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Twin Girlfriends Part 1 (MF, FF, MFF, size, inc, rom)

by Strudel

My 1st story--feedback welcome.

When I was 25 I was working for a catering company that mostly
catered for movie productions and the like. We had big trucks and
huge industrial-sized outdoor grills that we would set up at
movie and TV lots and at on-location sets. We served great food
but it was mostly basic fare. We ran a glorified chuck wagon, as
opposed to upscale gourmet-type caterers. We catered the
production of this one movie--it was a stupid bikini flick, one
of those low-brow summer B movies. After production finished we
were invited to the wrap party. I didn't want to go because I
hate industry parties. But my co-worker talked me into going as
moral support; he hoped to get with one of the foxy actresses
from the movie. I knew those girls would be too busy networking
to be interested in lowly food-slingers like us but I went along
anyway. I figured I'd honor my friend's request, and hoped it'd
be at least a little bit satisfying to be on the receiving end of
the refreshments for a change. 

As I predicted, the starlets at the party were busy networking.
There was also a good number of producers and other semi-bigwigs
acting all industry. It all felt very phony. But when it got late
and power guys had left, the party degenerated into what to me
was a normal kind of party. Some of the actresses had left with
the suits but some still hung out.

To my disbelief an amazing girl came right up to me. She was one
of a pair of identical twins whom I had seen only a couple of
times on the set and who in my opinion were by far the hit of
this party. They were dressed identically in these very simple
and tasteful, yet amazingly sexy peach-colored evening gowns that
hugged their hour glass torsos, low cut with spaghetti straps so
there was lots of cleavage and the upper swells of their huge
tits showing. The dresses were also translucent if back lit by a
strong light, revealing a tantalizing hint of great legs. When
one of them came right up to me I was actually afraid, but I
think I managed to hide it. 

She told me her sister thought I was cute. I'd been complimented
before on my looks to a certain extent by my mother and
grandmothers and my few former second-rate girl friends, never by
any highly desirable girls; so I had always assumed that such
comments were tainted as they came either from biased family
members or from girls who felt fortunate to get an average guy
like me. Never before had I received any attention from a
fabulous babe. She explained that she and her sister had this
method of introducing themselves to guys: if one of them wanted
to meet a guy she would have her sister act as proxy. The
disinterested sister, with nothing at stake, would have more
confidence and would feel no fear of rejection when chatting up a
guy on behalf of the interested sister. 

"So, do you think I'm attractive?" I was offended that she would
be so arrogant as to ask me a question like that. "Oops, I guess
that wasn't very tactful, was it? See, like I said I'm speaking
for my sister. We're identical twins so I figure if you think I'm
attractive then you'll automatically like her too."

Well, whether their approach was screwy or brilliant, it worked.
Of course, these girls were such foxes that pretty much any
approach would've worked on me. Carla and I started dating (the
one who had spoken for Carla is named Carmen). When I came to
pick Carla up for our first date she answered the door almost
falling out of tiny cut-off jeans and a cut-off tank shirt that
revealed the undersides of her huge tits if she raised her arms
or her shoulders even slightly. The sides of her tits were
visible through the shirt's arm holes. I wondered if her being in
this outfit meant we'd be staying in. She obviously enjoyed my
jaw-on-the-floor reaction, at which point she informed me that
she was Carmen. 

When Carla came out she saw Carmen's attire and the resulting
bulge in my pants. "You slut, what are you trying to do, steal my
date away from me? 

Carmen cupped my crotch, bringing a gasp of astonishment from me.
"No, just getting him ready for you." This sent my mind bouncing
in several directions, some positive and some negative. One of
the positives was that Carmen's sexiness had started my cock
swelling from the moment she opened the door; when she felt my
crotch it wasn't hard yet but it must've seemed much larger to
her than it really is. She glanced at Carla with what seemed to
me like a look of approval. I remember wondering what the hell I
was doing here, and how unbelievable these girls were. I had no
way of knowing that I "ain't seen nothin' yet", as the expression
goes.

I guess our date went fine. Nothing worth mentioning besides the
fact that for the first time in my life I was out with a
beautiful, sexy girl who turned the heads of every guy from the
macho parking attendant to the gay waiter and every male
passerby, as well as many women. She was quite charming and I
must've done OK too because we continued dating after that.

