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Decadence

By: jonstjohn



Taking a seat at the bar I gaze across the crowded, smoky hotel lounge, my eyes searching. In the dim light I see a couple seated on high stools at a high table over in a corner. 

I make eye contact with the bartender.

"Manhattan, please," I say, throwing a $20 bill on the bar.

Returning to the couple, I focus on the woman. She is striking. I always notice beautiful women. I wish they'd notice me a bit more.

She is in her mid-40s, but he is older. She is a brunette, elegant in her tight-fitting green dress, younger than the graying man in the business suit at her side.

They sit close, like lovers, her hand in his, her hand on his shoulder, then his hand on her knee. She is playful. He is reserved. I look at their hands for a glint of gold or silver, but I see none. Neither wears a wedding ring. Reflexively glancing down, my eyes catch the sparkle of gold on my left hand.

The bartender plops a cylindrical glass down in front of me and grabs the $20. I take a long swig and admire my reflection in the mirror behind the whiskey shelves. The alcohol hits my gut, almost immediately flushing my face and sending out orders for my body to relax. The sweet embrace of alcohol.

Turning back to the lovers, I wonder how recently they met.

The brunette turns to him and I examine her face. High cheek bones and a slender nose. Her chin ends in a dimple. 

A pianist behind me plays a soft love melody from a 70s movie. For a moment she stops talking and just looks into his eyes. The look speaks volumes and my cock stirs in my suit pants, despite the alcohol that has begun to dim my senses and reactions.

I turn away, feeling like a voyeur, like I've invaded a private moment between the lovers.

Yes, that's me. A voyeur. It's my favorite pastime.

Sitting at a bar oogling women as they appear and disappear, stopping occasionally to chat a few up while I get liquored up. It makes no difference where they're from or whether they are married.

The bottom of my glass is visible through the amber liquid. I'll be needing another drink soon.

I turn back to the man and woman at the high table.

I have to look. I want to look.

The gray-haired man leans over and whispers something in her ear. She laughs and her round breasts sway gently under the dress.

She's wearing no bra and her nipples press the material.

In a smooth motion, she reaches for a small gold case and pulls a long cigarette from it, tapping the filter end three times on the table surface then sticking the filter end into her mouth. He fishes a lighter from a coat pocket, flicks it and puts the flame to the end of the cig.

As the brunette inhales deeply, she turns her head and simultaneously blows smoke out of her mouth and nose. My cock raises further, straining against the material. A woman exhaling smoke that way is very sensual.

The brunette turns and our eyes meet, but she seems to look right through me. She doesn't notice me at all. Her mind is on him.

I sip my drink and watch them, the high table offering a great view. Soon his hand is again on her knee, and she spreads her legs a bit, invitingly. Her dress has ridden up her slender legs to mid-thigh.

Giving myself over to voyeurism, I watch expectantly, hoping for a glimpse of what's up there. When his right hand gets halfway to her crotch, she playfully slaps that arm and says something that elicits a raunchy laugh from him. I can hear it over the music. Both swig from their glasses. They are getting inebriated.

A short time later, she is whispering into his ear, and her right hand is under the table and on his crotch. She's breathing heavily -- her breasts rise and fall -- and her face is suddenly serious.

The brunette is still whispering while her hand wraps around a bulge that runs down the inside of a pant leg. I wonder what salacious words she is saying. She strokes the bulge a few times. She slips her tongue into his ear and it lingers for a moment. A grin spreads across his face.

I swallow hard, my own breathing suddenly heavy.

"Whoa," I mutter, with an audible exhale, my member engorging in my pants.

The bartender, a short, stocky fellow with a New England accent, walks by.

"I couldn't hear you. Do you want another drink?" he asks.

I stop and study his features for a moment, then shrug.

"Sure, why not," I tell him.

I force myself to not look back at the couple, hoping to deflate the hard-on beginning to pitch a tent in my pants.

I again catch a look at myself in the mirror on the back wall of the booze rack. My complexion is becoming more ruddy and my eyes are beginning to get a glazed, drunken look. I decide that the drink I just ordered should be my last.

But I can't help myself. I must watch the couple. I want to see what happens next. I haven't had this much fun since my neighbors left their blinds open and I watched them fuck, holding binoculars to my face with one hand while pumping my dick with another.

Looking back at the high table, the guy has managed to get his hand up the inside of her thigh. There's a quick tantalizing flash of her black thong, vivid against her pale flesh, then the brunette laughingly pushes his hand away. My aching hard-on presses painfully against my underwear as it swells further.

I shouldn't have worn underwear.

In a few moments, the man and woman lift their drinks, each draining their glass in one motion. She pulls out another cigarette, which he lights. After the brunette exhales, he leans over and says something in her ear and she nods.

The lovers slide out from behind the table. He pulls her chair away and she looks over her shoulder and mouthes "thank you." Soon the graying man's arm is around the brunette's waist. He pulls her to him as they stand next to the table.

The man kisses her roughly on the mouth, but seeming to resent the intimacy, she pulls her face away, then looks around briefly in embarrassment, taking a deep drag on her cigarette, exhaling smoke through her nostrils.

The lovers walk out of the lounge. His arm is around her waist. A hand slides down to her ass and lightly rubs it. I think he's going to get some tonight. They reach the elevator in the hotel foyer. The man, ever the gentleman even in a pick-up, hits a button.

During the wait for the elevator, the brunette continues to smoke. He makes a bit of nervous small talk and they exchange a laugh or two.

It's easy to see that their minds are off small talk and onto sex, apparently, for they say little. As the doors open, she stubs out her cig in the ashtray mounted on the wall between the elevator shafts.

He walks into the elevator, but the brunette doesn't.

I see his arm waiting to pull her inside with him. She turns and looks back toward the bar. Her eyes search. They meet mine again, but they are just as expressionless as before. She steps into the elevator.

The doors close.

I couldn't read her expression. I couldn't tell what she was looking for. Maybe she was just in an emotional battle. She may not have quite made up her mind about getting picked up.

In the end, she did.

I exhale deeply and watch the lights above the elevator doors as the lift hits floor after floor. I cannot tell which floor it stops at.

"I can just imagine what's going to happen," I say.

The bartender comes back.

"What do ya want buddy?"

"No, no. I don't want anything," I tell him.

He grumbles and turns away.

Glancing at my watch, I see it's about 1 a.m.

I stare at the elevator door.

*****************

A short time later I finish my last Manhattan and stagger out to the elevators in the lobby and ride up to my room, my cock no longer stiff, but instead going limp from the alcohol.

On the ride, I smell a faint scent of perfume in the elevator and I wonder if it is hers. I see mirrors on the ceiling and look closely into them, believing they might reveal what may have unfolded in the moving car a half-hour ago or so.

As I look upward my mind's eye sees the man groping the brunette's ass under her dress. She pulls down his zipper and deftly slides a hand through the opening. Her hand pumps what she finds in there. He pulls her head down toward his crotch and she tugs at what lies beneath the cotton. The bell rings and her brunette's hand and head jerk away from his crotch, away from what she was about to do in public. The man quickly pulls up his zipper as the doors open.

"C'mon buddy, get out," a male voice says.

My head twitches and I look away from the mirrors to find that the doors to my elevator have opened. Two young couples are standing there, looking anxious.

"Yeah, sure," I mutter and slip past them into the carpeted hallway.

The vivid images in the elevator have made the alcohol haze diminish a bit.

Soon I'm in the hotel room, throwing clothes around the room, then laying naked in bed, thinking about the beautiful brunette, wondering what she's doing.

Wondering about the sex going on somewhere in the hotel.

As I lay, my dong springs to life. Drawing up one knee I take the flesh pole in my right hand and begin to pump it. It springs into action while I again visualize the lovers' elevator ride.

I close my eyes.

I'm sure the brunette would have been on her knees within a few seconds, her mouth working the graying man's cock. It would be slick with her saliva as she sucked and pumped, seeking to quickly get him off before they are discovered there in the elevator. She would be worried that a security guard or other guests would find her in such a compromising position -- on her knees, head bobbing -- as the doors open. She would suck hard and fast, then he would throw his head back and moan as his spunk surged into her mouth, firing into her throat. Her cheeks would bloat with his sauce, then she'd swallow and wait for the next mouthful as he discharged his semen into her stomach. She couldn't spit it out. What else could she do, but swallow his seed? The brunette would stand and wipe her mouth with the back of a hand as the doors opened and people were standing there waiting to get in. She would smile at them as she passed, tugging the hand of the graying man, who is still breathing heavily, over the carpeted hallway. None of those waiting to board the elevator would notice that his zipper was still down as the lovers hurried past.

I open my eyes.

My balls tense as my hand becomes a flurry of motion. A few more strokes and my juice would burst from them. My pole is straining, my balls aching for release, but I don't finish. I won't finish. Not now. Not yet.

Maybe I shouldn't wait. Maybe I'm just punishing myself.

I toss and turn, then reach for a pillow and throw it over my head. There are several unused pillows in the queen-sized bed built to sleep two. I can't lie on my stomach. My stiff prick makes the position uncomfortable.

Before falling asleep, I see the clock reads 2:30.

My cock is still hard.

*****************

My eyes open slowly at the sound of a card being inserted in the card reader on the wall outside the room door. Someone fumbles with the latch, then the door swings open. I sit up quickly, my body infused with adrenaline, throwing back the covers as a woman walks into the room.

She throws her purse on a chair, a black thong flies out onto the floor after the purse's impact with the chair back. She reaches behind her head to the back of her neck, quickly unzipping her green dress.

She is wearing nothing under it. The woman meticulously pulls a hanger from the closet and arranges the dress on it. 

I blink and squint, my eyes focusing on her body. 

The sun is streaming in the windows, highlighting her form. As the sunlight displays her silhouette, I admire her upturned erect nipples. My eyes run down her curves, in awe of those familiar shapely legs. I check her face for signs of emotion, maybe regret.

There are no such signs in her high cheek bones and slender nose, and the chin that ends in a dimple. 

I look at the clock.

It reads 7:40. I blink several more times, then wipe the dirt from my eyes.

Propping up my head, my elbow digging into the mattress, I am aware that my cock is again hard, or maybe the organ has remained hard.

The woman turns toward the bed.

It's the brunette.

It's my wife.

"Sylvia," I stammer.

My voice is raspy from the booze.

My wife crosses the short distance to the bed slowly.

She's been giving me the pleasure of looking over her body after it's been handled all night by another man.

She lifts a leg and a foot lands on the bed.

Her shaved cunt is inches from my face. I see it in every detail. It's slick, shiny. Her labia are puffy. A trickle of sperm has escaped her hole, mixing with her own juices and the mess is dribbling down a thigh.

"Clean me up?" she says sweetly.

I don't respond.

Sylvia guides my head to the bottom of the trickle just above her knee. I hesitate briefly, then stick out my tongue and in one down-to-up motion I lick it up, running my tongue up her silky thigh, tasting the salty sweetness of her insides mixed with another man's cum. Her body shudders at the decadence of my action.

Sylvia's been used and used a lot, my instincts tell me.

She again reaches for the back of my head.

"I have more for you," she says softly and pulls my face toward her gash.

"He just fucked me again," she says. "He is so good. What a cock he has on him."

The smell of the mix of her juices and his cum drive me. Suddenly, I'm so horny.

I dig into her creampie, as I always do, wanting to pleasure her as if it was my last act on the Earth, worshipping her body with every bit of my being.

My tongue lashes up inside her. I suck her clit, my nostrils taking in the odor of her unclean, unwashed and thoroughly used pussy. It's a smell I have come to know so well.

It's a mix of Sylvia's perfume, her dried sweat and cunt juice, mingled with the aroma of another man's leavings. I groan in ecstasy as I lap up the mix.

I love it. I crave it. I adore my woman's body, especially after it's been used by another man.

