Short Story About Two Girls & a Boy, A

A nineteenth century story told in the twenty-first century

They say that if you're bored with London you're bored with life itself. In which case Thomas Howerd-Emmory was quite prepared to be bored to death. He was 29 years old, tall, dark and handsome in a very English and rather foppish way. Educated at a good public school and a not quite so good university, he had naturally drifted into the City after graduating with a 2.2.

Independently wealthy, with a substantial annual income from the Family Trust Fund and a pad in town thrown in, having to make money didn't seem to have quite the appeal for him that it did for most other people and so he'd quickly drifted out again.

He'd done the travelling bit: snow-boarded in California, surfed in Oz, bungee-jumped in New Zealand and hiked and climbed in South Africa. Although he would never actually admit to anything more strenuous than an occasional game of polo as a favour for a friend, he was actually quite fit and something of a natural sportsman.

He'd been back in London for almost a year. Hadn't done a stroke. Hadn't actually done anything and was bored, bored, bored. That was probably why he'd accepted the invitation to Bonzo's party in the first place. He'd known Harold Bonsor since school where he'd acquired the nickname Bonzo. They'd remained friends in a fairly distant sort of way and Thomas had looked him up when he got back.

Bonzo was a director of a City corporate communications firm that was moving towards a Stockmarket Float when all the partners were intending to get seriously rich and the party was to introduce clients, prospects, and potential investors to the team. It was being held at Harpo's in Soho - so fashionable it almost hurt and Thom, as he preferred to be called, arrived at around 8.45 pm, a fashionable 45 minutes late.

The club was a seething mass of people, pulsating to the sound and light of the disco on the dance floor and a maze of little rooms and alcoves elsewhere. Thom grabbed a glass of champagne and wandered around until he eventually located Bonzo.

"Thom old man! Great to see you. Glad you could make it," brayed Bonzo above the din, "I'm sure you'll know heaps of people. So just enjoy."

Thom began to work the crowd like the true professional he was and sure enough there were plenty of people he recognised. He was just returning an empty glass to a waiter's tray when the woman appeared in front of him, almost as if by magic, and helped herself to a full one.

She was tall, close to his own 5' 10" in her strappy, high-heeled sandals, very blond with long straight hair that framed her face and fell past her shoulders. She had skin so fair it almost appeared translucent, piercing blue eyes and very red, bee-stung lips. She was wearing a shimmering silk dress of very pale silver-blue with a Chinese design embroidered across the front. It was cut square across the bust, with tiny shoulder straps, and finished half way down her fabulous thighs. Thom was impressed.

"Hi. Thom." He introduced himself and reached out to shake her hand, "You must be a friend of Bonzo's. We were at school together."

"Ellen. No, not really," she responded unenthusiastically and set off back through the crowd.

Normally Thom would have accepted the rebuff and moved on to a new victim but something indefinable about Ellen made him change his mind. Grabbing another glass of champagne he set off after her, tracking her to one of the little cubicles and was surprised to find her on her own.

Slipping on to the bench seat next to her he tried again. "So what are you doing here then?"

"I'm here with Schmidts," she said, correctly naming one of Bonzo's largest clients.

"So where are they all then ?" he persisted.

"Out there." with a nod and a flick of that long blond hair towards the disco.

"Care to join them ?" Thom tried, and was amazed when she accepted both his offer and outstretched hand, allowing herself to be led onto the dance floor.

Ellen was an amazingly good dancer, moving with a sinuous, feline grace: eyes shut, body writhing in time with the beat, with Thom jerkily hopping about beside her, trying to keep up. She also did seem to know quite a few people, shouting a 'hello' across the room between numbers, waving a greeting or flashing a gleaming white smile.

Eventually the tempo slowed and Thom moved in, placing his hands on Ellen's hips and gently pulling her towards him until their bodies touched. He revelled in the feel of her, the way her body moved inside the silk dress almost like it was a second skin. Cautiously exploring he discovered she seemed to be wearing a strapless bra, a very small g-string and not a lot else. He also discovered that despite her slim appearance he could also feel the play of some impressively taut muscles in her arms, legs and buttocks. Despite himself he was becoming aroused by the thrill of the chase and hoped it wasn't becoming too obvious.

"I'm getting hot and thirsty. Can we go and get a drink ?" she said.

