I feel anesthetized. My cock, still thrilled by every entry into Cassie’s ass, is beyond stimulation, I suppose. It is in that hyper-place, where everything has been put on hold. Sustained. Mine is to fuck, mine is to be that glue that binds. This, right now, the ‘this’ that’s unfolding on this room, this is about Cassie and Imogen. That’s the way our triads are. Moments become monopolized by two of our three. They’re monopolized, but that’s OK. It’s the way it should be. Sometimes the dynamic, the needs call for this. The ‘third’ is not forgotten. Hardly. It’s just a turning of the wheel, is all. And oh, the reunions. The vigour that is revealed when the two are ‘done’, and the third is invited back in. Oh, the thankfulness, oh, the love that’s expressed, the joy in having the person back once more. It’s worth the brief periods of isolation.
I maintain my rhythm into Cassie, my cadence. That’s all I am right now. Rhythm and cadence. While they love each other orally, I am a metronome. Mine is to anchor.
They come, they come... They come until they are both sated, as implausible a concept as it may have been at the beginning, it is very much the reality now. I watch them slump. Still licking, still kissing, but it is the after-time, when recovery must have its due.
No words are spoken. But Imogen and I know what is next. She allows a slight tickling of my balls, a slight tugging on my straggling hairs there, but that is all.
Nothing changes for me, nothing in my outward movements would give anything away, and yet everything has changed for me. I am now letting fall away the control, all the shunting-away of sensations, allowing the accumulated store of stimulation to have its due.
“Oh...!” I moan, quite unexpectedly. This stirs the pair of them. I can see Cassie flex, wanting to see. “Oh...!” I gurgle, feeling everything rise in me. I am clamping, I am releasing, I am approaching orgasm. “FUCK!” I yell, and I’m slamming into Cassie’s ass now, my balls slapping against her as they rise, as everything slots into place, all the interior machinery that is the rest of me sexually, and as Cassie responds with a clenching of her rectal muscles I come, I begin to spray seed within her ass, sending surge after surge of cum into her, my orgasm feeling like it’s the blending of everything I’ve witnessed between them...magnified a kajillion-fold.
In time, all things pass.
In time, I’m quelled, settling down, rumbling to a stop. Shivering.
Silence ensues.
“Oh, Baby... Where’s my treat?” Imogen asks, easing me away from Cassie. “There it is,” she says, putting the pads of two fingers on Cassie’s tired and stretched sphincter. She does this as she licks at my cock. “So clean,” she purrs, taking home the mess that’s there. Her tongue is almost more than I can bear. She licks and she grinds, pushing hard against Cassie, a vise on her face knees in tight. “What did you take from my man, you wicked, wanton woman, you?” She pauses, holding my flagging cock up, up and to the side. “Oh... There it is. There’s what you took from him.” She ducks down again. “I think I’ll have to regain what’s rightly mine.” And with this she goes to Cassie’s ass and begins to suck me out of her. Pushing down on Cassie’s thighs she applies herself hungrily, vacuuming ejaculate out of her, oh-so-noisy, oh-so-nasty.
I watch as Cassie’s arms release Imogen at last, falling to the sides. Utter capitulation.
I maintain my rhythm into Cassie, my cadence. That’s all I am right now. Rhythm and cadence. While they love each other orally, I am a metronome. Mine is to anchor.
They come, they come... They come until they are both sated, as implausible a concept as it may have been at the beginning, it is very much the reality now. I watch them slump. Still licking, still kissing, but it is the after-time, when recovery must have its due.
No words are spoken. But Imogen and I know what is next. She allows a slight tickling of my balls, a slight tugging on my straggling hairs there, but that is all.
Nothing changes for me, nothing in my outward movements would give anything away, and yet everything has changed for me. I am now letting fall away the control, all the shunting-away of sensations, allowing the accumulated store of stimulation to have its due.
“Oh...!” I moan, quite unexpectedly. This stirs the pair of them. I can see Cassie flex, wanting to see. “Oh...!” I gurgle, feeling everything rise in me. I am clamping, I am releasing, I am approaching orgasm. “FUCK!” I yell, and I’m slamming into Cassie’s ass now, my balls slapping against her as they rise, as everything slots into place, all the interior machinery that is the rest of me sexually, and as Cassie responds with a clenching of her rectal muscles I come, I begin to spray seed within her ass, sending surge after surge of cum into her, my orgasm feeling like it’s the blending of everything I’ve witnessed between them...magnified a kajillion-fold.
In time, all things pass.
In time, I’m quelled, settling down, rumbling to a stop. Shivering.
Silence ensues.
“Oh, Baby... Where’s my treat?” Imogen asks, easing me away from Cassie. “There it is,” she says, putting the pads of two fingers on Cassie’s tired and stretched sphincter. She does this as she licks at my cock. “So clean,” she purrs, taking home the mess that’s there. Her tongue is almost more than I can bear. She licks and she grinds, pushing hard against Cassie, a vise on her face knees in tight. “What did you take from my man, you wicked, wanton woman, you?” She pauses, holding my flagging cock up, up and to the side. “Oh... There it is. There’s what you took from him.” She ducks down again. “I think I’ll have to regain what’s rightly mine.” And with this she goes to Cassie’s ass and begins to suck me out of her. Pushing down on Cassie’s thighs she applies herself hungrily, vacuuming ejaculate out of her, oh-so-noisy, oh-so-nasty.
I watch as Cassie’s arms release Imogen at last, falling to the sides. Utter capitulation.