While dating Carla I also became friends with Carmen. It seemed
like Carmen was always around. The twins were very close; they
did almost everything together, even dressed the same. They were
so identical in looks and behavior and clothes that even after I
got to know them closely, I couldn't tell them apart. I had heard
stories of identical twins secretly swapping boy friends. They
claimed they never tried to fool me into mistaking their
identities except for occasional little practical jokes, though
they admitted having traded dates in the past without the guys'
knowledge. I was never 100% sure I knew which was which, even
during dates and sex. At any given time only one of them would
act like my girl so I had to assume that was Carla. But I knew
they told each other everything, so if they ever wanted to fool
me I'd be unable to trip the impostor up with her lack of
knowledge about me or our relationship. 

If she didn't have anything else to do, Carmen would hang out
with us and even accompany us on dates. Carmen seemed to like me
almost as much as Carla did; after all they did have the same
tastes as each other and also Carla would tell her all the things
she liked about me. Carmen would flirt with me, teasing me with
her knowledge of intimate details that Carla had divulged about
me. They often whispered secretly to each other and giggled like
schoolgirls; I knew they were talking about me. This and the lack
of privacy bothered me a lot, but the fact that two such
beautiful twins liked me enough to spend so much time with me and
one of them liked me enough to date me, more than made up for it.


When I would come over and one of them answered the door I would
get a hug and kiss regardless of which twin it was. I could
usually tell which one it was because Carla would give me deep
French kisses whereas Carmen would just kiss me on the cheek. But
sometimes Carmen would flirt outrageously by doing something like
pushing me against the door during the hug, her big tits mashed
against my ribs, and caressing my crotch to hardness (which only
took a second), then playfully and triumphantly walking away with
an exaggeratedly sexy swing of her hips saying "I'll tell Carla
you're here."

One reason I would get a hard-on so fast is that I'd be half way
there already. I'm only slightly larger than average in length
(7.5") and width when erect, and I guess I'm pretty much average
when soft. But because the girls were always looking and behaving
so sexy, my dick was almost always at least partially engorged
when I was around them. This meant that even if it was soft it
was still much bigger than its normal state, so if I was naked it
just looked like I had a naturally big cock, or if I was clothed
it caused a bigger bulge in my pants. Both girls looked at my
crotch a lot, often quite blatantly. Sometimes if they noticed
each other looking at the same time, their eyes would meet,
obviously sharing some kind of nonverbal communication. Luckily
their faces would show admiration or some other positive
expression, so my ego soared at their apparently appreciative
reactions. 

Carla loved to sit on my lap, squirming around a lot with her
pussy centered on my bulge, often in full view of her sister.
Carmen would frequently hop on my lap too, though only briefly
and only in a playful or friendly way. However her definition of
playful could include a hug and kiss, and even a quick squirm of
pussy over my pants-covered erection.

The twins slept together in a queen-sized bed in their
one-bedroom apartment. I asked Carla if they ever did more
together than sleep. "Wouldn't you like to know!" she replied.
The first time I slept over at their place, Carmen slept on the
couch to leave the bedroom for Carla and me. In the morning I was
waken up by sound of a dresser drawer closing. Looking up I saw
Carla in a bra and thong panties, leaning over with her hands in
a bottom dresser drawer. I had a rear view of her vulva peeking
out between her legs, the cleft between the two halves visible
through the flimsy panties. I was on my side with my top knee
drawn up so my thigh was at a right angle to my torso, causing my
hips to be rotated partially face-down. 

I groggily said "G'morning". 

She replied "Oops, sorry to wake you--it's my turn to make
breakfast and we're out of milk, I have to get dressed to go to
the store". She looked down toward my crotch and said "Nice
balls, stud." 

Something about her tone of voice sounded like that of a person
impressed with something they were seeing for the first time.
Suddenly I had a thought and turned my head to find Carla lying
there asleep next to me. At the same time I noticed the covers
had been thrown off, so the girl who was awake, who I now knew
was Carmen, could see my naked body. And with my knee drawn up
like it was, my jewels must be visible from behind. In sudden
realization I cried "Oh shit!" and yanked the covers back over
myself. 

Later during breakfast I was too embarrassed to look at Carmen.
When Carla left the room to go to the bathroom Carmen took the
opportunity to ask me what was wrong. I admitted I was humiliated
at how she had seen me earlier. She took my hands in hers to get
my attention and gave me a wonderfully reassuring smile. "You
shouldn't be humiliated. I liked what I saw. You were really
attractive like that. You have a nice package, y'know. If
anything you should be proud." She gave me a friendly kiss on the
lips. "So snap out of it, OK?" 