Sylvia tells me all the salacious details of her adulterous rendezvous as she grinds her cunt into my face, yanking my hair so my mouth is positioned directly onto her hole.

In fact, she did stroke his cock in the elevator. She also sucked his tongue during the ride, exchanging salvia with a man she had just met in a bar.

And I thought she had mixed emotions?

"When we got up to his room, we fucked fast and furious. He lasted for ages. He made me beg for more, teasing my clit on and off until I was pleading for him to make me cum. I screamed when he finally stroked my clit to the bursting point," Sylvia says breathlessly, driving her slippery snatch harder against my mouth.

"He laughed, then fucked me like an animal until he shot his cream into me. He had offered to use a condom, but I told him to forget it. 'I want it bareback, I need the silky cock skin against my cunt walls.' After that we dozed off in each other's arms. His dripping dick lay against my ass he whole time.

"Ohhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Suck my cunt, Jon!

"He woke up a few hours later and I sucked him off. His cock smelled of my pussy. Then I drank his load. I didn't miss a drop. We fell asleep again.

"Mmmm, mmmmm, come on, Jon, I want to cum! I woke him up about a half-hour ago and sucked his cock back to life, then he fucked me missionary-style. I didn't cum, but he drained more of his sauce into me. Now it's yours, Jon. I knew you would suck it out of me. Oh, yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. I want you to taste him."

I am unable to speak as she writhes against my face, I grip her hips and drink her like the thirsty and desperate man that I am.

Unable to speak anymore, Sylvia begins grunting as my tongue and lips work on her. Her legs tremble and her snatch grinds harder against my mouth.

Sylvia screams just like she did with the other man, only this time, it's me bringing her to it, not that gray-haired bastard.

I suck out as much creamy juice as I can as she pulls my face and tongue against her leaking hole while it spasms in orgasm. She writes and moans for nearly a minute as her hand holds my head in place, her pussy expelling its contents into my mouth. Soon her spasms subside and she collapses next to me on the bed.

Muttering a "thanks," she reaches into my loins and grabs my hard cock and starts to stroke it slowly. 

"You sure are hard, Jon. Thinking of me?" she says and laughs.

"Now you can cum," she continues. "You do it. Pop it off while you think of me with that guy. I had a great time, you know. He was good, very good. Very, very good. It's what you like, isn't it? I know it's what I like. That's why you sent me down to the bar an hour ahead of you, isn't it? See, we're both happy now, aren't we, Jon?"

I lay on my back and Sylvia watches as I pump my shaft. She props up her head and opens her legs. I slip a couple fingers into her slick hole and use the last of her juices and his leavings as lubrication. I lie back and picture the older guy driving my wife wild as his fat cock fills her, and his thumb tantalizes her stiff clit as she moans like the slut she is, urging him on.

It's not long before the whole night's scene and my earlier insistence to stop jerking off before cumming overwhelms me and I finally shoot my load. My balls explode and warm, thick bursts of semen splash across my body and the bed as I flail at my cock. The gobs of cum hit my chest, face, stomach and Sylvia's leg.

The last several spurts run over my fingers as my balls finish their discharge.

I finish shooting.

My wife casually scoops up a pile of cream from my chest with an index finger, then licks it clean. Her finger comes to my chin where I feel warmth from where a shot of sperm had landed. She drags the finger over my lower lip, giving me a taste of my own residue.

It is salty and warm.

I am exhausted from the few hours sleep and the alcohol; my eyes close after the sweet release, wanting to do nothing but return to sleep.

But Sylvia is speaking again:

"That was nice. Get cleaned up, Jon. I told him I'd be meeting him for lunch, then we're coming back to this room to fuck all afternoon. I don't want you here. There's money in my purse."

I feel her push against my shoulder, then she rolls over me and stands next to the bed. With my eyes closed, I can tell the voice is coming from above me.

"You need to go down to the desk, Jon. You need to get another room for the rest of the week. You hear me? Are you listening?"

Decadence



Briefly Otto closed his eyes, he remembered all too well, the starry black nights, the endless snow and ice, so cold that it caused weapons to jam, anything metallic to shatter, the wind that blew through their threadbare Black Waffen SS Uniforms. His enemy might not have understood much about a tactical withdrawal or any warfare tactics for that matter, but they had bravery and a seemingly endless supply of fresh troops. It had seemed that all his men did was retreat. His unit had retreated all the way from Stalingrad, fighting one rearguard action after another, every skirmish whittled away at his command. They had retreated at every step. No more joking about advancing on Berlin. They began by retreating across the steppe of Mother Russia, into Romania. Soviet forces herded them into the forests of Transylvania, where they were finally destroyed. When there was no diesel for their vehicles, they marched, and then walked, until they finally just stumbled along. When there was no ammunition for their weapons they used knives, bayonets and their trenching tools, even rocks and sharpened sticks. They had no food except what they could steal from local, better armed, civilians. He had originally commanded five companies. When he finally surrendered he alone was able to walk. Of his five hundred soldiers, only five, excluding him were alive. He remembered the prisoner of war stockade, a barren square of an uneven farmer's field, open to the elements, demarcated by rusting; blood encrusted barbed wire.

Vivid flashes of victorious, well fed and clothed drunken Russian troops bellowing with laughter as they shot indiscriminately at or near their helpless prisoners. Then an officer was among them. The shooting stopped. Otto looked out, it was a woman. The royal blue piping along her cavalry like uniform pants, matching arm, and hatband of her peaked cap indicated she was NKVD. The Russian peasant soldiers shrank back; a bullwhip was thrust into her brown leather belt with shoulder-straps and was balanced by a holstered pistol. A PPSh 41 Sub-machine Gun was slung almost casually around her neck and would be instantly accessible, should it be needed. The clearly visible rank tabs on her shoulders indicated she held the rank of first lieutenant, definitely not a person any common Russian soldier liked to trifle with, even though it was plain to see she was a very pretty, slim, young woman. 

She pointed at Otto and ordered one of the rabble to bring him to her. The man did as ordered, hastily clubbing Otto to the ground with his rifle but before grabbing him by the neck of his filthy uniform, dragging him towards and throwing him at her feet. 

"Are you Sturmbannführer Otto Gunther?" She asked in German.

"Yes." He replied in Russian.

"Come with me." She ordered in the same language, holding out her hand. Her hair was flaxen, with eyes of green, like a cat's, and the same implacable stare. With surprising strength and feline ease she pulled him to his feet.

Otto stumbled after her. His boots had been appropriated upon capture; his bloody feet were bare, and sore. He followed as she walked with catlike grace in knee high laced up brown boots through the filthy rubble towards a muddy, scraped and dented Allied armored troop carrier. The white circled star recognition device had been crudely painted over with a red hammer and sickle. Although American in manufacture, it resembled the famous Mybach Halftracks that he and his Unit had used while serving with Rommel in the Afrika Korps.

She opened the rear door. "Get in!" She ordered.

Otto stumbled and fell into the vehicle, sprawling face first onto a carpeted floor. He looked up. This was no ordinary armored troop carrier. The original canvas roof had been replaced with steel, making the interior dark and gloomy. He could discern that the interior was pristine white; the two rows of seats had been removed and a desk and leather covered chairs had been bolted down in their place, also, to one side, was a large bed and table.

A woman asked in Romanian from the shadows. "You found him Elle?" 

"Yes Comrade Colonel." The lieutenant answered in the same language. "Sturmbannführer Otto Gunther: Born 6:00 PM July 6, 1906 in Hanover Germany, to Fritz and Isobel Gunther, both deceased. He joined the SS in 1939, after induction, he transferred to the Waffen SS. He saw service with the Sixth Pioneer Division in Poland, Africa and Stalingrad and of course now, since we are here in Hungary, I mean Romania." She stumbled, grinning slyly, almost impishly at her intentional slip of the tongue before continuing. "He was at Perekop Isthmus, then Sevastopol. As you know their OKW intended to hold Sevastopol as a fortress, as our Glorious Red Army had done during the first battle for the Crimea in 1941/42. The rapid movement of our Army together with their inadequate preparation of the defenses of Sevastopol made this impossible, and on 9 May, not even one month after the start of the battle, Sevastopol fell back into our hands. Like with Stalingrad his SS brigade covered the rearguard of the German retreat.

He was twice promoted for bravery under fire and was awarded Iron Crosses, second and first class, Eastern Front Medal with a Close Combat Bar, Army Parachutist Badge and a Gold Anti-Partisan Badge, which our beloved General Beria will, no doubt have him have him shot for. The Romanian Order of the Star (Officer Class) and a First Class Sniper's badge and Tank Destruction Badge according to his soldbuch, he has numerous wound badges and awards, and has the right to wear both the Crimea Shield and Afrika Cuff title." She continued reading from a slim file and what looked like his confiscated pay-book or soldbuch. "They ran out of ammunition and he was captured last month. Now he is target practice for our Glorious Proletariat Army as it sweeps victoriously towards Berlin. The last message his Unit sent, they would fight to the last bullet, which they did, by the way! Our intelligence leads us to believe the OKW considers him, and his entire Unit, killed in action, he will not be missed, just another of their 97000 casualties of the campaign."

"Good! Bring him to me, let me see!" the woman ordered.

The pretty lieutenant grabbed his collar and half dragged him towards the desk, Otto did not struggle, knowing that this was the end. They had systematically killed every man in his unit, either in battle, or as prisoners, by denying food, and medicine, or by torture and needless executions. He was a member of the SS, there were no delusions, and he understood and expected nothing less. It had been a barbaric war, where atrocities were commonplace on every side. History would be re-written by the victors; only losers would be expected to pay the heavy price for the barbarism and inhumanity that everyone had committed. Any war tribunal would be a futile attempt to mask man's inhumanity to man by pointing the finger at the defeated side. Otto could not make out the woman's features in the shadowy confines of the darkened vehicle, as what little light there was came from directly behind her.

"You have done well my precious, he is indeed handsome." She declared, kissing the blonde with passion on the mouth.

The blonde arched her back, exhibiting sensual pleasure and returning her superior officer's kiss with visible passion, before turning towards Otto and wrinkling her nose while rubbing her hands and arms vigorously, "He stinks! He's filthy and I think he has lice or fleas. Ugh!" She scratched at her arms and wrists, grimacing.

The mysterious woman nodded, "Probably both." She agreed. "Now let's get back to Head Quarters." She ordered. "It will dawn in a few hours."

The lieutenant slid past her superior and sat behind the wheel. The Detroit Diesel's roar coincided with the resuming stutter of gunfire from the stockade, and they moved off, the tracks making the quintessential squeaks and squeals common only to halftracks irrespective of pedigree, as the vehicle plowed its way over the rough track.

Otto waited, aware he was being scrutinized. He muttered in Russian, "Under the Geneva Convention I am permitted only to disclose my name, rank and serial number. I am also to be afforded reasonable medical care and my superiors informed of my capture."

"What Geneva Convention?" the Colonel asked." Have you abided by it?"

"It is the rules of war, and yes, I have abided by it!" he answered.

"Shut up, Major, for you the war is over, you should sleep; I have big plans for you when we reach my headquarters." She chuckled.

Otto had not slept for more than a few minutes at any time since his capture, now within the confines of the armored car his senses were dulled and he found himself nodding off, he tried to keep awake, the indistinct Colonel seemed to be ignoring him, he wasn't quiet certain because it was dark, and the carpet was soft and warm, he succumbed finally.

He awoke when the vehicle stopped. The motor was switched off.

"Come Major, we have arrived," the Colonel said.

They climbed out, one after the other, the Colonel leading the way. The halftrack was parked alongside a few American jeeps, a captured kubelwagen and a T34 Russian tank in the courtyard of what looked like a castle. The walls were stone, the red flag of the Soviet Union flapped alongside the blue, yellow and red, of the new Soviet-Rumania strategically fluttering from every rampart. Otto, whose brigade had fought alongside numerous Romanian brigades of General Antonescu, including the Rosiori and Calarasi regiments and the infamous Romanian Waffen SS brigade, during the retreat. He grinned ruefully at the bright new Soviet-Romanian flags. He was led through a pair of stout wooden doors into the castle. Both women returned hasty salutes the sleepy guards gave them.

