by Ray Gordon
‘I thought that you were earning a fortune, Ali. From what I’ve seen –’
‘What do you mean?’ I cut in.
‘I saw you in the woods, Ali. I’m the one who sent you the vibrator.’
‘You sent it?’ I gasped, holding my hand to my mouth.
‘I know your game, Ali. And I’d like a piece of the action.’
‘Action? I don’t know what you mean. Why on earth did you send me a . . .’
‘I’ve seen you in the park, in the woods and at that bungalow. You’re on the game, aren’t you?’
‘You’re talking about my twin sister,’ I said angrily. ‘She’s the prostitute, not me.’
‘Twin sister?’ Simon frowned and looked somewhat anxious. ‘You don’t have a twin sister.’
‘That’s where you’re wrong. As you know, I’m adopted. I knew nothing about her until recently. If you want a piece of the action, as you put it, then you’d better see her.’
‘But it was you in the woods.’
‘We’re identical twins, Simon. If my parents found out that you’ve sent me a vibrator . . . They know about my twin sister. They know that I’ve been tracking her down, but . . . I might show them the present you sent me.’
‘No, no . . . look, I had no idea.’
‘Who was the man that called at my house?’
‘He’s . . . he’s a friend of mine. I thought you were . . . The idea was that he should make an appointment to see you. I’ve made a huge mistake, haven’t I?’
‘Yes, you have.’
‘Hang on – do you have a mobile phone? I rang you . . . My friend gave his number to your mother. She must have given it to you, so how did your sister get it?’
‘I gave it to her, Simon,’ I replied. He was suspicious, I knew. ‘I guessed that it was something to do with her, so I gave her the number. I also gave her the vibrator.’
‘But I saw you . . . You have the same name. That’s odd, isn’t it?’
‘Yes, it is. Several people have been mixing us up. It’s impossible to tell us apart, and having the same name causes real problems.’
‘Obviously. Look, I’m sorry.’
‘It’s all right, don’t worry. Just don’t tell my parents about my sister. They don’t know that she’s a prostitute and I don’t want them finding out.’
‘No, no – I won’t say anything.’
‘If you want to meet her that’s your business. Just don’t involve me.’
‘I don’t usually go with prostitutes,’ Simon sighed. ‘It’s just that . . . well, my marriage isn’t –’
‘I don’t want to know, Simon. All I’ll say is that my sister is very expensive. If you want to meet her, then be prepared to pay.’
‘Yes, yes, of course. She was very rude to me when I rang her.’
‘She was annoyed because someone had called at my house. She doesn’t want me involved in her business.’
‘Oh, I see. OK, let’s forget all about this. I’m sorry.’
‘As you said, let’s forget it. Now, I’m going to get a suntan.’
That shut him up, I thought happily as Simon scurried off into his house. I was lucky to have got away with it, I thought as I went up to my bedroom. Ali the slut was playing too close to home. There again, she was the perfect excuse for . . . What if Simon met the real slut? I thought as my mobile phone rang. It was time I met the real slut, I knew as I answered the phone.
‘Ali, my name’s Simon,’ he began. ‘I made a mistake and –’
‘Simon?’ I interrupted him. ‘I don’t know you. What do you want?’
‘I mixed you up with your sister. I made a huge mistake and . . .’
‘Are you the one who rang me earlier?’
‘Yes, I wanted to meet you.’
‘It seemed to me that you were going to blackmail me.’
‘No, no, I . . . I just wanted to meet you.’
‘Meet me for what?’
‘Well, sex.’
‘All right,’ I said softly. I was enjoying the game too much to say no. ‘Fifty pounds for half an hour.’
‘Yes, yes – that’s fine.’
‘Do you want me to come to you or would you rather meet somewhere else?’
‘The woods, where you’ve been . . . The woods by the park. There’s a stream.’
‘Yes, I know it.’
‘In about half an hour, if you’re free?’
‘I’ll be there.’
