a cape like thing, a bottom down bare lady walks by my side, gesturing to Mister Universe to pull my legs again his torse, away from chest. The sensation of his cock moving inside of me increases in this way, actually I feel more spacious, less overfilled.
The lady bends forward and kisses my dick, after which she takes it into her mouth and then quickly deep into her throat, all the way in.
No doubt for me anymore, that's a positive ID, this happened to me hundreds of times before, just in this manner, because only one person gives head like this: it's my tw*n s*s, Julia.
So she's in the conspiracy, it's her and Inga having enscened all this, with Duncan and Louise as most willing accomplices. I try not to laugh, it would sound ridiculous with the gag in my mouth and besides stress my butthole - believe me, the cock was big enough as it was.
To the more seasoned eroticeurs among you intimacy among twins can be no surprise, you'll know Gia and Noma, Vivianne and Sofianne, the Slaugh girls - well, they are the ones having cams present while having their fun, however, for some 80% of all twins sexual interaction is a reoccuring thingy, no matter which gender combination, scientific studies show. Julia and I lost our virginity to each other, being 28, when adding up our ages. Since, we've always kept a shared sexual life, knowing all about each other's wishes, preferences, adventures and having the occasional shared experiences.
Julia lets me go for a minute to untie me, squats over my face and pulls out Duncan's dick with two hands. The thick veiny giant is more than the double of mine in all dimensions and I love the sensation of its heavy weight over my shaft, while Jules licks both of our heads.
Meanwhile she has pressed her bum into my face, which in our non verbal J&J language means 'lick my ass'. Julia is very very hairy, contrary to me. Her ass crack is filled with golden curls, I use my still numb hands to spread her buttocks and serve her with long licks, from her clit up to her anus. I suck on that star of hers and push in the tip of my tongue, just as she manages to put the two dickheads present into her mouth. While doing so I massage her clit with my thumb, in the way I know she loves it.
Half Scandinavia is red for lack of oxygene, the other half wet and swollen as if worked on with a vacuum machine, the girls move away from the chair and want their share of our flair.
We reorchestrate and they giggle when Louise's mouth is just where my willie is and mine near Duncan's: those who don't like sucking males, have to.
Julia does her (in)famous finger test with Lou and the chubby queen passes the exam, actually has herself being deeply fisted in that deep plumber pussy of hers. Just when Inga wants her other fist for an identical treatment, a kind of emergency arizes to me: I must admit that having a part of this massive rod in my mouth is better than being banned to Siberia, then again, when the man starts pumping into my throat, I let go and laugh no, happily redirecting his best part to Julia's rear end, that, having been worked by Inga's fingers, easily absorbs half of its length. She rides it furiously and before long takes in the whole magnitude, balls deep.
'I'll finish you now, fist my pussy while you fuck my ass', Inga says. Technically this isn't easy, she must have done it before though and as soon as we're in action, I struggle to not shoot my seeds.
While I watch my s*s riding Mandingo, Lou licking my s*s' ladyparts, and having my fist up my pharmacist's pussy I pull my dick our of her ass, notice it isn't clean, shove it into her mouth nevertheless to release my swimmers deep in her throat and pass out.
Soon I'll tell you what happened when I came back to life again.
Love, your JB
3 años atrás
It all started from 14th birthday for Julia & James - Prof PoPe