It was not a military head quarters. It was a head quarters for debauchery, although it was close to 4:00AM partially drunk uniformed and unclothed officers sat or stood smoking cigars and drinking small glasses of Vodka at a long wooden table, where they seemed to be studying a mountain of food, while scantily dressed male and female soldiers stepped in between filling drinks or bearing food or sat being fondled or performing fellatio. Couples copulated in pairs and threes in front of their peers unabashed. This was indeed a strange and decadent Soviet military head quarters. There was no static buzz of radio signals squelches and beeps bounced of the stone walls. The officers and ranks that were capable, stumbled to attention when their Colonel entered; briefly she read dispatches that various semi-sober aides thrust at her while she walked past. 

The slim Colonel nodded briefly, behaving haughtily as a queen to those present, as she had yet to show him her face, it was enigmatic. She pointed to Otto. "See he is cleaned up, Lieutenant Llendl says he has lice and fleas, have him deloused and pest-free, also see that my car is also cleansed." She said to no one in particular. 

Otto was led away by two partially dressed female non commissioned officers, their large unfettered breasts jutting proudly through their unbuttoned uniform shirts. He was sprayed and scrubbed, then led naked to a small room. His cuts and bruises were attended to, his face shaved as well as under arms. The women had a great deal of fun and were giggling while completely shaving his pubic region and the crack of his buttocks. His matted platinum hair was clipped to an acceptable military brush cut. He was then placed in a room that had one steel barred window, set at least three meters above the floor. The room itself was only big enough to hold a small military-like cot. He would have wolfed down the warm meal that had been put before him, but was afraid it would be drugged or poisoned and he finally fell asleep naked on the covers.

The same two women came for him just after dark the following evening. The door was flung open and they beckoned him to follow them. This time they were sober, prim and proper, fully dressed and official. A brown insignia-less Soviet style uniform had been left for him while he slept; which he put on. There was new cotton underwear and socks and new stiff leather boots for his feet. "The Colonel will see you now, Major. Follow us please!" A redhead corporal with curly hair ordered him.

Otto followed the women as they walked briskly along one passage after another, taking stairs up and up higher into the Castle. Finally they stopped at a pair iron bound oak doors, they rapped loudly on the heavy oaken panels. The door seemed to open on its own violation. The two women turned and strode off down the passage leaving Otto to enter alone. The door closed behind him. The room he stood in was huge with smooth high walls and a vaulted ceiling; this must be the colonel's private suit he thought. There were small arched glazed windows and the room was illuminated by moonlight and dozens of candles fastened to the walls Gothic style. The floor was made of enormous smooth slate tiles. A vast table stood in the center of the room, the table was set for a banquet, and various cuts of meat and fruit and cheeses were set upon the table, dozens of bottles of wine and vodka stood ready to be opened. Lieutenant Llendl stepped out from the shadows. She was not in uniform. In place of the drab brown and blue uniform, she was wearing a long red satin gown. Her breasts weren't large but were exquisitely shaped; the nipples outlined themselves beneath the shiny satin, below her pert breasts the gown was gathered in at the midriff, pinching in her waist with matching red kid leather criss-crossed stays across her flat belly. Her shoulders were bare, and her golden hair had been brushed out of its military bun, marcelled, French style, and hung down below her bare shoulders. She wore red high heels, matching her gown. She was breathtakingly beautiful in the candlelight.

"Welcome Otto, Anna will be with us presently, feel free to enjoy her hospitality, help yourself to some food and wine, or vodka perhaps, anything you like, anything! It is all yours for the taking, everything; rest assured it is neither drugged nor poisoned." She spread her arm out towards the loaded table.

"Later perhaps," he said as she stepped closer to him.

"Do you like music? We have a gramophone." She added pointing to a new looking American HMV set perched on a small table close to the main table.

Otto glanced briefly through the pile of recordings alongside the gramophone; he chose a Strauss Waltz, set it on the turntable, winding the key until it would go no further, and lowered the needle onto the record. The large room was filled with Strauss's Blue Danube.

Elle continued, pointing to another pile of recordings partially hidden beneath the table under the gramophone. "We have some American music as well as German, in that pile there." She said. 

Otto thumbed through the second pile of 78 RPM recordings, finding one by Glen Miller, and several of Wagner. He chuckled. "Glen Miller, perhaps, but I've had enough of Horst Wessel or Wagner and his damned Valkyries." He said while placing the American record next to the gramophone.

She stood so close he could feel her warmth, and smell her subtle scent. Erotic, the scent was slightly feral and musky; it had been months since he had been so close to a woman, his body began to betray his interest.

"I know this is very forward of me, but, will you dance with me, Major?" Elle asked.

"It would be an honor Lieutenant." He said, taking her in his arms.

They began to waltz, to Otto, Elle seemed as light as a feather, she followed his every nuance, and step. They danced like as if they had been dance partners for many years. They were joined together at the groin, in spite of himself, he felt himself hardening. Elle gave him a dazzling smile and pressed her hips forward, grinding her pelvis against his erection as they stepped in time with the sensual waltz. The record ended, and Otto bowed to Elle in a cavalier like fashion, in a futile attempt to hide his erection. Elle in turn, curtsied. 

The Colonel must have entered the room while Otto and Elle were dancing. When the couple separated after the waltz, she clapped her hands, applauding them. "You dance very well, Major, I like that in a man." She said.

Like Elle she too was out of uniform. Otto saw her fully for the first time. There was no other way to describe her, she was stunningly beautiful. She appeared to be somewhere in her thirties with hair the colour of a raven's wing, long and straight, swept back, almost like a peasant girl's. Her flawless skin was alabaster; with a face that was heart-shaped, complimented with classically formed Slavic cheekbones. Her nose was perfectly proportioned and slightly hooked, giving her almost a predatory air. Her wide lips were a sensual bow of delicate cosmetic ruby red; her teeth were pearly white, perfectly spaced and even. Her chin was rounded just enough to appear firm rather than stubborn. The sheer silk black dress she wore was strapless and seamless; theatrically it exposed her milky shoulders and advertised her cleavage. The bodice clung as if it had been sprayed on, and not slipped into. Subtly, the entire ensemble hinted that she wore no underwear. The garment ended below the knee but, through daring slits in the full skirt it could be discerned that her thighs were sinuous and supple. Her muscled calves were bare, and her small feet thrust into black patent leather stiletto heels. It was her eyes that chilled him, they were large and as perfectly shaped as all her attributes and features, but their hue was a reddish hazel, nothing young and vibrant about them, they were as old as time itself and they stared at him, cold and unblinking.

"Elle, make sure we are not disturbed." She ordered.

Elle nodded, walked to the doors and lowered a hinged beam into place across the doors to the chamber. "This room is soundproof, and it would take an anti-tank gun to get through the door." She added. "You will not be disturbed Anna." She said.

Anna sat at the head of the table. "Sit Major. Let us discuss your future." She ordered, pointing to a chair adjacent to hers. Otto sat.

Anna put manila binder down on the table in front of her. She opened it. "According to our Glorious Soviet Central Committee, and Allied governments, all members of the SS will be charged with belonging to an illegal political organization. In addition, you have, along with your illegal political organization committed atrocious war crimes against Soviet Russian citizens and citizens of countries under her protection." She continued to read. "Any one of these charges, if proven, carries the death penalty. It is a good thing that you are dead already, eh?" She looked at him and sneered when she finished reading.

"What can I say, Colonel?" Otto asked. "You hold all the cards."

"True, Otto, true, lucky for you I have a need for you. You may call me Anna, I will call you Otto." She said.

She beckoned Elle closer. "You liked dancing with her, eh?" She asked of him.

Otto nodded. "Yes of course I did, she is a wonderful dancer."

Anna nodded almost absently. "Yes I noticed." She smiled bleakly. "She brings passion out in you, eh? I saw."

Abruptly her hand flew to Elle's breast; she grasped and ripped the satin bodice and stays, tearing it from Elle's body. Elle stood unblinking, her pert little breasts standing proud. Anna rose from her chair, and ripped the gown from Elle's body, until she stood naked, in her high heels that were hidden in a pool of torn satin.

Except for the hair on her head, Elle was hairless, her pubic mound was plump, the vaginal lips puffy and slightly open and glisteningly moist.

Once again Otto's body betrayed him, he could feel the blood pulsing to his penis, giving him an enormous erection, he squirmed in his chair, and he averted his eyes, trying not to look at the gorgeous naked girl beside him.




Decadence



"Do you want to fuck her?" Anna asked. "Come on now be honest, she excites you, no?" She taunted.

"Come here precious." She said softly, patting the table.

Elle hopped up and sat on the table between Anna and Otto.

"Show him your cunt, open it!" She ordered.

Obligingly Elle moved her knees wide apart, put her hand between her legs; she splayed her vaginal lips wide between her thumbs and forefingers. Her green eyes remained unblinking as she stared at him without expression, willing him with her mind to dip his finger into her swollen sex.

Anna caressed the inside of Elle's thigh, her fingernails dragging across the skin. Suddenly she slipped her fore and ring finger into Elle's vagina, her thumb mashed up against her rubbery clitoris and she began to pump almost mechanically. "She likes to be fucked, don't you?" she asked. "You love your cunt filled? Don't you?" Both Elle's hands flew to Anna's wrist, holding her fingers trapped inside the wet velvety walls of her vagina.

"Now my beauty, beg him to fuck you." She hissed

Elle groaned, her body almost twitching in time with Anna's hand. "Please Otto, please, please fuck me" She thrashed her head about. "Mistress, please...Please make him fuck meee." She pleadingly demanded, her voice rising to a whine, when Anna added another two fingers and increased her tempo.

Otto's erection had tented his new uniform trousers; he could not tear his eyes off Elle, as she writhed, arching her back and panting on the table, her cunt making liquid squishes as Anna's fingers delved into her.

"I see you have not eaten, Otto." Anna remarked, withdrawing her hand from the squirming woman, she held her dripping fingers to his face "Would you not like to taste anything? Taste!" she demanded, holding her wet fingers to his mouth. "I promise it is not poisoned."

Tentatively Otto licked at Anna's fingers, he could not control himself, it was almost hypnotic. He tasted Elle's luxuriant nectar on Anna's fingers. His erection threatened to burst through his buttoned flies. Anna's left hand snaked between his legs and caressed his erection through his pants, she smiled at Elle. "Patience, I will let you two fuck, patience my darling." She said while unbuttoning and pulling down his trousers and underwear.

Otto stumbled from the chair, his new trousers at his ankles, only the stiff new boots preventing him from getting them off. His erection huge, his engorged penis was impressively thick well over eight inches in length, the purple glans of the head peeped through the rosetted foreskin, he clambered onto the table nudging Elle further down, and spreading her already widespread thighs further apart. He lowered himself onto his elbows on top of her, his penis lining itself up with her gaping vagina. He pressed into her forcefully, driving his full length into her. She coiled around his cock like a spring, so tight and so hot, shocked at her voracity he could scarcely move inside her. For someone small she was incredibly strong. She arched beneath him, her pelvis pumping up against him, wanton in her desire for gratification, they moved like they had when they danced, in perfect time, this time horizontally and panting and straining. Otto could feel the electrical tickle in his swollen balls and belly he knew that his orgasm was so close he could no longer be controlled; valiantly he fought against the impending rush of sperm, slowing his thrusts, only to have Elle speed up her thrusting. A shrill cry filled the air, Elle, shuddered against him her body at once rigid, her nails clawing at his back, drawing blood through long deep scratches, pushing Otto over the edge, his cock began to pulse, squirting copious amounts of lava hot cum into Elle's receptive cunt. As the heat subsided, they lay panting, Otto still on top of her, his penis buried inside, impaling her.

