Slipping Into Depravity Ch 11

By Eve St. Albert

KAYLEY

Leroy's place was on the fourth floor of an old red brick building from the turn of the century. At least it had an elevator, but you could see the age of the place in the ancient patched plaster of the walls, the antique wainscotting and the heavy wooden stair railings.

Apart from trying to tempt me into the back seat with him, while Sam drove to his place, Leroy had been pretty well behaved. He didn't even grab me in the elevator, perhaps because we shared it for three floors with a little old lady and her cat.

"Welcome to my house," Leroy said, opening the door, and waving us in. "Come freely. Go safely; and leave something of the happiness you bring."

I grinned, taking Sam's hand, and followed the direction Leroy pointed.

"That's really beautiful," I said, surprised. He had unexpected sides to him. "I love that. Did come up with it? Is it a quote from somewhere? Can I use it?"

Leroy looked thoughtful.

"I dunno. I think I picked it up from somewhere. Just liked the sound of it."

His apartment was old style, high ceilings, hardwood floors, heavy overstuffed furniture. It had been renovated to an open plan. It was a bit grungy, bachelor kind of thing. A couple of guitars, acoustic and electric, were propped up in a corner between two adjoining futons. Big flatscreen television, of course, I supposed that was a guy thing.

I'd been tempted by the idea of a King Size bed, but I didn't have high expectations. This guy came across as dumb and sleazy. I wouldn't have been surprised if the place had been a hole, with a King Size bed taking up the entire place.

Instead, it was nice.

Bonus!

"Nice place," Sam said appreciatively.

"Yeah," Leroy said, closing and locking the door. "I like it."

"So!" he continued, following us into the living room. "I've got some beer. Some scotch. Tequila. Brandy. Rum. No red wine, sorry. A chardonnay? I've also got some pretty good weed. Some ecstasy. Whatever you want."

He came up behind, us, turned me around, wrapped his arms around me and kissed me breathless, right in front ot Sam.

"But me?" he said. "What I want is you: Get naked, bitch. Sam and I are going to give you the fucking of a lifetime."

He kissed me again. I broke the kiss, and looked over at Sam.

"Sam!" I cried. "He called me a 'bitch'! Do something."

Sam froze for a second, and then I spoiled it by giggling.

"Sir!" I snapped. "Naked, Sir! Right away, Sir!" I saluted, and then started giggling.

Leroy looked at Sam.

"Is she always like this?"

Sam nodded.

"Pretty much."

I smiled. I felt safe and fresh and horny, and without the undercurrent of anxiety that I'd had in the toilets at the bar. Had that helped to block me a little? Made it harder to come? I wondered. That was the other side of excitement: Stress.

"So you want me naked," I purred. I kissed him and pulled away, there was just a moment's reluctance, and then he let go.

I melted backwards into Sam's arms, leaning my head back, nuzzling his neck and cheek. His head bent to kiss my forehead, as his arms folded around my waste. I pushed my butt into him, he was already hard.

"What about you, babe?" I asked. "Do you want me naked too?"

"Fuck," Sam said, "up to me, you'd be naked all the time. The only reason I'd let you wear clothes would be so I could undress you."

"Hmm," I said, pushing Sam's hands up, so that he exposed the bare flesh of my belly. I stared directly at Leroy. I pushed them higher until the fabric of my top was pushed almost to my collarbone and he was cupping my bare breasts, teasing the nipples.

"I'd ask for a vote, but I think you two might cheat, somehow. So I guess I'll get naked...."

I moaned softly, a little theatrically, and broke free from Sam's grip, turning around, and kissing him.

"The question isn't whether I'll get naked, the question is do I get naked fast, or get naked slow?"

I smiled at Leroy from Sam's arms. I could see his erection struggling against his pants.

"Slow," Leroy said.

"Slow," Sam agreed.

I stepped back from Sam, holding him at arm's length.

"Leroy, my darling," I said. "Got any music to dance to? Sam, if you could move the cofffee table..."

Leroy pulled out his phone, the flat screen lit up, there was an almost subliminal hum as his sound system activated. I was impressed, Leroy was networked.

"Spears, Aguilera.... Eminem... How about Nelly Furtado?"

"Furtado," I said. I was trying stripper moves in my head, trying to decide whether to wear shoes or go barefoot. "Maneater to start with, then whatever."

"Sounds good to me," Leroy said. Music started up, I began to sway, finding my rhythm. Sam and Leroy rushed to take their seats, on the couch and love seat, diagonal to each other.

