Just One More

8

Callie

Oh my god. Oh my god. I could barely think as my body shook, my insides pulsing, the cream spurting wetly around Blake’s hand. Because he’d finger-fucked me to ecstasy as I cried out in pleasure, screaming as my boobs trembled and jiggled, doing their own little dance.

But it had only gotten more raunchy because Bryan was here too. Somehow Bryan had finagled his way into the master bedroom and stared at us now, pumping his dick while his twin fingered me to heaven.

“Blake!” I screamed. “Bryan!” I shrieked.

“Mmmm, little girl, say my name again,” said the man between my legs. And with a lascivious grin, he lifted his head, wiping his mouth of wet cream as I continued to shake, the shivers only subsiding slightly with each passing moment.

With a soft sucking sound, he pulled his fingers out and put them to his nose. Inhaling deeply with his eyes closed, he murmured, “Wet cunny, fuck yeah.”

But Bryan wasn’t about to be left out.

“A taste brother?” he asked, kneeling next to Blake on the bed. And never taking his eyes from mine, he began to suck his brother’s fingers, sampling my pussy liquid, licking between each finger to savor as much as possible.

And was it my imagination or was the licking fucked up in a gay sense? I mean, both these males were so alpha, so straight, so hetero, that it was a little weird to see Bryan licking Blake’s fingers, even if it was my juice he was tasting.

But my instincts were right. Blake moaned as his brother made love to his fingers and ran his free hand through his twin’s hair, caressing his scalp.

“We’ve been waiting,” he grunted softly. “Where have you been?”

Bryan paused momentarily. “You fucker,” he said softly. “You left me with that blonde girl, I practically had to kick her ass to get away.”

That made Blake chuckle. “That’s right, the real treat was up here. Left the door unlocked for you.”

“I know baby, I know,” said Bryan softly before leaning forward for a kiss, locking lips with his twin.

And this is when I screamed. My eyes were practically bugging out of my head now, I could hardly believe what was happening.

“You’re brothers!” I shrieked. “Twins even! What the fuck are you doing?”

The men broke off the kiss, but only momentarily, turning to look at me with devious eyes.

“What does it look like we’re doing?” said Blake deeply, his eyes mischievous and dark with lust. “We’re about to fuck.”

9

Callie

And that was my plunge into the mysterious world of twin loving. I’d never imagined it, not even in my raunchiest moments. Sure, I’d thought of being pummeled by two men, a dirty MFM ménage where I took dick in my mouth and dick in my puss at once, but I’d never imagined it with brothers … much less twins who also serviced each other.

Because it was clear that this was a two-way street. Most of the time I was the main course, both men focused on my pleasure. But Blake and Bryan. God, they had some ways of taking it up the ass that I’d never even dreamed of.

“Unnf,” grunted Bryan one day as Blake pummeled him from behind.

I watched raptly, seated on the couch in their trailer. Both men were kneeling on the shag rug, Bryan bent over as his brother stuffed a toy in his anus. And I don’t mean just any toy. I mean a ten-inch dong, the black shaft dry as bone, ridged for whose pleasure, I wasn’t sure.

But I loved seeing it. I loved seeing these alpha males, their bodies masculine, hard, muscular, fucking each other, their little anuses violated again and again. And I’d done my share of violating as well.

“Give it to me,” I commanded, getting up from the sofa. I was dressed in nothing but a mask and high heels, my boobs and cunt on full display, the wetness streaming like a river from between my legs.

“Yes Mistress,” groaned Blake, obediently placing the black dildo in my hand. And I licked it. That’s right, what had just been in Bryan’s ass, I tasted, savoring the musky butt smell, disgusting but a turn on as well.

Salivating as much as I could, I lubed it up and then pressed the handle into Bryan’s mouth, the man still nude on his fours on the living room shag rug.

“Now insert it into my vag,” I commanded, lifting one leg, baring my cunny so that my pinkness was on display, the slit dripping wet.

And like a slave, he crawled over, the dildo gleaming and used. With a soft nudge, he pushed it into my cunt with his lips and tongue, making sure to aim right for my little hole just so. And reader, it felt so good, getting stretched that way, having two live dicks on call while getting fucked by a third plastic one.