Nic Nac the Twinning Is Bac!

A second chapter to my original erotic tale. Back by popular demand, as they say.

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My name is Goo and I have a healthy libido. I'm pretty lanky, but I have a girthy piece of meat hanging off of my downstairs. It lilts to the left, is pointy as a pin and is the color of a beet. My pendulous nutsack weighs six pounds and dangles like two apples in a burlap bag. And the Huffington Post has actually rated my scrote one of the most cancerous dickbags in the US, but this, my friends, is a story for another day. My chin has a cute cleft in it, I look like a hot dad, have washboard abs, and am 19-years-old. My nips are purple, my perineum is braided, and shit likes to catch in my ass hair, so I have a perpetual log in a hammock. I have to clean that out with a steel brush.

There's one more thing you need to know about me. I'm a twin. Matthew, my twin brother, wants to fuck me badly. Like, I can see him staring at my tight, bell shaped ass when he's walking behind me. I can hear his tongue WAGGING as he sees me bend over in front of him in my sexy jean-shorts that practically split my asshole.

It's also worth noting, that neither of us are gay. We're just boys with primal urges, you know? And it's a Feltzburp tradition of to "keep it in the family", as it were. My dad wishes he could, too, for example. I can't TELL you the last dinner we had as a family that those two weren't drooling over my pert knockers.

"I WILL fuck you, Goo!" Matthew'd scream at the end of each meal, pounding his fist on the table and splattering mashed potatoes onto the varnish.

"You couldn't afford this cock" I'd tease, and finger my piss slit, driving he and dad wild.

My mom just rolled her eyes. Boys will be boys, she'd say.

The next day at school, Evan, Hank and I were talking about boys. Hank was a friend from middle school with curly hair and a penchant for getting all the ladies into his bed. He could pull so. Much. Tail. I'm talking, a dump truck full to the brim with vaginas. All just wet and ready to go, and he'd just pump through 'em like it was his job. Punch in, and punch out, in a way.

Evan, on the other hand, was a slovenly and unshaven filthball, but he was a great buddy of ours. He was tall, averagely built, wore perpetually stained clothing, and had a belch to word ratio of no less than 6:1. We were just standing there, chatting, when SHE walked up to us. Mrs Larsondaught. The hottest teacher in school.

MY MIND'S TELLING ME NOOO

BUT MY BODY

MY BODY'S TELLING ME YEEEES

I walk into her room, where she's beckoned me. Her long Tootsie-Pop finger looks as though it was made for poking prostates. I about cream my khakis right there.

I lean in and her stubbly 5 O'Clock shadow grazes my earlobe. I moan audibly but quickly cover my mouth in embarrassment. She giggles and I get goosebumps.

'I want you. I'm talking sexually.' she says.

I'm taken aback.

'You heard me,' she assured.

'Er,' I reply, not knowing quite WHAT to say. I ran my hand through my hair and gazed at the ground. My boy nipples were hard. I won't lie to you. But I'd never been with a woman in that way.

Maybe, and I mean, it's certainly possible, that she just wants to be friends. I may have misheard her, after all.

She unbuttons her blouse, revealing a sub-par breast, and an enormous ovular nipple. Maybe she was just airing it off. It could be hot in there all day, I reasoned.

She pinched it, and a geyser of milk cascaded onto my chin and dribbled down the collar of my button-down. Not a word was spoken.

Maybe it was like popping a zit. A pressure release type of deal. I had to admit, though, this situation was getting increasingly more difficult to be able to call the behaviour of a platonic friend.

'Fuck this pussy, or I'll give you an F on tomorrow's quiz.'

'WOOP!' I say, as though she were Flatts the Flounder telling me she'd kick my butt.

So, soon we're fuckin', needless to say. My withered red member is bent at about five different angles and is planted DEEP in her little girl pussy. I suck her long maroon nipples and she mangles my nuts with her fist. A real ball-busting beauty, as they say. Our tongues fought angrily for dominance. I thumbed her clit and fingered her TIGHT ass. I lick the shit off of my fingers and wrench my entire fist inside. With each angry orgasm it clenches harder on my forearm, until my entire hand is numb.

My balls slap her pussy lips and drip salty, sweat onto the desk from the tips of each pube. We were pure animals, and we didn't give two fucks the whole class was watching, and furiously whacking. Cum rocketed into the October sky all around us as sweat rolled off of me in buckets.

"Who wants to see their teacher's tight rectum flexing on the overhead?!" I cheered, fucking her deep, as my perfectly rotund baseball's tighten, just about to blow.

The whole class cheered. I flipped the bitch over and made the whole class finger our juncture.

Then the mask fell off.

There I was, fucking what wasn't Mrs Larsondaught, but instead, my cum-drunk brother, Matthew.

I fucked him raw and kissed him deep.

The whole class blew their loads. I pulled my pointy red dong out with a pop, releasing a surge of black diarrhea onto my cock and the desk. I beat my pork off in his face until I saw stars.

"Oh fuck" I moaned, going weak in the knees. I had no idea this fuck would turn to love. I loved Matt and never let him go. My 19 year old brother and I enjoyed each other's bodies a lot that summer.