"Now," I whispered, grooving to Furtado's lyrics, trying not to sing along, "you've seen me naked. You've done more than that. But you showed me such a good time, I want to dance for you both. I want to strip for you. So just pretend you haven't seen me naked, okay?"

I danced happily between them, pulling up my skirt folds until that they could almost see my pussy, then dropping it, unzipping and lowering it so much that I almost exposed myself from that direction. I turned and swayed, my butt in their faces, as I did some half assed twerking.

I undid my top button by button, unclasped the front of my push up bra, and gave them a glimpse of everything but nipples, as I laughed. Turning my back, I got rid of the bra, and buttoned back up to tease. As I turned around again, I realized I had the buttons crooked, but pretended it was on purpose.

Gods, the problem with my outfit was I was already half naked.

"Sam," I said, "I want your shirt..."

Sam and Leroy looked at each other. I snapped my fingers a couple of times. "Come on, come on. Off with it. Also, I want you to sit next to Leroy, and you should both be naked, or at least pants down."

"Pants down?" Leroy asked.

I stuck my tongue out as I danced.

"It's a surprise."

"I don't know about this," Sam play-grumbled as he undressed, throwing me his shirt. "The stripper putting on more clothes and the customers getting undressed? Something's wrong, I can't put my finger on it."

"You know," Leroy teased, "if you're doing a reverse strip, I can probably find a business suit and a trench coat in my closet."

"Ooh!" I said. Dancing in a trench coat with nothing underneath...

"And a winter coat, maybe some galoshes."

And he ruined it, because you know, men ruin everything. Sam crossed in front of me, delightfully naked, except for his white socks. I wanted to grab his cock. He was already hard. Carefully, he sat on the same couch with Leroy, the two of them maintaining a careful separation. Leroy pulled out his cock, and I caught Sam giving it the side eye. Leroy was definitely proud of his manhood.

I turned my back to them, swinging my hips, trying to figure out how to get into the shirt, but take my top off after. When I turned back, I sexily undid the buttons on the top, before doing a single button, and then pulling the top off through the arm of my shirt.

Then I had a problem. The shirt didn't cover enough. I smiled and lowered it, the cuffs hanging over my fingers, until it was barely concealing my cleavage, and I could drop the skirt without completely exposing.

I danced gloriously, happily, drunkenly, flashing and teasing, showing nothing and showing everything. As they watched eagerly, I touched myself, boldly exposing my wetness to them.

The shirt fell away. I stood nude in front of them, swaying and turning, pushing my hands up in my hair and letting them fall away. I was deliriously happy, wantonly sexy.

Everyone should strip at least once in their life, for the right person, or persons. And these two, they were fucking perfect.

Swaying, I went to my knees, my arms waving in the air bonelessly. For a second I felt like one of those dancing tube puppets at car dealerships, and almost giggled. But I went the floating, sinuous quality and it was hot I drifted forward onto all fours, and practically purring, I crawled towards them, rising up on my knees.

For fuck's sake, there was a big enough gap between them, I could have sat in it.

"Move together," I told them, smiling. "I want to do something."

They were reluctant of course, especially Sam, but I coaxed them to get close together, until their hips and knees were touching. Guys are so touch averse, you really have to work on them.

Two beautiful cocks, right in front of me. I licked my lips and descended first on one, then lifted and swallowed the other. I cradled two sets of balls, one in each hand. My head dipped back and forth as I alternated licking and sucking, laughing and teasing.

Leroy was bigger, I decided finally, by maybe half an inch and a little more thickness. Of course, his pubic hair was close cropped while Sam's was thick and wooly, and that made Sam seem smaller. Maybe Sam should shave, or at least trim. Sam's head was a little bigger, more elegantly curved, Leroy's a little narrower. Leroy's had a little bit of curve in his shaft. Honestly, they had both felt about the same inside me, the distinction was subtle things, the angle of their penetration, the rhythm of their thrusts.

"Should we stand up?" Sam asked. "So you don't have to bend over us as much?"

"Yeah," Leroy agreed. "Let's do that."

Their cocks were dripping with my spit by that time. I backed away a little bit to allow them to stand. Leroy's pants were down around his ankles, but he kicked them loose. I sat back on my haunches, looking up at those two beautiful cocks hanging above me, and reached up to masturbate them, one in each hand.

"I think I'm in heaven," I drawled, playing with them. Standing up, their cocks were so close, I could almost suck them both at once. Almost, not quite.

