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Double the pleasure with twins

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: Tom49 Posted on: 14 Dec 2003 1 comments
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Ingmar and Ingrid were thirteen-year-old twins from Norway...The other country girl-boy experience happened the following summer with two sisters whose parents were renting a summer cottage by the lake. Ingmar and Ingrid were thirteen-year-old twins who would stay up at the cottage with their mother during most summer week days and then their dad drove down from their hometown in the northern part of the state to spend the weekends. That summer I was 15 and became good friends with the Nylander girls. They had immigrated with their parents to the US from Norway when they were ten and spoke English with a cute accent. They too were also very "cute". They were both blond and blue eyed and were just beginning to develop breasts. I guess I liked them equally and so I didn't really have a crush on either one of them. I also think that I may have thought they were too young to be objects of my masturbation fantasy.We went on many swim jaunts to the beach, movies in town, roller skating, blackberry picking excursions, and a few picnics by the lake. On the last weekend of the summer, we planned a hike and a picnic to the ruins of an old stone farmhouse with a small stream that started from a real cold bubbling spring next to a stone pump house. My older brother had taken me to the place several years before and I had explored the area many times. It was probably about two miles through some woods, pasture and along a swampy area. Our parents made sandwiches; we took fruit and cookies and also a jar of lemonade. The girls carried an old quilt tied like a bedroll and an old school bag with some plastic cups, napkins and a deck of cards. I carried my scout knapsack with the food and the jar of lemonade. Also, following the Scout motto of "be prepared", I clearly remember that I also had my pocket knife, a flashlight, matches and a first aid kit.While we trekked through the woods we walked past a tree house that I had built several years before. We all climbed the steps that were nailed to the tree and took a short "cookie and 'ade" break. Then it was on through the pasture where we chased some cows and avoided all of the "cow pies". Going through a swampy area, we tried to avoid the sticky black muck, but all managed to get our gym shoes and socks thoroughly muddy with the sticky and stinky swamp muck. It took us about 45 minutes or an hour to get to the ruins and I felt like Roald Amundsen the Viking explorer leading my two Norse Goddesses! There was a lot of laughing and giggling as we arrived at the site and plopped down on the grass. We were sweaty and our shoes and socks were a mess so we quickly took them off. I suggested that we wash them in the stream and then lay them in the grass to dry. We then went down to the spring and walked around in the icy-cold water, washed out the socks and cleaned our shoes as best we could. We sort of felt like pioneers! We laid out the quilt and drank some lemonade and congratulated ourselves about getting to the ruins.We decided to put our shoes on without the socks so we could explore the stone farm house, the small pump house and an old broken down wooden shed. The house only had one intact corner with two fieldstone walls standing with the other two walls lying as piles of stone. The large chimney was still standing and I suggested that we gather some wood and make a fire in the fireplace. In no time we had a nice fire burning in the old hearth. We decided to eat our sandwiches and to finish the lemonade as we sat on the quilt by the fire. We shared some stories about school and our friends at home. The girls were going into the eighth grade. I was going off to my sophomore year in high school. Ingmar pulled out the deck of cards and we started to play gin rummy, hearts, and "war". Since we didn't have any paper or a pencil to keep score, I scratched a rough scorecard on a piece of wood using my Scout knife as a writing tool. We had often played marathon card games that sometimes extended over various sessions for several days. After about an hour, I told the girls that "nature was calling" and I had to pee. They giggled a little and I stood up and walked around behind the wall where the fireplace was and proceeded to pee against the outside of the stone wall. As I was shaking my pecker to put it back into my shorts I heard some snickering and turned to see the sisters peering around the corner of the wall. I don't think I was embarrassed, but I yelled at them to stop peeking! They were laughing now and came over and the next thing I knew, Ingmar was pulling down her shorts and stooping down next to where my pee had hit the wall. Soon, she had a gushing pee stream splashing from between her legs. I had never seen a girl pee like that and immediately felt my dick begin to stir in my shorts. When she had finished she stood up with her shorts still around her ankles and turned toward me. She said, "I'm showing you my privates, so you have to show us yours"! I really don't remember if I said anything, but as I looked at her smooth pubic area with only a few wisps of tawny fuzz, I pulled my shorts down around my own ankles and produced my now hard penis. I didn't have to be asked twice.Now Ingmar looked at her sister Ingrid and told her to show her "twat", too! Ingrid was laughing and said, "No way". So there we stood, Ingmar with her pussy still wet from her pee and me with my hard-on dancing in the wind. Ingmar then said, "OK, then we'll just have to get naked and you can just watch"! With that, she stepped out of her shorts, pulled off her T-shirt and pulled her bra off over her head. I distinctly remember that she never unsnapped it and simply pulled it up over her small tits and threw it down with her shorts. I followed her move and quickly kicked off my shorts