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Subject: {ASSM} "Twin"  by  deirdre  (MF, nc?)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll  and  Please Cain
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Date: Mon, 01 May 2006 10:10:01 -0400
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Twin 
by deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. This is the last set of the 156 stories, posted as part of the
a.s.s.m. 2006 "deirdre fest."

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Mon, 30 May 1994 04:11:32 UTC 

It's possible that you have noticed that for some of my main
character/narrators, the elevator doesn't quite reach the top floor.
(If you are just now learning English, then there's an idiom you can
study) The problem is that I prefer to write stories with the main
character narrating, but I also like to keep secrets from the main
character. Thus if I let the reader in on a secret, then the main
character isn't thinking things through very well. If I'm lucky, they
just seem distracted. Otherwise . . .

Disclaimer: this is not reality; it is a string of words. The author
does not wish to live out the experiences described. The author does
not wish anyone to live out the experiences described. If you lack the
maturity to grasp this disclaimer, then under no circumstances read
this story without the express permission and guidance of someone more
mature. -- deirdre

Twin 
by deirdre

My wife, Sherry, is generally quiet and proper. But even so, she
absolutely loves sex with me, though in a sweet, affectionate way. She
actually can't seem to get enough. But there have been a few times that
she has *really* surprised me. The first time was before we were
married. We had been living together a few weeks and were really
getting along well. One night after we had just turned in, she grabbed
my head and kissed me. That may not seem like much, but Sherry was
usually more passive about sex. This night, though, she let go and went
after me and once we were at it, she amazed me with her attitude: she
gets excited and often moans when we have sex, but this night, she
talked to me more, saying things like "Oh, yes! Real hard! Harder!
Please!" She also grabbed my body and pulled me into her. Believe me, I
had no complaints!

After we both came, we lay there in each other's arms, and soon she was
nibbling on me and giving me a sly giggle. I couldn't believe it! She
wanted more! I couldn't figure out what had gotten in to her, but I was
sure to oblige.

Except that I heard a noise in the house--a suspicious noise. I got up
to investigate. I whispered to Sherry that I was going to investigate a
noise and she grabbed my hand and asked me to stay. But that noise had
bothered me too much so I wasn't going to be stopped. Then Sherry got
up and got in her robe and came along. She said she wasn't going to sit
there all alone.

I checked around, and when I got to the guest bedroom, I got one of the
surprises of my life! There was a nude woman in there, tied up,
blindfolded, and gagged! Sherry and I looked at each other, and then
she started talking, nervously and rapidly. She said it was her sister
Sheila! The woman was trying to say something and was obviously trying
to escape. She was lying face down on the bed and had gotten her knees
to the floor, but her feet were tied together too well for her to get
any further. Sherry reminded me of how she had a twin sister and how
she had warned me that Sheila couldn't be trusted. She said that Sheila
had come to visit...actually, to make her sister miserable and that
Sheila would do anything to steal me from Sherry. She said she finally
had to do this to protect her own interests.

My jaw dropped. I had never suspected that Sherry would do such a
thing. I told her I was going to untie Sheila, but Sherry was
adamant--she insisted that if that woman were untied, she would do
absolutely everything she could to get me away. She said Sherry and
Sheila knew each other well and I shouldn't worry about this. I don't
know how, but somehow she convinced me to leave the woman tied.

Then Sherry really surprised me. She said I should give Sheila what she
was looking for--to do her ass right there! I realized I didn't know
Sherry as well as I thought I did. But family relationships can be very
revealing.

Sherry continued to insist that I do Sheila's ass. Sheila had started
trying to say something again and was squirming a lot. I told Sherry it
would be rape. I was still mystified by the way Sherry was acting that
night. Sherry said it wasn't rape because Sheila definitely wanted my
cock. In the ass. It didn't look right to me and I told Sherry
so--Sheila was still struggling and saying something. Sherry said I
should massage Sheila's cunt, and only take her ass after she got
excited. She said if Sheila started getting excited and wiggling her
ass in an inviting way, I would know she wanted it.

Well, I told her I wouldn't do it unless it was obvious Sheila wanted
it. But I started caressing Sheila's cunt with my fingers. Sherry told
me to make sure they were wet and to make sure I fingered Sheila's
clit. She kept on giving me very explicit instructions. Sheila had
stopped wiggling and seemed to be resigned to the caresses. Soon I felt
her wetness. Sherry actually put a finger on Sheila's cunt to check the
wetness herself! Sherry told me to frig her faster. Soon I heard
Sheila's breathing grow heavy. Sherry gave me a tube of K.Y. and told
me to get Sheila's ass ready with my fingers. It was happening! Sheila
was wriggling her rear and pushing it towards me! She looked like she
was out of control!