Anna leaned on the table, her eyes glazed with lust, she bit into Elle's neck, blood sprayed as her long sharp teeth plunged into her artery, she sucked hungrily, and noisily. Elle watched unblinking as the seemingly deranged woman drank her blood, she had coiled her legs around Otto's and her fingernails once again dug into his back painfully, trapping him while Anna sucked noisily from her neck. She lifted her face from Elle's neck, her mouth and chin bloody, her eyes wild. Before Otto could move her long sharp teeth bit into his neck. Her fangs slicing into his artery, which began to spray through the twin wounds into her open mouth, He was paralyzed. He sensed Elle smiling beneath him as his life's blood was being sucked from his arteries, he was growing faint. Abruptly Anna stopped.

Otto felt weak and tired, far too weak to move. He was still entangled in Elle's legs. Anna sat licking her face and hands cleansing the blood from her lips and face. 

Elle whispered to him." It's all right." She whispered, "She only takes enough, she knows exactly how much a body can spare." Her voice was soothing her hands were cold but calming as she caressed him. "Thank you for a beautiful orgasm, no man has ever pleased me as much!" she claimed shyly.

Anna quirked. "Really? Elle? That good, eh?"

Elle, answered, "Oh yes my Mistress. " She nodded blissfully beneath him.

Anna tugged at Otto's shoulders, pulling him, not so gently, off Elle, who slipped away from beneath him and rolled off of the table. Otto lay face down, his body not listening to his brain's commands; gently both women rolled him onto his back. Anna reached down her hand encircled his flaccid cock. Gently she caressed his soft digit; her hand was soft and gentle. She lowered her face, slipping him into her mouth, she sucked. Amazingly he began to thicken and lengthen in her mouth, his cock expanded, his body might be weakened almost paralyzed but his cock certainly wasn't. Soon he was rock hard and fully extended, a proud eight inches, slightly curved upwards, with his foreskin pulled fully back, exposing his purple head, once again precum began to form at the red tip, making the big purplish head all shiny.

" Mistress may I...." Elle began, she was salivating.

"No!" Anna snarled, turning towards Elle her fangs exposed, her fingers crooked like an eagle's talons, "I will make this cock for my needs, you will still have your chance, when I feel like sharing. " She panted, her long pointed fangs still bared. "I must transform him, I must do it now." she muttered.

She clasped her fingers around his stiff cock, pumping gently keeping his erection, she again lowered her face. Her head moved sideways, her lips closed around the shaft, leaving the proud head, poking out the corner of her lips. She slid her mouth down further. Otto felt excruciating pain as she bit, her sharp teeth slicing into his rigid shaft, then blackness.

He did not know how long he had passed out, he groaned, it was pitch dark he was in a bed, both Elle and Anna were asleep in each other's arms next to him. There was no pain, he felt his penis, and although flaccid it was still there, all of it, in one piece, and then felt his neck where his blood had been sucked, feeling no wound or scar, just unblemished skin. He was puzzled, everything was still there. Elle awoke from her slumber beside him and smiled sleepily her green eyes were for once, dull, she lay naked, almost joined to Anna. Her neck too, where she had been sucked showed no evidence of the violent frenzy Anna had initiated.

"It is done now; you will become one of us." She said.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"Patience! You will find out, Anna, will reveal all." She replied. "Come, we must sleep, when she wishes to mate, you will enjoy her, trust me." She nodded, taking his hand in hers and closing her eyes. His eyes accustomed themselves to the gloom, the room was circular, and probably in the turret of the castle. No light filtered through the arched windows, a huge bed on which he lay with the two sleeping women dominated the room, with black satin sheets. He shut his eyes and slept.

When he awoke he had no idea of the time, the room was still in darkness. Elle and Anna lay giggling and kissing each other noisily. They stopped, disengaging, as he shook his head. Elle got to her knees and crawled over to him as Anna lay on her back watching him with those weird reddish eyes.

Otto watched her, ignoring Elle. Anna lay back on her bed her face turned towards him, watching him; idly she stroked herself, one hand playing with her nipples, the other rubbing between her legs. Elle fell to her knees, her lips slid over Otto's cock, her tongue rasped at his head, he felt himself growing, thickening, lengthening. Elle continued to suck strongly, her mouth was as hot as a furnace, Otto's cock swelled, his cock lengthened and lengthened, until it stood proud. As Elle sucked, her tongue lashed back and forth licking spurts of clear liquid that seemed to dribble unabated from the tip, she swallowed, groaning with pleasure.

Otto looked down at his now rampant cock Elle's lips could not reach the base, she lifted her mouth away, clear liquid flowed from the tip, dribbling.

"He is ready my Mistress, turn over." She coaxed.

Anna had been watching Otto's cock as Elle had sucked it, she turned over and climbed onto her knees, she bent down on all fours like a dog, exposing the puffy wet lips of her cunt, to him. Her cunt was within a mass of dank curls; her inner labia drooped out past her swollen outer ones, a small digit the size of his thumb stood proud at the top of the juncture. He smelled something, he sniffed again, and suddenly he had no control of his body. He snarled, shoving Elle to one side, his hips began thrusting wildly, growling slobbering, he sniffed at her exposed cunt; he licked tasting the intoxicating liquid she was excreting copiously. 

He growled again his hips thrusting wildly, his cock first probing her ass, she shifted, lowering her shoulders and he continued thrusting his hips violently, smacking against her anus, Elle's deft hands guided him and he finally found the gaping entrance to her cunt. He rammed unflinching into her waiting cunt, he was deep inside her still thrusting uncaringly, growling and slobbering like a beast, his cock felt longer a lot longer, halfway along the shaft, where Anna had bitten, a ball the size of his fist was developing, it was hard and hot. Although the entrance was large and sloppy she was as tight as a ten year old virgin. The knot slapped up against the entrance to her tight vaginal walls time upon time, She thrust back at him matching him stroke for stroke, he began to squirt cum, his cock began pumping furiously, her cunt was so tight, the cum he produced, just spewing out from the tip as he continued to fuck faster and faster, cum squirting out around her labia as his cock rammed into her. He had never experienced such tightness. Anna rolled her hips, her head thrashing side to side, whining like a bitch in heat, slowly he felt her cervix softening, instinctively he slowed his stroke pressing the knot into her waiting cunt, she cried out, he growled like a crazy man, and began pumping cum in a frenzy as the walls of her cunt massaged and milked him. They were knotted like rutting dogs. The orgasm he was experiencing was like nothing before, every pulse of semen heightened the pleasure he was experiencing. His balls continued to produce cum, filling her, she whined, her body shuddering in ecstasy as her orgasm began. She sprawled onto the bed pulling him down on top of her still joined. He lay on top of her. Her cervix continued gripping his knotted cock until he had no more cum. It was almost a relief to feel the end of the orgasm. Still she kept them joined, the knot very slowly reducing itself. Anna lay stoic beneath him taking the weight of his body as he sprawled untidily.

Elle ignored him, and lay beside Anna kissing her mouth. Anna was oblivious to anything but the penis she held in her cunt. Her insides contained liters of Otto's semen. She ignored Elle, whose tongue dragged across her jaw, and along her shoulders and neck. Otto felt the knot finally begin to subside and Anna's grip on his cock lessen, they must have been knotted for half an hour at least before he was able to withdrew from her cloying bloated cunt with a soggy plop. Instantly, her distended cunt and thighs were awash as Otto's cum gushed out from the stretched hole. Finally the trickle stopped. It continued to ooze, every time she moved, down her thighs and onto the black satin sheets. Elle had sprung across as soon as the couple had unknotted, and was lapping at Anna's cunt swallowing whatever flowed from her. 



Decadence



All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced without permission from the author. This is a work of fiction... It is fantasy, pure and simple. Any resemblance to real people is unintentional and strictly coincidental. If you aren't at least 18 years of age, don't read this blah, blah, blah.

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To have one's cock deep throated by a young, barely legal, busty blonde, while at the same time be French kissed by an equally young and sexy brunette is a decadent experience. Yet, it was happening to me. To have such a thing happen with women you've dreamed and fantasized about for years is nearly indescribable... However, I'll do my best to fill you in on the details...

My name is Joe. I'm a thirty-something schoolteacher, recently turned college professor. I'm twice divorced, with three strapping sons to my name and two ex-wives. Neither of which has remarried. I guess I ruined them for marriage.

Despite my many mistakes and bad choices over the years, I enjoy being me. The blue-eyed brunette trying to remove my tonsils with her tongue is one good on-hand reason why I feel this way; her blonde friend fellating my penis is another. How, exactly did I find myself in such a predicament, you ask? There in lies the tale.

I first met Marie (the brunette) and Lyssa (the blonde) some seven years ago when I was teaching at a rural middle school on the outskirts of a fair-sized Southern city. They first met that year in my classroom and hated each other immediately. Both were early bloomers, fully into puberty. They had very noticeable figures that outshone every other girl in the class, if not the grade or the school, for that matter. I'm sure some of the younger female teachers were flat-out jealous of Marie's long, lean legs and perfect proportions, or of Lyssa's amazingly large rack.

As a relatively young male teacher, I was thankful every day these two studies in opposites came through my door. I was also intensely careful to not reveal my unprofessional appreciation of these two particular students. Being a minority in a female dominated profession, I'm sure I got my fair share of young teen-aged crushes... The day I overheard these two wildcats arguing about me being a 'hunk' and who had more of a right to want me was a turning point for me. I would never entertain ideas of a relationship with a student, especially an under-age one, but overhearing Marie and Lyssa that day ignited my fantasies. 

I began to consider what they would look like in a few more years, all dressed up in their prom dresses, or when they got to college. Picturing them as college co-eds began one of my regular masturbation fantasies. I'd be 36 around the time they'd turn 18. Making it with two nubile, teens half my age, yet it still being 'legal' had great appeal.

From that day on, I began pairing these two up in class and giving them just a bit more attention that the other students. At some point, they stopped fighting and joined forces. I'm pretty sure they coordinated the days when they wore skirts too short to be dress code acceptable. I'm also pretty sure they enjoyed the extra attention they received when they did. They became fast friends, complementing each other academically and socially. They never seemed to have boyfriends... I guess they figured 'boys' were too immature. Besides, I can't imagine a middle school guy with the balls to approach those ferocious beauties. By the end of the school year, Marie and Lyssa were inseparable and I was in lust. Not so much for them as they were at that point in their lives, but I lusted for the smart, sexual, playful women I knew that they would someday soon become.

The gorgeous twosome eventually went on to high school and despite my best efforts, I lost track of them. My wife and I got divorced and I decided to go back to school myself for a doctorate degree. Time passed and I all but forgot about my two favorite masturbation fantasies. With my divorce still painfully fresh, I threw myself into my studies, and also at the college students underfoot (both the tender under grads and the sensual, more mature grad students) with varying degrees of success. I certainly wasn't a Don Juan, but I did hook-up now and then. I don't know if it was by some sub-conscious decision, or just circumstances, but a relationship never developed from those occasional trysts.

I started as a meager grad student, taking classes at night while still teaching at one of the local high schools. When a teaching assistant position opened up, I jumped at the chance and quickly immersed myself in the world of collegiate academia. I was considered an A.B.D., or "All But Dissertation" and was liked by both the faculty and administration. I could tell I was being groomed to become a full professor, just as soon as my degree was complete. Another reason to like being me.

It was Autumn, and the campus was going on mid-semester break. I'd been invited to one of the Department chair's famous parties. They were rather exclusive, by invitation only and quite wild. The Chair, or 'Doc' as he liked to be called, was very well off. He'd married into money and they'd invested wisely. He really didn't have to work anymore, but being the chair gave him the scope of contacts needed to throw a bash like this one every semester or so. His wife, as I've come to understand, schedules her visits to family overseas to coincide with his scheduled parties. This way, they have no awkward questions or circumstances ... a happy arrangement I'd say.

