Auctioned on Valentine's Day: A Second Chance Stepbrother Romance

by Amy Brent

  “Mmmm, cold beer and a hot pussy,” Sammy said, grinning with the bottle at his lips. He brought up his free hand to caress my nipples. “It doesn’t get any better than this.”

  “I agree,” I said, leaning down to give him a kiss. I could feel him getting hard beneath me. I tensed when my clit slid over the hard underside of the head. My juices were flowing over him, lubing him up for what we both knew was about to come.

  “Oh, I forgot to tell you,” he said, setting his Corona on the deck so he could put his hands on my hips. “I heard from the attorneys this morning. Club D is now officially owned by the offshore company that manages the charitable trust. We assigned Mr. Lemon, the director, to be the executor. He still answers to us until an independent board can be put into place, but me, Denny and Isaac, no longer have any legal ties to Club D.”

  “That’s awesome,” I said, pressing my palms to his thick chest, my wet cunt sliding slowly up and down the length of his shaft, which was starting to feel a little like rubbing my cunt on a bicycle crossbar like I did when I was a horny kid.

  “Do you… miss going... to Club D…” I asked, the words breathy and long.

  “What do you think?” he asked.

  “I think that feels amazing,” I said, eyes closed, hips moving.

  “Yes, it does,” he said, blowing out the words on gusts of breath. “Just… amazing…”

  “Yes… amazing…” I sighed. “You make me… tingle all over...”

  “Are you tingling here?” he asked, leaning up to give my tits a squeeze and a lick. He playfully pressed his ear to my boobs. “What’s that girls… you want me to shove… my cock between you…”

  “They’re going to have to get in line,” I said, my hips picking up the pace. “My pussy is already… taking care of your… cock…”

  “Fine,” he said, leaning back. “Maybe later.”

  “Definitely later,” I said. “Oh… did I tell you… we got the… invitation to… Denny and Serena’s wedding… In Paris… next month…”

  “Why are we talking… about Denny… and Serena?” he asked, his fingers digging into my sides as my pussy lips slid up and down his shaft faster now.

  “I’m just… making conversation…” I said.

  “You might want to pack a cooler full of Captain Dee’s,” he said with a grin. “I know how you refuse to eat anything you can’t pronounce. Nobody can pronounce the names of French food…”

  “I can…”

  “Prove it…”

  “French fries… French toast… French… fuck… me…”

  “I thought you’d never ask.” Sammy lifted me off his cock with the ease of picking up a six-foot tall ragdoll. His cock sprang upward, stiff as a board and straight as the sailboat’s mast. “Climb aboard, matey.”

  “Aye aye, sir…”

  I lowered my pussy until I felt the bulbous head of his cock at my hole. I felt myself spread open to suck in the head, then I slid down the shaft an inch at a time. When Sammy was inside me as far as he could go, I started doing slow squats over his cock as I reached behind me to play with his balls.

  “Oh, yeah…” Sammy moaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes. “Ride me… baby… ride me…”

  “Aye aye… captain… sir…”

  It was amazing how much better in shape I had gotten since starting up with Sammy. I was already in good shape, but man, nothing like this. It seemed like I was always doing squats and deep knee bends or bending over to grab my ankles or contort my body in some new way. The muscles in my legs and ass were rock hard now, thanks to the man lying beneath me and the giant cock slowly sliding in and out of my pussy. It was the best exercise equipment on the planet.

  “Fuck… that feels… amazing…” Sammy moaned, his fingers digging into my sides, slowly lifting me up and down. “We should do… an exercise video…”

  “I was… just thinking… the same… thing…” I said, grunting out the words. “Monster cock aerobics… Cross fit for foot longs…”

  “Yeah… tight pussy squats…”

  “Drop and… give me… twenty…”

  “If you drop… I can give you… twelve.”

  We started giggling, then started cumming.

