Seren’s Spit Roast

SEREN'S SPIT ROAST

Seren

S weat poured down my back, bodies pressing into me, making me want to scream for air. The club was thick with pheromones, with heat and sticky alcohol and lingering smoke. But I fucking loved it, striding through the place in my slutty bunny costume, by myself, exposed in barely there hot pink lingerie and a pair of tall ears.

It was Halloween night, an event hosted by a sex club, invitation only. My vision was a whirl of women's near-naked curves, half-dressed men and strange decorations – dildo chandeliers above our heads, various sex furniture that I couldn't name with skeletons strapped in or on. One propped up in a queening chair with another lying underneath, his legs ripped off and replaced with stubby dildos. It looked ridiculous, obscene. And I was hours in to loving every damn second.

We danced around the weird, reveled in it. Swaying and moving and letting the heavy music wash over us. I was alone, happily so, when hands landed on my waist, warm and smooth, self-assured as they swept forward, cupping my belly and tugging me closer into a hard body. Tingling all over, I grinned to myself.

I glanced back, and almost burst into laughter at the sight of a sexy Tweedledum smirking at me. A mask covered most of his face, but those lips were visible, wicked and sinful.

Most of his body was on display, tight abs with only a white collar around his neck and a small blue tie lying against his chest. I couldn't see the rest of him, pressed too close, but I was excited. He was demanding in that delicious way that had my panties melting off.

I spun, my palms landing on his pecs to give them a little squeeze. Without a word, we danced, moving our hips in tandem to the music blaring all around us. I lost myself to the sensation of him, his heavy aura. His hands moved with such a sureness over the skin he could see, and I grew desperate to find out what he could do in the places hidden under scraps of fabric.

After too many songs, he leaned in, his lips tickling against my ear. "Come with me?" he questioned, though it was more of a statement.

The crowd begun splitting up, groups forming in corners, couples brushing the skeletons away to make use of the furniture. Two women fucked against a wall, the aggressor's hands buried to the knuckles in the other's pussy. I paused to watch that for a moment until a tap on my nose pulled me back.

I nodded to my Tweedledum, and he wrapped his hand around my wrist, tugging me along, weaving and pushing others out of the way until we made it to the edge. Without a word, we walked down a corridor. He shoved me into a room, and a deep chuckle came from him when I squeaked in shock.

Everyone wore wristbands to show what they were up for here, red for nothing, green for everything. Mine was green. His too. I was here for this man and this faceless fantasy. It did things to me.

"I have a surprise," he said, voice gruff – gruff enough that it sounded as though he was concealing it. Curious.

"What is it?" I asked, not hiding my voice at all as I studied the small room. It was basic, giving vague creepy sex club vibes, but the bed appeared unused and the floor clean. Sufficient.

"Turn around," Tweedledum said, his tone alight with humor.

My eyes caught on the treasure chest in the corner, but I turned. And the sight before me made me gasp.

"There's two of you."

Tweedledum and Tweedledee stood before me. Sexy as fuck, tall, barely a scrap of fabric between them, and white shorts that cupped their junk, leaving nothing to the imagination. Yummy. No way they could have walked here dressed like that. They'd have been arrested in an instant for indecent exposure.

"Matching costumes, huh?" I teased, bolstering myself for what was ahead.

"Matching everything," the first one, who I decided was Tweedledum, said, stepping forward. He patted his friend on the shoulder and they shared a laugh.

"Twins," the newbie added, Tweedledee.

"No fucking way," I blurted, my belly heating at the thought of landing in the middle of a twin sandwich. "Show me."

They tilted their heads, uncanny in how similarly they moved. Fuck, they really appeared identical. Same patch of hair across their chest, same quirked mouth, same slow stride as they inched closer to me, crowding in.

"What do you want to see first?" Tweedledum asked, continuing to take the lead. Did he find me and bring me to his shyer twin on purpose? Was this their game? I looked between the two of them, enjoying the view for a few moments, letting my body settle into all the plans I had for it.

"Let's go for the big guns. Show me your asses." If they thought I would be meek here, they were mistaken. I wanted to see twin peaches.

Both Dum and Dee chuckled, turning in tandem and pushing their shorts below their ass cheeks, showing off identical physiques. Fuck me, they were gorgeous.

"All of you, please," I pushed. I knew what I was doing. This power dynamic didn't lean in my favor, but I wanted to test how far they'd let me go before taking control. It was a tension on a thread, ready to snap.

But they did it. With only slight variations in their movements, they spread their ass cheeks and showed me the shadowy crease. It was too dark to see anything, so I squinted, losing focus. They turned, ruining my view and replacing their pants. Their body language told me our game was over.

"On the bed now, little slut," Dum said – distinguishable just in demeanor.

I hesitated for a moment, mouth flapping as I tried to figure out what I needed to say.

"Any limits?" Dee asked. "Tell us."

A wash of fear cooled my skin, but I was here for fun, not to linger. "Just don't constrict me, please. I need to be able to get away."

