Ava had always been sexually adventurous from a young age, exploring her desires with a keen awareness of the nuances that made intimacy thrilling. She had experienced a variety of partners, learning early on the distinct pleasures of circumcised and uncircumcised cocks. Her preference leaned firmly toward the uncut, drawn to the velvety softness of the foreskin, the way it glided and teased during foreplay, and the heightened sensations it provided during intercourse. It was an endless source of delight, a natural toy that amplified every touch, lick, and thrust.

In college, Ava met Eric, a star swimmer and diver on the team, whose body was a masterpiece of tanned, muscular perfection hairless from rigorous grooming, sculpted from hours in the pool. But it was his cock that captivated her: a thick, veined 8 inches, uncircumcised, with heavy balls that hung low and inviting. Even when fully erect, his foreskin remained long and pliable, a silken sheath that begged to be explored. He kept everything shaved smooth, enhancing the allure. Ava fell deeply in love, whispering to him one night after a passionate encounter that they must have broken the mold when creating him. That’s when Eric revealed he had an identical twin brother, Josh mirror images in every way, sharing that unbreakable bond where thoughts and sensations sometimes echoed between them.

Ava met Josh during Christmas break, when Eric brought her home to meet his family and announce their engagement. Josh was breathtaking, an exact replica of Eric, also a swimmer and diver at a rival college. Their features were indistinguishable: the same chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and athletic build. Ava’s mind raced with curiosity, but she pushed it aside, focusing on setting Josh up with her best friend, Sandy, who had been single and eager for connection.

To everyone’s surprise, Sandy and Josh clicked immediately, their relationship blossoming into regular dates. Ava and Sandy, inseparable since college, shared every intimate detail about the brothers. Sandy confessed her preference for tightly circumcised men the clean, exposed look that felt more direct and intense to her. Yet Josh, like Eric, was uncircumcised, well endowed with the same thick shaft, shaved smooth, and that generous foreskin. Ava and Sandy were opposites in taste but united in their attraction to these men; Ava craved the extra skin, while Sandy wished it gone. Despite this, Sandy fell head over heels for Josh, marrying him shortly after Ava and Eric tied the knot.

Years passed, and the couples settled into life in the same town. Eric and Josh worked for the same company, their bond as strong as ever. Ava and Eric welcomed a son, whom they chose to leave uncircumcised, honoring Eric’s natural state. Sandy and Ava remained as close as sisters, confiding in everything. Ava’s sex life with Eric was insatiable frequent, raw, and centered on her obsession with his foreskin. He’d sneak home for quickies during lunch, followed by marathon sessions in the evening. She reveled in manipulating that soft hood, tugging it over his glans, nibbling its edges, feeling it swell with his arousal.

The brothers, too, shared their secrets. Eric confided to Ava that Josh envied her enthusiasm; Sandy ignored his foreskin entirely, always retracting it during sex and treating it as an obstacle. Josh adored the sensations it provided the way it rolled and bunched, heightening his pleasure but he received none of the worship Eric did. It fueled a quiet tension, one that simmered beneath the surface of their double lives.

One sweltering afternoon, Ava’s horniness peaked as she heard the front door open. Assuming it was Eric for his usual lunch break tryst, she grabbed his hand, her pulse racing with anticipation, and led him upstairs. His body felt familiar taut muscles, smooth skin but there was an extra edge to his excitement, a subtle quiver she attributed to the day. She stripped him bare, his cock already semi erect, the foreskin draped invitingly over the tip. Throwing him onto the bed, she blindfolded him with a silk scarf and strapped his wrists and ankles spread eagle to the posts, his body arched vulnerably, muscles flexing against the restraints.

Ava knelt between his legs, her breath hot against his skin. Precum oozed copiously from beneath the hood, more than she’d ever seen, glistening like dew on the puckered opening. She leaned in, sucking the entire foreskin into her mouth, her tongue swirling inside the funnel, lapping at the salty sweet fluid. He moaned deeply, his hips bucking helplessly, the restraints creaking. “Pay special attention to my foreskin today,” he groaned, his voice husky with need. It struck her as odd she always did but she obliged, gripping his thick, veined shaft and pulling upward, bunching the foreskin into a soft, pliable mass in her palm.

She kneaded it like dough, rolling it between her fingers, massaging the sensitive underside where the nerves fired like electricity. His moans escalated to guttural cries, his body writhing, precum slicking her hand as she mashed and twisted. With her free hand, she traced his chest, pinching his nipples until they hardened into peaks. Holding the bunched foreskin steady, she lowered her mouth again, nibbling the tip with her teeth gentle bites that made him gasp then probing her tongue deep inside, tasting the musky essence. Slowly, she peeled it back, exposing the swollen glans, her lips enveloping it as she sucked hungrily, circling her tongue around the ridge, drawing out every drop.