I slipped lubrication into her rear hole with my finger. She pushed
back on it! Sherry was watching closely and seemed amused! It still
strikes me as so weird that Sherry would be so interested in such kinky
stuff, and that she would ever think about me having sex with any other
woman, much less her sister.

Finally, Sheila was so hot, I thought she was going to go crazy. Sherry
told me to go to it. I was hard, but Sherry helped me along with her
hand anyway. I couldn't believe this was happening! I put the head of
my cock right on Sheila's rear hole. Sherry got down next to her and
whispered in her ear. I pushed. It was so tight and felt so delicious!
I gradually pushed it further, and soon had it pushed all the way in.
And Sheila was pushing back against me as if she wanted more! She
started pulling away but stopped and pushed again. She wanted me to
fuck! I started slowly and then gradually worked up 'til I was fucking
it with abandon! Sherry was giving me encouragement, like "Fuck that
little slut! Give it to her good! Give her what she deserves! She wants
it, the little slut! She needs it!" It was so different from the way
Sherry usually acted.

Finally I was coming, and it was obvious that Sheila was too. Sherry
was frigging herself under her nightgown and came too, so we all came
just about together! Afterwards, Sherry dragged me back to bed and she
was still horny! I was worn out though, and we played with each other
and kissed, but I wasn't hard enough to get it in her.

The next morning, Sheila was gone by the time I got up! Sherry was
already up and told me Sheila had left. She seemed exhausted, and I
noticed that she seemed even quieter and more reticent than usual for
the next few days. I figured that alcohol had loosened her inhibitions
for one night and now she was embarrassed by the whole thing.

But I sure thought about Sheila. It was weird that the only time I had
"met" her was under such circumstances. The next time I met her was
even weirder than that first time, if anything. I was off to a trade
show for a week, but ended up coming home after just two days because
it didn't turn out to be as useful as I had hoped. When I drove back to
my house, there were a couple of cars there that I didn't recognize.
Well, when I walked in, Sherry met me at the door and insisted that we
immediately go out for dinner. Though I was a little tired from my
trip, I was willing to relax at some place casual and that's what we
did. At the end of dinner, she told me that Sheila was back. I was
amazed and noticed that Sherry seemed to be watching me closely. We
went home immediately. I noticed that one of the cars I had seen before
was gone. Sherry told me the other one was Sheila's. We went in and
Sherry took me to the guest bedroom. Along the way she told me not to
say a word. Sheila was nude and blindfolded again. But she wasn't tied
up--she was kneeling-- sitting on her heels on the floor. And she
wasn't gagged either. Obviously she could get up and remove the
blindfold whenever she wanted to.

Sherry put her finger up to her mouth, making the sign to keep quiet.
She told me to go stand in front of Sheila. She insisted that I get
right up to her. Sheila immediately got up on her knees in front of me,
felt around for my zipper and unzipped it. She pulled out my cock and
started licking and sucking it. Sherry egged her on. Though we had had
a couple of beers, I was still amazed--it seemed that Sheila brought
out something weird in Sherry. Sheila kept sucking, and Sherry had a
leather belt she had picked up from somewhere. She started whipping
Sheila's rear, which made her whole body jerk. But she kept
sucking--harder in fact.

Sheila was good at sucking cock. I couldn't believe how enthusiastic
she was, and she was getting more of it in her throat than I ever would
have thought possible. While she was doing it, Sherry pulled off her
blindfold. She looked up at me, and I saw her eyes for the first time.

I was amazed at how much she looked like Sherry--they certainly are
identical twins--in appearance anyway. She looked shocked and stopped
her action. Sherry knelt down and whispered something in her ear. Then
she went back to work, with avengence, and soon I was coming. She took
it all in her throat and swallowed every bit.

After that, Sherry had her stay nude--in fact, she stayed nude the rest
of the week, acting as a housemaid. Sherry had her suck me off all the
time. She also whipped Sheila whenever she felt like it. Once she had
Sheila come in bed with us and suck me off while we were kissing. Then
she made Sheila stand facing the corner of the room while we made love.
Amazingly, Sheila never complained--in fact she said very little, only
speaking when spoken to--mostly when Sherry was telling her to do
something.

