Oh, how she commands Cassie’s pleasure. As I look on, Cassie comes down, floating under Imogen’s control. Imogen has not removed herself from the dancer’s quim, she’s not stopped, per se, but she’s provided her with enough relief from her tongual onslaught to recover.
Everything slows. The room takes on the sensation of molasses. Time is stretched. Cassie’s chest rises and falls, her breathing regular. Measured. I watch as her tongue flicks through parched lips.
“Again,” I whisper, and as the word breaks the silence I can see the complain on Cassie’s face, but it is too late, she’d been yanked on yet another descent, this one much faster than before, much more reckless, more danger to it as Imogen goes directly to the bullseye and has Cassie end-over-end almost immediately...but this time she sustains her orgasm, playing with her, toying, really, in the same way cat might with an injured bird.
In the midst of this, I speak again. “Snowball,” is what I say, referring to the high school dance tradition, the call over the p.a. system, for a partner swap.
Imogen is all giggles. “Yummah,” she says, off Cassie, pushing her ass into me as she goes. She looks over her shoulder, moxie all the way, and then spins away, to the side. “I think you should anoint her before you fuck her, Baby.”
As Imogen grabs a pillow, anticipating my needs perfectly, I move forward. Cassie is now aware of our movements, though she’s had to stumble through her induced incogency. She watches as I crawl to her, glistening cock bouncing as I approach.
“Where do you want me?” I ask, poking my glans against her lips.
Her hands are still on the bed, clenched, as I can plainly see. She takes the head, her tongue twirling fast, remarkably fast. “Both,” she replies.
Imogen stuffs the pillow under Cassie’s rump. “Greedy gal,” she opines, rumbling her comment. “I love that in a lover...”
I fuck Cassies’ face, making her choke once. Cassie makes gagging sounds, but as I retreat she’s laughing. She watches as I drive into her cunt, up to the hilt in a second, sending a kind of reminiscent quake over her, a memory climax, just a hint of one, convulsing for a second or two.
“Good,” I say, and pull out. We all watch as my erection is once more shiny, sloppy with Cassie now. I pull out and then apply myself at her shpincter, her pucker, and as Imogen moans I enter Cassie’s ass, plunging deep, one consistent, impossible plunge into her, up into her, a mavel before us, Cassie accepting me into her bowels, into the very deepest, darkest place.
“Oh, Lord,” Imogen says, quite taken by the moment. “Fuck her a little Baby... Just a little right now, so I can watch properly, before I do the same to that pretty face of hers... Please...?”
Hands on her hipbones, I fuck Cassie. I fuck her ass. In and out I move, the tightness almost unbearable. She feels beyond any words of description.
I fuck her, and some time along Imogen sighs, and as her sigh fades she mounts Cassie’s face, climbing aboard, and as I watch her sitting tall she settles, begins to fuck the mouth, the tongue, begins to rut there, her cunt so very thankful for the accommodations Cassie’s applying.
“Mmm...” is all Imogen says as she drops, drops back down, folding herself, folding her long torso so that her head disappears, is lost between the same legs I’m lost between, and she begins to reciprocate what Cassie is so generous with, both hands gone now, both hands applied to Cassie, one whose fingers are hooked inside Cassie, fingering her G-spot no doubt, rubbing the spongy patch on the front vaginal wall, the other digitalizing her clit, manipulating it as only Imogen can.
Oh, what a wicked trio we are, all in wicked motion, all being given something terribly wicked by someone else as we play good neighbour and pass on this gesture of charity, but not before multiplying it just a bit, giving it our own distinct spin...only to discover that the same’s being done while we work this generosity ourselves.
Cassie, I can only guess, is intent on paying Imogen back in kind. I say this judged by the way her hands grip Imogen’s ass, the way she impels her onto her face, more and more and more, visibly demanding in her grip that she bears down on her, Imogen’s full weight on her there, on her face, on her mouth, on her tongue. It is an effective repayment because Imogen is forced, far earlier than she would have preferred, to let loose what she’d been harbouring inside. Cassie weaves her own spell on Imogen, up to now the only one casting spells, and Imogen comes. The top of her head grinds into my groin, and she is a caterwauling now, the sounds muffled by Cassie’s muff, and as her climax roils her, Imogen I know is bouncing back this treat, licking, sucking, diddling Cassie just as assuredly as Cassie is applying so much sweet torment to the suitably sweet cunt that pushes down onto her, engulfing her face with the fleshy abundance that is Imogen’s cunt.
Round and round we go, back and forth, passing a hot potato, it seems, me the only one who’s not actually releasing. They’re traded-off salvos, one after the other, both of them together, sometimes one of them twice, a solo, then the other catches up and they do a duet, a soaring harmony that ends with them...well, with them going back to the beginning.