As I hung up, I thought that I must have been mad. Simon had known me all my life, and I was sure that I’d never get away with playing my twin sister. Fifty pounds for half an hour was amazing, but it wasn’t just the money. I was gripped by the game. Dangerous as it was, I was gripped by the excitement – and by the sex. Hoping that my mother wouldn’t get back for a while, I changed into my slut clothes and applied my make-up. I gazed at my reflection in the dressing-table mirror and grinned. The transformation was amazing. I was now Ali the slut.
* * *
I took a change of clothes with me to the woods. Once I’d earned my money I’d wash in the stream, put my other garments on and become Ali the innocent once again. While walking to the park, I reminded myself that I didn’t know Simon, that I’d never met him before. As long as I remembered that, I’d get away with it. The best thing was not to say too much, I thought as I followed the narrow path through the trees. Keep my mouth shut and I’d be all right.
‘Hi,’ I said when I found him by the stream. ‘You must be Simon.’
‘Yes, that’s right. Look, I’m sorry about the mix-up.’
‘Don’t worry about it.’
‘It’s incredible. Apart from your clothes and make-up you could be Ali. Your sister, I mean.’
‘You have half an hour, Simon. Do you want to spend it talking or . . .’
‘No, no.’ He passed me fifty pounds. ‘Er . . . what do you normally do? I’ve never been with a . . . I don’t know what happens.’
‘Most older men like to undress me. They like to undress a teenage girl and look at her young body before they get down to business.’
‘Yes, good idea.’
He stood in front of me, unbuttoned my blouse and gazed longingly at my bra. As he unhooked it and pulled the cups away from my firm breasts, I felt a pang of excitement course through my veins. It was strange to think that the man feeling the firmness of my small breasts was my next-door neighbour. Simon had watched me grow up, he knew my parents well . . . and yet he was stripping me and was about to have sex with me.
‘I’ve often looked at your sister,’ he murmured. ‘I’ve looked at her for years and thought about her young body and . . . and thought about fucking her.’
That was quite a revelation. ‘You have me now,’ I said. ‘Forget about her.’
‘I could be undressing her,’ he said, with a chuckle. ‘You must be identical in every way, so I could be feeling her little tits.’
I said nothing as Simon knelt on the ground and tugged my short skirt down. In fact, I found that the notion excited me. The next time he saw Ali the prude, he’d be thinking about her young body, her firm breasts and her pussy. He’d chat to her over the fence, and would imagine fucking her. The game had become a way of life, I thought as he removed my thong and let out a rush of breath. As he commented on the beauty of my hairless pussy, my tight little cunt-slit, I knew that I could never stop playing the game.
When . . . if I ever met the other Ali, I wouldn’t tell her where I lived. I’d already thought that it might be best if we never met, if she never found out that I existed. John was bound to meet her in the pub at some point and he’d realise that she wasn’t the girl he’d been fucking. I’d have some explaining to do. I might even have to tell him the truth. But I was sure that he’d understand. Besides, he wouldn’t want to ruin our arrangement. It might be best if I told him the truth before he met the real slut, I reflected. It might stop a lot of problems arising in the future.
Simon breathed heavily as he pressed h
is mouth against my hairless pussy lips and slipped his tongue into my wet slit. I couldn’t stop thinking that he was my next-door neighbour as he pushed his tongue into my tight vaginal hole and lapped up my flowing sex milk. I’d spoken to him over the fence less than an hour ago, and now he was licking and sucking between my legs. Wondering who his friend was that had called at my house, I decided to ask him.
‘He wants you, too,’ he said. He looked up at me, his pussy-wet face shining with sex juice.
‘In that case, give him my phone number,’ I said, kneading my naked breasts and pulling on my sensitive nipples. ‘What’s his name?’
‘Jack – and he’s got money.’
‘I’m pleased to hear it.’
‘He likes . . . we both like leather. Do you have any leather gear?’
‘Yes,’ I lied, making a mental note to go shopping. ‘What sort of clothes?’
‘Leather miniskirt, suspender belt and fishnet stockings, leather boots, leather top . . .’
‘OK, no problem. Do you and your friend want to become regulars?’
‘Oh, yes indeed. I can afford once a week if you can fit me in.’
‘That’s fine. You have my number, so ring me when you need to see me. Time’s running out so you’d better get on with it.’