Maybe I could get them to scissor each other or something, so the cocks were right up against each other? I thought. I wouldn't be able to get them both in my mouth, but I could fondle and lick them together? No, they'd never go for it. It was a challenging coaxing them to sit with thighs touching.

"Heaven," Leroy replied, laying his hand on the top of my head, gently adjusting my angle, "is your mouth."

And then he slid his cock down my throat. My eyes went wide with surprise, I could feel it moving smoothly down my gullet and held still as he slipped past anything like a gag reflex. His scrotum pressed against my chin for a moment and then he was withdrawing. As his cockhead left my lips, he smiled down. My emotion in that moment was a mixture of surprise and elation, arousal and disorientation, maybe a little flare of submissiveness. I covered by turning my head, grabbing Sam's cock around the base and trying to go as deep as I could, gagging a little past half way.

Kneeling in front of two standing men, their hard cocks rampant, changed the dynamic. Their hands were on my head, in my hair, guiding and directing me back and forth, alternating their use of me. There was no roughness, no competition, but I could feel it. I'd lost control, or given it up, and they were in charge now, directing me, using me. Pushing one, then the other cock down my throat, bringing my face to their crotches, sharing me. I swallowed and licked and fondled, giving up all will, allowing myself to be directed, used, passed back and forth.

I loved it, I loved every moment of it. My cunt was dripping and I didn't even notice. I was transfixed, transported, my world narrowed to those two magnificent erections, the hairy scrotums and heavy balls, hips and flat stomachs and male thighs and male smell, in front of my face. It was one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

I don't know how long it went on, but finally, Leroy pushed my head away. I remember my mouth opening wide, trying to descend on him, and then on Sam, but they were both stepping back, as if in mutual agreement. Had there been some unspoken exchange, a nod or a look between them, as I'd knelt worshipping before them?

Sam bent down to kiss me, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his shoulders. But he pulled away and Leroy took his place. As I reached up again, he reached down, arms under mine, down around my waist, pulling me to my feet.

"Time to go to the bedroom," Sam said. "That was amazing, but we both want to fuck you."

"Sounds perf--" I whispered, rising to my feet in Leroy's arms. He dipped, and suddenly I was rising up into the air. "Hey! Hey!" I said shocked. "Wha--! Woo--! HEY!!!"

Leroy had me lifted by the waist, and then my hips were on his shoulder, my upper body was swinging through the air almost uncontrolled. My arms windmilled and I fell draped across his back. He'd gone total caveman, throwing my over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, holding me in place by an iron grip around my thighs and calves.

"Holy shit!" I laughed. "Holy shit! You guys! You fucking cavemen! Well... To the Man-cave!"

I couldn't stop giggling as Leroy swung me over his shoulder, so I was facing back towards the couch, and took a step or two to the bedroom. He paused.

"Hey Sam," Leroy said. "Come here."

"Yeah?" Sam said. They were behind me. Or technically, I was draped over Leroy's shoulder, caveman style, looking in the direction I'd been sucking their cocks, with a full view of the empty wall. It was my ass and Leroy who face to face with Sam, behind me, somewhere in the direction that lead to the bedroom.

"You see this sopping wet pussy, needing to be fondled and fingered?" Leroy said, "Teased until that pussy is just dripping down her thighs?"

"Yeah," Sam said.

I grinned, this was going to be so much fun.

"Do me a favour and feel up the backs of her knees," Leroy said.

My eyes opened wide, and I stiffened, lifting up from his back. What?

"What!" I cried out.

"Sure thing," Sam said gleefully. The traitor!

"Wait!" I cried out, struggling, but Leroy only tightened his grip. "Stop! Stop right now! Don't do it! I swear to God, don't you dare! Sam! Leroy! If you want to get some pussy tonight, you better not do this!"

But it was too late, Sam was tickling the backs of my knees, I couldn't help it, I burst out giggling, squirming all over, beating my fists against Leroy's back. I lunged straight up, and fell back again as Sam touched sensitive spots.

"How's that?" Sam asked. I couldn't tell if he was talking to me or Leroy. He wasn't stopping, if anything, his tickling got worse.

"Sam!" I cried. "I'll get you for this!"

But he didn't relent and I burst into convulsive giggles. "Oh you are in so much trouble, Mister! Turning your back on... on... me! We're married! Where's your solidarity! I need a divorce lawyer!"

"She's a wriggly bitch," Leroy grunted, struggling to hold me in place. He staggered. I tried to squirm a little less, just in case I overdid it and he fell, or worse, dropped me. "Maybe try the soles of her feet!"