The twins tried to work their schedules so that Carmen would be
out when I was likely to sleep over. That wasn't difficult
because she had lots of dates of her own. But sometimes the
arrangements didn't work out. With the exception of that first
sleepover when Carmen slept on the couch, when this happened she
would just get into bed with us. The first time she did this I
was quite taken aback, especially when Carla started foreplay
with me while her sister was right there in the bed. Carla was in
the middle. When she rolled on her back and spread her legs all
the way for me to fuck her, one thigh was across my waist and the
knee of her other leg was over her sister's hip. I hesitated. Of
course I'd had fantasies about the twins being the bread in a Jim
sandwich (Jim is my name), but nevertheless I found this
situation to be very weird. Carla was too horny to wait for me to
figure out what to do so she whipped off her nightie and climbed
on top of me and started fucking me, sitting up with her hands on
my chest. It was dark but some light from the moon and the city
lights filtered through the curtains. Her slightly
forward-leaning position gave her giant tits a great angle to
hang somewhat freely and to jiggle and bounce as she bounced, but
with her hands on my chest her arms formed a sort of corral that
gave her cleavage and restricted her tits to a wonderful sort of
up-and-down, forward-and-back motion. I looked over at Carmen and
saw that she was watching us. The upright position and bouncing
movement of Carla's torso had drawn the covers off of all three
of us. Carmen had on a lacy babydoll nightie that barely reached
her crotch when she was standing up, so when she was lying in bed
it had ridden up to reveal her panties. I could see her hand in
her crotch and her erect nipples were poking against the thin
lace. I came hard. 

As I recovered my wits following my orgasm Carla was working
toward her own cum. I saw that the twins were holding hands! This
sight caused me to remain erect, enabling Carla to reach her
climax. She kept fucking me for a short while after that and then
got off, too sensitive to keep going. "Oh poor baby, you're still
hard. Look Carmen he's still hard after he came." 

"Yeah--what a man!" 

"What am I gonna do with you?" Carla slinked down and blew me
with her sister watching. This was all so unbelievable!

After I came I dosed off. When I woke a little while later I
could hear a rhythmic sound coming from the attached bathroom.
Carla whispered "Hear that? She got all horny watching us; now
she's in there masturbating." We listened as the sound increased
in volume and tempo. Then we heard moans, followed by a loud gasp
as Carmen came. Then we heard the faucet running, and then the
door opened and she returned to bed with a sheepish look on her
face because she could see that I was awake and must've heard her
pleasuring herself. Carla hugged her, their tits pressed
together, and kissed her on the lips. "All better now?" 

Carmen glanced sheepishly at me, then toward my crotch which was
hidden under the covers. She knew she was busted so she just
matter-of-factly admitted, "Yes thank you, all better."

The second time all three of us were in bed together was about a
week later. Carla and I had already fucked before Carmen came to
bed. When Carmen got in bed I found myself in the middle. I was
nervous on several levels: my fantasies of being the meat in
their sandwich ran wild; but I didn't know if it was appropriate
to be in bed with both of them, let alone to be in the middle.
The girls went to sleep but I lay there wide awake with a hard-on
for hours, stealing glances at both of these dream girls, until
Carla rolled against me in her sleep and tried to throw a leg
over me. Her thigh was blocked by my erection, causing a slightly
perturbed expression on her face. She woke up and looked down to
see what had wakened her. "Ooh, what's this baby," she cooed,
grabbing my cock, "do you need some help?" She started stroking
me languidly. "God, you're making me horny too. I want you to eat
me. Will you eat me?" I glanced apprehensively over at the
sleeping Carmen, thinking maybe we shouldn't with her right next
to me like this. But the wonderful feelings caused by Carla's
stroking hand eliminated my reservations and I said OK. She said
"You better do me first; if I do you first you'll fall asleep and
leave me high and dry." I was sure that wouldn't happen but I
didn't argue. She draped her leg the rest of the way over me and
lay on top of me, then slid up my body until she was straddling
my head, and lowered her cunt to my mouth. As I licked her she
ground her pussy against me very energetically. The bed was
squeaking and shaking, Carla was moaning loudly, and she came
loudly, the jerking of her hips causing her juices to get all
over the lower half of my face. I was thinking there's no way
Carmen could sleep through this. Now that her needs were taken
care of Carla slid back down to blow me. With her thigh no longer
blocking my vision I could see that Carmen was awake right next
to me, lying on her side and looking at me from barely a foot
away, smiling. I was embarrassed but couldn't help a moan and an
ecstatic expression as Carla's mouth closed over my cock.
Carmen's gaze shifted downward towards the action. She raised her
head for a better view, her elbow on the bed, her head resting on
the heel of her hand. When she looked back up at my face and our
eyes met she saw my mix of ecstasy and embarrassment. She
acknowledged this by teasingly scooping a drop of Carla's cunt
juice off my cheek with a finger and sucking it off the finger,
then giving me an air kiss while idly toying with her nipple
through her thin nightie. This sight took me over the edge and I
blasted into Carla's mouth. When I had recovered somewhat from my
cum I looked down to learn that Carla had fallen asleep with my
cock still in her mouth (this was one of the many times she would
fulfill one or more of my various previously-unrealized
fantasies). I looked to the side to learn that Carmen was still
watching me, with a triumphant smirk. She air-kissed me again and
lay back down to sleep. 