He stripped naked and asked me to get on the ground on all fours. I did as he wanted, jutting out my naked buttocks with my knees wide apart and my hairless pussy lips bulging between my slender thighs. He knelt behind me and ran his swollen knob up and down my well-creamed slit, lubricating his cock in readiness to penetrate my teenage vagina. As he drove the entire length of his solid cock deep into my sex-drenched quim, he talked about my sister, how he’d looked at her in the garden and imagined fucking her tight little cunt.
Grabbing my hips, Simon repeatedly drove his cock deep into my teenage pussy and said that he’d often managed to look up my sister’s skirt and see her knickers. I’d had no idea that he’d looked at me with such dirty thoughts in his mind, and the notion really excited me. It might be fun if Ali the prude allowed him to glimpse her tight knickers now and then, I thought as my clitoris swelled against his thrusting shaft. Young Ali, in her sweet innocence, could drive Simon wild with her knicker flashing.
‘God, you’re so tight,’ he gasped. His swinging balls slapped my hairless mons as he fucked me harder. ‘I’ve dreamed about fucking you for years.’
‘Dreamed about fucking my sister,’ I corrected him.
‘Yes, yes – that’s what I meant.’
‘Imagine that I’m her, if you want to.’
‘Oh, I am,’ he said, chuckling as he slapped my naked buttocks. ‘The next time I see her, I’ll be thinking that I fucked her in the woods. Since you’re identical twins I know exactly what she has between her legs.’
‘I don’t suppose she shaves,’ I said, giggling as I imagined him trying to look up Ali the prude’s skirt.
Grunting, Simon increased his shafting rhythm and slapped my naked buttocks again. He was about to pump out his spunk, I realised as his cock swelled. His time was almost up and I thought it was a shame that I hadn’t given him more than half an hour. But I had John and Harry to attend to that evening – and John’s other friend. Three men, I mused as my clitoris began to pulsate. Three cocks, three loads of spunk, three mouths . . .
I cried out as my orgasm erupted within the pulsating nub of my clitoris. I shook violently as Simon’s spunk filled me and he let out a low moan of pleasure. I imagined him thinking that I was Ali the innocent. I had a lot of fun ahead, I thought as my naked body rocked back and forth and my orgasm peaked. Gasping in the grip of my amazing climax as Simon’s spunk streamed down my inner thighs in rivers of milk, I realised that I was going to be fucked by four men in one day. I was a fully fledged slut, I thought. And I was earning a fortune.
‘God, I needed that,’ Simon gasped as he slid his deflating cock out of my spunked vagina. ‘You were brilliant – thank you.’
‘You were pretty good yourself,’ I said softly, reclining on the ground and shuddering in the aftermath of my first orgasm of the day. ‘You’ll have to look out for my sister’s knickers when she’s in the garden.’
‘Oh, I will,’ he said excitedly as he dressed.
‘She’s so innocent and naive that it’s unbelievable. If she flashes her knickers it will be perfectly innocent. She has no idea about sex or what men think when they look at young girls.’
‘I’ll get back now and see if she’s in the garden. She was sunbathing in her bikini earlier. Anyway, thanks again. I’ll ring you, OK?’
‘Yes, you do that. And get your friend to ring me.’
‘I will – thanks.’
As Simon walked away, I squatted in the stream and washed the spunk away from my sex-slimed slit and my inner thighs. It had been a good day so far, I thought as the water cooled my outer cunt lips. I’d earned fifty pounds and I still had three more men to entertain that evening. I washed the make-up off my face, grabbed Ali the prude’s clothes from my bag and got dressed. I had a lot to do, I thought as I walked along the path to the park. I had to buy some leather clothes, fishnet stockings . . . But first, I wanted to go into the back garden and give Simon a glimpse of my tight knickers.
Luckily, my mother was still out when I got home. My skirt’s hem was just below the knee, but I knew that I’d be able to show off my knickers if I sat on a patio chair with my skirt hoisted up a little. Simon was there, hovering in his garden, watching, waiting. I thought that he hadn’t seen me as he slipped behind a bush, but then I realised that he was spying at me through the leaves. I reclined on my chair and pulled my skirt up. It was a hot day, and he’d think that I was behaving perfectly innocently as I parted my thighs and displayed the bulging crotch of my tight knickers.
