You’ve got AN EXCERPT from Me and AN EXCERPT from Beth. Now here’s one from Laura Bacchi.
DOUBLE TROUBLE
I spotted them immediately. Well, almost immediately. In this smoky dump of a bar, I first thought it was just one guy, one good-looking guy sitting next to a mirror on the wall. After I got my beer from the bartender, I headed their way not quite believing my luck. Me horny. Them twins. I didn’t get horny much these days—the traveling takes a lot out of me and ever since I turned thirty-seven the libido’s been down the toilet, flushed away like the marriage license I tore up into tiny pieces the year before. Since Brad left, with all our money and then some, I’ve made it my mission to avoid men all together. Hell, I’d even tossed my vibrator in the trash and kept my fantasies confined to things like million-dollar shopping sprees, slender thighs without having to work out, a home of my own again, that kind of stuff.
Except for twins. And, trust me, hot male identical twins were hard to find. Last month when I buzzed through Phoenix, the hotel next to mine was hosting a national twin convention. Lots of kids and families, twins marrying twins, that type of thing. A bunch of fraternals, too. No thrill there—in my mind, screwing fraternals was just like doing it with any ordinary guy and his brother. I wanted the real thing: Two gorgeous men with the same eyes and hands, matching haircuts, mirror-image cocks…
I’m not sure how this particular obsession got started. Maybe I got off on the idea of twins because I was a Gemini, or perhaps it was the salt and pepper shakers my mom collected when I was a kid. Rows and rows of matching faces, the only difference being the number of holes on top and whether they were marked with an s or a p. “Look but don’t touch,” she’d say.
Tonight I planned to do both.
I set my tallneck on their table. “Hi, guys.”
They were already staring. In a good way. Two sets of deep brown eyes trailed over the low neckline of my sweater then down to my black leather miniskirt—and I do mean mini. Stilettos, no stockings. And, as they’d find out soon enough, no panties to get in their way. My intuition had been dead-on back at the hotel; I knew I’d get fucked and hopefully sucked while returning the favor in some kind of ménage à Mindy. I just didn’t know my dreams were set to come true for the whole enchilada—no closing my eyes while imagining the two men doing me were a perfectly matched pair, no keeping my hands to myself for fear of feeling out the differences.
They didn’t say a word as they stood. I started to lose my nerve. Would I be disappointed once I got my wish? My feet shifted on the beat-up hardwood floor as my teeth found my lip. I nibbled. They smiled.
I held out my hand and yelled my name over the twang of crappy music playing on the speakers overhead. “Mindy,” I told them. “Care to show an out-of-towner a good time?”
The one on the left smiled. He nudged his brother. “See if Jim’ll let us use the private room.”
I liked the sound of that. While he went for an answer, I took a good look at the one left behind. He was big but not too bulky–muscles in all the right places, a waist I could wrap my
legs around as we fucked… I’d hook ‘em there tight and hold on for the ride. And he had
shoulders made for squeezing while he pumped into me hard. My cunt tensed in anticipation.
“You play pool?” he asked.
“I do tonight.”
His smile, now wide and wicked, told me he knew I was game. And not just for pool.
The other brother—Zack, I soon learned—passed us and unlocked a door by the juke box. We followed him in, Zeke and I, and I had to stifle a giggle at the names. Zack locked the door and grabbed a pool stick. Zeke did the same.
“Why don’t you rack up the balls, babe?”
Zack—or was it Zeke?—handed me the rack and I bent down to retrieve the balls. A long, low whistle left both their lips when I did. Then I felt the sticks, feather-light and climbing, go up my thighs higher and higher until the part of my ass covered by the skirt became visible to their eyes. I leaned onto the soft green felt and spread my legs.
**** Author Laura says “Yeah, they don’t actually play much pool after that ;) If you like erotica (this antho includes “…explicit sex, graphic language, sex in public places, ménage a troi, hot nekkid man love, and BDSM”), then you may want to check out Lustful Thoughts.
Purchase It Now
