With the Twins
“Charlie, the twins want to drive me home. Well, I think we’ll be making a pit-stop back at their house, but I’m sure I’ll get back home eventually. Will you stop back and feed my cats for me, just to be sure?”
“Do I get to take one of the twins home with me? You gotta give into temptation, but you can’t be that selfish. Why do you need two?”
“I’ve always been told that two heads are better than one,” I flashed my fangs and batted my eyes. “I’ve also been told to try everything once, twice if you like it. I really consider this to be more like a survey, is one better than the other, truly?”
“I’m willing to conduct the survey also, you know,” Charlie rolled his eyes at me playfully, as if not believing that I had such luck. “We both got laid once tonight, so now I have to find some twins, just to even the score with you. Can’t I just share yours, maybe even just sit in the corner and watch or be a cheerleader?”
“I totally have a skirt you could wear, too!” We giggled like rowdy schoolgirls. “I mean, I don’t have a problem with it…”
“Have a problem with what?” One of the twins swam up to the side of the pool, his voice causing me to jump ever so slightly. “I didn’t mean to scare you or interrupt, we were just wondering if you wanted to get going.”
“Well, Charlie and I were talking, and ya know, I really don’t have a problem with the idea at all, just to set the record straight, but Charlie expressed interest in the whole ordeal, and I’m thinking that others might as well. Tell your ride to get the fuck outta here, and I’ll make sure you get back to Chalmette. I’m up for a little exhibitionism, what do ya say?”
“It doesn’t bother me,” he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t think he’ll care either, as long as we get a ride outta here. What’s up?”
I shrunk me head between my shoulders and stuck out my tongue in a wicked grin that only Charlie could see. “If all else fails,” I mustered between silent laughter, “Charlie can drive you home, as he’s my driver here tonight, but I’ll make sure you get outta here. I’m sure there’s others that’ll make the drive.”
Locking eyes with Charlie, as if to make sure my offer was valid, he smiled and nodded. “Now, you go find Tarzan from earlier, and let’s get this shit started. I’m always up for a good orgy.”
With a final nod to Charlie, I dove into the pool; the lace clung to my body until once under the water where it flowed out like a blooming flower. Swimming up to either side, the twins spread the petals of my legs, one caressing in my pistol and the other dewing my toe with his mouth. Feeling like I’ve been plucked off a vine, I took a deep breath and plunged myself into the water.
One twin on each breast, kneading, tugging gently on my nipple rings, the saliva was slightly warmer than the pool water. Booth boobs preoccupied, one hand was inside me, and the other was squeezing my ass. A mouth met mine.
It was like Buddah, so many arms giving me attention, two mouths to give me pleasure. I had found enlightenment with the twins. Before jealousy could enter into the equation, there was this moment of peace, where both tried their hardest to please me.
The funny thing was that there were enough holes in me to fill. At first, it started with one dick in my mouth, the other in my puss. I left the anal to Charlie with his new toy Tarzan who he had found and was plunging deep inside him, as Charlie preferred being the bottom.
The large Scottish mask maker, Jim, even joined into the mix. A little fairy had landed on the leather maker’s lap, and tiny splashes waved the pool as she bounced on his cock. On deck, some others had joined in the festivities, but many seemed to not notice that anything was taking place, preferring to turn their heads and sneak glances for later masturbation.
Out of the corner of my eye, I think I caught a few dicks in the wind, masturbation I’m sure, not that it mattered. I liked to make people watch me, and I enjoyed putting on a show for their enjoyment. That’s why I couldn’t wait to take it to the next level.
Double penetration was ungodly amazing. One kissed my mouth, while the other kissed my neck. Both still had their claimed nipples erect.
My hands reached for each of their heads. Tickling ears, feeling the blades of hair and nails digging into the flesh of their necks. When orgasm came, my hands clenched onto their shoulders, one in each hand, nails digging for blood from flesh.
They were in a tantric wave, easily able to meditate down to each other’s level, keeping eye contact with each other. This was just to make me moan, scream out for attention of the ones who may not have noticed what we were up to in the pool. My body shook like a tambourine.
Slammed against the wall, I saw Jason fucking his Japanese whore, and I felt justified in my vulgar display. The twins were already hip to the game, challenging me to moan louder. For show, I let out a few ear piercers.
Show became reality. They mutually found my g-spot, just when I figured my orgasm was coming to a close. I heightened to a new level.
Feeling a white light burst out of me, I lost contact with my body, unable to tell where it ended and the water began. The twins were one whole part of me, for as this sensation lifted me, they were also rising up to my level. The three of us floated above our bodies.
Looking down, there were figures in the shadows, people in cloaks, perverts watching, entertainers fucking, conversations oblivious to all. We danced above our bodies, invisible to the rest, save those in the black cloaks. In a surge, a tidal wave knocked us back to our cum dripping bodies.
Still melted in the water, I ducked my head under, hoping the lack of water would preserve the hum in my being. It did. Emerging my head from the water, I felt like a baby taking its first breath.
“I’m hungry,” one of the twins smiled at me, raising an eyebrow. Nodding to his twin, he smiled. “Let’s feed.”
Charlie was cumming with Tarzan. Jim had a look of satisfaction on his face. A girl gave a guy head against the wall of the pool.
Jason was still pumping his girl, distracted. That’s why he didn’t notice the twins and I sneaking up on him until it was too late. I bit into the girl first, then cast her aside for both of them.
Jason’s jaw dropped open, so I filled it with my tongue, hopping on his still wet cock, just enough to make him cum quickly, while biting into his neck. He bit me back. The sensation was too familiar, too good; I pulled back and let him realize the twins had his girl, fucking and sucking on her.
Giving me a look that said how unfair my move had been, he shook his head and smiled. Grinning back at him, my hands reached out for a girl dressed in a red leather outfit that Jim had made. I caught her throat by surprise, but my fangs extended further out as I bit deep into her chest, towards her left breast.
The leather g-string set did not cover enough of her to resist my canines. Pulling her crisscrossed undies to the side, I fisted inside of her, while my fangs dug into her breast. Each pump of her struggling heart gushed more blood into my hungry mouth.
After a moment, I stopped. Looking at the twins, I bargained. “I’ll trade ya.”
Pulling my fist out of her twat, I tossed her in their direction, and they shoved the stumbling Japanese girl towards me. Her skin was even paler than usual. I wasn’t here to help that situation.
“Bitch, you’ve been bitten by everyone, haven’t you?” Scars lined her neck and wrist, along with the fresh puncture holes from moment before. I went to bite inside her thigh, but there were already freshly bleeding marks there.
My head lowered down to the back of her knee. Lifting her leg up with my head, the rest of her turned upside-down. She dangled from my mouth.
Shaking my head, I spit her out. She dropped to the ground on her head, thunking like a watermelon. I’m sure she thought the cement was her friend, but I was more into metal.
Pickets of the rot iron fence became implanted within her after soaring through the sky. Not dead, just uncomfortable. Jason seemed to amused to care for a minute, as he had been watching with whimsy while sucking with the twins.
Charlie looked at my greedily, sweat glistening his freshly fucked body. “There’s more inside. Who wants seconds?”
Orgy broke to feeding frenzy. Either you were fucking or feeding. One did not disclude the other.
All innocents were gone, either transformed, fed upon or tossed out the window, landing on spikes of either broken glass or turned up nails. The old school protection also works for weapon, as many windowsills and tops of doors were lined with such spikes to keep out intruders. Spikes penetrate with impact either way.
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