Double Your Pleasure Sisters Part II

DOUBLE YOUR PLEASURE SISTERS PART II

When I tell other people about my identical twin sister Miranda, it is difficult for me not to keep a trace of bitterness out of my voice. In all fairness, I have to admit she probably does not deserve all of my rancor, but I am certain she at least deserves some.

While I was in college, I was able to make a lot of my relationships work just fine by pretending to be my slutty sister Miranda and letting the chips fall where they may. I discovered that a number of the male student athletics were fixated on rear-door humping and I just shut my eyes and repeated to myself,

“Miranda loves taking it up the ass. You are Miranda, now relax and open up that tight little ass, bitch!”

It always seemed to work real well and I never felt very guilty for my sexual excesses afterward. I was also a little hung up on the taking it all the way to the back of the throat thing, but I learned to pretend that it was actually Miranda getting her face fucked so hard and not innocent little Samantha. No, I was as pure as the driven snow and not responsible at all. It really helped me the night that the two black football players decided to show me a good time in the women’s showers after hours. If I had stayed in my own little world of being innocent Samantha, it would probably have been a real rape with me as the suffering victim. However, all I did was pretend it was really Miranda and I knew she would be happy to be the cream filling in a delightful Oreo sandwich. I saw this as an opportunity to discover if black cocks were any different than white cocks.

When I was just 16, I saw Miranda sucking a big black boy off right in our tree house in the back yard.

I stayed and watched the whole thing not because I am perverted or anything, but it was a great opportunity to see her technique and method to pleasure the huge cock sliding in and out of her sucking lips. I noticed for instance that she refrained from touching the cock at all and kept her hands behind her back like it was some kind of expected ritual. When the devious boy pinched her nostrils closed, she allowed the saliva and pre-cum to back up out of her mouth so she could breathe. I could see she was on the verge of gagging a couple of times but she just angled her head or lifted her chin and kept right on sucking.

I surprised the “looking for a good time” boys by telling them,

“One of you can stick your cock in my mouth and the other can stick his big black dick up my brown eye or in my pussy from behind. If you don’t have any lube with you, just spit on it a lot and get it nice and wet before you shove it up.”

They both laughed a little nervously at my unexpected cooperation. But I had decided that if it was going to happen, I would be enjoying it in my role as my slut bitch sister Miranda.

It actually was a very pleasurable experience and I even did it a couple more times with the good-looking tall boy who was a key player on the basketball team. I can’t remember his name but I do remember the exact measurements of his cock. I even have a trace drawing I made when he was as hard as a rock and getting ready to stick it in my patient pussy.

We both knew it would not work out because of our different backgrounds, but I did enjoy the way he got up real deep and managed to hit my g-spot every time.

My first year in college, I was a cheerleader because I was one in high school and thought I would enjoy it. It did not work out because the other girls were so mean and were very territorial about their routines and their boyfriends. I felt a lot better on my own away from other girls and made a point of rotating my boyfriends before getting too attached. I found out that about 3 to 4 weeks was the maximum period of screwing one boy. After that, they either got less attentive or more possessive. Both of these developments caused me heartburn and I wanted none of it.

I usually told them a silly story to get rid of them.

Sometimes it would be that my Jewish parents didn’t want a Gentile for a son-in-law or I had decided that I would be either leaving for the Peace Corps soon or a Mission to a third world country. Once I even told a boy that I had a rare disease and it might be communicated by intercourse. Every time I saw him on campus after that he just turned his head and scurried in the other direction. It was really funny.

Other than these incidents and a couple of others that I did not mention, I was a pretty good girl in college and was a lot more reserved than most of the other coeds. I think I was sort of attractive to those females who were more interested in girls instead of boys. Everywhere I went on campus, I was always getting hit on by attractive females looking to get their pussy licked. In all honesty, I have done that on more than one occasion, but I have pretty much been a cock dependent female all my life.

I had a little taste of what my sister was capable of when she visited me my senior year.

She had graduated early with some kind of accelerated program they had at her school. I suspected she had boondoggled a couple of horny professors into padding her grades. Her talented mouth was capable of extracting special favors from older males in almost any situation.

Miranda sashayed into my dorm room like she was Dean of Women on an inspection visit. I found myself sleeping on the daybed in the living room and she took up residence in my bedroom. I didn’t put up any objection because I knew from experience she would manipulate me into it and make me feel ashamed for even presuming to question her actions.

For the past week, I had been getting hot and heavy with a guy I really liked. He was an exchange student from France and his name was Claude. The first time he ate me out, I was in seventh heaven all night. He had developed techniques I am certain had no name and drove every lucky female to receive them wild with excitement and shuddering orgasms.

