Page 68 of The Triangle

It’s the equivalent of what happens to my other limbs when I’m threatened or under assault. I can feel my skin expanding. I can feel my chest expanding. I can feel my heart pounding in my cock. Sex and violence. Best mates.

I reach down and take myself in my hand right at the moment Christine finally releases Danny from his torment and lets him slide inside her. He moans out and it’s like it’s happening to me. My breath catches in my throat and my fist tightens around the shaft.

She begins riding him and I stroke myself in time. I close my eyes for a moment and listen to the sound of her groaning. Straining. I imagine myself under her. Between her and Danny. And I stroke myself harder.

Before I know it, I’m walking toward them. I don’t mean to. My body just pulls me in their direction. From where I stand, I can see that Danny has his eyes closed. I move around to the side of the bed, facing their undulating forms.

Christine glances over and sees me there. Danny still has his eyes closed. She smiles at me. I fist myself harder as she rocks back and forth, allowing Danny’s cock to be stroked and massaged inside the walls of her pussy.

And then Danny opens his eyes.

“What the fuck, dude?”

Christine reaches down and turns his chin to face her again.

“Shhh,” she chastens, “Stay here. With me. Just look at me,” she says.

He shakes his head a bit in resistance, but when she drops her hips low, driving her ass backwards and pushing him as deep into her as she can drive him, he relents.

“Oh, God,” he moans out. “Oh, Jesus Christ.”

He closes his eyes again, and now he turns his head away from where I’m standing. I know the expression he has on. It’s that of a person trying to will themselves to stay lost in a moment. Not to give over to whatever anxieties they have or cautions their brain is telling them to listen to.

Good.

Christine is sliding back and forth now. Pushing and pulling on him. Working to milk him dry. And looking at me.

She bows her head in my direction and I move forward, stroking more slowly as I approach. I’m about, oh, I’d say ten inches away from her when she lifts a hand, takes my cock in her grip, and begins stroking for me.

My neck twists and my shoulder blades pull together. I’m leaning back while pressing my hips forward. She leads me to her, closer, closer, closer, riding Danny hard the whole time. I’m right beside her now. Danny’s still looking the other way, moaning and thrusting his hips into her deeper and deeper.

I know he can feel my body heat. I know he knows I’m here. It gets me even harder, which I didn’t think was possible. I want so desperately to straddle him and let her take my cock in her mouth. But I feel like I’d be pushing my luck if he looked up to see my ass in his face. Maybe that will be something that can happen just now, but not now now. Maybe if we make it to tomorrow.

Maybe.

But I do notice that Christine is doing a lot of work and I feel like I should lend her a hand. Mine, specifically.

I step in further so that she can get a full grip around the whole of me. And also so that I can touch her. I want to feel her swollen and wet.

I reach my hand to her belly and slide my fingers down so they’re resting on her clit. I know I’ve hit it because she jolts a bit. The jolt makes Danny jolt too, but he keeps his eyes closed and his hands clench the sheets.

I’m rubbing with two fingers, as careful as I can be not to rub my hand against Danny. I want to. I very much want to. But right now, we are perfect, and that’s all I need. Perfection.

The touch of my fingers on her tumescent pussy makes her wail. She’s moaning, shrieking, grunting, fucking Danny more and more angrily as she hammers her hand on my own inflamed cock. Danny’s grunting as well. He’s still refusing to look, but he’s close. I can see him. His face is contorted, and his knuckles are whitening with his grip on the sheets.

My fingers on Christine are frantic. Miniature jackhammers vibrating against her beautiful, needy blessing. I’m willing myself not to come all over Danny. That feels like it would be ill advised. And it is fortunate for all involved that my will is a thing of legend.

And now…

Her grip around me tightens more and her back shoots up erect. Her knees crash into Danny’s hips and she stills, shaking from within.

Danny yells, “Oh, fuck!” It’s half release, half surprise.

They are coming at the same time and standing above them, I feel as might the savior himself. An amatory messiah standing holy over the degeneracy of his deviant flock.

Christine shivers, spasms, twists, turns, and finally falls to the side of Danny.

And when she does…