Sold at the Auction(32)

The sound I heard was all I needed to know.

"Ohhhh god," groaned Jonah, the air coming fast in his lungs, his dick  jerking in my mouth as his anus was violated. "Brother  …  oh god, slow."

And John must have obliged because Jonah took some deep breaths, panting  almost, controlling his breathing as he was reamed in back. I was  amazed. I'd seen both their dicks, I had one in my mouth in fact, and  their cocks were monster sized. For Jonah to be taking it up his tiny  rectum  …  I could only imagine the tightness, the strain, the dry,  arousing friction.

And suddenly John began to move, thrusting Jonah's whole body forward so  that his dick shoved into my mouth again. I let out a muffled squeal,  the fuckpole was lodged in my throat like a piece of massive candy.  Choking slightly, I sat back on my heels to relieve the pressure,  letting the rocking motion from the gay sex dictate the rhythm of the  oral as well.

In went John's dick, pushing Jonah's dick into my mouth. Out went John's  dick, and Jonah's gorgeous penis exited my mouth as well. It was like  action and reaction  …  all in a beautiful, syncopated dance between one  pair of lips and two gorgeous pieces of meat.

Loosening my throat and focusing on the sensation, I touched myself  between my legs, my cocktail dress now pulled up around my waist, my  panties hooked around my puffy lips. With each thrust of cock in my  mouth, I circled my little nub, massaging that pleasure point, crying  out with satisfaction as my pussy drooled onto the ground.         

     



 

And like warriors declaring victory on the battlefield, both men tensed  and then roared at once, their mighty forms shaking as they came,  virile, white ropes of sperm shooting into my mouth even as John sprayed  his brother's rectum.

The nastiness of it was too much for me, the three of us lined up like a  choo-choo train, and I came hard as well, my pussy seizing and  clamping, shocks of electricity running up from my clit through my  spine, tingling all the way to my fingers and toes, my body overtaken  with pleasure and desire even as I swallowed desperately, trying to  drink as much man milk as possible.

When the shudders ceased, Jonah gently pulled his cock from my mouth,  the veiny length coming out inch by inch from between my ruby lips,  shiny and still semi-hard. I coughed a bit, my throat dry, but I was wet  where it counted between my legs.

On my knees I leaned back, expecting to see John pull out of Jonah as  well. I admit, I wanted to see that penis, the dominant one, coming out  of another man's ass, coated in cum and anal sweat.

But the twins stayed locked together.

"Oh we're not done yet," the brothers said. "There's still a ways to go,  honey," they grinned before starting up a rocking motion again. And I  realized then that it was going to be a long, long night.





EPILOGUE


Marie




I'd thought that I was just covering for Abby, but it'd turned into something more.

"How was it?" my roomie had asked curiously the next day, her expression quizzical.

"Oh it was okay," I said nonchalantly. "Jonah's really hot, he looks just like his pictures," I said, giving nothing away.

"Anything exciting happen?" Abby asked, her eyebrows raised. "I mean, out of the ordinary?"

But I felt no compulsion to spill the deets. Abby had known that there  would be twins that night and had purposefully kept that from me,  omitting the chat transcripts, tricking me into believing that this was a  regular first date.

"Oh no, nothing at all. It was a nice Valentine's, Jonah bought me a  couple glasses of wine and then I came home, that's all." I made no  mention of the hotel room, the twin, the double anal, my creaming pussy,  the fact that now I could hardly walk normally, my body used yet sated.

"Are you going to see him again? Should I go?" she asked. "I mean, we  look enough alike and it was dark at the Carlyle right? Maybe I should  check him out myself, I'll use my account to message him," she said  firmly.

"Oh no need," I replied breezily. "We've already exchanged contact info,  Jonah won't be on Match anymore. Besides," I said lasciviously, "he's  the CEO of Cambrian Corp., that new tech firm in NYC. He's a busy man, I  don't think he's got time for a repeat date."

"Oh so you're not seeing him either?" she asked curiously.

"No, I didn't say that," I replied, brushing out my hair. Even my hair  looked more glorious, the chestnut a deeper brown with red lights, my  skin and body flushed and healthy, like a peach ready to be plucked  again. "I'll be meeting up with Jonah again  …  just in different  circumstances, that's all."

And it was because John and Jonah had made me promise. Our next liaison  would be at a sex party, the kind with whips, chains and restraints,  maybe even an audience watching avidly.

And you know what? I could hardly wait. Last night had been my best Valentine's ever  …  and we weren't done yet.



THE END