In fact, I was even considering breaking my 3 week limit for relationships because he never failed to make me feel giddy in anticipation of his touch.

The day after Miranda came for her “visit” I returned to my room to find my new beau Claude humping my slut of a sister from behind over the arm of the sofa. It did make a sexy scene to see my Claude’s bare ass pumping into my sister’s high raised bottom. The little bitch gobbled up his cock in her heated pussy like he belonged to her. I watched them for a few minutes without saying a word. That turncoat Claude was whispering sweet compliments to the devious Miranda each time he plunged deep into her vagina and bottomed out against her cervix.

I recognized the grunts my sister was emitting as her

“God! Don’t let him stop” sounds.

They were the whimpers that she only voiced when she was experiencing the heights of sexual satisfaction. I knew that very shortly she would be quaking and squirting in a typical Miranda orgasm. It was one of those orgasms that knew no bounds and arose from deep within her core.

I wanted to go up and slap Claude and spank Miranda but I realized that she was just scratching her vaginal itch that needed the insertion of long, thick cocks on a regular basis. Poor Claude probably just saw her as another side of my coin with a very friendly and available pussy ready for action and above all else, very available.

“Don’t mind me. I am just going in to change. Please don’t stop on my account. Miranda, save some for me.”

I walked past them. They were frozen in mid-thrust with very guilty looks on their faces. I was not amused but I kept a very happy smile on my face as I walked past them. When I was inside the bathroom door, I leaned against it confused and a bit out of sorts. The sound of them resuming their noisy copulation did make me smile in earnest and I had to giggle a little at their startled faces.

When I returned, they were on the homestretch with Miranda’s eyes rolling back in her head. She was in the final stage of her orgasm. I could tell from Claude’s pained expression that he was on the verge of shooting his load in my sister’s dripping vagina. He looked at me standing there and grabbed her hips with both of his hands. He pulled her ass back hard against his groin and held her there impaled to the hilt and not moving. Claude shouted out something in French and I could see the spurts in his beautiful blue eyes that saw me even as he gave his creamy cum to my identical twin sister Miranda.

Miranda collapsed onto the carpet and I got on my knees in front of Claude. I sucked his hardened cock inside my mouth and I tasted the sweet female scents of my sister. It was almost like tasting myself. I licked him clean and kissed him all over telling him,

“You gave it to her good, my darling Claude. I know my sister loved your huge cock deep inside her just like I do. Later tonight, I want you to give it to us both at the same time. Whoever gets your load will be the winner and the other will have to give you her ass to play with.”

Claude seemed to really like that idea and I could see the wheels turning in his sex-fixated brain.

Miranda was still on the floor. She was giggling like a silly schoolgirl. I wondered if she had been drinking or had taken something to enhance her pleasure. I had never seen her do anything like that but she had been at college for almost 4 years.

I found out that it was just the combination of her cold medicine and a little too much wine before eating. Later that evening, the three of us managed to find a number of varied combinations to exercise our sexual equipment. At one point, I found my face was inches away from my sister’s pussy as Claude’s lovely cock slid in and out of her squishy female slit. I pushed in a little closer and kissed and licked Claude’s slick cock stretching Miranda’s pussy to the limit. He groaned deliciously and leaned over me to push his saliva dripping thumb deep into my brown eye. I came close to screeching like a virgin schoolgirl getting a taste of cock the very first time.

When Miranda won the bet and claimed Claude’s load shortly after midnight, I knew my butt was going to be Claude’s property for a deep penetration ass-fucking with his super-sized cock. I ran into the bathroom and quickly lubed my brown eye all over and even deep inside with a big glob of nicely scented lube. It paid dividends when Claude spread my ass cheeks and claimed his prize.

My sister Miranda held my face between her hands and she kissed my lips and my nose and my eyes with her soft pink tongue and lips. I didn’t hate her at that point. In fact, I wanted her to kiss me all over but the nine inch cock buried in my ass demanded most of my attention. When Claude started to pound me hard, I knew my tears were falling from the corners of my eyes and I was grateful to Miranda for licking them off my face before they fell to the bed. The warm feeling that filled my rectum signaled that Claude had gotten off successfully.

He slapped my ass hard and told me I was a “good girl”.

My sister went back home the next day and started her job search.

Claude wanted to get closer to me but I dropped him a week later with the excuse that I had decided to be a “full-time” lesbian and wanted to cease all cock related friendships. He looked at me kind of funny and just left without another word.

I think he had a phobia about such things.