Debauchery Falls Ch. 03

Lincoln had been creeping through the tree line on the western edge of town, stepping lightly over the underbrush, and pausing at each trunk and bush to listen and observe. She moved naturally in the forest, like a ghost. Her boots moved softly, and her steps were assured. Squirrels and chipmunks would be far clumsier than her.

But as she'd been passing behind the substation, she'd heard the sound on the wind. A moan. It was followed by another. To Lincoln, it sounded like one thing, and one thing only, although it seemed wildly out of place in an evacuated storm-drenched town.

She followed the western edge of the woods. A garage that housed fire trucks for the volunteer hook and ladder. As she crept behind the building, the sound grew louder.

Lincoln paused at the corner. The trees grew thick here, and overhung the back of the building. She was concealed well enough. Rain dropped from the leaves overhead and pattered heavily on the brim of her cap. She pulled it around backwards and peered tentatively around the corner of the garage.

An open grassy field made up the town's fairgrounds. A setting for festivals, pot lucks, and carnivals. There was a baseball diamond, several dugouts, pavilions, and small bathrooms.

The sound came again. Grunting animalistic moans.

Then movement caught her eye. Her focus snapped in that direction, and she saw it. "What the--" she whispered to herself.

In the mud, in the middle of the grassy fairgrounds, were two people, completely naked, and going at it like was their last day on earth. They looked like complete animals, all rational thought lost in the carnal act they were performing. They were coated in mud, soaked from the weather, and having vigorous sex in the slashing rain. The recon expert had expected to see a great number of things in this town, but two people having sex in this apocalyptic weather was certainly not one of them.

Lincoln couldn't resist letting out soft a laugh.

Good for these people! Way to seize the day.

The woman was on all fours, her butt up in the air, her arms bracing, and pushing her body back into the man's thrusts with slow steadiness. Her fingers dug into the mud. Her soaked brown hair clung to her back. Her perky tits jiggled. The man held her slender waist, his face was hard with focus and concentration. His jaw thrust out, his tongue lolled from his lips like a dog. Both had mud up to their elbows. Their bare pale legs brown with dirt and grass clippings that clung to their wet pale skin.

They were both young. Probably in their early twenties, with matching brown hair, and the kind of thin gangly muscles on slender bodies that only twenty year olds had.

"Yes! Yes! Harder!" The woman's voice carried across the lot. She flung her head back and squealed with delight. "God yes!" She shuddered, her whole body trembling excitedly. "I love you! I love you so much!" She half turned, and ran her fingers down the man's smooth bare chest, wet and pale with rain water.

Lincoln shook her head. Young lovers... always so horny and ready to have sex any time in any place. She supposed there were worse places to do it. Actually having sex out in the open in an abandoned town seemed kind of thrilling. Way more risky and unique than being felt up in your dad's pickup truck, or the back row at the movies. This was a way more impressive accomplishment. 'I actually fucked in the middle of a field in the middle of town during a flood.' What a wonderful risk to take, and what a crazy story to brag about later on.

The town *was* abandoned, after all. These two literally had the run of the place. Who was going to catch them?

"Me, that's who," Lincoln continued to watch from the shadows behind the garage. The steady hump-hump-humping of their bodies. Mating in the woods like the animals they truly were. Their inner beasts unleashed. At the end of the day, aren't we all just sexual animals, masking ourselves behind a thin veil of civility? Clearly with these two fornicators, that veil had disintegrated.

Britt Lincoln found herself nibbling the tip of her tongue as she watched. When her hand slipped into her jacket, she told herself it was to adjust the cup of her bra. It had a tendency to snag on her nipple piercing...

"Ohhhh god, Robbie!" The girl squealed in delight, kicking her bare feet at the mud. "Oh god... I love your cock! You're so good... such a good fuck." Her voice was carrying. She was really selling how fantastic their exhibitionist display of lust was.

Britt's nimble fingers found her hard nipple over her t-shirt and she gave it a little pinch. If these two were having trouble behaving, she supposed she was too. They were seizing the moment to have some fun... so why shouldn't she? It's not like anyone could see the recon soldier where she was. Britt was alone. Why not relieve her urges a little?

She licked her lips and pulled harder on her nipple. A sigh escaping her lips. She shut her eyes and enjoyed the thrilling shudder that rolled through her body. This was so bad. She had a job to do. But she couldn't resist. She slung her rifle and leaned her butt against the wall. Peering around the corner, the two lovers groaning in unison. The man's tempo increased. Britt caught flashes of his cock coming into view each time he withdrew, before he pushed himself back into his lovely skinny little girlfriend again.

