[b]The Italian twins: Betty and Angela[/b]

The Italian twins: Betty and Angelaby MaxMon



Angela was the kind of girl in high school who broke the necks of young boys who turned too quickly to watch her pass. You know the kind of girl I am talking about; s*******n going on twenty-two. Her body was somehow transformed into a woman in a flash, and hot she was. She was one of those Italian fireballs of passion; large breasts, five-two, with an elegant face accentuated by her brown eyes set so deep, they were like embers that seemed to see right through me.

Once might say she was one of a kind, but she had an almost identical s****r, Betty. It's strange how twin s****rs can be so different and such was the case with Betty and Angela. I got to know both of them throughout high school, but, unfortunately, I didn't hook up with ether of them back then. I might have with Angela at one point between boyfriends. It didn't work out. She fell for a fellow Italian guy and dismissed me because I was black; at least that's what her s****r told me.

Man, Angela was so fine you would not believe it, too. I swear she must have been 38-24-36 because she told me of her s****r that she was 37-25-36 and Angela looked a slight bit larger in the bust-- a bit tighter in the ab department, too. If you didn't know them and tried to tell them apart, it would be pretty tough, but ya know how it is with twins; once ya get to know them it's easy. Come to think of it, if you saw them together it wouldn't matter because both were so beautiful. What's more, neither wore a bra most of the time, so the only thing you'd try to figure out is who to gawk at first.

I didn't get to know Angie that well in high school, even if I wanted to, but her s****r, Betty, and I became real good friends. She knew I wanted her s****r, even tried to make things happen. It's too bad that bitch didn't want a brotha because I would have treated her right. I had a good job in high school and could have taken her out to fine places, but she went with that football jock, Ralph. Isn't that always the case? What the fuck is the matter with chicks in high school?

Ralph was OK. At lease he was 't prejudice. He treated me as an equal, so we hung out from time to time. He got me out of some sc****s because he was a muscular guy that our senior class respected pretty much. He told me that Angie was a firecracker in bed, the bastard. I felt so jealous, but she could have done worse.

So, anyway, we were hanging out one night with about four other friends sipping a tall one at a residential side street, and Ralph was real down in the dumps. His best friend, Jack, was trying to make him feel better by getting him to talk about what the hell was bothering him, but he wouldn't tell us.

After a while the beers loosened his tongue and he said Angie wasn't happy with him in bed recently, but he wouldn't give us the details, so we started to joke with him. Jack said, maybe he was too quick on the finger-- a premature ejaculator. And Danny, he said, "You do know where the clit is right?" and we all started laughing.

Then, I said something stupid... but I was joking with him, and he took me seriously. I can be such an asshole sometimes, saying things I later regret. I said, "Maybe she needs more than what you are packing!" meaning that his dick was too small for her to appreciate. Hey, everybody was joking around with that kind of shit, but he jumped all over me for it. The other dudes quieted him down, but I must have hit a nerve. Man, I was so sorry he took me seriously.

A few days later Angie catches up with me in the lunch room. She didn't say so much. She just looked at me with angry eyes and said, "I just want you to know that Ralph is a great lover. He is a lot better than you, from what I heard from Sheila." Shit, that cut to the bone. The thing was Sheila and I never got it on, but I didn't say anything. I knew right then I blew it with her. She was never going to give me the time of the day, much less go out on a date anytime even if things didn't work out between them. I felt like a fool for saying such a thing to a white boy.

Man, would you believe things got even more out of hand than I thought when I finally caught up with her s****r, Betty. She was pissed. She said, "How can you say something like that to Ralph. Do you think Angie cares how big his dick is? Do you think she is that shallow? What the fuck, Tyrone?" And she went off on me for a good ten minuets. I let her let it all out. I deserved it for being so insensitive, but like I said, and like I told her, all of us were teasing him because he didn't want to talk about it. She really cut me down.

Things got out of hand and I lost my cool. I told her that it could well have been why Angie and him was having problems, that I was just guessing, but how he reacted, well, I told her maybe I hit the nail on the head, so to speak.

Things got personal when she said, "Well, maybe you've got a small dick and you've had that problem, which is why you brought the shit up in the first place!"