Thom led her to the bar, where they both opted for mineral water, and then back to their original alcove that was still unoccupied. Sitting chatting, Thom discovered that Ellen's family came from Eastern Europe 'a long time ago'. She worked at a club in the West End, whose name he vaguely knew, without being specific about what she actually did. She had a flat in Pimlico and they shared an interest in sport, particularly climbing.

It was past midnight when Ellen asked him the time: "Look I'm not really very good at this sort of thing. It's late. I've had enough... not of you, of this do. I'm going to go. Would you like to come back to my place for coffee?"

"Sure, why not? I sure as hell don't have anything else planned."

"OK then. I'll just be a couple of minutes. Could you get my coat for me?" she said handing him a cloakroom ticket, "And I'll meet you at the door."

The 'coat' turned out to be an exquisite crepe-de-chine wrap in black. Thom threw it over his arm as he headed for the exit and caught just the hint of some musky and exotic scent, dark as the garment itself.

Ellen was better than her word but as she breezed up to Thom, just a few moments behind she said: "By the way, this is my sister Nelle. We share the flat."

Thom stifled a flare of frustrated anger: now was a fine time to tell him; and took stock of the situation. The second women stood in front of him was about as tall as Ellen, of a similar build - slightly fuller-figured perhaps - and appeared to be of around the same age. But that was where all the similarities ended.

Nelle's hair was so dark it was almost black. She was olive-skinned with huge, brown doe-eyes accentuated by dark lines of kohl around the lids. She was dressed in what appeared to a Cossack costume. Scarlet tunic, trimmed with brocade and huge gilt buttons, fastening Western-style diagonally across the breast, black jodhpurs with highly polished cavalry boots and she had a sable fur coat draped around her shoulders.

"Yes I can see the family resemblance," he joked.

The women shot each other a conspiratorial glance, smiled and then said, in almost perfect unison: "That's what everyone says!"

Thom's mind raced as he stood on the kerb with his arm out waiting to hail a cab. He could make his excuses and go back to the party, but he'd already had enough of that. He could go back home to his own cold and lonely place. Or he could take the plunge and the coffee and see just what else was on offer.

Before the cab pulled up the decision was already made: "Get in girls," he called, then manoeuvred his way to sit between them on the back seat as Ellen gave the driver the address.

"Come off it you're not really sisters are you?" and listened as they pealed with laughter.

"It's better than that, we're actually twins..." began Ellen.

".... yes, she's the odd one out, all the rest of the family are dark like me. We think it was the milkman," Nelle finished for her.

They began to chatter about their schooldays, growing up in Eastern Europe, sharing clothes and how Ellen was always the one getting into trouble. Thom relaxed, and putting his arms up onto the back of the seat began to rather enjoy the sensation of having these remarkable women on either side of him. He still couldn't make out whether they were pulling his leg or not and quite frankly didn't really care.

Within five or ten minutes the cab pulled up outside an imposing four or five storey building and they all piled out, waiting on the pavement while Thom paid the fare.

"We've got the top floor." Said Ellen as she unlocked the front door. There was an imposing lobby with an old fashioned, open-fronted lift waiting at the back, which creaked its way up to the top before disgorging into a small and rather dingy hallway with a single blank door at the end.

Inside, though, the apartment was another surprise. High-ceilinged, bigger than he expected, spotlessly clean, beautifully decorated and furnished with an impressive collection of antiques. Nelle disappeared into the kitchen to make the coffee while Ellen made them comfortable in the living room: drawing the curtains, dimming the lights, putting on some vaguely Indian sounding music and switching on an extremely realistic gas, log-fire which formed the centre-piece of the large room.

Thom sat himself down at one end of a sofa and Ellen came and joined him, kicking off her sandals and then swinging her bare legs up until they lay provocatively across his lap. Nelle returned from the kitchen with three cups of Turkish coffee on a tray: black, sweet, frighteningly strong and served without comment.

As they sipped the silence grew, listening to the insinuating chords of the sitar and watching the flicker of the flames as the room grew warm. Eventually it was broken by Nelle who suddenly stood and announced: "Well that's about it. I think I'm going to have a shower and get ready for bed. Catch you all later folks. G'night."

The silence descended again as Ellen snuggled even further down into the couch, even more of those luscious legs wriggled across Thom's lap and surely accidentally, the silk dress rode even higher up her thighs. Thom finished his coffee and placed the cup back on the saucer with a tinkle that rang like drums around the room and then, equally accidentally, placed his hand on top of ones of those thighs which he began to gently stroke.