He wasn't hung like a horse, but he was more than adequate. Britt would never complain.

She sucked in a breath, her hands were trembling as she carefully-- so as not to make a sound-- unzipped her jacket and vest completely. Inch after painful inch until she had better access to her own body.

By the time Britt was able to hike her shirt up her tummy, her knees were shaking and her heart was beating out of her chest. She knew she should call this in, let her bosses know that she'd found a sign of life. But this pair of public perverts weren't going anywhere any time soon. And Britt was horny. Crazy horny. In fact...

As she pulled her shirt up over her tits, she briefly considered walking right out into that field and joining the sex hungry couple. She certainly wouldn't mind putting her hands... or her tongue on either of them. And they probably wouldn't mind her... a pair of perverts like that don't have any decency. Even if they did mind it, they wouldn't have much of an argument against her joining. She was an authority figure and they were indecently exposed. Her having mercy on them would come at a price...

"Robbie! Robbie! I'm cumming again. Don't stop! Don't stop!" the girl moaned. Her high little gasps coming out like the whiney of a horse.

Lincoln smiled to herself and enjoyed the sensation of the warm summer rain running down her flat tummy, tracing along the hints of her muscle tone. Her fingers felt electric on her own skin. She ran her hands over the mounds of her B-cups, sank her fingers into the flesh, ran her nails across her smooth skin, and twisted her nipples until she saw bright hot flashes of pain beneath her eyelids. Britt always liked it rough.

In her mind, she imagined the way those two would look at her if she stepped out of her hiding spot and joined them. She wasn't going to. She didn't need to get herself into some seriously deep shit. She'd be in enough trouble just masturbating on the job. But this wasn't the middle east. This was America, safe and sound, in a town who's population was her team and nobody else. She could spare a few minutes for herself without the risk of a battle breaking out.

Despite her reservations about joining the couple, it was certainly fun to entertain herself with notions of sin and debauchery. She'd step up to them... relishing as these two young lovers would blink their big startled doe eyes at her. Hell, their eyes even matched-- the same adorable big blue. It was crazy how some couples looked so much alike.

Britt wondered who'd be more resistant to the idea of her participating. The girl. It had to be. She wouldn't want to share her man. Listen to her out there now-- squealing sweet nothings to him, how much she loved him, how great he was. It was so sweet that it was nauseating. No, the girl would hate to be told to just sit there and watch as Britt Lincoln flexed her authority, and wrapped her lips around that young eager cock and sucked it like there was no tomorrow. Britt would make that boy's eyes pop out of his head. She'd blow him like he'd never been blown before, savoring the juices of his girlfriend's wet snatch. All the while his pretty little girlfriend would have to just sit there, watching the forced apology and guilt on her man's face, as he enjoyed the time of his life.

He wouldn't want Britt to stop... probably a few weak protests that would do nothing to stop the slutty officer's hungry mouth and long tongue. He'd look at his girlfriend and shrug, too quick to admit he was helpless to her demands, before he'd shut his eyes and enjoy the guilt free hall pass to take another lover.

And only once that little slut was good and humiliated, Britt would enjoy the girl too. It would be the boy's turn to watch as Britt lapped at her pussy like a famished dog. The girl would squeal and writhe. She'd make angel shapes in the mud with her limbs. Her toes would curl into the dirt and soggy blades of grass. Britt was utterly assault that little pussy until that freaky exhibitionist slut was cumming all over her face.

"Fuck," Britt gasped. She slipped her hand down the front of her fatigues and felt herself. She was soaked through her underwear. She withdrew her hands and brought her sopping figures to her lips. She tasted herself in private, behind the garage. The taste of herself was something she always enjoyed. The act of sampling her own goods felt so... depraved.

She needed relief so badly. Her free hand went to work, undoing her belt and zipper in a frenzy. She lapped at her fingers, not wanting to miss a single morsel of her own wetness.

She cursed herself for preferring to work alone. It'd be nice to have one of the knuckle draggers in her squad with her right now. Chaney, or that young hot-shit nervous rookie, Jessup. Or Brubaker, with his rough stubble tickling her sensitive areas. Brubaker looked like a pretty good lay.

"Oh god," Britt whimpered to herself as her fingers slid inside of her panties and she expertly roamed her folds. Her knees threatened to give out, if she wasn't bracing herself against the wall. She was trembling. Her fingers felt positively electric as she sank them inside of herself.

"Oh god... fuck!" The girl in the field was crying out like an emergency siren. "Oh god. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop, Robbie! Fuck me! Fuck me forever!"