Dee nodded, then stepped into my space to guide me to the bed. It was a king, dark sheets and a scattering of cushions to position ourselves on. He pressed me down, and I bounced my ass on the mattress, leaning back.

"Not a rope bunny, then?" Dum asked, referring to my costume with a tilt of his chin, it made me curious about his face. I wondered if they were identical there, too?

I shook my head. "But come on, show me what you've got, I'm getting impatient her—" I started, but was interrupted with a yelp when Dum yanked my feet, sending me onto my back. "Fuck!"

"Spread those legs, bunny," Dum demanded, and my thighs fell open for them, exposing my lacy underwear. I'd been flashing the scrap of fabric all night as I danced, and the groans from both of them told me it was worth the perma-wedgie.

"Fucking gorgeous," the less dominant twin husked. "Cover your eyes."

"Put a blindfold on her." I couldn't decide who was speaking, and as one of them ran their nose along my clothed pussy, and the other lifted my head and wrapped a scrap of fabric over my eyes, I decided I didn't care. They were a single entity, moving together to wreck me.

My belly squeezed when fingers shoved my panties to the side and someone's mouth landed on my clit, kissing and sucking, hands roaming through my pussy lips, rubbing the wetness from my hole everywhere.

"Oh shit," I sighed, opening my thighs wider, pushing into his face. Which one was it? I lost all sense.

He flickered his tongue over my clit while his brother wrapped his arms under my armpits and dragged me to the other side of the bed until my head hung off the edge. "Keep preparing her, brother," the second one said, and a tongue landed right back on my pussy, fingers probing inside, curling as they fucked me, making my skin shiver and my belly throb. I could only cry out, take it all. I wasn't tied up, but they were in control.

"You ready to take a cock?" the second asked, holding my face up in his palms, his mouth hovering over mine. I wanted him to kiss me, but he didn't. When I whimpered a yes, he stood back up, letting my head fall upside down. "Open wide, little bunny."

My mouth fell open, and he spat into it, smearing the fluid over my lips when some of it missed. I swallowed it down, then stuck my tongue out for more. Instead, the blunt head of a cock pressed to my lip, the cold of a piercing surprising me. I groaned and licked it, exploring the metal and the hole it appeared from right at the tip.

"Holy shit," I muttered at the same moment he let out a husky laugh.

"Keen little bunny, huh? Have a thing for a pierced man?" the one at my pussy said, landing a kiss on my clit before lifting me up, legs akimbo, to expose more of myself to him. He was up on his knees, my back braced on his thighs, my feet in the air.

And then his brother shoved his cock further into my mouth at the same moment the first one's tongue licked a long line over my ass, swirling over my hole until I screamed around his brother's cock.

I sucked, tasted and drooled all over the shaft while my pussy and ass were devoured, both of them groaning and moaning, enjoying every second of using my body.

Cock thudded at my throat, balls hitting my nose with each thrust and grunt from above. I let myself over to it, riding through the dual sensations of a tongue between my legs, and a cock down my throat.

"Oh shit, I think she's about to come," one of them said, and I didn't know how they could tell, but they were right. My muscles clenched and squeezed, and I came hard, my cries muffled around the thick shaft straining my jaw. It rocketed through me, and the tongue on my clit was unrelenting as I spasmed.

They both laughed, withdrawing from me and leaving me gasping on the bed.

"Flip her over."

"Spin her."

"On your hands and knees."

They moved me, guided me into a new position while I stayed floppy, my breaths heavy. But I braced myself on all fours, the blindfold remaining in place over my eyes. It messed with my senses, threw me through a loop as their touch roamed over my body, squeezing and groping.

"Suck my balls, beautiful bunny," the one in front of me said. "Stick that tongue out."

I sucked his balls as they landed on my tongue, rolling and playing with them. They were salty, baggy, delicious. He groaned and held my head steady when I pulled one into my mouth, swearing under his breath.

The twin behind thrust two fingers inside me, scissoring them. "She's fucking soaked for us, brother," he noted, then pulled out, trailing the fluid up my spine, before grabbing and turning my face, making his brother's balls fall out of my mouth. He shoved two wet fingers onto my tongue, forcing me to taste myself on them.

"Now kiss her," he said to his brother, and the next thing I knew, lips pressed to mine, fingers still probing inside, thrusting and wetting. We were a mess of tongues and fingers and lips. I was so lost, taken to it all.

Lips tore away, replaced with a cock as the fingers withdrew.

"I'm going to fuck you now," a whisper in my ear. "You need to just take it all."

He stood, grasped my hips, digging his fingers into the bones, and rested his cock head against my hole. My muscles squeezed, aching for him to thrust into me. I needed it, to be filled up by both of them, ruined forever.

"Please!" I begged around the cock in my mouth, pulling away so I could gasp in a breath. "Fuck me!"

