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Her name was Claudine. She was a dancer from a French island in the Indian Ocean and spoke English with a sexy accent. We toured South Africa together as cast members in a Broadway musical. She played a hideous witch who had turned herself into a beautiful redhead. I played a dumb baseball pitcher. In one of our scenes, she tried to seduce me, but I was too stupid to get the point. My character was supposed to be embarrassed when she rubbed her sizeable tits against my chest and ran her hands up and down my flanks. It was embarrassing, all right; I never failed to get a woody.
During Christmas week, we were appearing at a theater in a seaside resort town when some guy showed up at the stage door looking for Claudine. I was nearby when he tried to get past the doorkeeper and security guard. Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't place him. He was dark-haired, tall and handsome, and he had a French accent. They sent for Claudine. When she came out of her dressing room, she screamed and ran into his arms. He turned out to be her twin brother, Claude, on his way from their home island to a new job in Paris. They weren't carbon copies of each other, but they looked enough alike to make me realize why I thought I knew him.
Claude watched our performance closely that night. From his angle in the wings, he couldn't miss a thing, including my standard erection during the seduction scene. I could hear him cracking his knuckles during lulls in the music. He looked pissed. He grabbed me when the curtain came down, muttering, "Keep away from my sister, you pig," as if the act were for real.
Fortunately, Claudine was right behind me. She shoved him away and shouted at him in their island patois, which was a sort of French. I didn't understand most of it, but there was no mistaking its effect on her twin. He backed off, bowed a little toward me, and apologized. She had reminded him we were in show business and also told him I was engaged to a South African girl, which I was.
The upshot was that the three of us went out for drinks together after the show and had a great time. He had just flown in that day and didn't have a place to stay for the week he would be there, so I invited him to share my room at the hotel where the cast was staying. Claudine's room was down the hall.
When we got to the hotel, we went to her quarters. He took a bottle of 180-proof French booze out of his bag, and the real party began.
You might say I became their "father confessor" that night, or the third twin as it were, because they shared secrets with me they had never told a living soul. Claude was madly in love with his sister. No other woman attracted him or ever had, although he was so good looking one girl was known to have jumped off a cliff on the island and drowned when he wouldn't fuck her. Claudine was still a virgin, as was he, but for a different reason. She was determined to save her cherry for marriage. Still, she couldn't help but respond to her brother's matchless ardor. He worshiped her. She had let him lick her cunt to orgasm since they were 15, and sometimes licked his dick till he came.
While they were telling me these things, I began to get hot. My woody popped up again. So did his. I decided it was magic time.
I told him I had heard Frenchmen liked to eat pussy because their dicks were too small to satisfy a woman. I rattled off the old saw about how does a Frenchwoman hold her lover? By the ears! It pissed him off, as I thought it might, and he whipped out his tool to show me the size. It was a nice piece of work, to say the least. He was uncircumcised, with a thick fold of foreskin hanging off the tip.
I played dumb and told him I couldn't understand why his was so different from mine. That got him. He said he wanted to see. Out it came. Being circumcised, mine showed the head without a trace of foreskin. He was surprised. I had a feeling he was going to touch it, but it wasn't his hand that settled on my stiff cock. It was Claudine's.
"It looks so...so CLEAN!" she exclaimed, and without a word, leaned over and took it into her mouth.
She nearly scared me out of my wits. I had a vision of her twin brother slipping a knife between my ribs, but he was already so excited he was pulling her panties off and aiming his lips at her cunt.
My God, what an unforgettable night!
Claudine gave me the best head I ever had from a woman, even at a whorehouse in Bologna, Italy, that specialized in fellatio. I never enjoyed ruby-red lips wrapped around my penis more than Claudine's. We were all on the bed, rolled together almost in a ball. Claude was twisted around to lap at her pussy. He was holding the lips open with all ten fingers. A very thin guy, his prick was bouncing against his belly. I reached over and took it in my hand and hung on. You might say he fucked my fist. Her nipples were erect. She wanted them pinched and chewed roughly. I obliged.
We were so drunk it took a long time for us to cum. I cupped my hand over the head of his dick, and he shot all of his juice in my palm. I came deep in Claudine's throat. Minutes later, she hit her climax and rubbed her cunt all over her brother's face, crying like a baby.
We all fell back exhausted as the sun came up.
We woke up a few hours later just in time to get to the theater for a matinee performance. Even after such a night, I still got a woody when she danced. No aphrodisiac is more potent than youth. When the show was over, Claudine and I found Claude waiting outside the stage door. Now that I had their trust, they were more comfortable with me than they had ever been with anybody else. I was the only person in the world who knew their terrible secret. We went everywhere together that week.
The rest of the cast thought I was in love with Claudine and that her twin was a sort of chaperon. Someone called my girlfriend in Johannesburg, who in turn called me and threatened to break our engagement. Frankly, I didn't give a shit. I hung up on her. My interest was consumed by the twins. Claude was as straight as a board, as they say, but he accepted my playing with his cock while he played with his sister's pussy. He was also fascinated by my uncapped dick, which was smaller than his, so I guess he didn't feel threatened. Once he even took it into his mouth and licked it a little, but not for long because he was afraid I might cum.
Claudine and I had a good time making up games to play while her brother licked her down below. I taught Claude to lick her asshole, too, and that drove her wild. I'll never forget the night I made her put her feet on his shoulders while he tongued her anal opening, and she rubbed her clitoris with her fingertips. I got down on my knees at her head so she could lick my asshole while Claude was licking hers. It was a trip! We all masturbated to a climax. I came on her tits.
With them, two might have been company, but three was definitely not a crowd! At the end of the week, Claude flew away to Paris. His departure broke the spell. Claudine spent no more time with me except onstage. I ran into Claude on a street in Paris a few years later. I spoke to him, but he pretended not to know me. Several years after that, I met someone in California who came from their home island. He knew the family. He told me Claude had been killed in the Algerian War just months after I saw him in Paris, and that Claudine had married a French diplomat. She lived somewhere in South America, but he didn't know where.
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