"Shall we go to bed as well?" asked Ellen her voice carefully neutral.

"Yes, I think so," he replied.

She got up and taking his hand led him into the bedroom. It was another fabulous room though not as large as the lounge. It was decorated throughout in dark reds and burnt oranges. Heavy, full-length velvet curtains covered the windows, there were obviously ancient tapestries on the walls. It was warmed by a small fire burning in the middle of an ornate grate but was dominated by an enormous, canopied four-poster bed, made with snow white linen and festooned with pillows, cushions and extravagantly embroidered quilts.

Walking over to the bed Ellen slipped the straps from her dress down her shoulders. She seemed to give a little shiver and the dress slithered to the floor. Reaching behind she undid the clasp on the sheer, flesh-coloured bra and that too fell to the floor. Thom gave himself a mental pat on the back when her saw that she was indeed wearing just the tiniest matching triangle of a g-string... that she equally unselfconsciously wriggled down her legs.

Naked, Ellen threw herself onto the bed, lay propped up on the pillows and stretched out her arms to him: "Come," she breathed.

Thom almost ripped off his clothes to join her. Up close she was as gorgeous as he had hoped. She had flawless fair skin but with a delightful, almost all-over golden tan, showing just three paler triangles where a bikini as minuscule as her underwear had been. Her pubic hair was so blond it was almost invisible and grew in a wispy tuft along the length of her slit. She had small breasts but with prominent, upturned nipples and large areolas. All in all, Thom felt he was going to enjoy this.

If Ellen had been a cat on the dance-floor she turned into a tigress in bed. She was all over him in flash: clawing, scratching, biting and nipping. Sex quickly became a battle and Thom found himself losing his temper: more angry with himself than with her; as they writhed around on the bed like two wild animals. Flipping Ellen onto her back he forced himself between her legs and then pinioned her hands to the mattress above her head.

"So you want to play rough eh?" he taunted her and lowering his head took her left nipple between his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her gasp and writhe in pain. The violence and the power seemed to push him to a different plane and he realised that he was harder than he had been in years... and needed to have this woman now.

He pulled her hands together above her head, grasping them both with his left and reaching down between their legs, guided himself inside her. Finding her still quite tight and dry he drove all the way home with a grunt, feeling her knees raise and part around his waist as she opened herself to accommodate him, before capturing both her hands again.

Still deep inside her he began rolling his hips, grinding their pelvises together, her clitoris trapped between. Eventually he subdued her, as he knew he would. He felt her body relax and watched as a flush spread across her chest, darkening her nipples. She closed her eyes and began to breathe in deep, slightly ragged pants and it seemed instantaneously he was drenched in her love juices.

He began to pump his cock in and out of her, long, slow strokes, enjoying the feel of his tool running the length of her love channel.

"Mmm, yes, that's it," she moaned and began to babble, "Fuck me. Fuck me. Harder. Make me cum. I want your spunk. Do it. Do it to me now you bastard."

Becoming more and more aroused by this stream of obscenities Thom quickened his pace, faster and faster until they came together in a frenzied brutal orgasm that left them both spent.

As the passion drained and he collapsed on top of Ellen, Thom became aware of someone clapping, slowly. Glancing up he saw Nelle silhouetted in the open doorway wearing just a short black robe.

"Bravo ! Bravo Sam Stud. That was quite a performance," she said advancing across the room, "Mind if I join you? Us sisters have got to stick together." And slipping off her robe she slipped between the sheets.

Sandwiched between these two wild and exotic women, Thom turned to face Nelle, and felt Ellen snuggle up behind him, groin pushing into his bottom and breasts squashing against his back.

Up close Nelle was if anything more magnificent than her sister. She was altogether more rounded, olive skin flawless, breasts fuller topped off with large dark nipples. She had a thatch of luxuriant black pubic hair, filling the triangle between her thighs and reaching up almost to her navel, which Thom suddenly realised he found very exciting.

She began to kiss him, passionately, her tongue snaking in and out of his mouth and twisting around his own. Thom's left hand traced the contours of one of those extravagantly large breasts, then down over the mounds of her hip and into the forest below.

