There’s a neighborhood bar I frequent. I know just about everyone there and every so often, Larry, the bartender, hooks me up with free drinks. A few months ago, these twin sisters started showing up. Mickie and Trish. To say they stood out would be a massive understatement. If you’re wondering what sort of bar this was … think Moe’s from the Simpsons. Dirty, sad, the same few faces every night, complaining about their work, their jobs, their wives. Women never came here. So why did I go? Because Larry had a pool table and there was no where else in town to shoot. Because of that, I was the youngest guy there by like, 20 years.
So, there was Trish and Mickie, in their tight pants, mini shirts, and crop tops. The second time I saw them, I asked Larry what they had ordered the last time and then grabbed them a full pitcher. I brought it to their table with two frozen beer mugs and said, “You must really like shitty bars if you’re back again.”
Larry said, “C’mon, man. I can *hear* you!”
After a few hours, Trish, Mickie and I were good friends. As they left to go to some night club or whatever, I told them I’d see them around. And that ended up being true. I saw them at the gym. I saw them at the burger place getting milkshakes. I saw them at the movie theatre. And every time, we became a little friendlier until I said we should all get dinner.
Identical twins, yes. Different personalities? You bet. And it just so happened that I liked Trish a little more. There was just a better connection there. But then, over dinner, they dropped a bombshell. They were moving back to Miami at the end of the month.
“You’re moving? Noooo!” I said, showing them the saddest face I could muster.
“It’s okay,” Mickie said. “You’ll come visit us in Miami!”
Beach + Twins + Bikinis … okay. I could be convinced.
A few days later, back at the bar, the twins actually beat me there. Larry shook his head when I walked in and pointed to them. They were sitting in their usual booth, drinking. Mickie had been crying.
“Heyyy,” I said quietly as I approached and sat down.
“You’re not going to believe this,” Trish said. “We were all set to leave on the first of the month when our lease was up. We booked our flights, scheduled movers. And now look at this. Our landlord is kicking us out IN THREE DAYS.”
“WWWHAT?” I shouted, snatching the lease from her hand. “He can’t do … that … oh … yeah. I guess he can. He put that in the fine print? What a piece of shit.”
“He says he already has a new tenant who is ready to move in and that’s why he’s booting us. Where are we supposed to go? What are we supposed to do?”
“Well, first things first, we’ll pack you guys up right now. And I guess … I mean, my place isn’t much, but you’ll stay with me.”
They said they didn’t want to be impose, that they’d get a hotel room, but I insisted. We went by their apartment, spent the next day and a half boxing everything up and rescheduling the move. The movers came in a truck the following morning and took all but two suitcases. And then, we headed to my place.
“This is so nice of you,” Trish whispered as I opened the front door to my one bedroom apartment.
“Here’s the bedroom. You guys can share the bed and I’ll take the couch.”
There was another mini-fight over this. They insisted they could make it work in the living room, but I said it wasn’t necessary, the couch was plenty comfortable.
They stayed with me for a full two weeks. The first few nights were pretty quiet. But then, in the middle of the night, I heard one of them sneak out of the bedroom and head to the bathroom. She stepped on a creaky floor, which she thought woke me up.
“Hey,” I whispered.
“I’m so sorrrryyyy!” She whispered back.
“It’s okay, I was already up.”
She peed. She flushed. She came back outside and lingered by her door. I watched in the darkness.
“Are you awake? It’s Mickie.” She whispered.
“Mm-hmm,” I said.
Mickie walked over to the sofa and sat down next to me.
“Can’t sleep?”
“Guess not,” I smirked.
In the darkness, I couldn’t see too well. I sat up and put my arm on what I thought was the couch cushion, but was actually Mickie’s leg.
“Oh,” I whispered. “Sorry.”
“That’s okay,” she whispered, putting her hand on my hand and looking at me.
“I really appreciate you letting us stay here.”
Mickie leaned in and kissed me on the cheek. And lingered. I could feel her breath on my cheek and neck. I turned to her and put my lips against hers. Quietly, I crawled on top of her. We were breathing heavily, kissing, stripping our pajamas off of each other. I crawled in between her legs and quietly pressed my mouth against her pussy, licking softly.
“Mmmm,” she whispered.
I slid a finger into her and softly, gently, fingered her while I sucked on her clit. She writhed on the sofa as I went down on her, quietly humming and moaning, so as to not wake her sister.
After she came, I crawled on top of her and plunged myself into her.
“Ohhh,” she said with a gasp. I pushed, pumping in and out rhythmically, her tight, young pussy wrapped around my hard cock. The twins were in their very early 20s, obviously old enough to come to Larry’s, but perhaps not much older than that. And I was in 34. I grinded into her youthfulness, she was wet. Her thighs dripped with her pussy juices. I drove myself into her faster and faster.
“Cum inside of my pussy,” she whispered into my ear. She ran her tongue around it, inside of it, nibbled on the lobe.
I squeezed her tits as I grunted quietly, filling her with cum.
“Yessss,” she whispered as she could feel my cock pulsating into her.
I pulled out and kissed her. She smiled at me, pulled her jammies back on and snuck into the bathroom for a quick second before heading to bed.
In the morning, we woke as if nothing had happened. I made the twins coffee. We talked about our plans for the day and parted ways. That evening, we had a simple dinner, watched some stuff on Netflix and headed to bed. It was a bit of an inconvenience to have two women share your tiny one bedroom and ONE BATHROOM apartment. But we got very comfortable with each other very soon.