The party was held at Doc's house. 'Mansion' might be a better term, as it sat upon ten wooded acres in the middle of the old part of the city. It had a high iron fence and an electric gate barring the drive. A private security guard hired for the occasion checked my name against the guest list before allowing me through. The winding drive gave way to a splendid view of the house proper, all lit up in the twilight. Another private security guard directed my convertible to a side yard turned parking lot. Judging from the number of parked cars, I figured there were maybe 30 or 40 guests. Rumor had it that only the best and the brightest were invited, mostly from the ranks of faculty and graduate students. But occasionally, exceptional under grads were given the honor of attending. Sometimes the definition of exceptional extended to the area of looks or skills in the sack... if the rumors were true.|

Doc's two graduate assistants, John and Deborah, greeted me at the door. Both were young and good-looking. We exchanged 'hellos' and Deb directed me to the w t bar as John checked my name off a list on a small pocket PC.

I made my way to the bar, trading smiles and greetings with those I passed. As the 'new' guy, I knew only about half of the guests by name, but recognized most of them on sight. I ordered a Jack and Coke and drink in hand, found a quiet corner to scope out the party.

"Been here long?" a pleasant voice asked from my elbow. I turned and saw Dave, a fellow A.B.D. 

"Hey! No, I just got here. You?" We shifted our drinks and shook hands. Dave and I weren't in competition because he was in the running for a position at a small college back home on the East coast.

"Oh, I've been here a while. I'm trying to pace myself, these things can go all night."

"Have you seen Doc?" I asked.

Dave shook his head and then nodded towards the staircase.

"He may be in the library upstairs... second landing, last door on the right."

"Why would he be up there instead of down here?" I asked.

Dave took a long pull on his beer and regarded me with raised eyebrows. I decided to take the hint and wandered off to the stairs.

"Let me let you in on a little secret... You may have lost track of me, but I've never lost track of you. After I left your class, you moved to teaching high school. Not mine, darn it, but you followed me after a fashion."

I started to speak, but she shushed me with first a finger to my lips, then a lingering, nibbling kiss to my bottom lip.

"Where was I?" Marie asked, finally breaking our kiss.

Lyssa pulled her mouth of my cock and leisurely stroked it. "Followed you to high school."

"Right. Thanks." And then pushed her friend's eager mouth back onto my glistening prick. "Don't interrupt me." she admonished with a giggle. Marie turned back to me and settled her head on my shoulder.

"I kept up with you the whole time. Your divorce... you moving into that dump of an apartment and then later to your current house. The one you're still fixing up."

She idly unbuttoned the first few buttons of my dress shirt and reached inside. She began to run her fingers through my chest hair and trace circles around my nipples with her manicured nails.

"I know lots and lots about you... your recent unsuccessful relationships. Your failed marriage. Your stories that you post anonymously on the Internet.... I know about everything. I even know..." She raised her head to speak quietly into my ear. Punctuating each word with a kiss. 

"I" kiss "even" kiss "know" kiss "what" kiss "makes" kiss "you" kiss "tick."

She pulled her head back and placed her hands alongside my head, turning it until we were nearly nose-to-nose. Her gaze shifted every few moments between my eyes and my lips. I simply stared at her trying to make sense of it all, while at the same time both ignoring and enjoying the party going on below my belt.

"It's sex, Mr. Greene. Joe." she closed her eyes and shivered slightly. "Joe." She opened them again, bright and full of... something. Lust? Love? Satisfaction? I didn't know.

"I've waited for years to call you 'Joe', Joe." She smiled. "Joe. Joe. Joe. But back to the subject at hand: Sex. You're problem is sex."

She delivered this news with wide-eyed honesty and complete conviction. It never occurred to me to argue with her. Besides... She was right. She was voicing some of my deepest feelings and concerns, out loud in a manner that I never had.

"You don't smoke. Don't do drugs. Drink only socially. Don't gamble. Don't beat your women." she paused, pinching my left nipple hard enough to make me give an in involuntary gasp of surprise. "Sex is your vice. You need it. And when you don't get the quantity or quality you want from you relationships, you go elsewhere, sometimes to your detriment."

This statement both shocked and embarrassed me. Both for the same reason: it was true. It's a strange feeling being embarrassed and fellated at the same time. Mr. Happy started to flag a bit. I think Marie read my mind through my expression. She immediately took my face in her hands again.

"Ohh baby, no." she soothed. "I'm not telling you it's bad, or your fault... It's just the way you are... Just the way I love you."

I was still processing my feelings and the significance of what Marie had just said when she interrupted my train of thought with a passionate kiss. All my thoughts melted as my lust surged. When our lips parted, Marie's voice was laden with passion. 

"We've been in here too long. We need to get down to the party and say our 'goodbyes."

"Goodbyes?" I asked, a bit confused. "Yes, goodbyes. We can't strip down and all fuck right here on the couch, as much as I'd like to..." She looked down at Lyssa and ran her fingers through the mass of blonde curls. She tugged, pulling her friend off my spit-soaked cock.

Lyssa made a whining noise, whether from her pulled hair or from her deprivation from my penis, I'm not sure. I've found over the years that there's a small segment of the female population that not only enjoys fellatio, but gets off on it. Lyssa was obviously one of these. 

Marie pulled her blonde counterpart into an open-mouthed kiss, then mock snarled at her.

"We haven't got all fucking night... get him to cum so we can get out of here. I've got places to go and people to fuck." Lyssa grinned crookedly and settled back down between my legs. Marie turn back to me and whispered in my ear.

"Cum, Joe. Cum in her mouth." she encouraged me. "Get your hands in that curly blonde mess she calls hair and make her make you come."

I did as instructed. I gripped the long curls on the sides of Lyssa's head and felt/heard her purr in contentment. I guided her open mouth to the tip of my raging hard-on. She reached out with her tongue and began to circle my oozing head.

"Fuck her throat." Marie coaxed as she raised herself up on her knees on the couch. She now looked down on me, her breasts level with my face. She pulled up her shirt and presented me with a view of her firm, succulent breasts and small, erect nipples. I immediately began to lick and nibble, eventually closing in on a nipple and sucking.

"Yesssss." Marie hissed, circling my head in her arms. Then she added Urgently. "Cum, Joe! Shove that big, beautiful cock down this slut's throat. Use her. She loves being used! Do it."

I needed no further encouragement... still suckling at Marie's breast, I began to pull Lyssa's head towards my crotch. Sinking my cock further and further down her throat. Once I felt her nose in my pubic hair, I held her there, savoring the sensations. I then raised her head and began to pump her mouth up and down on my cock. I started slowly, but began to increase the pace with each stroke. The sensations began to overwhelm me. I gave a moment's thought to what was happening; having my cock balls deep down the throat of a barely legal busty blonde, and at the same time nibbling and sucking on the breasts of a brunette I'd lusted after for years... I could take no more...I came. With a loud groan I tensed, pulling Lyssa's face fully down on my spurting prick. I felt her throat seize up and contract rhythmically. She was swallowing my seed, not losing a single drop or sticky glob.

My roar was muffled nicely by the most beautiful set of hooters I'd ever had the pleasure to meet. "Yes! That's it! Fill that slut up!" cheered Marie. She sat back down, snuggling next to me on the couch her shirt pulled back in place, but her firm nipples clearly noticeable behind the thin fabric.

Still kneeling between my legs, Lyssa let my softening cock slip from her lips. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grinned crookedly at me. "Wow, Mr. Greene. You must have been saving up! You taste great." "Next time, it's my turn to taste him." Marie said as she pulled her friend up from the floor. Lyssa snuggled up next to me on the couch, opposite her brunette friend who was now gently tucking my temporarily flaccid prick back into my boxers and zipping up my khakis .

Alyssa took my hand, the one that had recently been gripping the back of her head and stuck it between her legs, under her miniskirt. I immediately felt the heat and moisture from her crotch.

"Blowing you has gotten me sooo wet." she breathed in my ear.

If I wasn't in such a state of shock, I would have snaked a couple of fingers past the thin barrier that her G-string provided and finger-fucked her to a quick orgasm or two... But the surprises kept coming.

"You know..." Lyssa continued, "If next time she sucks you, will you fuck me? I'd like for you to fuck me, Mr. Greene." She let out a giggle and then stuck her tongue in my ear. "You can fuck my tight, wet pussy." Now she was nibbling on my ear. "Or you could fuck my tits.... or you could fuck my ass... Marie says I scream too much when my ass is fucked, so you might have to gag me." She giggled again. "Actually, Mr. Greene, you can fuck me any way you want."

I turned my head and regarded this blonde vixen in open-mouthed awe. The smiled at me and then kissed me on the nose. I looked at Marie who was now standing in front of the two of us. She was wearing both a serious and lustful look.

"She's serious Joe. A few years ago, Lyssa and I got together and she decided that all she really wanted was me. She still likes boys, but basically she's mine. I, on the other hand have always wanted you... so I guess what I'm saying is that you get us both." She held out her hands to each of us and we got up off the leather couch. The three-way hug/kiss that followed was both interesting and too complicated to fully describe. When we broke it off a few minutes later, we readjusted clothing and headed downstairs.

Doc smiled as he saw me approach, and broke from his gathered court. He warmly shook my hand and gave both Marie and Lyssa, a cheerful yet leering look up and down. He turned his attention back to me. "I see you've met of my prize under-grads, Joe. They seem to have taken a liking to you.

"Um, yeah." my vocabulary wasn't where it should be right then. He saw my discomfort and laughed a loud chuckle.

"Don't worry Joe. I know all about it... Why do you think both you and they are here?" He shifted his gaze to the attention our little group was receiving from the other guests.

"Still... While there are no official sanctions against fraternization between faculty and students... I should at least maintain the appearance of a proper faculty member." He leaned in and whispered, "otherwise I'd offer you one of the guest rooms and referee myself. But unfortunately, it's not to be. Girls, be gentle, but not too gentle. I'll see you in class, week after next."

He again shook my hand and raised his voice. "Sorry to hear you've got to leave early. I'm so glad you could come." He added a conspirator wink. "The boys downstairs will be sure to get your cars unblocked." With that he turned and rejoined his waiting court. Marie and Lyssa steered me out.

Getting home was a blur. I know I drove, with Marie beside me, hand on my thigh, head on my shoulder. But I don't remember the trip. We didn't talk and I was on autopilot. It was only when we were getting out of my convertible and I saw Lyssa pull up my drive that I realized she had followed us in either her of Marie's car. Hell, maybe it was 'theirs'. I fumbled with the keys and unlocked the door. I allowed myself to be pulled down the hall to my bedroom by Marie, while Lyssa, if my hearing was accurate, rummaged around in the kitchen and liquor cabinet to make us all drinks. It looked to be a very interesting night. 



Decadence



Obviously this had been going on for a while, though I stood there in shock, briefly chastising myself for not realizing it. Not having a clue, a single hint. A myriad of emotions washing over and through me as I stood there, staring. And neither one of them yet aware that their older brother had come home early...unexpectedly. How many other times before had my own sister and brother, fraternal twins, been so engaged like this before now?

Our parents had died a few years ago in a horrible traffic accident, leaving me as the only living relative capable of raising them, hardly an adult myself at the time when I did. Only five years senior to my siblings, Jack and Janet had just last year graduated high school, both now working part-time jobs, attending university, and trying to make a better life for themselves, just as I'd been doing. We'd all been busy, working...going to school, so much so, that there hadn't been time for any real social life, not for any of us. Something I was now even more painfully aware of.