In the morning I woke up alone, put my undershorts back on and
went looking for a drink of water. The bathroom door was closed,
the sound of the shower filtering through it, so I headed for the
kitchen. There I encountered a twin dressed in a button-down
dress shirt made of extremely thin white cloth. It was so
see-through that I could easily make out not only her areolae but
even the tan lines on her tits, and the panties that were the
only other thing she had on. Those amazing breasts bounced freely
as she walked up to me until they were touching my chest. She
draped her arms over my shoulders like only my lover would, and
pecked me on the lips. "'Dja sleep well baby?" 

I grabbed her tits and answered, "Fantastic!" 

She sighed as I squeezed her boobs but after several seconds of
my fondling she said, "Maybe you shouldn't. You know Sis and I
tell each other everything." 

I wondered why she'd worry about that; her sister had watched us
having sex twice now, so I wondered why I should care if she
tells her sister that I squeezed her tits? Then I flashed on the
real meaning of her statement, and reflexively jerked my hands
away. Oh shit, this wasn't my girl friend, it was Carmen! She
playfully gave my hard-on a quick squeeze through my tented
shorts and spun away laughing in a friendly 'gotcha again!' kind
of way.

Over the next couple of weeks we all became increasingly
comfortable with the idea of Carmen and me seeing each other in
the bedroom and in bed. The girls didn't always sleep on the same
side of the bed, so there were times when I was unsure which of
the two girls in bed with me was my girl friend. Some times I
would wake up snuggling with Carmen by accident. Even wilder than
that, some of those times it would be Carmen who initiated the
embrace, having snuggled up with me in her sleep. One morning I
discovered that all 3 of us were entangled together. I was face
to face with one twin, our arms around each other, my morning
hard-on out of my fly and poking dangerously against her pussy,
while the other twin was spooned up behind me. Luckily I found
out the one I was almost fucking was Carla. 

On another occasion Carla and I fell asleep right after sex so we
were still naked. In the middle of the night I woke up because
when I tried to change positions in my sleep something restricted
my movement. I woke to find the three of us nested like spoons,
with me in the middle. It felt so good I no longer felt like
changing positions. Man, this was awesome! I got a hard-on that
pushed against the backs of the upper thighs of the twin in front
of me. In her sleep she raised her upper leg enough to let my
cock spring up between her legs, then lowered her leg back down,
reached down with her hand and grabbed the tip of my cock to pull
the shaft up against her pussy, sighed happily and mumbled
something unintelligible that sounded like it had the word "nice"
in it, and continued sleeping. I felt around her body and
discovered that she was naked. I then reached behind myself and
felt panties on the hip of the other twin, so that one must be
Carmen. Another crisis averted! 

Of course I wondered if they even intended for me to avert such
"crises"; THEY sure weren't doing much to avoid them. But I still
thought it was wiser to assume that that idea was just a case of
my fantasies fueling my imagination. 

On a few occasions I was walking around naked, such as to the
bathroom or to the kitchen for a drink, and encountered one of
the twins, not knowing which one she was. I was also pretty sure
I'd seen Carmen naked too, getting dressed in the room while I
was there. But if it was Carmen she played it cool. I figured she
knew she needn't be modest in front of me for a couple of
reasons. For one thing she knew that since she looked exactly
like my girl friend, I already knew what she looked like naked.
For another thing, she knew that even if I did see her naked, I'd
never be sure if it was even her. She and Carla were so in-tune
with each other that neither one ever said or did anything to
reveal which one I had just seen getting dressed. And they almost
always dressed so nearly identically that I couldn't use their
outfits to figure out which one I'd seen getting dressed.