She lifted her leg, swinging it up over Thom's hip, opening her vulva for him to explore: she was hot, slippery and wet. Thom realised with a sudden surprise that he was hard again and he wanted her now. Reaching down between her buttocks he grasped his rigid tool and manoeuvred it to the entrance of her hole and allowed Nelle to push herself down onto him.

Fully imbedded now and trapped between the sisters was losing himself in lust. He continued kissing and caressing Nelle: stroking the cheeks of her arse, the insides of her thighs and toying with the entrance to her other hole: feeling her respond as her pussy clenched around his cock.

At the same time Ellen was rubbing the length of her body against his, breathing softly on the nape of his neck, nibbling at his ear lobe and he felt, rather than saw, her hand snake across his chest and begin a playful but insistent tugging at her sister's nipple. As his second climax neared all three began a rhythmic undulation of their bodies as Thom's cock slid in and out of Nelle's love sheath. He came, feeling his spunk jet inside her and she followed a few seconds later: body stiffening and head thrown back, breath coming in long shuddering pants.

Wrapped in a post-coital tangle of limbs Thom drifted off to sleep. He was awoken with a start, what could have been moments or could have been hours later, no trace of light, day or night, seeped through those heavy curtains - by the warm, wet and gentle ministrations of a mouth upon his cock.

He lay still for a moment, luxuriating in the sensation: trying to persuade himself that he wasn't dreaming, that it hadn't all been a dream, trying to collect his thoughts and remember exactly where he was. The rhythmic bobbing under sheets persuaded him there was at least one other person in the bed with him. Lifting the edge and peering down he saw a cascade of dark curls over his groin, it was Nelle.

He was just starting to wonder where Ellen had gone when the bedroom door opened and she walked through, wearing her sister's robe and carrying a tray bearing a decanter and three glasses. Reaching the bed, she placed the tray on a small stand and poured three measures of a dark red liquid: "Here, drink this darling," she said handing him one.

"I'm not sure," he began, "I don't know whether it's too early or too late to start drinking..."

"Don't worry. It is from the Carpathian mountains, where my family comes from. It is a very old recipe. Made from honey and herbs and spices. It will make you feel wonderful. It is supposed to be an aphrodisiac."

In for penny, in for a pound, thought Thom as he knocked back the shot and stifled a cough. The stuff was fiery, almost peppery, sweet and strong. It burning all the way down his throat with a matching warmth that quickly spread out through his stomach.

Suddenly something kicked in, like a drug buzz, and he started to feel wonderful. He was wide awake, mind sharp, seeing things with a crystal clarity and there was a pleasant tingling sensation in all his extremities. A stirring and a swelling in his groin told him he was starting to feel horny again.

With a muffled whoop of triumph, Nelle sat up from between Thom's legs, the sheet slipping down behind her naked back: "Yippee," she exclaimed and taking the last glass from her sister knocked it back in one.

Ellen let the robe drop to the floor and climbed naked onto the bottom of the bed until the two women were kneeling face to face. Their arms twined around each other then they began to kiss, tongues starting to dart out across faces, licking closed eyelids, the tips of noses, sucking on earlobes.

Thom watched almost hypnotised as their bodies drew closer, embraces tighter and kisses more passionate. He was becoming more aroused than ever but held back, knowing that this show was for him and the effect was precisely what they intended. A doubt nagged at the back of his mind about whether it was all for show or whether the potion was having them same effect on the women as it was on him. As if in answer to his unspoken question the women broke their embrace, both looking towards him.

"Like what you see?" enquired Nelle.

"Mmmmm."

"Want to see some more?" added Ellen.

"Mm mmmm."

Nelle leaned over the side of the bed and pulled open a large drawer, rummaged around in it and then produced a flesh-coloured, double-ended dildo. The two stubby phalluses curved gently upwards, joined by what looked like the guard of a fencing sword. Grasping it in the middle Nelle placed one end on her sister's lips and brought the other to her own. Slowly, teasingly the women began to feed the rubber cocks into their mouths little bobbing movements reminding Thom only too sharply of the treatment his own flesh and blood member had been receiving just a few minutes earlier.

Once the two cocks were fully ingested the women's lips seemed to meet around the central flange, Thom noticed that both sides of its upper edges were covered with tiny rubber stipples, obviously designed to stimulate the clitorises of the wearers.

As if she could read Thom's mind and treated the realisation of what he had seen as some kind of secret signal, Nelle disgorged the cock from her own mouth and then gently drew it from her sister's.