They were on the couch, each with their heads buried between the others legs, oblivious to my presence, which for the life of me, I had not yet made known to them. My initial thoughts being one of anger, disgust, and revulsion at what I was seeing. Impulse to run over, yank them a part, scream, yell...possibly even hit my younger brother in the face for what he was doing to my sister. And then she...likewise just as culpable, her mouth even then bobbing up and down my brother's amazingly hard stiff cock. I stood frozen where I was, unable to move, thoughts of turning away, confronting them later. And yet...I could do neither. I couldn't confront, couldn't turn, couldn't just walk away. I found myself growing aroused instead, watching them, watching my own siblings so pleasurably enjoying one another. What I found out was...I was jealous!

I had in the past caught brief glimpses of my sister naked, or partially so. Early on of course, there was much embarrassment on both parts because of it. But as time passed, as we all became more comfortable with the unusual situation we'd been thrown into, Janet at least became less self conscious about it, as did I. In time, when those moments came, when an inadvertent bumping into one another in the single shared bathroom became unavoidable, we all simply laughed it off, teased, and even flirted just a bit. Though back then, it was indeed a much more innocent flirtation, teasing that most close brothers and sisters would do. Even Jack had seemed to act less shy around his sister. Numerous times I know he had gone into the bathroom while Janet was showering. His need and excuse very often of not being able to wait on her, taking a pee. That had eventually led to a few very important rules around the house.

I knew the shower enclosure was opaque enough that no real intrusion of privacy was ever taken. I had in fact once gone in and done so myself, so I easily accepted and understood the occasional circumstance of this happening. And in fact, had once been in the shower myself when Janet came into the bathroom in order to do the same thing. The difference being at that time, I'd been masturbating, though I seriously doubted she ever knew that.

After a time, it became almost commonplace. Three siblings sharing a small apartment together, with only one bathroom, two bedrooms. It was inevitable then, that the occasional bumping into one another like this became unavoidable. And the fact they'd been thrown together the way they had, sharing a room. Well...even that hadn't been, or seemed all that strange. They had shared a room for years together at home, until such time at least as Janet started growing breasts, and then mom kicked me out of my room, and made me double up with Jack so sis could have some "female" privacy, as mom put it.

But this...seeing what I was standing there watching now, went far beyond any of that. "How long had she been sucking my brother's cock?" I silently asked myself. "And how long...has he been licking my sister's pussy? Not to mention...the rest of it.

In a weird, totally twisted way, it certainly made some sense. Being fraternal twins, though certainly not really identical, save for a few similar features perhaps, they had always had this extra special closeness growing up. Something I had again felt almost jealous of early on. Though I also knew, five years in the beginning was far more of a difference then, than it was now. At eighteen, my thirteen year old siblings were more of a nuisance around me more than anything, though I'd have given my own life up for them had it ever been necessary. Who'd have thought that only two years later, I'd be raising them myself? Let alone, standing here in the open doorway of the living room, watching the two of them thoroughly enjoying a mutual "69" with one another only a year later than that?

I found myself admiring them both, though my thoughts remained jumbled, confused, conflicted. Janet's long shoulder length, reddish brown hair dangled down in front of her, partially obscuring the view as she continued to lick, tickle and suck Jack's cock. Another reason why she obviously hadn't seen me yet. Too absorbed in what she was doing to him, to his cock...his rigid, rock-hard cock. Her breasts, fuller than I realized perhaps. Only staring at them now, taking them in. Sure, I'd seen them before, glimpses, snippets here and there. Always fleeting, always tearing my eyes away, refusing to take notice even though I did. As though I had somehow erased some of the images, memories...specific details, not allowing the incestuous thoughts to permeate my mind. 

But now I did. 

I know for sure I had never seen Janet's nipples so hard, so puckered. Her dark areola's crinkled in arousal, twin little caps, a bit pointed, yet so inviting. Jack's hand occasionally reaching down between them, seeking and then finding one...playing with it. Hearing my sister's moan of delight and approval, which merely triggered her own hands to likewise stroke, fondle or caress her brother's cock even more than she currently was.

I could feel the seepage of my own prick wetting the front of my trousers, not even needing to look down in order to confirm it. My shaft hard-felt now, pressing almost painfully so against my slacks, the temptation to reach down, unzip...release, and pleasure myself as I stood here, too bizarre a thought to actually do, yet so very tempted into doing just that.

"Oh Janet! Janet! You're going to make me cum!" Jack suddenly announced, the excitement of his impending release quite obvious. She lifted up some, expectant perhaps, removing her hair away from her face, her mouth still open, inviting the onslaught, which just then began. But as he did...as his spunk suddenly leapt from the tiny slit in the tip of his cock, her eyes locked on mine as I continued to stand there, glued momentarily, feet to the floor. It felt like it was happening in slow motion. Watching my brother's cock spurting, streamers of his spunk hitting her chin as opposed to going inside her mouth where she'd no doubt intended it. Some of it now splashing against those magnificent breasts, which I again more fully looked at, seeing the white sticky cream of Jack's spunk now clinging to them as she rose up further, mouth still agape, though no sounds had as yet been uttered by either one of us. Jack...still fully and totally unaware of my presence, his cry of pleasure continuing, cock still spurting...clueless. And all either one of us could do, was look into one another's eyes while he continued doing so, groaning out his deep felt pleasure.

And as we did, I felt the pleasured release of my cock spurting off inside my pants, jolt after jolt of my own semen, no doubt flooding my underwear. The realization of that, somehow acting as the solvent, ungluing my feet, my thoughts, my emotions. I simply turned and walked back down the hallway to my own bedroom without saying a single word.

**

Though I had closed my door, I hadn't locked it. Knowing that as soon as they'd had the chance to speak and discuss this, one...or perhaps both maybe, would no doubt come down to my room. How long that might take, I had no guess. But I knew, eventually, one of them would. I was after all, the head of this household, the authority figure, the one in charge, though I tried very hard not to make it seem that way. We had in the past, always discussed, always given one another the right to voice an opinion, listening to it before any major decisions were reached that would equally affect any one of us.

This would prove to be an interesting one. Interesting, because I wasn't sure who it would be that would first come to the door, knock on it, and request entry. At least I'd had time enough to remove my soiled clothing, tossing my sticky underwear off to one side, disgusted with myself at my own bodies betrayal. Even the bed seemed out of place here for some reason. So I took a nearby chair, sitting inside that, facing towards the door, waiting, wondering. What could be said? What would I say or do upon hearing whatever was said? What punishment if any could I effectively meter out? And would I even do that? Had I not just admitted to myself only moments ago of my own jealousy at seeing them together? Wishing it was me...climaxing in fact, though involuntarily.

Even though I expected it, had been...when the knock came, I jumped, startled, surprised.

"Yeah?" I said only half thinking.

"Brian, it's me. Can I come in?"

I'd have taken bets on it being Jack rather than Janet, so a bit surprised upon hearing her voice. "The doors not locked," I said flatly, trying to disguise the edge to my emotions. Feeling angry yes...but not so much at her, or at Jack for that matter. But angry at myself. For not seeing it, not knowing, not being aware. But even more so, because I'd been harboring the same thoughts for quite some time now. Enjoying the decadence of my own wicked imagination, late at night in the privacy of my own bedroom. And worse. And though I afforded myself the luxury of never having acted on those thoughts or impulses, I was angry enough with myself for thinking them anyway. And angry for being jealous that the two of them had.

When the door opened, I was expecting to at least see she had dressed. That was the first surprise, because she hadn't. She was still naked, now standing there just inside the door looking at me. She hadn't even bothered cleaning herself up any either. Jack's sperm still clinging to her tits, though drying now marring her almost perfect body, reminding me of coffee stains on a beautiful white blouse.

"So, now you know. But...you don't know all of it either Brian," she told me, her voice calm, sure of herself.

"So tell me Janet," I said emphasizing her name, trying to put some weight against that when I said it, implying...implying what? I then asked myself. "What is it I don't know?" All the while sitting there, looking, but not looking. Seeing, but refusing to notice, wanting...but ignoring the want, the desire I still felt for her. My own sister.

She walked over, now sitting on the edge of my bed, forcing me to turn partially in my chair, still looking at her...through her, refusing to notice the obvious. "When did she shave her pussy?" I asked myself, still trying to act calm, collect...still obviously stern and...angry?

"We were going to tell you, but the time just never seemed right at the moment. And...we were obviously worried about what you'd say when we did tell you...or, when you found out, like you did today."

"Yeah, no shit!" I said hearing my voice level escalate just a bit, though still trying to keep the edge of my emotions in check even then. "So how long has this been going on anyway?"

"About six months," Jack said walking into the room. Obviously he'd been standing outside listening, waiting perhaps to see how I'd first react to our sister. He too was still naked, though thankfully, his cock had at least returned to some semblance of normalcy. I'm not sure what I'd have done, or reacted to had he come in with it sticking straight up in the air. "Though you must have realized, there's always been something special between us growing up as kids. Kids stuff we've done, that eventually sort of lead to all this," he explained.

I shook my head. Even so, I still hadn't seen it coming, hadn't seen a hint of anything. Or...if I had, I had somehow blocked it out of my mind, refusing to accept, to believe it. Knowing why perhaps. For years now, ever since Janet had grown into the woman she'd become, especially after the death of our parents. She had grown up quickly, taking on some of the responsibilities herself, maturing rapidly, perhaps even more so than I had, and certainly more so than I felt Jack had. In a weird way, in a really weird way, she'd become mom. But she'd also become a woman, and it had been very hard not to notice that. It was harder trying not to notice that now.

"I'd feel a lot more comfortable if the two of you would go and put something on," I said once again averting my eyes, staring at the floor, only then seeing my discarded underwear, knowing full well they were filled with the remnants of my own semen. 

"No, not until we've had a chance to speak, like I said Brian...to tell you what you don't know."

I sighed, looking up at her again, determined not to look at my sister naked, somehow dressing her, or fuzzing out the details of her body, mentally fogging over the parts I shouldn't be looking at.

"The truth is Brian, we've both been trying to find a way to tell you...that we wanted you...to join us." 

**

I know I was sitting there with my mouth hanging open for a moment, trying to find the words, finally doing so. "You...you what?" I just managed, wishing I had something to drink now, the words sounding like sandpaper as they came out of my mouth. 

"We want you...to be with us. All three of us...together!" Janet said laying down on my bed now, forcing me to sit up more so I could see her face, though I stood instead. On the one hand, wondering if I should flee the room. On the other...

"You can't be..."

"Serious?" Jack said walking around me from behind, now taking the bed as well, though he sat on the edge rather than laying on it, looking at me. "But we are Brian. Janet and I have already discussed this a long time ago. We've been trying to figure out a way to approach you. Needless to say, the issue more or less got forced here today. But we're actually both glad that it did. So now you know. Now you know what we both want, and that's to share this...share it together."

I couldn't believe I was actually listening to this, hearing what I was hearing. Though as I did, as it began sinking in, I felt my prick lengthen just a little, just enough that it reminded me how much I'd been wishing for this to happen. Perhaps not in quite the same way it obviously was. I opened my mouth to speak, and then closed it. The words I'd intended, not the words I wanted to say. I knew then it would be stupid of me to do so, to deny what I felt, what I wanted. Especially if this was truly what they both wanted too.

"So...you'd be cool with...with..."

Jack laughed. "Don't worry bro...it's not a you and me thing, it's a "we" thing. "You and me...pleasuring sis. Janet...pleasuring us, what do you say bro?"

Janet was now grinning from ear to ear. Though that's not all she was doing either. Still lying on her back, looking back and forth between us, she had both breasts cupped within her hands, toying with them, caressing herself, invitingly.

"You have any idea how long I've wanted to feel the two of you sucking on these at the same time?" She asked.

I could already see it in my mind. Me taking one of my sister's tits into my hands, wrapping my lips around her hard extended little nipple. Jack doing the same thing to the other one, next to me. 