  “Oh fuck… Sam… oh… fuck…”

  I started piledriving my cunt up and down on Sammy’s rigid cock. I had learned from many hours of practice exactly how deep he could go without hurting me or himself. Honestly, I had never heard of cock burn until I started fucking Sammy. I’d had a couple of times when things got too rough. Trust me, that’s not an area you really want to chafe.

  “You ready… to cum…” Sammy asked, the muscles in his chest and shoulders rippling.

  “Just try… and stop… me…”

  The more I fucked Sammy the less I could control my orgasms. He would shove the monster inside me, move it a round for a minute or two, and BAM! I’d explode, gushing hot juices all over his thick shaft and balls.

  A couple of times, I even squirted when he was eating me out. I’d never squirted in my life and was a little shocked and embarrassed the first time it happened, but Sammy fucking loved it. He just opened his mouth and drank from the hose, so to speak.

  My fingers gouged into Sammy’s round chest as wave after wave of orgasms rumbled through my body, making me quake and shudder. Just when one orgasm would start to subside, another would start. My body jerked as I bucked up and down on Sammy’s cock.

  “I want to see you cum,” I said, sliding off Sammy to sit on his knees and replace my pussy with my fingers wrapped around his cock. Watching Sammy explode like a geyser was one of my favorite things to do. He gritted his teeth and growled as I wrapped both hands around his cock and milked it for all it was worth.

  “Fuck... meeeeee…” Sammy’s whole body went hard and he started cumming, shooting long thick ropes of milky goo a foot in the air. It rose and fell onto my hands, covering them, but not slowing their pace. Sammy kept cumming and cumming. I leaned down and opened my mouth and caught the last of his cum in my mouth, like drinking from the world’s best fountain. I loved the warm salty taste of him. I swallowed a mouthful and hummed, then used my lips and tongue to clean him off.

  “Holy shit, I love it when you do that,” Sammy said, huffing, trying to breathe.

  “I love watching you cum,” I said, licking the sticky mess from my fingers and lips. I wiped my hands on a towel and picked up the Corona to rinse out my mouth. I loved the taste of Sammy’s cum. He did not.

  “To my big, cuddly giant,” I said, holding up my bottle and waiting for him to pick his up from the deck. “And his amazing monster cock.”

  He chucked and said, “And to my Amazon queen. As long as I have a face, she has a throne upon which to sit.”

  “Okay, that was a little corny,” I said, grinning.

  “Corny but true.” He tapped his bottle to mine. “All right then. To us.”

  “To us.”

  We both took a long drink and sighed. What a glorious fucking day.

  THE END

  Continue reading for a bonus sex scene. It’s of the charts chemistry that you will love!

  And I hope you are not wearing any panties!

  Bonus S*x Scene – Off the Chart Chemistry!

  Andrea…

  “The next time somebody invites us to a wedding in Colorado in the middle of winter, do me a favor and tell them to fuck off!” Sammy said, rubbing his big hands together as steams of breath puffed from his lips. “I don’t know what Isaac and Amy were thinking, a wedding in Aspen in the middle of winter. Why didn’t they get married someplace warm? Like Hawaii or Tahiti or the Caribbean.”

  “Amy loves the snow,” I said. “It was a beautiful wedding.”

  “It would have been more beautiful if the bride hadn’t been wearing snow boots and a heavy coat.”

  “Well, Amy and Isaac are not the ones who decided to go for a midnight walk in the snow, are they?” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Nor are they the ones
who couldn’t find their way back to the lodge.”

  “Hey, I found this place, didn’t I?”

  “I’m pretty sure you already knew about this place and we’re here on purpose,” I said, raising an eyebrow at him. “I just hope we don’t freeze to death on Isaac and Amy’s wedding night.”

  “Hey, this ain’t so bad.” He held out his hands and swirled them through the air, as if that would make the tiny cabin we’d found at the edge of the woods a grand hotel. It didn’t work. It was still a tiny cabin with no heat or running water. My hope was that our body heat would keep us warm until we could walk back down to the lodge in the morning.