"NO! NONONONONONO!!!!" I arched bolt upright. "Not that! Anything but that! Don't! I'll be your sex slave! I'll wear that silly outfit you like so much! I'll be both your sex slaves. Please. Nooooooooo...."

But the bastard totally went for it. Leroy's iron grip held my calves in place, and there's only so much escaping you can do with your ankles. The giggles turned to hysterical laughter, and wild wriggling and random pounding on Leroy's back so fast and furious he sounded like a motorboat. If he'd needed a heimlich maneuver, I would have saved his life about a hundred times in sixty seconds.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any more.

"Time out!" I cried out. "TIME OUT!!!"

Sam stopped, thank god. I panted for a moment, catching my breath. My sides were hurting.

"You guys!" I said slowly. "You guys. You better fuck me soooooo good to make up for this. Like insanely good. Or you're going to be in such trouble!"

"That's the plan, darling," Leroy told my ass, as it rested on his shoulder. I was sliding off a bit, and he gave this little jump to shift me back in place.

"Leroy," I said. "Could you swing me around a bit, so I can talk to Sam."

"Sure thing."

He turned around, the room swam around me, and then I was looking the opposite way at Sam.

"C'mere you," I reached for him with one hand, pulled him close. We kissed. I'd never kissed anyone while being slung, caveman style, over someone else's shoulder. It was kind of sexy, including the part where Leroy stuck his finger in me while I was kissing. I broke the kiss with a low moan of pleasure. That fucking guy.

I looked Sam straight in the eye.

"Sweetie," I said, "I love you more than life itself. But you better deliver. Seriously, you need to deliver, we're talking marathon session, multiple orgasms, maybe a Ferris wheel. I'm talking Carnival sex! All the rides!"

My body jerked and swayed unevenly for a moment, as Leroy took a step, carrying me off to the bedroom.

"Sam, follow," he ordered. "Just to make sure she doesn't smack her head on the door frame or something."

"Sure thing," Sam said, moving into my frame of view.

"Traitor," I cried, smiling to let him know I wasn't being mean. "You men, in it together. You're supposed to be on my side. I won't forget this Sam. I'll get you back some day. One day, when you least expect it, I'm going to lick the soles of your feet."

"I'm sure he's terrified now," Leroy said.

"Your insteps will never be the same!" I yelled loudly.

We passed through the doorway, a couple more steps. I felt Leroy bend his knees and flex, and suddenly, I was flying through the air with a squeal. There was a dizzying instant of free fall, and then I hit something soft and springy and bounced, spread eagled.

Finally, Leroy's king sized bed. I thought I was never going to see it!

I stretched out, luxuriating. It was soft, there were rumpled satin purple sheets and a twisted, down comforter. Unmade of course. When has a man ever made a bed? I don't think they even know how. The little bit of DNA that would allow them to do it probably ended up used to create the foreskin. It smelled vaguely of Sam. Hello, laundry? But not too bad. I stuck my legs up in the air, let them drop, looked left, looked right, looked back to the headboard. Jesus, this thing could sleep eight. Put up a net in the middle, we could play volleyball.

Leroy and Sam were all the way down at the foot of the bed, watching me writhe and luxuriate naked.

I raised my head to look down at them, smiling wantonly. Then slowly, I pulled my knees up, feet flat on the bed as I spread my legs wider and wider. I reached down with both hands, fingers pressing on either side of my pussy lips, and pulled them open until my vagina was gaping open, revealing my pink fleshy folds.

"So boys," I whispered huskily, "are you going to get those big cocks up on this bed and fuck the daylights out of me? Or do I have to call the fire department? Because this pussy is hot!"

Our first threesome. I was delirious with excitement, I could feel it below, just these surges of wetness, that wouldn't stop. My nipples were so hard they ached. I watched them crawling up onto the bed before me, almost racing, intently fixed on my pussy.

"I'm going to enjoy fucking you." There was something, not quite aggressive, but implacable in the way Leroy said it, the way he stared. I knew he was intent on fucking me first. It was almost deadly implacable, like he'd push Sam aside if he had to. He was that relentless.

I angled my hips towards him, just slightly, signaling my choice, or my acceptance of his ruthless intent. A look of satisfaction, almost gloating, swept over him. He grabbed my ankle, his grip surprisingly strong, pulling and angling my hips further towards him.

"Sam," I called, reaching out, as Leroy laid his claim on me, "come here. Kiss me."