and jockeys and took off my T-shirt, too. Now, Ingmar and I were totally nude, except for our shoes, and Ingrid wasn't laughing anymore. Ingrid walked closer to me and looked down at my engorged and throbbing penis. "Can I touch it", she asked? I told her, "Only if I get to see your titties". She looked toward her sister who was nodding "yes" and Ingrid pulled her shirt over her head. She didn't have a bra on and her tits were a little smaller than Ingmar's, but there I was, looking at a pussy and four tits with my dick standing at attention. Instinctively, I grabbed my cock and began to stroke it, slowly at first, but then a little faster. Ingrid moved closer and reached her hand out and touched the now pre-cum glistening tip. With that female-fingered touch, I blew my load and watched as my spouting cum shot a hot wad directly onto Ingrid's arm. She pulled her hand back and watched as the next three or four jolts of cum sprayed out onto the ground."Neato" said Ingmar. "Can I touch your penis, too", she asked? Oh, for the good old days of adolescence! My pecker never went soft as Ingmar walked over and placed her small hand firmly around my cock and began to jack it up and down. Ingrid then said, "Tom, your penis is bigger than our Cousin Lars' whacker". And, Ingmar added, "You squirt more juice than he does, too!" As she continued to pump my cock, I reached up and rubbed Ingmar's tits with my right hand while I squeezed Ingrid's tiny nipples with my left hand. Both sisters had their eyes glued to the end of my dick and with a few more strokes, Ingmar had me shooting my second load of jism, but this time, her sister Ingrid cupped her hands and Ingmar pointed the tip of my shooting cock so that all of the cum bursts went directly into her sister's waiting hands."Oh, your juice is warm and pretty", Ingrid said, as she lifted her hands up so that her sister could look at my offering. "I like the way your juice smells", commented Ingmar, as she rubbed her fingers into the jism in her sister's hand. "And, I like the way it tastes", replied Ingrid, as she stuck her tongue out and licked some cum off of her other hand. I, on the other hand, was simply glad that the sisters were there, naked, let alone, jacking me off!We picked up our clothes and walked back into the ruins by the fireplace. As we sat down on the quilt, Ingrid slipped off her shorts and panties and said, "Well, I might as well be naked butt, too!" So, now I had four titties and two nearly hairless pussies to look at. "Do you want to touch our slits", asked Ingrid? "You can finger us both if you let us jack you off again", added Ingmar. Seventh heaven could not have been better! And, it would be about ten years before I ever had a threesome again, and that would be with a mother-daughter duo, not two nubile young twin sisters.As I lay back onto the quilt, the sisters each snuggled up alongside me. My dick was still hard as a rock and seemed to know than beggars couldn't be choosers, so, it was feast or famine time. As Ingrid grabbed my erect penis with her right hand, Ingmar placed her left hand between my legs and began to gently rub my ball sack. "You have more crotch hair then Lars, too" Ingmar said, as she rubbed my balls and fingered some of my pubic hair. "Who is this Lars guy", I asked? "Oh, he's our cousin in Norway" Ingrid replied. "Our mothers are twins and we visit with him once or twice a year since we moved to America", added Ingmar. Then they added that Lars was the same age and how they had been touching each other's privates since they were all about 5 or 6 years old. Then Ingmar added, "We're going to let Lars fuck us next year, now we only let him finger fuck us and suck our boobies."With that knowledge, I plunged the middle finger of each of my hands firmly into each spayed and waiting fuzzy pussy slit. I didn't know about clitoris' or female orgasm at the time, but it was readily apparent that these girls knew how to jack off a boy and both eagerly wanted me to finger fuck their pussies while they shared the stroking of my dick. Now, my third cum-load was churning in my balls as first Ingmar and then Ingrid pumped their little fists up and down over my blood-engorged dick. Ingrid leaned over my about to burst cock and dripped a glob of spit onto her sister's pumping hand. "Spit helps to make jacking off easier" she said, as if she had more jacking off experience than me! Great, I thought, now I'm getting tips on jacking off from twins from Norway!Needless to say, my dick really didn't need much lubrication since Ingrid's cum-soaked hands had done an excellent job getting this third jack off session started! And, now as the index and middle fingers on each hand were buried to the hilt inside the soaking virgin pussies of my Norwegian Goddesses, I shot my final orgasm of the day! This time, my cum shot up into the air with one of the bursts hitting Ingrid's blond bangs and the other spurts landing on my chest and in my pubic hair. Ingmar continued to pump my cock until the final dribbles coated her fist with a glistening shimmer that shined in the shadowy sunlight. "That was fun" laughed Ingrid, as she added, "Now we get to watch your penis go 'nitey-nite'", as we all laid there somewhat exhausted and sated. That was to be one of my finer masturbation episodes for years to come and also served up vivid memories for many personal jack-off sessions when I didn't have an available sex partner.The rest of the "picnic" was somewhat anti-climatic as we all got dressed, put out the fire and retrieved our now dry socks for the walk back to our cottages. That late summer afternoon remains as one of my fondest memories of sexual experiences past. The Nylanders didn't rent the lake-side cottage the next year so I never found out if Lars got to fuck his cousins, but I'm betting that he did! Since the onset of the internet, I tried to find the Nylander sisters using several search engines, but, for now, they will forever remain as only fond and erotic memories.