One of the great things about Carla was that she liked porn. She
would buy magazines and videos so that we could look at them
together, and she would get me to tell her which pictures I liked
most. She liked to initiate sex by getting into one of those sexy
poses that she knew I liked from the porn. I especially couldn't
resist her on her knees with her chest on the floor (or bed),
back arched so that her ass stuck way up in the air, with pussy
and ass-hole on lewd display. She even started shaving her pussy
lips like the porn models and actresses--what a turn-on! And I
was sure Carmen followed suit, shaving down below to maintain
their identicalness. I could tell this was true about Carmen
because their new look was evident through the miniscule panties
they both sometimes wore.

Of course Carmen liked porn just as Carla did. If she saw us
looking at a magazine she would join in or look over our
shoulders, making comments along with her sister. I learned that
like most girls the twins liked the stories best, plus they also
liked pictures of people having sex--hetero, lez, gay, it all
turned them on. 

One time Carla and I were seated on the sofa when she pulled out
a gay magazine. Carmen was behind the sofa, leaning over our
shoulders. I asked them why they liked the gay stuff. 

Carmen blew in my ear and whispered, "I like the cocks." Hearing
her talk like that gave me a hard-on. 

Carla said, "Yeah, we like cocks," and squeezed my hard-on
through my pants. 

So the appeal of gay porn for them was not the homosexual aspect,
but was simply the pictures of cocks. "Then why do you like lez
pictures?" I asked. 

The twins looked at each other meaningfully. Carmen reached down
and hefted her sister's huge braless tits through her shirt and
whispered in my ear again, "We like boobies too." 

"Mm-Hmm!" Carla agreed. My jaw dropped. Carmen reached further
down to grasp the hem of Carla's shirt, and pulled the shirt up
above Carla's tits, exposing them. Then from behind she began
fondling them, including pinching the nipples. 

Carla sighed, "Mmmmmm." 

My cock got even harder, tenting my pants more. I said "Aha, you
two DO fool around with each other!" The girls looked at each
other, burst into laughter, and playfully hit me on my shoulder
and my back. I said "OK, very funny, you got me. Whew! That was a
pretty good tease, you little sluts." 

Noticing my increased excitement, Carla fondled my crotch,
giggled "I'll say it was, your cock is a lot harder now." 

Carmen said in a teasingly sultry voice, "You'd like it if we
were lovers, wouldn't you? You like the idea of bisexual
identical twin sisters having sex together?" 

I was speechless because Carla was unzipping me and pulling out
my cock. She pumped her hand up and down the top half of it a few
times, expertly dragging its skin back and forth along the shaft
so that part of her hand could slide along the glans. "It's too
dry..." She leaned down and licked it, then let a bunch of saliva
drool onto the head and coated it all over my cock with her hand,
which now glided freely on my cock. 

Carmen's chin was on my shoulder as she watched, her cheek
against my neck. I was unnerved because despite the fact that
Carmen had watched us fuck before, this felt like a new higher
level of exhibitionism since we were now out in broad daylight,
not in bed in the dark. My intellect waning as my body took over,
I forgot my apprehension and surrendered to the feeling. I came
hard, the first spurt so strong that it reached past my shoulder
to Carmen's chin and the corner of her mouth. She flinched and
yelped "Oh!" in surprise, wiping the cum off with a finger.
"Geezus, Car, he came on my face!" Carla looked up and Carmen put
her cummy finger in her sister's mouth. Carla sucked the cum off
Carmen's finger. 

Seeing this was so incredibly sexy to me that I remained hard.
Carla said "I want you..." as she swung a leg over to straddle
me, her knees on the sofa. She reached down to grab the base of
my cock, hovered her cunt above it and used her hand to rub it
very firmly on her clit and through the furrow of her pussy. My
dick was so hard that it hardly bent at all between her hand at
the base and the pressure of her crotch at the tip. 

Carmen observed this and said to me, "You're just a sex machine
aren't you baby?" and licked my ear. Carla sank onto me and
groaned. Carmen saw her sister's cunt lips spread around my cock
and exclaimed "Oh my god!" I closed my eyes and enjoyed Carla
bouncing on me. After a while I felt her lean forward against my
torso, her huge tits mashed against my chest, using a grinding
motion of her hips to fuck me instead of bouncing her entire body
up and down. 