The one at my ass laughed, and I screamed as he shoved inside, stretching my walls and rubbing his piercing along all my sensitive flesh. I cried, sobbed, pressed into him, unable to stop myself fucking him, throwing my hips back again and again while he stood there, bracing me, muttering words of encouragement.

These twins were going to ruin me forever. One would never be enough again.

Jesse

Seren's mouth stayed wrapped around my cock as Cole pounded into her, grinning wickedly at the sight of her gone for us, spread out between our rough movements. She was a friend of a friend. I wasn't sure he even recognized her, but I did.

In every social media post of Zelda's, our family friend, I noticed her, Seren, smiling or laughing, so vibrant and addicting. When Cole suggested we claim the bunny, my heart leaped – yes, claim the bunny, fuck the girl I'd been obsessing over for years. All I knew of her was from what I saw online, or caught from Zelda's stories, but it was enough.

"Good bunny," I murmured, stroking her cheek as she sucked me, rolling her tongue across my head at every pass. Fuck, I was close. Cole was, too.

This was his thing, the sex clubs, the shared girl. He liked the dynamic, the power play, and I was happy to go along with it. It was fun – getting my dick sucked or wet with pussy was never a bad experience.

"Shit, bro, you close?" Cole asked, and I caught his eye. He wanted us to come at the same time, another fucked up thing he enjoyed.

I nodded, looking down at my girl. For a second longer, I could pretend she was mine.

"Rub her clit," I told Cole, needing her to explode with us. She was so beautiful when she exploded. He huffed, but obliged, leaning down and reaching his hand between her legs. Her eyes rolled back, and she sobbed against me, her sucking stuttering for a moment.

Like before, I saw the signs of her orgasm. Her chest flushed, her eyelids tightened and her movements became jerkier.

"Let go," I told her, holding her cheeks with both hands now, driving my dick in and out. "Let go, beautiful…"

She cried out and came hard, sending me clean over the edge as I spurted cum into her mouth. Stream after stream painted her tongue and her throat as she sucked me through it, my vision darkening as pleasure shot from my cock and through my entire body.

I heard Cole come too, growling and slamming into her as he lost control, making her cry out at his aggression. I knew he didn't like that she wouldn't be tied up, but he respected her wishes anyway, probably already thinking of the next person to use and abuse.

But this was enough for me, this beautiful woman from my dreams, who'd bounced into our line of sight with all her vibrancy and deliciousness. Fuck, I'd had her mouth. Cole didn't let my cock near her pussy, but I'd had her mouth. Tasted her.

I withdrew, stroking her chin and letting her drop forward as Cole stepped away, ripping the condom off and flinging it into the corner.

"Come on," he said, walking around the bed and nudging me. He tucked his cock into the stupid fucking costume and headed for the door.

I frowned, watching him. "Give me a minute," I replied, tucking my own cock into the tiny white shorts. Cole shrugged and scoffed, leaving us alone, muttering about how much of a pussy I was.

Seren rolled over, whimpering, scrambling up the bed so her head wasn't hanging over the edge. I studied her, wanting to feel her, to remove the blindfold and show my face. But I didn't. I didn't even speak, I just watched her flop over and touch herself, run her hands over her body as she catalogued what we'd done.

My heart squeezed, my frown deepening.

"Are you still there?" she asked, her hand moving to the blindfold.

"Don't take that off," I blurted, stepping back. "Can I do anything before I go?"

She huffed a sad laugh. "You can leave, it's fine, I just… need a minute. That was…"

I nodded, even though she had no way of seeing me. Fuck, I wanted to love on her, carry her to the shower, fill her stomach with food and warm tea, cuddle her to sleep like the fucking sap Cole always accused me of being.

"Are you two really twins?" she asked, nuzzling her face into a pillow.

I opened my mouth to tell her, but just… didn't. What would lying do? What would it prove? I had no words to give that might make things better here.

Still, I stepped closer, my hands brushing through her hair. She pressed her cheek into my palm, sighing, content and sleepy. The urge to climb in with her grew almost to the point of pain.

But I couldn't. I wouldn't. My damage would ruin her before I ever got close.

"Goodbye, little bunny," I whispered, and she hummed, falling nearer to that line of sleep.

Leaving the room was hard. But I had to. I needed to find my brother in this cesspit of a club.

Seren would never know we'd fucked her, never know I wanted to do it again and again. That I craved her, even though this was the first time we'd actually met.

"You good?" Cole asked when I found him leaning against the wall down the hallway. Sounds of sex echoed around us, coming from behind the doors lining the hall.

I nodded, and although he could tell I wasn't, he let it go.

I didn't think I'd ever be okay again. Not without her.

If you enjoyed Seren's adventure, you can find these characters featured in the Twisted Bonds series, starting with the novella, Puppeteer . Puppeteer and Free Fall follow Zelda and the twin's dad (age gap, dad's best friend). Seren and the twins have their own books coming, but mini spoiler, not all the same one. Cole's book is next. He will be appearing in Trust Fall, an MM dark romance.