Finally, that weekend, Sheila left. Sherry had helped her get dressed
before leaving, and then seemed subdued, for days. In fact, that night
she wanted me to hold her all night, and wouldn't let me let go. It
seemed she wanted affection even more than sex. After the wild way she
was acting when Sheila was around, it was quite a change.

The next time I saw Sheila was when Sherry and I got married-- Sheila
was the maid of honor. That time I didn't see Sheila's wanton side--we
were with people and she acted normal except that I seemed to catch her
staring at me a lot.

Sherry, on the other hand, did surprise me, just like she had the other
times when Sheila was around. During the wedding, she managed to
whisper to me that she was looking forward to our wedding night and
that she wanted it rough. I was so distracted by that uncharacteristic
comment that I was lucky I didn't embarrass myself during the rest of
the ceremony. When we did get to our room that night, I was in for a
real shock. Sherry convinced me to let her tie me spread-eagle to the
bed--she had some handkerchiefs for the purpose. Then she sat on my
face and ordered me to eat her. After she had come once, that way, she
straddled me, and rode up and down on my cock. After we both came, she
lay down next to me and snuggled with me--with me still tied
spread-eagle--all night, in fact. In the morning, I woke up still tied,
but she was sucking my cock. She brought me to the edge, and stopped
with a wicked look on her face. Then she untied me and told me to take
her from behind-- hard! She got up on the bed on her knees, and believe
me, I never experienced anything like it. Aside from the kinky things
Sherry had made me do with Sheila, the rest of our sex had always been
completely vanilla--straight intercourse with me on top. Marriage
seemed to be making Sherry drop some of her inhibitions.

That day, we flew to St. Thomas. She continued to surprise me that week
with more ideas about sex. For example, she absolutely insisted that we
have sex on the beach late one night. Then later in the week, she
insisted we find a place where we could do it in broad daylight! Well,
I didn't complain.

One of the strangest things that happened was one afternoon when we
were just sitting by the beach, drinking. Sherry pointed out a woman to
me. The woman was absolutely gorgeous and wearing a tiny string bikini
that showed off her whole ass. Sherry made the comment "I'll bet you'd
like to fuck that ass".

I froze. This was the last thing I expected to hear from Sherry,
honeymoon or no. Was I being tested? I looked at her. She was still
looking around the beach at people. Soon she was pointing out another
woman to me. For the whole afternoon, in fact, she pointed out women
and suggested things I might like to do with them. Soon I loosened up
and got into the spirit of things. It was like talking to a fraternity
brother during college. And the things she was suggesting--besides
every kind of sex a woman might have with me, she was suggesting
paddlings and whippings, and suggesting how she would like this or that
woman to lick her pussy! And things we would both do to them! In a way,
I was more comfortable with her that afternoon than I have ever been
with a woman. She's never talked to me like that since, and I've been
very careful not to instigate such conversation myself--maybe it was
the drinks--and definitely the mood she was in during that week.

There was one more really unusual event. One evening we went down to
the hotel bar, and when we got there, Sherry pointed out a woman
sitting at the bar alone. The woman was older, maybe in her 30s and
looked like she had been drinking for a while. Sherry told me to go
talk to her and try to get her up to our hotel room! She insisted I do
it and wouldn't take no for an answer. Finally, to humor her, I did it.
I sat next to the woman and talked to her and found out her name was
Alice. I could feel her latching on to me--it seemed like I was her
universe after just five minutes of conversation. When I suggested
going to my hotel room, she was more than amenable. We got there and
the room was empty. I looked around a little confused. Alice clearly
wanted to kiss me, coming close and looking up at me. After a moment, I
obliged. While we were kissing, the door opened and in came Sherry.
Alice was a sight: first she looked smugly at Sherry, then she seemed
to be angry, then as Sherry seemed to come into the room with
confidence, and without my complaints, she looked frightened. She
immediately grabbed her purse, ready to leave. Sherry tried to talk her
out of leaving, but she wouldn't stay and soon she was gone. After she
was gone, Sherry laughed out loud. Then we immediately went to bed and
had the wildest straight sex imaginable. 

Sherry seemed very much subdued again after the honeymoon and wouldn't
talk about it at all. I haven't seen Sheila since then except that
Sherry insisted that we stop at Sheila's house on the way home from our
honeymoon--even though it meant driving 75 miles out of the way. Life
with Sherry really is nice even if she is seldom in those wild moods.
I'm still astounded and sometimes a little uneasy at the difference
between Sherry on most days and Sherry during those wild times.


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