"You're not just pulling my leg...saying this to, to...to get out of anything here," I said once again trying to sound stern, though it seemed ludicrous hearing myself when I said it. Even Janet laughed.

"The only leg I want to be pulling is the one BETWEEN your legs," she continued to giggle. "Come on Brian...please? Come suck my other titty," she now asked, and as if on cue, Jack suddenly leaned over taking the one closest to him into his mouth, as he did indeed begin sucking it. I started to move towards her as though hypnotized. "Uh ah..." she said shaking her head no. "First...remove the clothes, then you can suck my titty."

I reached down yanking the tee shirt I had on up and over my head. Seconds later, undoing my slacks, allowing them to fall down around my ankles, stepping out of them. I now stood with nothing more than another pair of white briefs on.

"You ah...might want to remove those too," she giggled again. "This time, I want to see you come, on me...or in me, wherever you'd like. Just not inside your shorts again," she laughed out loud this time, causing me to blush a little.

"You...you knew I, that I..."

"Came?" She giggled again. "God Brian! I saw the bulge! How could I not? And I saw the dark stain suddenly appear too, you really ought not wear beige slacks if you're planning on doing that," she laughed. "Now...take em off, and get over here...I need to see that cock of yours, hard this time," she added.

It already was. As was Jack's as I noticed, climbing onto the bed on the other side of her, taking her neglected breast into my mouth. I felt her hand come up to my head, fingers tangling in my hair just as she was doing to Jack's head, Jack's hair, holding the two of us against her...together.

"Oh man...oh fuck! I've been wanting this, wanting to feel this...for years!" She said. "And finally! Finally! It's fucking happening!"

"Me too," I whispered, though she heard it still, hugging me even closer against her, taking delight in the sensation as Jack and I nursed her breasts, teasing her in our own uniquely different ways. I could have done that forever, but after a while, she was no longer content to allow it. Pushing us both away, she rolled me over onto my back, now pointedly staring at my prick, and then at Jacks. I found myself doing the same, as Jack did. We were pretty close to identical in that department too. Maybe he was an inch, if that, longer than I was, but I was also slightly larger around than he was too. Not much by the looks of it. Though Janet certainly looked pleased.

"Eenie, meenie, miney...mo. Ah to hell with it," she laughed once again. "Doesn't really matter what we do first now does it?"

Suddenly she had my cock in her hands, her tongue already snaking out to lick and tickle the tip. I couldn't believe this was happening for one. It had been so long now. So many months, so involved with worry, finances, trying to do the best I could in the way of providing for my siblings. I like them...until recently anyway, had been neglecting my own needs. Refusing to date, to get involved with anyone, and take any time away from the two of them. Obviously, I had needed to. Like my own mother and father perhaps, I'd been too smothering, certainly not observant enough to their needs and desires. Let alone my own.

"Like that?" She cooed still lapping away at my cock like it was a melting ice cream cone.

"Fuck...fuck yes!" I said allowing myself the vulgarity, words normally held in check, spoken with anger. But not this way, not this word...now said pleasurably, wantonly...needfully. "Oh fuck baby...that's it, that's it! Suck my fucking cock!"

As she did, as she continued doing so, Jack moved around behind her. Knowing his intent, she lifted herself up a bit, now kneeling more, giving and granting my brother access to her pussy from behind. In moments, he'd slid inside her, moaning himself now, looking over her shoulder at us, as she continued popping the head of my dick in and out of her mouth, even making that sound, that noise, that sensation even more erotic than it already was.




Decadence



"God damn Brian! Wait until you slip inside this sweet juicy pussy of hers. I swear to God bro! Sis has got the tightest, most amazingly slick cunt you've ever been in!"

I damn near shot off in her mouth. The thought of that, but oddly enough, hearing Jack say it, hearing him tell me what it was he already knew, and was in fact doing now himself. I could hear the slap of flesh against flesh as he pounded into her from behind. 

"Slow down sweet fuck," she called out to him. "Time for me to fuck my other brother now, though if you'd like...you can have my ass while he does, how's that sound?"

"You...you like it up the ass too?" I asked shocked at her admission.

"Oh hell yes!" She giggled wildly. "And even better still, the thought of the two of you doing me together is something I've been masturbating wildly about now for years! And finally, FINALLY, it's going to happen!"

I watched and felt my sister as she climbed on top of me. Staring up at her, and then kissing her as she kissed me back. Not as she had done, not as a sister...but as a woman kissing a man. Passionately, hotly...desperately. And as we did, I felt the slickness of her cunt suddenly envelope and surround me, not quite entering. More like lips kissing me even that way. Mouth to mouth, her pussy mouth, my cock mouth, kissing, pressing, rubbing. And then heaven.

I felt her suddenly take me in fully. One easy up and then down motion, and suddenly I was inside her. Inside my sister, buried to the hilt. I held her breasts within my hands, kneading them, exploring them, pulling and rolling her hard taut nipples. Fucking her. Oh my god...fucking her!

"Oh yeah...yeah, come on Jack, my ass...it's waiting for you baby. Come fuck your sister's ass, and feel your brother's cock inside my cunt...fucking me, fucking me next to your cock, fucking my horny naughty little ass."

We held still for a moment, waiting for Jack to lubricate himself up a bit, using mostly Janet's free-flowing pussy juice to do so with. He then eased inside her, slowly...but effortlessly, and then suddenly I felt his stiff prick sliding up against mine, separated now by only the thinnest of membranes. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before in my entire life. Though the same was true for all of us perhaps.

"Holy fucking shit!" Janet cried out. "Oh My God that feels good!"

As one, we began moving together then, finding our way, finding the tempo...the pleasure, the unbridled enjoyment we were all now experiencing together. Thrusting up, feeling my sister's pussy clenching around me, the slickness of that pleasurable cavern, the juicy sounds she made...that we made. The sensation of my brother's cock spearing her ass, rubbing up the length of my own dick, as mine did the same to his. It was an ecstasy that none of us could withstand or tolerate for much longer. Janet, succumbing to it far more quickly than I had expected either Jack or I to do.

"Faster! Oh fuck! Faster! Harder! Faster!" She merely screamed as Jack and I began doing that, tag-teaming her in a way, he...behind thrusting wildly, pounding into her ass. Me below...humping up, she, grinding down, mashing herself against me, somehow meeting his thrusts as she did that. And then screaming. Not a simple cry of release, but an almost bloodcurdling scream that rattled the windows in the room as she came.

And then I felt it...as I heard Jack's deep-throated moan of enjoyment. His cock lurching, suddenly throbbing, and I knew he was just then spurting, filling our sister's bowels with his semen. I came...explosively. I felt my cock literally balloon inside her, and then the jettison of spunk, which came in torrents, or so it seemed anyway. I flooded her pussy, as Jack flooded her ass, as Janet drenched us both. Her own feminine cream adding to mine as it squished out of her, unable to contain it all any longer, making even more decadent sounds as we slowly wound down like a ticking clock about to expire.

We collapsed together in a heap, and then stayed that way for the better part of the next half hour hardly moving.

"Ok, ok...time for a shower. All three of us," she said sitting up rolling out of bed, cupping her pussy with her hand as though trying to keep the remaining essence of our combined spunk from dripping all over the floor. "And then after that..." She winked. "I want to suck you both...simultaneously."

Jack and I looked at one another. He grinned. And then I grinned. Things were never going to be the same again. Not ever!

**

Even taking a shower together the way we did, meant showers would as well no longer be the same again. Well hopefully anyway. Crowded as it was there in that small shower, we stood, the three of us, washing one another, Janet standing between as Jack and I soaped her up, not missing a single solitary square inch of her, nor she either one of us. And it was nicely odd in another way too, seeing my brother's hard stiff cock, standing there, proud and firm. Mine too, and neither one of us embarrassed, or shy about it either as Janet stood between us, one hand holding each of us, working them up and down together.

"Ok, nuff of this shit," she said none too politely. "Let's towel off...and then go back into the living room. I want to spend some time amusing myself with the two of you. Not that I'm sure you're gonna mind all that much," she mused. And then stepped out of the shower, beginning to dry off as Jack and I soon followed.

By the time Jack and I had finished drying off and headed off towards the living room, Janet was already sitting there on the couch waiting for us. "Come here," she pointed directly in front of where she was sitting, having already moved the coffee table out far enough so that we could do so even more easily. "Stand right here," she said again, directing. Jack and I stood, side-by-side as Janet once again reached up taking each of us in her hands. It was needless to say, an interesting, but not at all unpleasant experience. Looking down, seeing your own brothers cock hard in one hand, yours next to it, being held by the other as Janet now placed us both, or attempted to anyway...inside her mouth. Somehow she did manage to suck us both in together, just fitting the heads of our respective cocks inside her mouth, sucking a little, mostly licking, but enjoying that as she did so. "Fuck!" We both said in unison, not having intended to do so, but lessening the tension of the moment when we did.

"I know!" Janet suddenly stated, an idea coming to mind. It had indeed felt good, looked even better perhaps...seeing our sister doing that to us, but she obviously had yet another idea running around inside that naughty wicked little head of hers. "You two are gonna need to get comfy together...and quickly. So get the hell over whatever hang-ups either one of you might have, and do what your sister tells you to do...ok?"

Suddenly Janet was indeed in charge here, and Jack and I both knew it. "What do you want us to do?" he asked.

"Lay down on the couch, both of you...but here's the tricky-icky part...though maybe not for me," she giggled excitedly. "I need you balls to balls. That way, I can place these two beauties side-by-side. One thick, long, hot fucking cock, which I am damn well going to find a way to fuck together. At the same time."

"No way!" I exclaimed.

"Way!" Janet said determinedly. "Now come on you two...give me one fat juicy hard cock!"

It took some positioning, but believe it or not, we finally managed it. A little weird feeling yes, me on one end of the couch looking down at myself...across the way, Jack doing the same. Our pricks meeting up there in the middle, which Janet now held within her hands, holding them together as she climbed up onto the couch, hovering over us.

"You don't think this is really going to..."

She smiled, and then slid down....over both of us. It took a moment, it was tighter than anything I had ever felt before, that's for sure. And probably a damn-sight tighter than anything my sister had ever had up inside her cunt either. But she did it. Somehow, she fucking did it! After a few really careful, really slow up and downs, she seemed to stretch a bit making it far easier for her to fuck us both. The fact she had both my cock, along with my brother's inside her was amazing. Just sitting back watching her was intense too. Seeing the way she cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples, riding the two of us was more sensual than anything I'd ever seen before. The look on her face, the pure physical joy as she rapidly approached yet again another mind-blowing orgasm was enough to trigger my second one of the evening. As I felt my sister's lubrications suddenly increase, along with another peel of deep-throated groaning that seemed to begin deep within her gut, suddenly spewing from her mouth in another ear-splitting scream of delight, I throbbed...and then felt the juice explode from my prick. Perhaps sensing what I felt, Jack cried out seconds later, and I knew then he too was adding more of his own juice to the now saucy mix. Janet slowed, though still humping the two of us, the sounds of the now very squishy, very frothy mix of our combined juices easily heard. 

"Wow, that...was fucking hot!" Janet exclaimed as she finally stood up on weak knees, somehow managing to wobble over to a nearby chair collapsing down into it. Looking up and over at my brother, it was an interesting sight to see, our two pricks now mostly flaccid, covered in spunk, his...hers...and ours. 

"You can say that again," I responded barely able to speak yet.

"I will...as soon as we've all had a chance to recover. I'm sure we'll all find something else naughty fun to do, and then I'm sure I'll be saying that again afterwards!"

I had no doubt she was right about that.

**

Unfortunately, Jack had to leave for his part-time job, scurrying upstairs to shower again. Still sitting there across from my sister, it now seemed a little surreal, especially as she had made no effort to dress, deciding to remain naked though she had returned with hot towels in order to clean up with. To my surprise, she came over towards me, and rather than handing me one in order to clean up myself, she began doing so for me. Janet always had been attentive in that regard, but certainly not precisely in this way, washing and cleansing my now very flaccid and very satisfied prick.

