Charlie and I are nerdy-looking guys. We are very nerdy-looking. Girls do not find the very nerdy look very attractive, so we do not have much luck with girls. Which is ironic because I have a big cock.
We are so alike in our nerdiness that most girls assume that we are brothers, if they notice us at all. Mostly they do not notice us, which is why they never get to know that I have a big cock. Their loss.
We were in our local pub, having a pint, when the twins walked in holding hands. Identical twins. I had never seen such beautiful girls in all my life. Perfectly groomed blonde curls, flawless skin, big blue eyes, long lashes and rosebud lips.
They were petite, little more than five feet tall, with the faces of angels and the bodies of porn stars.
They wore identical low-cut mini dresses which left little to the imagination, stockings and stilettos.
They had shapely legs, round butts, slim waists and fantastically full breasts with prominent nipples. Surely they must be wearing push-up bras. They sat at a table and picked up the drinks menus.
Ever the optimist, Charlie said, "Let's ask those two hot babes if we can buy them a drink, Tommy."
I sighed and followed him, drinks in hand, to the girls' table. I was dreading what would happen next.
We would ask them if they would like a drink, they would decline our offer and we would slink off with our tails between our legs while they watched us go with looks of contempt or pity on their pretty faces. I couldn't decide which was worse.
"Hello, ladies," he said, "I'm Charlie and this is Tommy, would you two ladies let us buy you a drink?"
I waited for the rebuff, which would be followed by the walk of shame, but it never came.
"Ooh yes please," said the first twin, "Pleased to meet you Charlie and Tommy, I'm Linda and this is Rachel, we're twins, and we'd like to try some Sex on the Beach."
"So would we, love," quipped Charlie, the silver-tongued seducer, "but we're twenty miles inland."
The twins actually laughed at his joke, and not just a polite laugh, they really thought it was funny.
We had a few drinks and few laughs and when I kissed Linda, or it might have been Rachel, she kissed me back, and tongue-wrestled me, and when I stroked her thigh she smiled and stroked mine. Charlie was having just as much luck with Rachel, or it might have been Linda. And most of the time the twins were holding hands with each other under the table.
Charlie and I told the twins that we lived just a five minute walk from the pub and would they like to come home with us? We didn't say for sex, but it was implied and they knew it. They said yes.
Everything was going fine until we got them out of the pub and tried to take them home. Charlie and I do live five minutes away from the pub, but in opposite directions. The twins refused to let go of each other's hand. They were getting distressed and Charlie was getting frustrated. I was mellow.
"We thought you were brothers," said one of the twins, close to tears, "we thought you lived in the same house. You both said that you lived with your mother in a two bedroom house."
"Sorry, for the misunderstanding. Two different mothers in two different houses."
"We're inseparable, you see, Tommy," sobbed the other twin, "we could only sleep with you boys if your beds were in the same room, and only then if they were close enough for us to hold hands."
"I've had enough of this crap," snarled Charlie, and he stormed off in a huff.
"We're like one person in two bodies," said the first twin, sobbing, "If one of us stubs a toe we both feel the pain. If one of us has an orgasm we both feel the pleasure. If one of us is ill we're both ill."
"This happens every time we meet a couple of nice boys," sobbed the other twin, "we're going to be virgins forever. We're going to die old maids."
I took them back into the pub and bought them drinks and calmed them down.
They told me that they had always been inseparable, they had sat next each other at school and now sat next to each other in the office where they worked. I got their whole life story.
"It seems to me girls, that you will never find boyfriends and you might as well stop trying."
They looked forlorn.
"I can methinks see a potential solution to your problem." I tend to talk like that after a few drinks."
"You can? What is it?" they chorused.
"You're never going to have a boyfriend each, you're going to have to share one."
"Share a boyfriend?" said the first twin, smiling. "That's a brilliant idea. You're a genius, Tommy."
"Will you be our boyfriend, Tommy?" said the second twin. "Will you let us share you?"
Did they really think I might say no? "Of course I will."
"We've got a king size bed in our room that's big enough for three." said the first twin. "It wouldn't have been big enough for four so it's a good job Charlie's gone."
We took a cab back to their place. We were in the back seat with me in the middle, the twins were okay with me between them so long as they could reach each other's hand if they felt the need.
I kissed first one twin and then the other, wet, sloppy, tongue-wrestling kisses, and I alternated between them many times during the twenty minute journey. I didn't have worry about whether or not I should touch their bodies, they eagerly guided my hands to their magnificent breasts and gently stroked my thighs.
I occasionally caught the lady cab driver glancing at us in her mirror. Maybe she thought I'd hired a couple of high-class hookers, how rich did she think I was?
Anyway, hookers don't pay the cab fare, the twins did.
At their house we went straight to their bedroom, it was a large room with a king-size bed. The bedroom had its own shower room attached. The twins lost no time in shedding their clothing and helping me to shed mine. They hadn't been wearing push-up bras, they didn't need them, their magnificently large tits were natural. What I saw was what I got.
One of the naked twins got down on all fours on the bed, the other twin sat astride her sister's back, facing backwards. She beckoned to me and I knelt in front of her. She took hold of my rock hard cock and guided it into her sister's wet pussy. Both twins gasped with pleasure. The twin facing me kissed me on the lips. She had her hands on my butt cheeks, urging me to thrust harder into her sister.
"Which twin are you?"
"I'm Linda," she said.
"I need a way to tell you apart, Linda. I've got an idea, L for Linda, L for left. R for Rachel, R for right. How about I put a hickey on your left tit and a hickey on Rachel's right tit?"
"Ooh, that's a lovely idea, Tommy, do mine now please."
"Where do you want it?"