Lubricated with their own saliva, Nelle turned the dildo round: pushing the end from her mouth into her sister's pussy before inching forward and impaling herself on the other. The women snuggled closer until their pubic mounds met, twin clits separated only by the exquisite chaffing of the rubber bristles.

Once contact had been made, bare arms twined around shoulders, the hollow curve of backs and the naked swell of buttocks. They began showering kisses on the other's lips, upturned faces, necks and breasts.

The contrast between the two was striking, enhancing the eroticism of the tableau. Nelle's raven tresses, olive skin and heavy breasts and hips only emphasised Ellen's paleness, making her look petite to the point of boyishness.

Upper bodies still locked together the women began to bucks their hips in a perfectly synchronised counter-point. Slowly withdrawing until Thom could see almost a foot of space between them and then equally slowly pushing back together again. He realised that their muscular control must be phenomenal and identical... which suggested lots of practice.

Thom propped himself up on the pillows at the head of the bed and gorged himself on the spectacle. But while his cock remained painfully stiff the rest of him felt strangely detached, as if he was watching a porn movie, actresses going through the motions, insulated from reality by the screen between, rather than watching these two gorgeous creatures pleasuring each other for his private benefit just a few feet away.

The women increased the tempo of their rhythm: hips bucking quicker, and their two mounds meeting with growing force until Thom could actually hear a muffled slap with each collision. Eyes closed, each woman sought her own climax, hair becoming damp and matted. Thom watched fascinated as a bead of perspiration trickled down between breasts squashed together and sticky with sweat.

When they came it seemed to be together, with a series of wordless moans and pants, through lips locked in kisses so bruising and violent it seemed more like fighting than fucking.

Nelle seemed to recover first. Breaking away she pushed her sister backwards, wiping her forearm across her mouth as she did so. The dildo slipped from Ellen's hole with a soft squelching sound and still lost in post-coital bliss she toppled over sideways, ending lying on her stomach, blond hair wrapped around her face.

"Your turn. Fuck her," Nelle ordered crudely.

Thom crawled down the bed on his hands and knees and up between Ellen's legs. With one end of the double-dildo still protruding grotesquely from her own fanny, Nelle helped get Ellen onto all fours, supporting her while Thom guided his prick into her sopping hole and then grasped her hips to stop her slumping forward again.

Immediately Ellen began moaning deliriously. And from the intense spasming of vaginal muscles around his stem, Thom knew she was climaxing again. Having already had two orgasms, Thom knew he was in for the long ride this time and, he thought with a grin, Ellen would be begging him to come long before he needed to.

Feeling wonderful and as if he really could last all night he set to work with a will: long, deep strokes, enjoying the ebb and flow and the feel of his cock running the length of her vaginal walls. At the end of each stroke he pulled back on Ellen's hips until he was sheathed inside her as far as it was possible to go: the tip of his glans nudging at the entrance to her womb.

Wallowing in the sense of power of having a beautiful woman so completely sexually subjugated, Thom scarcely noticed Nelle creeping up behind him until her felt her arms sneak around his chest and tweak his nipples, hard but pleasurably so: "Hi, lover boy," she breathed.

He was much less pleasantly surprised when she released his nipples only to grasp and spread his buttocks and begin to nudge at his hole with the end of dildo.

"Oi ! What do you think your doing?" he shrieked.

"You know damn well what I'm doing. So why don't you just shut up honey and enjoy the ride," and as she spoke she dug her nails hard into his buttocks.

Thom gasped in shock and involuntarily relaxed the muscles tightened in resistance.

Still slick with Ellen's love juices, the head of the dildo was inside him almost before he realised it. He had never been penetrated there before, by anybody or anything, and he could feel himself being painfully stretched, though not unbearably so.

"Stop it. Stop it," he protested weakly, "I don't do that..."

"You do now," countered Nelle, "Just put it down to experience. And you'll find it really is a lot more fun if you stop trying to fight it."

She continued to push the dildo home, slowly but irresistibly, until suddenly Thom realised it must all be inside him because he could feel the guard against his skin and the insistent tickle of the rubber bristles at the top of the cleft of his buttocks. Ellen was still off somewhere in a state of private sexual bliss with no sign that she had heard the conversation or had any idea what was going on. Still fucking Ellen Thom realised that he had just become the filling in a very exotic sandwich, even so he still felt strangely disassociated from the action almost as if he was watching himself in some sleazy home blue-movie.