Quite the set of lungs on her. That was just as well. Britt was fighting to stop her own sighs of pleasure. She wasn't normally this vocal... especially not on the job. But there was just something about the sight of all of this. Her fingers spun in scrambling little circles around her clit. She pushed her fingers in and out of her mouth like she was devouring a cock. A cock that had just defiled her, because it tasted like her. Her tongue flicked and her cheeks puckered inward. God, if someone could see her like this...

"Robbie! Robbie! I love you!" The girl cried out again.

Britt's fast fingers worked quick and efficient. They were spinning like mad. Her pants slid down the curve of her ass, burdened with equipment. Her bare butt pressed against cold metal siding. She didn't even realize she was gyrating her hips steadily to her fingers, until she heard the soft squelching of her wet skin against slippery metal.

"I love you too!" The boy responded. "Oh god. You're incredible. I love you so much!"

'Yeah, yeah, we get it,' Britt thought to herself. But a second later, her body went into the first of convulsions. Her fingers glided across her clit, and the electricity of the moment was too much. The soldier clenched her jaw tightly and shut her eyes. Still, the soft whimpers escaped from between her teeth. Ohhhh fuck! She was cumming like she never had before-- her juices running between her frantic fingers.

And from the sounds out in the muddy field, someone else was cumming like never before either. Both lovers cried out together. It's happening! Yes! It was happening. They were all climaxing at the same time. Britt felt truly in the moment with them.

But then she heard something unexpected that she couldn't have possibly prepared herself for, even as her orgasm took hold and swept her along like a river current.

"Ohhhh Robbie! You're the best brother ever!"

"Huh?" Still in the throes of intense pleasure and sin and her own private debauchery, Britt glanced around the corner.

The pair of lovers were no longer on all fours like animals. They were laying in the field together, on their side. The boy's arm draped over the girl's slender body, fondling her perky boobs. She was half turned to meet his mouth with hers. She was kissing him over her shoulder. Her hand caressing the side of his face.

"The best brother ever," she repeated.

Britt's jaw dropped open. That was why these two looked so similar-- because they were related. Their eyes and hair were a perfect match. Their ages lined up. Christ, they could have been twins, even!

"I love you, sister," he responded lovingly to her touch. Even as the cum ran out of her body around his still imbedded cock, washing down their legs from the rain to mix with the mud on which they lay.

Britt was still gasping, her body completely ignoring this revelation, and going rogue with its own selfish need for pleasure. She was still in the midst of the most intense climax of her life, and for a moment, she couldn't care less if these two were related. It made sense even-- this was redneck country. Siblings fucking in the mud was probably a common sight out in these parts. Britt's fingers were drenched and not from the rain. The heat between her legs and across her cheeks was so intense. Her knees wobbled, and she let the waves of pleasure roll through her until they finally subsided.

She glanced out at the kissing lovers/twins. It was almost sweet... almost kind of sexy... in a way that was so wrong it was kind of hot. But then something caught her eye. She'd been so distracted by the animalistic sex, that she hadn't seen them at first.

Britt blinked and shook her head. No. It was too weird. Too impossible. But when she opened her eyes and looked, there was no mistaking it. Beyond the twins, in the dark recessed baseball dugouts sat men. At least a dozen. They weren't moving. They were statues-- all clad in black robes like some sort of religious cult. Priests or judges from the darkest of eras. Most alarming of all, they wore hoods. Spire-pointed black hoods like a racist cult mixed with religious zealots of medieval times. And they were watching the fornicating siblings through the eye holes of their masks, as though the incestuous display of animal-like mating was a performance in which they were the attending audience.

Britt knew at once that something was tremendously wrong. A brother and sister openly having sex in the middle of a field to an audience of cloak wearing watchers. What the fuck was going on?

She hurriedly pulled up her pants and tightened her belt. The sexual excitement of earlier having worn off. She grabbed for her radio, not even sure how to report this-- what the hell was she going to say? 'There's group of hooded weirdoes spectating a brother and sister fucking in a muddy baseball field.' It sounded batshit crazy, yet she didn't know how else to describe it.

But when Lincoln peered around the corner of the garage once more, they were gone. Not just the cloaked audience of medieval judges, but the sexually voracious brother and sister. Everyone was just completely gone. As though she'd imagined the whole sinful scene.

"The fuck?" She whispered to herself. She hadn't been crazy. She really *had* witnessed something bizarre. But where the fuck had they gone, and so quickly? How was any of that even possible?

***TO BE CONTINUED...***