She went on and on, saying things like, "If you were some kind of stud, then why the fuck aren't you dating much, out swinging the the meat for the treat?" and "That's what I'm going to tell Angela, that you said you have a small dick and you were projecting onto Ralph! Is that what you want me to tell her, Ty?"

This started getting personal. I valued her friendship and all, but a man has to call the line somewhere. I told her the truth, which I think she already knew. I said, "You know I'm shy and I don't know how to ask chicks out. I know that I'm at least average down there, so get off my back!"

What the fuck did I know. I mean, I never hung with the jocks in the locker room and I was a k** and all. The fact was I had only been with one girl; she was a hooker my older b*****r set me up with. So, then I started wondering if I did have a small dick and all. She made me feel so uncomfortable, she half-way convinced me! I really liked being friends with Betty and I felt sorry she might not want to hang with me because of this crap. I felt terrible. What the fuck is it with high school girls anyway?

I didn't see the twins for a few weeks. I kept clear of them for a while, thinking they needed to cool off. Then I ran into Betty at a party at my best friend's house, when his mom was out of town. I got there late and she was pretty d***k. She came up to me and said, "I've been looking for you, Ty. Angie wanted me to find out something."

She took my hand and pulled me over to the closet where she had her coat. She dug into a pocket and produced a small blue, flat cylinder with a tab that was sticking out the side. She didn't say anything and watched me figure out what it was. It was one of those retractable tape rulers!

Betty was watching me for a reaction. When our eyes met, she was smiling, like she was playing some sort of a joke on me... something her s****r put her up to. She said half-joking, "Angie said if you were such a stud you'd let me measure your dick, and we could post the results up on the main announcement cork-board at school!"

Man, this issue wasn't going to die. I got angry, knowing she was bluffing, that she'd go back to Angie and tell he about how shocked I looked when she produced a ruler.

I said, "OK, let's go in here, Miss Betty and you can give me a tug or two. I could give two shits if you think I have a big dick or a small dick. All I want is for you drop this shit and still be my friend because I miss hanging out with you!"

She took a big gulp of her beer, looking like she wasn't sure what to do. I called her bluff. I hoped she would make up with me so we could sit down and have a beer like we used to do. I'll be damned if she didn't raise me like we were playing cards of something.

She laughed and said, somewhat slurred, "I'll call your bluff; I raise you and call. Show me what you got."

I said, "If we do this thing tell me, no matter what, you will let me off the hook for being such a dork, telling Ralph that stupid comment."

Then, Betty surprised me and said, "Maybe you've got a larger cock than he does, as if that matters. It really doesn't matter. What matters to me is you hurt Angie's feelings, Ty, and in hurting her you hurt me."

She looked sad. Sad and tipsy like she really did value my friendship. So, I told her flat out, "If you want to measure me you'll have to get me real hard, you know. I'm not lettin that thing," referring to the tape measure,"near me unless I'm rock hard."

Smiling, sipping her beer, she asked, "What is it you want me to do?"

"What do you think?" I said.

"You want me to give you a blow job."

She looked deep into my eyes and I could see she was actually considering it! Honestly, for the first time in my life I felt intimidated, like if I didn't 'measure up' she would tell me to hike up my pants and then tell Angie I had a small dick or something. I mean, at that point in my life I thought I was at best average. She read my trepidation and acted on it.

She said, "Well, if you have a small dick-- once I get you hard-- I won't finish you off, and I'll post a note on the chalkboard in the girls shower the exact size I measure."

"How about it just be between me and you, Betty? OK, maybe you can tell Angie if you'd like. It's nobody’s business what I'm packing."

"Oh, but it is, Ty, and you made it that way when you cut down Ralph..." she said before I could interrupt her.

"... I didn't cut down Ralph! He and I are still friends, so cut the shit!" I started to feel real angry that this thing kept going round and round.

Betty said, "Look, the terms here are that I'll give you a blow job and I'll post what I find on the chalkboard. Take it or leave it." She added with a smile, "But I sure love sucking cock."

I thought, what the fuck was that all about. She never told me what she did sexually and I never told her, primarily because there wasn't anything I could tell her. Now, she basically told me that she wants to suck my dick! Or was it she wanted me to whip it out so that she could make fun of me, and tell her s****r what she did as a way to get back at me? What the fuck is it with high school girls?