Having pushed the dildo home Nelle relaxed her vice-like grip, and leaving one end impaled in Thom began to slide herself backwards and forwards along the other, with a jolting bump each time the flat of her stomach hit the cheeks of his arse.

Thom supposed his body had to be adjusting, muscles stretching to cope with the intrusion, because although he still felt full, it was nowhere near as painful as it had been. In fact it was almost pleasurable. As Nelle slid home, the effect was to cause the other phallus to massage his prostrate. As a result his own prick was, ram-rod, achingly hard, possibly bigger than it had ever been before. He could actually feel it swelling inside Ellen and he heard her whimper as her sheath expanded to accommodate him.

Tightening his grip on Ellen's thighs he began to work her backwards and forwards along his own prick, trying to synchronise the ins-and-outs of his own thrusts with Nelle's so that all three crotches slapped into contact at the same instant. He somehow knew it was important, although he couldn't have explained why, and the feeling when their bodies met was incredible, like there was only one cock between them, and it was Nelle's and she was using it to fuck her own sister but clean through his body.

They came together in a single howling climax that he thought would never come and then hoped would never stop.

He supposed he must actually have passed out this time because when he came round the women were kneeling either side of him on the bed, obvious concern showing in their eyes.

"Are you all right?" they asked.

"Oh, sure just a little groggy," he replied but realised as he did so that he lied. His arse was bruised and inflamed. His prick was sore. He ached all over. His skin was slick and greasy. There was grit behind his eyes.

He felt like death. But there was a strange, calm sort of lassitude. He didn't care and he didn't even care about not caring: "Yeah I'm fine."

"Great," said Ellen.

"Have some more of this," said Nelle handing him another glass of the blood red liquid.

"No, I don't really think so..." he began.

"Oh but you must. You'll need it," she insisted.

"I know," Ellen chimed in brightly, "Let's freshen up."

Once he'd finished his drink the women helped him up and to a large bathroom concealed behind one of the heavy curtains, where there was a large circular jacuzzi. Once it was filled, he slipped into it and relaxed completely. Nelle on one side and Ellen on the other made a great show of pampering him. They washed his hair, gentle fingers massaging his scalp. And then his body from head to foot with a rich, creamy, perfumed soap, scrubbing his tired skin with a natural sponge until it glowed. He even felt a slippery, soothing finger sliding into his bottom.

Eventually Nelle got out, wrapped herself in a thick black towelling robe from a hook off the wall and wandered off. A few minutes later Ellen also climbed out and donned a matching robe.

"Come on lazybones," she chided as she helped him from the bath and dried him with large fluffy towel as he stood passively in front of her. She had just about finished when Nelle returned and each taking hold of a hand the sisters the sisters led him gently back to bed, as one would a child.

Idly he noticed that someone had changed the bed while he had been away. In place of all the white linen and quilts there was now just a single black silk sheet stretched tight across the mattress, with large bolsters also covered in black silk running along each edge. The effect was somehow that of an enclosure.

He was laid on his back in the middle of the bed. Ellen parted his legs, crawled between them and began to lick at his cock and his balls, like a cat laps at cream. Nelle knelt at the other end of the bed, thighs either side of his head and began to shower his face with kisses from above as Thom laid quiescently below.

Eventually, hours or days could have passed, Nelle sat up and then leaned forward until she was on her hands and knees, face to face with her sister, Thom's cock between them and her tongue joined the stimulation of his manhood.

Thom found Nelle's gaping coral gash - framed by the forest of black pubic thatch on either side - just a few inches from his face and obediently began some oral homage of his own. The puffy flesh was still warm and slightly damp from the bath. She tasted clean and fresh but also of salt and sea and sex.

As he ran his tongue up and down her groove he realised her inner lips were enormous, engorged with blood and jutting out from the vulva. She also had the biggest clitoris he had ever encountered: the hardened tip protruding from beneath the hood seemed almost the size of the end of his little finger.

Ellen took one of his balls into her mouth, rolling it around her tongue and sucking on it like a plum, while Nelle rolled back his foreskin and took his glans equally gently into her mouth. The sensation was nearly unbearable and Thom found he was becoming hard again. He had never come so far or so often before and with a feeling like almost like drowning realised he had no idea where this was going to end.