When I opened my eyes I saw that the girls were kissing each
other on the mouth, lips open and locked together, heads moving
around. Their kiss was so close to my face I could have made it a
3-way kiss if I'd wanted to, but I was not sure if they'd like
that. Were they really lovers, or were they just caught up in the
moment? I knew they were so close that they gave each other
sisterly kisses and hugs all the time. I had even seen them touch
each other intimately at times, such as when they were shopping
for clothes or getting dressed in swim suits or sexy outfits and
helping each other evaluate or adjust the fit. But this new sight
was the hottest thing I'd ever seen. I came again. Carla felt my
cock jerking, triggering her own climax. Her mouth opened wide in
ecstasy and she gasped into her sister's mouth. I could see a
little space between their lips, then Carla pressed her lips hard
against Carmen's as her whole pelvis shuddered uncontrollably.
Just as the slight space between their mouths disappeared I got a
glimpse of Carla's tongue thrusting deep into Carmen's mouth. Her
orgasm and their kiss lasted about a minute.

When the three of us were together on dates or just hanging out,
the twins would usually wear something slightly different, like
different earrings for instance, so I'd be able to tell them
apart. One time we went out dancing and for some reason they
broke the pattern and dressed totally identically. I couldn't
tell them apart unless they told me, or if Carla did something
girlfriendly like hold my hand. The girls danced together, and
when they returned to the table I had lost track of which was
which. They slid into the booth on either side of me, and both of
them snuggled with me and kissed my cheeks. I was both
embarrassed and proud at how this must look to the other people
nearby, but more than that I was split between being confused
about their identities and being jazzed about having two
wonderful, hot twin babes centering their loving attention on me.
And of course, a good portion of my thoughts were on the notion
of whether or not this scenario was signaling a new escalation of
our relationship. 

When one of the girls left the table to go to the ladies' room, I
asked the other one who she was. She replied, "Very funny. Come
on, dance with me." I realized she was Carla. As we danced I held
her close and fondled her ass, and rubbed my hard-on against her
stomach. She purred, "Mmm, that's nice, don't stop." I went to
kiss her so she tilted her head up, but then she pulled back
slightly as if snapping out of a trance, said "Maybe we
shouldn't, Carla might not like it." 

"Oh shit," I thought, she'd pulled one over on me. I was
indignant at being fooled, so I pulled away from her embrace and
went back to the table. 

She joined me and pointed out that she had never claimed she was
Carla, and that it was I, not she, who had started fooling around
on dance floor. She took my hand and looked at me seriously.
"Look, you're Carla's boy friend, and you know I do all right for
myself, dating-wise. Neither of us has ever been monogamous
before so it's a scary new thing for her." Carmen paused and
seemed to come to a decision. "Well, she's afraid to tell you
this but she's falling in love with you. You know we're so much
the same that we're almost two halves of one person. I never
thought she'd want to give up her active love life, 'cause I sure
don't. Or I didn't. But now I think I'm falling for you too. And
I think you love her; I can see it in your eyes when you think
I'm her. That's why I didn't tell you I was me just now; I wanted
to feel what it was like to dance with a man who loved me--or
thought he loved me--you know what I mean. Don't worry, I won't
make any trouble for you two, I'd never do anything to hurt
Carla, or you either for that matter."

When Carla got back from bathroom she noticed the awkward tension
at the table, and got mad at Carmen. "What did you do--oh no, you
told him! What did you say to him?" Carmen started crying. Carla
said, "you DID tell him, you bitch! I knew this was a bad idea."

I said "sit down darling, it's OK", gently pulled her into the
booth and hugged her soothingly. 

"What did she say?" Carla demanded.

"That you love me." 

Carla buried her face in her hands in mortification. Then she
peeked out between her fingers to look for my reaction. "She
didn't scare you away?" 

I hugged her again, "no I don't want to go anywhere". 

Carla prompted, "She says you love me too," peering into my eyes
as if both anticipating and fearing my response. 

"I guess I do. You have to see that being with you is pretty
weird for me, what with there being a whole extra one of you
around. But I know I've been having the best time of my life and
I don't want to stop." 

Carla softened, her mood improved, and Carmen stopped crying.
Hesitantly, Carla asked, "Did she tell you the other part too?"
Carmen quickly looked down, shrinking in fear of further shame. 

"What other... oh, you mean about her, um, her own feelings?" 

"Oh god, she did it!" Turning to Carmen, "Boy, you don't mess
around do you?" 

In a tiny voice Carmen replied, "Well, you said I could! And he
thought I was you so it just kind of happened." 

"What?! What 'just kind of happened'?!" 

"But I stopped him when he tried to kiss me, then he got angry
'cause he thought I was messing with him, so I had to explain so
he wouldn't be angry." 

I tried to reassure Carla. "Don't worry, she said she doesn't
want to cause us any trouble." 

