Sold at the Auction(31)

"Well, she never told me that there were two of you," I said. "And there was nothing about it in your profile either."

"Honey," said John, the one in the corner. "My brother and I would be  the weirdest dudes on Match if we shared a profile. There's no way any  girl would meet up with us if they saw that we're a double deal, a  twofer. Well, I guess perverted chicks, but that's not what we're  looking for, at least not right off the bat," he said lasciviously.

"But what are you looking for?" I asked. I had to say I was intrigued.  Both John and Jonah were so big, so gorgeous, so imposing. What would it  be like to be with two men?

John shrugged, still in his chair.

"We're looking for someone who's open to new experiences, that's all,"  he said simply. "Someone who won't judge, who likes to sample new  things. Abby seemed like that girl  …  and it seems that Jonah thought you  fit the bill too, considering that he brought you up here."         

     



 

I thought about it for a moment. What would happen if I sampled twins? Would my life go up in flames? Would I be labeled a slut?

No, I decided firmly. I was tired of being a boring student, focused one  hundred percent on my studies. I needed to get out, live a little, have  some stories to tell my grandkids, you know? Okay, maybe this wasn't  quite the story to share, but you get what I mean.

I took a deep breath.

"I think I could be  …  I mean, I'm willing to try and be the girl you're  looking for," I said, looking both men straight in the eye. "Just for  tonight, at least," I added hastily.

And both men smiled, a deep chuckle rumbling from Jonah's throat.

"I thought you'd be," he said silkily. "I knew it from the moment I saw you."





CHAPTER FOUR


Marie




"So what's next?" I asked tentatively. "Do we talk more? Do we  …  I dunno, rip our clothes off now?"

John laughed from his corner, slowly uncrossing his legs to stand before  stalking towards us. God, he really was gorgeous, a replica of his  brother, all tall, dominating male animal, ink-black hair with bronzed  skin, his eyes penetrating even in the dimly lit room.

"Baby, we're not that coarse," he said. "It's not just wham, bam, thank  you ma'am. We want to get to know you a bit. Jonah got his chance  downstairs, now I get mine," he said, moving towards me like a lion  tracking its prey.

But I didn't feel scared. I felt warm, overheated almost, the center of attention of this magnificent duo.

"Please," I said slowly. "I've never done this and I didn't even know  this was on the menu tonight. Slow okay? I just need some time to get my  bearings."

"Of course honey," said Jonah smoothly. "Why don't you come over and sit  on the couch? John and I won't even be on your side of the room, you  can just take your time getting to know us."

The other side of the room? That was a little far, but okay, the men  respected my personal space, my plea to edge into things instead of  diving in headfirst. I sat primly on the love seat, rearranging my  dress, crossing my legs in a lady-like fashion before fluffing out my  hair and looking up again.

And caught both men staring at me, hungry, feral almost, as if I were a  sweet piece of flesh to devour, as they plugged me with their bodies,  making me come again and again. A flush immediately ran over me, desire  and want flooding my veins, making me warm and liquid at once.

"And?" I breathed, my eyes wide, my breasts heaving.

"Why don't we dance for you first?" said Jonah smoothly. "It helps loosen up things, you know, get the juices going."

Dance? But before I could say anything the brothers started to grind,  their twin forms moving sinuously, looking me in the eye as they smiled,  taking off their jackets and ties.

And they were built like Adonises, with strong, broad shoulders,  muscular chests and toned biceps. I could see a flash of Jonah's chest  as he unbuttoned his shirt, miles of bronzed skin coming into view, his  pecs toned and developed with abs like the proverbial washboard. He  smiled at me seductively.

"I know you like, little girl," he purred.

And I nodded my head yes. Yes, yes, and more yes.

John too, was stripping off his clothes, unfastening his pants now to  reveal thick, muscular thighs, like tree trunks, the legs of an athlete.  He too, had the proverbial vee, his broad shoulders narrowing into  athletic hips, a Greek god come to life.

"My god, you're gorgeous," I thought. Both men smiled then and I  realized I'd said it out loud, the words leaving my lips like a song in  the wind.