She seemed to take quite a bit of delight in doing so, even going so far as to skin back the foreskin, cleansing and taking special care there as well. She was smiling.

"What?" I asked curious seeing her expression.

"Just remembering something," she answered back smiling even wider.

"And..........?"

"You have a tendency to talk in your sleep a lot," she offered, which wasn't new to me, as I did.

"Yeah, and occasionally walk in my sleep too," I added. A fact that had caused me a few somewhat embarrassing moments as a kid growing up. Hearing the story of how I had walked outside buck naked in the middle of a snow storm. Mom...trying to shoo me back inside the house, chasing me around the street with a quilt as I ran from her laughing hysterically. That was one I was glad I hadn't woken up in the middle of.

"Oh yeah," Janet giggled. "Mom did tell some interesting stories about you doing that too, but I was remembering an incident one night a few months ago...in particular," she paused looking up at me with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Go on..." I encouraged curiously now.

Janet continued washing my dick, though at this point it became more of a continued fondling. Perfectly clean now, she seemed more content with just holding it, waggling it a bit softly, almost nonchalantly toying with it as she continued her story.

"I had just gotten home from work, tiptoeing down the hall trying to be quiet so as not to wake you up," she related. "I passed by your door on the way to my room, and thought I heard talking. Obviously you were alone, but I wasn't sure at first...wondering if you finally had actually invited someone over."

I laughed at that. "You know better than that," I told her. "When was the last time that I had a female guest over to the house?"

"Well, that may be true...but at the time, I did wonder. Anyway, I stood outside your door listening, and then tried the door, intending to just take a little peek into your room. Obviously you were alone, sound asleep in your bed, but I realized while looking inside, you were naked. As hot as it was...and had been, you were laying on top of the sheets. There was also a full moon then as I remember, so the light was coming in through the window, just enough to allow me to see you by. I almost turned to walk out and go back to my room when you suddenly rolled over. When you did, I noticed you had an erection."

"Oh no! Really? Oh fuck...sorry about that!"

Janet laughed. "What for? Not your fault you had a hard-on, in your sleep. Hell, I swear Jack does all the time," she smiled again. "But it wasn't even that so much that caused me to do what I then did...it was what you said after that...in your sleep."

"What did I say?"

"You said the sweetest thing ever," she grinned broadly. She then sat back on her heels, though still managing to hold onto my cock. "You said...'God Janet, I wish I could fuck those tits of yours!"

"I did not say that!"

"Oh yes you did!" She chuckled delightedly. "Clear as day! So much so, for a moment, I actually thought you were awake, speaking to me. I walked over, wondering if you were, but then you mumbled something totally unintelligible, and then I knew...you were talking in your sleep again. But the fact was Brian, I'd clearly heard you say that, and knew then what I'd suspected for quite some time, at least had an edge of truth to it. Anyway...I couldn't just walk away either, not having the perfect opportunity that I had at the time. The first real chance to have a close-up look at this dick of yours."

She waggled it again, a bit more fondly, playfully. And much to my surprise, I actually felt it thicken a little, trying to imagine all this.

"And then what?" I asked pleasurably as she slowly, almost teasingly began stroking it again.

"Well, I couldn't help myself. And like I said, the opportunity was simply too good to pass up. So I carefully sat down on the edge of the bed, and leaned over looking at you...inspecting you, and then tentatively held you for a moment, trying to see if my doing that would cause you to wake up. Obviously...it didn't."

"Obviously," I replied as I would have certainly remembered that, and not hearing it like this for the first time.

"Anyway...so then I leaned forward a little, like this," she showed me, and kneeling there in front of me the way she was, she stuck out her tongue, just lightly licking the head of my cock. "I licked it...licked it again, and looked up to see if you were waking up, but all you did was mumble something again, though you sighed pleasurably too. So I licked it some more, and then sucked it a little."

"Oh my god! Seriously? You sucked my cock while I was sleeping?"

"Did I ever!" She laughed. "But like I said Brian, after hearing what you said, and after having discovered what you'd also been doing...I knew then, as I later discussed it with Jack, that eventually, we'd have to tell you about us, and hopefully...include you with what we had just begun doing back then."

"Did she know?" I silently asked myself. "What do you mean...you discovered?" I asked more than a bit worriedly now.

She wrapped her lips around my cock again, sucking it however, even as she answered my question. "That you'd been using my panties to jerk off into."

I was mortified, embarrassed to tears almost. I had only done that a couple of times, and had always been very careful about putting things back. "How'd you...how'd you find out?" I asked shamefacedly. She giggled again, blushing a bit herself now.

"Oh don't be embarrassed by it," she told me. "Actually, I found that pretty sweet too...and yes, naughty admittedly. Quite a turn on in fact. But the thing is Brian, even as wet and juicy as I get, my panties are NEVER that crusty when I go to wash them! So I noticed that, especially one particular pair, my dark blue ones, which had a lot more stains on them than they should have. So that's when I asked Jack if he'd been using them to jerk off with. When he said "No", I knew he'd have told me he had. So I knew then...it had to be you. And that's when I sort of...set you up."

My face was beet red, I could feel it. "When...ah, when did you do that?" I now asked, having a pretty good suspicion when that must have been now. I had seen something myself, which had triggered it, or at least I thought that had to have been the incident she was talking about, as again...like I said, I hadn't actually done that more than two or three times at the most.

"The red ones."

I knew then, I was right. "Oh yeah...I should have known, or should have known better perhaps," I amended. "So...so you did that on purpose then?"

"Oh yeah, and boy was I excited when I went back later to check and see if you did, and of course found out that you had. I raced back with them myself after that, and actually masturbated with my own panties, knowing they were filled with your still sticky warm cum. God Brian, I got off so hard doing that, that I wanted to do it again, but unfortunately, I never caught you using them again, so I figured you must have been dealing with guilty feelings or something after that."

She was right there too. Because I had been. Tempted more than once, I never did so again, too afraid she'd discover what I'd been up to...been doing. So I had quit using my sister's panties to jack off with.

But the image of that day, her red panties had stayed with me for a long time and became for me one of the most often used fantasies to remember while jerking myself off late at night after going to bed.

I was running late for class that day. Standing impatiently outside of the bathroom waiting for Janet to finish up in there. We had made a rule, which up until then at least, seemed to work. The first twenty minutes always had been considered private, personal time. But after that, if anyone exceeded the time limit, and someone else needed to use the bathroom, then that was their problem. As the door didn't lock, we all honored the twenty-minute rule. I had given her twenty-two minutes, and needed to pee desperately, as well as at least wash up in lieu of taking a shower that morning.

I knocked, as we still did, even after someone had used up their allotted personal time before entering. Janet had called out, "Just a sec!" So I had waited, hearing a bit of scuffling, and figured she was looking for something to cover herself up in. Which had been my guess moments later when she said it was ok, and that I could come in. Her hair was wrapped in a towel, still obviously wet, and she had another one wrapped around her body, so I pretty much surmised that was what she'd been looking for.

"I'm in a hurry, so you might want to leave or it's going to get rank in here," I had warned her. She laughed, scurrying out of the bathroom, leaving me to my personal twenty minutes at least. As I sat down, I looked over and noticed what appeared to be red material caught in the cabinet door. So I reached over, opening it, which is when I then discovered an unexpected surprise, which I now knew...was a set up. Not only was it a pair of Janet's red satin panties, but there was some sort of vibrator sitting on top of them. Obviously, she'd been masturbating and had hurriedly tried to hide the evidence of her having been doing so. I picked up the toy, smelled it, and could still clearly smell my own sister's natural juices clinging to it. But then of course, I picked up the panties too. The crotch was still damp, still fragrant. And against my own better judgment, I used them to sit there and jack off with. I had even purposely tried not to get any semen inside them, though I must have gotten a little bit on them anyway, even as careful as I was...as I remember coming a lot! After I had finished, I then put them carefully back just the way I had found them, part of them still sticking out of the cupboard door, the toy carefully rearranged where I had found it. But obviously, now hearing all this, she had done that on purpose.




Decadence



"Yeah, so after you left for school, I went back into the bathroom, and sure enough, I knew then you had discovered my trap, and sprung it. Sure enough when I looked for the evidence, I found some, though unfortunately, not nearly as much as I was hoping for. But even then, it was still enough that I ran back to my own room, taking my panties with me, and then used those to run up and down my slit with, until getting myself off again."

"So."

She giggled. "Yeah so...that's when I knew, that eventually...we'd end up like this, well...hopefully anyway. And now we have." She moved closer towards me, now cupping her breasts, surrounding my now stiff cock with them. "So...here we are."

"Indeed."

"So...still interested in that tit-fuck you mentioned? In your sleep?"

Now I laughed. "More than ever!"

She was still doing that to me when Jack came back down the stairs, all dressed and ready for work.

"Holy shit you two! Did I really need to see this? Now I'm going to be fucking horny all night at work! Thanks a lot!" He was smiling though as he said that, stopping briefly to watch for a moment, kissing his sister full on the lips even as she continued milking my prick with her breasts. "Do that for me later? After I get home?"

"Maybe tomorrow," she informed him. "I'll probably be sleeping in Brian's bed tonight."

I was surprised at hearing that, the thought not having registered up until now that that was even a remote possibility.

Once again he laughed at that though, which was a bit of a relief as there was no apparent jealousy, or concern in his expression as he turned heading out the door for work.

"Just as long as you keep your promise," he smiled, turning...his cock sticking out of his pants now, having unzipped them, somehow fishing it out, and now teasing her with it before stepping outside, his cock as far as we knew...still exposed.

"He always like that?" I had to ask.

"Only when he's horny," she told me, and then proceeded to finish jacking me off with her tits.

**

We indeed spent that night together, making love as it were, not just simply fucking. Though fucking we did too. But having that time together, alone...for some oddball reason, seemed to make up for all the times we hadn't been together, when the two of them had been. Maybe she knew that, or knew that's how I'd felt, been feeling when I had stood there in the doorway watching the two of them together. But as nice as that was, I think it was that moment when I went down on her for the first time. Feasting on that glorious pussy of hers, the smoothness of her full puffy lips, sucking and nibbling on each one. Basking in the aroma and fragrance of her heated cunt, licking...tasting, sucking her clit, and then doing everything all over again. I lost track of the number of times she came, climaxing over and over again until forced to shove me away. Too tender, too sensitive to continue, though aroused still even then. Forcing me onto my back, taking my hard stiff cock into her mouth, and then draining me. I hate to say it...it was the first time anyone had ever done that to me. Not that it had been a big deal (up until that moment anyway), but the fact my very own sister was the first. The first one to happily, almost greedily in fact, slurp down my cum, and then sit there, licking her lips, squeezing, urging out more, licking that up. It was beyond my wildest dreams seeing her doing that for me.

In the morning, still too tired, and honestly done in for the moment, I did however sit back, and allow myself the enjoyment of seeing Janet allow Jack to titty-fuck her. Even though I never got hard, never even remotely getting aroused enough to join the two of them. It was still exciting and arousing to watch it, to see it this time without the jumble of emotions and insecurities I had so recently experienced. I watched in fascination, seeing my brother's come marking our sister's breasts, drenching them, saturating them, and finding it both erotic and sensual.

Later that night...taking turns with her. Now laying beside the two of them, content to watch, enjoying the movement, the dance of their coupling. No longer the jealousy, guilt or feeling somehow less bonded or apart from them as I once had. I knew then, we had come together as one. As a family again, perhaps in a unique, unacceptable way to society as a whole. But it mattered not, not to us anyway. We had only had one another to rely on, to count on when things got tough, when that same society had pretty much left us to fend for ourselves and find a way to survive all this.

We had. We did. And we had no intention of ever going back again.

-End-