Not done teasing, Ava poked a finger into the retracted hood, then two, three, four stretching the elastic skin, watching it expand and contract with each tug. He cried out, his voice raw with ecstasy, begging for more as she finger-fucked the sheath, her digits slick with his arousal. The sight of him helpless, his cock throbbing, sent waves of power through her.

Rushing to the closet, she retrieved his favorite toy: a thick, veined strap on dildo, harnessing it to her hips. Untying him and removing the blindfold, she stood there, the prosthetic cock jutting proudly. His eyes widened in shock and lust. “What are you going to do with that?” he whispered, voice trembling. “Fuck you senseless,” Ava replied, rolling him onto his stomach. She massaged his tense back, her fingers dipping between his cheeks, probing his tight hole until he relaxed. Stroking his cock to keep him hard, she lubed the dildo and his entrance generously.

Positioning him on all fours, ass high, she entered him inch by inch, stretching his ring with deliberate slowness. Reaching around, she gripped his cock, jerking it in rhythm, focusing on the foreskin gliding over his shaft. He moaned loudly, pushing back as she buried the full length. “Harder,” he demanded, and she obliged, ramming into him with long, forceful thrusts, his face buried in the pillow, screams muffled but intense.

Pulling out, leaving him gaping and spent, he flipped her onto the bed with feral energy. “My turn,” he growled, diving between her legs. His tongue assaulted her shaved pussy, lapping at her folds with manic fervor, her juices coating his face as he sucked her clit, swirling and nibbling until she arched in bliss. “I love your smooth pussy it drives me wild,” he murmured, devouring her with renewed hunger.

Ava couldn’t wait; she grabbed his cock, bunching the foreskin forward and guiding it into her dripping entrance. He thrust deep, the foreskin sliding inside her, massaging her walls as it bunched and retracted with each pump. The sensation was exquisite velvet friction against her sensitive spots, building to a crescendo. They climaxed together, her nails raking bloody trails down his back, his cum erupting in hot, forceful jets deep within her. Exhausted, they collapsed, breaths ragged.

In the shower, Ava’s arousal lingered. She attached a probe head to the wand, shoving it into his flaccid foreskin, watching it balloon as water jetted inside. He hardened instantly, moaning as she fucked the sheath, increasing pressure until streams of water and cum exploded from the stretched skin.

That evening, Eric returned, and they fucked again, as routine. But later, in post-coital haze, Ava mentioned the lunchtime romp. Eric’s face paled he hadn’t come home, tied up with work. Realization dawned: it had been Josh all along, exploiting their identical appearances. They confirmed it when Eric hid in the closet, watching Josh arrive, pretending to be him. Ava and Josh fucked wildly, Eric’s voyeuristic thrill adding fuel. They let it continue, keeping Josh in the dark, giving him the foreskin worship Sandy denied.

Eventually, guilt prompted Ava to confess to Sandy over lunch. Shocked and furious, Sandy learned of the deception. “They’re identical in every way body, cock, even the moles on their foreskins,” Ava pleaded. Sandy, in tears, forgave but plotted revenge. Knowing Josh’s visits wouldn’t stop, she devised a plan: force his circumcision.

As a hospital assistant specializing in circumcisions, Sandy arranged it. She tricked Eric into posing as Josh for a consultation, specifying a tight cut, no frenulum, stitched behind the glans for invisibility. The doctor noted “Josh’s” reluctance but proceeded per instructions.

On the day, Sandy lured Josh to the hospital. In a private room, orderlies ambushed him, stripping him naked despite his screams, strapping him to the bench. They cleaned his foreskin meticulously, retracting and swabbing as he begged. “I love you, but you’ll be perfect cut,” Sandy said coldly.

The doctor inserted the scalpel inside the foreskin, slicing upward, the blade emerging through the skin as Josh watched in horror. Blood welled as the foreskin was peeled back, inner mucosa exposed. The doctor stretched and cut each side, leaving it attached only by the frenulum. Sandy ordered its removal no mercy. With a swift poke and slice, it was gone, the severed skin discarded like waste.

Bleeding staunched, the doctor sutured tightly as Sandy directed, ensuring a high, clean circumcision. Josh, resigned, later admitted to Eric (who feigned shock) that he was grateful Sandy now lavished attention on his exposed glans, their sex life reignited.

Since then, Ava hadn’t seen Josh intimately, missing the taboo thrill. Sometimes, she and Eric role played, pretending he was Josh, recapturing that forbidden edge in their endless passion.