  Sammy saw the look on my face. He reached out a hand to check on me. “Hey, we’ll be fine. I promise. Are you warming up?”

  “I’m warmer than I was an hour ago,” I said with a shrug, blowing warm air into my cupped hands. “How about you?”

  “I’m fine,” he said, putting his hands on his hips like Superman. His big shoulders and thick chest pushed against the sweater he wore underneath the parka. He poked his chest with a thumb. “I have plenty of meat on my bones.”

  “I still can’t believe you want to stay here rather than make our way back to the lodge,” I grumbled.

  “Oh, come on. It’s… rustic.”

  I scoffed at him. “There’s rustic and then there’s total insanity. It must be two degrees outside and not much warmer in here.”

  “I think it’s romantic,” He said, peeling off the parka and kicking off the snow boots. “And you’re always saying how you love having sex in unusual places.”

  “I was talking about body parts,” I said, warming enough to teach him now. “Fine, just shut up and get over here. I have parts that still need warming up.”

  Over the past half an hour, we had somehow managed to turn the little cabin into a cozy love nest. Sammy turned out to be very handy when it came to building a fire. Turned out, his dad loved the outdoors and took Sammy camping, hunting, and fishing all the time. Thank God, he taught him how to build a fire that put out heat like a blast furnace. Now, the cabin was toasty warm despite the chill of my mood.

  We found two sleeping bags rolled up on a small cot and two kerosene lamps with matches. I lit the lamps and spread out the sleeping bags on the dusty floor in front of the fire place. Sammy had tugged off the sweater and nodded at the me.

  “Okay, clothes off!” he announced, starting to work on getting the damp snow pants pushed down his muscular legs. “Come on. Strip!”

  “You want me to take my clothes off?” I huffed at him. “It’s freezing out there.”

  “We’re not out there,” he said, smiling as his long cock swung free. Even though it was still freezing in the cabin, Sammy’s sausage showed no sign of shrinkage. To the contrary, it started puffing up and getting hard before my eyes. I smiled, knowing I wouldn’t be cold for long.

  We stripped off all our clothes and soon were as toasty as two bugs in a rug, huddled between the sleeping bags in front of the raging fire. We were naked because Sammy said that’s how Eskimos kept warm in the freezing Alaska winters. I didn’t know if it was bullshit or not, nor did I care. I knew the best way to generate tons of body heat and it was not by keeping our clothes on.

  I lay on my back and Sammy propped up on an elbow next to me. “Warming up?” he asked as his lips worked their way up my jawline. His tongue went around the rim of my ear and I sighed in response.

  His tongue wet my lips, then slid inside my mouth to search for my tongue. His right hand slid onto my breast and he kneaded it gently. His finger brushed across my plump, long nipple, making me moan into the warm air. When he pinched my nipple, I felt the waterworks starting to flow from between my legs. I hoped the sleeping bag was waterproof, because I was about to get it extremely wet.

  Sammy trailed his tongue down my neck and swirled little circles around my nipples. Fireworks exploded throughout my body as he took one nipple between his lips and teased the tip with his tongue. He suckled the nipple as his fingers squeezed my breast, like he was sucking sweet mother’s milk from a mammary bag.

  Sammy’s lips remained on my nipple as his hand slid down my stomach toward my already drenched pussy. He teased me for a moment, tugging at my short red curls, which he refused to let me wax, then slid his finger down the length of my long clit and rolled it from side to side.

  I sucked in quick gasps of air through my teeth when he slid his finger into my pussy and swirled it around to cover it with warm juices. He had me melting like an avalanche rumbling down the mountain slopes. I could feel a hot stream of lava flowing from my pussy flowing to my asshole and to the sleeping bag beneath me.

  Sammy pressed a thumb to my clit and crossed two fingers and slid them slowly into my pussy as deeply as they would go. As his fingers curled upward and probed for my G-spot, sliding in and out from knuckle to tip, his thumb slid over my clit from side to side.