I said with the most confidence I could muster, "Tell you what. I'll get us two more beers from the fridge and we can go upstairs, but I want to see you naked, too. That's my final offer. Otherwise, I'm through with this shit, Betty."

She thought about it while playing with a strand of her hair, while she anxiously moved side to side. It was like she was holding back, like she couldn't decide. Then, Betty blurted out, "I've never been with a black guy, Ty, and my Dad would kill me if he found out. He would probably kill you, too! I don't know about this."

Since I'm pretty smart I knew not to say anything. I just leaned back and waited for her to work through her own issues.

"Tell you what," she said," how would you feel about no kissing me, and that I'd keep my pants on. Yes, that's my final offer. It sounds like a pretty damn good one to me, too." She pushed her tits together and said quietly, "I bet you'd like to come all over my perfect boobs."

That was it. I was sold. Man, she had some real nice breasts. I saw her in a bikini once and my jaw dropped to the ground. That was all I needed. I started to get hard right away.

After we got upstairs to the spare bedroom Betty was all business. It was like she was a hooker doing her job or something. As soon as I took my shirt off she pushed me onto the bed, like she didn't want to get me naked. She took off her shoes and socks, pulled her shirt over her head and gracefully removed her bra. Then, she lay down beside me and started to undo my pants. She didn't try to kiss me or even offer any sense of passion, which turned me off initially. It all seemed so clinical, I guess.

Once she got my zipper down, Betty tried to pull my dick out, but like I said I was already hard. She tried to grab the base of me and did her best to get it out, so I tried to slide my pants down for her, which was difficult since her weight was on my chest. Anyway, after some work my prick sprang out at her like a jack-in-the-box. It slapped her in the face and she looked real surprised.

"My god, Ty, you're fucking huge!" she said. "I've never seen anything like this."

She tried to circle my girth, but her hand was real small. I was surprised to see how she reacted, the amazement on her face. Like I said, I assumed I was pretty average, so what the fuck did I know. She kind of looked at my cock as if it were some sort of oddity seen at the County Fair. But feeling her tits against my chest, and her two hands encircling my dick got me rock hard.

Betty laughed hysterically, like she was embarrassed. She went on about how big I was, but I forget what she said exactly. What I do remember is her soft lips and talented tongue felt fantastic. She changed her position so she could get between my legs and I watched her greedily suck on my cock. She started to breath heavily and her face got all pink, rubbing her hard nipples against my dick. One of her hands disappeared and I could tell she was playing with herself.

Just before I was ready to come, she stopped and said something about forgetting what she was supposed to do. Some of my cum dribbled out the end I was so close. A moment later I saw the tape measure in her hand and she looked like a seamstress measuring fabric for a dress. I laid back and ignored her, since she stopped me from having an incredible orgasm.

I heard he say, "You got cum all over my tape-mesure!"

She went back to sucking me and playing with herself and we came at the same time. As she promised, she let me squirt a huge load on her big tits, which, by the way, were perfect. She lapped up what she could and used my t-shirt to clean up the rest.

Betty got embarrassed once she came. I assume part of it was being with a black man or some crap like that. She put her shirt on and left, again, like a prostitute done with her trick. I went downstairs and we ignored each other the rest of the evening, me with wet spots all over my shirt.

The following day at school I was eating my lunch when a gaggle of those Jewish girls walked by laughing at me. A friend of mine, Rhonda, sat down with me and started to eat her sandwich when two pretty cheerleader seniors walked by looking at me strange, like they were checking me out.

I asked Rhonda, "What the fuck is with them. They never give me the time of day."

With her mouth full of a turkey sandwich, Rhonda said, "It's probably they read what Betty posted in the girl's locker room."

I asked, "And what was that?"

Rhonda swallowed and said, "She used a lot of different colored chalk to make a pretty realistic-looking picture of a large penis. She is an art major and she sketches pretty damn good. And under it she wrote, 'Tyrone has a eight and three quarter inch penis and it's seven and a half inches thick.' I'm not sure how she knows that, but I'd imagine you will be popular with the curious girls around here if she was telling the truth, including myself."

So, I guess it turned out I have a pretty big dick, but I still think I am average in that department. Anyway, it did turn around my summer for me. Betty and I are still friends and she did give me a few more blow jobs, too.

As for Angela, well, she and Ralph eventually broke up and guess what. A few years later we got married!

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