With Thom licked into shape, and fully erect, the women changed tack. Nelle sat up straight and then settled back on her haunches until Thom's face was lost in the folds of her pussy. Ellen brought Thom's legs together and then fed his prick inside her sat astride his lap.

Imprisoned in female flesh Thom lay completely still save for the bathing Nelle's love bud with his tongue. His body felt enormous. He knew he was inside Ellen, could feel the regular suck of her pussy around his cock, knew it felt good. But it was like it was happening miles away, the sensations muffled and dimmed by distance.

Eventually Nelle's body stiffened, pushing his tongue into her hole he discovered for the first time both the taste and feel of a woman's climax. Almost immediately she moved down his body to join her sister, leaving a trail of her love-juices along his chest.

Their bodies came together as if magnetised: pubis to pubis, breasts to breasts and lips to lips; amidst a tangle of arms and legs; and Thom found himself gazing into the distance down the freeway of his body. Nelle's brown-skinned back was towards him, all rolling curves, dark hair falling down her shoulders and buttocks spread across his stomach. Behind her Ellen's chalk white features were less distinct. Her eyes were closed, rapt in concentration, thin white arms making ghostly tracks across Nelle's darker contours.

Exhausted Thom lay back, gazed up at the canopy above his head for a while until his leaden eyelids closed. He could feel Ellen's body caressing his cock as she allowed her buttocks to rise and fall by little more than an inch or two.

Unexpectedly she raised her body and was gone completely. Thom moaned and shook his head from side to side in dumb and desperate supplication. Then it was back, the womb-like comfort of a cunt enveloping his cock, and everything was all right again.

Except it was different and Thom knew with certainty, without needing to look or be told, that it was Nelle he was now inside. She felt warmer, wetter, wider, wilder and, if anything, more wanton. Nelle bucked up and down his manhood for ten or fifteen strokes and then made way for her sister once again.

And so it went on and on as the sisters took it in turns to ride him. They started to vary things. Nelle would take her turn but instead of handing the reins to Ellen, would mount him once again . . . or at least so it seemed to Thom. Then they took him in turns again... but for just one single stroke, down and up and off. He was being fucked by two the women simultaneously.

There came the instant when time and space slipped and coalesced into a different, alternate reality. For Thom, Nelle and Ellen / Ellen and Nelle merged and became one single entity. They were simply different facets of the same creature, like a photograph and its negative: light and dark, good and evil, Yin and Yang.

There was just a single cunt. It was a great gaping maw, he was inside it and it was devouring him. Thom came, but it was a dry and bitter consummation as tremors racked his body. To his wonderment there were tears in his eyes as his cock pumped fruitlessly. He was finished. It was finished. When he recovered he noticed Nelle / Ellen, still naked, standing hand-in hand at the end of the bed looking at him almost hungrily.

"We're not really sisters," they began. Or even blood relatives at all, at least not in any way you'd understand. But we've been together for almost 700 years.

That's an awfully long time and makes us nearly kin. We're vampires, not like in the books, we don't just drink blood or anything silly like that. No, It's all of you, body and soul we're after.

Or more accurately what you humans refer to as life force, although sexual energy is a much better term. You're our source now, for as long as you continued to please and service us, you stayed alive. Now you’ve stoped, you'll die, it's as simple as that.

You've done pretty well, for a mortal, but even the strongest of you can pump out sex/life force for just so long, before you run out of it. Then we must go after what is stored in your tissue/blood. When we're finished with you, we'll share your heart.”

While they were saying this, Ellen was playing with my spent, but still erect cock, but now Nelle Bent over and much like a diner at a self service restaurant said, “I think I shall start with a little bite of this.”

And with that they flashed him gleaming white smiles. And for the first time Thom noticed their teeth. Rows of terribly sharp, terribly pointed fangs. Nelle sucked his cock head into her mouth, and he herd the crunch of her fangs bite it off. And for the first time, he screamed.

Then Ellen took the rest of the erect shaft into her mouth, down to the ballsack, and as her sharp pointed fangs penetrated his cock, she twisted her head, tearing it as well as severing it. Then they shared his balls and sack, sucking it half into each lushes mouth, biting and tearing it off of his now vacant pubis. While he screamed.

Ellen smiled as she said while she with her inhumanly strong grip, lifted, and twisted his left leg till it popped out of it’s socket, and ripped it off his twitching body.“These mortals are so easy to harvest.” As he screamed.!