But when they began gyrating, that's when it got nasty. I admit, I  hadn't been sure what to expect. What did dancing mean? Both men hopping  around in circles? Jumping up and down maybe, doing hip-hop moves? But  instead Jonah and John were sinuous, rotating their hips, smiling at me  wickedly as they removed the rest of their clothes until they were  dressed in nothing but Speedos.

And that made me gasp because their packages were huge, truly massive in  size. I could see Jonah's tip poking out from the top of the banana  hammock, glistening slightly, the head a deep purple, and John's prick  was wrapped around his waist like a snake in a blanket, ready to spring.

My mouth grew suddenly dry and I was unable to speak, unable to do anything except watch with mesmerized eyes.

John circled me first. He came up, gyrating his groin, moving closer and  closer until his package was a mere inches from my face. I swear I  could smell the cum already, even see it glistening on his tip, begging  to be tasted. I leaned forward, my tongue out, questing, but he backed  away at the last moment.         

     



 

"Not yet, little one," he smiled slyly. "Just watch."

And with a practiced hand, he ran one finger along the length of his  penis, outlining that monster before popping it out, letting me see once  and for all the veiny length, the huge balls like pendulous sacks  beneath them. In time to the music in his head, he began stroking it,  his eyes closed and head back, running his hand up and down, clasping  his fuckpole firmly as he gave it a good hand job.

"Unnh," he groaned, "Unnh, unnh." And I couldn't bear it anymore, I had  to have some. Getting on my knees like a slave, I knelt before him, my  mouth open and beckoning, pleading almost with my desire to suck.

"Do it then," he said with a wicked smile, pushing that softness in my face. "Suckle my balls, coat them with your mouth."

And I did. I took one sac between my lips, then the other, running them  around like they were candy, savoring their musty, male taste. They were  hard on the inside but covered in the softest, most velvety skin, my  cheek bumping against the hard pole above as John continued to rub  himself.

"Unnh!" he groaned as I reached up to weigh each testicle in my hand  before reaching below to rub that skin between his ass and balls. It was  silky soft there, and I massaged it, loving this intimate, dirty  connection.

"Oh god," the man moaned, his eyes still closed. "Yeah, more."

But before I could start probing his ass, John stepped back and let Jonah take his place.

"Some for me, perhaps?" Jonah asked, a wicked gleam in his eye. He'd  taken off his Speedo altogether and was gyrating his hips, that huge  member waving in the air, jutting out like the mighty prow of a ship,  dripping with cum from the tip.

And I wasted no time at all. I was on that cock like white on rice, my  hungry lips sucking on the head, tasting his man milk, my hand on his  pole as I took as much as I could into my hot cavern. I suckled hard, my  cheeks vacuuming inwards, careful to cover my teeth as I ate man meat,  determined to sample like the best of them.

And Jonah helped. He reached a hand down to lube his pole up some more,  covering it with saliva, and I bent my head further forward, forcing my  lips to stretch, focused one hundred percent on deep throating the best  piece of penis I'd ever had.

Inch by inch it crept down my esophagus until I was plugged full, my  nose buried in Jonah's pubes, my forehead pressed against the hardness  of his abs. Of course, I was drooling now, the saliva running from the  corners of my mouth, my gag reflex subsumed by desire as I tried to move  my head up and down the pole, providing the much-needed friction for a  mighty blast of cum.

And Jonah knew what I wanted, helping me out. He grasped the back of my  head, tangling his fingers in my luxuriant hair and began face-fucking  me, that massive dong moving in and out of my mouth slowly at first, and  then with a faster rhythm.

"Ummph!" I squealed, the ramming in my mouth somewhat painful but  oh-so-arousing. Tears formed in my eyes, he was going at it so hard when  there was a sudden pause in movement, all coming to a standstill. What?  Why?

But from the corner of my eye I sensed what was happening. Jonah, his  cock still buried in my willing mouth, was leaning over at the waist as  his brother positioned himself in back. Could it be? Was he about to get  fucked by his twin? Taken from the back up the ass?