One evening, a few days later, when the twins had already headed to bed, I was at the kitchen sink doing the dishes when I suddenly had to pee. I went to the bathroom, but found the door was closed. I knocked softly.
“Yep,” Trish called out.
She opened the door a crack and looked up at me from the toilet. She was peeing.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hello,” she said, giggling.
“I didn’t know you were in here,” I said. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” she said. “You can come in.”
She moved around the door and I walked into the bathroom while she finished peeing.
“Hi,” I said.
“Hey,” she said, giggling again.
“I actually … also had to pee …”
“Oh!” She said, laughing. “Here, see if you can pee in between the space.”
Trish spread her legs. I laughed as she wiped and stood. We swapped spots and she began to brush her teeth. I lingered for a moment and then thought. Well, fuck it. I unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Trish sneak a glance. She smiled and brushed her teeth.
“So,” she whispered. “I heard that you and Mickie had a little night time fun the other night.”
“Oh?” I said. “Yeah. We did.”
“I’m a little jealous,” Trish said as she spit the tooth paste into the sink.
“Are you?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm.”
“Well, the last thing I want is for my house guests to be jealous. So, what do you suppose we should do?” I asked.
Trish dropped her pajama pants around her ankles.
“Eat me like you ate her.”
“Get on the floor,” I said.
Trish got on the floor, leaning slightly against the bath tub. I got on the ground and began kissing her inner thighs, rubbing my hands up and down her legs while she writhed and broke out in goosebumps. I stripped my clothes off. She stripped her shirt off. Identical twins. Identical bodies. I wondered if they tasted the same. Came the same.
I plunged two fingers into Trish’s sopping wet pussy. The only difference was, Mickie was totally bald and Trish had a full sized, thick, beautiful bush. She had a bikini wax, though, so everything else was smooth. I ran my fingers through her bush, pulling her clit towards my mouth. I licked and sucked and fingered her, watching her squeeze her tits.
“Let me suck you,” she whispered.
I got onto the floor, on my back. Good thing I’d cleaned the bathroom floor before they came over. Trish straddled my face and bent forward. She took my cock in her mouth and sucked, deep throating me with ease. I groaned as she slurped and licked and spat and jerked my hard cock. I could feel her tits against my legs. Her hard nipples. Her wet pussy hung over my mouth, dripping into my mouth as I licked her clit. She squirmed.
And then, there was a knock on the door. It was Mickie.
“We’re busy,” Trish shouted.
“C’mon, I have to pee.”
“Fine,” Trish said.
Mickie opened the door and giggled immediately.
“Hey guys,” she said as I looked up from underneath Trish’s pussy. I held up a thumb and winked. I watched Mickie slid her pajama shorts around her ankles. She sat on the toilet and winked at me, watching as I slurped her sister’s pussy juices and licked her clit. I mouthed, “let me see” to Mickie.
“Yeah?” She mouthed.
I nodded.
Mickie stood over the toilet, squatting, her legs spread, her pussy on full display. I watched, my mouth hanging open in anticipation as Trish continued to suck my cock. And then, a small trickle dripped from Mickie’s pussy. Somehow, my cock got even harder than it already was.
“Mmm,” Trish said, gagging. She spat and looked back. “WHAT are you doing?”
“Giving him a sexy show,” Mickie whispered as she began to piss into the toilet.
I writhed, squirmed. Trish shoved her pussy into my mouth and told me to keep sucking her clit.
“I’m gonna cum soon,” she whispered.
I ate her pussy, licking, sucking, running my hands all over her body, squeezing her hips and her back as I pressed her into me, all while watching Mickie piss into my toilet. Suddenly, Trish began to cum. Her suction over my cock tightened as she sucked my and hummed while she came. Her legs trembled until she finished.
“My turn,” Mickie said.
Trish sat up and crawled around, in between my legs while Mickie straddled my face. Her pussy was still dripping with piss as she pressed her lips into my mouth.
“Drink it,” she whispered, looking right into my eyes.
I sucked her clit when suddenly, I heard a hand whack against an ass. Trish had slapped Mickie on the butt. Giggles abound. And then, my cock was in the back of Trish’s throat.
“I want to cum so bad,” I whispered.
“Mouth or pussy?” Trish asked.
“Pussy.”
Trish crawled on top of me and began to ride. FAST. Her thighs slapped against mine as she bounced up and down. I continued to suck on Mickie’s clit.
“I’m gonna cum!” Mickie shouted.
“I’m cumming too!” I shouted. “Oh godddd I’m cummiiiing.”
I arched on the floor and blew my load inside of Trish’s pussy as Mickie came onto my face.
Mickie crawled off of me and collapsed against the bathroom wall. I looked up and saw Trish, still on my cock, smiling. I smiled back as she crawled off of me and squatting over my torso. I watched as the cum dripped from her cunt. Soon, a huge puddle rested on my stomach. Mickie licked her lips. Trish did, too.
“I want a taste,” Mickie said, crawling forward. She leaned down and slurped the cum that had just been inside of her sister’s pussy into her mouth. Soon, Trish was also slurrping up the cum.
“I don’t want you guys to leave,” I said, laughing as they both slurped up my cum.
“We’re still here for another week,” Trish said.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/c0kmuj/down_on_their_luck_mff_twins_oral_mast
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