Everything slows. The room takes on the sensation of molasses. Time is stretched. Cassie’s chest rises and falls, her breathing regular. Measured. I watch as her tongue flicks through parched lips.
“Again,” I whisper, and as the word breaks the silence I can see the complain on Cassie’s face, but it is too late, she’d been yanked on yet another descent, this one much faster than before, much more reckless, more danger to it as Imogen goes directly to the bullseye and has Cassie end-over-end almost immediately...but this time she sustains her orgasm, playing with her, toying, really, in the same way cat might with an injured bird.
In the midst of this, I speak again. “Snowball,” is what I say, referring to the high school dance tradition, the call over the p.a. system, for a partner swap.
Imogen is all giggles. “Yummah,” she says, off Cassie, pushing her ass into me as she goes. She looks over her shoulder, moxie all the way, and then spins away, to the side. “I think you should anoint her before you fuck her, Baby.”
As Imogen grabs a pillow, anticipating my needs perfectly, I move forward. Cassie is now aware of our movements, though she’s had to stumble through her induced incogency. She watches as I crawl to her, glistening cock bouncing as I approach.
“Where do you want me?” I ask, poking my glans against her lips.
Her hands are still on the bed, clenched, as I can plainly see. She takes the head, her tongue twirling fast, remarkably fast. “Both,” she replies.
Imogen stuffs the pillow under Cassie’s rump. “Greedy gal,” she opines, rumbling her comment. “I love that in a lover...”
I fuck Cassies’ face, making her choke once. Cassie makes gagging sounds, but as I retreat she’s laughing. She watches as I drive into her cunt, up to the hilt in a second, sending a kind of reminiscent quake over her, a memory climax, just a hint of one, convulsing for a second or two.
“Good,” I say, and pull out. We all watch as my erection is once more shiny, sloppy with Cassie now. I pull out and then apply myself at her shpincter, her pucker, and as Imogen moans I enter Cassie’s ass, plunging deep, one consistent, impossible plunge into her, up into her, a mavel before us, Cassie accepting me into her bowels, into the very deepest, darkest place.
“Oh, Lord,” Imogen says, quite taken by the moment. “Fuck her a little Baby... Just a little right now, so I can watch properly, before I do the same to that pretty face of hers... Please...?”
Hands on her hipbones, I fuck Cassie. I fuck her ass. In and out I move, the tightness almost unbearable. She feels beyond any words of description.
I fuck her, and some time along Imogen sighs, and as her sigh fades she mounts Cassie’s face, climbing aboard, and as I watch her sitting tall she settles, begins to fuck the mouth, the tongue, begins to rut there, her cunt so very thankful for the accommodations Cassie’s applying.
“Mmm...” is all Imogen says as she drops, drops back down, folding herself, folding her long torso so that her head disappears, is lost between the same legs I’m lost between, and she begins to reciprocate what Cassie is so generous with, both hands gone now, both hands applied to Cassie, one whose fingers are hooked inside Cassie, fingering her G-spot no doubt, rubbing the spongy patch on the front vaginal wall, the other digitalizing her clit, manipulating it as only Imogen can.
Oh, what a wicked trio we are, all in wicked motion, all being given something terribly wicked by someone else as we play good neighbour and pass on this gesture of charity, but not before multiplying it just a bit, giving it our own distinct spin...only to discover that the same’s being done while we work this generosity ourselves.
Cassie, I can only guess, is intent on paying Imogen back in kind. I say this judged by the way her hands grip Imogen’s ass, the way she impels her onto her face, more and more and more, visibly demanding in her grip that she bears down on her, Imogen’s full weight on her there, on her face, on her mouth, on her tongue. It is an effective repayment because Imogen is forced, far earlier than she would have preferred, to let loose what she’d been harbouring inside. Cassie weaves her own spell on Imogen, up to now the only one casting spells, and Imogen comes. The top of her head grinds into my groin, and she is a caterwauling now, the sounds muffled by Cassie’s muff, and as her climax roils her, Imogen I know is bouncing back this treat, licking, sucking, diddling Cassie just as assuredly as Cassie is applying so much sweet torment to the suitably sweet cunt that pushes down onto her, engulfing her face with the fleshy abundance that is Imogen’s cunt.
Round and round we go, back and forth, passing a hot potato, it seems, me the only one who’s not actually releasing. They’re traded-off salvos, one after the other, both of them together, sometimes one of them twice, a solo, then the other catches up and they do a duet, a soaring harmony that ends with them...well, with them going back to the beginning.