I was tempted to pull my knickers to one side and masturbate, but I was supposed to be Ali the prude. Besides, Simon would see that I had no pubic hair and would become suspicious. I was quite happy to show him my knickers, especially as he’d be imagining himself fucking me. After ten minutes, he emerged from his hide and showed himself. I lowered my skirt as he smiled at me and commented on the weather. I left my chair and joined him by the fence. He didn’t mention my sister, but he did ask me whether I had a boyfriend.
‘I’m not interested in boys,’ I replied. ‘I’m too busy studying.’
‘You’ve never had a boyfriend?’ he persisted.
‘Never.’
‘So you’re a . . . well, I’m sure the day will come when you’ll meet a nice young man.’
‘Maybe I’ll meet someone after I’ve finished at university. I don’t have the time or the inclination at the moment.’
‘No, well . . . I’m sorry about earlier, Ali.’
‘Don’t worry. Lots of people have confused me with my sister.’
‘You must think me terrible – because I want a prostitute.’
‘I don’t think anything, Simon. It’s entirely up to you.’
‘Yes, of course. Tell me . . . I know you don’t have a boyfriend but . . . Would you be interested in an older man? Would you be looking for someone your own age or someone older?’
‘I’m not looking for anyone,’ I said, forcing a giggle. ‘If I was looking, then it would definitely be for someone older.’
‘How much older?’
‘Well, probably someone who’s middle-aged. If I was looking, that is.’
‘I’ve always liked younger girls. When I was in my thirties . . .’
As Simon went on about young girls I wondered whether to take the game further and allow him to get to know Ali the prude intimately. The trouble was that I had no pubic hair. He was bound to think it odd that a naive virgin of eighteen should shave her pussy. It was too risky, I decided. Although it would be fun for the prude to play around with Simon, I had to keep the two sisters well apart. Luckily, at this point my doorbell rang, which gave me a good excuse to cut off the conversation before it went too far. I’d al
low Simon to see my knickers again, I thought, dashing through the hall. Maybe I’d excite him with a glimpse of my nipples later.
‘Hi, Jackie,’ I said as I opened the door.
‘Have you been in hiding?’ she asked me as she followed me into the kitchen. ‘Whenever I phone your mum says that you’re out.’
‘Sorry, I’ve been pretty busy lately. She hasn’t said that you’ve called. Anyway, how are you?’
‘I’m fine. I thought you were avoiding me for some reason.’
‘Why would I do that?’
‘I saw you yesterday and you ignored me.’
‘Yesterday? Where was that?’
‘I was walking back from town and I saw you going into a house in . . . what’s that road opposite the church?’
‘Harvey Road?’
‘Yes, that’s it. I called out to you but –’
‘That was my twin sister,’ I cut in.
‘Twin sister? You haven’t got a sister.’
I poured two cups of coffee and told Jackie about the other Ali. I didn’t mention that she was a prostitute, but I did say that I’d been trying to track her down. Unfortunately, Jackie didn’t know which house Ali had gone into as she’d been too far away. But she did say which side of the road it was and that it was roughly in the middle of the street. I wondered whether I should go and have a look, but I wasn’t sure that it was a good idea. Did I want to meet my twin sister or not? I was having fun enjoying sex and earning money. The last thing I wanted to do was to ruin my new and exciting life.
‘Have you ever thought about prostitution?’ I asked Jackie. She almost spilled her coffee as she stared wide-eyed at me. ‘I only wondered,’ I added, wishing now that I hadn’t mentioned it.
‘What a funny question,’ she said, frowning at me. ‘Have you ever thought about it?’
‘Yes, I have,’ I blurted out. ‘I don’t like university, I don’t want to be a nurse . . .’
‘You want to become a prostitute?’
‘Why not?’
Jackie brushed her long black hair away from her pretty face and grinned at me. ‘Tell me the truth, Ali,’ she said, with a giggle. ‘Are you on the game?’