"She probably meant it too. It's too late though--I know her.
We're too much alike. As long as we had lots of boy friends it
was no problem. We even shared them some times. But this is
different. I think you better take us home" 

"Now you're scaring ME," I said.

I didn't see them for about a week, though I talked to Carla a
lot on the phone. She was not sure what was going to happen. She
said she still loved me but she refused to see me. "Carm and I
have some things to work out." 

If Carmen was the one to answer the phone when I called, she
would quickly say "I'll get Carla for you." This was unlike
previous times, when she was always happy to talk with me. One
time I called and Carmen answered, informing me that Carla wasn't
home. I pleaded with her to talk to me before hanging up. She
burst into crying, said "I'm sorry Jim I have to go," and hung up
on me. 

In one of our phone conversations Carla asked me how serious I
was about this relationship. I said I wasn't sure before because
of its unique and strange nature, but now that she wouldn't see
me I had a better idea of what I was missing, and I realized that
I loved her. She asked how I felt about Carmen. I said I thought
she was fantastic but that my feelings were mainly for Carla. 

She pressed on, "Do you want to make love with her?" 

I admitted I had fantasies about a 3-way where I got to do both
of them. 

"No, I mean do you want to make love with just her?" 

"No, I want you". 

"But we're the same". 

"I don't care, to me there's a difference, even if it's only in
my head." 

"If she wanted to make love with you would you do it?" 

"Look, I admit I'm attracted to her; how could I not be, she
looks and acts like you and you're the nicest and most desirable
girl I've ever met. What, are you saying she wants to do it with
me?" 

"I didn't say that, I'm just trying to find out how you feel
about us." When she put it that way, using the plural "us", I
suddenly realized I loved the two of them collectively, as well
as loving Carla individually. I told her this. 

"If I died or something, would you stay with Carmen?" 

I've heard married guys talk about some of the loaded questions
their wives ask. This type of question was one of the ones they
seemed to fear most, right up there with "does this make me look
fat". I complained, "Geezus Carla, that's an unfair question,
there's no right answer. 

She insisted, "Come on, if one of us died would you want the
other one?" 

I decided to go with a vague answer and take the risk that
whatever spin she decided to put on it in her mind would jibe
with whatever answer she was hoping for. "I guess I'd put it this
way: I'm in love with you and I believe you when you say you love
me, as incredible as that is. I don't think your love for me can
ever be as strong as your love for your sister but I'll do or say
anything not to lose you. I just hope I can have you without
coming between you two." 

Finally one day Carla called and invited me over for dinner. When
I got there the twins were dressed to kill, both the same except
for their earrings. I was glad that I'd be able to tell them
apart. But they refused to tell me which was which, so the
difference in earrings was of no use to me. They didn't even slip
when addressing each other, calling each other "Car". They both
seemed happy yet anxious. I begged them to tell me what's going
on. 

One brought out a joint and we all got high. One of them asked me
who I'd choose. Whoever I chose would be my girl. I said I chose
Carla. 

They sat on either side of me and snuggled, kissing my ears. "OK,
choose." 

"I just did." 

"No, choose one of us. Look at us and pick." 

"This isn't fair. Which one is Carla?" 

"What's in a name? Except for a couple letters and a few minutes
of age we're the same." I thought there must be some kind of
brilliant solution to this dilemma. I imagined myself coming up
with one like King Solomon might, but I was too stoned and
getting horny. Of course I fantasized about the most obvious
option, which was to choose both of em. But I was sure that would
backfire on me. I had to figure a way to avoid losing both of
them, or hope they would let me off the hook and solve the
problem themselves. Satisfied that I really couldn't pick, they
told me, "Wait here, we want to have a conference." They went in
the bedroom. A couple of minutes later they called me in to
bedroom. I found them side by side on the bed, naked and in the
all-fours, ass-up position that Carla often used to seduce me,
and they were kissing. Their assholes were invitingly open about
1/4 or 1/2 inch; they must've been sticking something in there to
get them to be open like that. 

One of them said, "Would you like to fuck our asses?" 

The other said "Come on baby, fuck us like dogs, then fuck us in
the ass! 

As usual I couldn't resist; I had a high-energy sex session with
both of them, never knowing who was who. I fucked both of them
from behind in the cunt and the ass, with frequent switching back
and forth. 

After I was pooped they continued making love with each other. At
one point one of them was on her back and the other ate her to
orgasm. The one who came, dosed off from exhaustion. The other
one got a wash cloth and cleaned off my hard cock, then kissed it
lovingly on the head with her tongue against the slit, then lay
down next to me so that we were on our sides facing each other.
She reached down and caressed my balls, moving them around
gently. She whispered, "I like your balls." 