  When he pressed down on the hard nub of my clit and I exploded all over his hand. I bucked my pussy against him and he started jackhammering the fingers in and out, in and out, until every muscle in my body tensed and I coated his hand with my hot juices.

  I lay there struggling to catch my breath for a moment. Even though it was freezing outside and the snow was falling heavier by the minute, my body was on fire. The smell of my sex wafted through the warm air. A film of sweat covered my body. I tossed the sleeping bag that had been covering me aside.

  “Oh my god,” I moaned, holding a hand over my heart.

  “Still cold?” Sammy asked, his lips on my ear.

  “Hardly,” I said, smiling. “Now, it’s your turn.”

  I pushed him to his back and smiled when I saw his foot-long cock already thick and stiff, jutting up from his dark pubes with little drops seeping from the slit. I got onto my hands and knees and straddled his face so my wet pussy was at his mouth, then leaned forward and took his cock into both hands and started milking it up and down.

  I heard Sammy moan into my pussy when I lowered my lips onto the head of his cock. I held it firm at the base of the shaft so the skin would tighten around the muscles, then licked underneath the head until it looked like a crimson water balloon about to pop. The head of Sammy’s cock glistened with my spit and his juice. It turned a deeper crimson as my tongue worked its magic.

  I felt Sammy’s fingers opening my pussy lips. I felt his tongue licking me from clit to asshole. I felt his tongue plunge deep inside me like a miniature cock. I exploded again, showering his face with my hot juices. He dug his fingers into my ass cheeks and pressed his mouth to my cunt and sucked my juices like a thirsty man who had discovered the world’s tastiest watering hole.

  I slid my lips around his cock and bobbed my head, taking in as much of his twelve-inches as I could.

  I would take as much of him as I could into my mouth, then press my tongue to the underside of the shaft and slowly draw back my lips.

  His cock seemed to grow even bigger in my mouth. It was like sucking on a giant cucumber made of hot flesh.

  I held the head between my lips and flicked my tongue against the slit as my hand milked the shaft. Little drops of juice oozed from the slit and I lapped them up like a hungry kitten.

  I heard Sammy say, “I want to fuck you. Now!”

  I peered down between my dangling tits and saw him smiling at me.

  Sammy…

  I pressed my lips to Andrea’s gushing pussy and sucked in her wonderful salty juice, lapping it out with my tongue and humming happily as I drank her down. She was sucking the head of my cock and I knew I couldn’t hold out much longer. I peered down between our bodies and watched her milking my cock with both hands for a moment, then said, “I want to fuck you. Now!”

  Andrea gave me an upside-down smile and licked her lips. She swung herself around so her pussy moved from my mouth to my cock. She held my cock steady as she lowered her pussy hole onto the head.

  The tip of my cock pressed against her wet hole and she su
cked in a quick breath of air. She wiggled her pussy down over the head, slowly, then down onto the first inch of the shaft. She put her hands on my chest and stared into my eyes as she impaled herself slowly onto the first five or six inches of my cock.

  Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment, then she took a deep breath and started sliding her pussy up and down, up and down, up and down... Then faster… faster… much faster… oh shit…

  The breath rushed from my lungs each time Andrea slammed her pussy down onto my cock. I put my hands on her swaying breasts and squeezed the nipples hard. She moaned at the sweet pain and dug her fingernails into my chest. I always had scratches on my chest or my back now. Andrea was a fucking wildcat! And I fucking loved it!

  I put my hands on her hips and dug in my fingers to set the motion. Andrea’s eyes were closed, her mouth hanging open, her tongue darting across her lips. I nearly came just watching her about to cum.

  Andrea squeezed her eyes tight and moaned, “I’m cumming… oh… god… Sammy… I’m cumming…”

  “Come with me, baby,” I said, feeling the fire shooting from my balls, up the shaft, and out the tip of my cock buried deep inside her. I held on to her hips and lifted my ass off the floor and filled her with my hot seed.