For some reason this simple statement, so tame compared to all
the other stuff that had happened, hit me powerfully. I felt a
surge of love passing between us, like new lovers feel. Then I
gasped in the sudden eureka!-like realization that she was
probably Carmen. She quickly shushed me with a finger to my lips.
"Shhh, don't wake her up." I started to say something again but
she shushed me again, this time with a hard, deep French kiss
that melted away my urge to blurt out my discovery. Then with her
lips still touching mine she said "OK?" I nodded agreement. "You
know who I am, don't you?" 

"Carmen?" 

"Yes." She pressed her whole body against mine and pleaded,
"Please make love to me, just this once, make love to just me
without Carla? Let me feel what she feels, let me imagine what
it's like to be loved by you." 

I gulped, shaking with anxious anticipation, and nodded my
assent. I glanced over at Carla still asleep on her back, her
huge tits rising and falling slowly with her breathing. I thought
how beautiful and peaceful she looked. I looked back at Carmen
and saw the same beauty but with the added fact of her eyes
sparkling with intense need. 

She pulled on my upper shoulder, urging me to roll on top of her.
"Take me, please, do me like real lovers do, make sweet, slow
love to me, just me!" I rolled on top. She spread her legs wide
for a missionary fuck. "Don't wake her up," she admonished. When
I entered her she gasped and wrapped her arms and legs so tightly
around my body that I could hardly move. After a while she
relaxed her grip enough for me to start a long, slow in and out.
She nearly swooned in pleasure, her mouth wide open in an
expression of extreme ecstasy. She started crying in silent sobs.


"Are you all right?" 

"Yes, I'm wonderful...this is wonderful...YOU'RE wonderful! Oh
Jimmy, I love you!" 

This caused me to involuntarily thrust hard to the hilt inside
her. "Uh! I love you too." Once again I involuntarily thrust
hard, trying to get deeper even though I was already hilted. I
grunted, "Uh...uh...ohh, geezus!" She tightened her clinging arms
and legs again and we came together, straining with limited
success to keep ourselves as quiet and stationary as possible to
avoid waking Carla. After her cum she sobbed again and French
kissed me, using her cunt muscles to milk the last of my semen
out of my softening cock. This was exactly what Carla liked to do
after I would cum in her cunt. It felt exquisite to me. I thought
man, these girls are incredible! 

She asked, "Did you mean it, what you said?" 

Despite the amazing sensations she was giving my cock, I was
regaining the ability to think with my big head and not just my
small one. I thought for a few seconds and realized aloud, "Yes,
I love you Carmen." 

"Oh, thank you darling, I'll remember this forever." 

We lay like that for a while basking in the afterglow. I was
worried about the seeming finality of some of the things she had
been saying; I didn't want this to be my last time fucking
Carmen. I figured, whatever happens I still have Carla, my first
love. I knew Carmen would still be around because the twins were
inseparable, so I hoped that if I couldn't have Carmen any more,
the feelings between me and Carmen wouldn't cause problems
between Carla and me. 

Carmen pushed me to get me to roll off of her. She then rolled
over to Carla and kissed her awake. "Welcome back, honey." 

Carla sighed "Mmmm," and kissed back. 

"Is it time?" Carmen wondered.

Carla took a deep breath, glanced at me and answered, "Yeah, I
guess so." Now they were both looking at me, Carmen lying on top
of Carla, their tits mashed together. 

Carla asked, "Did you like that?" I was not sure if she was
referring to the earlier group fuck or if she knew I had just
fucked Carmen. Carmen was looking pointedly at me as if to
communicate something--I decided she meant it was OK. 

I said "Yes, I loved it." 

Carmen's expression relaxed to its normal state. Suddenly I
realized that once again I couldn't tell them apart except by
having seen Carmen get on top of her sister. It started to dawn
on me that that may really have been the last time I'd ever get
to fuck Carmen. 

They said "OK, we know what we want to do. We want to share you."


This gave me a new ray of hope; I'd been worried that I'd lose
Carmen and maybe even both of them, but now I dared hope that I
might get to keep both of em. 

"We do everything else together, so we want you together. We
don't want you ever to know which of us is which, so that you
can't have a favorite. Do you think you can handle that?" 

I didn't know, but I was damn well gonna try! 

END OF PART 1. 

Part 2... (if I ever finish it) gets more involved, with more
foxy family members and wilder activities, etc. Should I
continue?



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